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    Lauren was weighed down with piles of jeans and looking through the sales racks at Stacy's when it occurred to her that she had to pee. In fact her bladder had been aching for the better part of an hour and she'd pushed the feeling aside, but now it came to the forefront with urgency. Pressing her inner thighs together, a feeling of dread settled in her stomach as she looked for a restroom.

    Ever since she was seven, Lauren had been terrified of public restrooms, their germs, their filth, and relieving herself in front of strangers. She tried always to get home to pee, but today she just had to have a blue slushy at the food court. She was out of options and she was straining to keep from wetting herself right there in the aisle.

    After a moment of panicked searching, she found the women's restroom not far away and prayed it was empty. It was and she breathed a sigh of relief, looking around to find it was thankfully clean. There was a plush red sofa and a large mirror in the powder room, and three pristine-looking stalls and a sink further in.

    She set the pile of jeans on the couch and rushed to the middle stall only to recoil from the unflushed and ghastly mess she found. Reeling, she went to the next stall and narrowly avoided stepping in a yellow puddle on the floor, mixed with sopping toilet paper.

    Fuck, she thought to herself, Lord please let the last stall be clean.

    She almost said a Hail Mary before opening the door, but decided that was too much and hazarded a look -- the entire toilet was clogged with paper towels, and the water level sat flush with the rim of the seat, clearly having overflowed recently... nightmare!

    Damn it, she thought. How far away is Sears?

    But before she had a chance to contemplate the hike, she felt a small warm gush moisten her panties. This was going to happen whether she liked it or not.

    Lauren considered the sink, but there was no lock on the outer door and she couldn't fathom explaining her bare ass to any woman or employee who walked in. All that remained was that red couch.

    She picked up her shopping bags and set them on the floor, her heart racing as she slid her jeans and panties around her ankles and sat. The soft fabric felt inviting and forbidden at the same time and she just had time to pull the shopping bags over her lap for cover before she let loose a long-awaited stream of pee. It seeped into the couch and wet her thighs and ass, and she was shocked at how pleasant a sensation it was, not just for her bladder's sake but for herself. She was startled to find herself aroused and was just reaching a hand between her legs to enjoy the wetness but just then the door burst open and a woman walked in.

    The two exchanged a glance and Lauren put on an impatient face, as though she were waiting for someone. The woman went into the middle stall, unfazed, and Lauren slid a finger over her clit. The pee soaking her thighs made her pussy the wettest she'd ever felt and she suppressed a moan as her fingers glided over and over it.

    When the woman flushed, Lauren grabbed her phone with her spare hand and pretended to text, still slowly rubbing herself with the hidden hand. Just as the woman was going out the door she noticed Lauren's pants around her ankles, scowled and rushed out.

    Gotta be fast then, Lauren thought, foreseeing an ugly scene with security and then the police. She threw the jeans off her lap and started massaging harder, and to her surprise reacted quickly. Her body was eager for the super-wet sensations and the near-certainty of being caught only excited her more. She fanned out her hand and vigorously rubbed her clit, her pussy building already to climax. She slapped it and watched as piss droplets splashed through the air, then went back to rubbing one last, fast time as she came harder than she ever had before, a final spray of urine squirting across the little room.

    Without time to rejoice in the experience, she pulled her pants up over her dripping wet crotch and rushed out of the restroom. Security was just rounding the corner from the footwear department so she dodged behind a clothing rack. They passed by her and burst into the restroom with gasps of horror which she smirked at, then slipped out the door to freedom.

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    Recently I was travelling back from a conference by coach when I was fortunate enough to see some outstanding desperation and (eventually) wetting. I seem to have an uncanny knack for spotting these situations, here is the tale:

    I have been working like crazy lately, 80 hour weeks, days, nights, working at home as well as at work, so when the opportunity arose to travel back from a conference in Scotland by Coach I jumped at the chance! It would mean some much needed down time in which to collect my thoughts, okay I’d be trapped on a coach but it was an excuse to take a good book and enjoy reading it guilt free. I arrived at the coach station and was delighted to see that there weren’t many passengers waiting, it would mean I could have a seat to myself and stretch out a bit.

    We boarded and I found a seat on the driver’s side just before the back of the coach, I noticed there was no toilet on board, which wasn’t a problem for me but I immediately realised I may get to witness some desperation! As I was daydreaming about that thought a lady in her early 30s, slim with pale grey ¾ length cotton trousers and a baby pink silk vest approached and sat across the aisle from me, I was just thinking that if she was to have an accident those trousers wouldn’t hide it when the tannoy interrupted my thoughts.

    “Ladies and gentlemen welcome to this National Express Service from Edinburgh to Birmingham, we anticipate our arrival in Birmingham at approximately 3:45pm, passengers may have noticed that there are no toilet facilities on board this coach due to unforeseen circumstances but rest assured that we will make regular stops along the way to ensure that passengers have every opportunity to use the facilities.”

    I looked at my watch, it was 9:30am, this really was going to be a long journey and I wondered just how often we would be stopping… My attention turned back to the lady in the seat opposite who was making herself comfortable, she had removed a thin grey cardigan and placed it in the overhead space and had also removed her white flip flops and kicked them beneath her seat, she turned her back towards the window so that she was facing me and placed her bare feet on the seat next to her with her knees raised. She then opened a book and began to read.

    I did the same, practically mirroring her in position but will my legs outstretched and crossed in front of me and my shoes still intact. The coach began to move and I started to read intently, we stopped about an hour later for our first toilet stop, a few people got off and the lady opposite me stood and walked around a little, she seemed to have a problem with sitting for long periods so did this regularly before sitting down and resuming her position. With the motion of the coach, the cool breeze and my sheer exhaustion it was all I could do to keep my eyes open and I found myself drifting off into blissful sleep…

    I awoke gently some time later ( almost 2 hours later) as we pulled into our second toilet stop, most of the coach alighted this time, clearly desperate to relieve themselves after a longer stretch on the road. The lady opposite me was eating a sandwich which I assumed that she had bought with her, I noticed that one of her flip flops had slid back and was now under the seat behind her, just as I was wondering whether she had realised she bent forward to look for them and stood up to retrieve the second one from behind her, she slipped them onto her feet and once again walked up and down the coach. This time sipping water from a bottle as she did so, after around ten minutes the remainder of the passengers began to filter back on board, some with sandwiches and drinks too. I was confident that I would be seeing some desperation, as long as the length of time to the next stop was adequate.

    The driver came to the back of the coach and opened a couple more windows as it really was getting hot now in the middle of the day, the lady opposite called to him “Excuse me, how long will it be until our next toilet stop?” she enquired, “Probably around an hour or so madam, although if you need to go I’d suggest going now before we depart as I can’t guarantee how the traffic will affect us” he replied thoroughly, “No, thanks I don’t need to go as such I was just curious as I don’t want to drink too much and be caught short!” she laughed. Her words rang in my ears; I don’t need to go “As such”, what did that mean? Did she need to go a little? Was she aware of her bladder’s capabilities therefore was she holding it deliberately? The two of us, by my observations were the only passengers who had not departed the coach at either stop so far, I needed it a little but would easily wait until the next stop if not until I reached home… She must need it too; I was consumed by the thought of her bladder filling, so much so that I read the same page of my book over and over.

    She looked comfortable enough and was showing no outward signs of desperation or even discomfort, perhaps she just had a large bladder similar to me? What if it was bursting at the seams right now and she was secretly wondering whether she could manage another hour, what if we hit traffic? Could she manage to hold it? My mind raced with thoughts of her struggling as we approached the services, of watching her barely able to walk as she crossed the tarmac into the shiny glass building, frantically seeking out the fastest route to relief. I must have worn myself out as I one again fell asleep…

    When I woke I looked immediately at the lady opposite, she was also asleep, the bottle that she had been sipping from was now empty, I strained to see the size on the label, 1.5 litres, my body stirred with excitement, that was a lot of liquid to be travelling to a bladder that was already potentially full or partially full. I prayed that something would happen to ensure that she had to endure that fullness a little longer than she had planned. She looked comfortable in her slumber, her head rested against the seat with her knees drawn up almost to her chest, she was leaning heavily on her right hip and her body was turned towards the seats, she was curled up and seemed to be fast asleep.

    I wondered how full her bladder was now, if she would wake up bursting and unable to contain herself, and whether she would remain restrained or would be forced to give in and display her desperation… As I felt the coach slowing I knew I would soon find out, we were pulling into the services, many of the passengers were on their feet before we had even stopped, one lady was clearly bursting as she clung onto the grab rail with all her might whilst crossing her legs and jiggling, to my delight as the coach stopped they had to parade past my side of the coach to get to the services and the lady in question could hardly walk, I watched eagerly as she headed across the car park as quickly as she could manage without bursting, and disappeared into the service station.

    I noticed that my lady opposite had not been amongst them, when I turned back it was immediately apparent why that was, she was still fast asleep. In fact she hadn’t even stirred as we had pulled in and parked, I was afraid to move for fear of disturbing her and causing her to rush off into the toilets. My own bladder was full and I was hungry, I secretly longed to head into the services in search of some lunch and maybe consider nipping to the toilet, but this was for the greater good. I would have to remain hungry and nurse my full bladder if I had any hope of witnessing her desperation. It felt as though we had been stopped forever, even the driver had left us presumably to eat and relieve himself, I watched eagerly for him to return and hoped that the sleeping lady opposite would remain asleep and not have to opportunity to relieve what I now felt sure was a full bladder.

    My prayers were answered, finally after what felt like an eternity the driver returned, followed by the remaining passengers who all piled on board and settled themselves. I cringed as the driver started the engine and the coach juddered to a start, she stirred slightly as the coach began its journey out of the car park but moved only to brush her hair away from her nose before falling back into a deep sleep. I looked at my watch, it was now 2:20pm and I knew we were running late, “Ladies and gentlemen due to the unforeseen rest stops this coach is currently running approximately 1 hour and 15 minutes late, we are now due to arrive into Birmingham at approximately 5pm.” Nobody seemed to mind, most people seemed to be on their way back from holidays, I was in no particular rush… The lady opposite me had slept through the booming announcement somehow so was unaware.

    Amazingly she also slept through the subsequent toilet stop, she had woken very briefly during the journey and had glanced at her watch and taken another bottle of water from her bag and sipped at it whilst taking some tablets. Perhaps she wasn’t feeling well and had a headache, which would explain the sleep. She glanced at her watch and out of the window before curling back up and promptly going back to sleep, 15 minutes later we arrived at the stop, I seriously needed the loo now but was reluctant to go… I knew my bladder had a little more room in it yet so decided to stay put, I had to do a little wiggle for a while to convince my bladder that we were okay, it over-reacted in exactly the same way as when you get to your front door at home and it gets over excited, once it realised we weren’t budging it calmed right back down.

    Once again I willed the lady opposite to remain sleeping, knowing that this was probably the last stop before we arrived home… I was a little sad to think that any desperation I would see would be fairly short lived but hoped that she would soon wake up desperate enough for me to at least see a little, even if it was just as she left the coach, little did I know that I was about to see MUCH more than that! Finally we pulled away from the stop, as soon as we had exited the slip road and had reached full speed on the motorway the lady awoke. I had been staring at her in her sleep, keen to spot any signs of her body fighting to hold on but alas there were none. When she woke she stretched and seemed distracted by discomfort in her neck and back, she carefully turned in her seat and placed both feet on the floor and her hands on her knees whilst she straightened her back. Once she had done this a few times she placed one hand on her lower abdomen and gently rubbed, as she did so she winced and glanced at her watch…

    I knew the signs, she needed a wee and was wondering where the stop was! My heart beat fast in my chest and my own bladder twinged with excitement as I watched her place her elbows on her knees and rest her head in her hands, she remained like this for a few minutes before once again placing one hand on her abdomen and gently rubbing in a circular motion, she was sat forward at a 45 degree angle as she placed her other hand beneath her bottom, as she did so she gently rocked from side to side a few times before coming to rest after placing her other hand beneath her bottom on the opposite side, her shoulders were raised and her toes were on the floor as she simultaneously bounced her knees rapidly, she had to go badly!

    The sun was in my eyes so I reached down to my bag and swapped my glasses for my sunglasses, this served two purposes, it prevented me from getting a headache but also enabled me to watch her without her realising she was being watched since my sunglasses were so dark, I opened my book up and raised my knees, my bladder protested a little but once again calmed as soon as it realised it would not get its own way! I pretended to look at my book but instead stared over the top of it, my gaze fixed intently on my travelling companion as I watched her begin to struggle with her desperation. She alternated rocking from side to side on her hands with the knee bouncing for a while, before beginning to rock back and forth, when she did this she lifted her feet off the floor and rocked whilst gazing out of the window.

    Occasionally she rocked forward and held her position there, thighs squeezed together, shoulders raised and leaning forward, no doubt putting pressure on her pee hole as she did so, her face looked relatively calm yet her body language was tense and uncomfortable. She removed her hands from beneath her bottom and stretched her fingers, returning circulation presumably before placing one hand side on between her knees, she checked the time with the other hand as she began to bounce her knees again before placing her other hand between her knees also and squeezing her thighs together… She glanced over at me briefly before slowly and carefully sliding her hands up closer to her crotch, when they got there she once again checked that I wasn’t watching and whilst keeping the hand nearest me sideways I saw her turn her other hand and press her fingers into the crotch of her pals grey trousers. She remained like this for a little while, her shoulders relaxed a little in apparent relief, with that I coughed and turned the page in my book whilst shuffling a little, she immediately removed both hands and returned them to beneath her bottom in a swift movement whilst resuming the knee bouncing.

    I smiled inwardly, knowing I had forced her to forego relief for fear of being caught, I felt a little guilty since my own bladder was also uncomfortable, however I am more than used to the feeling, this may be a new and unsettling experience for her, but it was one I was going to cherish. I pretended to return to my book and she slowly and n a very considered manner turned her back against the window and lifted her legs back onto the seat, I could tell that she found this uncomfortable as she once again fidgeted her legs as she settled into position, she picked up her book and stretched her legs out in front of her, she used her book as cover as she slid a hand down her thigh and rested it in her crotch, once she had checked that I apparently wasn’t looking she crossed her legs and raised her book, I could see the gentle, barely visible movement in her arm which told me she was using her thumb to massage her pee hole.

    Her bare feet constantly tapped together, she tried to stop them every now and again but as soon as her concentration dropped they started again, she was becoming powerless to hide it as her body tried everything to remain in control. After around 20 minutes she placed her book on her knees and leant her head back against the window, her face was flushed red and she had begun to sweat a little, she fanned herself with a piece of paper she was using as a bookmark and closed her eyes… She looked a little defeated as she placed the paper down and carefully touched her abdomen, without meaning to she lifted her silk vest a little and this showed me that her pale grey cotton trousers were cutting deep into her belly… This couldn’t have been helping her, she slipped her hand into her waistband and winced and visibly arched her back and recoiled as she slowly pulled her thumb round to the front at snails pace, evilly as soon as she came close I coughed loudly, this made her jump and I felt sure she leaked a little, her back straightened and her eyes shot open as she leant forward, knocking her book onto the floor as she did so, it slid towards my seat and she knew she would have to bend down to retrieve it, she looked at me, secretly hoping I would pick it up no doubt.

    I did, I leant forward and squashed my own full bladder in the process, I grabbed the spine and picked it up before leaning forward to pass it to her, this forced her to do the same, she was clearly incapable of doing so and so she placed a foot on the floor and sat on her other heel as she leant forward to meet me. She took the book from me and thanked me, she sat back onto her heel and her face softened as she realised that this was a good way of applying pressure. “Would you like me to open another window, you look very hot?” I enquired, “Erm, yes, well it is very hot on here, that would be nice thanks” she smiled, there was a window just a few seats ahead of her that I was sure would afford her some breeze so I headed over there and pulled it open, it reminded me how full my bladder was as it jolted, I had to go fairly soon otherwise I would be displaying some desperation myself!

    She thanked me and I assured her it was no problem before sitting down, “Excuse me” she interrupted as I settled back into my book, as I looked at her I noticed that she had unbuttoned her trousers, she must have done it quickly while I was not sitting opposite her as I could see the button protruding slightly beneath her vest, “Excuse me, sorry to disturb you but have I missed a services stop?” she enquired with a slightly pained expression on her face, “Yes indeed you have, in fact you’ve missed two!” I chuckled, she seemed surprised! “Oh wow! Okay, thanks!” she sort of half laughed back before adding “Are we running late too? We should be home by now?” I laughed again, “Yes you missed the tannoy announcement saying that we were around an hour and a half late due to having to stop, if you need to go badly I could ask the driver to make an unscheduled stop?” I enquired, knowing almost for certain that she wouldn’t want to cause a fuss. She did however, consider it for a moment, “Oh no I will be fine, it was more that I wanted a drink and some paracetamol as my head it thumping!” she replied. She seemed a lot more comfortable sitting on her heel and with her trousers unbuttoned, I guessed that a lot of the pressure had been relieved by these two things.

    “I have paracetamol if you’d like some?” I offered, “Oh that’s nice of you thanks, but I haven’t got a drink to take it with, but thank you” she replied, “I have a spare one, it’s probably a little warm after being in my bag for hours but it’s a drink nevertheless and if you’re suffering then you’re more than welcome to it!” I offered, “Really?” she replied with a smile, “Oh that’s so nice of you thank you, it would really help, I’ve taken some ibuprofen but it hasn’t touched it, as long as you’re sure you don’t mind?” she replied, if only she knew! The prospect of her drinking more at this stage was like music to my ears, even if it was just a sip of water! I passed her the paracetamol and unscrewed the cap of the bottle and handed it to her, she placed the first paracetamol at the back of her throat and swallowed it down with a gulp of water then did the same with the second but instead of a gulp of water she continued to drink, she couldn’t seem to stop herself even though she must have known that it would backfire, unless she knew that she could just about hold out until we got back. She stopped and screwed the cap back on, the bottle was almost finished, it was only a ¾ litre bottle but that would soon also be making its way to her bladder.

    She remained sitting on her heel for a while, her face pointing towards the cool breeze from the open window, she rested her head back against the seat and to my astonishment soon managed to fall asleep… I guess the suffering from her headache must have outweighed the suffering in her bladder, at least in her current position. I felt bad when we turned into the services a short time later; I wondered whether to wake her, I decided not to as she had told me it was only for painkillers and a drink so perhaps I had misjudged her desperation… However this time I HAD to go! I carefully stood up and squeezed out of the seat, careful not to make a sound, gravity’s effect on my bladder meant I was in a fair amount of discomfort if not even pain, so I carefully and slowly started down the coach, as soon as I was outside the need intensified a thousand times, I was desperate! I rushed as much as I could to the toilets, keen not to miss my travel companion making her run for it if she woke… I reached the building and could still see her back against the window in the coach.

    Finally inside the serviced I searched for the toilets and found them at the top of an escalator, I rushed towards it and stood still, I couldn’t help but pee dance a little and wondered if I would short out the electrics if I wet myself although I was quite a way from that I felt… the escalator seemed to take forever but I was finally at the top, I headed off to the toilets and quickly searched out a cubicle. I felt like I couldn’t hold it a second longer, it’s amazing how the desperation intensifies as soon as you’re near a toilet… I pulled down my jeans and knickers and sat down and enjoyed a huge pee… As I sat there feeling the relief of an empty bladder wash over me I wondered if my lady was still fast asleep. As I was finishing I heard the door to the toilets burst open and heard someone rush in making ooh and Ahh sounds as they tried all the cubicles until she found an empty one, she made oooh sounds until she could manage to get her trousers off then the sound of a desperately needed pee was unmistakeable as it gushed full force into the toilet. I felt sure it was my lady and I had missed it, I headed to the sinks to wash my hands and tried to catch a glimpse of the person who had needed to go so badly. Eventually though I had washed and dried my hands so was forced to go, as I headed out of the services I felt disappointed…

    However when I got halfway across the car park I could clearly see that familiar pink silk vest pressed against the window of the coach… I knew that the person who had almost wet themselves was still very much inside the toilets, probably cleaning up after some leaks so felt happier that I hadn’t missed it, although someone sadistic at the same time! I climbed the steps to the coach and resumed my position in my seat, sure enough the lady was still asleep, still sitting on her heel and holding the last few mouthfuls of my bottle of water in her hand. I knelt on the seat to be able to reach the overhead compartment and pulled out an apple and a banana, my bladder had been so full it had masked my hunger, now I was ravenous. As I knelt there I saw a lady get back on the coach and sit next to her husband a few seats in front of me, “You won’t believe how close I came to wetting myself while I was in the queue!” she said to him, “I’ve had to throw my knickers away they were soaked through!” she added. I guessed that she had been the person who came rushing in while I was relieving myself, I felt satisfied that it was not my subject however a little disappointed that I had missed it.

    I sat and ate my fruit as I waited for the coach to depart the services, as I did so I watched the lady opposite for any signs of her waking up or her desperation. Finally the coach pulled out of the services and as we headed down the motorway to our final destination I was once again struggling to keep my eyes open… I must have only dozed off for a few minutes but when I woke up the lady opposite was also very much awake! She was leaning forwards with her bum right on the edge of her seat with her hands beneath her knees rocking back and forth, I noticed that she had discarded the bottle of water and had got one flip flop on, however the other had once again slipped back to the seat behind, I guessed that she was too desperate to search for it right now but that she wanted to be ready to make a swift exit as soon as the opportunity arose.

    Every now and again I could hear her grunt in the back of her throat as she fought her body’s urge to let go, she arched her back and rubbed her bladder with one hand as she blew air out through pursed lips slowly, she placed her hands under her bottom again and rocked from side to side, she couldn’t keep her legs still now and they bounced up and down at the knee sometimes simultaneously and sometimes alternating. She remained like this for some time, head down, completely focussed, seemingly not caring how she looked. She groaned as she folded her arms across her stomach and bent double, resting her arms on her thighs. I could hear her let out little grunts and groans as the discomfort tore through her abdomen; it was all so familiar to me.

    After a while she raised her head and in a fluid motion she lay right back, pushing her bottom down so that her back was on the seat, her head raised and the base of her spine and her buttocks were sort of in mid-air, she kicked off her one flip flop and placed both feet high on the back of the seat in front, she began to bounce her bent knees, in the same motion that she had done when she was sitting upright, she clearly hoped that lying on her back would affect gravity’s pull on her bladder. She clamped her hands between her legs and pulled them upwards towards her crotch, I had been so careful not to move a muscle while all this was going on, with my sunglasses on I believe she still thought I was asleep.

    I watched silently as she removed one hand and slipped it down the front of her delicate pink knickers, for a moment she gently cupped her visible bladder bulge and then ever so gently pressed her fingers into it in a circular motion, perhaps to try and relieve the cramping that must have been causing her agony. She bit her lip and pulled up hard with her other hand as she pressed gently but firmly, her eyes closed as she tried hard to relax and regain some comfort by softening her spasming muscles. Her toes curled tightly and her body froze as she lay there massaging her bladder carefully, slowly regulating her breathing she clearly knew that calm is key and that she would be marginally more comfortable if she could relax her tummy muscles. She massaged lower and lower until finally her hand had all but disappeared into her knickers, I knew that she was now massaging either her clit or her pee hole, maybe both! She removed her hand from between her thighs and held it out in mid-air beside her, as if she was using it as some sort of balance. She held it palm outwards towards me before slowly lowering it and firmly gripping the edge of the seat, she groaned in the back of her throat as she squeezed her thighs together and brought her knees up to her chest, pointing her toes as she did so, it must have been agony however the relief that would have followed as she moved her knees back out would have been amazing.

    She remained in this strange position, on her back with her feet against the chair in front of her, sort of like the birthing position for ages, she seemed fairly calm although clearly uncomfortable since she was still grunting slightly and kept squeezing her crotch with her hand which was now outside her knickers but remained down her trousers. Every now and again she wiggled her hips or pumped her knees and eventually she crossed one leg over the other and seemed to be in complete control, although I’m sure also in complete agony! Every now and again she lifted her head a little and looked out of the window, obviously trying to see how far away from home she was. I decided to move since my leg had almost completely gone to sleep, so sat up a little and pretended to read my book. Almost instantly she moved out of her odd position, clearly embarrassed, and resumed her sitting position. This could not have been a worse idea, I could tell by the look on her face and the frantic nature of her movements that she was barely able to remain in control.

    Clearly her bladder felt like someone was using a red hot, blunt knife to rip her apart, as her folded arms over her abdomen and gasping in pain showed. She was scissoring her legs open and closed now, this seemed to help a little but she was struggling almost immeasurably and I felt a little bad for not waking her at the last services. Her face was deathly pale but will rosy circles on her cheeks, her whole body tensed as pain ripped through her and she fought to hold on, she turned to me “Excuse me, do you have any idea how much longer it will be until we get to Birmingham, I will need to book a taxi you see” she lied, she basically just wanted to know how much longer she would have to hold it. As she waited for my response she remained perfectly still and tried as hard as she could to look as though she wasn’t struggling to hold back what felt like a lake of pee… “Erm…” I began as I looked at my watch, “I think he said around…” my voice was interrupted by the sound of the tannoy, “Ladies and Gentlemen we are now approaching Birmingham, we have hit a little bit of traffic however we anticipate our arrival in approximately 45 minutes, thank you.”, “Oh that’s not too bad” she chirped.

    I was surprised at her response, clearly she was able to hold on better than I had imagined, or else she was embarrassed and didn’t want to let on and genuinely thought I was fooled. She began to pack her things into her bag and slipped her flip flop back on again, she bent forward to look for the other one and let out a sharp “Ahh” as she must have squashed her bladder a little too much, she was really struggling to bend or move far from her current position, “Sorry did you call me?” I enquired, I knew very well she hadn’t but wanted an excuse to speak to her again, “No, I, erm, I was just looking for my other shoe, it seems to have disappeared!” she tried to chuckle but it hurt and I knew it, her face screwed up slightly into a wince and she could barely manage a smile. I felt bad so jumped up and retrieved her flip flop, I placed it at her feet and she shuffled her toes into it, the relief on her face that she wouldn’t have to bend to get it was obvious, “Thank you!” she replied.

    I went back to pretending to read my book and she went back to pretending she wasn’t absolutely bursting for a wee, she was at that awful stage where you can’t stay still but it’s too painful to move very far, so she continued tapping one foot and very gently rocked her hips to and fro, she crossed her legs and leant back, the panic etched across her face increased and after glancing at me she quickly moved back to her former position. She breathed slowly and in a very measured way, almost sighing with every breath as if she was meditating. She began to hum a little tune as she groaned more and more frequently, it was all she could do to prevent her hand from creeping into her crotch and sometimes when she thought she was safe she slipped her fingers in there and squeezed, when she did this she closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, it helped a huge amount but she daren’t keep her hand there in case I noticed.

    15 minutes passed and she seemed anxious, I lifted my head and made brief eye contact and smiled, she was clearly waiting for an opportunity to talk to me “This is a long 4 to 5 minutes isn’t it? That traffic must have been worse than the driver thought!” she said, her voice quivering slightly. “Four to five minutes?” I enquired, “Yes, on the tannoy the driver said we were around four to five minutes from Birmingham… but that we had hit traffic, that seemed like ages ago!” she said, pausing in the middle to allow a cramp or urge to subside enough for her to be able to force the words past it. “He said FORTY FIVE minutes” I corrected, “As in three quarters of an hour!” I felt like her world shattered right there in front of my eyes, she shuffled a little in her seat and tears filled her eyes instantly a she realised she wasn’t going to make it. “Oh, I see, oh right, silly me! Mind you I guess that was a while ago so we must be nearly there now” she replied, I could hear the lump in her throat, “Have you got someone waiting for you?” I asked before adding “Because in actual fact we’ve barely moved since that announcement, the traffic is that heavy, I think we’re not much closer than we were back then!”, she blinked and a tear ran down her cheek, she immediately stopped it and wiped it away.

    She struggled to stay still as she was talking to me, and the tears were fighting to roll down her cheeks, I felt bad, I didn’t want her to cry! She considered her answer very carefully and it felt like an age before she replied, “No, it’s not that, it’s just that I was wondering that’s all, I’m just quite tired and my head is, well, you know, and it’s been a long day and well, to tell you the truth I’m absolutely desperate for a wee, and erm, I’m not entirely sure how much longer I can hold it!” she babbled, without looking me in the eye, the tears of shame, desperation, pain and anxiety ran down her cheeks and she hung her head as the tears dripped and made dark spots on her pale grey trousers. “Well, it’s not long now, I’m sure we’ll be through this traffic soon enough and there’s plenty of toilets at the coach station!” I replied cheerily. She nodded as I passed her a tissue, “Thanks” she replied, “You’re right it’s not long, I’m just being silly of course I can hold it!” she replied as she sniffled and wiped her face with her tissue.

    She tried to make conversation as she shuddered with desperation, “So, are you from Birmingham?” she asked, “Yes I am, I’m just on my way back from a work conference, are you?” I replied. She closed her eyes for a second and winced, she gasped a little and squeezed her thighs together, I decided to carry on speaking and be bold, “Are you having to squeeze everything just to hold it?” I asked, she nodded vigorously, “I’m okay honestly, yes I’m from Birmingham but I live in Scotland, I’m here visiting friends for the weekend” she said, surprisingly coherently. She sat bolt upright and quickly pushed her hand into her crotch, she grabbed her cardigan to hide her action and apologised, “It’s okay” I sympathised, “If you put your foot underneath you and sit on the heel of your foot it will help” I offered some advice as she continued to fight it, “It’s okay, I’ll be fine, it’s not long now, I’ve held it for this long I can manage a few more minutes” she visibly shook as she said it and her smile flashed across her face like lightning, I doubted she was still dry, she was fighting it so hard and was exhausted. “As long as you’re sure, I can ask the driver to stop?” I offered, it went against everything I stood for but I felt a strange urge to help her for some reason.

    Her reply betrayed her condition more than anything else: “No, thank you for offering but, it’s, it’s absolutely fine, I’m sure I can… Its fine, I mean I’m sure I can… what was I saying? I mean, I, I think I can hold it, it’s really not that bad, I think I, I mean, erm, unless, I mean if you wanted to, you know, go, or anything, or… No, honestly I’m fine I think I can hold it, I mean we can’t stop the whole coach for… I mean, it would be a huge inconvenience, I can definitely, I mean I’m pretty sure that I think I might be able to hold it for a little longer, so unless you need to go?” she babbled, clearly trying to convince herself or not even having a clue how long she had left, “I don’t need to go but I will gladly ask the driver for you?” I replied, “No, thanks it’s fine, I can’t ask you to do that, the driver would be… You can’t ask him to stop just for me, I think… I think… I think… I, erm, can we see how I am in a couple of minutes, I can hold it for a couple of minutes more.” I nodded, “Okay, I won’t ask him then if you’re sure you can hold it all the way home” I concluded before quickly moving the conversation on.

    “So is there a reason you’re visiting friends this weekend?” I asked, her face was a picture, a mixture of sheer terror, pain, exhaustion and panic, “Erm, a friend’s hen party, the driver wouldn’t stop for just me anyway would he?” she asked, rocking back and forth, clearly dying for me to ask as she was too embarrassed, “No probably not!” I replied before adding “Oh I see; so is it just the one night or the whole weekend for her hen party, when does she get married?” she replied I a strained voice “Erm not until July, just the one night, tomorrow, maybe it’s worth just checking with him, just to see, at least we’d know then wouldn’t we?” she continued, she wasn’t about to let it drop, “Ohh I see, going anywhere nice? July weddings are nice, you tend to get slightly better weather” I replied, ignoring her question completely, she crossed her legs and bent right forward with both hands in her crotch, then uncrossed her legs and frantically placed her foot under her bottom and began to bounce up and down, as she now had her legs open I could clearly see a distinct wet patch which seemed to extend right back to her bum.

    Her fists were clenched and she groaned in pain with every bounce, but it seemed to be holding off the flood for now “Do you think we’re almost there?” she asked, “No, well, I think we’re about 20 minutes away but the traffic seems to be pretty bad so I think maybe…” she interrupted my sentence, “Can you ask the driver to stop, please!” she panted, she looked me in the eye for a moment in sheer desperation before looking back at her lap… “I’m so embarrassed, I think I’m going to wet myself!” she whispered. “I don’t think there will be any services now” I said “I don’t care, if he can stop anywhere, even the side of the road” she said, sobbing. I nodded and headed to the front of the coach, “There’s a lady at the back who is desperate for the loo, any chance of a stop?” I asked, “No chance” he replied, “I need to be in the right hand lane up ahead to get on the right junction, if she’s really desperate there’s some hospital bedpans underneath the back seat!” he added, “But she’ll have to take it with her when she gets off!” he said as I turned to walk away.

    When I returned to the back of the coach she was on all fours in the midst of a manoeuvre to clamp her hands between her legs and kneel on the seat, she bounced furiously as I approached “Well?” she asked eagerly, I shook my head. “Oh God” she said calmly in a very serious voice. She continued to bounce for a few minutes before freezing suddenly, she knelt with her legs plaited and held her crotch and froze on the spot, “Oh god” she repeated, she leant forwards slowly, one hand still in her crotch the other on her bladder “Please hold on!” she begged herself quietly, “There is one option” I said, she looked at me hopefully “ANYTHING!” she said through gritted teeth.” There are some hospital bed pans under the back seat; you could go into one of those?” I explained, “Here?” she replied, “I can’t!” I nodded, “Okay, I understand” she gently rocked back and forth for a couple of minutes, jolting every now and again, it was apparent that the pee was at the very edge of her lips and threatening to escape as she kept quickly moving her second hand to her crotch and back again to her swollen abdomen.

    As time passed she bent further and further forward until she was doubled over, “Okay, let me see these bedpans” she whispered, finally deciding that it was that or wet yourself. I headed to the back seat and searched underneath, there were only one long men’s one there, “There’s only these, how good is your aim?” I laughed as I showed it to her, it was a fancy plastic one with a lid, I had never seen anything like it before! “I’m willing to try anything! Look away!” she said, she grabbed it off me and I heard her fumbling with her trousers and grunting and panting, then all of a sudden just seconds later there was a loud hissing sounds followed immediately by the sound of the liquid hitting the bottle, the sound carried on without stopping, “I need another one, quickly!” she said, “There was only one!” I replied, “Oh God I can’t stop!” she whispered, then made a straining noise, I heard pee squirt into the bottle once, and again, this time longer, “I really can’t stop” she whispered, then another squirt followed by silence and the sound of the lid snapping on the bottle.

    I waited for a while and turned towards her to see her holding the pee bottle full to the absolute brim of pee, “Are you sure there were no more?” she said, she was standing up in front of her seat dancing from side to side with her hand in her crotch inside her trousers… “I’m sure!” I replied, “Do you think we can empty this out of the window, I can’t hold it now I’ve started!” she said. “I’m pretty sure we’d be arrested plus it’s disgusting!” I replied. She crossed her legs and laid her pee bottle carefully on her seat so that she could use both hands in her crotch, “I’ve never been so embarrassed, I’m so so sorry!” she said, “It’s okay, you can’t help it!” I replied, it had occurred to me that since her aim seemed good she could use any of the three water bottles we had emptied to pee into, but I wasn’t about to suggest that. Finally after a few minutes she managed to sit down, “I feel a bit better now” she sighed, “Thank you so much, I most definitely would have wet myself without you!” she added.

    She didn’t seem to want to talk any more, I guessed she was still bursting and uncomfortable so I once again pretended to read my book, I watched as she pee danced and jiggled around in her seat, frantically trying to hold on despite the remainder of her load waiting in her urethra, I knew that she was only holding now by clenching her labia tightly, and that they would soon tire. Finally we managed to arrive at the coach station, she had managed to hold it somehow and I’m sure was looking forward to a very much deserved dash to the toilets… I sort of hoped they were closed but at the same time wanted them to be open so that she could actually manage not to wet herself, my emotions were so mixed. She once again slipped on her flip flops and grabbed her bag, her bottom was dark grey and wet from her earlier leaks “You may want to tie your cardigan around your waist” I suggested, “Really? Is it that bad? Thanks!” she replied, blushing red with embarrassment. “Thanks again for everything” she said, almost too embarrassed to make eye contact. She stood in the aisle in front of me pee dancing, clearly still desperate.

    “Don’t forget to collect your luggage from the side of the coach, as this coach is late for its next pick up so will be departing almost immediately, all bags MUST be taken IMMEDIATELY after alighting the coach” the driver tannoyed as we filed out, she groaned, this would mean further delay! She gingerly climbed down the steps and off the coach immediately froze with her legs crossed tightly a few steps later. She stood eagerly awaiting her baggage, bobbing slightly and bending forwards in pain; I wondered if she had remembered her pot of pee, or whether it would be a nice surprise for the next passengers? I watched as she stepped forwards a little, “Is there one with a green tag?” she asked the man unloading the luggage, she crossed her legs and swung from side to side before starting to do a sort of chicken walk for a minute, then resuming her leg crossing and barely daring to move.

    She paced and pee danced as surreptitiously as she could manage until she found herself standing with her back to the coach, I saw a bag with a green tag being unloaded and expected her to rush towards it and rush away to the toilets but she didn’t move, she looked suspiciously over at me and quickly looked away again… She clearly spotted her bag and yet made no movement towards it, as I looked at her again, puzzled, I noticed that once again there were tears in her eyes and she was making attempts to keep them there rather than allowing them free passage down her cheeks… I wondered what was wrong; perhaps the exhaustion had gotten the better of her? Then I noticed, her bare flip flopped feet were glistening in the evening sun, behind her feet was a dark patch which was instantly recognisable as a puddle, and it was growing, running off the kerb and onto the roadside, I stood for a moment and watched the dark grey streaks grow wider and wider down her legs…

    Her legs were firmly crossed yet still she couldn’t help it, her body had tired of her defiance and had taken a stand… And what a spectacularly beautiful stand it was! She glanced over at me and our eyes met, I gave her a sympathetic look and she burst into tears. I walked past her and grabbed her bag for her and placed it in front of her, I hugged her and felt her sobbing on my shoulder… As I let her go I looked down at her crossed legs and instructed her to just let go, and boy she did, despite the already sizeable puddle and grey streaks she managed to let go of a huge amount more, she stopped when finally her legs were soaked and her trousers had stuck to her, she shivered in the early evening breeze… Her feet slipped from side to side in her flip flops as she headed over to the toilets, she dragged her bag in with her and waved goodbye as she disappeared into the door.

    I sat on the bench outside the toilets; I didn’t plan on waiting for her but felt weak with excitement at what I had just witnessed…

    She emerged some twenty minutes later and was surprised to see me sitting there, she had dressed in a black jumper and had changed into a pair of pale blue jeans and some black ballerina shoes. “I can’t thank you enough for today” she said as she approached me, “It’s fine, I just wanted to check you were okay and assure you that it was no problem”, “Well thanks, it’s not every day you get lumbered with a grown woman with the bladder of a little girl on your journey I bet!?” she joked, “I’d say it was more the bladder of an oil drum, have you seen that puddle?” I pointed with a chuckle. “Oh God” she cringed, “I can’t believe I wet myself within mere feet of the toilets!” “It’s okay, clearly you were desperate beyond your bladder’s ability” I said, “Clearly!” she replied with a laugh, again gesturing towards the puddle before burying her head in her hands in shame! “Anyway I’d better be off, my friends will be wondering where I am” she said, “Thank you again kind stranger!” she said as she walked away… I never did get to learn her name!

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    I would so love to tell you that this is a true story but I'm suspending my scepticism, and hope you will also, so perhaps it is true!. You see, I had this fantastic dream which, because of its vividness and wonderful content just pushes me to believe that it might not just be a dream. I'll explain...

    I fell asleep in a local wood recently. It was a hot day and I had been walking all morning so it's not surprising that I drifted off, but unlike any dream I had had before, I remember this rather fairytale-like creature appearing right in front of me. I don't believe in fairies or elf’s but that didn't deter this little character. He stood there, hands on hips, looking straight at me. He didn't initially speak, just looked at me in a quizzical way. "What" I said – well you would, wouldn't you! His gaze turned towards the tree against which I was sleeping. He then slowly and with some joy told me that the tree I was sleeping under was the oldest in the forest, and he was a manifestation of the spirit of the tree. He smiled as he went on to tell me that every ten years or so, he had the power to grant a wish to anyone who slumbered beneath its branches. One wish only and one person only to receive that wish. It was apparently the nature of the granting of the wish that any, absolutely any wish would be granted, but the lucky person bestowed with that wish would only 'live' the wish while asleep. In other words, he was offering to let me dream anything I wanted, or so it seemed. I could have sworn I was awake because his presence seemed so real. Not like a dream at all. He must have picked up on this since he explained that I was sleeping, but in a realm very close to reality. A dream-world that had rules and boundaries of its own but would feel totally real to the dreamer. Not only that, but on waking, everything of the dream would be remembered in crystal clarity. All the emotions and adventures would be just like they had been experienced in waking-life. He then invited me to frame a wish. He stressed I could become anyone or anything I liked and live any adventure, no matter how personal or even erotic. All I had to do was think myself into the role I wanted to play and it would become reality – no, greater than reality, to me at least, and if his promise was correct, I could 'take home' so to speak the thrill of what I had become and done in this super-dream realm.

    Being a somewhat sceptical person, I had to ask what he (or she since this figure could have been of either sex, by appearance and speech) wanted in return. Apparently the tree-spirit only wanted to 'feel' the experience through the senses of a human. Further more, I might return here and re-enter the super-dream state whenever I so choose, picking up my adventures with my chosen character again and again. Each sleep would last only around an hour but to me it would seem like I had hours without limit to be who I wanted to be.

    I was very willing to put my scepticism to one side in order to get a bit of an adventure. After-all, it was only a dream. All be it, one the likes of which I have never had before. "Yes" was all I had to say. Well, if it turned out to be a bit of a dud, I could just wake up, non the worse for the trip. Again, I was asked to frame my request. I thought for a moment of people I would like to be like and the adventures I would have. Just before falling asleep I had been remembering the distress my sister experienced the day before. We had both been out for a drive to Blackpool. It was a hot Sunday in June and the town was packed. Traffic was moving at a snails pace, when it was moving at all, and all the car parks were full. During the two hours it took us to get from the North Pier to the South Pier she became desperate to use the ladies. We couldn't park anywhere and she ended up in tears, as she finally lost control of her bladder and ended up sitting in a puddle of wee. Oh how my heart went out to her. Perhaps because I was remembering her struggles before falling asleep, it came to me that perhaps I might wish to be female and live an adventure where I get to feel the anguish of needing a loo and even having an accident. I have long secretly loved female desperation and this was such a chance to BE a lady in desperate need of a toilet. Yes, that would be bold but oh what emotions it would let me feel!

    The tree-spirit didn't bat an eyelid on hearing my request to BE female. A lady of quality and breeding. I was about to set the scene for the adventure when I was told that what I got up to while in this super-dream was completely up to me, to indulge in any way I wanted. I got a nod of approval and a smile from the tree-spirit as I felt my body change into that of a beautiful woman. I had no idea what being a woman would feel like, until now, but Oh boy (or should that be Oh Girl!) it felt – wonderful. The sensuous feeling of the silk blouse on my breasts as I gasped with surprise and pleasure was intoxicating. I could feel the gentle swish of my skirt as it caressed my stocking-clad legs. My long blonde hair encased my face in a rich golden flowing sensation. I hooked my hair behind my ears, the way my sister was found of doing. It felt so good! I was sitting down at the base of the tree, as I had been before falling asleep but now I was somehow a female. The tree-spirit was still there, smiling warmly. With a wave of his hand (for now I perceived him as male) he indicated I might try standing in this super-dream world, and begin the adventure. He then faded away, with the parting words "Enjoy!"

    I put the palms of my hands on the ground to either side of me and leaned forward to stand and became very aware of my bladder as I stood up. The ache from my bladder was telling me I could cope for now but would be wise to find a toilet before too long. That made my heart race! Here I was, to all intents and purposes a real live feeling woman, experiencing the need for a wee, soon, but not too soon, since the feeling was – exciting! I looked around and I was clearly in the wood, by the big old tree, and I knew I had merely to 'dream-up' a situation for it to become real (well this was better than reality). I remembered the Blackpool trip that went so wrong for my sister and in a flash, I was in the passenger seat, looking out the windows, desperately hoping to reach a loo, for now by bladder was screaming at me to be released from its torment, yet even then, it still felt wonderfully exciting. I hadn't realised my sister might have also found it exciting but now clearly I was really getting a buzz from my desperate need for a wee. I looked across and saw my male-self driving the car and saw the worry on his face as I pleaded for him to find me a loo. He couldn't of course, any more than I had been able to help my sister yesterday. I saw a sign for toilets on the pier but there was absolutely no where to park. My heart was pounding so fast I thought I would die. I was crying (with pleasure) as I felt the first strong spurt of wee spread rapidly down under my bottom. I sobbed and wriggled in my seat, trying (not with much hope of success) to avoid letting the spurt develop into a flood. For a while I was able to regain control but it only postponed the inevitable. I started weeing, uncontrollably, force-ably in fact. The wet feeling quickly spread to my lower back and down my thighs. It was deliciously warm and so indescribably good. It was orgasmic! Almost at once I was back, standing at that old tree again, with nothing more than the modest need for a wee I had felt before. I wasn't soaked either but how wonderfully real that Blackpool experience had been, still left me weak-kneed and hot and flustered. I was awe-struck at the intensity of emotions I had experienced as a woman in trouble, and longed to have another go but I became aware of needing to wake; possibly in order to fully remember how wonderful this experience had been. I let go (reluctantly) of my female form and once again I was just a bloke sitting under a tree – but I DID remember the thrill of it all. Now I long to return to that tree soon so I can (according to the tree-spirit) resume my adventures as a lady who loves desperation.

    That little wish, given to me by that tree-spirit was wonderful beyond words. All I can say to my fellow man is – try sleeping under the branches of an old tree and you just might be given a wish too. If you are lucky, don't waste it on becoming a super-hero – choose to FEEL real desperation. You won't regret it!

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    It was a busy and exciting night in LA. Taylor was getting ready to perform at an arena in this busy metropolis. Boarding the plane, she was greeted by everyone in her business. The waiter on the plane had prepared her a nice homemade lasagna along with a large glass of cold water. After dinner, Taylor asked for another glass of water to calm her nerves.

    Leaving the plane and heading to the arena, Taylor was ready to give another awesome show. Entering the dressing room, she donned her typical tight fitting blouse and skintight leather shorts. Leaving the dressing room, she made sure to finish the gourmet chocolates and nice glass of fine wine the owner left her. She was feeling invincible and ready to conquer the city, forgetting the fact she had over half a gallon of liquids right before the show.

    Opening the show as she normally would, the crowd roared as Taylor revealed her presence to them. Sounding great and looking scorchingly hot in her blouse and shorts practically glued to herself. Everyone in the crowd was just in a frenzy and they were loving it as much as she was.

    However, as soon as the first song ended, and the audience clapped, the vast amount of liquids Taylor had started to make their way to her bladder, causing a slight discomfort. Taylor thought to herself "I can make it through the rest of the show. It's not bad at all. It would be unprofessional to take a piss while I'm doing the show." So she continued the show, singing as the fans jeered with excitement, ignoring her bladder. Soon after the first six songs she thought "Holy shit! I shouldn't have had all that to drink! I hope I can make it through the rest of the show!"

    Growing even more desperate, and her tight clothing only adding even more pressure to her ever-filling bladder, Taylor was dying for a piss but couldn't let the audience know it. She crossed her legs and went and hid behind the mic so nobody could see her hold her crotch. She thought to herself "Fuuuuuuck. They probably know I'm really fixing for a piss." She unbuttons the button to her shorts so she can have a hope of surviving the next dance. She barely makes it, just crossing her legs and bouncing in sheet agony.

    In this next part of the show, she gets to sit down and tales her seat in the chair. Her bladder by now is so full and is about to explode and she just tells the story behind the next song trying not to think about the impending waterfall. She looked so hot in her super tight clothes, hair in a ponytail, as she was fidgeting but very few seemed to even notice. Then, something happened. While sitting and singing, a splatter of hot piss made a quarter sized spot on her red panties.

    "Shit! I'm not gonna make it, am I?" She thought but acted as if nothing happened. She had to stay sitting, otherwise her bladder would burst from the additional pressure of getting up. So, she continues to sing at that chair. She was sweating from the excruciating LA heat, and thirsty, but she was also about to piss herself. She has another water to stay alive in the 110 degree weather, however.

    That water made it worse. She was utterly squirming in her chair trying to focus but the pressure was too great. She was crossing her absolutely sexy legs like it was nobody's business, squirming like crazy in that chair, had her hand firmly between her legs but nobody seemed to realize her pain.

    She tried to make it to the last song, but right then it happened. She thought "dammit! Here it comes! Shit! I almost made it too! That hot piss trapped in her bladder for too long made its way out of her into her panties which were completely soaked, and then reflected on her hot shorts so everyone could see, then her piss trickled down her flawless legs. She kept on. She felt kinda embarrassed, but so much better: sweet, sweet relief was written all over her face and she just didn't hesitate to let out the rest of her captive piss which made its way down her long legs onto the stage. She let out a massive sigh of relief because she never felt better. She finished the last song without the burden as she now had a completely empty bladder and left and got cleaned up on the plane.

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    Kasumi had been waiting to see this new horror movie since she first heard of it, and was especially happy tonight because it was pay day and she had enough money to buy food from the theatre instead of having to sneak it in from the 99 cent store. Upon entering the theatre and looking over the concession stand's wares, she settled on a large bag of popcorn and an extra large drink- both of them got free refills, so she figured it would be worth the steep price. She bought her refreshments, took a sip of her cola, walked to her theatre, and settled into a seat in the centre of the middle row, where the view and sound were best (or so she thought). The previews were still rolling, but she liked to watch them because she always wanted to know when the next great movie was going to come out. She ate a handful of popcorn and took another gulp of soda.

    The movie had been doing a great job of building suspension, and Kasumi was hooked. Her mind raced as she absently ate more popcorn from her already half-empty bag and drank her cola. It was a little more than halfway through the movie when Kasumi felt that familiar heaviness in her stomach- she had to go, but the movie was really getting good, so she just crossed her legs and shifted somewhat uncomfortably in her seat. The popcorn was making her thirsty, so she drank more soda, crossing her fingers and hoping she could just hold out going to the restroom until the end of the movie. About fifteen minutes passed, and she really, really had to go, but if she got up now, she would probably miss a crucial plot point or good scare!

    Kasumi was having trouble focusing on the movie now, crossing her legs over and over, sticking her hands against her crotch, squeezing her thighs together, and starting to feel desperate. She huffed. "I really need to go, but the movie is so good! I don't want to miss anything!" she thought, almost on the verge of tears. Her bladder couldn't take much more, and she was already starting to feel like she would wet herself any minute. It seemed like the movie was near the end, though, so she figured she'd be fine just as long as there weren't any more-

    *CRASH, SCREAMING*

    Kasumi jumped back and shrieked in terror, her bladder emptying suddenly and completely all over her panties, skirt, and the fabric theatre seat. The bottom of her thighs were warm and wet, and her pee was running down her calves and making a mess of her shoes, socks, and the carpet. Her eyes got misty and her face turned beet red as she realized what she had just done in the middle of a full theatre! If she got up, someone behind her would see how wet her bottom was, and if she tried to exit the aisle, she would end up dripping on someone's belongings. She was absolutely horrified and started to cry quietly. She decided to wait until everyone left to leave herself, forgetting that the janitor came in right after the seats were mostly empty. He saw her sitting in her seat, crying, and walked over to offer her some comfort.

    "Are you okay there, miss? Need any help?" he asked, concerned. She nodded her head. "I-I just... h-had too much soda, and there w-was a jump scare, a-and I..." she whimpered between sobs. "Aww, that's alright. It's not as unusual as you think it is, and an accident is nothing to be ashamed of." he responded gently. "Here, I have some paper towels in my cart and a spare pair of pants in my locker. Follow me and I'll help you get cleaned up, alright?"

  1. Apparently Felicity doesn't know you well enough, because being told not to ask something that firmly only makes you want to know more about it.

    It's basic human nature to disobey such unquestionable instructions, isn't it?

    You thought so.

    Even if humanity wasn't that advanced yet, it's basic Lillica nature, at least.

    "...T-This is no good!" You frown. "I can't stop thinking about it! I've had this green stalk in my inventory the whole time without ever using it, and this is the biggest emergency situation yet, so it's gotta be useful! That's the way things work!"

    "Real life isn't that convenient, Lillica." Felicity sighs. "You won't be doing yourself any favors if you touch that green sta-"

    "But I've gotta know what will happen!"

    Felicity closes her eyes for a moment, breathes in, and slowly breathes out again as she twirls a bit of her hair around her finger.

    "You really want know that bad?"

    "Definitely!"

    "It's a long story."

    "Stop trying to scare me off!"

    You weren't quite thinking this through properly.

    "...Well, there's a famous case similar to yours detailed in The Young Maiden's Tea Manual."

    Felicity produces a thick book from her own inventory.

    "Jasmine would never have let you drink the tea without hearing some of the warning stories about it first, but the whole history of the Princess Curse tea is so huge that you probably only scratched the surface. Some legends, in particular, are so grizzly that she'd never say them out loud..."

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    Long ago, in the faraway land of Bunnycross, the next in line for the throne was the young Princess Lapina. Fair, energetic and beautiful, she was the pride of the kingdom, and admired by all its subjects: princes and delegates from all around would visit Bunnycross to pay her tribute. She only had two weaknesses, and those were what led to her downfall: first, she had a habit of putting herself at risk to try to solve problems, and second... she was really shy about ever needing the bathroom.

    Now, as her official coronation neared, her popularity started becoming a big problem for her. Caught up in dozens of meals and conferences with nobles every hour of the day, with lots of drinks and hardly any breaks, Princess Lapina could never bring herself to be excused to relieve herself, and ended up quietly enduring through a number of desperate meetings.

    Unable to take it, she started researching for solutions, and found out about the Princess Curse tea.

    Princess Lapina was good with her hands, so she'd brew the tea in secret so nobody would find out about her problem, and thanks to her careful planning, she could calmly make it through the day with just two or three bathroom breaks in between.

    It was an extremely delicate balancing act... and one day, it broke.

    Maybe she'd slipped up when preparing the tea. Maybe the meeting was extended past its schedule, and she couldn't refuse. All that mattered was that one day, Princess Lapina was still in her reception hall, having tea with a foreign prince, when the Princess Curse seal broke and she found herself absolutely desperate for the bathroom, too dire to even stand up.

    That was when she took the fatal risk: willing to try anything she possibly could to avoid the inevitable, she brewed a cup of tea from a green-stained thymeglass stalk, and drank the mixture down.

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    ...And the pressure went down.

    She still felt a strong urge to go, but it became manageable, and she lasted to the end of the dinner without any problems, quickly returned to her chambers, dashed into the bathroom, pulled off her panties, and sat down--

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    Princess Lapina shivered with relief as she finally let everything flow out of her, incredibly glad that her risk had paid off.

    ...And then she woke up.

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    Princess Lapina was suddenly in her pajamas, in her bed, and lying in a warm puddle of her own liquid.

    What just... happened? While she was in the middle of relieving herself, the world around her had suddenly shifted from her bathroom to her bed -- and meanwhile, her bladder hadn't stopped. She immediately jumped out of her sheets as the rest of her golden water ran down her silk pajama legs.

    What happened?

    She wracked her mind to see what she could remember.

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    A memory of last night came up - one where she hadn't made it to the bathroom, and instead cried out, clutched at the table, and wet herself on the spot the moment she drank the experimental tea. She blushed crimson as she recalled it vividly - just as vividly as her memory of making it to the bathroom. Which one was real? She was already about to die of shame from the possibility - she didn't dare ask to confirm it.

    Yes.

    If nobody mentioned it, neither would she. It would stay that way.

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    She had other things to worry about that day, after all.

    That afternoon, a crowd of thousands of people had gathered for her pre-coronation speech, and she spent the morning making sure she memorized it and could deliver it confidently.

    Even though she was shy about needing the bathroom, Princess Lapina was confident in front of a crowd, and her speech was going smoothly-

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    Until suddenly, her eyes went wide and she completely froze up. A sudden jolt had fired through her abdomen, and she clamped her legs shut. Even though she'd made sure to use the bathroom just before, her bladder was suddenly at bursting point, and she was going to have an accident if she didn't find a toilet right then and there.

    She buckled her knees, bent forward, and rammed both her hands between her legs--

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    --And then she realized she was still on the royal stage, delivering a speech, in front of thousands of people watching her.

    No. No, no, no---

    Her mind went completely empty as she registered everyone's stares.

    She needed to regain her composure, keep up with her speech, just play it off-

    But she couldn't. She felt like she was trying to hold back champagne about to burst from the bottle, and it was getting worse and worse by the moment.

    She couldn't explain it.

    Squeezed off in her body was one of the most intense urges for the bathroom that she'd ever felt, and she knew that if she moved even a muscle, she'd lose it completely-

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    Her bladder tensed with fear, and the urge spiked just a bit too much for her to take - and she felt the hot fluid seep out into her hands and dress.

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    She had fought it as best as she could, but her young body had reached its limit. The seal of her endurance broke and a flood of liquid soaked out into her dress, pooling onto the stage beneath her.

    She could hear the crowd start to cry out and talk, and for that moment her head was lost in the chaos of relief and embarrassment as she savored the slow feeling of release--

    And then, she woke up.

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    Princess Lapina shot up in her bed, the puddle in her mattress still growing.

    The speech, the accident, the consequences - was that all a dream?

    There was no way it could have been. Never in her life had she experienced such a powerful pressure inside her, or such intense embarrassment.

    She couldn't have imagined all that - could she?

    But... what happened after that? Her memories ended once she lost control. Maybe... it was a dream?

    She didn't know what to make of it. But she couldn't let herself worry. It was the day of her coronation, after all.

    Steeling herself, she got out of bed, and resolved to use the bathroom whenever possible to avoid anything of the sort happening again.

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    But fate wasn't so kind to her.

    As she talked with the lords and dukes, accepting drinks out of courtesy, it wasn't long before she felt the familiar twinge between her legs, and she tried to silently escape to somewhere private at first opportunity - but something always came up, and the courtesans would pull her away again to talk to some Sir or Lady.

    As the juice worked its way through her, she could feel the urge growing in strength, but as she was the guest of honor at the banquet, she could never once find a moment to herself as the hours dragged on.

    And, as a consequence...

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    The coronation ceremony had started, and she sat quietly on the throne, arms modestly over her groin and her thoughts filled with how much she'd rather be sitting on a certain other type of seat.

    As the procession watched her, she crossed her legs slightly, hoping it would be seen as modesty rather than anything else.

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    The ceremony was long and fancy, and Princess Lapina kept shifting her legs and squeezing as the priest continued to say the rites. All the drinks she'd had were now pooling inside her, and were very ready to be let out - she really, really needed to go. But she could make it, she told herself. All she needed to do was stay focused, keep still, and-

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    She felt a small spurt inside her panties.

    Her body was giving in.

    She hastily tensed her arm and held her fingers against the exist, pressing hard as she tried to control her blush, but-

    It

    wouldn't

    stop.

    A small stream was slowly but surely seeping out into her crossed thighs.

    She was about to wet herself in her throne, during her coronation.

    Then and there, something inside her snapped.

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    Princess Lapina jumped out of her seat and frantically looked around her.

    She didn't care anymore - anything was fine - after the embarrassment from the past two times had had virtually made her mind explode, anything was preferable to wetting herself again.

    Scissoring her legs together, she lunged forwards and grabbed a nearby bowl-

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    Lifted her dress up, pulled her panties aside, bent her knees, and-

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    "-----------!!"

    A sweet moan escaped from her mouth as she let go and everything she drank poured out of her into the bowl. She had to stay focused to keep her legs steady despite her shivers, and to make sure she was properly getting everything into the bowl, but more than anything she was filled with a warm euphoria, thankful that she made it in time without having an accident.

    After a minute had passed, and she had finished, she noticed the hushed murmuring from the procession. Her mind was slowly clearing up as she realized what had just happened.

    Her face began to burn with a brilliant blush, as she considered what she'd just done - what everyone had seen -

    And everyone was also looking at the bowl she used and as she got a clearer look -

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    She saw the royal crown meant for the queen of the nation, upturned on the floor and filled more than halfway with a shimmering clear liquid-

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    And then she woke up again.

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    ...This was too much.

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    Princess Lapina couldn't take it anymore.

    The nightmares, the accidents, the shame-

    Even just one of them would usually make her lock herself in her room for a week.

    But they just kept piling on, and on, and on...

    She was truly reaching her psychological limit.

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    And it continued. Day after day, night after night, always more of the same - fate was conspiring against her to never grant her the privacy of a bathroom when she most needed it, and every time, as she stood in a soaked dress, or in a puddle with her panties down, or in a chair wet and dripping - she would wake up again, back in her bed, to another morning.

    She became increasingly paranoid whenever she felt the faintest urge for the bathroom, and started being unable to tell the difference between reality and dream.

    None of it made sense.

    It was too much to bear.

    She had to escape. She had to break free. She had to wake up from this endless princess curse.

    She was convinced that everything - everything from the very first accident - had all simply been part of a long, terrible cycle of dreams.

    And there was one way to get out.

    The next morning, waking up after a dream of trying to relieve herself behind the bushes of the royal gardens, Princess Lapina stormed into the palace kitchens, took one of every tea and juice they had, sat down, and began to drink.

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    She drank until she felt full, closed her eyes, poured herself another mug, and kept drinking.

    She was going to fill herself up to the absolute limit.

    After finishing everything, she pulled herself up and started to prepare for that night's dinner party.

    It was only a matter of time.

    Soon, just as she'd hoped, she could feel the desperation building and building as her bladder filled, pushing out against the waistband of her panties.

    This time, there were one or two opportunities for her to visit the bathroom, but she ignored them. Nothing would end if she used those. She needed to push herself to the absolute limit.

    She jumped and fidgeted and squirmed as she talked to the party guests, tapping her feet, rubbing her thighs and pressing between them to try and keep it in.

    And still, she would help herself to more drinks.

    Eventually, she knew that she couldn't take it any longer.

    Quivering violently, sweating and stuttering, she slowly lifted her dress up.

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    The smaller dreams always ended when she relieved herself, but it was never enough to escape to reality.

    To wake herself up properly, once and for all - she needed to have the most spectacular accident possible, and on purpose.

    She blushed as she rubbed her knees together - she could feel it about to come out, and she knew there was no turning back now -

    But what if this was actual reality? What was she doing?

    No. She needed to ignore her hesitation and reluctance. This was a dream. This was a dream. This was definitely a long nightmare.

    And now - she was going to escape it -

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    "T-T-T-T......"

    You were very much lost for words for a good few moments as you try and shake off the terror.

    "T-That's a very... dramatic story."

    "Yeah, it was adapted into a movie by Christopher Nolan."

    "B-But... how does it end?! Was it a dream or reality? You can't just end it there!!"

    "Nobody knows." Felicity shook her head. "There have been a lot of theories, but historians have never been able to prove one or the other true."

    "But still... uhh, she drank the green stalk with tea, right? What if I just eat it raw-"

    "Mixing it into tea dilutes it. If you eat it raw I expect the effect will be stronger."

    "...I'm sorry for ever doubting you Felicity I won't ask about the green stalk any more."

    "Good."

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    Anyway.

    This was a tough decision to make, but you needed your priorities in order.

    "Ummmm. Could you do me one more favor?" You ask the tickle cyborg.

    "Yep?"

    "Take Felicity upstairs as fast as you can. Felicity, go save Jasmine!"

    "H-Huh?"

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    That's right. Eva said she was just a distraction. An advance guard to keep Felicity busy while Jasmine was under attack.

    You were sure that right now, on the upper levels, the kind and gentle Jasmine Chamomile must be backed into a corner, shaking in fear as some merciless hitman slowly advanced on her.

    Every second you were keeping Felicity here, Eva Manhattan was still winning.

    "D-Don't worry about me. I-I'll manage... something." You mumble.

    You were probably going to regret this a whole lot once you finally burst and covered the floor with Lillica juice and be so embarrassed you wish you'd just melt and disappear, but for now, you wanted to sound cool.

    "...Check the library to see if Eva left any doors. Take two of them, and my screwdriver, and use them to create a passage from here to where Jasmine is. C-Come pick me up when Jasmine's safe."

    "...Lillica, are you sure about this?" Felicity follows on with the serious tone.

    "N-No, I'm not, but do it anyway!"

    "You're full of surprises, aren't you."

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    "One more thing, though." Felicity looks back at you as the two of them get ready to leave. "Just in case we don't get back and you- ... um, just in case something else comes up, is there anything else you want us to do before we go? Because, you know, you don't really have a way of calling us back when we're gone."

    >"Then, could you maybe __________"

    >Send them off

    (Since this is halfway through an action, the secondary limit barrer hasn't broken yet.)

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    Sacrifice the dryness of the panties that are not even Lillica's own so that Felicity could focus on rescuing Jasmine.

    Send them off into the unknown. Selfless Lillica is best Lillica.

    "Fly, you fools!"

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    "Nah, it's all fine, don't worry!"

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    "Well... if you say so."

    Felicity has had enough, and she turns around to leave.

    However, she stops for a moment, and looks like she wants to say something, but holds herself back.

    She mumbles to herself for a bit, rubbing her neck, and finally clenches her fists and runs away down the corridor.

    Just as she's about to leave your field of view, she abruptly spins around, catching the sunlight in her hair, and stares at you from across the hall.

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    "L-Listen! Don't get the wrong idea about anything that happened, because it's not like I enjoyed any of it at all, but as far as terrible experiences go, it ranked a bit over mid-level on the 'not-so-bad' scale! S-So you know what that means, right? It means that if you ever get into a similar disaster some other time like you usually do because you're so hopeless, then if you come to me and ask for my help really nicely and if I'm in a good mood, I might just consider helping you again!

    Also, come visit the Tea Clubroom sometime! If you got along with Jasmine, then I'm sure she'd want to see you there more!

    ...A-And finally, just because it was impressive that you beat Eva, don't get too full of yourself! A Lillica that's too self-absorbed won't be popular! Just stay as you are and that will minimize the chances of you messing anything up, okay?

    That's an official Felicitation!"

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    And she was gone.

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    Meanwhile, there was something very, very, very urgent that your body wasn't about to let you forget.

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    **Secondary Barrier Broken**

    With no allies in the area left, it's now up to you to fend for yourself.

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    ......

    Oh wait, you're down there.

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    "Aaaahh... aaahhhh... haah, haah, haah, haah--"

    Your whole body shakes as a stronger wave hits you, your breathing turns rapid and shallow, and your mind goes white.

    You don't even notice when you hit the floor.

    You wanted to go. You had to go. You needed to go. That was all you could bring yourself to think about.

    It felt like the muscles holding back your bladder were squeezing harder than the entire rest of your body.

    Toilets didn't even come to mind anymore - the thought was too distant. All that mattered was here, and now, you were holding back what felt like three desperate Lillicas worth of liquid, and you felt like you didn't care where and how, you just wanted it out of you - and yet, your hands were still jammed tightly into your skirt, soaked with sweat - and maybe something else - but you didn't care.

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    Your pupils dilate as you lose another spurt into your panties, a long two-second stream that starts to soak into your skirt. You almost lose grip on your reason right there - it felt way too good. If you just let go - if you let it all flow and seep out of you - that would be bliss.

    But you couldn't. Not yet.

    You still had the willpower for one more try.

    >Use something from inventory: _________

    >Do something with something in the surrounding area: _________

    >Other: _____________

    >>Method to hold it in: ________

    [As Lillica is really really at her limit this time, and will lose it at any moment, whatever action you suggest, you need to supply some way for her to hold it in while she's doing it. If it's not effective enough to keep it all back before she finishes the action, she might start leaking mid-way through.]

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    [The general player consensus points to using a bottle, apart from a cruel and unusual minority that still wants to eat the stalk]

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    So.

    It had come down to this.

    With all other options gone, with any hope for a proper toilet and some real privacy torn away and destroyed, you now face your only option left.

    You take the empty bottle out of your inventory and gaze at it slowly.

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    ...As far as makeshift toilets went, this left much to be desired.

    It would be loud, and hard to get rid of, and most of all... that opening.

    It was a bit small. Especially for... something like this.

    While your perfect aim is an ability that you take a lot of pride in, it didn't extend to such a weird situation. Something like this wasn't suited at all to the anatomy of a girl who really needed relief.

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    But all you could do was try. Keeping your right hand squeezing tightly over your panties, you grip the bottle between your teeth and turn it.

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    With a small plastic pop, you manage to pull the lid off. That was the easy part. Now, you needed to actually get it into position. You don't have any experience in this, but excessive movement was out of the question. If you tried to sit up, then various things would inevitably happen and there wouldn't be any need for the bottle any more.

    “...”

    Okay. You slowly press your shoulders into the floor and raise your hips higher, until you can move your legs into place and fit the bottle between them.

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    Getting caught in this position alone would be embarrassing enough, let alone doing what you were about to do – but that didn't matter right now.

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    After preparing your bladder and squeezing tight with your feminine muscles, you let go with your right hand and use it to pull your panties to the side. You feel the cool air tickle the newly exposed skin – somehow, you feel even more naked than when you weren't wearing any panties earlier. This was probably going to end in kind of a mess, but there was no turning back now. You feel shivers run through your lower body as you hold the bottle firmly in place.

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    At least, you think it's the right place.

    You're really not sure about this.

    Maybe it's a bit higher-

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    “Nnnn...!!”

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    “Nnnaaaaaaaaa---?!”

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    “Ahhh, ah, haaaah-!”

    Your hands grabs the area directly and you instinctively squeeze it tight, but maybe that just made it worse – you let out a moan as your liquid sprays out of your body at full force, pattering onto the plastic bottle and echoing out around you.

    The realization that there's no way you can stop shoots across your mind, but is drowned out by the sear of relief that fills you like the kiss of hot metal.

    No way- you could feel it rushing out of you- stopping was definitely impossible.

    However, now that you could directly feel the hot stream pushing through your fingers, you knew exactly where it was coming from.

    If you just focused a bit more-

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    Sppplaaaassshhhhhhhhhhhhhh-----------------

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    You feel the tremors rattle the frame of the plastic bottle as your water hits the inside at full force.

    Now with everything being collected in a toilet like it should be – well, a makeshift toilet at least – you finally let it all go and the incredible relief fills you. You fight down some spasms in your legs to keep the bottle in place, and let out a long, deep sigh as your whole body can finally relax.

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    “Mmmmmmmmmm~~~!”

    Oh no. This felt too nice. It felt really nice. You hope it doesn't become a habit. A whole morning's worth of drinks, slowly flowing out of your body. And this bottle, as well. You could feel your body heat pooling against your hand as it slowly filled up. Ahhhhh. You're so glad you have this bottle.

    You're so glad portable bottles exist. You want to carry one with you everywhere. You sink further and further into bliss to the now comforting sound of trickling water.

    At least, you do for another few seconds, before suddenly-

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    “GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA----!!!”

    Your entire being goes into instant shock mode as a voice suddenly calls out to you.

    Who-wait-what- who said that? Completely lost in your own world, you hadn't even noticed their approach.

    You look upwards and immediately come face to face with-

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    The boy from the art club, and the girl from the robotics club! And suddenly, they looked like important people!

    “I don't really understand what happened, but we were all caught off-guard when that cyborg suddenly fired that huge lazer down the corridor. Are you okay?”

    “I-I'm sorry... the original tickle robot didn't have that feature, so I didn't expect it either, but I also shouldn't have brought it to such a public area... it's caused you a lot of trouble.”

    The both of them look down at you with concerned expressions.

    No, no, this was all wrong! You were supposed to have dealt with all these hallway obstacles already! These people can't come back all of a sudden and act like it was no big deal! It was already bad enough when they showed up in front of you the first time before this!

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    “O-Oh, no...! D-Don't worry, I didn't get any... serious injuries... from the beam....”

    “Are you s-sure?” The girl is very worried. “You could have been radiated... or scanned...”

    “No... ummm, I talked to the cyborg girl for a bit... I don't think she would have used something that harmful...”

    “You talked to her?”

    “She seemed nice...” You confirm.

    “Why did she fire the lazer, then?”

    “I-I'm sure she had... her reasons...”

    The shock had made you clamp up tight again, and you quickly pulled yourself up. It was easier to move now that you had let off a bit of pressure, but on the other hand...

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    ...Stopping the flow was still a bit beyond you.

    A series of twitches crawled up every part of your body – some parts more than others – as you desperately tried to shut it off, but after that small taste of relief, you just couldn't do it. Your body decided it wanted the rest of it out right now.

    “Nnnnno, haaaaah, it's, aaaaaaahhh....”

    You could feel it soaking through your panties and spreading out along the floor, clinging candidly to the edges of your thighs.

    It seemed they hadn't noticed yet because of your skirt, but at this rate... if the puddle grew enough, it would all be over. Somehow, you absolutely had to stop before then!

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    “Are you sure you're okay, then?” The boy asks. He has a controlled, earnest voice, and he looks directly at your face. “When we called out to you, you were in quite an... interesting pose.”

    You try clenching your muscles shut, but the intense pressure at the very tip is too much, and a strong jet shoots out into your panties as you give up on that idea.

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    “I-If there's anything I can do to help... I want to make up for the trouble I've caused...” The girl has a soft voice and can't seem to look you in the eye. But instead, her gaze darts around, to your shoulders, to your legs, to the floor around you that was dangerously close to getting visibly flooded in a moment-

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    “..........Ah, ummm....”

    Why won't they just go away? You were grateful, but what you needed most at the moment was just a bit more time alone.

    But both of them were fixed on you, and you were completely lost for words.

    “Could it be, maybe you actually were hurt somewhere? Do you want me to help you up?”

    “Ah, ahhhh, ah, uhhh--”

    It was over. You were wetting yourself in front of them. Soon, the puddle would spread, and the evidence would be there, and the fluid that flowed directly out of your private garden would be visible for the world to see.

    This was too much.

    You were backed completely into a corner.

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    “Actually...” You steady your voice, “There's something.”

    “Oh?”

    “I was in that pose because... I was looking on the ground for something. M-My student card... the force of the beam knocked it out of my hand, so I think it's somewhere in this hallway now. Could you... nnnhhh... um, help me find it?”

    “Your student card...?”

    “Hmmm, okay. No problem, we'll help you look.”

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    Now. While their backs are turned, and they're looking at the floor, you reach into your inventory and pull it out – your one and only student card.

    This was your speciality. Now, focus, take aim, ignore your bladder for a moment, and-

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    “Ahhh---! I see it! My card's over there! Could you two get it for me?”

    “Oh, you've got sharp eyes. Sure, we'll go get it.”

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    Perfect. Now, while they were walking away from you, you leap to your feet. As embarrassing as it was, with the combined relief from the bottle and the puddle, you feel like you can hold it a bit longer. Your bladder still feels like it's stretched to the limit and the pressing sensation in your panties is as strong as ever, but you can hold it.

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    Now, quickly, you could run to Jasmine, or a toilet, or a bush, or something---!

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    “----------------!!!!!!!”

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    Or not.

    'You can still hold it' might have been a bit optimistic. That sprinting really wasn't good on your bladder. You lose strength in your legs and catch your hand on the wall before you collapse, your other hand clasped back around your groin in an awkward attempt at damage control.

    “Haaah, haaah...”

    Your breath comes in heavy pants as you bob up and down, bending and unbending your knees in turn to keep the pressure on. You can feel your soaked panties in your hand, and as you squeeze tighter, liquid drips out of them and runs down your fingertips.

    You... you need to stay like this for a while. Just for a bit.

    You look up at the other two students to see how they're doing. They've reached your student card, but fortunately, you were prepared.

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    “Ehh? Ehhhh? I-I picked it up, but it flew out of my hand?”

    “Don't worry, I'll catch it- gah, I lost my grip on it again!”

    The two of them are having a lot of trouble keeping hold of your student card, which constantly slips out from between their fingers every time they grab it.

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    Yes. You were prepared for this. To stall for as much time as possible, before you threw your student card, you combined it with another item in your inventory: one of the bottles of soap.

    As a result, you produced a super-slippery student card that even the roughest of fingers would have trouble keeping a firm hold of!

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    The corridor junction was in reach. If you got there, you could duck into the adjacent hall and be out of their sight. Just a bit further. While they fiddle with your card, you collect your composure and prepare yourself for the final sprint.

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    “Ah, sorry it took us a while, but we finally got your card---”

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    “ThanksverymuchI'vegottagonowbye!”

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    Holding your student card in your teeth since both your hands were occupied, you make it to the next corridor. It's completely deserted – you finally have your privacy – but there was no time to think about that now.

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    “Nnnnnnn......nnnnnnn!!”

    Spurts of liquid were now forcing their way out of you, slowly but powerfully, pushing their way down to your exit in gradual pulses. It's all you can do to jam your hands there as hard as you can, try to force it back, use the tips of your fingers to apply even more pressure directly to the area.

    Your eyes lost focus and you rubbed your knees violently together, the muscles of your thighs squeezing your hands so hard it hurt, cycling the pressure between soft and firm, squishing your fingers into your female plumbing.

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    “Nnnnhhhhh!” Only the student card between your teeth stifles your moan as you lean forward and raise your right leg. Sweat runs down your face, and your wet panties rub against your bare skin.

    You were fighting the unstoppable at this point and you knew it, but your dignity still demanded you hang on. As a girl, there were just some things you couldn't do...!

    But that was it. You had peace, privacy, and more than enough liquid to release – it was ready to come out now, and your body wasn't going to listen to any more hesitations.

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    Even though you knew it would happen, the actual moment was still a surprise. There was a very thin, blurry line between desperate agony and amazing relief, and somehow, in the tiniest of movements, you were washed across it. Your water rushed out between your fingers, spread into your skirt and ran down your legs, flooding into your panties and into a stream that splattered on the floor tiles.

    Lost in the waves of pleasure in release, it takes you a few moments to come to terms with what's happening – for the throbbing feeling inside your private area to register more clearly as the feeling of flowing current rubbing along its inner passage.

    You wanted to deny it. It's too embarrassing to actually happen. But your thoughts quickly faded again, this wasn't the time, for a moment, you just wanted to savor this feeling for real.

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    “Haaaah, haaah, aaahhhh...”

    Finally, after all that, the stream trickled to an end and you finally managed to get your mind in focus again. You were slouched down low with your back against the wall, with a large, shimmering puddle in front of you.

    For the first time in what felt like years, your bladder was empty, and the muscles in that area felt sore but relaxed in the best kind of way. Your panties were soaked beyond repair now, and some of the remainder still spread out onto your legs and dripped down into the bottom of your skirt.

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    Well.

    It was far, far less than ideal, but at least you found relief in privacy, and if you escaped quickly nobody would figure it out, and then you'd be able to get away perfectly with the fact you wet yourself in school...

    …......

    …..........

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    You wet.... yourself.... in school.

    Oh goddddd. The reality finally hits you.

    You, Lillica Plumb, stunningly charming and energetic high school girl, woke up that morning, had too much to drink, forgot to use the bathroom, and when she was in school, couldn't hold it in and ended up wetting herself.

    Your whole face is dyed a deep, deep red. This is way too much embarrassment for you to take.

    Well, that makes two cases of you losing control beyond your limit today – no, don't think about that. Please, stop thinking about that.

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    “...........”

    Well then. The day wasn't over yet. You needed to get to Jasmine to make sure she was okay. And figure out the mystery of the blocked corridors. Oh, and you're at school because you actually do have some normal classes to attend later.

    But first, a change of clothes. Action comes after that.

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    **Lillica Quest Chapter 1 : Over**

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    Chapter 1 Epilogue

    You have in fact been accumulating a lot of exp over the course of chapter 1, but as there was no convenient point to say so, and other important things were on your mind, it was all left to the side until now.

    But now, you can catch your breath and check on everything.

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    You've gained 755 exp total ever since you left the cupboard, which is enough for you to gain four levels, all the way up to level 6.

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    **You have gained 1 Level!**

    **You have gained 1 Level!**

    **You have gained 1 Level!**

    **You have gained 1 Level!**

    **You have gained 20 stat points**

    **You have gained 12.6 extra skill points**

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    In addition, you now have new skills to spend points in.

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    Delicacy

    Can choose to throw fragile objects in your normal throwing range in a way so that they won't break upon hitting the target.

    Does not stop you from saying potentially tactless things.

    Appraise

    Get a rough idea of the stats/info of anyone you see. May produce dubious results.

    Pickup Artist

    Every area you enter, you automatically receive up to five items from the area that you can throw. Also limited by inventory space.

    Softness

    Become softer. Passive 1.1x multiplier to charm. May also reduce physical impact damage possibly.

    Pluck

    Can reliably pluck nearby or incoming projectiles out of the air and add them to your inventory. May fail depending on size of object.

    Useless skill

    A skill that really doesn't do anything. Don't put points into it. This isn't reverse psychology.

    It's time to allocate things!

    [The current number under 'Next' is the cost to increase the skill by one level. This number usually increases as the skill levels up.

    If you wish to raise any skill more than one time, the general pattern is 1->3->6->9.

    Just to be perfectly clear, the cost to get from a normal skill lvl2 to lvl3 in the above pattern will be six, not three (if you were thinking six minus three).

    Exceptions:

    Appraise: 1->4

    Pickup Artist: 4->8

    Useless skill: 1 point per level

    Skills and skill points may also be gained later from events other than level ups.]

    [in the interests of anarchy this still operates on a first-come-first-serve basis, but each suggestion can only choose to spend up to five stat points and raise up to one skill.

    However, you are also free to voice what you think other points should be spent on in an attempt to influence other players.]

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    [After a variety of discussion]

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    +12 Speed

    +6 Style

    +1 Charm

    1 Point Remaining

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    Skill 'Pluck' unlocked!

    Skill 'Appraise' unlocked!

    Skill 'Delicacy' unlocked!

    Skill 'Useless Skill' unlocked.

    Skill 'Softness' unlocked!

    Skill 'Stealth' unlocked!

    2.6 points remaining

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    Meanwhile, in a not-so-distant corridor...

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    "......"

    Jasmine Chamomile clutched her arm as she steadied herself from the impact. It was getting harder to focus now, but she was in a compromising situation that demanded every bit of her attention. In a word, things were dire.

    "Looks like this is your limit, huh, Jasmine Chamomiiillleee~?" A sweet electric voice taunted her.

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    "Huhuhu~ Too slow, too gentle, too proud, and too cheap. Well, that's what I'd expect from someone who just sits around drinking tea all day."

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    "Kimi, that's going a bit far. Chamomile is strong, and she put up a good fight. It's just her bad luck that it wasn't enough."

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    "Exactly, exactly! No matter how much skill or technique she had, there's no way she could have been a match for all three of us at once, huh?"

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    "Now... let's finish this."

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    **Thank you for reading everything so far! Lillica Quest is now on hiatus until Aquarius chapter 3, but it's not over yet!**

  2. Salutations! I know it's been a LOOOONG time, but with my brand new keyboard I've gotten an itch to start writing again! I can only hope I get some positive reviews (but seriously honest opinions ONLY). Anyway, this is a story about two characters from the Ace Attorney: Dual Destinies video game for Nintendo 3DS: Juniper Woods and Athena Cykes. For those of you who haven't yet downloaded the game (which you reaaally should), I'll fill you in on some background info about these characters and the world around them.

    Athena Cykes is a very upbeat girl who wears her heart on her shoulder. Er, well, her chest. She wears an electronic device called Widget around her neck that displays her current mood and sometimes blurts out her inner thoughts. Athena has the innate ability to hear discord in people's voices if they are lying or unsure about something. She is also able to determine someone's mood based on their voice. She is young and fresh out of law school with a yellow business casual look and reddish-brown hair in an...interesting fashion. It almost looks like a poorly made bow.

    Juniper Woods is a shy girl with long black hair. As her name suggests, she is very in tune with nature and always wears a sunflower, which she breathes into when in distress. She likes to wear plain clothes, with a large hat that makes her look like a southern belle. Woods has a very cute demeanor about her, but she isn't very confident and is easily embarrassed. Her best friend from growing up, Athena often helped her gain a little courage when she needed it. Athena has acquitted her for murder twice. She often seems to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

    I think that should be sufficient enough. I plan on actually making this pretty lengthly so I hope I didn't bore you too much with the details. So, without further ado...

    July 17, 10:41 PM

    Bleaker Street - Alley

    It's dark.

    A sole streetlamp lights up a pathetic amount of Bleaker Street. A dog barks in the distance. Leaves blow silently in the wind, twisting a contorted path across the slick black road. A tall, cloaked figure appears. It is hooded, shrouded in darkness. The figure seems to glide along the ground, a foreboding air following in his wake. A woman walks up to him, her face hidden by the darkness.

    "Is this the place?" She looked down the dark alleyway perpendicular to where the two met. The figure simply nodded, extending a hand as if to allow her passage. The woman stepped into the mouth of the alleyway, the walls damp with grime. The figure followed close behind, drawing a small dagger. The woman, her back to the danger, spoke again. "Are you sure that-" She was interrupted by a sharp pain in her spine. The woman shrieked, then collapsed on the ground. The cloaked figure calmly placed the dagger in the woman's hand, exited the alleyway, and slipped away into the darkness from whence it had appeared.

    July 18, 7:57 AM

    Wright Anything Agency

    Athena jiggled her key in the lock, but it was no use.

    "Oh come ON!" she grunted, trying again. It was raining heavily out. Athena, who always left her umbrella at the agency, was drenched. This, however, was the least of her problems. "The day my toilet breaks, of all days..." Athena crossed her legs as she tried the door again, before sighing and giving up (on the door). The frantic lawyer dug through her bag and pulled out her cell phone to call the head of the agency, renowned attorney Phoenix Wright. Also, he was her boss. As she scrolled through her contacts, the short time it took to reach the Ps reminding her how pathetically friendless her life was, she remembered that Phoenix was on a business trip with his other apprentice, Apollo. Her boss's adopted daughter, Trucy, was also out. She was doing a magic gig across town, as aspiring magicians tend to do.

    Realizing she was out of options and time, Athena uncrossed her legs and relaxed. As she felt her bladder begin to empty, out of nowhere came, "Thena! Hey, Thena!" This startled her greatly. Though the rain made it impossible to tell what she was doing, Athena still felt extreme anxiety as her face caught fire. The voice came from her friend Juniper, who was now running towards her, blissfully unaware of the embarrassing situation the poor girl had found herself in. As Athena's mind spun with the worst possible outcomes, Juniper came up to her, holding a parasol.

    "Good morning, Thena." Juniper frowned as she saw Widget displaying anguish. "Is everything okay? You look...distressed." Athena's face burned with embarrassment.

    "I-I'm fine! Just locked out that's all..." Athena looked at the ground and shifted nervously as warmth continued to pour down her legs and splash on the ground along with the heavy rain.

    "Oh really? What a shame...fortunately, Apollo made me a spare key during that last trial a few months ago..." Juniper closed her eyes dreamily as she thought of him. Even saying his name made her heart flutter...

    Athena took a deep breath as the last of her pee flowed undetected down her shapely legs. She was in the clear. Then she saw her friend in a love-induced trance. "Junie?" Juniper gasped, suddenly brought back into reality.

    "What?? Oh, right. Sorry..." It was her turn to be embarrassed as she unlocked the door to the agency. The two friends smiled at each other and stepped inside. Not a moment after Athena set her bag down did someone come bursting through the front door. The girls jumped in surprise, poor Junie nearly wetting herself.

    It was a large man who said, in a gruff voice, "Mr. Wright? Mr. WRIIIGHT?" He then froze, the girls staring at him like deer caught in headlights. "Hm? Who the heck are you guys?" Athena stomped her foot, Widget now displaying fiery anger.

    "That's our line! Now what business do you have busting down our door?!" The man looked down sullenly.

    "S-sorry, pal...I was just lookin' for Mr. Wright..."

    "Well you made that quite clear thank-you-very-much!"

    "Thena, calm down..." Juniper grabbed Athena's arm. The enraged girl took a breath, and became calm.

    "Thanks, Junie. So, tell us your name, 'pal'." she said, still somewhat cross. The man scratched his head.

    "Name's Dick Gumshoe. I'm a detective. I'm the guy who used to, and now does, have Bobby Fulbright's job. And who might you be?" said Gumshoe, straightening his green jacket. He had the physique of a linebacker, ten years after retirement. He had square shoulders and a square jaw. His face bore a single bandage, which only served to accent his gruff yet skittish personality.

    "I'm Athena and this is Juniper. I'm in charge of the agency while the boss is out on official lawyer business." Juniper waved shyly, her mind wandering to how long it had been since her last visit to the ladies' room. One hour...two hours...five...oh dear. The usually still girl began shifting anxiously, resisting the urge to hold herself. Despite having grown and lived in the forest for many years, she still kept a very ladylike demeanor. Athena and Gumshoe didn't seem to notice Juniper's slight but frantic movements.

    Gumshoe cleared his throat loudly. "Anyway, I jus' wanted to tell Mr. Wright that there's a case he might be interested in taking..."

    "Yeah?" said Athena, still mildly irritated. "And why's that?"

    Juniper piped up, something she was not accustomed to doing. "Athena, where's your..."

    "Hold that thought, Junie. I wanna know what this guy's deal is." Juniper nodded, and lightly bounced in place as Gumshoe explained himself.

    "Well, ya see...he's been requested by the defendant, Mr. Sai." Athena wracked her brain. Sai...Sai...why was that name familiar. She gasped as it came to her, spinning wildly to face Juniper. She was crying, pulling on her hair. Athena and Gumshoe could see rivulets of what could only be one thing running past her ankle and pooling onto the floor. In a flurry of despair and embarrassment, Junie ran into the bathroom and locked the door, leaving a trail of droplets behind her as the horrific memories that name gave her pierced her heart and mind. Athena didn't need her ability to know just how much pain her friend was in...

  3. Sleep would not come. A gentle breeze through her open window relieved the heat of the summer night momentarily, then the heavyness of the still room returned. She turned her head to the clock - 2:20. Alarm? 8:00. Luke? 10:00. Not soon enough, and yet far too soon.

    After an uneventful afternoon, Jen had gone to bed early - mainly to avoid her parents questioning.

    'Who is Luke?'

    'Where did you meet him?'

    'What time will you be…'

    Endless questions. Finally, taking advantage of a lull, she claimed tiredness and made a break for the freedom of her room. Several hours later. Still awake. She'd done everything she could to stay cool. Start off with pink PJ bottoms, and a pink T-shirt, with white panties underneath. 11pm had seen the bottoms come off. Midnight or thereabouts the T-Shirt, and finally about five minutes ago she had slid her panties down and off. Naked on the bed, her body caught the moonlight coming in through the window. Slim. Toned. Thoughts in her head, circling, whirling like leaves in a breeze. What to wear tomorrow? Did Luke like, Like or LIKE her? Slowly her eyelids became heavier. Closing. Closing. Closed. Finally. Her breathing shallow, her mind peaceful and her body still, she slept.

    Her eyes flew open. Hand flew to alarm clock. Alarm silenced. Morning. Two hours till Luke arrives. Up. Over to her wardrobe. She opened the door, and caught a glance of herself in the full length mirror, her body slender, legs smooth and shapely, rising to delicately rounded hips. Narrow waist, small breasts. She searched out a short denim skirt, tee-shirt, bra, panties - no, going to the lake. Replacing the panties and bra, Jen got out her bikini. White, with dark blue flowers. A mini belt like ribbon ran round the waist of the bottoms, tying in a bow at the side. She turned, and layed her clothes out on the bed. Good choices? Yes, she thought so. Prickling in her crotch. Pressure in her bladder. Time for a pee and a shower.

    Jen crossed into her en-suite, turned the shower on in the cubicle to heat up, then sat on the toilet. Release. She felt her muscles relax and a trickle of pee find its way from her bladder, through her pee hole and across her vagina. Clamp. Clench. Stop. Why? She had never wet herself, least not as an adult. Yesterday had been a close call. Jen wanted to know. Wipe. Up, back to her room. Her closeness to peeing had increased her need, and Jen now fought the urgency between her legs, bouncing and jiggling as she found some old panties at the back of her drawer. White, brief cut, blue dots. Hand to crotch. Squeeze. Legs apart. One leg into panties. Cross legs, clench. Legs apart. Second leg into panties. Panties up. Bounce, thigh squeeze. Back to bathroom. Shower off, into cubical. Jens heart pounded as she stood there in the humid, steamy shower cubical. She felt the urge in her crotch, the tingle in her urethra. Still she held on. Should she? Shouldn't she? What would her parents think if they found out? What would Luke think?! Another wave of urgency. Legs crossed, thighs clenched, Jen fought her internal battle. Yes? No? Was it dirty? Surely she should just go and sit back on the toilet. This was silly. But the thought of just standing here and letting go into her panties filled her with another feeling, a rising urge from her loins. Do it. Gingerly, Jen relaxed her legs, no longer clenching her thighs together. Her crotch prickled with the need to pee. Felt her panties around her vulva; soft, dry, white cotton. She relaxed her muscles, felt a dribble pass out of her - warm dampness in her crotch. Automatically, she clenched again, stopping the flow, her body on autopilot not letting her wet her panties. Relax… Relax. She felt the flow start again. Slow at first, she started to feel the crotch of her panties warm and wet against her skin. Weeing harder now, rivulets of pee started to flow, warm, down her upper thighs. Feeling her stream flowing out of her body and over it, fire spread through her veins. Her right hand dropped, in, past the waist of her panties, down to her crotch. She felt the warmth, the wetness, the now gentle trickle of herself peeing. Slowly at first, she started rubbing herself, tingles and shudders of pleasure rippling upwards and outwards from her core to the extremities of her body. Harder. Faster. Moaning softly, Jen leant against the wall of the shower, slowly, sliding down into a squat. Slower. Faster, harder, faster, harder - Jen threw her hips forward, arching her back in exctasy as her orgasm passed over her in waves, muscles in her lower body tensing and relaxing, pushing more squirts out of her body, past her fingers and into her panties. Slower. Slower. Slower. Breathing heavily, Jen stood, shakily, turning on the shower again and feeling warmth cascading over her. Dirty? No. Yes. To Jen? Her conscience was constantly pricking her desires and discoveries. To others? To Luke? Sexy? To Jen, definitely.

    Soaping her body, rinsing her body, Jen slowly returned to earth. She had done it. Felt it. Loved it. Peeled off her soaking panties - rinsed under the shower. Shampoo. Rinse. Out of the shower, towelled and dry. Panties on the towel rail, under the towels. Bikini on. Skirt on. T-shirt on. Hair fixed.

    9:20. 40 minutes till Luke arrives. Downstairs. Jen's parents were out in the garden, Mum weeding, Dad mowing the lawn before church. The clatter of the mower breaking the peace of the summer Sunday morning. Coffee. Toast. Coffee. Crockery in the sink. Upstairs. Make up. Not much, just a touch. Glasses. No. Contacts. Clock - 9:55. Jen grabbed a rucksack, towel from the airing cupboard. Stuffed the towel into the bag. Prickle in her crotch. Jen crossed into the bathroom, lifted her skirt, untied the bow on her bikini and pulled it down. Sit. Release. As her stream hissed out of her she heard the doorbell go. Shit. She pushed, bearing down on her bladder, forcing her pee out in a hard stream. Doorbell again. No time. Clench. Stop. Dribble. Clench harder. Stopped? Yes. Wipe. Flush. Jen stood, pulled her bikini bottoms up, re-tied the bow, knotting it tightly, and pulled her skirt back into place. Need to pee subsided, Jen could relax her muscles. She could still feel her bladder wasn't empty, but she no longer needed to pee. Grabbed her bag and dashed downstairs, butterflies beating in her stomach. Luke. Bottle of water from the fridge. Jen walked to the front door. Ran her hand through her hair. Deep breath. Opened the door.

    Luke stood at the door, dressed casually - long shorts, T-shirt, flip-flop sandals, his shades pushed up on top of his head.

    "Hey Jen!"

    "Hey!"

    Luke hugged her. Completely unexpected. Nice. Strong. Definitely muscles in all the right places. Stepped back.

    "You ready?"

    "Yup"

    She smiled at him, Luke grinning back. Again, Jen felt that pang. She pulled the door shut behind her, and they both turned and headed to Luke's pick up at the end of the drive. Even mid morning the heat was intense. Jen felt him walking close by her side.

    At the truck, Luke opened the passenger door for her, shutting it once she was in. Round the drivers side, Luke got in and started the engine. Checked mirrors, pulled out into the road. Jen settled on the seat, an old bench style affair, one seat across the cab of the truck. She leant against the passenger door, elbow on the open window sill, wind playing in her hair. She looked across at Luke, looking ahead at the road. Turned back to look out the window, she smiled to herself. Happy. The truck braked to a halt at the end of the road. Quick check, and Luke pulled away, the trucks engine roaring as Luke gunned it up the highway towards the park and the lake.

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    This is my first story (Well an experience but not my experience ) that I will be posting on this site. It's about Carlsbad Caverns, It being 1 1/2 miles long, and the fact that there are no bathrooms inside the Caverns.

    My crush Adrian, My younger-by-2-years brother Alex, His girlfriend Chloe and I decided that yesterday was a good day to go to the Carlsbad Caverns.

    "Can we go to 7-11 before the Caverns?" Alex asked

    "Fine, ok, whatever" I said. I added sarcastically, "But try not to slurp the rasberry slushie too loud, you might make the Caverns collapse on all of us."

    So we went to 711, got some slushies and headed to Carlsbad. We were in Roswell so it was a long drive. We all finished our slushies halfway to Carlsbad. After we finished our slushies we were bored so in the meantime we talked, sang along to the radio and made stupid but silly songs. After the hour drive, we finally got to the Caverns.

    Adrian got up out of the car and said to us like we were little kindergardeners on their first field trip, "OK, now does anyone need the potty before we go in the big cave?"

    I raised my hand, so did Chloe. Alex shifted a bit and said, "No."

    So we all went inside and Chloe and I went to the toilets. Alex and Adrian waited for us and when we got up, Alex asked how long it was till the end of the Cavern.

    I answered, "I think its 1 1/2 miles long." He replied with a smile and we headed for the elevator. The guide started giving us an explanation of why we weren't supposed to touch the rocks because the could break at the slightest touch. The elevator came up and opened its doors. We stepped inside along with another group of people.

    "Alright people we will be going down 750 feet so you might feel your ears pop a couple times." The guide said. As soon as the elevator started moving, i saw my brother flinch.

    "You ok?" I asked as soon as I saw him.

    "I'm fine. Honest. Nothing wrong." He replied without missing a beat.

    "Ok...?" I said as we finally hit the floor. We all walked out of the elevator and saw the Caverns ahead of us. Chloe mut have ecstastic to be here because she ran to to Cavern floor and started looking around.

    "Wow!" Chloe whisper-shouted into the Caverns."This is cooler than i expected!"

    We walked around the trail, gaping at all the sights like stalagmites and stalactites. About 30 minutes in i noticed Alex wriggling and squirming around as we walked. Suddenly i saw his expression go blank and his face turn white. I knew what was happening. He didnt pee

    himself but i saw a dark patch on his shorts. He had to pee.

    Badly.

    I whispered into his ear, "If you do it here, there will be 3 witnessess. 4 including you." with a smirk on my face.

    "Shut up i dont have to pee." He said.

    "Then what's that dark patch on your shorts doing there? Dont try to hide it." I said teasingly.

    He stuck both his middle fingers up at me and continued walking.

    I saw him start to hold himself and silently groan. Chloe and Adrian were taking pictures on their phone every time we turned a corner. I rarely looked at the scenery because i was watching Alex. What a show.

    I saw another spurt escape his shorts. He was really holding it now. He hopped around a little , silently enough so nobody woud hear. As we were 5/8 through the Cavern, I heard a little splash. I looked over to Alex and he had a dark patch on his shorts about the size of a baseball. His face was red, and he looked like he was on the verge of crying.

    A little while later I sneaked up on him from behind and grabbed his shoulder from behind. I saw him jump and another small splash hit the concrete walkway. He pushed me away.

    When we were near another cool rock formation, I started tickling him . I knew he was very ticklish so he tried to push me away but failed. I went in front of him and continued to tickle him. I saw the pee escape his shorts and hit the walkway loudly. I rushed behind him and pretended like nothing happened. Chloe and Adrian turned around and saw Alex wetting himself. Chloe giggled.

    Alex turned to me after he had finished and silently mouthed "F*ck you!"

    I mouthed back, "Love you too!"

    When we got out of the Caverns, Alex went to the gift shop and bought a sweater and tied it around his waist. We drove back to our house ( we dropped of Adrian first) and before Alex got up i asked, " Do you need to pee?"

    "Let it go already" He said back.

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    [All events, places, names and medical conditions are made up and the behaviour suggested herein, especially overdosing prescription meds, is not advised or condoned]

    It had been getting worse for weeks when I finally went to the doctor. He'd taken a urine sample and run a few tests and told me in the meantime to drink only water or cranberry juice. When that had turned up nothing immediate he sent me for an ultrasound, for which I had to arrive at the hospital with a full bladder which I'd enjoyed, and insisted on heading home without relieving myself when they were done with the tests. I hadn't made it home without masturbating under my short summer dress on the tube though. Happy times.

    Today the latest results had come in and it didn't bode well that his secretary had rung me to come in for an emergency appointment. Cryptically she'd asked me not to pee or drink anything before arriving. That was fine with me, I didn't need to go.

    Sitting in his consulting room I was surprised I felt nervous when I saw the Doctor's grave face, but tried to hide it. He had a diagnosis and was here to make me better I told myself. I could handle that.

    "So what is it doctor?" I asked eventually as he was looking forlornly at me.

    He sighed. "You have a very rare condition, so rare I've never seen it before in my whole career. It didn't occur to me to test for it but the lab drew a blank with my requested tests so added one for this. In the meantime the ultrasound showed the same result. Your kidneys are malfunctioning, due to a constriction of the ureters that empty the urine they produce to your bladder. It's called Retroperitoneal Fibrosis. It's potentially dangerous, as it can lead to kidney disease and all the complications that brings."

    I wasn't sure if he was pausing for breath or to let me ask questions, so stayed stum.

    "Its treatable with a minor procedure, under local anaesthetic and using keyhole surgery. Normally we'd work on the ureter from the outside, as the obstruction is caused by fibroids growing near it, but in your case we need to open it up first. It's a bit like angioplasty where a balloon is used to enlarge a blocked blood vessel in the heart. However it's imperative that you don't pee until the operation. We need the pressure in your bladder to back up along the ureters and keep them open otherwise we can't insert the stent."

    I was getting excited now. This sounded good.

    "So I will get better? So when's the appointment Doctor?" I asked.

    He shook his head. "Yes, it's easily treatable but serious if left untreated. I've tried all over the country, the first slot I can get you is Thursday, in Orpington of all places. There's a shortage of the specialists needed. So ridiculous as it sounds you can't pee for the next 44 hours."

    I think he expected me to respond negatively but I couldn't. I just couldn't. "Well my record hold before now is 35 hours so that sounds ok." My grin was clearly disconcerting him as he appeared to ignore what I'd said.

    "We'll admit you to hospital where the staff will help you hold your pee. We'll prescribe drugs to suppress the feelings in your bladder. We'll... Hang on, what did you say?"

    I smiled and nodded, as if to say he'd heard right.

    He went beetroot red. "Are you into watersports?"

    "Well, omorashi to be precise." He looked blank so I went on "The denial of urination for sexual pleasure Doctor." I decided to push my luck. "Have you ever tried it?"

    "That's not of concern here," he muttured. "Holding urine deliberately can be bad for you young lady, it can cause bladder infections amongst other things."

    I interrupted "Check my notes doctor, I've never had a UTI. Could it be the cause of my condition now?"

    He rummaged at his keyboard and then nodded. "Ah yes, so you haven't. But no, various genetic or medication causes are attributed to Retroperitoneal Fibrosis, but peeing too often is more likely to cause this. It doesn't sound like it will be in your case. When did you last pass urine?"

    I told him it was a couple of hours before his secretary's phone call. "So that's what, 5 hours ago?" he asked.

    "Give or take," I nodded.

    "You must need to go by now then." He said it matter of factly, as a statement, not a question. I shook my head which served to fluster him. "Well take this prescription to the pharmacy and start taking the pills immediately. They will help suppress the nerves in your bladder and thus make it easier to hold on to begin with. I'll arrange for an ambulance to pick you up from home at," he checked his watch for the third time since I'd said I hadn't peed for 5 hours, "4 o'clock this afternoon?" I nodded. It would save me the cost of hospital parking. "You'll be admitted to the local hospital for the time being, and transferred sometime on Thursday to Orpington where the Urologist will perform the procedure. I must impress upon you, do not drink anything until you are in hospital and your fluid intake can be measured and controlled, and do not eat any moist foods, especially wet fruits like melon. Both these measures, while unsafe long term, will help avoid you overfilling before the procedure."

    Well that was like a red rag to a bull, and as soon as I got to the pharmacy I bought a 1 litre bottle of water and downed it while waiting for the prescription. I took quadruple the dose of the Oxybutynin pills to spice up my hospital visit, washing them down with another litre of water.

    The ambulance picked me up as arranged, by which time I'd only waited 7 hours, a trifle compared to my daily routine never mind any of my regular big holds. I chatted to the gorgeous paramedic who sat in the back with me, doing my best to boast that after 7 hours I didn't need to pee. He evidently wasn't into holdit but seemed to like my cleavage. I gave him my number as he wheeled me into the ward I'd be on for the next day and a half, and tried to kiss him on the cheek after he'd handed my notes to a nurse and checked I was safely on the bed.

    The nurses were lovely. They seemed very concerned for me that I would be "so uncomfortable" not being able to pee. None of them seemed to understand that being instructed medically not to pee was turning me on. I tried to explain that for a lot of this enforced hold I'd be completely under control and enjoying myself. But they didn't believe me. They just kept saying how badly they had to pee by the end of a busy shift and none of them seemed to like it like I do. However when I mentioned sex with a full bladder they started to take notice. The seven on my ward all formed a pact to try it out that night, by going home with their bladders full after a 12 hour shift and seducing their boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands or whatever.

    The next day 3 reported difficulty orgasming, 3 had loved it and one had enjoyed it so much she hadn't peed afterwards and had instead begged her boyfriend for sex again this morning, when she was so desperate she had no ideas how she was still holding on. But she smiled to her colleagues all gathered round my bed that she had never had sex or an orgasm so intense, and she swore to me then and there to never have sex again without "drinking lots first."

    Meanwhile I'd been holding for 24 hours now and never before found it so easy. My 2 litres of water were definitely in my bladder, it was bulging to prove it, but I barely needed to go. The Oxybutinin was clearly helping. The nurses had never seen anyone so in control of such a full bladder.

    The day passed without incident, in fact it was boring, being allowed only sips of water and dry foods. Well, I suppose one nurse asking me to masturbate her because she admired my fetish and wanted to try it was less boring, but being straight I declined. For now.

    I secretly drank another huge drink when I went to the hospital shop during the evening, but was only just finishing the bottle as I got back to the ward. It was the empty bottle in my bedside bin that gave me away, another 2 litres in and nowhere for it to go! The nurse who found it was the one who'd held for the whole night and she chided me publicly but winked as she left, taking the empty bottle with her to remove the evidence. I saw her later drinking the same size bottle as she did her rounds.

    I was enjoying my fullness and slight sensation of needing to pee as I drifted off to sleep.

    Now I'd woken up on the morning of my operation, 47 hours since my last pee and bloody bursting. The pills had stopped helping and I'd drunk way too much. As I lay writhing on the bed my favourite nurse arrived. I asked if she was off home soon, clutching myself the whole time. It turned out she'd swapped with a colleague and was now doing a double shift. "I haven't peed since starting my evening shift last night, and you know I drank that water. I want to be as good as you at this," she tells me, hopping discreetly from foot to foot. She'd also put her name down to accompany me in the ambulance booked to take me to Orpington.

    I was way beyond my usual hold now, two hours until the operation, half an hour before the ambulance and totally beside myself, really struggling. I told her so. She offered to make me cum, to help, as it had her, but instead I tried gingerly to get out of bed to go and pee some of it out. She hit the alarm button and other nurses from the same shift ran over to restrain me. They knew I enjoyed it and reminded me as much to distract me. In the end I had to be restrained like a mental patient to stop me going to the loo. I never thought I'd be medically prevented from peeing to this extreme. The thought turned me on as much as the physical sensation worried me that I'd leak and wet myself soon. Not something I'd done as a teenager or adult but this felt like I'd have no choice.

    I was kept restrained, with a double dose of the pills, as the ambulance transfer proceeded. I have never been lying down with such bladder strain while being driven along Britain's uneven roads, but in other circumstances I'd recommend it. I'd never been driven under blue lights and sirens because I needed to pee! Right now all I wanted was either to pee or for my boyfriend to penetrate me.

    At Orpington they bumped me up the OR schedule when told of my predicament, and I was given the pre-meds almost upon arrival. Drowsily I asked the nurse accompanying me how she was doing. "Bursting like I never have before but I'm holding it till we can both go home," she said. It was nearly enough to turn me.

    But the surgeon was properly hot. Delirious with desperation and the drugs by now I begged him to satisfy me with my biggest hold inside me, but he declined. Something about medical ethics. He offered to catheterise me while I was still under local anaesthetic but I refused to sign that form. He said doing so might render me incontinent for a few days whereas if I waited till I could pee naturally after theatre it was likely my capacity would be permanently improved as a side effect of the treatment.

    Not being able to feel anything, sedated and with a local, while a doctor stuck instruments inside me to access the ureter, was weird. I could see and touch my distended bladder, which was so big that I couldn't see what the surgeon was doing, but I couldn't feel any sensation of needing to go.

    After the op which apparently was very successful because I had such high pressure in my bladder and ureters, the whole surgical team urged me to pee, so I did try, honestly, but the anaesthetic had locked me up. I asked my tame friendly nurse how long that might last while we waited for an ambulance to take me home. She estimated only 20 minutes, which would be fine under blue light transport but the journey would be a bit longer at London's typical pace.

    Thank the Lord, the same hot ambulance paramedic turned up to collect us, and we chatted on the journey. The nurse told him her situation, and mine. She was squirming constantly, sweating and generally being a right turn on even though I'm straight. It was 11:30 when I felt the first twinge as the drugs wore off, 50.5 hours in. We were in the ambulance in a traffic queue and the sedation rapidly reduced. I knew i couldn't hold it in any longer and told them both. With a look at each other, my gorgeous paramedic held a bed pan beneath me, well, 3 in turn in fact. The nurse, face scrunched up in pain as she heard me pee, told me each one held 2 pints so I estimated that pee at 5 pints. 2.8 litres. She only managed one and a half bed pans, starting as soon as I'd finished. 3 pints was still respectable for a first time measurement I told her, but she was disappointed. What the hot paramedic thought I never found out as we arrived at home soon after. Bugger, to coin a phrase.

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    This meeting was not going as I wanted. My important supplier and her team on the other side of the table was taking the piss with her incessant demands. I'd made far more money from my business interests in the time we'd been in the meeting than we were arguing over or than she would make all year, for that matter. So I was having none of it. Time to take the piss out of her.

    It shouldn't be too difficult, we'd been in the meeting for 4 hours and I thought I'd counted her drink five cups of tea in the first two hours. My PA knew my tactics when meetings didn't go well. I mirrored the 'bladder diplomacy' so famously used by middle eastern government negotiators against western prime ministers and presidents. So while one of my team was counter arguing some point I texted my PA to request a fire alarm drill.

    All the people in the meeting, and many others from the executive floor and all the other floors in my company's office building dutifully tramped down to the ground floor and gathered in groups at our designated rendezvous points. Acting unfazed I tried to continue the meeting and was sure now that my opponent did indeed need to pee. She wasn't exactly fidgeting but her body language was stiff as though she was trying to control it and hide something. One of her team whispered to her and disappeared in the direction of the local coffee shop, presumably to relieve himself. She made no attempt to follow but looked annoyed.

    Mrs Ozwald. Niamh to her friends. Petite, ruthless, charming and gutsy in equal measure, but no match for my intellect, business skills or deep pockets. Her red Celtic hair was one of her better features, in fact physically she had a lot going for her.

    This could be interesting, if she thought maybe I needed to go too (unlikely, I was far too well trained) was she looking for a battle of wills? My wonderful PA appeared, as I'd trained her to do, to offer to go and buy us drinks while we stood outside continuing the discussion. I asked for the largest cup of tea the shop sold, leaving Mrs O no choice but to choose a large Cappuccino. I knew my PA would come back with a small drink for me on some pretext that they'd only had one large take away cup so had opted for the guest over me.

    We continued with the business of the meeting while we waited to be allowed back inside. Mrs O was less rational, less impressive, and losing the argument as time went on. I knew now I had her. Time for the kill, she probably just wanted the meeting to end, so she could relieve her aching bladder. I offered a deal worse for them than we had been edging towards, but with signing right here right now. Her whole team seemed to need to go badly now, though she'd drunk the most of all of them. Between sentences she was now pacing around our group where we stood in the car park, she was obviously unable to hide it or keep still. I hadn't seen a grimace or curtsy yet but it was just a matter of time.

    My PA gave me a subliminal signal and in response to my nod came over, whispering "The team are wasting money now, we need to let them back in." I agreed. Bladder diplomacy wasn't working here.

    Back in the office most of my team and hers used the toilets on the exec floor before we reconvened the meeting. To my shock Niamh didn't. We were alone in the meeting room for a moment. Then she came out with a killer counter argument to my offer. I hadn't seen it coming and to be honest had underestimated her. She was bursting but still wanted to do the deal in her favour even at the expense of holding longer. She looked me in the eye. "Your games won't work with me Stewart. Give me what we're asking for. Its a reasonable price and reasonable margin, and the business case for you stacks up whatever you spend. You like doing business with us and you clearly like sparring with me. Shall we send our teams home if you want me to stick around so we can settle this?" She made a mighty effort to stand still but her knees swayed a little and her bum twitched. I could take her on alone, rising to her implied challenge, and get the deal completed quickly given her supreme desperation.

    I nodded and pushed her. "We'll lock ourselves in here until we're agreed?" She didn't hesitate. Now she was downright impressing me. Her commitment to business over her own comfort or even embarrassment reminded me of me when I was starting my business.

    We sent our teams away, my PA refreshed the drinks in the room and Niamh pointedly poured herself a cup of tea while looking me in the eye. Her pouring hand was shaking but she started to drink it. I had a water.

    For the next hour we had an intellectually stimulating negotiation, sitting across from each other. I swear she had her hand grasping her crotch under the table but I couldn't tell for sure. And it didn't matter, her strong and incessant fidgeting in the swivel chair kept me informed of her growing bladder. But she really was impressing me with her grasp of how my business could benefit from hers, all delivered despite her impressive hold: 5 cups of tea in the first two hours of the meeting, a huge cup of coffee outside in hour five, and another 90 minutes here now with another standard cup of tea.

    I'd made my mind up. I went round to sit next to her, to soften my next statement but also find out if she was holding herself. And yes, her hand slid away as I sat. Her fidgeting increased. I told her that I needed negotiators like her in my business, so I was going to offer to buy hers to get her on my team. Her eyes gleamed. I asked how much the offer needed to be for her to choose to sacrifice her own business and freedom, to work for me.

    She actually gritted her teeth as she replied. Then, thighs clenched together, she stood up and walked to the window, staring out but squirming with her back to me. Her desired figure was inflated above the business's worth but I could afford it and justify it. My reply was simply "Ok. Let's shake on it and go to dinner to celebrate. You can share your negotiating tips with me." We duly shook, and a gentleman's word is his bond in my book so that was that.

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    She did pee before we left, as did I. Over a boozy dinner we laughed, I learnt a few things, as did she, and I was staggered to discover that her winning negotiating technique was learnt from an Arab business school. She turned bladder diplomacy on its head, and found that she could be much clearer headed and persuasive with a full bladder than when comfortable. She said that outside during the fire alarm standing had got the better of her, but sitting again she had got her ability back.

    My driver dropped her home then me. I marvelled at my new recruit's technique, which beat me and impressed me in equal measure. My business gained a lot from her full bladdered negotiations on my behalf from there on, and I must admit occasionally I'd interrupt her meetings at their later stages just to enjoy seeing her squirm. I don't know if she ever knew of my own techniques.

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    This guy, Matthew. He knew I had a crush on him. I have been fantasizing about him for years. He was much older than myself, married, and I adored him. One day he decided to fulfill my fantasy, but wanted something in return.

    I'll let you do whatever you want to me, he said. But before that, you have to obey me all day long.

    No problem! I said. I'd do anything for this guy. What should I do? I asked. You'll see, He replied. I'll meet you at your place tomorrow morning.

    Morning arrived and so did he. I made us some coffee and we chatted, when he asked me for a glass of water. And bring one for yourself as well, he said. Why? I replied. I'm not thirsty...

    Remember? he said. You are supposed to obey me.

    OK then... and I drank that glass of water.

    About an hour later he asked me to drink a glass of water again. and a little while after that, again.

    Please excuse me, I said. I have to go to the bathroom.

    Go then! he said.

    He kept telling me to drink a glass of water about every 30 minutes. I rushed to the bathroom so many times, I can't remember. My kidneys were constantly working. I honestly did not understand why he is doing this to me.

    This routine went on for about 6 hours. Then at about 2pm I needed to run to the bathroom again, when he asked me where I was going.

    Where do you think? I replied. To pee, of course. again! you've been watering me all day!

    Stay here for a while, he said. and I did.

    15 minutes went by, and he brings me another glass of water. Then a cup of tee.

    Let me just quickly go to take a pee, I said.

    Sorry, he says. You can't.

    What? why? I ask in horror. I really have to!

    Because you promised to do whatever I desire, he smiled.

    I looked at him and noticed the bulge in his pants. Oh my god, this man has some kind of a pee f*etish!!! And I can't resist him! Really, I'd do anything for this guy. But right now, ooooo... I just need to pee!

    Then it really started. He kept giving me liquids and asking me to drink it all, and I obeyed. Water, coffee, tea, coke... all went right through my kidneys to my already overfilled bladder.

    I started clenching my muscles and wiggling around, my bladder was throbbing. I became so overly full so quickly! Minute by minute I could feel my bladder stretching, pee rushes through my kidneys in full force. And he kept watering me.

    I... I.. please, I must pee... I pleaded.

    Tell me how it feels, he said.

    But I'm so embarrassed... I answered.

    Please don't be. Please... we'll do anything you want after that, he softly said.

    I so wanted to please him. It feels… it’s powerful… the pressure is so hard… Ahhh... oh god, the pressure, I got to pee, I got to pee so bad!!!!!

    My hand started moving down to hold myself and then I got too embarrassed and pulled my hand back.

    You can hold yourself, he said... and I did. I had no choice, really. I was becoming so desperate. I was clenching and holding myself and constantly moving, and was praying he would finally let me go and pee.

    But he didn't.

    Instead he took my hand and put it over the bulge in his pants. His bulge… I was shocked… and he was rock hard. God... this was too exciting for me! This man's p**n1s... I had so many fantasies about it!!! Ohh and I stroked his member like there’s no tomorrow… I became so wet and wanted more… so excited that for a moment I forgot about my unbelievable desire to pee, and a spurt came out. Ahhh!!! I screamed and grabbed myself. I did not want to w*et myself in front of this gorgeous man!!!

    Take your pants off, he said in a shaking voice. I could tell that he was extremely excited.

    I took them off and stayed in my panties. I started to leak. The pressure was unbelievable. So much pressure, such a fight not to p*ee myself.

    I was breathing hard, clenching my muscles real hard, g*rabbing myself, but it was no use, I kept on leaking like crazy...

    I quickly took my panties off and shoved them between my legs to help press my p*ee hole.

    Matthew!!! I begged. The pressure, it's too much!!! I'm going to p*ee myself, please let me go! now!!!

    No, he says. You can’t go yet. But please tell me again how it feels…

    ohh the pressure... it is... ohhh... I can't tell you... I can't describe it, it is unbearable, it is enormous… I have so much urine in me, it… ahhh… it feels like I’m going to explode, it feels like my body is begging me to let go, Matthew, this is so hard… Matthew, please let me pee now… please… I’m going crazy with the desire to pee… I can’t… there’s no room in my bladder for more…

    I kept on leaking, I wanted so so so so much to just pee, god… it was unbearable.

    So very hard. Oh please dear god, I thought. Please don't let me p*ee myself, please...

    My bladder was huge and rock hard, my muscles were aching. My panties became too wet and then I noticed I am leaking constantly and can't stop it so I removed my panties and shoved my hand in, it was so hard not to give in to the enormous desire to just let go and pee… peeeee.... pee forever…... peeee………….

    Please let me go, I whispered. I felt I was going insane. Please, you don't understand, this is too much... I’m bursting… I’m bursting, Matthew. Please let me pee…

    Soon, he said. But not yet. He was rubbing his magnificent c*0*ck through his pants and was panting. He was so excited from my predicament! But I couldn't enjoy his excitement any more. Nothing existed except for my insane need to let go. I was leaking so badly. The pressure was so hard. I could feel my kidneys still working, sending more and more urine to my aching exploding hard bladder.

    Then my bladder contracted.

    I stopped breathing and held my p*ee hole crazy hard. It contracted again. My body was desperately trying to initiate urination. Ahhh… I moaned and h*eld myself and tried very very hard to stop the leaking but it was no use. Impossible. It was such a fight. My body trying to force the urine out of me, and I resist. I was shaking hard. I was sweating. The pressure was enormous.

    Maybe I should just let go... ohhhh letting go... the relief I'd feel!!! But I can’t. I must wait until he lets me… ohhh why doesn’t he let me go already…… I can’t take this pressure anymore…

    Another contraction in my bladder. Then another one. It was so intense. It was crazy.

    Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh...I was breathing hard… Matthew!!! I can't, Matthew!!! I can't anymore!!! oh Matthew... oh it's coming... oh god, oh god, help... me... Matthew... help me, please... now, Matthew, I’m p*eeing… I’m p*eeing…

    Matthew could see I was at my absolute limit so he quickly put a jug on the floor between my legs. I did not need another invitation. In a matter of a split second the leaking became a stream, and the stream became a flood. I p*eed so hard. I p*eed so long. I p*eed like a horse. After all that leaking. I still p*eed 1.4 liters.

    While I was gaining relief I looked at Matthew. He was breathing hard and was rubbing his wonderful c*0*ck, sweet moans escaping his lips. Then a guttural groan that made me almost climax. My breath was caught in my throat… he was c0 m i n g in his pants.

    Matthew… I whispered. That was… amazing!

    Matthew hugged me and grabbed my wet p**** and kissed me hard. I felt like fainting. What happened next is for another story though…

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    Bro Strider hops out the back of the van and picks up Tavii (girl tavros ) and Nepeta, while Dave hops out of the drivers seat and you take them to the top of your apartment and lock the access door to the roof. " Bro you get the brown blood. I'll get the pretty kitty" Dave barked. Bro sets down nepeta and the walks over to a picnic table on the roof and lays tavii down no it and ties her down. " you know tav I am thirsty." says Bro in a demanding voice, while giving tav a creepy smile. Bro pulls up tavii's shirt and reaches behind her to undo her bra. He slips it off her and pulls out a clear glass. Tav starts to blush as bro grabs her breast and starts to get chocolate milk to come from her and fills the glass. Bro takes a sip, that leaves behind a milk stash, he then put his face right up in Tav's and says "lick it off". Tav does as he said nervously. "Are you thirsty" Bro asked. She shook her head. "Com on now you need to drink" "not that!" screamed Tav. Bro then lifts her head and presses the glass to her lips and starts to make her drink it, she spit it out at him. "Oh your gonna get punished for that, but it will come later" Bro said has he got up and went to fetch something. He co0mes back with a baby bottle full of Tav's milk. " I guess I will have to give it to you this way" He puts the tip of the bottle in her mouth and she starts drinking the milk. Once she is done Bro unties her and puts her over his knee and pulls down her pants showing her light brown panties with the sign of the Taurus on the butt. Bro starts spanking her as she cries out. Bro spanks her till her bum is a brownish orange. He pulls up her pants "now did you learn your lesson?" "yes sir" She mumbles "good " Bro says cheerfully as he puts a leash around her neck and put her bra back on her. " Tav do you need to pee" "yes were can I go". A smile makes its way across Bro's face "Any were" "But I can't just pee on a roof" "then hold it. oh and are you hungry" "ya" Bro tie the leash on to a lead pipe and goes down stairs to get some food. He comes back up with popcorn and a rootbear faygo and hands it to tav. Tav easts all of it and drinks the faygo. "all done then come on. He leads Tav down stairs to his room and locks the door behind him and undoes the leash on Tav. "thanks Bro" "welcome" A spider drops down on top of Tav's nose and she starts flipping out. "calm down tav" She still is flipping out, she killed the spider the second it landed on her. Bro grabs Tav from behind and presses down on her bladder and she lets out a spurt of pee. "you clamed down now " "yes and I really need to pee now like really bad" Tav starts doing the pee pee dance. "well don't think about it think about water falls" "not helping" "try thinking about a river flowing rapidly" Tav starts peeing her pants while Bro stands and watches as she soaks her pants. A large puddle forms under her feet and then dribbles down to a stop as Bro starts pulling down her pants to revile her wet panties were good sized a wet patch has formed on her bum.

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    “Hello,” the woman said, “My name is Adena.”

    Beth said nothing.

    “Oh right, you probably can’t speak until spoken too. What is your name?”

    “Beth, Mistress.”

    “Nice to meet you, Beth. Do you want to play?”

    “Yes, I would love to, Mistress!”

    “Perfect, first, let’s make sure you are clean.” Adena gently lifted Beth’s skirt and pulled her panties away from her. She then took the shower nozzle off the wall and rinsed the cum from Beth’s panties and from Beth’s wet pussy. Adena used her deft and narrow fingers to clean the inside of Beth’s pussy as well, and accidently ran her fingertips over Beth’s sensitive clit. Beth jumped and let out a moan.

    “Are you horny?” Adena asked sweetly.

    “Yes, Mistress.”

    “Oh poor honey. Orgasm control doms? Well I can fix that.” Adena started on Beth’s pussy with her fingers, gently rubbing it. Then, once the area was fully clean, she put her face between Beth’s legs and used her tongue to tenderly lick the sub’s soft petals and swollen clit. Beth moaned and whimpered. Adena’s licks became quicker and sharper and so do Beth’s moans. Two fingers were added into Beth’s vagina, and they swirled around the g-spot. Beth cried out and orgasmed, squirting all over Adena’s waiting face.

    “Good girl,” Adena coos, licking the juices from her fingers.

    “Thank you, Mistress!” Beth gasps, as she hits the wall, shaking with aftershocks.

    “You’re welcome. Now, it is my turn. On your knees, please.”

    Beth eagerly got on her knees, ready for the pussy she was about to receive. Adena pulled her short shorts and panties aside and revealed her waiting and soaking wet pussy. Beth kissed Adena’s thighs, starting up one side and down the other, going just over Adena’s hot pussy, teasing her. On the way back, she kissed around Adena’s cunt, and licked the sides of it. Adena moaned with impatient excitement. Beth then dove right in, and started to lick Adena roughly. Adena gasped with the sudden pleasure and held Beth’s face between her legs. Beth sucked on her clit and stuck her long tongue into Adena’s waiting hole. It did not take much to make her cum. Beth kept licking as she heard her Mistress shriek with pleasure, and then Adena exploded, not with cum, but piss. Adena let go of her short shorts and panties and pissed all over Beth through them with fire hose force, coating the sub in warm golden showers. Beth leaned back and let the piss caress her soaked body, and she got horny all over again.

    When Adena finished, the last few drops hitting the bathroom floor, she asked, “Do you have to go, Beth?”

    “Yes, Mistress.”

    “Good.” She lay down on the floor of the stall, and pulled Beth down onto her torso. “Piss on me, all over me.”

    Beth smiled and let go. She had not realized how badly she had to go until she let go and the torrent was released. She pissed through her panties onto Adena’s clothes, tits, and tummy. As Beth was running out, Adena pulled Beth over to her head and let Beth piss onto her face. She licked Beth to another heavenly orgasm as Beth finished wetting on her, and let her go.

    “You are a good, slut, aren’t you?” Adena said as she stood up.

    Beth sat on the floor and recovered from her third orgasm of the day. “Thank you, Mistress,” she replied shakily.

    Adena pulled the shower nozzle off the wall and rinsed off Beth, and Beth rinsed off Adena. They brought each other to orgasm one more time, before Adena took her leave.

    Beth lay on the ground, curled up in an orgasming ball, and waited for the next person.

    She was fully recovered from orgasm when the next customer arrived. Or customers. A group of 5 men all walked into her stall, all of varying size and stature, and closed the door behind them. All of them made a circle around her, pulled out their cocks, pointed them at her, and started masturbating. All of them came in rock hard and ready to cum.

    The one directly in front of her came first, and the rest came right after. She was soon coated in semen, and the used their cocks to rub it into her clothes and body. They left their cocks against her body and started wetting, all at once, and she felt the five individual streams cascade down her body.

    She leaned back and relished it. There was no regret here.

    When the last cock stopped wetting, they left one by one, except the last who rinsed her off quickly before leaving as well.

    She was alone for another few minutes before her Master came back. “Did you have fun?” he asked.

    “Oh, yes sir, I did!”

    He slapped her with the back of his hand. “That’s too fucking bad, it was supposed to be punishment, bitch,” he growled. He untied her and dragged her from the room. “Now I have to show you real punishment,” he hissed.

  5. Hermione in peril

    It was 11:00 p.m. when Hermione realizes the time. She had been studyng that friday until night she was well known for all in the library, for that reason Mrs. Prince let her stays inside after the time to close. Two hours ago Mrs. Prince had told her “Time to close mrs. Granger”

    Hermione remembered herself saying “Just giveme ten minutes, please”

    The old libraryan knows what exactly means when Mrs. Granger use to ask for ten more minutes, in measns at least 45 minutes.

    -I am tired Mrs. Granger, I like to go to rest... but if you promise to close propertly whe you leave the library I can let you to stay here-

    -Sure Mrs. Prince I will, thank you- Answered the girl.

    The old woman left the hall echoing with her shoes.

    “Wow! I didn´t noticed the time!” She thougths, “Well, I supouse its better go to the bed” In the moment she stands up she realizes se had to go to the toilet, the pressure in her abdomen wasn´t so bad still, then she can take it easy until arrives to the comon halls of grifindor, it was not the first time, Hermione Granger use to igtnore the need to pee or to poop when she studies some topic of interest to her, in four ocasions she had about to wets her panties, one more she was about to messing herself and one more she had already started to dripping on her underwear before to reach the ladies room during the three years she had been living in Howards.

    She left the books in the pile indicated for the libraryan and left the hall, by the night, without students the castle seems frightful, she just had left the library when the sound of a known voice reached her from the next corridor, inmediatelly she identifies the owner, it was Draco Malfoy´s voice.

    His voice cames louder and louder, he was about to find her face to face soon, it wasn´t good at all, he was an unpleasent person to her, that she decides to hide behind an old armour and wait until Malfoy´s get lost in the dark corridor to Slytherin common halls.

    Quickly Hermione hide between the wall and the heavy armour just one instant before Draco appeared he was alone obviously angry talking with no one but himself.

    -Stupid Potter, if the dark lord weren´t so interested on him my father never askme to do this- in that moment, Hermione realizes he had a big long bag in one hand and small backpack in the other.

    “What was that?” She wonder, “Maybe its an magic artifact to hurt Harry, or another cursed objects” or just an muggle weapon, as a halfblood witch, she knows everything of both worlds, and the long black bag could be a riffle, but she discarted that option almost inmediatelly “No, that can not be, Malfoy nevers use muggle objects” “Anyway its better to investigate... just in case...” she thought and started to follow the young boy in silence.

    He keeps mourmouring indisctintly by the corridor, Hermione was trying not to make noise but her shoes and the high walls makes it dificult for her, she gets afraid to be listen when Malfoys suddenly stopped, Hermione´s Heart was beating like a drumb in that moment, but he keeps walking after a few seconds and turn to the left in the corner.

    Hermione lets herself to breath for a moment after keeps following Malfoys, she reached the corner and turn to the left wondering why Draco´s has get quiet when a sudden yellow ray from Malfoy´s wand reaches her at the same time the boy says -Petrificus Parcialis-

    She was taken by surprise and only had could move her hands at the half way to protect her face lefting her standing in a protective pose with both legs separeted, she couldn´t move any part of her body but her head.

    -Wh... what you did to me, Malfoy?!- She asked with a mixture of fear and anger in her voice.

    -Well, well, what is this?- says the slytherin boy sarcastly -Do you know that you don´t have to mind in the bussines of others, mudblood?

    Hermione gets more angry for that coment -What kind of enchantment is this?-

    -Oh! Calm down halfblood, it is the “petrificus parcialis” all your body is petrified except your head, it was used for interrogation by the Aurors, I supouse a nerdy girl like you should know that-

    She had to accept she didn´t know it.

    -The efect is temporal, it use to last twelve hours more or less, it will show you not to spy me, you stupid-

    -I wasn´t spying- lied the girl -I just left the library late when hear your voice, you try to do something bad to Harry- She explied -I just trying to find out what is in the bag and the backpack to prevent him-

    -Oh! In other words you weren´t spying, you were sneaking around-

    Hermione has not answer -Well, see you- says Malfoy and pick up her stuff

    -You bastard can not let me here like this! Come back right now you coward!- Says fourios the girl

    Malfoy´s never accept to anybody calls him a coward and for sure he won´t accept it from “that” girl.

    He turns to her and gives a vicious smile -Ok, as you wish...- and left the bags in the floor

    -Wh... what are yu doing?!- Ask in panic the young grifindor gal when Dracos aproaches to her and picked her up over his shoulder.

    He carries her whitout care of the protest of the girl

    -Let me down! where are you taking me?! You idiot!-

    Draco was getting upset for the protests of the girl -Be quiet Hermie- he says spanking her softly and lefting his hand over her ass.

    -WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU PERVERT?!- Claims the girl when noticed the hand of Malfoy over her but

    -Calm down, you don´t wanna fall, do you?- he says

    In that moment the pressure of the Draco´s shoulder in her tummy was increassing the urge to pee on Hermione, but she can not say it, NOT TO HIM! She only can do her best to prevent the potential accident in her panties.

    She close her eyes in a valiant efort to evitate her uretra open the gates of her urine.

    Finally when her blader was about to surrender to the pressure Malfoy stopped and put her down. He left her standind in the middle of the common dinning room.

    He was exhausted by the effort -Axio Backpack, Axio Bag- he says moving his wand in the air. After a seconds the stuff he had left in the corridor appeared floating in the air until stop in front of his owner.

    -Do you want to know what is in the bags, didn´t you?- Malfoy says opening the long bag and extracting a tripod, after that he open the small backpack and reveals an old fashion magic camera. That ones used for the wizards to take moving pictures.

    Hermione look at him not understanding -Why do you want that for?-

    -My father says the dark lord want to know all the movements of Potter, if I take a register of that maybe get his favors to our family...- He explained to her.

    -...but I supouse he doesn´t mind if I use it for myself a bit too- he smiled

    -What do you mean?- asked the girl fearing the answer

    -Well, I´m going to teach you why you do not mind in my bussines- says approaching the helpless chic.

    -NO WAIT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!- Screams in panic the poor Hermione when she noticed he has starting to try to remove her skirt.

    -HE HE HE, I told you, I´m going to show you a lesson, don´t worry I am not going to rape you, I do not like the half blood girls anyway- Tells the boy finishing to tearing her skirt completely from up to down expossing the helpless Hermione .

    The girl underwear was white with skyblue lines and a pink ribbon in the front part. Hermione´s face turned to a red color.

    -Why you did that to me?- She asked in panic. As an answer Malfoy turn to see the camera.

    -Well, lets take a photographic session of a mudblood- He laught and the camera flash start to shoot at first the scared face of Hermione but after he starts to take pictures of her but and her pubic area, making close ups to her panties.

    -STOP! PLEASE! NO MORE!- Was beging the grifindo´s girl

    After several minutes of this humiliation Malfoy finished and sat in one seat of the common dinning room.

    -Well I supouse you have learn the lesson mudblood, aren´t you?- he told her in satisfaction

    Hermione was criying more of frustration and anger than shame.

    -Ok I will left you here until tomorrow, when the students come for breakfast they will find you like this- He stands up and begin to put the camera inside of the backpack.

    -NO! WAIT YOU CAN NOT DO THAT TO ME!- Screams the poor girl.

    -Yes I can- aswered the boy -The enchantment will last at least until noonday-

    -No, please...- started Hermione, the idea of all the students of the school arriving to the common dinning room and watched her in her underwear was really bad, but nothing compared to the idea of all the studenst arriving to the common dinning room and watched her in her WET underwear, or worst, she started to feel the urgency to poop now too.

    -...please don´t leave me here like this, I beg you- she said, somethin in her voice makes Draco suspect there were something else, somthing she had not said yet.

    -Why not?- he started at her

    -Because...- she was not sure about to tell him, but if she didn´t she was sure of something, she was going to pee and maybe to shit her panties right there, and she can not tolerate the idea of all of her partners waching her whitout skirt and in her dirty panties.

    -Well? Why not, mudblood?-

    -... because... I... I have to go to the toilet- she said and her face turns to a red color again.

    -And what?- asked him, he was enjoying the moment.

    -I... am... not sure if I can hold it until tomorrow...- was her answer and tears run through her face again, this time wasn´t for anger, she was feeling defeated.

    -Well you have to said that before- told her malfoy with a comprensive voice.

    For a moment Hermione breath in relief, but then Draco start to open the backpack again

    -Wait... what are you doing now?-

    -Well if you are going to wet your panties, that is a picture I can not miss- Laugh Malfoy

    -WHAT?! LET ME GO YOU PERVERT!- Hermione tries to move her body without results

    Malfoy finished to put the camera ready to take the pictures of Hermione wetting her panties and take a sit.

    -Let me go please, don´t do this to me- she pleaded.

    Malfoy start to laugh again -You can beg all you want, tomorrow in the morning all in the school will see you here in your wet panties, and I don´t know, maybe I decide to print the pictures and spread them to all students-

    Hermione at least lost all the will she had still and began to cry.

    -Come on, come on, it is not a big deal- said Malfoy, a girl like you never should be studying here.

    Hermione knows what he tries to say but she didn´t care anymore, she was using all here efforts to prevent the pee escapes from her body. The time hour by hour has making worst to the poor girl to hold on the pressure insides her, she was tired. To bite her lower lip and close her eyes from time to time was the only thing she can do to contain herself, luckly Malfoy has fall in a deep sleep and he doesn´t noticed the predicament in her face.

    Drops of sweat appeared in the forehead of Hermione, and she was wishing to can cross her legs to help her urethra, she started to cry softly again.

    There were almost six o´clock when she explode again in rage -LET... ME... GO... NOW!-

    Malfoy almost fall of the chair for the surprise, but inmediatelly recover himself -Or what?-

    -Let me go Malfoy, this is not funny, I have to go now, please!-

    Malfoy look at the watch in the wall and tells in a serious voice -In one hour more or less the students will come and i don´t want to lost this oportunity- He takes the camera and apraches to Hermione to make a close up her panties.

    Hermione starts to say something but stops when she feel the hand of Draco pressuring her belly

    -What..? NO! PLEASE NOT THAT!-

    -He, he, he! Come on, I know you can´t wait any longer, just do it-

    -No please don´t make me pee myself- she pleaded

    Hermione feels how her urethra open just a moment one drop of pee reaches the fabric of her underwear, then another and another, she was loosing the fight.

    -Stop, I´m beggin you- Malfoy doesn´t stop, he was occupied taking pictures of her panties waiting for a wet patch and a yellow puddle.

    He pressed more and Hermione couldn´t stop the pee this time, a rush hot pee lines runs down her inner legs a great yellow patch appeared and grow in her panties a puddle start to grow in the floor.

    Hermione was crying as never in all her life before -Why you did this to me? sob-

    Malfoy didn´t answer, he was taking pictures from the front side of her underwear, from her face, from the puddle, and her wet ass.

    The pee has made a bit transparent the fabric of Hermione´s panties let him to watch a bit her pubic area, and Malfoy couldn´t apart his eyes from this part of her body.

    -STOP WATCHING ME PERVERT!- She order – YOU DO WHAT YOU WANTED, NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!- She can not support the idea of him looking at her in this situation, no more.

    -I change my mind...- He said in almost a wisper.

    -What do you want now?!- She asked.

    -I am going to remove those panties, you may catch a flu- he smiled at her.

    -What?! No please!- She was really afraid this time, it was getting worse and worse, he was about to... to...

    The hands of Draco reaches the hips of hermione, his finger take the soft fabric of her underwear, she order, and begged him to stop, but before he starts to remove her panties a voice came from the other side of the long dinning room.

    It was Peves floatting in the entrance

    -What do we have here? Two students doing dirtty things- he says aproaching slowly - It is not allowed to be in the castle at this hour-

    -HELP ME PEVES! PLEASE!- Scream Hermione

    Draco doesn´t wait the answer of the creature, runs away camera in hand and covering his face.

    Hermione breath in relief when she looks Draco gets lost in the exit of the right side.

    -Well, well, it looks like you peed your panties- said Peves, in that moment she realizes Peves may be worst than Malfoy in many ways, but at least he doesn´t hates her like Draco.

    -He... he make pee myself- she answered blushing again

    -Oh! I see, you are under a spell- he said laughing -Well, was my pleasure to rescue you- and he does a reverence, after that he start to float out the room.

    -No! Wait please, Peves- Hermione starts again -You... you can not left me here like this-

    -Why not?-

    -If you do it, everybody will watch me,m please you have to help me!- asked the girl

    -It is not my bussines, I have better things to do-

    -Please Peves, I need your help, I´l do everything you want, please I have to poop, and I can´t hold it anymore, if you don´t help me everybody will watch me not only in my wet panties, I will shit myself anymoment now.

    -Well... let me think it for a bit...- said Peves -...Maybe I´ll help you... maybe not... and you say you will do anything I want...-

    To be continued...

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    Bethany had always had a little problem with managing the toilet. At 22, petite, with red hair and a slim figure, she was no closer to being potty-trained than when she had been a little girl. And it wasn’t that she was stupid: no. She could have learnt to control her bladder at any time she wanted, But where would the fun in that be? Where was the fun in using the porcelain potty for peeing in, like a boring person? Life was far, far more exciting with an element of unpredictability: you never knew when the urge was going to strike – in the cinema, in the car, at work, in the kitchen – or even sitting in her boyfriend’s lap! No, Bethany was just fine, thank you, and liked her life exactly the way it was.

    So imagine her shock the day she came home to find her boyfriend waiting for her behind the front door. He was standing tall, all six foot two of him, and he looked absolutely gorgeous. She felt a little wetness form between her legs. But what was this? He looked so… stern. She cocked her head at him, and smiled her most winning smile:

    ‘What is it, sweetheart?’

    He didn’t smile back at her. Instead he said: ‘On your knees, Beth.’

    She looked around. There was nothing soft to kneel on except the small blue doormat. She knelt down. Her pretty dress was going to get so rumpled sitting like this. It settled over the backs of her bare legs, and she could feel the cold air of the hallways against her little cotton knickers. She did hope this wasn’t going to take long… she was beginning to feel the stirrings of her bladder. She’d had three cups of tea at work, and forgotten to go to the loo before driving home. Silly girl. It was catching up with her now, though, but she didn’t dare wriggle under his fierce gaze.

    ‘You’ve had one too many accidents around here recently, young lady.’

    She wondered which ones he was referring to… she’d woken up in the night two nights ago, her bladder swollen and heavy. She’d wanted to wet herself in bed. She’d wanted to soak the cotton, feel a puddle under her bottom… but her boyfriend had an important meeting the next day. She hadn’t wanted to wake him in case he was cross instead of turned on.

    Instead, she had slipped out of the bed and had slid the bottom drawer of the chest of drawers open. It was full of her boyfriend’s underwear, all neatly folded and arranged by colour. It was so pretty!

    She had squatted beside it, feeling he weight of her urgency pushing down, sending tingles of arousal up her spine. She wanted to mess up his drawer. She wanted to mess that drawer up so badly! She wanted to wet herself, piss her knickers sitting in the drawer, rubbing her soaking wet crotch over all his nice clean things! S

    he slipped the drawer loose from the chest, and positioned it on the carpet. Straddling it, she had lowered her crotch right in so that her little pussy was up tight against the clean cotton. She slipped one hand down into the front of her knickers. God she was wet. Her fingers slid through her thick arousal, and she could feel her clit throbbing. She was panting with excitement, breath coming fast and shallow. God she felt naughty, wetting her little knickers in the middle of the night, all over his nice clean clothes.

    She rubbed one finger over her little pee-hole, teasing herself, and then – suddenly- it came. God, she had been desperate. And there it was, a hot river, spilling over her finger and into her thin cotton knickers. The heat of it, and the naughtiness, were extraordinary, made her grind forward against a pile of his pants.

    Oh, god, the stream was hard. She couldn’t stop – not even if she’d wanted to, releasing a hissing stream that soaked her knickers instantly and flowed out, all over his pants. She was ruining them, utterly soaking them with her stream, wetting all over them as if the didn’t know any better.

    She had rubbed up hard against them, fucking herself against the sodden cotton. There was a thin stream of pee still running out from her knickers, and when she came, she pushed down hard enough to let the last of it out in a forceful spurt. She came so hard she saw stars, and then crawled back into bed, leaving her wet knickers in the drawer, and drying off her little damp pussy against the sheets.

    Perhaps that was what he had meant? He had been very cross. She felt her tummy go hot and fizzy at the memory of it.

    He went on: ‘the only way to teach you a lesson is by regulating where you pee.’

    No. She thought. Not toilets. Not boring, impersonal bathrooms? She wouldn’t do it.

    He must have seen her crestfallen expression, because he bent toward her, lifting her chin up with his finger.

    ‘Now, Bethie, when would I ever do anything horrid to you? This is a nice thing!’

    Then, from behind his back, he pulled out a little sparkly… necklace? No, it wasn’t. It was soft and round and…

    It was a kitty collar.

    She smiled up at him. He was going to…? No, she couldn’t work it out.

    ‘See, Bethie? You’re going to be my little kitty, if you want to be. And you know where little kitties do their naughty business, don’t you?’

    She shook her head. She had no idea – outside? No, he surely wasn’t going to make her go outside every single time… she had to go pee so often!

    ‘Well, sweetheart, they do their naughty business in…. let me show you.’

    He took her by the hand and made her crawl down the hallway, into the living room. The crawling made her bladder wobble, made her whimper in desperation, but he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, he pushed open the living room door and showed her…

    It was a kitty litter box. A blue, shallow box, large enough for her to go on all fours, filled up with grey cat litter. Beside it, stacked up, were four or five others – enough, she worked out, for nearly every room in the house.

    ‘Oh, Ian’, she breathed. They were so perfect. Naughty, and public, and humiliating, but just for her, and provided with love, and the perfect answer to her need to let herself go wherever she was.

    ‘I love you so, so much’. She felt totally overwhelmed, as if she was about to cry – as if she was about to wet herself.

    He came toward her and she pressed up against him. From her kneeling position her head was level with his cock. When she rubbed her face against him, too overwhelmed to speak, she realized; he was rock hard, throbbing in his pants.

    He held the back of her head, letting little wet tears prick through the material of his trousers so that he could feel the salty wetness against the tip of his cock. With his other hand, he gentle moved her long red hair so he could slip the collar round her neck, adjusting it loosely into place. He stepped back to get a look at her.

    Beth looked exquisite: tear-stained but smiling, naughty but vulnerable looking, totally overwhelmed by his gift. She was also… squirming?

    ‘Beth, baby, does someone need to use their new little litter tray?’

    She paused, as if thinking about it, bunching her dress in her hands. Then she looked at him, and nodded.

    ‘I want to go pee-pee’, she said.

    He smiled. He was used to it, the way big-girl language often seemed to leave her when she was desperate.

    ‘Would you like to use your new pee-pee place?’

    She smiled and nodded, her cheeks pinking in embarrassment. He felt his cock twitch. He couldn’t wait to see her kneel over it, make the litter wet and filthy with her piss.

    She pulled her dress up and crawled toward the litter tray. He was expecting her to crawl onto it, to kneel on all fours and pull down her knickers, but she didn’t. Instead, she kept her pink lacy knickers on, and plonked her bottom down in the middle of the tray, splaying her legs out in a ‘v’, bunching her dress up out of the way.

    She was facing him, eyes big and wide, showing him her pink pussy beneath the lacy knickers.

    ‘I’m going to go wee-wee’, she breathed. ‘I’m going to wet myself like a little kitty, and make a big sticky puddle.’

    He was palming his cock through his jeans, desperate to take it out and stroke himself, but knowing he wanted to wait until he could sink it into her.

    ‘Do you feel naughty, baby, all exposed like that? All naked and bare and about to go in your knickers?’

    She bit her lower lip and blushed brilliant red.

    ‘Oh’, she squirmed. ‘Its coming, please, its running down into my pee-place, I am going to go in my kitty-potty.’

    And then he saw it. The pee suddenly started its glossy trickle out of her, hissing and spilling through the lacy knickers, soaking the gusset until they were see-through.

    Then, obscenely, the stream hit the kitty litter. It pooled on the top for a second, creating a puddle that spread from her pussy to her knees, and then suddenly, it started to soak in. The grey littler grew dark and soft.

    ‘I’m making a pee-pee cushion!’ she said, happily, rubbing up and down her soaking knickers.

    He couldn’t bare it any longer. Suddenly he stood, unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them round his knees. His cock was rock hard, red and weeping. Bethie looked at it, smiling, her fingers rubbing faster through her stream of pee.

    ‘Little kitty’, he said to her. ‘On your hands and knees, now.’

    ‘In my litter tray?’ She asked,. ‘That’s naughty.’

    ‘Yes’, he said. ‘Go on, I’m going to put my big cock inside your little pussy, kitty, whilst you wet yourself into your tray.’

    She let out a little mewling noise and knelt. As she moved, she dirtied the hem of her pretty dress with drips of pee.

    Coming up behind her, he slipped her dress up over her bottom, until his face was close to her lacy knickers. They smelt divine, of her naughty piss, and he ran his finger over them, to make her squirm. Then, he shoved them out of the way, exposing her pretty, dripping pussy, sparkly with pee.

    ‘Kitty, do you have any more pee-pee left?’ He asked.

    ‘Yes, I still want to go, so badly’ she panted, pushing her little naked cunt toward him.

    He guided himself into her in one, long stroke. She felt exquisite, the wet heat enveloping him.

    ‘Keep going, Bethie. Let your piss run down your legs into your tray like a good girl, whilst I fuck you.’

    ‘Oh, god’, she said as he started to move: long, deep strokes inside her. ‘Oh, my pee-pee feels so hot running down my legs, and you feel so big, oh, please, please.’

    He fucked her harder, looking down at her piss bouncing off the kitty litter, at her knees all grubby with it. He knew he wasn’t going to last and with one final stroke, he emptied his balls deep inside her, filling her up with cum. It made her squeal, the heat and force of it, and it made her pee spray everywhere.

    When he pulled out, he looked at his filthy little kitty, piss and cum running down her thights. ‘Would you like to cum, princess?’

    She nodded, still kneeling in the litter tray. He eased her out until she was lying on the living room carpet.

    ‘Good kitty’, he whispered, lying close to her, reaching under her knickers to find her swollen clit. ‘You can finish your pee-pee on the carpet if you want to. I know how much you like that. You’ve been so good.’

    As he touched her, she started to piss again, legs open, wild abandon, letting her stream dirty the cream carpet.

    ‘You’re a dirty kitty, aren’t you?’. he whispered sweetly to her as he touched her, ‘all slippery with your own pee-pee, and my filthy cum in your hole. You know what I think?’ She shook her head, her whole body taut and close to orgasm.

    ‘I think next time, sweetie, I might join you in your litter tray.’

    She looked at him, wild-eyed as if she hadn’t understood.

    'Would you like that? Would you like to squat over your litter tray in front of me, and…’ He bent down to whisper close to her ear, ‘would you like to expose your pretty cock for me, and start peeing, and have me cover you in my piss while you’re doing it for me, darling?’

    As he said it, he felt her cum under him, long and hard and desperate. She was shaking and filthy, her whole body spasming with the filthiness of it.

    He looked at her, soiled and spent on the floor. This was going to be very, very good fun.

    [To be continued….]

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    (Just saying this before you read that this specific chapter doesn't have much omo in it... just mainly explaining backstory, you may still read if you like.)

    The road was long and hard up the rocky path...

    The group of three traveled up a great mountain, basking in the clean, fresh air.

    Naniko walked in the front, Goken behind her, and Jiriyuu following. The winds grew stronger, and the sun shined on Naniko's hair, causing it to reflect back the light onto the two warriors' eyes. The reflecting stopped, however, when Naniko looked back at Goken and began speaking to him as they walked...

    "So, Goken... please tell me more about you," she spoke.

    Goken let out a smile, and said "Me? I've not much to tell about myself, only a mere Ronin."

    Jiriyuu rushed in front of Goken as he heard that, and gave off a rather quizzical look at him...

    "So... what do you have to get out of the way? Errands? Unfinished business? Or are you just looking for a good spot?" Jiriyuu asked.

    Goken looked back at his blue-haired companion(?) with a confused look.

    "What are you talking about?" Goken asked back.

    Jiriyuu's face became slightly more serious, but not by much.

    "Well... if you're a Ronin, that must mean you had a Damiyo at one point, right?" Jiriyuu continued.

    "Well yeah, he's been dead for about two years now... rest his soul." Goken replied.

    Jiriyuu came to a complete halt, causing Goken to bump into him. His face became one of shock.

    "Wait a sec... you mean to tell me that your master has been dead for TWO FUCKING YEARS and you haven't offed yourself yet?!*" Jiriyuu shouted angrily.

    "What do you mean? Goken asked confused, "I was going to do it when he died, but..."

    Goken's mouth was stalled by the look Jiriyuu had once again changed... this time... a horrifying, death-blowing, evil stare... just staring at Goken. Naniko looked at them worried, for she knew that an evil wind was blowing... and boy was she right, for Jiriyuu grabbed his sword, and before Goken could unsheathe his, Jiriyuu thrusted the back of his sheath onto Goken's jaw, causing him to fall to the dirt. He then grabbed Goken by the chest, placed him onto the rocky wall, and started beating him senselessly.

    "YOU DARE BREAK THE CODE OF BUSHIDO?! YOU DON'T EVEN DESERVE TO CALL YOURSELF A WARRIOR! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A PEASANT WITH A STICK! GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON WHY I SHOULDN'T KILL YOU!" Jiriyuu screamed at Goken in a fuming rage as he kept on with his blows. Naniko tried to stop Jiriyuu by yelling at him, but it did nothing, for Jiriyuu was too blinded by anger. Jiriyuu, with his fist hotter than Hell itself, threw Goken back onto the ground. He unsheathed his blade, making the sun's rays glimmer off it's edges, and pointed it back at Goken.

    "Leave now peasant, for if I EVER see your face again I will personally-"

    *SMACK*

    Jiriyuu's threat was interrupted by the sound of Naniko's palm swinging across his cheek.

    "Do NOT hurt him anymore!" Naniko shouted at Jiriyuu.

    Naniko once again rushed to Goken's aid, and assisted him up.

    "Please, I'm so sorry," The priestess told Goken, who's face was severely bloodied and bruised. "I don't understand what's gotten into him lately."

    Goken rested himself by the rocky wall, still catching his breath, while Naniko wiped off his blood. Jiriyuu only looked at him with his cheek glowing a bright red... he wasn't sure what to say, though I can assure you apologies were not what went through his head, only a burning hatred to Goken... a hatred he hoped he could dispel quickly... with a sword.

    "So..." Naniko spoke to Goken awkwardly as she cleaned his face, "How did your master die?"

    Goken took a deep breath and said "Well... ... ... like I said, it was two years ago... I remember being there when it happened. I remember having long walks with him. I'd always stay by his side protecting him...

    ...Funny thing though... that old guy believed he was a psychic."

    "Oh did he now?" Naniko replied.

    "Yup," Goken continued, "and here's the cool part... every prediction he's ever made has always been correct. Usually when he was out on business he'd go alone, but every time he's asked me to go with him, some crazy shit happens: Muggings, ambushes, even assassination attempts... as if he knew they would happen! He knew when trouble came, he knew when one would become wealthy, he knew when the crops would grow and die, Hell... he even knew the exact day when a child was to be born!"

    "Wow!" Naniko spoke astonished, "he sounds like an amazing person."

    "Yeah," Goken continuing his story, he even predicted... the day of his own death...

    He was laying in his bed, deathly ill... no medicine could cure him. I remember... I was going to take my own life right by his bed, for I failed to protect him... I stuck the tang of my blade into my abdomen when my master used the last of his strength to stop me. He actually wanted me not to take my own life, but rather keep it... he had made one last prediction to me..."

    "Keep on living, for I can assure you... there will be another one... another who needs your skills... another who needs you... ... ..." "And then he blew his last breath on me... so staying loyal to him, even in death, I followed his orders to stay alive."

    "... I'm so sorry for your loss," Naniko said with pity.

    "OH COME NOW MISTRESS!" Jiriyuu shouted in an agitated manner, "A psychic daimyo? Do you honestly believe in such fantasies? THIS MAN IS LYING!"

    "I am NOT!" Goken shouted back in oppression, "I even still have the scar from when my master died!" Goken then untied his robes, revealing a small, pink line on his abdomen.

    "Oh please, that could have been from anything!" Jiriyuu shouted back again, "Maybe you don't know how to use a sword, so you jus-

    "Jiriyuu, ENOUGH!" Naniko yelled angrily, "How about we just get back on track, shall we? After all, our destination isn't to far away from here."

    With that in mind, all three continued back up the mountain path...

    ("I hope we get their soon... I'm in urgent need to pee again.") Naniko thought to herself.

    End of Chapter 2

    (*: for those who don't know... when a samurai lost their daimyo it was tradition that the samurai commit hari kari, and stay loyal to their master in death. Those who did not take their lives became Ronin, or a samurai with no master.)

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    ((The plot in this tale takes a backseat and bends to potentially arousing content, and the author prays forgiveness for this indulgence. It is unlikely that I will develop this story any further.))

    Kevan flattened himself against a cargo crate and held his breath as the rhythmic plod of heavy boots passed him by. Gradually, the sound grew quieter, but Kevan still daren’t move. It wasn’t for fear of discovery, though that was certainly a prevailing anxiety. Kevan was holding back far more than a lungful of air, and steadily losing the battle for control over his body. Resisting the fierce urge to manually aid himself in that struggle, he instead brought his fingertips to the canister strapped to his back and brushed the glass cylinder reassuringly. The information contained within would be Escaron’s end; the death of a malign corporate giant. It was vitally important that it reach the right hands in time. The necessity of his task transcended Kevan’s comfort, and soon, he lamented, it would precede his dignity too.

    For this mission, the professional Retriever had been prepared to give his life. Although he had weathered more than his fair share of trials over the course of his career, being trapped in a narrow vent for almost a day with a pressing need to relieve himself was not among his previous experiences. Had the custodian of the data vault not been called away when he had, that diligent employee may have been faced with the curiosity of a sudden leakage in the ventilation shaft. Fortunately for Kevan, the retrieval portion of the job had gone off swiftly and without a hitch. Slipping out of Escalon’s information compound after his success was proving to be leagues more trying, his personal war only complicating matters infinitely more.

    In the thrall of desperation, when dealt a hand of bad options, the mind seeks out the most appealing among them. Presently, Kevan was internally debating the merits of voiding his bladder then and there. His reinforced light-suit was not tailored for this particular dilemma, and its partial removal was a requirement for any relief. He could not risk leaving himself vulnerable, but at least were he to commit his disgrace there, it would not distract him at an inconvenient time. In anticipation of the proposed course of action, his bladder began to spasm violently, intent on forcibly evicting its copious contents. Intertwining his legs, Kevan gripped himself firmly and gasped, taken aback by the sudden severity of his condition.

    Frozen momentarily, Kevan took stock of the situation. He was dry, astonishingly. The overwhelming desire to pee that had seized him a moment ago was now ebbing back into an insistent ache. Gingerly, surveying his surroundings with due caution, he dared to rise and scouted the aisle formed between rows of tall crates in the delivery bay of Escalon’s westernmost warehouse, from which he was determined to make his exit.

    And he needed to make it fast.

    The decision almost forced upon him had pricked his pride, and he would not rendezvous with his superior officer soaked and soiled. Steeling himself, he plunged into the shadows and silently stole his way in the direction he understood the exit to be in. Having studied the blueprints—and their successive revisions—extensively, Kevan was familiar with the layout. The plans did not account for the patrolling patterns of Escaron’s armed security detail, however.

    Hobbled by urgency, he was not as quick as he might have liked to be as he passed from one darkened corner to the next. The frustration of being forced to wait as a pair of guards marched by, on more than one occasion, caused him to bite down on his lip to suppress a whimper.

    He began to bargain, a refuge for those whom hope is fleeing, promising to never test his capacity again as long as he might live if his body would only comply with his demands now. Amidst these inward pleas, he became aware of a solitary figure advancing on his position as he crouched painfully beside a forklift vehicle. Kevan’s breath caught in his chest and lingered there. He daren’t move at the risk of giving himself away, but the tension caused him such anguish that he thought his struggle lost then and there.

    Were he caught, there was no doubt that he would die. Whether he would die in distress or first endure the embarrassment of wetting himself in front of his discoverers was an unanswerable question. Though prepared for failure’s consequences, the Retriever’s terror in that moment almost tipped him over the edge, and he clutched his crotch in the interest of at least dying dry. The patter of fluid would be his end, if heard. The guard paused within scant feet of Kevan and sniffed.

    “Oi,” rumbled a gravelly voice from afar. “What d’you think you’re doing?”

    “I… I’ve got to piss,” the nearer huffed. “Gods, I just can’t do another lap.”

    The sound of a growl of discontent followed the hasty undoing of a zip. Kevan’s eyes snapped wide open in dread. Of all the torture he might have anticipated being subjected to at the hands of Escaron’s security unit, the cruelty of having to watch another man empty his bladder with his own at the point of bursting had gone unthought-of to Kevan. A lump developed in his throat, and he felt tears well.

    “Wait,” barked the further voice. Hope rose in the Retriever’s heart. Surely he’d insist on the other man exercising a little discretion and waiting for a more suitable time and place. “You think my bladder’s made of iron? Move over.”

    Sidling alongside his partner, the apparent elder of the two hurriedly dislodged himself from his trousers and initiated a surging, messy stream. A second glistening arc soon joined the first, and both splashed noisily on the ground but mere feet from Kevan. Despite it all, the Retriever found himself staring, transfixed by the sight. It seemed to go on for minutes, and every drop that fell seemed to echo agonisingly, causing his grossly distended bladder to flinch in sympathetic contractions. Were it not for the sturdy hold he maintained, pinching his urethra closed, a third puddle would be rapidly spreading between his knees.

    Kevan could not think of a time when he had endured such excruciation. He was well beyond desperate, and his every thought was consumed by need. He couldn’t understand why he was not wet, not wetting, forgetting it all and giving in. He wanted to, badly. Nothing would have made him happier in that moment. The blissful groans of his unwitting tormentors made him grind his teeth and bite back a jealous whine. The twin flows began to taper, and the scent of urine greeted his nose, keen and pungent.

    Kevan became aware that the ordeal had concluded, and the guards were returning to their duties, enjoying an emptiness he longed to share. Before the belief that he couldn’t move rooted itself in his mind, he shakily stood. It took every ounce of his willpower, but he climbed to his feet and cast his gaze in the direction he intended to travel in. Now. He needed to move now. The way was clear, and he was certain that just around the next stack of equipment was the exit.

    Every step brought him closer to relief, and knowing this, each step made him want to stop and indulge in it right there. But he was closing in on freedom, and he refused to give up with victory so near at hand. Perhaps he could have been forgiven for his heedless haste, considering his state at the time, when he failed to note the ground tilting beneath his feet. It wasn’t until he slid backwards, tumbled, and rolled down the incline into a dark pit that he realised he’d been had. The ramp rose again once clear of his weight, bumping against the ceiling and submerging him in total darkness.

    For several seconds, he was paralysed. He couldn’t understand how the shock of the fall hadn’t done for him, but his exhausted muscles had weathered it, and he remained dry. Even so, he knew it was the end of the line. It didn’t matter where he was, nor why he was here. He could think of a way out whilst taking a much-needed leak. Tenderly, he rolled over and rose, but he was too full to stand straight. Fumbling, he placed one hand against the wall to steady himself, and diverted all his effort into clamping his urethra closed. The sound of his light armour unzipping banished all semblance of his remaining composure, and he hopped frantically on the spot. So close!

    A firm hand seized his shoulder, spun him bodily, and pinned him with his back against the wall in one unbroken motion.

    “Son of a bitch!” he snarled, his voice breaking in fright and pain.

    “No,” she replied. “The bitch herself.” The form that slammed into Kevan was undoubtedly feminine, but the dark obscured her completely. The incredible pressure she used to restrain him simultaneously forced his muscles to relent and prevented him from voiding, her hip offering the necessary obstacle. It was a cruel limbo.

    Tears poured down his cheeks unbidden. He writhed and squirmed in her grip, panting, breathless, helpless. She was unmoved by it in every sense.

    “I’ve been watching you,” she informed him calmly. “You’re a talented Retriever.” He became aware of her reaching around his back and dislodging the canister he had risked all for. He was slightly more comfortable for its removal, but the loss of it now, here, like this… Kevan sobbed.

    “You must tell me the name of your leader,” she said gently, as though enquiring after the recipe to a relished meal.

    “Please…” he whispered. He was rewarded for his non-compliance by her elbow digging gradually into his gut. The Retriever’s eyes snapped open wide, and he howled in distress. If he had ever received training to withstand torture, all memory of it had flown from his mind in that moment. His bladder was being compressed slowly, but there was nowhere for the pee to escape. He was going to burst quite literally if she didn’t stop.

    “Name.”

    “I d-don’t know!” he stammered through shallow breaths. His trembling knees gave way beneath him, but he was not even permitted to fall. The pressure eased for a heartbeat.

    “Unfortunate,” she sighed. As she shifted her hand to resume her coercion, Kevan caught her wrist. He couldn’t stop her, but he needed her attention, and didn’t trust his cracking voice.

    “I really don’t know,” he said between gasps. “I’ve g-got no idea, I swear. Th-They wouldn’t t-tell a field agent in case something… something like…”

    “Something like this happened? In case a professional got caught short, his own poor judgement leaving him at the mercy of the enemy?” She laughed softly. “You weren’t supposed to get caught. You aren’t expendable. Every one of you is valuable and you know it, so I don’t believe you. Let’s try something simpler, though. Your own name.”

    There was a long pause from the Retriever. He shook his head at the end of it, and even in the dark, she seemed to pick up on his movements.

    “Are you sure you can afford to test my patience, pit my will against yours?” She spoke almost tenderly now. “I doubt you could have withstood an interrogation of this nature three hours ago. Now?” She snickered. “In non-figurative terms, you are dying for a piss.”

    The sound of a lid popping open met Kevan’s ears above his own groaning. At first, he suspected that she intended to inspect the contents of his canister, but her intentions became apparent when metal forced its way between his parted lips. His nose was pinched, and cool water hit the back of his throat. Lacking even the strength to protest, he drank, gulping down mouthful after mouthful until at last her canteen was empty. He spluttered and coughed, and wept openly once he caught his breath, his head drooping forwards in defeat.

    He hurt, was sore beyond words. His bladder throbbed, and every muscle that had aided him in his struggle now seemed to be working in concert to bring about relief he would never experience. His torturer didn’t need to lift a finger to deliver him anguish unlike any he’d ever known. She merely needed to hold him there until the litres of water he’d held for far, far too long induced rupture. Right now, that eventuality tasted vaguely welcome. Instead though, she… withdrew. He slumped to the ground, bereft of her support.

    “Congratulations, Kevan.”

    The Retriever gave vent to an ecstatic moan. Compelled by reflex, his hand moved to stem the impending tide, but instead only hovered uncertainly at his waist. This could wait no longer. He was well past his limit. Hesitant squirts, wary of a passageway hitherto closed, soon mounted in force until a full-fledged flood came gushing from between his legs. Unable to move, even to free himself, his armour was soaked in seconds. All he could do was bask in a spreading puddle of his own making, wet from his chest to his ankles. His lips moved on their own accord, murmuring praise to every deity he could think of. He fell silent abruptly when it registered that she had spoken his name, but the hiss of a persistent stream continued.

    “On a job done well. I thought I’d rescue you before you bumbled into the outside patrol. Didn’t expect the cause of your preoccupation to be quite so personal, but it was… interesting to see how you adapted under the conditions I forced upon you,” she remarked, a smile in her voice.

    Kevan’s eyes were beginning to adapt to the blackness, but bliss and lingering tears still clouded his vision. Through them, he perceived her vague outline opening a door on the far side of the room.

    “When you’ve collected yourself, exit via this door. It will lead you to the docks, and from there, the river. You’ll receive payment and new orders tomorrow. I’ll make sure the information you retrieved gets where it needs to go,” she assured him. “You now know who you work for. Don’t disappoint her.”

    The Retriever was left alone, piss still surging out of his rapidly-deflating bladder, to contemplate the conclusion of a mission he was unlikely to forget any time soon. Truth all told, he was looking forward to a swim in the river, which would conveniently wash away all evidence that his employer had just taken pleasure in humiliating him.

    Perhaps it would also help him forget the arousal that realisation stirred within him.

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    Peach slowly walked down the hallway. She could feel the pressure in her bladder growing, but passes a bathroom. She is on her way to meet Mario for a date. She thinks back to the first time she had an accident with Mario.

    It was a night similar to this one. She was on a dinner date with Mario. She had had a meeting before the date and hadn't had the time to slip off to the bathroom during the meeting. The meeting had run late and being the princess she was, decided to skip going to the bathroom as not to be late to her date. She had walked in and was having dinner with Mario. She could feel the pressure building. Eventually, the need to go had been too great to continue to ignore. She had excused herself and went to the bedroom connected to the bathroom.Mario had followed her seeming transfixed by her squirming body. Once in the bedroom she had attempted to take off her hoop skirt under her dress. But the skirt was caught and would not come off. She had asked Mario to help her as she became increasingly desperate to relieve the pressure on her bladder, but Mario had been too enthralled by her desperation to help. As wave after wave had attempted to push their way through her bladder, she had struggled to remove the hoop skirt. More than once she had to hold herself in the crotch to prevent herself from wetting herself. As she just started to free the hoop skirt she felt her bladder let a squirt of urine go into her panties. She immediately crammed her hands into her now wet crotch and squeezed her thighs together as hard as she could. She just managed to stop the flow.

    "I will not wet myself. I am the princess of the mushroom kingdom not some seven year old girl still being potty trained." She thought to herself. Through all of this Mario just stands there staring at her. Peach finally decides that the dress is only hindering her progress. She tears off her dress and the hoop skirt finally falls free. Peach manages to take one step before stopping. She stands there in one of her favorite pairs of pink, cotton panties, a matching pink bra, and pale pink knee high socks. Her body visibly shakes with the exertion of holding back the tremendous amount of urine she holds in her poor, bloated bladder. After a second she crams her hands between her legs, squeezes her thighs together as hard as she could, and turns her back to him. As Mario watches a small wet spot appears between her legs. The wet spot expands despite princess peach`s best efforts and peach let's a small moan of exertion escape her lips. No matter how hard peach tries to hold the urine back it starts to escape. First in small squirts then in a steady stream the urine finally breaks free. The wet spot first expanded to cover the entire bottom of peaches panties than it cascades over her hands to run down her legs and onto the floor. Peach sinks to the floor, still trying desperately to stop the the flow, but the urine continues to flow into her socks and to create a puddle on the floor. Peach breaks into sobs, embarrassed over what she had done. Mario finally breaks his trance and goes over and comforts her.

    "That was a great first date"peach says to herself as she continues walking down the hallway.

    "And to tell the truth I quite enjoyed the feeling of wetting myself" peach admits to herself.

    As peach nears Mario's room a wave hits her and she has to stop for a moment to stop it. Finally she reaches Mario's room. She knocks on his door and waits a few seconds before hearing a call to enter. She enters and Mario gestures to a hard wooden chair sitting in front of him. Today peach wears a pink mini skirt and a white shirt. She also wears tightly fitting white panties to better show any leaks. The pair sit and talk for a while. As they sit peach begins to squirm in her seat. At first the squirming comes in irregular times, but as they talk the squirming comes nonstop.

    Finally peach whispers to Mario "I just leaked a little into my panties, want to see?"

    Mario nods and peach opens her legs just a little to reveal a wet spot centered right over her pussy. As Mario watches another squirt escapes her swollen bladder to enlarge it. Peach gasps and quickly stands up and crams her hands between her legs. She holds that position for a while before sitting back down. The conversation starts back up again.

    "So... how does it feel to wet yourself" Mario asks peach

    "It feels wonderful" peach responds

    "Describe it to me"

    "It starts to get uncomfortable as you begin to need to go. As time progresses and the urge to go builds it gets very scary. You never know when you might leak. But you also start to feel powerful because you are imposing your will on your body. The desperation and embarrassment start to get to you. Your bladder starts to get painfully swollen. Than the waves of desperation come. With each wave your bladder tries to let it go but each unsuccessful wave grants you a moment of relief. Then your first squirt comes. It is the best and worst feeling in the world. The relief you feel is amazing. But you start to panic and come to terms that you may wet yourself. Then as you put your hands between your legs you feel the wetness between them. Now that feeling is one that words cannot describe. Than as the waves become harder to stop and the leaks become more frequent, your crotch becomes wetter and wetter. Then comes the moment of pure happiness and relief, but also despair and embarrassment as your bladder leaks one last time and you can't stop the flow. The longer the time of despair the greater the feelings of happiness and embarrassment. Then comes the super embarrassment as you look down at yourself and realize that you just wet yourself like a little girl and look around to see how many people saw you. That is what it is like."

    "Wow" Mario says in wonder

    As Mario says that peach slides off the chair and onto the floor. She sits on her but with her knees drawn up. Mario goes to peach and gently opens her legs. A series of squirts issue forth before becoming a stream. Mario sits there smiling as peach slowly relieves her bladder onto the floor.

  6. I sit on a bench overlooking a gravestone. The newest addition to the cemetery I sit in. The weather echoes the sadness in the atmosphere. rain falls down almost as if the sky itself is crying over the latest flame to be snuffed out. All happiness has been drained from this world, the monochromatic weather and the equally dark colours of the cemetery stand testament to this. The darkness disturbed by a small collection of colour on this pathway.

    To my left, four girls are standing, three being alive and one being the deceased. The three mourners cry softly at the thought of saying their final farewells to their departed friend. All the other patrons attending this parting wished the departed a safe travel into paradise after the main ceremony finished. I know as I was present at the time, so does the deceased girl know as well. She notices my presence and comes over to sit on the bench next to me,. Her pale, translucent complexion distorting the scene behind her.

    The earlier goodbyes happened before the small coffin was committed into the ground. I have been watching all this time. No one has even noticed my presence, save for the girl on the bench next to me. It is almost as like I, myself, am also no longer of this life That is incorrect, however. I am not alive, nor am I dead. I am a silent observer, setting the wheels of fate and fortune into motion whenever needed. The three left decided it was best to leave their own farewells to now.

    The girls tugs at my sleeve and indicates for me to look to my left. I follow her request.

    The first mourner walks over to the gravestone. She sets a small reef of red tulips at the base of the headstone. Her voice, when she spoke, was distorted by tears, the deceased's name being the most distorted, almost as if she wished it wasn't true.

    "If you could see me now, I don't think you'd even recognise me. I've never acted like this before, not once. You've left me, and your friends. I can't hide myself from the truth, not any more, you wouldn't want me to. Why did it have to be you? You were always so happy and cheerful, despite the situation. No matter what had happened, you'd always find the positive side of it and make it all better. Like now, if you were still here, you'd probably be doing the same, even at your own funeral. We knew how much you hated dark and depressing things, that's why we all decided not to wear black. You'd want some colour to still be in life, some positiveness in this sea of sorrow, despite our protests and the traditions. Please, my you rest in the peace you deserve. You've done enough to be allowed it, that's for sure. I'll make sure I come and visit you often. I'll even come every day if I'm allowed." The first mourner sobbed as she said her goodbyes. She then went back over to the group of colour. One of the other girls comforted her as she cried away.

    After she was sure that the first was calm, the second mourner followed in the footsteps of the last. She placed a small tiara of sunflowers on the top of the headstone. When she said her goodbyes, her voice was much calmer and more clear than the last mourner's, even though she still hesitated a little at saying the name engraved onto the plaque.

    "It's just not the same without you. It's almost as if a hole has been ripped out of our lives. Nothing is the same any more. There is always one empty chair at the dinner table and one plate if untouched food. There is also one untouched third of our room, left just as you had done before. One bed which is still left in the same way it was that morning. Nothing's changed in your section of the room. The books still line the shelves, some open, some closed, as you had left them. Your wardrobe remains untouched in the same organised chaos you liked it in. Your collections stay a they had always been. The only time we disturb any part what was yours is when we dust them off. We miss your smiling face, your care-free attitude and your childlike tendencies, though you would probably hate me for saying that. We miss how you always used to have to rush out of the house on school days with your breakfast toast hanging out of your mouth as we ran to the bus stop just before the bus arrived. In short, we miss you. We miss everything about you. Please, have a nice rest. May all your worries be non-existent. Goodbye." The second mourner said as tears started to streak down her face, she made no intention of wiping them away. She rejoined the other two.

    The third mourner now decided it was her turn to wish the poor girl goodbye. My companion and I watched as she made her way to the headstone. It was clear that she was already crying, despite how she treated the deceased in life. It goes to show that the boundaries between friend and foe are nearly non-existent in this state of affairs. Her farewell will be as sincere as the emotions she is currently expressing. My companion gets up from her seat and walks over to the girl, giving her a small hug. Maybe she knows just how this mourner truly felt about her, despite her actions when the departed was alive. The final mourner placed a huge bouquet of many coloured flowers at the foot of the grave, bringing more light to it before saying her goodbyes. Again, the girl's name was blocked out by tears.

    "I just wanted to say that I am truly sorry for how I treated you. You may not believe me, but I can assure you that I am speaking the truth. When you left us, you made me realise just how badly I had mistreated you, how much pain you must have felt from each of my jealousy outbursts. Maybe if, back in primary school, I wasn't so egotistical and self-centred we could have been really good friends. I respected you, I liked how, despite all the suffering I put you through, you always managed to treat me kindly and smile at me every morning before class started. You treated me like a friend, yet I treated you like the bane of my life. Please, accept my apology. Don't ever let that smile of yours fade. I can't believe how much pain I must have put you through. You never showed it, you always hid it behind that smile of yours. Keep on smiling. Rest in peace, my one true friend..." The final mourner broke down into tears now. The girl by her side just hugged her tighter. To the crying mourner, it probably felt like the cold of the rain was starting to seep through her clothes into her skin. It is such suffering to be an intangible presence in situations where a little kindness and compassion towards old rivals may be needed. The girl kissed her friend on the cheek, a final sign of forgiveness. The girl then stayed by her grave as the mourner joined the previous two and headed away from this pathway. I could hear their crying still.

    My attention returned to my companion. She looked over her grave, the smile on her face which everyone kept referencing. After a short while, she turned to me and beckoned me over silently. I got up from my vantage point and followed her request. Once I reached her, she pointed towards the gravestone. My view followed her finger.

    The gravestone was similar to the rest in the cemetery, except it was made from pure white marble. A menagerie of coloured flowers littered the grave, lighting up this section of the uniform line of cold stone, bring a kind of spectral warmth to it. Beside the grave, a small gold picture frame stood. Inside the frame was a picture of my companion from a time when she was still among the living. The girl had shoulder length ash blonde hair and emerald green eyes. Her smile radiated warmth from the picture, causing me to mimic it. Her finger pointed again to the plaque on the face of the headstone. I read it.

    "Cleo Louise Juniper. August 6th..." The girl placed a hand over the rest of the nameplate, distorting the text beneath it so it was unreadable. I turned my head to her. She looked me in the eyes and shook her head, indicating that she didn't want me to read it. I continued with the rest of the plaque, missing out the rest of the dates listed.

    "A spark of happiness even in the darkest times. Despite her own suffering, she still stayed shining bright. A terrible and unfair loss to her friends and family and society as a whole. May she forever shine bright in the paradise promised to her." The plaque read.

    A feeling I had not felt in years came over me. My eyes started to mist up and tears started to slowly slip down my face. I felt a small hand on my shoulder. I turned to see my companion looking at me. She removed her hand from my shoulder and shook her head. She gestured what she wanted to tell me. She started to rub at her eyes, almost like she was wiping away tears. She stopped after a while and shook her head again. Next, she traced a smile on her face, marking out the same pattern as her most common expression. Afterwards, she nodded her head. I interpreted this as: 'Don't cry, be happy.' I wiped away the tears on my face and placed my own offering onto the gravestone. I placed a single white rose and a white feather at the base of the gravestone near the picture of the deceased. Neither of these two objects moved in the wind, unlike the other offerings to this girl. I stood up, bowed my farewell and watched the girl. She waved me goodbye and walked towards her own grave, disappearing as her spectral body made contact with it. I turned and walked back down the path, disappearing into the mist. My offerings should accelerate her freedom pact. I'll return in three days time to take her to the paradise she belongs in.

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    (Timmy's PoV)

    “What the hell is so importa...” his mouth stopped working as he stared into he violet eyes of Tootie. He didn't even expect her to come, not after what had happened at the movies. Having embarrassed her like that he expected that she wouldn't have wanted anything to do with him anymore. She likes you.... no wait, she loves you, his mind told him. He wasn't sure if he really even trusted his mind anymore, it was like everything else in his life now. He wasn’t entirely sure what could and could not be trusted. Maybe that was because he had spent the last few years locked up in his room, unless he had to go to school. Spent his entire life online, playing this game or that game, and the only real friend he had made turned out to be Tootie, and that was just online.

    “I...” she looked down to the ground, as if she was confused, “You didn't answer any messages or phone calls... I haven't spoken with you since the movies. I, you know, wanted to make sure you were alright.”

    “I'm...” he was what? He was sure he wasn’t alright. But he wasn't sure what was wrong with him. He wanted to be around Tootie, but at the same time he wanted to stay away from her. She made him nervous. Her being close to him was the reason he had an anxiety attack, or well part of the reason. Her being close didn't help much, but it was because of his mind racing about what he should do... about what if she still wanted more from him, something he wasn't able to give. He stopped thinking a moment and looked back into her violet eyes... how long had he been thinking? How long had she been waiting for his response? Each moment that passed, he knew would make it harder to believe if he said he was alright.

    “You're?” she put her hands on her hips, and Timmy knew that that never boded well. He was oblivious to a lot that existed outside of his own home, but he did know movies, and it didn't bode well.

    “I'm... alright...” He started, then was interrupted by Tootie. He should of known it would happen.

    “No... you wasn't alright. You fainted... or something back at the mall. What happened Timmy?” All fair questions, he just wished that he knew how to answer them. He knew what had happened to him, anxiety attack, or panic attack. He'd had them since he was twelve. He wasn't sure why they started, or what caused them. Only that they started right around the time that he noticed something was missing in his life. He'd never had to explain them before, the doctors had explained it to him and his parents. And during the time that he was thinking about it, she just stared at him. It wasn't like it was when she was younger, she was concerned. That was something he wasn't used to seeing in other people... well not towards him anyways. He was the outcast, and the freak.

    “I'm not entirely sure how to explain it, only that... well sometimes, when I get nervous, or something... I get... well like that.” That sounded just as stupid, as it did in his head. Where was his mind when he needed it. Not that it did him much good anyways. When the look on her face told him that she wasn't going to buy that explanation any longer, he decided to think on it a little more and try to make it more clear than he had tried, though not sure how well his mouth would work. “I'm not used to... doing so much outside the house. I thought it would be easy, you know, like when we were younger... Just going out to eat, just the movies... seemed simple. But it was too much and when I... when you were close to me... I... well...”

    “Wait... you mean. You had a panic attack because you were close to me?” She seemed to think a little too long about that after he nodded, sadly that was all he could think to do at the moment. He wondered what she could have been thinking about... then had a good idea when her cheeks started turning red. “So I... made you nervous.”

    “Being there made me nervous... look...” He started. I wouldn't do that if I were you, not if you want to keep her as a friend, his mind, late as always. He was getting tired of this. He never knew what to do... he was always left in the dark until the last moment. Obviously his own mind had picked up that nasty trait. Sometimes he thought he would be better off dead.

    (Short Tootie's PoV)

    “I'm not used to... doing so much outside the house. I thought it would be easy, you know, like when we were younger... Just going out to eat, just the movies... seemed simple. But it was too much and when I... when you were close to me... I... well...” Timmy had said, and her mind took a little bit of time to process that information.

    “Wait... you mean. You had a panic attack because you were close to me?” the thought made her heart skip. He got nervous by just being close to me, she thought, after all these years finally he's noticing me... Then she recalled the night after the movies, it had been unlike Timmy to pull her close like that. Just the thought of being that close to him... he could feel herself blushing. “So I... made you nervous.”

    “Being there made me nervous... look...” He started, then stopped, he looked confused. Like he wasn't sure what he should say. Whatever it was, it didn't sound good. But she'd had her feeling dashed by Timmy numerous times, so she was ready for whatever he was going to say. It didn't matter anymore, she know KNEW that he got nervous around her. Now she knew he liked her, even if he wasn't ready to admit it just yet. “I admit, I'm not used to such a pretty girl being so close...”

    “Oh... I...” Wait! What did he say? Her violet eyes, stared into his blue... and she knew the moment he realized what had come out of his mouth as his eyes widened. He said it, she didn't imagine it. Timmy Turner had just called her pretty. And it wasn't just a dream, couldn't have been just a dream. Timmy was always less nervous around her in her dreams, so this had to be real.

    (Timmy's PoV)

    What did he just say? No... what about Tootie made him think and say things like this? He wasn't sure but it made him really nervous. This wasn't who he was. He was not the kind of person that felt this way, and not about Tootie... then who? Not Trixie anymore, that coldhearted snob wasn't someone he wanted to be around anymore. And right now... looking at Tootie, he couldn't remember what attracted him to Trixie anyways. Yeah she was popular... and she was pretty... but really there was nothing inside that was desirable... not like...

    “I uh... I have stuff to do...” Timmy said and waited for Tootie to say her hurried goodbyes before he closed the door. He leaned against the door stuggling for breath shortly after closing out Tootie, this was mild compared to the night at the movies... but it was still too much. His back slid down the door, until he sat on the floor. He pulled his bottle of pills out of his pocket, his hands shaking violently. He knew these wouldn't work fast enough to help him. He should have taken them earlier... with that realization he let the bottle hit the floor beside him, and sat there struggling to breath, he knew it would relent soon... but what was it about being this close to Tootie that made him feel like this? What was wrong with him?

    ***

    Timmy let out a sigh of relief, now that he could breath, as he stood under the stream of hot water from the shower. The moment the minor attack was over, he took his pills and laid on the floor waiting until the pills started to work. It wasn't just the anti-anxiety pills, anti-depressants, along with other medication that his doctors told him that he needed. He admitted he did feel better with some of these pills. Though he wasn't sure that he felt better because he liked it, or felt better because they altered his mood. Now he wasn't depressed, but he was never happy, he just felt... normal. Empty but normal. He didn't have anyone to talk to about this, so maybe this was how you were supposed to feel, he didn't know. Well he didn't really care either.

    Now that he could think about it would having to worry about another panic attack leaving him on the ground trying to breath. He thought about Tootie and what he was going to do about the situation. He couldn't really be her boyfriend... he couldn't even go out in public. Yes the medication helped but that was for smaller things, at the movies was easy even dinner was easy. There were little people there, but in a crowded area, all those people moving around bumping into him... trying to talk to him... No that he couldn't do.

    Then there was the thought if this was real. Yes Tootie had always had a crush on him, but what if this was just some plan to get back at him for rejecting her all those times when they were younger. She was Vicki's sister after all, they could be in on it together. This was the kind of thing that Vicki reveled in. After all wasn't this what Vicki had done to him? Pretended to be a girl his age, strung him long enough to make him develop feeling for her, then laughed at him when she told him who she was. But then again this had been going on for a couple of years. It wasn't like Vicki to string out a plan that long... but Tootie... well she spent years trying to get him to notice her. This would be something she would do... Or at least he thought so...

    But what if she truly liked him? Isn't that what he wanted? Someone to be around him, someone he could talk to and not be alone? No he wanted to be alone... just not all the time. That was the problem, no one would want to spend all their time locked up in a room with him, unless it was him. Only he could put up with himself that long. He just wasn't worth being around unless he was in some game... and even then all they wanted him for was because he was good at them... they never really cared that there was a person behind the character. They just wanted what he could help them get... just like in life.

    And now with a clearer head then he'd normally have, he thought about the other thing that had started taking up much of his mind. About what it would be like if he wasn't here at all. Really there wasn't many options for a shut in like him, too afraid to even go out in public. Timmy didn't seem to be the kind of person that would think of suicide. Then again... he didn't seem to have much left. Oh his parents had money, he had a new game when it came out. His computer was top of the line, had all the electronics... yet they meant nothing to him. None of it filled the void inside. He wasn't sure if it was Tootie that would fill the void or not... And wasn't sure he wanted to find out.

    Author's Note: I'm going to leave it like this for now so I can get more chapters in other stories. Really hate to do it, because right now my mind is full of ideas for this one. But I made a commitment to the other readers as well

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    Liz’s POV

    It is midway through spring semester, the workload is almost unbearable and there is never enough time in the day. I am sitting in the library with my best friend. We are studying our asses off for the major exams we have coming up. Spring Break is around the corner and our professors seems to want to cram in everything possible for the break. I watch as Kelly drains the rest of her water from her giant Gatorade bottle. I am becoming a bit distracted by her at this point. I know she has a small bladder and cannot usually drink an entire bottle of water without a bathroom break considering she drinks them constantly and most likely has half of the last bottle in her system too. I have known her long enough to know that she has to go; she is just so absorbed in her studies though that she doesn’t seem to notice. I watch her shift slightly and her legs are pressed together, a telltale sign that she really needs to go. I watch her for another second before I go back to my own studying. Fifteen minutes later and her squirming makes me watch her again. I know she must know that she has to go but is ignoring it because she hates to lose her concentration when studying. I glance at the clock. The library is closing in a couple of minutes. I decide to try and cram in the last section before the announcement about closing happens. I just finish the section when I hear the announcement: “Floors 2 thus 5 and the ground floor are now closed. The first floor will close in 5 minutes. We open again, tomorrow at 8am.” Kelly looks at me startled and I start to pack up my stuff. She sits there for a second before she tells me, “I really have to pee.” No shit, I think but I just smile at her and try not to get too turned on. She knows I like it when she has to go even though she herself finds no pleasure in it. I watch her as she stands and then squeezes her legs together and bites her lip. I wonder if she wet. She wets often when she stands up but not always. My backpack is ready and she is packing hers when I decide to mess with her a bit. I walk around behind her and whisper in her ear, “still dry?” She glares at me which confirms my hope that she had leaked a little when she stood up. I doubt even her underwear are wet but she always knows when she wets even the slightest bit. We grab our bags as the security guard stares at us and head towards the exit. I decide to take the stairs just to make Kelly squirm a bit but she doesn’t seem to mind.

    Kelly’s POV

    The security guard is watching us leave so I can’t ask Liz to take the elevator without looking lazy since we are only on the second floor. I am worried about the amount of pressure though on my bladder as we start to head down the steps. Liz smiles at me and I know it is because she is enjoying how badly I have to go right now. I feel a small spurt escape as we come off the last step and stop for a moment to regain my control. I see Liz stop too and she bumps my hip with hers, something she seems to like to do when I have to go badly. I feel a tiny dribble slip out but I am not worried. My bladder has been weak for almost ever. I am used to being slightly wet even though I hate the feeling of it. She asks me how wet I am now and I just smile at her and tell her just my wet not yours and then stick my tongue out. Her definition of wet is down to my jeans. My definition is anytime I feel like I wet at all. She doesn’t like my wet because she can’t feel it or see it, even though her ideas of wet may not be noticeable to the general public if standing right. I really want to pee before I leave but the lights are already off and only a couple of the desk workers are here and the security guard is pushing us out. I get nervous knowing the cold early March air is going to kill my bladder when I walk out. I cannot wait until I move to a warmer state but I still have 2 years of school left before that is possible. Liz and I walk out into the night and I instantly feel a spurt of hot urine stream into my pants. I freeze and try not to hold myself. I squeeze my legs together and start laughing the common reaction I have to embarrassing situations. Liz looks concerned because she knows I hate public wettings and I do not find wetting fun but I see the desire in her eyes.

    Liz’s POV

    Kelly has her legs squeezed tight together and laughing with that amazing laugh she has which shows off her beautiful smile. I know I need to move her away from the front of the library before the security guard leaves. The student workers had left at the same time as us and I knew it wouldn’t be long until the security guard left too. I think one of the reasons Kelly hates wetting so much is because of the embarrassing social implications. I notice she is starting to get under control and I tell her we should start heading to the parking lot. We both worked in the Writer’s Room that day and I realize that our cars are still in that lot, on the other side of campus. I wonder if she will make it or if she will actually fully wet for the first time. I know that she often wets a little but never as much as I hope. I tell her that we parked in the other lot at the same time that she stops again and squeezes her legs together. Her one hand clutches her hoodie pocket while her other hand rests on my arm, steadying herself. I wonder if she will get desperate enough to hold herself. I have never seen her stoop to that level before but I don’t think I have ever seen her have to go this bad. I want to tell her it is ok to hold herself if she needs too but I also feel selfish because I want to see her push her hand into her crotch and try with all of her might not too wet but still fail. I think that makes me an awful friend but she looks too hot for me to think much on it right now.

    Kelly’s POV

    I don’t know if I have ever had to go this bad before which is intense because I often have to go pretty bad and accidently hold it too long, like this time. I mentally kick myself for waiting so long. I am wetter than I would like to admit and while I stopping the spurt of soaking though to be noticeable, I am still leaking a tiny bit and I cannot seem to stop it. I am scared to move because the floodgates may open if I do. Liz look at me and asks if I am ok. I tell her I am fine but trying not to embarrass myself and she gets evil look in her eye that makes me nervous. She moves slightly and kisses me hard with a bit of a bite that comes with most of her kisses. It instantly turns me on and helps me get a better control on my bladder. We kiss for a minute until she pulls away and asks how wet I am. I touch the crotch of my pants hesitantly and feel a damp patch. “Your wet” I tell her and she moans softly which turns me on more. We start heading towards are cars again and are halfway there when I feel the drips from my bladder again. Liz decides at that moment that she should try to make me run. Which she knows is a surefire way to make me wet. She is able to pull me 3 steps with three very large spurts of hot pee before I am able to freeze in my tracks and try to hold on. I am laughing again and peeing softly, not a lot but enough that I feel it now on my upper inner thighs. I finally cant help it anymore and jam my hand between my legs and try to hold the urine in. I can see Liz staring at me and the desire radiating off of her is almost too much to take in. I am tempted to just let go and piss my pants so that the pain in my bladder will go away. I can’t though I hate wetting myself and Liz gets a lot of enjoyment out of me struggling anyway so I ought to just try like hell to make it to the bathroom. Liz reaches out and touches the wet patch on my jeans and groans. She slides her hand in between my legs, dislodging my hand and making me let loose a stream of piss. Liz pushes into me when she feel my hot wetness streaming into her hand and kisses me hard again, threading her other hand into my hair and tugging on it gently. Her desire for me once again stops my bladder rebellion as my sexual desire takes over. We make out for a few minutes her fingers rubbing into my soaked pants and pushing the warmth of my urine over my clit. She pulls back and grins at me before pulling me towards our cars. We get to Liz’s car when a huge gust of cold ass wind almost knocks us down and I feel my battle get close to an end. I hate the fucking cold. Hot piss starts pouring out of me as I lean against Liz’s car trying with everything I have in me to stop it. I grind my hand into my crotch and squeeze my leg together as tight as I can. I am almost crying I feel so embarrassed. The wetness flows into my pants and over my hand like they are nothing. I can’t seem to stop it and I feel my jeans getting soaked and the hot urine flowing over my ass and down my legs. Liz unclips my belt and pushes her hand down my pants and starts fingering my clit as I continue piss myself. She suddenly pushes her had down further and goes inside of me pushing in and out as I finish peeing and stand there soaked and embarrassed but feeling great and nervous as I am being fucked in a parking lot in plain view of everything. I come quicker than expected given the circumstances and sag against the car; physically and emotionally exhausted but feeling rather amazing in the aftermath of this very public experience even though no one caught us the possibility was terrifying enough. Luckily, Liz has everything in the world in her car so I was able to borrow a pair of yoga pants and go to her house to clean up and wash my clothes so my roommate wont find out. I won’t comment on the…activities we had though while my clothes were being washed though. But I will say they were amazing.

  7. Time was running short...

    Spy ascended the spiral hallway with his gun ready, checking each end of a corridor to make sure the cost was clear... meanwhile on F-Scout's end...

    She trudged on with her two hands still between her legs, clenching as hard as she could. After her reunion with Spy, she started thinking bad, to worst case scenarios...

    ...She thought that right next to her friend, she'd just end up letting her golden juices spew all over the floor, as it would envelop her crotch, right behind Spy... She blushed just thinking about it. Spurt after spurt of hot piss trickled between her, she was very close to losing her "inner fight" as she struggled up the spiraling steps. Eventually they got to a room with boxes, some pills and ammo. Spy checked the surroundings at the back of the ajar door to find no one. He signaled F-Scout to follow (or waddle in this case). F-Scout moved along behind him as they moved to the balcony area entrance. Then out of nowhere..............

    All of RED team cam from almost every possible entrance in the room, the pit passage, the outside, even the spawn room. It was an ambush!!! Quickly, just before the gunfire began to spread, Spy pushed F-Scout out of the way to the balcony (He didn't want to do it, since it would cause some serious damage to her bladder... but he couldn't think of any other way in time). F-Scout looked behind her as she fell on her back to see two horrifying things... Another huge leak escape her panties, and Spy getting torn to shreds by gunfire, and projectiles. F-Scout was speechless... the combination of seeing her friend die, and the fact that another spew of pee making the big enough stain bigger, made F-Scout start crying a bit... for years, F-Scout has never cried for anything... but memories began to come back to her... for it wasn't Spy's death alone that made her weep (she knew he'd just respawn anyways)... It made her remember the most tragic moment of her life... the murder of her parents.

    When F-Scout was just a little girl (before that name being given to her, her original name was [This information has been terminated, along with the person who wrote this]), she lived a peaceful life with her family in Boston. She played Baseball as a hobby, she loved her parents, and everything was just swell... until...

    One night, the house F-Scout lived in was being robbed. The windows smashed open, and the sound of shattering glass caused the parents to wake up... except for F-Scout (she was a heavy sleeper). The mother hid behind the Father, for he was carrying a snub revolver in his nervous grip. In the long silence of the night (minus the shattered window), there wasn't a single bullet of gunfire to be heard, perhaps the thief left, or maybe some punks were being outright vandals... F-Scout's dreaming mind was oblivious to what was going on.

    Morning arrives, F-Scout got out of her bed, as she moved tiredly in her little girl pajamas.

    There wasn't a single noise in the house, but the innocent girl was too tired to care about the silence, only a nice bowl of cereal. When she arrived at the kitchen, she was to turn to the pantry, but something else had caught her attention, two pale figures were lying on the floor, blood pooling around them, large cuts on their backs, and wore horrified looks on their faces. The girl stared at them... and began to cry... cry... cry... cry...

    cry.......................................................................................................................................................................................................

    The next door neighbors eventually found out about the break in, and called the police. When the investigation took place, they found out it was the work of 2 serial killers, who had been on the PD's case for a while. Eventually they decided for her to stay with her grandparents, and the girl had to go through psychological therapy for a while. One night however, F-Scout ran away from her relatives to go live a life of crime in the slums. She had grown up, and taught herself many things, one of those things being "how to fight." She turned into a real fighter.

    Several years later, she was minding her own business through a dark alleyway in search of some money, when some shady characters approached her, and cornered her into a wall. They began to sexually harass her through touching her in "many places..." but the years of getting into fights, training, and even falling into the same situation as the current one has made her anything but scared. With her bat by her, she pulled it out and began to kick some serious ass! A [REDACTED] just so happened to be passing by the area on other errands, when he saw the aftermath of F-Scout's bloody handiwork... he was pleased at what he saw. He gave his "higher ups" a call, and offered F-Scout a job as a "Badland Brawler." With the amount of money they were offering, she just couldn't refuse.

    So with that little bit of backstory out of the way, let's return to real time...

    F-Scout's flashbacks were over, she stared at the bloody mess of a corpse that was Spy's, the puddle that she was maki-ki-k-k ("OH SHIT!!!") F-Scout almost immediately stopped the gushing flow of piss, somehow with no struggle this time. She quickly got up, letting go of one of her hands to temporarily get back up, and dug her hand back in again. She knew that if she didn't act quick, she'd be slaughtered! She heard a hell-a lotta footsteps marching for her, so without thinking, she jumped off the balcony. When she landed, her legs were just fine, but her bladder felt that impact and let a ginormous spurt of piss. This was the biggest leak yet. She must have let out

    at least 1/3 of her bladder. "Oh shit ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit!!!" F-Scout yelled with worry as her pee gushed down her legs, leaving a wet stain on her skirt. She had to run now, and fast... so with all of the strength she could possibly muster, she clenched herself harder than a prostate with a rubber tube inside of it. Her face screamed for desperation, she had already failed her mission to keep herself dry a long time ago, yet she still fought on with the pain. She could do this, she KNEW she could do this... she KNEW she couldn't do this...

    As the REDs ran to leap for the balcony, a large, meaty arm blocked their way. A RED Heavy turned to his comrades, and pointed at Soldier, and Spy (who respawned earlier).

    "You two... with me... NOW!" ​Heavy ordered, and his teammates followed

    F-Scout recovered from her impact, and walked as fast as she could, but her bladder restrained her greatly, for she could only move VERY slowly, to prevent anymore, she wanted this to be over, all she wanted was to pee, all she wanted...

    She walked one step at a time... she was still crying at this point. The pain she was feeling, both physically, and emotionally, she trucked on, both drops of tears, and pee falling below her. Each step was followed by a subtle stream flowing down her legs. She was broken from the inside out. The only thing wanted to do right now was pee, and cry.

    Just when she made it halfway across the bridge, The three REDs Heavy, Soldier, and Spy marched towards her, with great rush, Heavy charged for the stumbling girl, and tackled her down. F-Scout lost another humongous spurt of piss, resulting in another puddle as she hit the floor. The three REDs witnessed her peeing herself, as they viewed it all happen from under her skirt. F-Scout didn't want to come to the realization that people were seeing her pee, for it caused an emotional skewer to pierce her heart.

    All the other REDs watch the action happen from the balcony, as well as the REDs watching first hand. F-Scout dug her hands into her lower region, and blushed vividly, with more tears rushing down her face.

    The three began to chuckle a bit, slowly at first, but then the laughter grew louder and louder.

    "Aww... little girl have little baby accident?" TOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA Heavy yelled.

    Heavy's comment only made the wet girl blush more, and sob more.

    "Ahem," The RED Spy scoffed, I have an idea, may you two hold her up for me?"

    The other two REDs decided to do what he said. They took away F-Scout's arms from her womanhood, which caused more leaking, but not a big one like the other spills, and they raised her in the air, holding onto her arms and legs. F-Scout didn't want to even look up anymore, she was blinded by her tears. With a crack of his knuckles, Spy charged up his fist, and thrusted it into F-Scout's lower body...

    drip... drip... drip drip drip drop drop drodrop speeeeewwwwwww...

    ...this was it... F-Scout, grimacing with pain, tried her best to hold back the torrent of pee... but this was something that could not be stopped. Her warm, golden pee that she had held for so long was finally released. It first spread a bit on her skirt, but then it sprayed all over. It streamed down her legs furiously. The puddle under her grew massive. F-Scout didn't even feel any relief from the gushing of hot piss, just pure pain.

    Pee was still escaping her legs, but along with it was another stream... a river of tears.

    F-Scout cried and blushed horrendously, as the spray turned into a sprinkle, into a leak, and finally stopping. Tears hit the yellow lake below. The REDs previously holding onto her, had let go, dropping her into the endless gold of her creation. F-Scout put her hands on her face and cried more and more. She had never been more embarrassed in her entire life. The sound of sobbing was interrupted by some clicking sounds. F-Scout looked up to see an Enforcer pointed to her head.

    "Hehehe, consider this revenge for shooting my hand off."

    The suited RED chuckled, as he slowly pulled the trigger...

    ... ... ...

    BANG

    ... ... ...

    There was dead silence from both sides of the bridge...

    F-Scout opened her eyes to see a gaping hole in the RED's forehead. He fell to the floor, thus revealing a man in a BLU suit, a 5 o clock shadow, and an Ambassador.

    "AND CONSIDER THAT REVENGE FOR BEING AN ASS!!!"

    F-Scout's expression quickly changed from complete embarrassment, to... still a lot of embarrassment... but with pure happiness mixed in.

    "WHAT THE FU-

    "WHAT THE FU-

    BANG BANG

    The REDs behind F-Scout fell to the floor dead, and the man in the suit walked up to the soaked girl and pulled out his hand. F-Scout slowly, but surely reached her arm out, and was pulled up.

    "Backstabber!!! But I saw you get torn to shreds!" F-Scout shouted.

    "Any time is a good time to check the time, I always say," BLU Spy said as he dangled his Dead Ringer by it's chain.

    The once captive girl was thankful for being saved, but was still blushing about the accident from earlier as she looked down. Spy could fell the embarrassment coming from her, and came in to comfort her... but now there was a bigger problem...

    "Ahem!" A Southerner's voice called.

    Spy and the girl looked at all the REDs that were from the balcony, on the ground, pointing their guns at them (except for RED scout... he was getting ready for "his date").

    But just when the two BLUs thought that they'd be dead in seconds, a loud rumble came to audible range. "Vat is zat sound?" a Medic asked.

    The rumbling came louder and louder and louder... then suddenly...

    All of BLU team came rushing down the entrance of BLU base, charging for the bridge. A hailstorm of bullets and explosives came from the BLUs, destroying all the REDs before they even got a chance to shoot back. All that remained of RED team was a pile of tron up gore.

    Everyone began to get close to F-Scout. She looked at them and lit up from her whole team seeing the aftermath of category 5: Hurricane F-Scout. A Soldier chuckled at F-Scout... but not because of her large wet stain...

    "You did a fine job girl," Soldier said, patting F-Scout on the back.

    Spy came in and decided to give her a big hug as well, eventually leading to all of the BLUs to giving F-Scout a nice group hug (especially Sniper, wanting to try and get a rub of her sweet pee on his leg). F-Scout wasn't sure if she should be embarrassed, or cheerful. "Awww thanks guys," the drenched girl spoke with a smile on her face.

    "C'mon little girl," Heavy told the girl, "You still have job to do." F-Scout

    remembered that she still had this hunking suitcase on her back...

    ..so with a trip down to BLU's basement, everyone stood behind the girl as she put the big case on the table...

    "Victory," an announcement called, as all the BLU's began to celebrate their 1st victory in a while, and finally breaking REDs streak.

    F-Scout turned back to Spy as he looked back at her amongst the dancing crowd, and the two began hugging each other again. "Hey Bactabber?" The girl said still dripping from the bottom down, "I know you've done so much for me already... but is it ok if I ask you just one last favor?"

    "Well then, ask away," Spy replied.

    Epilogue

    It was late at night. The RED Scout was preparing his bedroom for his "lover" to arrive.

    "Aw man, I'm gonna be all ovah dat pussy," Scout began fantasizing, "She's gonna be all like "Oh Scout, your cock is soooooo big, I can't conain myself, I'm gonna cu-"

    *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

    "Oh uh (damn, didn't think she'd be this early... oh well... I get some vag now I guess)"

    "Ju-Just gimme a sec." The scrawny man began to strip his clothes of until he was bare, and in a hurry, looked through his drawer to find some condoms (Scout carried all kinds of pervy things in his drawer, several enemas, vibrators, strap-ons, some porn magazines, and if one looked deep enough, they'd find some diapers, and a Fleshlight... ... ... Scout was a kinky bastard...). Eventually he founds his "Mann Co. grade condoms. He veiled it on his penis and quickly got into the bed in an arousing pose...

    "Alright, you can come in now." ... but nothing happened... silence...

    *THUD*

    *THUD*

    *THUD*

    ...

    *CRASH!!!*

    A massively huge Heavy, with his equally sized cock, barged down the door, startling Scout! "Little man, I hope you like Sandvich in tiny asshole," He said with a Sandvich in his hand, making a B-line towards Scout.

    Scout was horrified by what was coming towards him, so with no time to put his clothes back on, he opened the window by the side of his bed, and jumped out of it running and screaming.

    "Hyehehehehehehahahahaha" the Heavy's voice slowly reaching a higher pitch as he began to remove his face... literally, by taking his face off, a large shroud of blue steam flourished the room. When the steam dissipated, it revealed F-Scout's (naked) body.

    "Hahahahahaha, thanks Backstabber, you're the best," she said laughing as she held out the paper cut-out of the Heavy mask.

    The End

    (I just quickly want to say thanks to anyone who actually bothered to read the 1st fiction of my creation. I know it sounds selfish, but I would love to see this story made on SFM or something. And also for my next fiction... I do plan on making another one. I promise it will be much more interesting, and should have more wettings in it. And once again...

    Thanks.) ^_^

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    I just want to apologize for my English before the story begins. And I hope you will like my first fictional story. :smile:

    Jenny was in her rom waiting for her friend Sara. Sara lived on the same street as Jenny. They did not know each other that well. Sara moved to this street just for a few weeks ago. School was out for the summer. When the school starts again, both girls will be in the same class. They had planned to sunbathe and just talk, so they can get to know each other properly. While Jenny waited, she took out her bikini. It was dark blue with white stripes on the sides. It suited her very well. Jenny was blond and her hair went to her shoulders. Her body shape was not big or small. It was perfect in her opinion. She puts it on and decided to wait outside on the lawn. She laid out her towel and lay down to sunbathe a little while she was waiting for Sara. It didn’t take long before Sara was there in here bikini. It was dark green. Sara was a brunette and her hair was a little shorter than Jenny's. Not only was the hair like Jenny's, but also her body shape. She lay quite close to her new friend. They talked about some mixed things. How Sara's old school was and what she liked to do on the weekends. After they had talked a while, Sara felt a little warm in the sun.

    - Jenny. I feel quite warm. Can we cool ourselves in any way?

    - Yea we can. But I think you will find it a bit childish.

    - It doesn't matter as long as it cools me down.

    - All right. But the only way that we can do it, is to start the sprinkler and run through it. Or use the hose.

    - We can use the sprinkler. It can be fun to do that again. I haven't done it since I was little.

    - Okay then. I go and get it then.

    Jenny took the sprinkler and put it a few feet away from from their towels. She ran to the tap and turned on the water. When she got back and stood beside Sara. She felt the need to pee. Normally, when she needed to do it when she was alone, she just stood and peed through her ​​bikini. Something she started to do after being tired of pulling it aside. But would she dare to do as usual now that Sara was there? She doesn't want to seem weird. So she decides to do it the boring way. Just to be on the safe side. Sara was just about to go and cool of. When Jenny felt that it is not so bad if she just says what she needs to do.

    - Sara. Go ahead and cool yourself down. I just need to pee.

    - Oh, okay. Are you going inside?

    - No I think I just go here.

    Jenny didn't think it mattered if Sara saw her pee. They're after all soon in the same class and have gymnastics together. So they will see each other naked many times to come. She barely had time to pull aside her bikini, before pee gushed out of her. She didn’t think she needed to pee that bad. But apparently, she did. The pee ran down at her legs. She felt the warmth of it and at the same time a relief. She likes the feeling it gives her. Although it feels better when she does it through her ​​bikini. The stream decreased in strength and ran most down her legs. Until it finally stopped.

    - Wow Jenny. You really needed that.

    - Yea I did. Now I’m ready to join you.

    Just minutes later, Sara felt that she also needed to take a pee. Her bladder felt really full. But she did not tell Jenny. She thought that she will notice it anyway when she starts to pee. She walked away from the sprinkler and Jenny. Not so far but enough that it wouldn’t be awkward. She spreads her legs and soon she starts to pee. But without thinking about pulling her bikini aside like Jenny did. She stopped to pull it aside for many years ago. So she did what she has done for so many years whit out thinking about it. It felt so good when the pee started to come out from her bladder. She felt pee flow through her ​​bikini. It ran down both her legs in a warm stream. She peed even longer then Jenny did, but eventually it stopped. And as soon as she finished the thought came to her, how she had peed infront of her friend. How would Jenny react to this? Sarah was worried that she had done something that would ruin their friendship. Jenny looked at her friend without saying a word. When Sara broke the silence and apologized. She just wanted to explain herself before Jenny would probably ask her to go home.

    - Jenny. Please let me explain. I wasn´t thinking.

  8. The rest of the afternoon flew before Kallie's eyes as the girls returned with her things from her dorm room and chattered endlessly about themselves to her, explaining who they were and what they liked. Miska explained her love for old French style and how anything old gothic she had to have. "The only thing I'm missing is my own raven," She had said as she twirled around the room, her lacy baby doll top flowing out in a circle around her. "And he could say 'Nevermore.' to me whenever I wanted." Miska had also invited her over to her room one night for a personal tour and a private lesson in French Culture. Alex talked to Kallie casually about anything and everything Japanese, Kallie nodded along respectfully although she was totally lost. The only Japanese culture she knew was the Americanized shows everyone had watched when they were little. She also explained what cosplay was and asked Kallie if she would join her one day. "I'd love too." Kallie said with a smile, feeling warm and welcomed in her heart. Haley came off as a little quiet but Kallie found that she bloomed whenever she was talking about fish and the ocean. "I absolutely love everything about it!" She answered when Kallie asked what her favorite part about the ocean was. "We'll all have to go to the beach sometime together when it gets warm!" Haley offered and all four girls agreed in unison that it was a wonderful idea. "I know this great private spot that we can have all too ourselves!" Haley said with a wink before she and her two friends erupted into a fit of giggles. Kallie knew it would take a while and some getting used to living with these girls, but she knew deep in her heart that would find herself a perfect fit for this strange but loving family.

    Before she knew it, the clock in the hallway read six and it was time for what Sarah had called the initiation dinner. As the day went by, Kallie got increasingly nervous, her mind racing as to what these favors would entail for her. At around three o' clock, Sarah had knocked on her door while she was organizing her things with a colorful shopping bag and a massive bottle of water. "I brought you some things for tonight." She had said warmly, laying them down on Kallie's bed. "Wear the outfit tonight and drink the entire bottle before six, OK?" Kallie agreed, nervously, and Sarah could tell. "Don't worry, we're not going to hurt or haze you like some of these other sororities do." She said with a reassuring smile. "We just like to have fun!" And with that she left and shut the door behind her, leaving Kallie alone with nothing but her thoughts.

    She had held the water bottle in her hand for some time, staring intently at the massive amount of liquids inside. She knew what these girls were into, but the idea still scared her a little and she suddenly began to regret the decisions she had made. She paced back and forth in her empty room, knowing that she could very well go downstairs at any minute and say she wanted to leave. No one would stop her, but they would regret watching her go. But she couldn't just leave, not yet. She hadn't given anyone a chance, or given this whole watersports thing a chance either. So before she could linger on the thoughts any more, she tore the cap off the bottle and began chugging, feeling the water fill her stomach immediately.

    Now it was six and Kallie stole one last look at herself in the mirror. The outfit Sarah had chosen for her fit her just right and made her body look incredible. She had chosen a jean miniskirt in a light blue wash and a boho style tanktop to wear with it. Kallie blushed when she pulled the bright pink panties out from the bottom of the bag, fingers tentatively touching the soft lace hem. Attached to them was a note, written in soft, bouncy handwriting: The first panties you'll ever wet in as a Yellow Sister! ;) But she had worn everything, like Sarah had asked her to, as took one last deep breath before heading downstairs and into the dinning room.

    They were all there waiting for her, dressed casually with smiles on their faces. They all sat around the large dining room table, wearing what seemed to be their favorite outfits. Emilee was in a oversized, comfy-looking sweater, her hair in a long braid at her shoulder, while Ashlynn sparkled like a disco ball beside her in a sequin top and faux fur vest. Her glossy blonde hair was curled into big, swooping ringlets that outlined her expertly made-up face. She looked like a living Barbie doll. Miska was in what looked like an eighteenth century ballgown with thick black lace and long, flowing skirts. Alex was in an strange get-up that seemed imported straight from Japan. Haley looked the strangest of all, wearing a two-piece athletic swimsuit and a sheer cover-up dress over top. Sarah sat at the head of the table, wearing a casual and sporty outfit, a mischievous smile on her face. Foods of every type sat out on the table while each place setting had massive, round wineglasses filled to the brim with blood red wine. Kallie was only twenty, but had a few drinks before, so the idea didn't turn her away. In fact, she looked forward to having a good glass of wine.

    Kallie stood there awkwardly there for a moment, stepping back and forth on her two feet. All the girls sat staring at her, happy and excited expressions on their faces. She wondered if they were thinking about Kallie's instructions that had been given to her earlier. She felt sorry on the inside because truthfully, Kallie felt as if she hadn't drank a thing all day. The massive water bottle she had guzzled the entire afternoon was forgotten and her bladder felt comfortable in her hips. She was surprised to be upset by this fact, most likely because she didn't want to disappoint.

    "Well, sit please." Sarah finally said, gesturing to the empty chair at the other end of the table. "Drink, eat, and be happy!"

    The dinner continued as an other dinner would, much to Kallie's surprise. The girls ate and talked about normal things and things they liked to do. Each one in turn mentioned some things they would like to do as a group in the future and some mentioned things that could be done tonight after dinner. To Kallie's surprise, none of them had anything to do with watersports. As the dinner continued on, Kallie ate and drank, enjoying the beautifully tasting wine in the back of her throat. She was halfway through her second glass when she noticed movement to her right. She looked quickly and say Emilee adjust in her shift, her cheeks slightly flushed. Was she holding it as well? Kallie's mind began to wander as she thought about what these girls could be up to. But when the conversation resumed, Kallie soon forgot about Emilee and concluded her dinner with the final gulp of her wine.

    "Well, now that we are finished, shall we head up to attic?" Sarah asked, wiping her hands with the napkin on her lap. The girls surrounding her agreed in unison, their eyes sparkling with excitement. One by one, they left the dining room and headed up the stairs and into the large bonus room. Kallie arched an eyebrow when she entered, curious at the set up of the room. The once empty room now held seven wooden chairs, three set up in two rows facing each other while one sat by itself in the front of the pack.

    "Everyone take a seat." Sarah said as the girls filed around Kallie and into on of the wooden chairs. Sarah pointed to Kallie and then to the chair at the front with a wink. "It's time to play a little game!"

    The girls cheered as Sarah began to explain the rules. "This is just your average holding game. Whoever can last the longest wins!" The girls cheered all except for Kallie who sat looking confused. "You see, Kallie, we've been holding all day with you just for this special night. Girls who live together wet together!" Kallie finally understood. This night wasn't just for her, it was for everyone. And so the game commenced as the girls continued their conversation to pass the time. Kallie was eagerly participating but as time passed she slowly became aware of the dull throb in her lower abdomen. Her brain was telling her that it was time to go to the bathroom but her heart was telling her to stay in her place. The game had only been going on for a fifteen minutes and she was ready to cross her legs. This was not a good sign, especially since all the other girls were sitting stiff legged. Sarah was even sitting with her legs spread a little, the bright flash of her panties could be seen under the hem of her short cotton skirt.

    "What's the matter Kallie?" Sarah asked quickly. "Cat got your tongue?"

    "Oh no, I'm fine." Kallie forced a smile, clenching her lady muscles tight. Oh how badly did she want to cross her legs.

    "You have to pee don't you?" Sarah asked, giggling.

    The mention of pee only increased her need tenfold, forcing Kallie to grit her teeth. When she didn't respond all the other girls laughed except Emilee who whimpered and crossed her legs quickly, trapping a hand in between her thighs. All attention was directed to her as her face turned red.

    "Oh I hate this game so much! I'm so bad at it!" She whimpered as Ashlynn giggled at her side. "You never last long." She smirked, pinching her desperate friend's arm making her jump. Emilee let out a high pitched squeal and frozen where she sat, eyes wide. "I leaked." She whispered and bounced up and down on the chair. "I'm gonna pee!!"

    This time Kallie outwardly groaned, giving in and crossing her legs. She rocked her hips back and forth, grinding her thighs against her lady parts. It felt glorious to push the pee back inside of her, giving her a moment of relief. A few minutes passed in silence and soon Haley and Miska were crossing their legs as well. Five minutes later and Alex joined the group. The only two standing strong were Ashlynn and Sarah who acted as if nothing was wrong. The girls tried to resume the conversation but struggled, their minds occupied on something more important.

    A few more minutes past when a sudden hissing sound filled everyone's ears. Kallie looked to her side and watched as Emilee buried her face in her hands as a growing puddle spread out from underneath her feat. Kallie thought for a moment she was crying but was surprised that when she lifted her head from her hands, a smile of pure relief was written all over her face. Her cheeks were as red as tomatoes and she bit down on her bottom lip to keep from groaning out in what seemed to be ecstasy. Kallie stared openly, her own problem forgotten for the moment. Emilee then giggled and pointed to where MIska was, drawing everyone's attention to the extravagantly dressed girl. She was squatting on the floor beside her chair, holding up her heavy skirts. A steady stream of pee was falling between her stocking-covered feet. "What?" She exclaimed, shuffling a little to the side. "I don't want to get any on my dress!"

    Kallie laughed and felt a warm gush of pee escape into her panties. She clammed up quickly and blushed, hoping that no one noticed. This was such a silly game they were playing, but Kallie was surprised that she was enjoying it as much as she was. Years ago she would have been repulsed by such an idea, but here she was, relishing in the feeling of a full bladder. It was hot and naughty, thinking about purposely putting your body into such a situation. Perhaps Kallie was looking through the wrong side of the window the whole time.

    "Everone needs to stop or I'm gonna join you!" Alex grunted, a hand shoved so far underneath her that Kallie only saw her wrist. She seemed to be moving her hand back and forth, rubbing herself. Haley had quietly tucked a foot under herself, her heel working in place of a hand. It was strange, she seemed to be holding her hands behind her chair on purpose. Kallie's mind wondered why. With two girls out of the competition, she felt a sudden urge to win. To prove herself. But, as looked over at Sarah looking calm and collected, she knew it would be hard.

    Haley was next, crumpling in on herself as she wet, finally giving in. She sighed and arched her back against the chair, her cover up hiked up to her hips, the crotch of her swimsuit glistening wet as a pure golden stream shot out and onto the floor. The splashing sound was deafening in Kallie's ears and she shifted once more, her finger pushing even harder against her own urethra. She could feel her pussy hot and throbbing under her touch and she shivered, feeling more pee squirt through the closed gates. Her panties were wet now, and not just from pee. On her miniskirt, a small dark spot marked where she had pressed down with her hand. Only three other girls remained.

    After what felt like an eternity, Alex gave in, standing abruptly as pee painted strange patterns on her pastel-colored leggings. She smiled devilishly the whole time, making Ashlynn move uncomfortably beside her. Her perfect face was turned into an expression of distress, almost as if she, too, was at her limit. Sure enough, a few minutes later, Ashlynn stood with a hand pressed tight between her legs, the outline of her panties visible in her skin-tight jeans. What she did next shocked Kallie. Ashlynn stepped over Emilee where she sat in her soaked chair and sat down in her lap, her legs straddled against Emilee. And that was when she released the floodgates, pouring buckets of pee all over Emilee. In response, Emilee took her tentative hands and placed them directly in Ashlynn's pee stream, filling her hands with warm liquid. She began splashing it onto herself, relishing in it as if it were a shower. Kallie's mouth hung open in shock, her pressure on her bladder loose. She began to pee for a few seconds, a slow but steady stream, before she regained control and cut off the flow once more. The spot on her skirt had grown substantially larger now. Her heart was still thudding from what she just witnessed, but now it was just her and Sarah. The room had fallen silent. Kallie knew she couldn't last much longer.

    The minutes ticked by in agonizing slowness. The spurts were starting to come more rapidly now, the chair underneath Kallie's bottom was surrounded with a large puddle. Kallie chomped on the inside of her cheek as she stared at Sarah at the other end of the circle, who hadn't even placed a single finger near her own nether regions. What was she? Some kind of super holder? Kallie could hear seconds ticking by in her head, almost like laughter, mocking her. Another spurt, this time lasting for a few seconds. Half her bladder had to have been empty by this point, why did she feel so full?

    Kallie felt breathless, her face hot and sweaty. She couldn't do it anymore, not for a second longer. It took a minute before she relaxed, but soon she felt a stream leave her body and fill the chair around her. Out and out it came, faster and faster, filling her panties before it could escape, making them bulge and swell against her pussy. More and more pee left her body, sometimes in a steady, hissing stream or sometimes in rhythmic burst. It felt like hours had passed but she was still peeing. The stream then came to stop until it was only dripping off her chair. The room was silent, no one even breathed.

    "Congratulations Kallie." Sarah said in a warm voice. "You've completed your first favor. You earned this." She was dangling a charm in front of Kallie's face. Kallie grabbed it with wet hands carefully. Then Sarah left the room, not a single wet spot on her shorts. Kallie suddenly felt very tired.

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