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  • A Wet Night with a Dragon

    By MasterXploder

    “Hmmm?” For some reason, the waking world had decided to gently pull Lucoa, the divine dragon and former goddess, from her pleasant dreams a little earlier than usual. As she opened her eyes, she realized it was still the middle of the night, for the room was shrouded in darkness, the only sounds coming from the ceiling fan above. Though she was awake now, her eyelids still drooped with fatigue, and the desire to return to sleep was quite strong. However, another desire proved stronger, and that was to check on the bed’s other occupant. As quietly and smoothly as she could, she propped herself up and took a look at him, her dragon eyes working just as well as they did in broad daylight. Shouta, her sweet little master of sorts, lied fast asleep as she expected. Clad in his green pajamas, his chest gently rose and fell with each silent breath. His left hand lied next to his head in a half-closed fist while his right arm rested on his stomach. Lucoa sighed wistfully as she gazed at the dozing child. He looked so adorable with his face at total ease, a rare sight for her despite how much time they spent together. On the other hand, she also noticed that his body was uncovered all the way down to his socks. He must have tossed the blanket off him in his sleep, she surmised. That was just no good. It was a rather frigid night, and those thin PJ’s wouldn’t do much against the chilly air. She would never forgive herself if she allowed him to catch a cold overnight. Her first thought was to cuddle up and share her plentiful body heat, but she quickly dismissed it. The last time she tried that, Shouta complained about nearly suffocating underneath her “giant demon orbs” as he called them. That left the other option of pulling the covers over him and maybe nudging a little closer to him just in case. She slowly reached her hand over and grabbed the blanket, intending to do just that. “Num-hmm-hmm…” Lucoa froze up as Shouta mumbled suddenly. Had she stirred him awake by accident? She watched over him, looking for any signs that he would wake soon. Shouta fidgeted a little and kept muttering, his face tensing up in discomfort, but his eyes did not open. Lucoa frowned at the sight. The poor kid must be having a bad dream. She would have to do something about that. With a quick wave of her hand, a magic circle appeared, sending a soft light around Shouta’s head. The magic dispelled the nightmare, and he soon returned to a peaceful snooze. Satisfied with her work, Lucoa went to put the blanket back on him, but she stopped again. A very quiet noise, one that she would not have heard if not for her draconic senses, emanated from Shouta. If she didn’t know any better, it sounded like water hitting fabric, but the only way that would be possible at this time was if… “Oh dear.” A quick look down was all it took to confirm her worry. A wet patch had formed on Shouta’s pants and grew bigger by the second. It soon spread to between his legs and onto the mattress, growing into a pool around his bottom. Before long, urine was visibly breaking the cotton barrier, amplifying the sound of whizzing. As a neutrally-aligned dragon, Lucoa did not meddle in human affairs, but she had picked up on a few of their quirks. For instance, humans had the peculiar behavior of being embarrassed and ashamed about removing waste from their bodies, only doing so in designated places closed off from others. Should they end up voiding in their clothing, they tended to get very upset. At least, that’s what she gleamed from watching TV with Shouta. She could not imagine him being any different. It was such a strange sight to her, seeing him wet the bed yet not showing the slightest care on his face. The poor boy must have no idea what was happening, just the feeling of something discomforting slowly going away and relaxing him back into a deep sleep. Of course, that would no doubt change the instant he woke up and felt the cold, smelly liquid drenching his PJ’s. She was not about to let that happen. As soon as he finished his business, she would cast another spell that would remove all traces of urine, making it appear as if an accident never happened. She had to wait a while before that could happen, though. Shouta must have had something to drink and forgotten to pee before bed, it was the only way to explain how long his wetting was taking. By the time the sound of peeing came to a stop, the front of his pants were thoroughly soaked, and the back was likely not any better. But the more she watched Shouta relieve himself, the more Lucoa became aware of a tingling between her legs as well. Maybe it was the just of watching someone else go, or maybe it was the culprit for waking her up in the first place, but she wouldn’t mind having a potty break herself now. Unfortunately, she did not find getting up to use the toilet a good idea. Her movements might wake Shouta, who would probably cry his eyes out upon realizing he wet the bed. That could be solved simply by cleaning the mattress before she got out, but it was a convenient excuse. In truth, she was feeling rather lazy, the warmth of the bed a little too enticing to leave its embrace. Still, she needed to rid herself of that pesky pressure before she could get comfortable enough to go back to sleep. The simple solution was to magically remove the urine in her at the same time as she did Shouta’s, but then she thought of another idea. A far cheekier one. As a dragon, the concept of wetting oneself was still a foreign one to her. The only time she could recall that happening to her was when she was slipped with that tainted alcohol, and all she could recall was waking up in wet scales. It was a surprising moment, though not entirely unpleasant, at least compared to the other consequences of her drunken night. Taking one last look at Shouta, Lucoa lowered herself back into bed and snuggled into the covers. Her urine pressed against her bladder begging for release, but she no longer resisted it. She was going to satisfy her curiosity and see what the fuss of peeing herself was like. “Oh!” Lucoa gasped as the first bit of pee slipped out and hit the scales masquerading as her panties, the only thing she wore below her shirt. It felt so… warm, and the way it made her pseudo-undies cling to her privates only doubled that sensation. It was a strange sensation to be sure, but not a very uncomfortable one. She did not see the fuss behind having an accident just yet. It was time to open the floodgates. The dragon went from passively allowing pee to leave her to actively forcing it out, and the effect was instant. The room filled with a loud hissing noise as an amount of urine greater than any human could produce gushed from between her legs. In no time at all, her legs were soaked as well as the mattress below and blankets above. Drops of it soon ran down the mattress’ side, spreading the puddle onto the floor. The wet warm feelings running all over her lower body sent a medley of strange signals to the dragon’s brain, leaving her unsure what to think of her wetting. It was uncomfortable, and she definitely would not want to go back to sleep like this for sure. On the other hand, it also felt oddly relaxing, being able to just relax and let go without leaving the comfort of the bed. She wouldn’t mind doing this again, though she would need to do something about the pee getting everywhere. Even though Lucoa did not consider herself bursting to go, her wetting took far longer than Shouta’s. It was only after about five minutes that her stream began to taper off, the hissing dying down to a piddle. The mattress had been completely soaked through on her side, and the puddle on the floor reached out so far, it looked as if someone dumped a ten-gallon container’s worth of urine. Yet through all that, Lucoa kept one eye on Shouta the entire time, and not once did he stir in his sleep. She never figured him to be such a heavy sleeper. Maybe her magic to dispel the nightmare was a little stronger than she meant. She also had to wonder if his parents had heard her accident in the next room over. Then again, they never said anything on the night Shouta woke up screaming because he found out he was groping her by accident. Maybe the whole family was full of heavy sleepers. But as she looked at Shouta, Lucoa fell into a peaceful state despite the massive amount of pee in the room. “Even in your sleep, you still come up with great ideas.”     Shouta groaned as a ray of sunlight reached his eyes, bringing him out of his slumber. He did not open them just yet, instead choosing to turn his head away and hope that Lucoa’s world-class qualities were not right in front of him. While he lied there, memories of his last dream gradually returned to him. He had been in front of his cauldron performing a summoning spell when Lucoa jumped out without a shred of clothing on, just like their first meeting. That was bad enough on its own, but then the cauldron started spewing water everywhere, quickly flooding the room and knocking him over in surprise. The feeling of wetness as the water reached his legs was so strong, it was almost like… Oh no! Shouta felt a cold sweat coming on. He really couldn’t have, could he? It had been so long since the last time it happened, well before summoning Lucoa. On the other hand, he couldn’t recall using the bathroom before he went to bed, and that almost always spelled trouble for him. He really did not want to, but Shouta lowered a hand to check his pants for a wet patch. He had no idea what he was going to do if Lucoa found about this. Taking a gulp, he gave his crotch a couple pats, fully expecting the worst. “Huh?” Dry as a bone. Any other time, this would bring relief to Shouta, but now it only brought confusion. That dream felt so real, he was certain something had to have come out. He needed to take a close look to be sure. Carefully opening his eyes, Shouta found that he was the only one in bed. He wondered where Lucoa could have gone for a moment, but quickly returned to the matter at hand. He pulled the covers off of him and sat up, the sun coming through the window giving him enough to see. Nothing. Not a single drop of pee anywhere. The panic and dread began to die down in Shouta, though the confusion remained. If he hadn’t wet the bed, then where did that sensation come from? “Oh.” That’s when he felt it, that familiar pressure that often got him out of bed in the mornings. All that urine he worried about leaking out was still inside him, and boy, did it want out now. Shouta wondered if that dream he had was his body’s way of waking him up before he could wet the bed, but he would dwell on that as soon as his bladder was empty. With no Lucoa to worry about, Shouta climbed out of bed, feeling the full weight of his bladder as he walked out of his bedroom and into the upstairs bathroom, thankfully unoccupied. Closing the door, he lifted up the toilet seat and pulled down the front of his jammie pants. He then took aim and relaxed his holding muscles. A trickle of tinkle soon came out of him and arced into the toilet, making a satisfying splashing noise that could be heard outside the bathroom. Seeing that his aim was spot-on, Shouta looked straight ahead and breathed out in contentment. It seemed like he had outgrown his bed-wetting just like his mom said he would. He didn’t have to worry about anyone else finding out, especially not Lucoa. With that in mind, Shouta’s mind remained at ease as his morning pee slowly came to an end, bringing his hips forward to compensate for his weakening stream. A slight shiver ran through him while he forced out the last few spurts and shook out any remaining drops. In all, his pee took maybe twenty seconds, which he found a little odd. He normally went for a good deal longer in the mornings. Perhaps he hadn’t had as much to drink yesterday as he thought. Shouta shrugged and flushed the toilet, sending the yellowed water off to who knows where. He had bigger things to focus on today. “Good morning, Shouta!” Two of those bigger things were right in front of him. “L-L-Lucoa!?” Shouta jumped back at the dragon lady next to him. “How are you feeling this morning?” she asked with a smile. “H-h-how long have you been standing there!?” Lucoa put a finger to her chin. “Hmm, about shortly after you came in. Why do you ask?” “You did? B-but that means…” Shouta’s eyes grew big as saucers as it dawned on him. “Shouta, are you okay?” Lucoa turned her head. “Aaaaaaaah!” Faster than even a divine dragon could imagine, Shouta ran between Lucoa’s legs and out the bathroom door. The whole house was then filled with the sound of him screaming “The succubus is watching me pee!” All the while, Lucoa stood there with a puzzled look. She had followed the human custom of waiting until somebody was finished relieving themselves before speaking to them. Why he still got upset was simply beyond her. But as she stood there, another thought crossed her mind, and an important one at that. She turned around and leaned out the bathroom door, shouting as loud as Shouta did. “Shouta, don’t forget to wash your hands!”
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  • Holding More than Cards (Kakegurui F/F)

    By SlothWhispers

    ((Another older fic, this one involves Midari and Yumeko from Kakegurui, and some good ol' Desperation and Wetting! ? It takes place after s1 of the anime, since I haven't gotten around to reading the manga to see how their relationship developed after their first match. Warning for minor dark content (a few mild references to Midari's gunplay kink and suicidal tendencies, but absolutely nothing in detail there, and nothing you wouldn't expect from the anime itself). This one is also NSFW (a masturbation scene and clothed grinding). )) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had been too long. Too long since she'd found any sort of thrill, or even remote satisfaction, at this school. No, in this life.

    Living had already seemed meaningless for the majority of her time on this earth, but ever since that fateful day, things had seemed even emptier than before. Giving makeovers, enforcing the rules of the council, scaring the hell out of certain students...she was just going through the motions, day in and day out, with nothing to change it.

    The only thing that got her heart pounding, besides the click of a cold metal barrel to her head, wasn't even a thing. It was a person.

    One glorious, beautiful, terrifying person.

    Yumeko.

    She'd been expressly forbidden from seeking her out during the weeks after their own encounter, told she wasn't to interact with their enemy until the President's secretive plans were complete. Humph. The President...

    She might have said fuck it and gone after Yumeko anyways, orders be damned, but...she'd needed time to prepare her own plans. That speech the girl had given her towards the end of their game, those cutting remarks about how they weren't actually the same at all, how pointless it was, how she wasn't actually providing a satisfying challenge...how it wasn't even a gamble, because she would have won either way...

    If she wanted to impress Yumeko, to prove that she was worth gambling with, that she was capable of giving her the kind of extraordinary rush that she felt whenever her life was on the line...She had to step it up. She had to come up with a real challenge, something crazy, something truly worthy of catching the devil's attention. Something that would give them both the pleasure and danger they craved...

    And so she'd plotted, ignoring the other council members during meetings, scrolling through her cell phone's photos and gushing over the object of her desires, trying to figure out what would make that creature tick, trying to decide what she could add to the game to really bring it over the edge...

    A few weeks later, she'd heard through the grapevine about the big showdown, the highest stakes gamble...that had ended in a tie. A tie...A game like that, painstakingly set up to prove once and for all who was going to win, Yumeko or the President...and it had all been pointless in the end. 

    Hah! It was all without any meaning, just as she'd been saying all along! She'd laughed so hard that day that she'd fallen right out of her council seat.

    And now...with everything back to square one...with no new plots in play as the council pondered their next moves, as Yumeko continued to enjoy every day, gambling away with her schoolmates...she was free to step in. She could finally have her shot at the prize.

    And so she'd left her dorm room an hour before any classes started, nearly skipping through the hallways, her handbag loaded up with her prized gun, extra ammunition, and every type of card, chip, and set of dice she could think of. She knew by now exactly where Yumeko would be, in the common area and eating some sort of pastry, and the moment she spotted the table (thankfully empty, Ryota must not have met up with her yet) she grinned, her heart beating faster.

    "Yumeko!~ It's been a long time since we've seen each other...How's it been going since you dealt with the President?"

    She'd looked up from her plate with that innocent smile, seeming to brighten up at once. "Oh, Midari! It's nice seeing you here! We had a thrilling game! I'm really looking forward to seeing what she cooks up next time..."

    "Yeah, I heard it was intense, the whole council was talking about it. But enough about the past. Got any plans lined up for the day?"

    "Not yet, but I'm sure I'll find something! There are always games going on here!"

    "Well, if you don't have anything yet...I WANT A REMATCH!" She'd hoped to play it cool, but her eagerness was getting the best of her. Still, she'd ask fair and square this time. No kidnapping or arrests. "Just hear me out, I've got something that'll knock those stockings right off! Look, I've got all of the stuff ready, so just let me explain the rul-"

    "Alright, Midari...how would you feel about a different kind of game this time? It isn't played with cards or chips, but it's still a gamble.~"

    What? Not played with cards or chips? But she'd spent weeks planning this, setting up everything they needed, ironing out all of the rules, making sure it was going to be as dangerous as possible! Was all of her hard work just going to go to waste? And what would even be entertaining about a game without any of those things? "Why would I want to play a different game? We had so much fun last time!" she pleaded, leaning closer to the table and digging through her bag until her hands clasped cold metal. She whipped it out, holding her hand towards her. "Yumeko, please just take my gun and let's go set things up! One shot, I'll let you have a free shot at me! Please, just press the barrel against my head and-"

    "No guns, or I don't play with you at all." Yumeko stated quietly, smile disappearing as she let disdain fill her voice. Her hand reached out to gently take the gun, setting it down on the table before she turned back around. "I already told you that there isn't any true risk when those are involved, not when you're so eager to die. If you aren't willing to play by my rules, I can have plenty of fun with Ryota, and you can just go by yourself and-"

    No, she couldn't choose that spineless bastard over her! He didn't deserve her, he didn't appreciate her the way she did! He was just her pet, her pawn, not someone who understood the true appeal of gambling, the thrill of surprises! "Okay! Okay, I'll do it! Whatever it is I'll do it, just name the rules! I need you, Yumeko, please! You're all I've thought about since that day! All I can think about is the rush I got when we were together, that look in your eyes...Relieve me, relieve me of all of this pent up pressure!~" She was pleading now, getting down onto her knees, staring up at the woman who held all of the power, who was her only chance at getting some relief before she went mad with lust and boredom.

    Yumeko finally smiled again, and though her face held the same cheerful innocence she often wore, she could have sworn she saw those eyes flash for a moment, that briefest glimpse of the creature she so idolized stirring beneath the surface. 

    "Actually, you're going to be feeling even more pressure before our game is over, Midari. You're going to be groveling at my feet, begging for relief.~"

    ~~~

    And so Yumeko had told her the rules of her game. She was to go about her day today as normal, with a few exceptions: 

    1. She wasn't to use the restroom or otherwise relieve herself (be it intentionally or unintentionally) until after she was given explicit permission from Yumeko. If she broke this rule before classes let out for the day, Yumeko would cancel their fun entirely. 

    2. For an extra element of chance, after every class, they would meet up in the hallway and Yumeko would flip two coins. If they both landed on tails, nothing would happen. One head, and she would be forced to down half a bottle of water right there in the few minutes before her next class, or if two heads, it would be an entire bottle. Anything else she chose to drink throughout the day and how much was entirely her choice.

    And finally, what was probably going to be the most difficult part of the challenge:

    3. She was forbidden from being anything but pleasant to Ryota if they happened to cross paths.

    She still wasn't sure how the hell having to piss was going to be anywhere close to the thrill she could seek from a gun, but this was the task Yumeko had given her, so she was determined to follow orders and see where it led. Yumeko had promised that after classes were over, they'd 'move somewhere more private for the real fun to begin', and, well...she hoped at least some of what her idol had in mind was close to what was now running rampant through her own imagination...

    ~~~

    If there was one benefit to this game of Yumeko's that she hadn't expected, it was how much more sensitive her full bladder seemed to make everything else.

    The first three classes hadn't been bad at all (she'd downed the bottle and a half from the coin flips with ease), and while lunch had been uncomfortable, it had still been manageable (so much so, in fact, that she'd downed an entire can of tea with her food, just to liven the rest of the challenge up). But things had started hitting harder for her next class, and another half bottle had actually sent nerves running through her. Although, that only served to heighten her excitement. If she was actually starting to sweat, maybe this wasn't going to be so boring after all...

    After a while of shifting and squirming in her seat during the daily council meeting, she'd ditched the room for one of her usual 'bathroom breaks'. On her way out she'd heard a few of the members muttering to each other about her awkward body language. It was ironic, actually. The one time she actually did need to piss and had a valid excuse to bust out of there, and she wasn't even going to go.

    Stepping into the stall and seeing the toilet had her shoving a hand down her skirt for an entirely different reason than usual as she was forced to cross her legs, groaning quietly. She really hadn't expected all of that water to catch up with her so early on in the challenge, but she was quickly approaching the closest she'd ever come to actual desperation. She wasn't going to let out a drop though. She had to save everything for Yumeko!

    "Yumeko..."

    Just whispering her name sent chills through her, her body shuddering before she'd sat down on the toilet. She'd had to clench her lower muscles tightly as they threatened to contract again. Fuck, she had to piss.

    "Fuck..."

    Closing her eyes and leaning her head back, she'd tried to ignore the present urge in favor of taking care of other urges. It was slow going at first. Despite her desire, it was hard to relax and get into the mood when most of her energy was focused on the constant throbbing in her abdomen. Every light touch had her stiffening up or squirming on the cold porcelain as the urgency spiked, and she had to cross her legs more than once in order to maintain control.

    But once she'd finally started to get into the rhythm of things? Once the lighter touches started adding up, and when she'd started to regain the ability to focus on the feeling of sensations besides her bladder's urges? Those other delicious tingles, the teasing drips that ran along such a sensitive area, reminding her what else could be dripping if she would just let go...

    Holy shit.

    She hadn't done anything else different from her usual stroking routine, but every single nerve seemed to be on edge, every bit of stimuli amplified tenfold. It was rolling through her body in dizzying waves, at one point so intense that she'd nearly blacked out, the bathroom stall speckling at the edges of her vison as she gasped for air, barely able to make out her ragged voice over the ringing in her ears. Mother of fuck. The only thing that kept her conscious was the absolutely burning throbbing between her legs, her hand pressed hard against the slick, pulsing part of her that was now trying to force a jet of piss out of her with all its strength. She could feel her bladder contracting along with the aftershocks, could feel everything running up her urethra, teetering right on the edge of coming out as she gently rocked in place, shuddering, with her palm serving as the only thing stopping her from losing complete control. 

    "You can do this...Y-You can do this..." she muttered repeatedly, biting down on her lip and moaning as she waited for her body to ride out the afterglow of pleasure. Slowly, her breathing began to steady, the sensation below beginning to dull as she lost her hypersensitivity, and after a few minutes she managed to pull her hand back to wipe it off with a wad of toilet paper, relying on her clenching muscles alone to hold back the flood. 

    Sweat was dripping along her forehead as she leaned her head back, closing her eyes. That was...well, it wasn't exactly at the top of her list when it came to euphoric experiences (gunplay was always going to rest at the top, forever coveted until she could find someone to engage in it with her), but...

    "What a fuckin' rush..."

    Light tapping on tile caught her attention as the restroom door creaked open, and she could see black dress shoes with white socks below the stall's opening, slowly creeping into the room in front of her. They hadn't dared come close to her stall, lurking back towards the sinks, but she could see them shuffling from side to side, eventually crossing over each other and hopping around as a hesitant knocking sounded against the granite counter. 

    "U-Um...Miss Midari? A-Are you...almost done? I-I know you don't like being, er, interrupted, b-but the other restrooms are closed for cleaning, a-and it's kind of an emergency..." The legs stepped back out of range from her limited vision as soon as the girl had finished squeaking out her question, and she just barely caught a frantically murmured "Pleasepleasedon'tshootmeohgoshpleasedon'tshoot!" She was sure that last bit had been more of a desperate prayer (how pointless), certainly not actually aimed at her.

    Any other time, she probably would have been pissed off enough to storm out and scare the living daylights out of whatever poor girl had bothered her during these special times, maybe even toy with the little thing for a bit if she wanted to get any pleasure to make up for the ruined session. But today...well, she was still in one of the most blissful afterglows of her life, so she supposed she could afford to be forgiving.

    And actually...perhaps this girl could do a little something for her after all...

    "It's fine, I don't give a shit. Just hop in and go before you piss yourself, I can see you wriggling like a toddler out there."

    The girl was hesitating, shuffing around in silence for a moment before she spoke up again, sneaking back into view as she paused in front of her stall. "Um...a-are you sure? I-It's really okay?"

    She guessed she couldn't fault her for being so cautious. It wasn't exactly above her morals to pull a trick once in a while, only to twist it around to get what she really wanted. "I'm serious, I really don't care. Just hurry up before I change my mind!"

    "Oh...o-okay...Thank you, M-Miss Midari! I really appreciate it!" Darting footsteps tapped to her left as the girl ran into a stall a couple of doors down from her own, slamming it shut and fumbling with the lock before she got situated, moaning and whimpering under her breath the whole time. 

    That's it, just let go. You must be so damn desperate...

    The moment she heard the torrent hitting the bowl she doubled over, biting down on her knuckles to muffle a cry of her own as she heard the girl huffing in relief. Her urge had just barely settled back to an ache earlier, but now it was back in full force, throbbing harshly as she squirmed around, crossing her legs so tightly that her thighs soon burned with the strain. It was splattering so loudly, hissing and pouring, the sound echoing around the otherwise silent bathroom...her bladder spasmed again, and she just barely clenched her muscles back to prevent a leak, tears springing to her eyes as she fought to breathe quietly through her nose.

    It's torture...Fucking hell, it's absolute torture!

    Thank you, Yumeko, you devil. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!

    It was all she could do to focus on her pulsing bladder instead of the slowly-returning arousal below, keeping still and trying to breathe calmly instead of giving in to the sensation as the girl stepped out to wash her hands, the running water almost as agonizing. She really couldn't risk a second wave right now. No, as delicious as this suffering was, she needed to wait for a few hours, let her aching bladder settle while she distracted herself with mundane things. 

    She needed to wait for Yumeko.

    Yes...that would be far more pleasurable than anything she could conceive of doing to herself right now...

    ~~~

    Two wonderfully brutal hours later (and a final half bottle of water she'd barely been able to drink, one that the coin had only given her because her hands were shaking too badly to actually flip it), after final classes had let out for the day, she'd wasted no time tracking the little devil down, speed-walking through the hallways and trying not to stop too often. Once she finally found her she couldn't help rocking back and forth and bouncing in place where she stood, only partially out of eagerness. "Yumeko, I've followed-ah, all of your orders! Let's-ngh, start the game!"

    Yumeko hummed to herself, looking her over carefully before she smiled, clasping her hands together. "Wow, you really can't keep still, can you? Alright, let's go down to that room of yours! This is going to be so much fun!~" She was giggling, grasping her hand and pulling her along as she skipped down the hallways.

    It was such a strange, cheerful tone Yumeko was using, but she didn't mind it. It was the complete opposite of Yumeko's true aesthetic, that cold, calculating, crazy bitch that lurked under the surface, and it only served to make her even more excited about what was to come, sending her blood rushing with the dose of unease that came with wondering when that façade would be cast aside, wondering when Yumeko would rip into her once again...

    Would she treat her just as cruelly as she had the last time they'd played together, berate her and act like she wasn't worthy of being anywhere near her level? 

    Just the thought sent a shiver through her, and she tensed up, pausing in her steps and squeezing her thighs together as the throbbing between her legs spiked. How many of those bottles have I downed now? Fuck, there was that tea too...

    "You're almost bursting, aren't you? Don't slow down now though!" Yumeko chided, pouting for a moment. "We're just about to have some fun, aren't we?"

    Of course, she couldn't stop now! The sooner they got there, the sooner she could see what Yumeko was really planning to do to her, the sooner they could be alone, together, just the two of them in a soundproof room...

    Bladder be damned, she tightened her grip on Yumeko's hand, taking the lead as she nearly bolted the rest of the way to their destination. They reached the door in a couple of minutes, and she hopped around, crossing her legs against increasingly-insistent aches as she yanked the key from her vest pocket.

    "Now, once we step inside, you need to stand still with your arms apart so I can frisk you, okay?~" Yumeko giggled.

    Damn it. 

    She should have known Yumeko wouldn't have changed her mind about the no gun rule.

    Scowling, she unlocked the door and waited inside, standing as still as could be while Yumeko closed the door behind them. The girl was smiling as she made her way over, walking slowly to encircle her before she placed her hands on her shoulders, slowly feeling along the fabric of her sleeves. Those hands soon slid to move along her back, then crept forwards, reaching under and moving over her chest in firm, thorough strokes. The slight bit of attention already had her pulse spiking, and she bit back a moan, closing her eyes and trying to lean further into those fingers.

    "Uh-uh! This is a serious pat down!" Yumeko huffed, pulling her hands away for a minute before she stepped around, bringing them back to feel along her waist and down her legs in a way that made her want to melt. "You're desperate though, aren't you, Midari? Just these light strokes are enough to have you on the verge of begging, aren't they?" she whispered in her ear, a finger brushing her lip for a split second. 

    Her single gun was swiftly yanked out of her hiding place and unloaded, tossed across the room with an empty clatter.

    "You disgust me."

    Without any warning, fingers ran down her stomach and towards her bladder in a single swift motion, pressing into her swollen skin one at a time. Two. Four. Six. Eight. All ten, massaging in small circles and feeling around every aching inch, forcing her breath to hitch and gasp as she struggled to stay perfectly still, and not send her hands lunging downwards. Stronger pulses kept striking in new spots as Yumeko continued to feel around like she was molding clay, and she clenched her muscles as tightly as she could against the sudden rush of burning pressure, tears beginning to prick at her eyes.

    "How about now, Midari? How close are you to losing control and begging me to help you with what you can't accomplish yourself? It's just like our last game, isn't it? Except, this time..." Oh fuck, it was Yumeko's real voice this time, that heartless tone that sent tingles through every inch of her, disdain practically dripping in every word. "This time I'm in charge of the rules. I'm the one getting the pleasure out of this. I'm not here to serve your suicidal whims, you're here to serve me." 

    Her breathing was quickening the longer Yumeko went on, that familiar ache filling every fibre of her body as she squeezed her thighs together for another purpose, a moan escaping her lips. But even before that ripple of pleasure could run through her, a wave of pressure nearly overtook her, her abdomen quivering with an especially frantic spasm that had her legs trembling.

    "Yumeko, fuck, I-I think I'm gonna-"

    "What did I say about who was in charge, Midari? You aren't allowed to let a drop go until I say so. Follow the rules of the game. Hold it."

    She was outright panting now, straining every inch of her body into tightening up where she stood, still unsure if she was allowed to grab herself or cross her legs. The throbs were absolutely relentless now, each pulse reminding her of how damn full she was, how long she'd been holding it all in, how close she was to exploding.

    "You are going to wait for however long I want you to, no matter what I do to you. And then I'm going to savor watching you lose control...Is that clear?"

    She was in so much pain that she wanted to cry, her breathing unsteady, but she found herself grinning anyways, a sharp cackle bursting from her no matter how badly it shook her bladder. "You know, this is pretty damn close to what you fussed at me for. No matter what, my body's gonna give out eventually, so you'll still get what you want. Not much of a gamble, is it?"

    "But isn't this what you wanted? An excuse for me to berate you like the pathetic person you are? Time with just the two of us and no one to interfere? A game where all of my focus is on you?"

    If she wasn't so busy trying not to piss herself, she probably would have creamed her skirt right there. Was Yumeko actually just doing this for her?

    "Y-Yeah, but..."

    Yumeko had stepped forward again, pressing her larger chest right up against hers, those entrancing red eyes staring into her as a hand crept around her neck, squeezing tighter and pulling until their lips were locked. Yumeko pulled away before she could make any attempts to prolong the kiss, smirking.

    "It'll still be a guessing game of when you'll lose it, right? Every move you make will be a gamble to hold it in!"

    ~~~

    Damn, she had to piss so badly she could barely think about anything else, could hardly focus on taking in the image of Yumeko lying, still clothed, underneath her, face flushed and eyes practically glowing with that delicious, terrifying gaze. She couldn't stop the strange lap dance she was giving, her crotch grinding into that soft stomach with no sense of rhythm, rocking this way and that and suddenly jerking to change direction mid-movement. She just had to find the right angle, the right sense of pressure to keep the flood at bay for just a few more seconds, please, just a moment where the burning pressure at the edge wasn't shrieking at her.

    "Fuck, Yumeko, please..."

    Her thighs kept clenching around the body beneath her for all that they were worth, tingling and shaking as she strained the muscles to squeeze harder still, but it did nothing but add extra pressure between her legs, sent beads of teasing sweat rolling along them. She was trying so hard not to breathe, not daring to inflate her core with air that could take up precious space, and the dizziness was amazing, sending her vision dancing and adding yet another rush of pleasure that threatened to overtake her. It was wet down there, wet and clenching, over and over against nothing, fuck she needed to-

    She had to gasp for air just before she blacked out, her breaths coming out ragged and desperate, quick and short alternating with longer heaves as she lowered her head to rest against Yumeko's, each inhale sending waves of agony through her bladder, sending more waves of pleasure through overstimulated organs that were still trying to recover from the euphoria she'd just ridden out. The pressure was still there, it was still there and it was such sublime torture, and she had to keep squirming even though her crotch was begging her to stay still to recover, each wave of friction hurting and causing her to flinch.

    A fresh burst of warmth joined the slimy moisture between her legs, and she cried out, burying her face into Yumeko's neck as she shoved her hands against her crotch. It hurt, oh, it hurt, and no matter how hard she strained and clenched it kept coming, pouring out between her fingers and pooling into the fabric of the dress shirt below her.

    "No! N-No, nonono!!! We can't stop the fun now, we can't!!!"

    She liked to think her willpower had been what had finally sealed off the leak, but in reality it was Yumeko's hand, slipping past her own to squeeze and press against her most intimate areas.

    "I'm only helping you for a moment while you collect yourself. This is still a gamble, right? The rest of the game will be on you."

    She tried to nod, but all she ended up doing was sinking her teeth into Yumeko's neck to muffle an agonized, overjoyed scream. Yumeko was touching her, she was touching her and fuck, that was what she dreamed about so often, a satisfying thought-turned-reality that almost made her body overload yet again. She couldn't help a quick buck against those fingers, but that only earned a swat on her ass that forced her to yelp, another quick spurt of urine escaping.

    "Now now, that isn't fair! This game isn't about getting whatever you want! No breaking the rules!"

    And then Yumeko withdrew her hand, leaving her to fend off the inevitable alone. "FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCK!"

    She had to piss, she had to piss so badly she couldn't stand it, every breath, every tiny motion making the urge worse and worse, reminding her that no matter how much she begged and pleaded and moaned, it was going to come out soon, it was going to come out and the game would end and she couldn't stave it off forever. She was writhing around like her life depended on it, shoving her hands into her crotch and grinding against Yumeko, crying and gasping and unable to help the saliva dripping from her mouth, unable to help the slick that was still dripping and being produced in the same area where another liquid was barely being contained. "I don't want to go yet, I can't, please pleasepleaseplease don't let me, d-don't let me-"

    Another teasing spurt ran along her fingers and she sobbed, rocking her hips with a whimper. She'd been holding for so long now, it was almost hard to imagine actually letting go completely, and these leaks were only serving to sharpen the burning pain below, not relieve it. But damn, it felt amazing, the constant pressure and pain teasing her in ways normal ministrations could never hope to.

    I can't let our game end yet! 

    "Y-Yumeko!" she gasped out, shifting to try and grasp her crotch more firmly. "The gun, g-get the gun!" She could see Yumeko raising up her head to glare at her, so she hurried to finish speaking before she could be interrupted. "I know it's empty, I'm-ah, n-not gonna fuckin' shoot it! J-Just hand it to me, please!"

    Yumeko looked skeptical, but she had the mercy (or maybe just curiosity) to fulfill her request, shifting her arms behind her and pushing to slide herself further back along the floor until she could reach the weapon. Once she grasped it, she held it out to her.

    She snatched it immediately with one hand, fumbling to shift it in her fingers until she had it with the handle up, the barrel facing towards herself. Perfect. Bracing herself, she raised herself up from Yumeko's wet stomach, wasting no time shoving the metal between her legs and pressing it as closely against her crotch as she could, squeezing her thighs shut around it. The shocking cold of the object forced her to leak a small spurt, but after her body heat began to warm it she regained control. 

    "Mmm, that's creative...I suppose I won't count the gun against you for this..." Yumeko murmured, pulling on the collar of her vest until she adjusted, sitting on her knees, still on top of her stomach. "Let's see how much longer you can go..." With a devilish grin, she'd yanked her to lean down further, capturing her lower lip in a bite that drew blood.

    She couldn't help moaning, her remaining eye closing as she tried to focus her other senses on capturing this moment. The smell of Yumeko's perfume, so much sweeter and more gentle than the girl who wore it. Her pants and murmurs in her ears, the warm hands roaming through her hair and down her neck to stroke her collarbones, and soon slipping under her shirts to run along her stomach.

    "You're so pretty, Midari...It's a shame you're such a wreck."

    Oh fuck, her hands were just barely brushing along her abdomen, but it was still enough to send fresh waves of desperation shuddering through her, her hands tightening their grip on Yumeko's top as she squirmed. "No, nononono-"

    Her bladder spasmed again, sharp and agonizing, and no matter how hard she clenched, a hot stream drenched the gun, running down the barrel and wetting her legs. Breath hitching, she bucked, half-grinding against the metal object in a last-ditch attempt to increase the pressure, but it was no use. She was completely losing control now, her abdomen becoming strangely warm as her bladder began to empty of its own will. 

    "Fuck...I-I can't..."

    She was clenching every muscle, but piss was still flooding out of her, loud hissing and her own ragged gasps filling the room as she collapsed against Yumeko, her face resting between her breasts. The girl's fingers laced themselves through her hair, gripping it tightly enough to hurt as she pulled her head up to make eye contact, while the other pulled the gun out from between her legs, dangling the dripping thing in front of her.

    "You've ruined your favourite toy, haven't you? You're so tired you can barely move, you're drenched with more than just piss, and I think even less of you now than I already did...how does that make you feel, Midari? Who's the winner of this little game?"

    She knew the answer was supposed to be 'Yumeko'. This whole thing was supposed to be payback for her own game, proving a point by doing something that primarily gave Yumeko pleasure while she suffered, just like how Yumeko had suffered through a boring gamble for her own twisted benefit. And it had definitely given Yumeko pleasure. The girl's eyes were nearly glowing, her chest heaving with her own breathless pants and her face blazing red, her legs quivering underneath where she was sitting. Damn, she hadn't even needed to rub one out, coming just from the show alone. 

    But...lying here with sopping wet fabric underneath her, soaking her own clothes as relief began to make her head spin, having been pushed to her absolute limit, put through pure hell and agony with something that could be done over long stretches of time, instead of the split-second highs the click of her gun could offer...being brought to a pitiful condition like this...and with Yumeko getting so physical with her, paying attention to only her for a good hour or two...

    "Actually..." she huffed, a giddy smile working its way onto her face despite her exhaustion. "I think...this is more of a draw. We might have to go for another round to decide..."

    "So you still haven't learned your lesson..." Despite the cold gaze, she could tell that, this time, it was more for show than actual disappointment. "I guess I'll have to raise the stakes then..."
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    I'm giving fair warning right now. There is messing involved with this story.
    If you don't like Messing, then you have 2 options:
    1) Turn back now and find another story to read
    2) Read it anyway, but keep your comments about how you don't like Messing to yourself.

     

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

     

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



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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    "Hey are you okay?"

     

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

     

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

     

    "If you say so..."



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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    "Why?"

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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



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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    "What's it to y-?!"

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    "Really?"

     

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

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

     


    Chapter 4

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

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

     

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

     

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    Jay's Backstory

     

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

     

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

     

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

  1. * ok , so before I start I'd like to inform everyone that this a reader insert , so in this chapter you , yourself will be participating in this chapter anything in parentheses is where you fill out details about yourself , also the reader ( you ) is a girl , so if your a guy just imagine it differently replace all the female aspects with male aspects , or just pretend to be a girl the rest is up to you anyways enjoy !

     

    ( Your name ) p.o.v

     

    I came home at 4am in the morning actually that was pretty early , for me to come home usually i don't get home till like 10am , and that's
    just on a regular day . I really honestly am never home these days even when i get home I just barely have time to change maybe grab a
    piece of toast , and instant ramen . I have a night , and day job , and sometimes I do other work on the side. In the evening , and night
    I work as a cleaning lady , for a family . The day I work as a waitress , and baker at a cafe . also cater , and entertain on the side , and when I say entertain what I mean is that I usually have to dress up in some kind of getup , and entertain the guest kind of like a hostess
    depending on the event , and the theme of said occasion . I don't do the dirty though sure I've danced a little , and maybe aroused some
    men at some bachelor parties , but nothing more than a skimpy garish outfit , and some fake seduction I 'm just there to look pretty , and maybe serve some food , so nothing drastic. As many can tell I have a pretty full schedule , and probably many are wondering just why does a young girl like me have , so many jobs , and such a full schedule to the point where I never see my tiny little apartment in the
    slums.

     

    Well let's just say I've got a lot on my plate right now. And my family in the past got me in trouble which leads to my current choice of lifestyle. My Parent's are both deceased , however , they left me quite a bit of problems to solve , and I don't mean that figuratively I mean that literally. I'm not really an Angel either though because some of the money I've used to pay back in the past before I had all
    these jobs was made from scams , and gambling . Is this the life I wanted nope . I guess if I were to somehow get rid of all these problems the thing I would desire to do is maybe open a small cafe settle down with a man who loves me , and although gambling is
    a bad habit of mine I'd love to marry a man who own's a casino that's more wishful thinking though . As long as he loves me , and will
    rub my sore feet once a while that's perfect as , for family to tired to think about kids right now I mean I clean up after them , and adults
    all the time . I'm an independent woman I don't need a man to solve all my problems , but God it would be , so nice to find a man who
    loves me enough to just massage my feet , for free . Uhh my are feet killing me. I'm , so lucky though that the party was short last night.

     


    Because now I have a little free time to actually rest my poor little feet not enough , for a long sleep , but good enough. I just lay there on the sofa reclining my feet , and taking a break , but also making sure to keep an eye on the digital clock on the wall. I'd say I'd have about a few minutes , or longer . Although my shift hasn't started , yet if I go in early I can make some extra tips that makes less dead weight , for me. Yeah good plan I'll go with that.

     

    flip flop . I perked my ears , and opened my tired eyes the mail just came in I better go check. I sighed as I put weight on my bare feet ,and walked to the front door where the mail slot was , and picked up the small pile . Ok what do I got here bills , bills bills . Hmm yeah by tonight I'll have enough to at least pay those check. And what else oh a stupid advertisement , for house keeping yeah I do that , for a living like I'm gonna pay someone to do that. More junk mail , oh coupons keep those in case oh hello what is this ?

     


    I stared in puzzled at the last letter in the pile it was extremely elegant looking nothing I was used to getting. The front had my address , but no return address , and everything was hand written in nice ink handwriting the back had a seal with the initial O. Well I guess I have
    to open it to find out as I opened the letter the scent of roses greeted me , and my eyes widened as I looked upon what was written.

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    CHAPTER 3 - Golden Erza

     

    GRAY POV

     

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

     

    *tries to stand up*

     

    "Damn! My right leg is busted"

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    The robot slowly vanished into the darkness.

     

    ERZA POV

     

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

     

    5 Minutes Later...

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    "J-Juvia?" I ask

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    "Not exactly..." I reply.

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    "Here are the rules:

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    Re-quip, Seduction Armor

     

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

     

    "OUCH!" cries Lucy.

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    "AH! NO! NO!" shouts Erza.

     

    "LUCY KICK!"

     

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

     

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

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

     

     

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

     

     

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

     

     

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

     

     

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

     

     

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

     

     

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

     

     

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

     

     

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

     

     

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

     

     

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

     

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    “That sounds fun!”

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    “Would you play it with me?”

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     


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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    “Are you sure?” he asked.

     

    “Yes,” she nodded slightly.

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    ***

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    "Bandits!"

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    ***

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    “My Queen” Hamil said as he walked in.

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

     

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

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

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

  8. I don't know metroid. This story contion a messing,wetting and diapers
    Samus has trucking down a monster that she had no close what it could do her goal was to capture the monster and that it back to the base. As Samus open the pod door something shot asid on her suit "system damage system going into lock down for 24 hours" her suit said "dam it what the hell was that acid" Samus said having to take her suit off she heard almost crying coming from the next room she took out her pasma pistol. As she walked into the next room she was shocked to see what in the room. She quickly looked around the room for any form of life seeing that there wasn't any she went for a closer look as she got closer she saw what the object was it was a crib but a crib for someone her size she open the deck next to it to found diapers her size and everything you need for changing diapers. After seeing that Samus felt off like she was meant to wear them but know she couldn't with a reason. Samus then felt her bladder fell up and needing to emety its self and soon before she could do anything she wet herself right then and there felling her piss run down her legs she started crying. "sweat heart is that you?" A female voice said Samus turning to see how it was she was shocked to see her mother standing there "mommy but I though you died" Samus said "now now baby girl Mommy is all right but the real question is did you pee yourself?" Samus "mother" said.
    "Sorry mommy I couldn't hold it" Samus said "that's alright we just know you woun't be ready for potty training lets get you in a diaper ok" Samus's mother said Samus nodded letting her "mother" get her out of her suit and into nothing but a diaper "there all diapered up" Samus mother said "mommy I have to go poopy" Samus said "that what your diaper is for just let it go let everything go and be my cute daiper baby girl" Samus's mother said Samus sound as she was told pushing out a load into her diaper forget everything after a few poops landed in her diaper Samus looked at her mother drooling and babing like the baby is she now. "The hunter is done my job is complete" Samus mother said "I hope you like your new life Samus Aran because your be in diapers for a long time if not for the rest of your life her mother said turning to a Lazard beast Samus sound asleep in the crib sucking on her thump. What will happened to Samus will she turn back to her normal self or will she stay as the beast diapered girl? Found out in part 2

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    “Please don’t make me beg.” The red headed woman said.

     

    “But we had plans!” Emily said. “It’s Valentines Day! I’m going out with my wife.”

     

    “You know I haven’t had a single night alone with him since Izzy was born. Please! I would have gotten a sitter if I knew, but he wanted it to be a surprise.” Misty said.

     

    “Let me guess. Ash thought it wouldn’t be a big deal to spring this on us at the last minute? Anna! Back me up here! Anna?” Emily sighed as she turned to find her wife, utterly oblivious to the situation.

     

    “Wee! Wee!” Anna said, as she lifted the one-year-old baby girl in the air, much to the baby’s delight, as it squealed and giggled with glee.

     

    “Anna!” Emily said.

     

    “What?” She asked, without turning her attention away from the newest addition to the family.

     

    “Misty wants us to babysit tonight.”

     

    “Oh, you here that, Izzy? It’s just the three of us tonight!”

     

    “Anna! It’s Valentines Day! We both took the night off to be together.” Emily said. Anna’s eyes widened as the light inside clicked. She looked from the baby, then back to Emily and Misty.

     

    “Please!” Misty begged, as she folded her hands in prayer.

     

    “We can always go out anther night, Em.” Anna said, as she bounced Izzy on her knee.

     

    “But…but…” Emily let out a sigh of defeat. “Fine.” She mumbled, before a pair of arms was thrust around her and she found herself suffocating in a pair of her sister-in-laws- breasts. Times like these she hated being so short. “Misty! Can’t breathe!” Emily said, poking the woman’s shoulder.

     

    “Thank you! You have no idea what this means to me! When you two have kids I’ll totally babysit for you.” Misty said. “You’re the best sister-in-law ever!”

     

    “Hey, I thought I was your favorite.” Anna said, a fake pout formed on her lips.

     

    Emily’s head reeled as Anna and Misty talked about Izzy’s routine. Her? Have kids? With Anna? Her face flushed at the idea. She stole a glance at her wife, who was busy blowing raspberries on Izzy’s tummy. Anna was the one who liked kids. Emily…not so much. They cried; they were too loud; they threw up on everything. Her thoughts were interrupted by the loud baby shrieks and wails. See? Happy one minute, and on a rampage the next.

     

    “What’s the matter, baby girl?” Anna asked. Her question was only met by louder shrieks. Emily sighed and joined the others in the living room while trying to hide her disappointment. She had really been looking forward to this evening. The two of them had been so busy with the company it seemed they hardly spent any time with each other outside of work. They hadn’t even gone on a honeymoon yet.

     

    “Here, let me take her. She’s probably hungry.” Misty said, scooping the wailing infant in her arms, before taking the seat next to Emily. Great, Emily thought. She was starting to get a headache from all the noise. “Anyone care if I feed her here?”

     

    “Go for it.” Anna said. Anna smirked as she watched Emily’s expression, as Misty lifted up her shirt and coaxed the baby on.

     

    Emily could feel her face turning red under Anna’s knowing gaze, as she pretended to be interested in anything other than what was happening mere inches to her right. At least the baby had stopped crying, she thought with a sigh.

     

    “That’s my girl, drink up. Mommy loves you.” Misty cooed to suckling infant. Emily bit her lip, as she met her own mommy’s gaze. Anna winked at her and mouthed the word later.

     

    This was all the regressions fault, Emily thought. What a strange side effect. She had always put up such a fight with Anna when they had been dating, when in reality, she had eaten the attention up. Once Izzy had been born, it had been obvious. Jealousy had given her away in the end. How sad was she? Being jealous of an actual baby.

     

    Emily felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She pulled it out and gulped as the senders name flashed across the screen. Anna grinned and stuck her phone back on the coffee table. Your turn will come, baby girl. Emily sighed. It just wouldn’t be tonight.

     


    “…There’s a bottle for her in the fridge, give it to her around six, and put her down around eight. We’re trying to put her on a schedule.” Misty said, naming off task after task.

     

    “We’ll be fine,” Anna said. “She’s down for the count in her bassinet. Maybe we’ll even get lucky enough, and she’ll just sleep all night while you’re gone.”

     

    Misty snorted. “Don’t get your hopes up. Diapers and supplies are in the nursery, there’s pacifiers in top drawer…”

     

    “They’ll be fine.” Ash said trying to pull his wife out by the arm.

     

    “And keep those Eevee’s away from her!”

     

    “Have fun you two!” Anna said with a wave as Ash and Misty left.

     

    “Should have been us.” Emily mumbled.

     

    “Shush, you, we can still have a good time.” Anna said, coming up from behind as she wrapped her arms around Emily’s chest. Emily smiled in contentment as she leaned back into Anna’s body. She was powerless against her backward hugs. “We can still have a little fun while she’s sleeping.”

     

    Anna led her by the hand to the couch in the living room. She sat down first and pulled Emily on top of her. Emily smiled and rested the side of her head against Anna’s chest as she listened to her heartbeat. It was her favorite place to be, cuddled up on the couch wrapped in Anna’s arms. “Mmm,” Emily mumbled as Anna rubbed her back. She could feel all her frustrations and insecurities melting away by the second.

     

    “Are you going to sit there all night, or are you going to kiss me?” Anna asked using the palm of her hand to sweep back Emily’s long, black bangs from her face.

     

    “Eventually.” Emily mumbled into her chest, eyes still closed.

     

    “Is my little girl too tired to play? Maybe I should just put you down for a nap instead.” Anna teased. Emily’s green eyes sprung open. “There she is.”

     

    She lifted her head up as their mouths met at the half way mark. How had she lasted those two years without her? Every simple kiss and touch reminded Emily she was happy- even if she was stuck at home on Valentine’s Day on diaper patrol. As long as Anna was by her side, she didn’t care where they were. Their kisses changed from quick and simple to long and passionate as they said what was on their minds without needing to speak. Anna was the first to break apart only to lay Emily down flat on the couch. Anna’s hungry blue eyes sized her up before continuing where she left off. She wanted nothing more than to take her up to their room, but they were both ready here and now. Anna was halfway out of her pants when the baby started crying,

     

    “I’m sorry,” Anna said as she gave Emily one last quick kiss on the lips before getting up.

     

    Emily let out an exasperated sigh. All worked up and nowhere to go. How much time had they gotten? She checked her phone. 20 minutes. This was going to be a long night.

     

    “Would you mind giving Izzy her bottle while I start on dinner?” Anna asked, re-appearing from the kitchen five minutes later with a now calmed baby in one arm and a bottle in the other.

     

    “Sure,” Emily said as the baby was deposited in her outstretched arms. “Mood killer.” She whispered to the baby. Izzy smiled and cooed reaching out for her bottle. “I just can’t stay mad at that smile. You’re lucky you’re cute.” She hummed as she watched Izzy suck down the bottle. “You sure were hungry; no wonder you were crying.”

     

    She looked around for her blanket, but it was nowhere in sight. “Please don’t make me regret this.” Emily mumbled as she picked Izzy up and put her on her shoulder. She patted her back a few times. “Baby burp, not baby barf.” She chanted. The cool liquid running down her shirt told her she lost. Why did she always have to tempt fate and play baby roulette?

     

    “Anna! I’m going upstairs to change!” Emily called from the bottom of the stairs.

     

    “Did you lose again? Didn’t you learn your lesson the last time?” Anna yelled back. “Mind changing her while you’re up there?”

     

    Emily stuck a finger in her onesie while she walked up the stairs. “You are soaked, little missy.” Izzy beamed with pride. “Let’s get you changed before you pee on me too.” Emily headed to the nursery and set her down on the large changing table. They had spared no expense on this child. Top of the line furniture was scattered throughout the room. “You sure are spoiled, you know that?” The little red head cooed in agreement. “Thank you for saving the mess for, Anna. We talked about this, remember? You poop after I change you, that way it’ll be her turn.” Izzy blew a raspberry in response. Emily took it as an agreement.

     

    “Oh, I see how it is. You’re tag teaming me.” Anna said from the doorway. “And here I had something for you.” Emily noticed the disposable in her hand and a smile crept across her face. “You sure have changed from the girl I watched over in the hospital.” Anna giggled.

     

    “Well, it’s different when you have to wear them.” Emily said with a blush while she finished up with Izzy. “Or when it was your aunt.”

     

    “You couldn’t even pee in the forest with me around.” Anna said scooping up Izzy and setting her down in her crib. She looked from Emily to the changing table. Emily followed her gaze.

     

    “N-no, you can’t be serious! I’ll break it!” Emily said. She took a step back as Anna approached. “How would we explain that to Misty?”

     

    “Sorry, my wife has a kink from being regressed as a child.” Anna said with a grin.
    “Oh, yeah? Just me? And you aren’t into playing mommy in the slightest?” Emily prodded.

     

    “Arms up, little one. You smell like baby barf.” Anna said. Emily raised her arms and let Anna take off her shirt.

     

    “Just helping to set the mood.”

     

    Anna knelt down and un-clasped Emily’s shorts before inching them down ever so slowly on purpose. Emily stole a worried glance over to Izzy. She was getting older. How long could they keep playing in front of her? The baby was currently pre-occupied sucking on her own toes. They’d be fine for a little while longer. Anna patted the table once Emily had been stripped naked. Emily turned her back to the table, jumped, and tried to hoist herself up with her hands, but after three failed attempts, Anna had to help her the rest of the way.

     

    “See, it’s fine, it’s not going to break.” Anna said, trying her best to hide her grin. Just because it held her, didn’t mean it fit her. The sight was downright comical.

     

    “This isn’t going to work.” Emily said, body spread-eagled over the dresser.

     

    “You’re right; it’s not. I just wanted to see what you looked like.” Anna said. She offered her a hand up. Emily let out a squeal when Anna picked her up and set her on the floor. It always took her by surprise just how strong Anna was. She made a mental note to join her in the gym next time.

     

    “Hey, wait a minute! That’s not the pull-up kind!” Emily said, watching Anna un-tape it.

     

    “No, it’s not.”

     

    “But…you know I feel about…you know.” Emily said with a blush. She didn’t want to re-enact the circumstances that had brought them together. Wearing them was one thing; using them was something entirely different.

     

    “I won’t force you, Em. I’ll take it off for you if you ask me too.” Emily breathed a sigh of relief. Anna understood what she wanted. She wanted to be cuddled, and loved on, and held. She didn’t want to do that. There were limits to how far she was willing to take this, and they were still exploring those boundaries. “You ready?” Emily nodded and raised her hips off the ground so Anna could slide it under her. She loved the way it crinkled. It was strange how something so negative to her had turned to into this. They assumed it had something to do with learning the truth about her past.

     

    Emily grinned in anticipation as Anna squirted baby oil in her hands. It was an unnecessary step, seeing as how the diapers were never used, but Emily loved the way Anna’s gentle hands caressed her skin. They locked eyes, and smiled, before she closed them as Anna began to massage her thighs and bottom. She took her time in order to cover every inch of skin and then some. Up and down her hands went, with Emily turning to putty with every stroke. Then came the baby powder; it’s calming scent relaxing her into an even deeper trance. All too soon it was over though, and the diaper was taped into place.

     

    It crinkled even more than the pull on did, Emily realized as she sat up. She rubbed up and down and listened to the plastic sing in response. She smiled, despite the fact that it reminded her of being in the hospital those years ago. It felt even better against her skin, hugging her tight in all the right places.

     

    “You like it?” Anna asked, already knowing the answer. She frowned in concern watching Emily’s eyes mist over. “What is it?”

     

    “Am I weird, for liking this?” Emily asked.

     

    “Very, but I wouldn’t have you any other way.” Anna said wrapping her arms around her partner. “Nothing about the two of us is normal, is there?”

     

    After picking up the fussy infant, who had begun banging on the bars of her crib, the trio made their way down stairs. Emily, now in a fresh t-shirt and diaper, sat with Izzy in her playpen. She would build a tower of blocks, and Izzy would knock them down with a giggle. Soon Izzy became more interested it eating the blocks than playing with them. She giggled and clapped her hands when Emily began making faces. After a few rounds, Izzy stopped laughing and scrunched up her face.

     

    “Are you making faces too?” Emily asked, but groaned when she recognized it. “Party pooper.”

     

    Izzy’s scrunched up race turned bright red, before it relaxed and a look of utter tranquility washed over her. She squealed and clapped her hands when she was finished as a way of saying, “I’m good now, let’s keep playing!”

     

    “Oh, Anna Oak!” Emily yelled towards the kitchen.

     

    “Yes?” Anna said, coming into the living room before she paused to sniff the air. “Alright, which one of you did it” Emily pointed to Izzy, only for Izzy to point back at Emily. “Emily, it was you?” Anna asked in fake disbelief.

     

    “Traitor.” Emily said as Izzy giggled. She blushed as Anna opened up the back of her diaper.

     

    “Nope, not Emily. Hmm, It wasn’t me, and it wasn’t Emily, that only leaves one other person.” Anna said as she attacked the baby with tickles as Izzy squealed. “Alright, stinky butt, let’s go get you cleaned up. Finish dinner for me while I take care of this one? Unless you want to trade.” Anna said holding out the fragrant infant.

     

    “That’s all you.” Emily said, fanning her nose. She stepped out the playpen and finished stirring the pasta. By the time Anna returned with a fresh and clean baby, Emily had already set the table and scooped up two and a half servings of spaghetti. “Should I give her sauce? It’s going to end up everywhere.”

     

    “It would be cute.” Anna said, setting the baby down in the highchair.

     

    “But we’d also be spending the whole night cleaning the kitchen.” Emily pointed out. “Let’s just stick with noodles.” No sooner had she set the plastic plate on the high chair, little fists grabbed handfuls of pasta, and began wearing it.

     

    “No sauce.” Anna agreed. She poured two glasses of white wine and set them down on the table. “Sorry we couldn’t go out tonight.”

     

    “As long as I’m with you.” Emily said, taking a sip.

     

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    “She’s finally asleep.” Anna whispered as she closed the door to the nursery. It had been next to impossible to put her down for the night, but somehow Anna had managed. She really had a way with kids of all ages, at least when her temper was under control.

     

    “I don’t get why Misty doesn’t just use her Jigglypuff.” Emily said. The former gym leader had had no problems using it on Emily when she had refused to go to sleep as a kid.

     

    “She doesn’t want her babies face covered in marker.” Anna said, taking her by the hand and leading her back downstairs. “They won’t be back for another two hours. Care to pick up where we left off?”

     

    “I’m going to grab something to drink first.” Emily said as she tried to make her way to the kitchen, before Anna grabbed her wrist.

     

    “Wait here, I’ll get it.” Something about the way her eyes shone filled Emily with a nervous excitement. Her face flushed when Anna returned with one of Izzy’s bottles. Anna stopped and took in Emily’s expression. “Is this okay, or is it too far?”

     

    “It’s…okay.” Emily said with an embarrassed smile. Other than diapers, they hadn’t really introduced baby paraphernalia. It seemed a little backwards that they had started with diapers, but given Emily’s history, she had already been used to it. The only thing she had really wanted out of all this was the affection. Anna had looked it up on the computer, and showed Emily the results after she had come clean with her feelings a few months ago. The first thing Emily had done was put her foot down to spanking and Anna agreed. She didn’t think she could hit her even if she asked her to. Anna liked to tease her a bit. She thought it was cute when Emily got embarrassed, but she wasn’t out to humiliate her. Either one of them could say no at any time if it was too much.

     

    “Come here, baby girl.” Anna said patting her lap. Emily smiled, still feeling a bit hesitant before getting situated in Anna’s lap. “There we go.” Anna said, as Emily rested her head in her favorite position. “Open up.”

     

    “That’s not…?” Emily said, before her words were silenced by the rubber nipple.

     

    “No, it’s just milk.”

     

    With her worries put to rest, Emily closed her eyes and sucked. It was a bit awkward at first, but being held and cooed at by Anna was everything she had hoped. She loved the way Anna ran her fingers through her hair, and the way she called her her, baby girl. This moment would be perfect if it wasn’t for the fact she had to pee. The two glasses of wine had already moved through her. She wanted to enjoy this for as long as she could, so she tried to put it off. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, shuffled her feet, and bent her toes.

     

    “Something the matter, baby girl?” Anna asked. ”You haven’t asked to go potty all night. Are you wet?” She asked, patting the front of her diaper. Anna smiled as she watched Emily’s face turn red. She was so fun to tease, and she knew that dance all too well. “Do you want me to take you potty?” Emily shook her head; she didn’t want to get up yet. Anna patted her diaper again and let her be. She waited until she finished her bottle, whispering to her all along the way.

     

    Emily debated what to do, if she got up it would be the end of their play. Tapes weren’t like the pull on kind. If she took it off, she couldn’t put it back on. It would be pointless to ask Anna to put her in another; Ash and Misty would be back in the hour. She’d just have to hold it and try to enjoy the rest of their evening before it was time to put everything away. She tightened her grip around Anna’s chest and squeezed her legs together as much as she could.

     

    “What’s wrong? Don’t want to get up?” Anna asked, sliding her fingers through Emily’s hair. Emily nodded her head, locking eyes with her. “It’s okay if you want to use it.” Anna whispered. “I don’t want you to get up either.”

     

    “But…” Emily started to say, but was silenced by Anna’s finger on her lips.

     

    “You want some help?” Emily thought about it for a moment, before hiding her face and nodding. “Shh, it’s okay. Just relax.” Anna took her hand and ever so slowly traced her fingers up and down the front of her diaper. Emily fidgeted as she clenched her eyes shut. “Now doesn’t this bring back memories? I promise it won’t hurt this time.” Anna said, hand still rubbing down the front. Emily peeked her head out and locked eyes with her. “Go pee, baby girl.” Emily blushed bright red as she held her self still. She kept her eyes on Anna, who smiled wide and held her palm still against her diaper in waiting. Emily held Anna’s palm tighter against herself as she let go. Anna could feel the diaper growing warm and expanding. A hand down the front of Anna’s pants revealed Emily wasn’t the only one who enjoyed playing baby. “I love you, baby girl.”

     

    “I love you too.”

     

    “What’s that smile for? It’s awfully suspicious.”

     

    “Oh nothing,” Emily said as she rested against Anna’s chest with a wide smile on her face. “Do you want kids?” She asked after a few quiet minutes.

     

    “It would be nice, eventually, but for now, I think I’d like to have this little girl all to myself for a little while longer.” Anna said, before kissing the top of her head.

     

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    “Thank you, Ash. Dinner was great.” Misty said as they walked up the long stone path that led to the house. “It was nice to have a normal night out. Your sister may never forgive you though.”

     

    “Huh, what are you talking about?” Ash asked.

     

    “Your sister had plans tonight with Anna and had to give them up to babysit. You really should think of others, you know.”

     

    “But Emily was the one who made the reservations for us, she even called this morning to make sure it was still in place. Are you sure it wasn’t Anna who was upset?” Ash asked as they opened the front door. Misty paused for a moment as she took in the scene.

     

    “Wait outside.” Misty said shoving him back out.

     

    “Hey, wait, why?” Ash asked before getting the door closed on him.

     

    “I’ll tell you when you can come back.” She said, before approaching the two sleeping figures on the couch. She stood over them for a moment looking from Anna to Emily, who was sprawled out on top of her, a yellow stained diaper on full display. “You little manipulator.” Misty said under her breath, before shaking her head. She wasn’t even going to ask what they had been doing. “Anna, hey Anna, we’re back.” She whispered shaking her shoulder.

     

    Anna mumbled something under her breath before slowly opening her eyes. “Hey. What time is it?”

     

    “Time for you to take her upstairs and put some normal clothes on.” Misty said. She caught one of Izzy’s empty baby bottles on the coffee table. “Did you…were you two… was this my…?”

     

    “N-no!” Anna said as the memories flooded back. “Regular milk! I swear!”

     

    “I’m not even going to ask. I had Ash wait outside.”

     

    “Emily, wake up!” Anna said shaking her.

     

    “What is it, mommy?” Emily mumbled without opening her eyes. Anna’s face darkened in a deep blush as Misty covered her mouth while she laughed.

     

    “Misty’s here! Wake up! Go get dressed!” Anna hissed. Emily sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes before the scene before her sunk in. She looked down at herself, before letting out a startled, “eep!” She jumped off the couch and scurried up the stairs.

     

    “So…mommy, huh?” Misty asked with a smirk as Anna hid her face in her hands. “Sorry, but I’m only paying you for watching one baby tonight.”

  9. After several Hours of long and peaceful sleep, Blu finally woke up. The macaw stretched his wings and headed towards his bedroom window. Blu then looked outside to see that it was still daytime and that it was only the middle of the afternoon. "huh" the macaw had said with a smile, " looks like I still have some time to goof off a little before the kids come back", The macaw made his way towards the door. energized and now fully ready to begin his day, he began to take off into the sky.

     

    Blu felt a little bad that he wasn't heading his way towards Jewel to help her with the kids and the visit, especially since Blu knew how crazy the kids can act sometimes. However, Jewel had said that she would take care of the kids today and had told Blu to relax for the day. " If she said that, she must have been prepared for whatever happens today." After a few more minutes of thinking over the situation, Blu decided that he would simply relax for the rest of the day and somehow return the favor to Jewel later.

     

    While flying through the air, Blu had trouble deciding how to spend the rest of his day. "I could start a small soccer match." That thought however was immediately shut down when Blu remembered his last blunder at the last soccer game he played, in which Blu had inadvertently caused everyone to temporarily lose control over their food source to the scarlet macaw tribe. "They might still be a little mad about that... maybe i could go find something eat real quick." That idea was also shot down when Blu realized Jewel might get sore if he ruined his appetite before supper. Blu was puzzled. He hadn't been alone ever since he was with his owner/mother Linda. When she would work in her book shop, Blu would play with his toys, practice making funny noises, and either watch t.v or read books all day. There wasn't any responsibility or a family to look after. There wasn't any stress.

     

    But his thoughts on his past was interrupted by a familiar and friendly sound, "hey blue bird!" It was Nico and Pedro. Nico was his same old smooth self. he was a yellow bird with a white circle in the middle of his chest and black tips at the end of his wing and tail feathers. His best friend Pedro was a rather husky bird, with a mixture of black on his wings, back, and tail feathers and white on the rest of his body with the exception of his head, which was a bright red. Blu was well acquainted with the two of them and both were definitely considered to be close friends towards his family and him. They were, of course, one of the main reasons Blu and Jewel got together. "yo blu how's it hanging?'' Pedro had said with smile. "it's going good! how are you guys doing?" "we're just letting everyone know that we got ourselves a new club just on the other edge of the forest and everyone invited to it tomorrow night." "neat! count me and the rest of the family in!" "speaking of which, where is everyone else?" Nico said with a puzzled look. "oh! Jewel and the kids are visiting their aunt's." "why aren't you there?" "she gave me the day off!'' Blu had said with a smile. "hah! nice!" Said Pedro with a smirk. "Well, we better get going if we're gonna spread the word about the new club." said Nico hastily passing Blu. " We'll see you tomorrow Blu!" Pedro soon followed Nico and the two soon vanished behind the tree's and headed off to tell everyone of their new club.

     

    " I'll see you guys later!" After waving off a final goodbye, Blu continued to think of how to spend the rest of his day. "I know! I'll go visit Linda. It's been a while since i actually saw her." With his mind made up, Blu began to make his way towards the bird care facility.
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    I know this one is a bit boring, but don't worry, a major payoff is coming soon :). I also want to apologize again for taking so long to post another chapter, especially since this one isn't that magnificent. I will definitely put myself into high gear mode and publish new chapters a lot quicker from now on.

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  10. Warning: For those who may dislike it (although it's a slight spoiler, but only barely), there's a light amount of yuri in this. Since it's a Valentine’s Day story, I thought it was best to make that rather clear from the get-go.

     

    Oh, and thanks, frostyjr2, for taking the time to edit this story!
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    Sarah shifted in place uncertainly. It wasn't the waiting that was bugging her, it was the fact that she had drank a lot of tea before going out that was bugging her. Here she was, waiting at the bus stop for not only the bus, but also for her friend Alyson to show up. As she waited impatiently, Sarah recalled the conversation that had gotten her into this situation.

     

     

    "Want to go shopping with me tomorrow? I need to buy something," Alyson had asked her.

     

    "B-but tomorrow's Valentine's Day; if we were to be walking around together..."

     

    Alyson giggled at the time. "You think too much about these things; it's not like people will think we are going steady or anything, right?"

     

     

    Sarah shook her head at the memory of the last comment, her cheeks burning.
    "Why did I hesitate to answer that question?! I should have easily laughed it off, or said 'that's not what I meant'!" Sarah sighed. "Well, at least we're still going shopping, I need to pick up a few things." Sarah rubbed her legs subconsciously, feeling her need slowly grow.

     

    The weather was unusually warm, especially for the thick cloud cover above, so Sarah was wearing a short red skirt, along with a dark red long-sleeved shirt. Sarah had chosen to wear black knee socks today, along with red shoes. Sarah's constantly moving legs just barely flashed her pink panties, and noticing someone walk by, Sarah had to stop her legs twitching and push her skirt down to block them from view.
    Sarah's closed umbrella was pink, which seemed to piece the whole outfit together, and it truly was in theme with the holiday. What really annoyed Sarah, however, was that she hadn't planned it out at all, and she thought that it would give people the wrong idea about Alyson and her.

     

    "Sorry I'm late!" Sarah heard to her left, and she turned to see Alyson running, her purse trailing behind her. Alyson was wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt, along with grey shorts. Her blue tennis shoes helped her skid to a stop a few inches from Sarah. Alyson sat beside Sarah, apologizing again before she even hit the bench. "I'm sorry for making you wait on me, but I was waiting on something myself."

     

    "What were you waiting on?"

     

    Alyson paused, then said, "You'll find out later... so how long have you been waiting here?"

     

    Sarah looked at her phone before looking back. "About twenty minutes."

     

    Alyson was instantly apologizing again, and Sarah tried her best to make it seem like it was nothing, although her bladder was saying that it could have been emptied many times over in the time she’d been waiting for her friend.

     

    Sarah had been contemplating a quick visit to the coffee shop across the street in order to use the rest room, but she hadn’t wanted to keep her friend waiting if Alyson showed up while she was inside.
    Now, just as her mouth opened to excuse herself, she caught a glimpse of the bus as it was rounding the corner.
    "Well, I'll just go at the mall, it's not too bad yet anyways."
    Sarah saw a hand come into view, and following up the arm with her eyes, she realized Alyson was offering to help her up.
    Once again, Sarah was paranoid, her eyes darting left and right.
    There wasn't anyone else at the bus stop, but she was still hesitant to accept the hand that was being offered to her. Slowly, she raised her right hand, allowing herself to be pulled out of her seat.

     

    Alyson was a little reluctant to let go of Sarah’s hand, but she realized Sarah probably wasn't used to this kind of attention. "So, Sarah," Alyson had asked once they were on the bus. "Where should we go first?"

     

    Putting a hand to her chin, Sarah waited a minute before replying. "Well, I need a new jacket, one that’s lighter for the spring and summer weather. If we can stop by a clothing store first, then we wouldn't have any obligations."
    Alyson smiled in return, which brought a shiver down Sarah's spine.
    It wasn't an unnatural smile, far from it. The smile itself just seemed a little too nice, especially with how Alyson had been acting recently.
    Ever since Sarah had revealed her biggest secret to Alyson, her best friend had seemed a lot more... distant.
    In fact, this was the first time in a while that Alyson had agreed to do anything together.
    Sarah sighed, realizing she probably was being a little too hard on Alyson. Alyson was probably just trying to get used to the idea, and Sarah's defensive attitude was what was getting in the way.
    Taking a deep breath, her hand moved to her side, the fingers interlocking with those of Alyson, and for a moment Alyson actually pulled her hand away. After the small moment of surprise, her hand moved back, gingerly holding Sarah's in her own.
    Sarah could feel the blush creeping onto her cheeks, but they were just friends, and holding hands wasn't abnormal for "just friends", right?
    "Of course it's okay," she told herself, "we're both girls, so we're just friends trying to cheer each other up."
    Sarah suddenly felt a small pang from her bladder, and she crossed her legs, trying her best to not make her need obvious. She might have to take a small detour after getting her new jacket.

     

    The bus came to a stop a couple minutes later, and Alyson was out of her seat like a shot, her eagerness to get on with the day translating to Sarah, although Sarah couldn't match Alyson in enthusiasm.
    Still, Sarah followed Alyson, their hands still locked together in what Sarah thought of as "a totally platonic holding of hands... in friendship."

     

    Walking into the mall, Sarah was already looking for a clothing store near by. She had only been there a few times, so she wasn't certain of the layout just yet. Her eyes stopped on a nearby store; it didn't have much on display, but she doubted a simple rain-repelling jacket would be showcased at the front, especially with the budget she was working with. She opened her pitifully small wallet, frowning as she only saw ten dollars in it. She wanted to get something a little more fancy, but her funds were somewhat lacking.

     

    Soon, the browsing began, and already she could tell there was something wrong besides her bladder, which was still nagging her to empty it.
    Alyson hadn't left to go look around, instead sticking to Sarah like glue.
    A hint of peevish frustration was starting to creep over Sarah. She was hoping to at least get a little bit of privacy so she could hold herself for a few seconds, but now that Alyson was trailing a foot behind, that wasn't going to happen.

     

    "Oh, what about this one?"
    Sarah turned to face the sound of Alyson’s voice, and a dark red jacket that seemed to go well with what she currently had on was in the other girl's hands. Sarah's eyes, however, were on the price tag.

     

    "Twenty bucks? I only have half of that-"

     

    "I'll pay the other half; you need one, don't you?"

     

    "Y-yeah, but..." Sarah couldn't let Alyson pay so much for her, she didn't want her friend footing even part of the bill. But she really did need the jacket… "OK, but I'll repay you later then."

     

    "No need, I have plenty of money to spend anyways."

     

    Sarah frowned, shifting place half in uncertainty and half from her need to pee.

     

    "...Fine, but I'm still paying for my half, alright?"
    Alyson nodded cheerfully in reply, the matter now settled.

     

    With nothing else to buy and Alyson obviously not looking for anything for herself, Sarah tried on the jacket briefly before taking it off, going over to the cashier to pay.
    As money changed hands, Sarah was marveling at the design of it. It was a well-made jacket, with the ability to use either the zipper or buttons to keep it closed, and it even had a hood that she could take off with another zipper.
    In addition to all that, it had plenty of pockets and even seemed to be water-resistant. She couldn't help slipping it on again.
    Through the glass panes of the mall atrium above them, they could see the sky was growing darker and more ominous with impending rain and Sarah handed her umbrella to Alyson, seeing as her friend didn't have anything to protect herself from the weather.
    "Now time to visit the restr-"

     

    "Um, can I... uhm... talk to you for a moment?"

     

    Sarah looked on in confusion. Alyson was so happy just a moment earlier, but now she looked... depressed?
    A second or two longer and Sarah realized that it wasn't depression she saw on her friend’s face; it was anxiety.

     

    "Sure... shall we sit on a bench? I saw some just outside this store."

     

    "R-right, let's do that." Alyson's face was rather red, as if she were embarrassed about what she was about to say. Sarah paid no mind, instead slowly sitting down with Alyson. She tried to hold Alyson's hand to comfort her, but Alyson pulled it away. She held her hand in front of her chest now as she closed her eyes, inhaled slowly, then exhaled deeply. Her eyes slowly opened, and some of her blush was gone, but thestammer remained in her voice as she spoke.

     

    "I-I... uh..." Alyson gulped audibly, licking her lips as they went dry.

     

    "Alyson, is everything okay? We're friends, so I don't feel like we need to be keeping things from each other."

     

    "B-but... it's..."

     

    "You wanted to tell me, so if you got this far already, there's no reason to hesitate now."

     

    Alyson nodded, taking another deep breath before bringing her purse forward. "W-well, I was late earlier because..." She pulled out a box that only just managed to fit in her purse. The box was about eight inches wide and ten inches long, and Sarah could already tell what was coming next. She could almost hear the words play in an echo as Alyson opened it up, revealing a large, homemade, chocolate heart.
    "W-will you be my Valentine?"

     

    "What is this, some kind of joke?" Sarah asked curtly.

     

    "N... no... I..."

     

    Sarah stood up suddenly, ignoring the warning signals from her bladder.
    "We're just friends, remember? You're the one who said so... "

     

    "W-well I-"

     

    "Are you trying to make fun of me? Are any of our other friends in on this?"

     

    Tears were welling up in Alyson's eyes, and now Sarah couldn't help feeling bad as she heard Alyson's reply. "F-forget it.... I knew you'd do this anyway..."

     

    "W-wait..." Sarah lifted a hand, but it was batted away by Alyson.

     

    "I spent two days working on this, and all I get is hateful words!"

     

    "Well, you're the one that is trying to make fun of me for being a lesbian!"

     

    The two momentarily stopped their conversation, falling into an awkward silence before Alyson spoke once again.
    "T-then, you're saying you don't want to be… a thing?"

     

    "N-no, I... I never said..."
    Sarah’s face was burning. She had thought it all was a joke, but now that she had just made Alyson cry for no reason, Sarah she realized it was it was her that had acted like a complete jerk.

     

    Suddenly, Sarah could feel a warm, wet, feeling starting in her panties, and her hands shot forward, pushing her skirt down between her legs.
    To top everything off, she had been so wrapped up in her emotions that she had forgotten to take care of her bladder. Now, when she felt the most anxious, her bladder weakened in response.
    Before she could do more than utter the words, “Oh, no…”, she was voiding uncontrollably, and a puddle formed rapidly between her feet as her friend looked on in shock.

     

    Mortified, Sarah pulled the hood of her new jacket over her head, running from the mall, heading straight for the bus stop. She didn't even pay attention to Alyson's calls as she ran outside, feeling the rain instantly start pelting her body. In the short time they had been sitting inside, a downpour had started, and now it was in full swing.
    Sarah ran to the covered bus shelter and sat down, tears running down her face now. As she sat there crying, she noticed that the rain seemed to blow in at times, and the wind chill combined with the cold rain on her legs was making her shiver and shake. She somehow had known she'd end up regretting her choice to wear a short skirt, but now that thought was only one of many that were running through her head. The prevailing thought was "How could I be so stupid?" She just repeated that in her head over and over.

     

    "Sarah..." Alyson said softly.
    She was standing right in front of Sarah now, and Sarah pulled her hood even more over her head, wishing the ground would swallow her up.

     

    "Please, just go away, Alyson. First I acted like a total jerk, and then I peed myself like a little girl," Sarah sobbed.
    “Why would you even want to be friends with me now?"

     

    Alyson wrapped an arm around Sarah.
    "Stop saying that; we're still going to be friends."

     

    Sarah sniffled, hugging Alyson, remaining silent.
    They hugged each other for a few moments, and then Alyson spoke up once more.
    "You know, I was so scared thinking about asking you to be my Valentine, I thought I was going to pee myself; I guess I should have expected that you'd probably react the same way."

     

    "Hmph, it's still embarrassing..."

     

    Alyson ran her fingers through the other girl's hair.
    "Oh, I didn't say it wasn't, I was just trying to comfort you."

     

    Sarah continued hugging her friend tightly, but her head tilted so she could look at Alyson. "You know what would make me happy?"

     

    "What?"

     

    "If.... well..." She wiped her eyes, sitting up. "F-first, promise me you'll share that chocolate heart with me?"

     

    Alyson giggled happily. "Of course, and it's filled with liquid marshmallow, so it's even better than just plain chocolate."

     

    Sarah couldn't keep a grin from her face as she spoke once more. "Then... If I agree to be your Valentine, will you agree to something for me?"

     

    "Well, I'll have to hear it first, silly."

     

    Sarah was the one to giggle this time, but her face grew a bit more serious as her hands slid down to Alyson's hands, holding them tightly. "...Will you be my girlfriend?"

     

    Alyson's expression didn't change, and Sarah almost repeated herself, thinking Alyson didn't hear, but then Alyson let go of Sarah's hands.

     

    Alyson's two hands quickly moved towards Sarah's blushing cheeks, and they steadied Sarah's head as the two girls enjoyed a long, long kiss.
    Despite the cold and the rain which continued to fall, the warmth of their kiss kept them from feeling the chill, and the only thing that managed to interrupt them was the bus finally arriving to pick up the two lovebirds and take them back home.

  11. Cassie scampered after Antalia and Kindles as they raced ahead of their trainers. They had already defeated Grant at the Cyllage City

     

    gym and gotten their second badge, the Cliff badge, and had just healed up their Pokémon at the Pokémon Center in Geosenge Town

     

    after battling some other trainers along the way. Now they were stopping by Reflective Cave for some sightseeing, and, as they would

     

    soon find out, some adventure.

     

     

    Cassie, Antalia, and Kindles chased each other through the cave tunnels, making silly faces at the reflective cave surfaces as they ran.

     

    The walls echoed their laughter. “Hey, let’s play hide and seek!” Antalia suggested excitedly, all six of her tails rippling with enthusiasm.

     

    “Yeah!” Cassie and Kindles said in unison. “Lemme go tell Kate and Hazel.” Cassie said, bounding back the way they came. “Erm, I’ll go

     

    with you!” Kindles called awkwardly after her, causing a flurry of giggles from Antalia. “Okay,” Cassie said in a slightly confused tone of

     

    voice, but on the inside her stomach filled with Butterfree. She secretly longed for nothing more than to have some time alone with him,

     

    picturing herself frolicking alongside the blue and yellow Fennekin in a beautiful sunflower field, or lying by the ocean on a warm summer

     

    night. Lost in her daydreams, Cassie failed to notice a patch of dried mud in their path, and ran right over it. Kindles, who was hardly

     

    paying attention to anything other than Cassie’s gorgeous, fluffy tail bobbing up and down in front of him, followed her. The ground

     

    immeadiatly disappeared beneath their paws, and both fell into a rather deep hole, and proceeded to tumble down a very steep slope,

     

    before falling into a rather cramped underground clearing.

     

     

    Stunned, the two of them shook the dirt out of their pelts, which did nothing as they simply coated each other in more dust. Growing

     

    more and more fearful, Cassie tried charging up the slope, but it was much too steep. Kindles tried as well, also to no avail. Cassie

     

    transformed herself into a Pidgey, realizing anything larger would have a wingspan too wide to fly out of the hole. “What should I do?”

     

    Cassie asked nervously, still fluttering in the air. Lost for words, Kindles could utter nothing more than stutters and stammers, his white

     

    cheek fur taking on a light pink hue. Cassie rolled her eyes. “Aye, aye, captain.” Thinking of a new plan, she grabbed the Fennekin by

     

    the scruff of the neck in her small Pidgey talons, and tried to carry him out of the hole, but his weight was just too much for her tiny wings

     

    to hold, and they both tumbled back down, and in her surprise Cassie reverted back to her usual form, filled with mixed emotions, fear

     

    and frustration the most evident. “What good is it to be a Zorua if I can’t even get myself out of a situation like this?” she asked, to no one

     

    in particular. Hot tears surfaced in her eyes, but she refused to show weakness in front of Kindles, so instead she faced the wall, and

     

    pressed her head against its cold surface. Kindles hated seeing the minty toned Pokémon in such a miserable condition, so he came up

     

    with another plan. “You should go and find Kate and then come back for me,” he said, his eyes fixated on his shifting paws. As much as

     

    he hated admitting it, he really wished she wasn’t here right now, as it was becoming harder and harder to conceal his ever growing

     

    desperation. He had almost completely lost control when they fell down the hole, and was relieved when nothing had leaked out, but he

     

    hoped Cassie hadn’t noticed him frantically pressing his fore paws between his haunches. Bringing himself back to reality, he looked to

     

    see Cassie look at him in disbelief and defiance. “Wha- no! I could never leave you here alone, I’d be worried sick about you!” she

     

    wailed, quickly slamming her jaws shut as she heard herself. She hoped her dark fur concealed her burning red cheeks. As much as he

     

    hated to hear that at this very moment, he couldn’t help but smile at the fact that she had openly said to him that she cared so much

     

    about him. “T-thank you,” he said, and all the right words flooded into his mind, but he didn’t know how to get them out. “But then what

     

    do we do now?” he asked innocently enough. “Whelp,” Cassie said, circling around before curling up on the floor, “we’ll just have to wait.

     

    I’m sure Talie will find us, thinking we went to hide early or something. If Kate or Hazel don’t find us first,” she added, resting her head on

     

    her paws. “I’m gonna take a nap, wake me up if there’s an emergency.” Kindles panicked a bit. “Uh about that,” he said, extremely

     

    embarrassed. “There’s kind of an emergency now.” Cassie looked at him, puzzled. “Huh? What’s wrong?” She noticed that he was

     

    shifting his weight slightly from side to side. “I have to…” he trailed off, now picking up his paws as if he was walking in place. “You have

     

    to what?” Cassie asked, very confused, until she realized with horror what the problem was. “Oh, come on, Kindles! You should’ve gone

     

    before we entered the cave!” she scolded him, but immeadiatly felt ashamed of herself as he winced at her words, lowering his head with

     

    his eyes squeezed shut, as if he was waiting for her to smack him upside the head. She sighed. “Look, I’m sorry I snapped at you. I

     

    didn’t mean it, honest. But now what are we supposed to do?”

     

     

    “I dunno,” he admitted, his front paws now jammed between his back legs, as he continued rocking from side to side. “But I think it would

     

    be in your best interest and mine to come up with some sort of plan,” he said. “And fast.”

     

     

    After a moment’s time, Cassie had an idea. She turned herself into a Bunnelby and used her ears to dig a small hole in the ground,

     

    scooping the hard dirt into a pile next to it. Once it was complete, she returned to her normal form. “Is that okay?” she asked genuinely.

     

    “It’s perfect,” he said quickly, wasting no time in using it for its intended purpose, not caring in the slightest that his crush was less than a

     

    foot away. Since it was such a small space, he had to squat instead of lifting his leg. Cassie giggled. “You having a nice time there,

     

    buddy?” she asked teasingly as he continued relieving himself. The sound of liquid splashing onto the hard rock was louder than either

     

    of them had anticipated. They made an awkward eye contact, and Kindles merely shrugged.

     

     

    It had been almost half a minute and Kindles had closed his eyes, still not finished. “Geez, Kinny, did you drink an ocean or something?”

     

    Cassie remarked, dumbfounded. As if on que, right after Cassie spoke his flow began to die down until it was just a trickle, before

     

    stopping completely. A few drops fell afterwards. “You okay?” Cassie asked. Kindles nodded his head, a goofy smile on his face. “Never

     

    better,” he said light-heartedly, about to fill in the hole. “Wait,” Cassie said awkwardly, and he stopped. “What?”

     

     

    “Well, I was fine earlier, but now… and I had to listen to you go, and, um…” she said. She shifted her weight from her left side to her

     

    right, embarrassment coursing through her. Kindles looked at her, flashing her a playful look. “You need this, don’t you?”

     

    Cassie nodded. The two traded places, and Kindles faced the wall while Cassie got into position. The two stayed there for a minute or

     

    two, and all was quiet. Cassie managed to let out a couple of spurts. Kindles finally broke the silence. “I thought u said you had to go?

     

    Are you okay? You don’t need help or anything, do you?” he asked awkwardly, turning to face her. She blushed harder than she already

     

    had been, and another spurt left her. “No, I definitely do not need help.” she said, her face feeling like it was on fire. “Okay, good,”

     

    Kindles said with a sigh. Although he had feelings for her, he wasn’t ready for that level of… whatever this was. “So what’s the matter

     

    then?”

     

     

    “It’s just that…” she trailed off, her throat throbbing with embarrassment. Kindles saw the concern in her eyes. “It’s okay,” he said

     

    reassuringly, padding over to her and putting a forepaw around her shoulders. “You can tell me.” Cassie looked at her paws, still shifting

     

    with her growing need. “It’s nothing, I just get… nervous, that’s all,” she said, wishing she could just disappear from the face of the

     

    planet. “Oh…” Kindles said with understanding. “You’re pee shy?” He looked at her with the most beautiful clear blue eyes she’d ever

     

    seen. “…yeah, that…” she said, frustrated with herself for being so stupid. “I think I can help.” And with that, he grabbed her chin lightly

     

    and turned her head to they were facing each other, and he kissed her, right on the lips. All the contents of Cassandra’s bladder gushed

     

    out of her by what felt like bucketfuls at an alarming speed. She tried to tell her eyes to close, but they stayed wide open, whether she

     

    liked it or not. She took significantly less time to finish than Kindles, and didn’t break the kiss for a second. It started out as sweet and

     

    gentle, but by the time she was done relieving herself it had become very passionate. She practically threw herself on top of him, and the

     

    two lay on the floor, not caring about anything else in the world. They were so into each other that they failed to notice Antalia tumble

     

    down the slope, and the Vulpix sat in front of the two for a good 2 minutes in pure disbelief. Then, she snapped out of it. “Well, well,

     

    WELL,” she teased, fully aware that neither of them had even noticed her presence. Cassie and Kindles both snapped their heads in her

     

    direction, and immediately tore their lips apart. Kindles’ tongue lolled out of his mouth. “So, when’s the wedding?” Antalia jeered. Cassie

     

    was mortified, but Kindles had a very goofy grin on his face, his tongue still poking out of the corner of his mouth. “Talia, please, please,

     

    please don’t tell anyone,” the Zorua pleaded. Antalia giggled, but then gave her friend a light-hearted punch un the shoulder. “Tell

     

    anyone what?” she said innocently. Relieved, Cassie tackled her, giving her a tight hug. “Thanks, Talia,” she said. The Vulpix hugged her

     

    back. “Hey, I said it’s no biggie, didn’t I? No need to kiss me or anything,” she added, and Cassie gave her a playful shove. “Okay, okay,

     

    I get it. But how do we get out of here now?”

     

     

    “Kate and Hazel are waiting for me outside the hole. Luckily, I know for a fact that Hazel has an Escape Rope on her. We’ve been

     

    looking for you two for quite a while, you know. Hey, what’s that?” she asked, gesturing with her nose to the soaking wet hole in the

     

    ground. “Oh, that’s, er, nothing.” Cassie said nervously, racing over to it and filling up with dirt. Antalia shrugged, and gave a quick yip to

     

    signal to their trainers that the two missing Pokémon had been found. Moments later, the end of a rope was lowered, and all three of

     

    them grabbed on. Antalia then yipped again, and they were all hoisted out of the steep hole. Kindles and Cassie raced over to Kate, and

     

    Hazel gave Antalia a Poké Puff and a pat on the head for a job well done. Kate hugged each of her newfound companions. “Come on,

     

    you silly bunch, we’ve still got the whole Kalos region ahead of us.” They all agreed, and with that they set off again, new adventures

     

    surely awaiting them.

  12. ******************
    Part One – Great Oak
    ******************

     

    “Here we are, Marina. Welcome to Great Oak. Welcome...to the ocean." Baeden waved his hand across the air, gesturing at the colossal body of water that spanned out ahead of them, shining and endless. Numerous people swam and splashed along the shore, the size of ants to them from their vantage point. They stood on a hill overlooking the small village, taking in the salty air and the fresh scent of the ocean. Marina was in tears from the pure beauty of it, her hands folded over her chest.

     

    "It's real," she whispered. "I've never imagined...I never could have. How can something like that exist in our world?"

     

    "It doesn't exist in our world, we exist in its world. The ocean is the most powerful force there is. All life on Earth exists because of that great span of blue out there. And if we cross it, if we go far enough, we end up in France.

     

    Marina grasped Baeden's hand and squeezed it tightly. "I trust you, my Prince. If you say there's a new home for us out there, it must be the truth." She winced as she felt her stomach growl loudly. "Oh, I'm so hungry."

     

    "Ha, me too," Baeden agreed. "We'll have a fantastic meal in the tavern. It'll be the first time we eat together outside of my chambers, won't it? They're probably preparing lunch as we speak. Do you need to wee before we enter the town?"

     

    "Only a little," Marina said. "I don't want to though. The next time I do it, I want it to be in that ocean. I can only imagine how good it would feel to let go underwater. I know we have to eat first, but no matter how badly I need to go, I'll hold it in until I'm in the ocean."

     

    "That sounds wonderful," Baeden said.

     

    "Wait though, it might not work out," Marina said sadly. "Gaston is still following us. We have to cross the water as soon as we can, before he catches up. We shouldn't even eat until we're on a ship, and we can't waste time playing in the water. I might have to do this when we're already in France...

     

    "No." Marina looked up, furrowing her brow as Baeden suddenly grew serious. "I've been thinking about it, and France is no escape. It will delay him throughout the coming autumn and winter, but he will use the time to prepare armies. He is insane enough to lead an invasion of France to get me back. At that point, it will be to take me prisoner as a traitor, not to return me to my place as Prince."

     

    "So where are we going to go?" Marina asked worriedly. She compulsively looked over her shoulder. The road was empty for as far as she could see.

     

    "Nowhere," Baeden said. "No matter where we go, he will never stop hunting me. I will stand and fight. I have no choice but to end his life. Without him, my mother would never risk war with France, not even for me."

     

    "Baeden, no" Marina whispered. "I know you are afraid of him, even if you would never admit it. There must be reason for that. You know you can not fight him as an equal."

     

    Baeden stayed silent, gazing out over the water. A minute later, he took Marina's hand. "Let us enter the town. We must purchase clothing, first thing. The robe hides it, but the back of your dress is stained yellow. At least my pants hide it..."

     

    She nudged him, but smiled slightly as she followed him towards the gates of Great Oak. *There's no use in arguing with him. If he's decided to fight, he will fight. I have to trust him like I always do.* They made their way down the hill and finally stepped through the town gates, and she stared around in wonder at the unique architechture and the eccentric shops. A blacksmith that sold all sorts of strange swords and bludgeons, curved and hooked and spiked. Spice merchants selling a rainbow of powders and leaves, and clothiers with gowns, dresses, and shirts unlike any she had ever seen.

     

    "This is a port town," Baeden said. "Goods come in from countries around the world, and they are all sold and traded here. There's goods from France, Scandenavia, Germany, even some from very far-off lands like Africa and Asia. As I told you, we live in a massive world."

     

    An hour later, and the two of them stumbled into the inn, their arms full of their purchases. Baeden managed to slam two copper coins on the counter, and they followed the innkeeper down the stairs and into their small room. "I'm bloody starving," Baeden complained. "Lets get changed and get back up there."

     

    Had they been any less hungry, their mutual nudity may have led to something fun, but they had no time for it. They simply looked away from each other as they separated their purchases, picking out what to wear. Minutes later, they looked each other over, both smiling stupidly. Marina looked vivacious in her long, dark red half-dress. In Lunambra, a garment this revealing would have a woman arrested. Here in Great Oak, nobody seemed to care much for their shame. In the streets, many men wore nothing but small cloths over their privates as they went about their business, and women walked around in underskirts alone with leather braziers as tops. She had even seen two young girls with their breasts out and their skirts pulled up where they just barely covered their womanly parts, laying on a patch of grass under the bright sun.

     

    When she questioned Baeden about their lack of modesty, all he gave her as explanation was "French," along with a shrug. She smiled at the thought that the coastal towns of France might be the same. She really liked it. She liked it so much that she had chosen to forgo her underdress completely, so that at just the right angle, you could see the red hair between her legs glistening in the candlelight.

     

    Despite this freedom, Baeden was fully dressed, and Marina could only compare his appearance to depictions of the Archangle Michael. Starting from the bottom, he stood in armored steel boots that were perfectly fitted to his feet and ankles. Above that, he wore leather greaves with shining steel plates attached to his shins and thighs. A white and gold quilted doublet was his shirt, and on the outside of that, a paled leather scale cuirass that covered his whole torso. Deeply curved pauldrons sat on his shoulders, and more leather scales ran down both of his arms and folded into steel gauntlets.

     

    To top off the look, a four foot long straight sword unlike any Marina had seen was strapped across his back. The blade was narrow but long, with a groove running its whole length and meeting at a deadly-looking point. The handguard was ornate, with shining lines carved into the steel. The protrusions expanded six inches on either side of the hilt, ending in flat edges that caught even the dim light of the inn room. Two steel bars were attatched from the handguard to the blade itself, though Marina's limited knowledge of swords told her that it was likely stylistic rather than actual support for the blade. The hilt was thin at both the handguard and pommel connections, but widened in the center to give a reliable grip. The pommel itself was silver and bulbus, but looked proper on the entirely unusual weapon.

     

    "Spada da Due Mani," Baeden said. "It's an Italian weapon, one I've admired for most of my life. I was never allowed to purchase one in Lunambra, as Gaston thought wielding a weapon of another country a shameful act. It was a great cause of argument between us over the years, and it seems entirely fitting that it be the last thing he ever sees."

     

    "There's no talking you out of this, is there?" Marina asked, looking down at her feet.

     

    "There isn't," Baeden answered truthfully. "Gaston is a detriment to Lunambra, but my mother will never be able to get rid of him. This is my final duty to my Kingdom." He silently made his way out of the room and up the stairs. The tavern's main room was large and lively, and heads turned as the well-equipped man ascended the steps. They quickly lost interest, returning to their own food and drink. Baeden and Marina took a seat in the corner, and Baeden ordered a baked chicken and two tankards of ale.

     

    Their order thankfully came sooner than they expected, and they ate and drank into the afternoon. The chicken was spicy, spicier than anything either of them had ever eaten, so they had to continue drinking to keep comfortable. Baeden, preparing for the coming fight, only had the one tankard of ale, and water only after that. Marina downed two tankards, followed by three goblets of water. Nearly everyone in the town was crammed into the tavern now, singing and drinking and otherwise making merry. Baeden was considering ordering them a pair of baked potatoes when the roar was heard, piercing even the din of the tavern.

     

    "PRINCE BAEDEN OF LUNAMBRA, CEASE YOUR COWARDACE! BY ORDER OF QUEEN JENARA, I AM HERE TO DRAG YOU HOME, EITHER WITHOUT YOUR HONOR OR WITHOUT YOUR LIFE!”

     

    ****************
    Part Two – Duel
    ****************

     

    “Who is that?” whispered a patron of the tavern. “Prince Baeden? Here?”

     

    “Of course not,” drawled the barmaid. “We've gotten no warning, no time to prepare.”

     

    “His words are true,” Baeden spoke up from his place in the corner. Everyone turned to him as he stood up, straightening to his full height. “I am Prince Baeden, and the man you just heard shouting is General Gaston, commander of Lunambra's armies. He is here to bring me home, for I have abandoned my Kingdom. I have abandoned it, not for fear, not for wealth, but for this woman that you see next to me. She is a servant, I am a Prince, and we are in love. This town is a sanctuary for men and women who, under whatever circumstance, decided to leave their homes behind. I am no different from any of you. Now, there is one last thing I must do before I leave this land forever. I ask that everyone here remain indoors, for your own safety. Thank you for your hospitality.”

     

    Baeden shouldered his way through the crowd of onlookers, each of them staring at him with a blend of fascination and curiosity. Marina watched him fearfully as he stepped through the wooden door, clicking it shut behind him. The second he was outside, everyone in the tavern clambered over one another to get to the windows. Marina already had a perfect view from where she sat, and she frowned as the barmaid's large frame squeezed her against the window glass. She watched as Baeden made his way to Great Oak's center courtyard. The massive symbol of the town, the Great Oak itself, covered the sky over him. No matter how far she turned her head, Marina could see nothing besides Baeden standing there calmly. Minutes passed, and the murmurs of the crowd increased, when their hunter finally stepped into view.

     

    He wore the same armor he had the morning he saw her there on the balcony, though now it was stained from the road, the tabard frayed and the boots coated in mud. The two men stared each other down for a long time, and then Baeden spoke, though she could not hear his words.

     

    ***

     

    “I did not expect you alone,” Baeden said. “I assume my trick to split you up was a success.”

     

    “Unfortunately,” Gaston replied with a growl. “Your mother traveled north with them, you know. If something happens to her, it will be your responsibility.”

     

    “My mother is stronger than you think,” Baeden assured him. “She raised me, after all.”

     

    “I RAISED YOU!” Gaston screamed. “I handed you the first sword you ever touched, and I taught you how to wield it. I fitted your armor for ten years, I sharpened your blades, I made you into who you are today!”

     

    “No,” Baeden whispered. “You tried your hardest to turn me into you, but I would never use my strength to terrorize those weaker than me. I would never burn down villages for speaking against Lunambra, I would never behead people for stealing an ear of corn, I would never threaten a woman's life. You are a menace and a tyrant, and that is why I will stop you here and now, as my final duty to my Kingdom.” Baeden reached up, grasping the hilt of his new sword and tearing it from its strap. He took his stance, raising the blade above his head.

     

    Gaston was visibly enraged. His face had the focus of a proper warrior, but his fists were shaking and his posture was aggressive and powerful. “You attacked me from behind last time, like the coward that you are. You will not get the best of me again.” Gaston reached to his side, drawing his broadsword in one swift motion and taking his own stance. “You have spoken against everything I stand for. You speak against law, against hierarchy, against decency. I do not care if the Queen has me executed for it. I have decided to kill you with my own hands.”

     

    “As have I,” Baeden agreed. “Enough talk, let us end this as men.”

     

    Gaston began his advance, striding towards Baeden with his head held tall. As he approached, it became clear how much taller Gaston was than the Prince. His shadow loomed over Baeden, and it was obvious to Marina why he was so feared as he raised his sword in both hands and brought it crashing down towards Baeden. The Prince sidestepped the first strike, slashing around with his own longer blade. Gaston pivoted and knocked it aside with his left gauntlet, swinging his sword up slamming it against Baeden's cuirass. Baeden stumbled and caught himself just in time to duck a massive sweep, juking under the blade and ramming Gaston with his thick pauldrons. Gaston leaned forwards to absorb the blow, bringing his knee up to slam into Baeden's hip. Baeden yanked his leg back to lessen the impact, and leaned to his right before he threw his sword forwards in a powerful close-range thrust. Gaston somehow parried it with the end of his hilt, forcing the tip of the Spada to his left as he spun out of the grapple and regained proper footing. Baeden recovered quickly, slashing his weapon in a wide arc that forced Gaston to backstep away from it.

     

    The separation did not last long, as Baeden was the one to restart their bout with a series of thrusts from his longer weapon. Gaston parried each of them with ease, then slammed Baeden's sword away, jumping forwards and throwing a thunderous front kick. Baeden was caught by surprise, taking the blow to his armored stomach and toppling backwards. He rolled backwards to his feet just as the tip of Gaston's broadsword was thrust into the ground where his neck had been a second ago. Baeden threw his own kick now, aimed at Gaston's sword hand. The ground acted as a stopper, preventing him from withdrawing from the kick, and Gaston shouted as the blade was wrenched from his grip. Baeden offered no mercy, swinging his sword up towards the unarmored joint under Gaston's right arm. Displaying unbelievable agility for a man of his size, Gaston jumped to his left, minimizing the impact of Baeden's strike. He hit the ground rolling, tumbling through the dirt and stopping next to one of the large wooden benches that lined the trunk of the Great Oak.

     

    Getting to his feet quickly, Gaston grasped the bench and spun, hurling the piece of furniture directly at the advancing Prince. With no time to dodge properly, Baeden hit the dirt as Gaston charged him from behind the flying bench. Baeden kicked out, catching Gaston in the shin, and he rolled aside as the General crashed down beside him. If he was stunned from the fall, it didn't show as he folded up his legs and threw himself forwards, scrambling back to his broadsword that still stuck from the ground. Baeden was too slow standing, and Gaston had recovered his weapon as Baeden raised his arms for a downward strike.

     

    Marina's heart froze in her chest as Gaston slashed the broadsword horizontally, under Baeden's raised arms. The edge slammed into the side of Baeden's pale leather cuirass, cutting into the hardened material. Somehow the leather managed to fully blunt the attack, but the weapon was still heavy, and Baeden knew that at least one rib had broken. Any normal man would have fallen immediately, but Baeden simply screamed the pain away as he grasped the blade of Gaston's broadsword with his gauntlet, tearing it from his armor. Gaston tried to pull away, but Baeden held strong and threw another mighty kick. It landed perfectly, impacting Gaston's gut between the cuirass and groin plate of his greaves. Despite his muscles and great endurance, the General fell to his knees as Baeden released the broadsword and tightened his grip on the Spada.

     

    He raised it over his head and brought it down with no hesitation, right towards the center of Gaston's head. With the last of his focus, Gaston leaned to his left and the blade slammed against his steel gorget, sliding down the pauldron. Gaston roared his fury, getting one leg under him as he tried to force himself to his feet. Baeden struck at him again, trying to cut into the side of his neck with the base of his blade. Gaston reached up and grasped the pommel of the Spada with his left hand, under Baeden's own grip. They wrestled for control of the sword as Gaston tried to thrust his broadsword into Baeden's legs. His greaves were luckily full steel plate, and they protected him as he fought for his weapon. Gaston pulled hard, and Baeden felt his grip weaken, the crack in his side sending waves of pain across the whole right side of his body. Another mighty pull and the long blade was pulled from his grip. Gaston exhaled as he started to stand up, but Baeden lifted his left leg and stomped down on Gaston's thigh, forcing him back to his knees.

     

    Gaston's vision was still hazy as he saw Baeden reach out, grabbing the blade of the Spada in both of his hands. Placing his foot on Gaston's chest, he leaned back, wrenching his sword away from the General. He spun the weapon, grasping it by the tip of its blade and gripping it tightly in his steel gauntlets.

     

    Gaston knew what was coming, and he was too weak to prevent it. Baeden roared out in victory as he swung the inverted sword down into Gaston's shoulder, the heavy handguard piking through his gorget and embedding itself in the General's neck. Blood flowed from the armor immediately, and increased as Baeden withdrew the weapon. Gaston fell back, staring at the sky as Baeden brought the handguard crashing down again, puncturing the chest of his cuirass and sinking deep into his body and deep into his heart.

     

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    Part Three – Freedom
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    Jenara began to cry just as the gates of First Hearth came into view. The rather unoriginally-named village was the first fief of Jarkan, only fifteen miles past their border. It used to belong to Lunambra, but after Jarkan's land was returned to them, they reclaimed and hastily renamed the small town. I wonder of Kaitlen had anything to do with its naming, seeing as she was the one to reclaim it. The woman had slipped away from them soon after leaving the tower, retreating into the nearby woods. Nicolas had started after her, but Jenara had demanded he stay present under the guise of fear. And so she escaped to whatever life she was going to lead after giving up her plans against Lunambra.

     

    There were many reasons why Jenara could have been crying. The sight of the beautiful mountainscape that spanned the sky before her, the thought of finding familiar company, the emotional strain of killing a man for the first time in her life, or the fact that her plan was so close to long-awaited fruition. The cause was none of that, though. In reality, the one and only reason she was crying was because of the absolute typhoon that was contained inside her screaming, tormented bladder. As they rode on, she put everything together in her mind. She had consumed at least ten glasses of water and wine at the feast...Sixty-two hours ago. Not including the water she had been forced to drink during the trip, it was now one hour before noon three nights after she had done so, and her body was having none of it.

     

    She was truly terrified, she knew that the second she unstuck her womanhood from her leather saddle, she would instantly soak herself in front of an entire town. Her belly was so inflated that it lightly brushed the grip of the saddle, eight inches in front of her. Somehow the guards had not yet noticed this, too absorbed in their banter to pay her any attention unless she asked for it. As much as it mortified her to her very core, she was deeply considering dismounting right where she was and wetting herself in front of the guards. What is worse? Four guards of my own Kingdom? Or an entire village that is not under my command?”

     

    She forced the thought out of her mind, squeezing her eyes shut and wiping the tears away with the back of her hand. If I piss myself, it's going take the complete failure of my body before I do so. I will NOT give in. Not yet. And so she gripped the horse's flanks with her legs, pulling her weight down on the saddle even harder. The animal whinnied a soft complaint, but kept its pace as the gate grew ever closer. Ten minutes later, they passed through the gate to the curious stares of Jarkan's townspeople.

     

    “Drake, ride to the tavern and book a room for us and a room for the Queen,” Jason ordered. “And keep an eye out for Prince Baeden. Ask the innkeeper if someone of his description checked in recently, but do not mention him by name.” The other guard nodded and kicked at his horse, speeding off around a corner.

     

    The rest of them continued their slow trot as Jenara's eyes went wide with a final glimmer of hope. My own room, with a private chamberpot and no men around. I may have to wait a while more to implement my plan, but it would be more than worth it. “We are going to the tavern now?” she asked, her voice far higher than she intended. “I thought we were to address the citizens to let them know why I am here.”

     

    “That was the plan,” Jason said, “but after the hostility we met at the tower, we've decided it would be safer to keep our identities secret, until we can speak to a member of Jarkan's Royalty.”

     

    “That is acceptable,” Jenara agreed. She was so thankful that she would have kissed him on the spot, had she been a lady of any lesser stature. They rode for just minutes more until the tavern came into view, a tall stone and wood building with a shining steel sign in the likeness of a tankard of ale. Just the fictional depiction of liquid sent a wave cascading through Jenara's body, and she shivered head to toe. Jason dismounted, and as he always did, held out his hand to help the Queen off her mount. She had no choice, she took it and slid off the horse. The moment she hit the ground, her body shouted out loud, entirely against her will. Both hands flew to her privates and pushed hard against the front of the dress as her legs went half-limp from the pain of it all.

     

    The three guards surrounded her in concern, grasping her shoulders and trying to straighten her up. “My Queen, what is the matter?” Nick asked politely.

     

    “NOTHING!” Jenara screamed furiously at him. “I am in pain from riding that animal all morning, that is all. Get me in a room, now.”

     

    “As you wish,” Nick said, looking slightly hurt. He started to push open the tavern door just as Drake came stumbling out from the other side.

     

    “Fuckin' 'ell,” Drake groaned. “Right cunt that one is. Said there's only one room available, and she refused to evict the guests of another no matter how much gold I offered, and I couldn't mention the Queen's name.”

     

    At the sound of Drake's words, Jenara's hope was shattered as though a catapult had fired through the stained glass window of a Grand Cathedral. Her identity forgotten, she felt the first drop of wee leak out of her. She was beaten.

     

    No, said the smallest voice in the deepest part of her mind. I am Queen Jenara, a member of the Royal Family of Lunambra, raised by King Ethan and Queen Vanessa to lead my Kingdom with honor and dignity until either the day that I marry into another Kingdom or the day that I die. If I fail here, what legacy will I leave behind?

     

    But what am I to do? said another voice, louder than the first. I'm a Queen, but I'm just a person. I'm going to be in the same room as my four male guards. I will die if I try to keep it in another night. If I don't die, I'll drown the four of them in my own piss.”

     

    Just say it. Be honest, whisper to Jason that I need to relieve myself. He'll understand, he'll give me privacy.

     

    No. That is as bad as wetting myself. If my dignity is forcefully torn away from me, at least I could sleep at night knowing that I did all I could. I will never tell them.

     

    But I told Marina. I did far more than that with Mary. Not to even mention Sabina...

     

    Those were women, and they were innocent and nearly friends to me. These guards...they saved my life, but they are still men.

     

    It's going to happen anyway. Any second, it's all going to flow out of me, no matter where I am. So what am I going to do?

     

    Wait. I could try to give the signal. But why would they be here? They expect me at the crier stand. Unless they're following me. But I have to try. I have to trust her.

     

    As the guards argued with each other, Jenara raised her right hand, placing three fingers against her shoulder. For thirty seconds she waited, glancing around, wincing as another tiny leak forced its way out of her. And then she saw them, two cloaked figures sprinting towards her. The guards were absorbed by their conversation, discussing their options, and she prepared for the impact. She let herself be grabbed around her arms and she was torn off the tavern's porch. It took five seconds until Jason noticed it.

     

    “HALT!” he roared, drawing his sword and bolting after the Queen and her captors. The others were close behind, their faces paintings of fearful anger.

     

    Jenara let herself be dragged, twisting her legs together as far as they would go. The cloaked figures were not strong, but together they managed to pull Jenara into an alley between a stable house and a florist. As Jenara fought with all her strength to keep control just a few seconds longer, she saw one of them kick a square of wood out of the wall of the stable house. She was then pushed towards the hole, where she shuffled forwards and collapsed through it. The cloaked figures were next, gracefully sliding through the hole and pushing the slab of wood back into place.

     

    “That was too close,” Mary Estenna exhaled, pulling her hood down and shaking out her dark hair.

     

    “You can say that again,” Sabina agreed, untying the string of her cloak and dropping it beside her.

     

    Jenara just lay still on the dusty wooden floor, shaking all over, with her hands shoved between her legs. “Need to...so desperate...” was all she could manage.

     

    “Bloody hell, look at her,” Sabina gasped. “She's got to have about a barrel of water in there. I thought she must have relieved herself in that tower, but it seems not. Shite, it's been nearly three days...”

     

    “Oh, my Queen,” Mary said softly, sitting cross-legged next to Jenara's head. The Queen leaned back on Mary's legs, resting her head on Mary's chest. “Get her dress out of the way,” Mary said to Sabina. The blonde woman obliged, grasping the soft but dirty fabric of Jenara's dress and sliding it up her legs. Mary grasped the sides of the dress and pulled it up, revealing the Queen's slender thighs. Her womanhood came into view, stretched out and reddened, followed by her belly that could have been carrying twins. Mary finished pulling the dress over Jenara's shoulders and folded it over a wooden beam beside her. She then removed her own dress, throwing it to the other side of the room. “I'm sorry, Jenara,” Mary whispered down at her. “I don't have a chamberpot down here, or any kind of bucket. It's alright though, just let it out. Hopefully my dress will stay dry over there...” She wrapped her arms around Jenara, one grasping the Queen's right breast and the other resting on her collarbone. Jenara reached up and held Mary's left shoulder, gripping it tightly.

     

    The two women rested there naked, just waiting and holding each other until Jenara gave a final gasp of desperation before she spread her legs wide and let herself go limp. The torrent was immediate and astonishing, flowing onto the wooden floor and spreading out in all directions. It welled up under her, dampening her bottom and legs. It dripped through the cracks in the floor, and she moaned softly as Mary reached down and began rubbing her sore, distended belly. “Oh, that feels so good,” Jenara breathed, spreading her legs further as the river kept flowing out of her. On and on it went as Mary watched her, and Jenara shivered as she felt the ex-stable girl kiss the side of her neck. “I missed you,” Jenara said.

     

    “And I you,” Mary whispered. “Just relax, you're safe here.” For two more minutes she emptied herself on the floor of the small room, and if not for the gaps between the planks, she felt like it would have covered her toes when she stood. She felt a jolt between her legs, and her body shook as she felt herself orgasm from the relief alone. She gasped out loud, earning a giggle from Mary. Finally, it began to slow down, and Mary smiled as the Queen looked up at her. “Feel better?” Mary asked playfully.

     

    “Like a new person,” Jenara exhaled. Mary continued massaging the Queen's abdomen as her flow ceased, working the dulled muscles and sore skin. “Sabina, come here,” Jenara said suddenly. The woman approached the Queen and squatted down to avoid kneeling in Jenara's puddle.

     

    “I am ready, my Queen. It would be best not to waste time.” Sabina began unbuttoning her dark shirt.

     

    “It's as you say,” Jenara agreed. “I know you do not truly want to do this, but I promise you that it will not be as bad as you think. King Carter of Valdus will do all the real work once you are wed to him. As for your lack of civility, the Kingdom will blame it on the emotional toll caused by a combination of your kidnappings here on this journey and the loss of your son. You will live out your days in wealth and prosperity, and feel free to go adventuring again once you give birth to your own real son.”

     

    Sabina smiled at the Queen as she finished untying her leather pants, and she stepped out of them, standing naked in the dim candlelight. “I am not afraid anymore,” she said. “Look at me, it's like I was made for this. I could be your identical twin and we would still not be as similar. Still, for good measure...” Jenara flinched as Sabina leaned forwards, slamming her face against a wooden beam that held up the low ceiling. Her face came back with a bleeding nose, red forehead, and a squinting left eye. “Well, that hurt more than I thought it would, but nobody will suspect me, for a little while anyway,” she groaned, rubbing her face.

     

    “You're insane, girl,” Jenara stammered, trying hard not to laugh.

     

    “You're more insane than I am, trying to pull this stunt. Do you really think we'll get away with it?”

     

    “Everybody close to me is dead or gone,” Jenara said. “Everyone except Mary, here. My husband passed years ago, my son left his Kingdom for love. I am sure that the General will never return, and simple servants and guards do not know me personally enough to be a risk. The only people who might realize something is off are the four guards you will meet outside, but with your face like that, you should make it home just fine. Act quiet and traumatized. When you get back to Lunambra, give them each two-hundred gold pieces. Do not fear asking your servants for help, they will not question you and they know all my routines. Marry into Valdus as soon as you can, and all responsibility will be lifted off of you.”

     

    “I hope you are right,” Sabina said as she picked up Jenara's dress. “Damn, this thing is all stretched out.”

     

    “That would be the fault of my bladder,” Jenara sighed. “Speaking of that, do try not to wet yourself in any Royal meetings you may attend. They last a long time, but I have a record to uphold, after all.”

     

    “I'll do my best,” Sabina laughed, pulling the dress down over her shoulders and patting it against her skin. She reached a hand down her chest, straightening her breasts, then stood up and looked to Jenara. “Good enough?”

     

    “Good enough,” Jenara agreed. “Go now, don't keep the guards waiting for too long. And...treat your people well. Do not let power go to your head.”

     

    Sabina smiled warmly and nodded, gave a very graceful and Queenly curtsy, and then retreated up a flight of stairs. A door could be heard opening and closing, and she was gone.

     

    Jenara was free.

     

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    Epilogue – New Peace
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    It was ten hours after the fight ended, in the dead of night, that Marina grasped Baeden's shoulder and gently shook him awake. He opened his eyes and turned to her, smiling at her sweaty face. “I can't hold it in anymore,” she said desperately. “I've already leaked in the bed a little. I know you're in pain, and I know you are tired, but I have to ask you. Do you want to go to the ocean, or do you want me to just wee in the chamberpot here?

     

    Baeden rolled onto his back and inhaled deeply. “I thought a rib was broken, but I seem to be breathing alright. I might just have lucked out. We should hurry, lest you wee on the street.” He sat up and pulled a robe over himself, and Marina did the same.

     

    She was jiggling every which way, pressing one hand between her legs. “Ooohh, it's leaking again,” she moaned.

     

    Baeden leaned forwards, feeling between her legs with his right hand. Warm dampness dripped onto his fingers, and he gave her a gentle hug. “Hold it for me, okay? You can make it to the water. I'm really desperate too, I don't know how I was sleeping through this.”

     

    They quietly made their way upstairs and out of the tavern, sneaking through the dark streets. For the first time in her life, Marina felt sand between her toes, and she stumbled through the strange matter, letting out a few drops into the grains. “I'm about wetting myself,” she hissed. “I can't walk on this weird shite.” Despite her leaking, she managed to get all her clothes off, along with Baeden, and they both gasped as their feet hit water. “Oh, cold, cold! I can take it though, come on, lets get deeper.”

     

    Baeden had to nearly drag her in as she focused on holding herself, and soon they were bobbing in the light waves. “Oh Gooood, being in water makes it ten times worse,” she cried. “I'm losing it, come here.” She reached out and embraced Baeden, pulling herself close to him. They kissed passionately in the dim moonlight, and Baeden breathed a soft laugh as he felt warmth surrounding his privates and his legs. She pressed her face against his chest as she relieved herself in the great body of water, and she squealed as she felt Baeden's stream start directly against her clit. “It's so warm under there,” she whispered. “This feels...oh, it's...mmmm.” Baeden had to catch her as she nearly fell into the water from her quick orgasm. He led her back to shallower water, where they both lay for two hours, enjoying each other again and again until the rising tide forced them back to land.

     

    Three hours later, they looked to the rising sun as their ship sailed onward, leaving behind everything that they had ever known and heading towards everything that they could ever want.

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    Juvia Lockser sat at her table, one hand drumming on her knee and the other twisting through her deep blue hair. As usual, the Guild Hall was loud and lively, with shouts and laughter filling the large room. Juvia ignored it all, her eyes set only on Gray Fullbuster. The shirtless man stood in front of the job board, squinting as he looked over the available missions one by one. Finally, he grasped one of the papers and yanked it from the board. He turned to face the din, glancing around until he spotted the blonde he was looking for.

     

    “Oy, Lucy!” Gray yelled over the noise. “We've got a job in Hargeon. The request says that someone broke into a magic shop and did something to the items, they're messing with people's magic power.”

     

    “Oh?” Lucy sounded as she stood up from her table, patting down her light green skirt. “Shouldn't we wait for the others? Where are they, anyway?”

     

    “Well,” Gray sighed, “the Master told me that Erza left for an S-Class mission in the middle of the night, and as soon as Natsu heard, he and Happy took off after her. I don't even know where they are. This seems simple enough at least. You coming or what?”

     

    “Yeah, I suppose,” Lucy agreed. “It's just that I've never been on a job with only two people...”

     

    “You scared?” Gray taunted her. “If it makes you feel better, we'll bring someone else strong with us. HEY, MIRA-”

     

    “JUVIA WILL COME!” Juvia suddenly shouted, shoving herself in front of Gray so quickly that Lucy could have sworn it was Teleportation magic if she didn't know any better. “Hargeon is near the water so Juvia's power will be even stronger, and Juvia couldn't stand Gray going on a mission alone with...HER,” Juvia quickly ranted out, staring angrily at Lucy, who could only smile awkwardly and shake her head in return.

     

    “Sounds fine to me,” Gray said, sliding past Juvia towards the Guild's front door.

     

    “If you're going outside, at least put some clothes on...” Lucy mumbled, noticing that Gray had abandoned his pants at some point and was now in his underwear.

     

    ***************
    It was an uneventful trip to Hargeon. Without Natsu and his motion sickness to entertain them, the train ride was quiet and slow. Lucy was keeping busy playing with Plue, Gray was staring blankly out the window, and Juvia was staring blankly at Gray. Finally, the train began to slow and it creaked into the station at Hargeon. The passengers stood up stretching and made their way to the exits. The platform was crowded and Juvia kept getting knocked around by passing pedestrians, her eyes still locked on Gray. They stumbled out of the crowd and Gray dug the request sheet from his pocket to check the address.

     

    Juvia's stare flipped to Lucy for a moment as the blonde girl sighed. She was leaning against the platform wall with one leg held tightly across the other. “I need to use the bathroom here before we go anywhere,” Lucy stated, staring across the platform at the brick restroom near the exit. “Juvia, come with me?”

     

    “Why?” Juvia said simply, looking back to Gray.

     

    “Well we were on that train for hours, don't you have to pee?” Lucy asked.

     

    “Juvia's body is made out of water, she is superior to Lucy and does not do that,” Juvia said smugly.

     

    Lucy sighed. “Either way, it's just polite for girls to go together. Come on.” Lucy was bouncing in place now, her short skirt floofing about with her movements.

     

    “Go ahead, Juvia,” Gray mumbled absently. “I need to ask around about this address anyway, maybe buy a map. I don't know the street it's on.”

     

    “Fine,” Juvia conceded. She followed Lucy towards the rectangular brick building and into the empty restroom, looking around the strange environment. She could count the times she had been inside a bathroom on less than one hand.

     

    “Oh damn, I have to go so badly,” Lucy groaned once the door closed behind them. She folded her legs again and pressed two fists into her thighs.

     

    “What does it feel like?” Juvia asked suddenly. “Having to do...that?”

     

    “Wait, you were serious?” Lucy stammered as she lifted her skirt and grasped the sides of her light pink panties, still holding her legs together tightly. “You don't pee?”

     

    “Juvia has no need to...she does not need to drink, or eat, or bathe, or anything. When Juvia needs to refresh herself, she just turns to water and back again and Juvia is good as new.”

     

    “That's really amazing,” Lucy said. “I have a pretty small bladder, so I need to pee all the time...you asked how it feels? I don't know if I can explain it to someone who doesn't feel it. Look at me, you might be able to get some idea. A while after you drink, a pressure builds up right here.” Lucy patted her lower abdomen. “The longer you hold it in, the stronger the pressure gets. You start shaking and squirming and sweating. If you wait too long, it can even happen accidentally when your muscles just can't hold on anymore...thankfully that's never happened to me, but it's about to if I don't pee right now...my bladder feels like a rock.”

     

    With that, Lucy slid her panties down and sat on the toilet. The spray of water hit Juvia's ears instantly, and Lucy's face went limp with relief. She moaned out loud and leaned forwards, closing her eyes.

     

    “It looks like it feels good,” Juvia whispered. “Juvia wishes she could pee.”

     

    Lucy laughed. “You're probably better off without it. It only feels good when you're really desperate and it can be very annoying sometimes. Being on a tough mission while I'm so full that I'm leaking in my underwear is not fun. Alright, I think I'm about done here...” Lucy exhaled as a few more spurts of her pee dripped into the toilet, and then she stood up, shook her bottom a little, and slid her panties back on. She let her skirt fall in place as she crossed to the door.

     

    “Gray probably pees, Juvia should ask him what it's like as well,” Juvia mumbled excitedly as Lucy began to push the door open.

     

    Lucy's face went red and she lightly punched Juvia's shoulder. “You can't do that!

     

    “Why not?”

     

    “Well because, it's...it's private. You're not supposed to talk to people about it. It's embarrassing.”

     

    “Juvia has been talking to Lucy about it for some time now,” Juvia stated defiantly.

     

    “It's different for girls,” Lucy coughed. “We can talk about anything with each other, and it's alright to say you're going to the bathroom so you don't just wander off with no explanation, but you're supposed to try to keep it private when men are around.”

     

    Juvia looked down and quickly nodded. “Juvia thanks you for telling her this. Juvia almost made a fool of herself in front of Gray. She will never ever mention peeing around him.”

     

    Lucy sighed, then laughed again. “That's good. Anyway, lets go, he's probably got directions by now...”

     

    They left the bathroom and glanced around the train station, looking around for Gray. It took them a long time to spot him as they hardly recognized him with a shirt on, but he was standing by the stairs struggling to fold a large map. He looked up as they approached, a small grin on his face. “Welcome back. I found the street, it's only a few blocks from here. This shouldn't take long, let's get moving.” Gray turned and took off up the stairs.

     

    “Hey, wait for us!” Lucy shouted, running up after him with Juvia on her tail. They made it up the stairs and onto the streets, sprinting after Gray as he bolted through alleys and side streets. Finally they came to a halt, Lucy breathing heavily as Gray scanned the buildings.

     

    “There,” Gray said, pointing at a small wooden building with a green sign that read: S.D.Magic - Defensive Spells and Magical Security. The three Wizards made their way across the road to the solid wooden door, where Gray tried the doorknob. It was locked. He knocked on the door, trying to peer in through the covered windows. “Hello? We're here from Fairy Tail to answer your request.”
    At this, they heard a shuffle and seconds later a series of locks could be heard unlatching from the inside. Gray stepped back as the door opened towards him, and a young woman poked her head out and quickly waved them inside. “Thank you so much for coming,” the woman said. “My name is Heather, and I own this shop.”

     

    “Good to meet you, Heather!” Lucy quipped happily. “I'm Lucy, this is Gray, and she's Juvia,” she finished, pointing at the others. “So what's going on? There's been a robbery?”

     

    Heather performed a funny head movement, as though she attempted to nod and shake her head at the same time. “Yes, well- not really a robbery, actually. There was a break-in a couple of weeks ago, but he didn't steal anything. You see, our shop specializes in defensive magic that's intended to stun or distract attackers. I invented most of the products in here for my own use, and figured I could sell them to other people to use for self defense. However, this guy sabotaged a number of the products and followed the women who bought them, robbing them blind when the magic items backfired. I only caught wind of it a few days ago, there were five victims all because I wasn't paying enough attention...”

     

    “Hey, don't do that,” Gray said. “You're not to blame here, the bastard who did this is. We'll catch him, I promise you that.”

     

    “Ooohhhhh, Gray is so heroic!” Juvia howled, squishing herself up next to him.

     

    He grinned awkwardly and tried to step away, looking at the items around the shop. “So what did he sabotage?” Gray asked.

     

    “I've checked everything left in the store three times over,” Heather said. “The only ones left that he messed with are over here.” She pointed to a desk behind her with a few items on top of it. Gray walked past her and stared at the desk. There was a nondescript silver ring, a simple dark blue dress, and a brown purse. “As you can see, the items are designed to look plain and unassuming. Ornate products would simply make my customers a bigger target.”

     

    “This is a good idea,” Gray said. “A lot of people without magic power could use these in this difficult world. Tell me, what does this dress do?” he asked, pointing at the blue garment.

     

    “That's one of my more powerful and expensive products,” Heather explained. “When someone buys it, I use my own magic to lock it to that person. When someone else touches it, they're stunned, and if the attacker is a wizard, it actually suppresses their magic power for a time.”

     

    Gray furrowed his brow. “That's dangerous magic,” he said. “Nobody should be able to shut down someone's magic power.”

     

    “You have to understand,” Heather pleaded. “I designed these things to protect women from the worst kind of people. They have to be powerful, they have to be merciless, just like the people they're designed to stop. I never thought this would happen...”

     

    “I do understand,” Gray sighed. “It just means that this is more serious than I thought. We'll take the dress, I know how we're going to catch this guy.”

     

    ************

     

    “Juvia is still not sure that this is a good idea,” Juvia whined, fearfully eyeing her new outfit. “Why can't Lucy wear this?”

     

    “You look better in blue,” Gray said shirtlessly, staring out the window at the dimming sun.

     

    Juvia went red and folded her arms in front of her. “If Gray thinks she looks good, Juvia will wear whatever he likes,” Juvia chirped.

     

    “You'll be safe, Juvia,” Gray assured her. “We'll stop him before he can even get near you.”

     

    "Juvia will trust Gray," she said with a decisive nod. "It is nearly dark. Should Juvia go outside now?"

     

    "Yeah. Just walk normally and follow the path we laid out for you." Over the past hour, Heather and Lucy had drawn a line on Gray's map that hit all the locations of the previous attacks. "Our target will see the dress and hopefully go after you. Lucy will have Gemini out for two extra pairs of eyes. As soon as he's spotted, we'll move in from three directions. You just try to keep away from him, don't try to fight. If he touches that dress, you'll be the one to suffer the effects. I doubt our enemy is very strong, but he must be able to use some kind of Enchantment magic. Don't underestimate him."

     

    "Juvia understands. She will be the best bait she can be."

     

    Gray nodded and watched as she opened the front door and stepped onto the silent road. He motioned to Lucy, who followed him up the stairs and out the second floor window onto the roof. Lucy summoned Gemini as quietly as she could manage, quickly explaining the situation to the two little spirits. They nodded and floated up into the air, scanning the streets for anything suspicious. The last few people on the street were making their way to their houses, and as Juvia began walking, she was alone.

     

    Juvia had the street names repeating in her mind, following the turns and attempting to look casual. It was hard for her to keep her eyes forward, she had to fight the urge to keep looking over her shoulder. I have to trust Gray. He will protect me. Still, she shivered as she continued down the dark road with her eyes forward and her ears strained. She had already passed the locations of the first three attacks, and was approaching the third when she heard it.

     

    Footsteps, rapidly approaching from the rear. Juvia kept her pace and closed her eyes, putting all her faith in Gray. The footsteps became louder and louder, when suddenly;

     

    "HEEEY, JUVIA!"

     

    Juvia nearly jumped out of her skin at the shout, spinning around to see Natsu Dragneel standing behind her. She exhaled slowly, trying to stop herself from shivering. "What is Natsu doing here? Juvia nearly died from fright..."

     

    Natsu let out a barking laugh. "I couldn't find Erza, so when I got back to the guild, the Master told me where you all went so I had Happy fly me over here as fast as he could."

     

    The head of the small blue cat poked over Natsu's right shoulder with an exhausted, halfhearted "Aye~"

     

    At that, Juvia looked up to see Gray and Lucy sliding off the rooftops nearby. They stormed over, glaring, and Natsu looked between them with confusion on his face. "What?"

     

    "You ruined our sting," Lucy shouted. "We were using Juvia to lure a thief out into the open and you just blew it, Natsu!"

     

    "You mean that thief?" Natsu quipped, pointing towards a nearby alley with his thumb. The others followed his point, seeing a small man in a dark cloak laying in an unconscious heap against the stone wall. "I saw him following you from the alleys while we were flying over the town. I didn't know who he was, but he looked shady so I beat him up anyway."

     

    "Heh, that's Natsu for ya' I guess," Lucy mumbled.

     

    Gray just shook his head and stomped over to the unconscious man, pulling him up by the hood and slapping him awake. "Oy, are you the one that sabotaged the items over at S.D.Magic?"

     

    "Yeb, imm sorby," the man choked out through his swollen face.

     

    Gray sighed and let him fall back to the ground. "Natsu, bring him to the soldiers. The rest of us will go back to the shop and tell Heather, the shopkeeper, that we took care of the thief."

     

    "Fine, fine," Natsu said dismissively. "I just got here and you already want me to drag some guy around. Anyway, sorry for scaring you, Juvia. You alright?" With that, and before anyone could think to stop him, Natsu gave Juvia a friendly pat on her back.

     

    "DON'T TOUCH HER!" Gray and Lucy roared together, but it was far too late. Natsu stumbled backwards as there was a flash of blinding yellow light, and Juvia was face-down on the ground, her arms twitching.

     

    "Juvia!" Gray knelt down and turned her over by her exposed arms, being careful not to touch the dress.

     

    "It's okay to touch it now," Lucy breathed. "Heather said the enchantment only works once, it's just clothes now. It was meant to stun anyone around, but it was redirected to Juvia..."

     

    "Juuuvia meee," Juvia moaned, her eyes hazy and unfocused.

     

    "Ugh, she's completely done for a bit,” Lucy sighed. “Heather said the stun can last up to ten minutes. Gray, pick her up and let's get back to the store. Natsu, I would love to slap you for this, but I know it wasn't really your fault. Just take the thief to the soldiers before he wakes up."

     

    Natsu nodded with his mouth hanging a little open, still not quite sure what was going on. "Is Juvia alright?"

     

    "She will be in a little while," Lucy said. "We gotta get her back to the creator of this spell, maybe she can break it. We'll meet you back at the guild."

     

    "Ah...alright," Natsu said. "Come on, Happy..."

     

    Gray watched as Natsu and his tired cat lugged the criminal down the road, then he knelt down and took Juvia into his arms. "Even though she's unconscious, she feels really light," Gray said softly as he began to walk.

     

    "Heh," Lucy exhaled. "If she wakes up now, she'll just pass out again when she sees you're carrying her."

     

    Gray chuckled. "I just hope Heather can fix her up."

     

    They stayed silent as they made their way back to S.D.Magic, where Gray motioned for Lucy to knock on the door. She did so, and Heather answered quickly, gasping as she spotted Juvia. "Oh no, what happened? Was she attacked?

     

    "Not exactly," Gray sighed. "We caught the bastard, another of our friends is bringing him to the army right now for arrest, but Juvia was affected by the dress."

     

    "Well, she'll be fine..." Heather started. "She should regain consciousness in a couple minutes. However, the suppression of her magic power will last well longer than that, it depends on the victim's body type. She's a small woman, so it could last up to two days. I can mix up a tonic that will likely cut that in half." She turned and jogged into the back room, from which Gray and Lucy could hear the sounds of glasses clanking together.

     

    "Meeuh," Juvia whispered suddenly. "Where is Juvia? What happened to her?"

     

    Gray knelt down next to her. "We're back at S.D.Magic. Natsu showed up out of nowhere and touched the dress, and it knocked you out. I'm sorry I couldn't stop it, but I didn't realize Natsu would do that. How do you feel?"

     

    "Gray is concerned for Juvia...she is so happy," Juvia mumbled, her eyes still unfocused. "Juvia feels alright-"

     

    "Done!" Heather chirped, striding back towards them with a giant jar of blueish liquid held between her hands. "This tonic will help you recover much faster. You should have your magic power back in full by tomorrow evening, but you have to drink it all," she said, handing the huge jar to Juvia.

     

    "Juvia thanks you," Juvia said, bowing her head to Heather. She started sipping at the liquid as Gray and Lucy told Heather exactly what happened.

     

    "Well make sure this Natsu guy gets a cut of the pay," Heather ordered. "Here you go, fifty thousand Jewels. I'm sorry I can't pay you more, but of course I had to refund all the women who bought the sabotaged merchandise. Please, feel free to stay the night."

     

    "Thank you, Heather," Lucy said with a bow. "We'll be out of your hair as soon as we can."

     

    They followed Heather upstairs to her home above the shop, where she pointed them into a guest room with a clean hardwood floor and two beds. Juvia had finished her large tonic and handed the empty jar back to Heather, thanking her again. They entered the room and closed the door.

     

    "Ugh, Juvia has never drank that much," Juvia breathed. "Juvia is tired."

     

    "Only two beds," Lucy pointed out.

     

    Juvia's face went red and lit up at the same time. "Would...would Gray like to share with Juvia? She does not want to sleep next to Lucy...Lucy kicks."

     

    "Hey!"

     

    Juvia ignored Lucy's interruption. "There is no couch and the floor is wood, it would be very uncomfortable..."

     

    Lucy looked between Gray and Juvia awkwardly. "I'm...going to the bathroom," Lucy mumbled, sliding out of the room quickly. Gray just shrugged and nodded at Juvia. He plopped down on the bed nearest the window, rolling over to face the wall.

     

    Juvia couldn't believe what was happening. She gingerly sat down next to Gray, then laid down on her back. "Juvia is so glad to be here with Gray," she whispered. "Gray does have to face the wall. He can face Juvia if he would like to. She does not mind."

     

    "It's alright," Gray said. "I usually sleep this direction anyway." What Juvia didn't know was that he usually slept on his back, but doing so would expose the bulge in the front of his pants.

     

    Juvia closed her eyes. She felt an faint, unfamiliar tingle inside her belly, and she attributed it to her excitement from being so close to Gray. Lucy came back in and took her own bed. A few minutes later, Juvia was asleep.

     

    ****************

     

    A thin beam of sunlight shone through the curtains, falling across Juvia's face. She blinked awake and squinted at the light, letting out a quiet yawn. The first thing she noticed was that Gray was peacefully asleep beside her. The second thing she noticed was that the unfamiliar tingle in her belly was still there - and it was a lot worse. Without really knowing why, Juvia slowly crossed her legs. Must be a side effect of the dress, Juvia thought. It feels really weird.

     

    She lay still for a few more minutes, noticing that the inside of her mouth felt...dry. Something she had never experienced before. Finally she felt Gray stir. He sat up quickly and looked at Juvia, as though he had forgotten she was there. "Oh, Juvia. Good morning. Sleep well?"

     

    "Juvia did," she said happily.

     

    "Me too," Lucy piped up. She sat up with a yawn. "Gonna use the bathroom then we can head out."

     

    "Same," Gray said. He started to climb over Juvia, but his knee slipped on the loose sheet and he ended up bracing his hand on Juvia's stomach. He didn't press hard, but still Juvia gasped and jumped as though he had hurt her. "Sorry, Juvia, are you alright?" Gray asked quickly.

     

    "Yes, Juvia is fine...her stomach just feels funny today, and her mouth is dry... Juvia thinks the spell is causing it."

     

    "That's strange," came a voice from outside the room. Heather stepped in carrying a huge tray, covered in three egg sandwiches and three large glasses of tea. "Stomach pain isn't something my products cause. Maybe just some nausea from the stress of all this. And your mouth probably feels really dry because of the tonic, it does that... Anyway I made you all some breakfast, maybe some food and tea will help you feel better."

     

    "Juvia thanks you," Juvia said. Gray and Lucy eyed the food, but stood and made for the door. "Gotta use the bathroom first," Gray said. "We'll eat in a minute." They walked out and Heather returned to her own room, leaving Juvia to slowly sip at her tea.

     

    Minutes passed, when she heard the sound of someone banging on wood. "Lucy, hurry up in there!" Gray's voice resounded from down the hall. "My food's gettin' cold, plus I'm about to piss myself out here!"

     

    "Don't talk like that around women," Lucy's voice shouted back. "I'll be out in a second."

     

    Soon Juvia heard the bathroom door open, then slam again. For some reason she found herself imagining Gray in there. Would he have the same pleased face that Lucy had yesterday? She even found herself wondering if Gray could hold more than Lucy could. Why is Juvia thinking about this? She shook her head violently. As Lucy said, it is private.

     

    Lucy returned a second later and started on her sandwich. Juvia wasn't hungry, she just kept drinking the tea. She found that she had a much greater desire to drink since being affected by the dress. Usually she would only drink for flavor, as she didn't need to drink because of her liquid body. She finished the tea quickly, but her mouth still felt very dry. "Juvia needs another drink," Juvia coughed.

     

    "Take mine," Lucy said. "If I drink it, I'll have to pee really badly while I'm on the train. The way it bounces makes it hard to hold it in."

     

    "Thank you," Juvia said, taking the second large cup of tea and drinking it down as Gray walked in and picked up his own meal.

     

    Fifteen minutes later, the three of them were waving goodbye to Heather as they began walking towards the train station. Gray was walking in front of the women, again having abandoned his shirt. "You know what's funny?" Lucy whispered to Juvia. "How you never actually see Gray taking his clothes off. One moment he's fully dressed, then you look away for just a second, and suddenly he's half naked. I don't know how he does it."

     

    "Mmmhmm," Juvia exhaled. "Juvia feels strange...really strange..."

     

    Lucy glanced over to the other girl. She was walking stiffly, her fists clenched and her face flushed and sweaty. "That spell really messed with you, huh...hopefully you'll feel better soon..."

     

    "It just keeps getting worse though," Juvia moaned. "Juvia thought she would be alright after some time, but she feels...strained."

     

    "Heather swears the spell can't really hurt you," Lucy assured her. "We're almost at the train. Once we're back at the guild, maybe Wendy can help you with her Sky Magic healing..."

     

    Juvia wasn't really listening. She was focused on the rapidly building sensation inside of her. It didn't feel bad, exactly. And it didn't really hurt. As she had been saying, it just felt...strange. A completely new, alien sensation that she couldn't even chance a guess at. Even weirder than the feeling in her belly was the fact that she was starting to feel it between her legs, a sort of pressure and tingling inside her privates that was completely different than what she felt whenever Gray walked around naked.

     

    "Please wait a moment," Juvia called. Gray and Lucy stopped and turned, their faces curious. "Juvia is going to turn to water and back. Maybe it will help whatever this problem is..." Juvia stood straight and closed her eyes. She performed a strange sort of hop, then opened her eyes again and looked around in confusion. "Juvia cannot turn to water!"

     

    "Well, I didn't think so," Lucy said softly. "The dress suppressed your magic power, remember? You won't be able to use any of your abilities for a while still."

     

    "But Juvia never thought her body could be kept solid...the water is a part of who Juvia is!"

     

    Lucy stepped in and hugged Juvia tightly. Juvia gasped and recoiled as Lucy's weight pressed against her stomach. "I know, this must be so horrible for you," Lucy whispered in a comforting and sincere tone. "Come on, let's get you home where it's familiar and you have all your friends. The train leaves in ten minutes, we have to hurry."

     

    Juvia nodded tearfully and started to jog after the others. Every step sent a pulse of the unknown pressure across her belly and down through her privates, and Juvia kept gasping as the feeling kept increasing in strength. It was hard for her to even walk as they made it down the stairs of the train station. Gray quickly paid for their tickets and they boarded the locomotive moments before it started moving.

     

    The train pulled clear of the station, bringing on the vast seascape of Hargeon. Juvia stared out the window, and she noticed that watching the waves made the sensation grow and surge. She looked away from the window and began shaking slightly, instinctively holding her legs together. What is wrong with Juvia? she thought. Everything feels so sensitive. She placed her hands on her belly, right where the feeling was greatest. It felt tight and hard like there was a melon underneath her skin, and if she pressed on it even a little, it sent a shockwave across her whole body that made her cringe and shiver.

     

    The train rolled on and on, crossing bridges and passing through tunnels. Every passing minute the fullness inside Juvia grew stronger. Her legs were shaking and she was wiggling her butt against the wooden seat, her hands gripped in fists and pressed hard into her lap. The pressure between her legs felt almost unbearable, and her heavy breathing was fogging up the window. Juvia feels like she's dying, she moaned inside her head.

     

    Another twenty minutes of the compounding pressure went by, and Juvia's whole body was trembling and covered in sweat. She kept quiet. She did not want to worry Gray with her unknown illness. Five more minutes slowly passed when the train suddenly lurched, having run over a misshapen rail. The whole compartment bounced, and Juvia's body rose up and slammed back into the seat. As soon as this happened - to Juvia's complete surprise and confusion - hot liquid began to spray out from between her legs, hard. It soaked through her light blue underwear instantly and started to sink into her dress. All in one second, Lucy's words from the day before exploded into her mind. "A while after you drink, a pressure builds up right here. The longer you hold it in, the stronger the pressure gets. You start shaking and squirming and sweating. If you wait too long, it can even happen accidentally when your muscles just can't hold on anymore..."

     

    Juvia's eyes went wide in horror and she double-crossed her legs so far that the fronts of her ankles were touching each other. She tensed her body and held her breath, and the torrent flowing out of her ceased. To her immense relief, Gray was too absorbed in his window watching to even notice this. Lucy, however, was staring at Juvia with her brows furrowed. "Luh, Luh, Luh," Juvia began to stammer out. "Luuuucccyyyy! Juvia has to talk to Lucy! Lucy must come with Juvia right now!" Gray was looking between them now, and Juvia's face went tomato-colored. She forced herself to her feet and grasped Lucy's wrist hard, pulling her up. Juvia looked over Lucy's shoulder to the man she loved. "Gray, please stay here," she cried as she dragged Lucy out of their train car.

     

    As it was after the morning work rush, the train was nearly empty. All of the passengers were in one car, and Juvia had pulled Lucy into a completely empty one. Lucy looked worried and confused. "Juvia, what's wrong?"

     

    "Juvia is...Juvia is...."

     

    "What?"

     

    "JUVIA IS PEEING!" She stood there with her legs twisted together, her dress held under her arms and both hands held against herself, an obvious wet patch staining the whole crotch of her underwear.

     

    Lucy blinked. "But I thought-"

     

    "Juvia has a true human body right now," Juvia sobbed. "Her magic is still broken, she cannot turn to water, and she cannot absorb all the liquid she drank!"

     

    Lucy remembered the massive tonic the night before, and the two large glasses of tea. "Oh Juvia, you drank so much. You must be bursting. But there's no bathroom on this train since it's a short trip. You...you have to hold it in."

     

    "Juvia doesn't know how," she breathed. "Juvia has no idea what to do, she is scared!"

     

    "Well, we have to distract Gray, first thing," Lucy said. She reached into her key pouch and quickly summoned Gemini once again. "Gemini, listen up. You have to take the form of Juvia here and go sit across from Gray. Tell him that you lost an earring on the way here and wanted to check the other cars for it, and that I spotted an old friend and will be talking to her for a while. He won't say much, so it should be easy enough. Oh, and don't let ANYONE into this car, especially Gray. We'll deal with explanations later if we have to."

     

    The little spirits nodded and floated over to Juvia, lightly tapping her arm. Right after, there was a poof of smoke and they had created their perfect copy of Juvia, who went back through the door into Gray's car. Lucy turned back to the real Juvia who was dancing from foot to foot, her hands still crushing against her damp panties. Just then, the train hit another bump, and Juvia let out a yelp as another short spray of pee forced its way out of her and splattered onto the wooden floor. "No, Juvia cannot hold on. It keeps leaking out!"

     

    Lucy took Juvia by her hand and sat her down on one of the seats. "Put your weight on the corner of the seat and lean into it, that should help you hold on," Lucy advised her. Juvia did so, the wet cloth of her panties sticking to the hard wood. She rocked back and forth, but with each lurch of the train, another spurt of pee burst out of her and hit the floor. "Oh, no. You really can't hold it in anymore, can you? Wait, I...I have an idea but you might not like it."

     

    "What is it?" Juvia asked, breathing sharply as more small leaks sprayed out of her and soaked her underwear even further. They were completely see-through at this point, and Lucy tried hard not to stare at the tight, leaking slit on the other side of the thin fabric.

     

    "Take your dress off. We'll use it to absorb your pee, and then I'll get you new clothes from the Spirit World."

     

    "But Juvia is not wearing a bra," Juvia complained.

     

    "Like that's an actual problem right now!" Lucy snapped. "Unless you want to wet yourself completely and have everyone in the other car walk through your puddle to exit the train."

     

    "Nnnoooo," Juvia cried. "Okay, Juvia is taking it off..." She grasped the sides of her dress and pulled it up over her head, exposing her round and perky breasts. Another, longer burst of pee splashed over the floor and Juvia started dancing again, her chest bouncing with her movements.

     

    Lucy folded the dress over twice and quickly wiped up the small leaks from the floor, then set it down on the seat. "You won't be able to let it all out in there, but it should ease the pressure by a whole lot."

     

    "Juvia can't believe this is happening to her," she gasped. "Juvia has never exposed herself in public..." She knelt down over the dress and slid two fingers into the crotch of her panties, pulling the fabric aside.

     

    "Nobody can see you," Lucy assured her. "Gemini is watching one door, and the other leads to the engine and the Conductor can't leave it. You have complete privacy other than me, and there's no need to be shy with your girlfriends. We come in handy for crisis situations like this, eh?"

     

    "Lucy...Juvia thanks you. You have been a true friend to her today." With that, Juvia exhaled a moan of pure ecstatic relief as the powerful stream of light yellow pee flowed out of her. It was quickly absorbed into the dress, and between her moans Juvia shifted the dress around to catch as much as it could. "Oh, it's getting on Juvia's hands...she never thought pee would be so warm."

     

    Lucy laughed at this. "So...how does it feel? Your first ever pee?"

     

    "It is the best thing Juvia has ever experienced," Juvia said softly. "Juvia is so embarrassed, yet happy that she gets to feel this at least once."

     

    "Glad you like it," Lucy giggled. "It doesn't always feel like this though. Only when you're really desperate. Anyway, you should stop it now, the dress looks almost full."

     

    "Okay," Juvia agreed. She tensed her legs and inhaled, but she kept peeing hard. "Mmmm, no! Juvia can't stop it!" The dress had begun to overflow slightly, and Lucy stepped back as Juvia's pee began to splatter onto the floor again.

     

    "Oh no," Lucy gasped. "Wait- take this!" Lucy grabbed her skirt and tore it off, shoving it into a bundle and handing it to Juvia who stuck it between her legs. For a moment, Lucy tried to use her hands to cover her pink cotton panties, but there was no real point and she let her hands fall to her sides.

     

    Juvia just kept peeing, it seemed almost endless. The skirt began to drip, and Lucy was about to remove her blouse as a last line of defense just as Juvia finally managed to stop her flow. She exhaled deeply and set down the soaked skirt, tiny drops of pee still leaking out from between her legs. "Juvia feels like she just had an orgasm," she breathed.

     

    Lucy barked out an awkward laugh. "Even in this situation, that's a little too much information. Anyway, we have to clean up.” Lucy pulled her blouse off anyway, and she was thankful that she was wearing a pink lace bra to match her pink panties. She used the blouse to wipe up the little bit of pee still puddled on the ground, then bundled all the soaked clothes together. “Juvia, you should probably lose the underwear too. Gray might smell it.”

     

    Juvia frowned but did as she was told, sliding the small damp undergarment down her legs and tossing it on top of the clothes pile. She crossed her arms and stood in the corner of the car, now completely naked aside from her blue and white hat.

     

    “I just hope we can talk our way out of this,” Lucy grumbled. She stepped up on the seat and struggled with the window, barely managing to force it open. She shoved the wet clothes out the window, watching them blow off the bridge they were crossing and fall towards the water below. “At least Gray can be kind of stupid sometimes.”

     

    “Oyyy,” Juvia growled threateningly.

     

    Lucy laughed and flapped her hands apologetically. “You know what I mean. Stupid about personal stuff. He doesn't even really understand that you're in love with him.”

     

    “Juvia is not,” she lied pathetically. “Anyway, Juvia's legs are still really wet. She does not want to put on clothes like this.”

     

    Lucy sighed. “I wish you said that before I tossed my shirt out the window, it was still mostly dry. Oh...fine, what's the use at this point...” Lucy pulled down her panties and handed them to Juvia, who used them to pat the remaining pee off her inner thighs. Juvia followed Lucy's lead and tossed them out the window, then pulled it closed.

     

    “Lucy is Juvia's best friend,” Juvia chirped suddenly, her eyes wide and watery. “Juvia would have jumped out the window herself if Lucy had not helped her though this.” Juvia ran forwards and hugged Lucy tightly, their breasts pressing together.

     

    “I'm glad to help you,” Lucy said warmly, trying not to feel weird about being so close to a completely naked woman. Lucy's bra and Juvia's hat were the only clothes to survive the event, not counting Lucy's belt on which she held her keys. She reached into the pouch and pulled out the Key of the Clock. “Time to get us some new clothes.”

     

    Juvia folded her arms over her breasts again. “Is it really okay for your spirit to see us like this?”

     

    Lucy laughed. “Most of them don't give a damn. Only the human-like ones like Taurus or Leo can be trouble. All the girls are fine, as well as Plue. I'm still not completely sure about Gemini, but they've taken the form of both of our bodies so I don't think it's weird for them...” Lucy spun the key around her fingers and held her arm out, summoning arguably the most reliable of her Spirits: The Clock – Horologium.

     

    “Greetings, Master Lucy and Miss Juvia,” the large grandfather clock said in his usual formal tone. “You two are looking very comfortable today.”

     

    Juvia shrunk into the corner, but Lucy just stood still with her hands on her hips and sighed. “Thanks, Horologium. We need clothes from the Spirit World. Full outfits, underwear and everything. Oh, and earrings for Juvia, please.”

     

    “It would be my pleasure,” Horologium said. His glass window began to glow, and then it flipped open revealing two perfectly folded outfits.

     

    “You always save us from the worst spots,” Lucy said. “Thank you so much.”

     

    “I am glad to be of service,” Horologium responded with a stiff bow, before he dissipated back into the Spirit World. Lucy handed Juvia the blue outfit, keeping the green to herself. The two women got dressed quickly and lined up by the door back to their own car.

     

    “Wait here,” Lucy said. “I'm going to try to make the swap.”

     

    Juvia nodded as Lucy stepped through the door, making her way towards Gray. He looked up as she approached, lifting an eyebrow. “You changed your clothes?”

     

    “Yeah, my friend wanted to see how I could get clothes from the Spirit World from Horologium.” Then she turned to Gemini, still in the perfect form of Juvia. “Hey, Juvia,” Lucy said to Gemini, leaning in close and talking deliberately, hoping the spirit twins would understand her meaning. “You probably feel pretty weird wearing the dress that hurt you like this. How about you come and change as well?”

     

    Taking the hint, the fake Juvia stood up and nodded. “Sounds good to me,” Gemini said as they began walking back towards the other car.

     

    “Juvia...you said, 'me', just now,” Gray called after them. “I've never heard you speak in first-person before.”

     

    Lucy grimaced hard, spinning around to cover Gemini's mistake. “She's just really messed up because of the magic, she probably doesn't even know what she's saying!” Lucy ranted as Gemini-Juvia nodded vigorously. To Lucy's relief, Gray just shrugged and turned his head back to the window. The two of them went back into their private car, where Gemini returned to the Spirit World and Juvia was waiting patiently. “Alright, the switch is a success,” whispered. “We can go back in a couple of minutes.”

     

    “Juvia is really happy,” Juvia said. “That felt so good. Juvia wonders...if she focuses hard on keeping her body completely solid, if she could feel it again. She wants to feel it again.”

     

    Lucy shrugged. She had never heard of someone purposefully holding their pee for fun. “Well, I don't really get it, but maybe it's special to you because you're not used to it. You can always try.”

     

    “Since Juvia cannot talk to Gray about it, would Lucy...would she stay with Juvia when she does try? She thinks it would be less fun alone. Maybe Lucy can do it too!”

     

    Lucy folded her arms, feeling her face flushing. “Well, I...I guess I don't see why not. If it's fun for you, there's probably no harm in it.”

     

    “This makes Juvia happy,” Juvia whispered.

     

    “Well, I think its safe for us to go back to Gray,” Lucy said, trying to change the subject. Juvia followed Lucy back to their seats, where Juvia quickly resumed her usual stare at the Ice Wizard as the train continued its journey home.

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    Both beth and kat looked around wondering where that screech came from. kat already had the pistol out she remembered the shoting practices her father gave her. she told beth to stay quite and dont make any noise. they walked around what was left of the walmart only to be greated by what looked likea disembodied goul like figure no face just bones its body was all boney basically a skeleton. It noticed beth and kat and screached again kat quickly got annoyed and shot it three times in the head and five in the body the goul fell to the ground kat tried to shoot one more bullet just in case but her pistol made a clicking noise instead, notifing kat that she was out of ammo kat cursed and turned to see beth on the floor crying with a puddle around her. kat squated down or at least tried. it felt kind akward to her squating in a diaper. she told beth it was dead and thee wasnt anything to worry about.

     


    Beth looked up and reminded kat of a little girl who had a nightmare. beth asked kat if she was sure it was gone. kat replyed yeah. beth stood up and hugged kat and said thank you she then let go and looked at her pants and he eyes started watering . kat notticed and tried to tell hr it was ok that'll happen everybody at one point. beth fnally alright put a diaper on then her still soaked pants. they kinda scarcly walked around the worn down walmart seeing no suppies or basically anything. they walked round the city hoping there wasn't anymore gouls. they saw what looked like someonetrying to hotwire a car.

     

    TO BE CONTINUED~

  14. To Jenny's dismay, the ladies toilets were closed for cleaning. There was only one option. She sprinted to the men's toilets but two of the stalls were gross, one was closed and one of them were being used. By Jake. Jake, having just blown his load into toilet paper, peeked into the gap in the toilet stall door and saw Jenny. Jenny had no option but to squat over the urinal. She quickly lifted up her skirt and barely got her panties down before hot pee shot out of her. Just when she thought the pee stream was over, another shot out. She rubbed and stroked her pussy. "Oh... It feels so good.. I-I can't stop it.." She gasped. After she was done, she cleaned herself up and fingered herself until she came into her panties. She stroked her silky smooth pussy. "Ohh.. This just won't do... I guess I'll just have to go commando." She tossed her panties into the corner of the bathroom. "I wonder which lucky man will get these for free." She said with a smile and left. Needless to say, Jake got another boner and took the panties.

  15. Hey look, two updates in one day! I think this one is slightly better than the other, but I like these girls, okay?

     

    ....Annnnd I'm out of ideas for Bleach character omorashi. Anyone have any suggestions? I'd love to hear them!

     

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    The one thing that Risa wasn't willing to openly admit to just anyone was that she had a peeing fetish.

     

    Not for actually peeing or wetting herself or seeing others do it. She just really liked to hold her own pee and see how long she could last.

     

    Today was going to be one of those days. She switched out of her usual school uniform and went with something more familiar to her generation: tight jeans that were blue and tight in all the right places, knee-high boots, a white tank top, red and black checkered buttoned shirt, and she tied her silky black hair back in a ponytail with a purple scrunchie.

     

    Risa made sure no other obligations would come up and distract her, and once she was positive she was free, she drank two bottles of water and a mug of coffee with her breakfast, and curled up in her side of the warehouse with several magazines, sure to keep her busy for a few hours.

     

    "Hey, Risa!" A loud voice reached her ears, and she lowed her magazine slightly to find Hiyori standing over her, the loud-mouth, hothead of the Vizards. And the youngest. "We're out of food again, and we all elected you to go out shopping. Mashiro wants to come with you. Get some good food, okay? Otherwise, I'll vomit in your shoes!" Her glare told Risa she wasn't kidding around, so with a sigh, she stood up and called for the bubbly green-headed girl, and sure enough, she bounced over.

     

    Mashiro, too, was dressed in her generation's outfit: a long-sleeved, flowy black peasant blouse, a long, white, flowy peasant skirt that reached her ankles, white go-go boots, and instead of her usual goggles pinning her hair back, it was two giant, chunky barrettes.

     

    "Ready to go?" She asked happily, showing off her black bag which held the limited amount of money the Vizards managed to score from their benefactor, and Risa simply nodded. "Great! I hope there'll be great food on sale today!" She ran over to the door, and Risa tucked three more water bottles into her own purse, then followed Mashiro out of the door after promising the rest of the group they'd be back soon.

     

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    Mashiro talked cheerfully to Risa the whole way to the store, which Risa mostly tuned out. She had more pressing concerns on her mind, literally, as she touched a hand to her stomach. If she knew she'd be going to the store, she would've relieved herself before leaving and cut back on her water intake. She had a fetish, but wasn't stupid.

     

    Still, perhaps it wouldn't be too bad. After all, Mashiro was very speedy when she did her tasks, so chances are they'd be in and out of the store within a few minutes, and Risa could easily duck down an alleyway or something afterwards.

     

    "Oh, we're here!" Mashiro grinned, and swiftly walked inside. Risa sipped from her bottle of water and followed her in.

     

    "Were we given a list? Usually they're very specific on what they want." She asked calmly.

     

    "Yes! Here you go!" Mashiro pulled a list out of her bag and gave it to Risa to read, who promptly adjusted her glasses and read it to herself silently.

     

    Every Vizard, herself and Mashiro included, are always planning for their next food shopping trip, and thus create a giant list of every item they want at the store. Every Vizard had decorated their side of the list, and their items nearly ran into each other with their messy, disorganization handwriting.

     

    "Let's start with Shinji's since he's the leader!" Mashiro suggested, and Risa nodded and folded the list up. She slipped it into her pocket.

     

    The green-haired hippy had run ahead into the sandwich selection of the store and was looking at the rack of meat. "Maybe we should get everyone's meet first to save time?"

     

    Before Risa could respond, Mashiro had grabbed as many packets of lunch-meat that she could carry in her arms and dumped them all into the basket.

     

    "Next is cheese!" She ran over to that section and threw into the bucket as many cheese slices as she possibly could.

     

    "Watch your prices, we don't have very much to spend." Risa warned, sipping more water.

     

    She was already feeling slightly desperate, and grinned inwardly at the feeling. She crossed her ankles and drank a bit faster.

     

    "Fine...." Mashiro pouted and picked out the cheapest loaf of bread she could-probably stale, by the looks of it, and tossed that into the basket too. "What's next?"

     

    "Hm." Risa pulled out the list. "Well, Hachi, Hiyori, and I all want ramen, so I suppose that's next." She drank more water.

     

    "Let's go!" Mashiro yanked on Risa's arm, nearly making her spill her water in surprise, and dragged her to the ramen section. "Ooooh, what flavors did they want?" She asked eagerly, looking at the differently-colored packets.

     

    "Hiyori wants the shrimp-flavored, Hachi wants beef, and I want pork." Risa pulled a packet of the pork-flavored ramen off the shelf herself and put it into her basket, and Mashiro put in the other two.

     

    "Next is side dishes!" Mashiro proudly marched out of the aisle, and Risa followed closely behind. Having finished one water bottle, she discarded it in a nearby trash-can and held her stomach.

     

    The pressure was certainly growing, but it was still tolerable. She was suddenly assaulted by an image of herself losing control and wetting her tight jeans in front of all the shoppers, and the thought turned her on just a bit.

     

    "Risa! Are you coming?" Mashiro asked, shocking Risa out of her thoughts. She looked down and noticed that she was fondling her breasts, and quickly dropped her hands to her sides.

     

    "I'm coming!" She ran to catch up to Mashiro.

     

    "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you space out more than me!" She laughed. "We're halfway done with the list!"

     

    "Perfect." Risa popped open the cap on her second water bottle and started guzzling this one down.

     

    She simply watched Mashiro run from shelf to shelf in the aisle, tossing several side dishes into the basket and occasionally consulting the list with Risa.

     

    Such requests included a basket of strawberries, sea salt-flavored potato chips, salad ingredients, curly fries, and an entire bottle of hot sauce.

     

    "Wait, who wanted the hot sauce?" Risa asked in confusion, squinting at the list. She crossed her legs.

     

    "Me! It makes a fantastic smoothie!" Mashiro grinned, and Risa shuddered at the thought. "Oh, speaking of smoothies!" She literally danced out of the aisle and into the next one, containing all sorts of fluids to drink.

     

    "Oh, we're at that part of our list already?" Risa asked in a bored tone, adjusting her glasses. Mashiro nodded and started literally tossing bottles of soda and juice into the basket, much to Risa's dismay, who had to run around to catch them all.

     

    Afterwards, she took another big gulp of her water and smiled inwardly at how uncomfortably full she felt. The more rational side of her, however, warned her to remind Mashiro to hurry up so she wouldn't wet herself in public.

     

    Since the green-haired girl was busy eyeing a rack lined with various types of wine, she tightly crossed her legs again and held herself, making sure to rub herself at the same time.

     

    When Mashiro turned around, however, Risa acted like she was looking at a shelf lined with fruit juices.

     

    "Hey, Risa! Am I old enough to buy wine?" Mashiro asked nicely.

     

    "Seeing how you look seventeen but have been dead for twenty-five years? Am I honestly expected to answer that?" Risa crossed her arms in front of her chest, and Mashiro gave her a massive pout in response.

     

    "But I want some!"

     

    "I don't think it's legal. We don't even have I.D.s."

     

    "Meanie." Mashiro pouted more and stomped away from her.

     

    "The law is a meanie." Risa said simply.

     

    Mashiro suddenly stopped in the middle of her walk and spun around to face Risa. "Oh no! I suddenly remembered something!"

     

    "What?!" Risa asked, bracing herself for some bad news, given Mashiro's reaction. "Do you sense a Hollow?" She stared at the faint outline of Mashiro's own zanapakuto, being worn at her waist under her skirt and just barely being hidden by the thin, white fabric.

     

    However, she shook her head, and Risa noticeably relaxed. "What, then?"

     

    "I forgot to go pee before we left the warehouse! I forgot about it because we were having so much fun shopping, but now that the shopping's done, I remembered!" She explained in a state of total shock.

     

    "Oh, that is a problem." Risa nodded.

     

    "Come on, let's go pee!" She happily grabbed Risa's arms and dragged her towards the bathrooms, ignoring her protests of not wanting to be moved.

     

    Once they got there, Mashiro let the black-haired girl go and spun around. "Wait right here! I'll be back!" She walked into the bathroom, then quickly looked back. "Oh! Unless you have to go too...?"

     

    "No, I'm fine. You can go." Risa lied, and Mashiro ran inside.

     

    As she waited for her hippy friend to finish, she leaned against the wall and chugged the last of her second water bottle down. As she did, she held herself with her other hand,rubbing herself through her tight jeans.

     

    She soon found herself wishing she didn't wear panties, as it would certainly make holding a whole lot easier. Not to mention hotter. The girls in her favorite magazines never wore panties, so why should she?

     

    Risa felt all of her consumed liquids uncomfortably pressing on her bladder, and after quickly looking around to make sure nobody was looking, started to contemplate letting a few spurts out. She had panties on, so would anybody really be able to tell?

     

    Before she could start, however, she was startled by someone roughly grabbing on her shoulders, making her involuntarily release a few spurts into her underwear. She winced and quickly grabbed herself with one hand, grimacing.

     

    "Got you! You were so scared!" Mashiro teased, sticking her tongue out at her.

     

    "Haha." Risa commented in her usual stoic tone, taking her hand out of her crotch and straightening. "Let's pay for our groceries and leave."

     

    "Okay!" Mashiro grabbed the whole basket from Risa and bolted towards the check-out, which Risa didn't mind one bit. More room to hold herself, as she quickly did.

     

    She caught up to Mashiro, who basically dumped the entire basket onto the conveyor belt, making the cashier's eye twitch.

     

    "Just these!" She smiled, then saw a pack of fruit-flavored gum beside her. She grabbed it and handed it to the cashier. "Oh, and that too!"

     

    "Fine..." The cashier hurriedly rang them up, and handed them two bags each, then gave Mashiro her total. She smiled and dumped her whole bag of money out onto the register, making both of the cashier's eyes twitch.

     

    "Well, I am sure that is the correct amount, now we are very late for something so let's go!" Risa said in a rush, grabbing Mashiro's arm and yanking her out of the store.

     

    As soon as they were out of the store's boundaries, only then did they stop running.

     

    "Risa? Why are you in such a rush?" Mashiro asked, but her question was soon answered when Risa cried out and bent over, shoving both of her hands into her crotch. "You do have to pee! You lied to me! And now look at you! You're going to pee on yourself!" She made the same pouty face she always made when scolding someone or was upset.

     

    "Now's not the time for that...!" Risa managed, blushing red.

     

    "I don't think I've ever seen you in a position like this...! You're usually so stoic!" Mashiro said in amazement.

     

    "I grossly overestimated how long I could hold it for."

     

    "Can you make it back to the warehouse? The others won't care if you wet yourself."

     

    "I think so..."

     

    "Come on then!"

     

    With that, Mashiro jumped up and started marching forward again, and Risa had no choice but to slowly shuffle along, always keeping at least one hand in her crotch.

     

    What she didn't admit to Mashiro, however, is that the feeling of being bursting was greatly turning her on, and she could feel both her nipples getting erect and her panties dampening. Maybe if she was alone...

     

    "You're doing good! Come on! We can do it!" Mashiro encouraged from further down the road, and Risa briefly looked up to smile at her. "See? You can do this!"

     

    "If only you knew..." Risa mused to herself, suddenly spurting more into her panties enough to create a small stream. It trickled down her leg, making her shudder, both from pleasure and disgust. However, another quick and tight grasp stopped it.

     

    "Don't give up!" Mashiro darted back over to her friend and grabbed her arm, then started running with her.

     

    "Wait-!" Risa cried, struggling free of her grip and continuing to hold herself with both hands. "I'm sorry for this...."

     

    "Don't be! It doesn't affect my life one bit! But it'll affect yours if we don't get you back to the warehouse!" Mashiro looked down and gasped. "Your jeans! They're getting wet spots on them!"

     

    "...Is it that noticeable already?" Risa's eyes widened, and she checked her jeans for wet spots, finding a small trickle from where she leaked just a few minutes before.

     

    Mashiro ignored this and grabbed Risa again, running even faster this time. "We're almost there! We're almost there!" She cheered, nearly chanting.

     

    "Your yelling isn't making my holding any easier," Risa stated, but found herself being placed right in front of the steel door that marked the door of their warehouse.

     

    "We're here!" The green-haired Vizard cheered, spinning around. "Mashiro...Kick!" She threw her foot up and managed to kick a big dent in the door, which alerted the others inside and one of them manually opened the door for them.

     

    "Hey, the girls are back! Did you bring back anything good?" The silver-haired male Vizard, Kensei, asked.

     

    "See for yourself!" Mashiro gave him a huge grin and handed him one of her bags, making him glare at her and walk off with the bag.

     

    "Okay Risa, you're safe here now! Let it flow out!"

     

    "Let what flow out?" Hiyori asked in a bitter tone, walking over to see what all the fuss was about.

     

    "This!" Risa handed her bags to a very-confused Hiyori and spread her legs apart, then finally let go of the flood she had been holding back all morning. She didn't take her jeans off, there was no purpose nor time for that, and her legs started to rapidly darken from her urine. The warmth was nearly at a burning level for her, yet it still felt comforting, and the stream traveled down her jeans and all the way down into her boots.

     

    The intense relief, which would've been numbing to a normal person, was also orgasmic for Risa, who leaned against a wall so her jellified legs wouldn't make her fall to the floor. "This...is...bliss..." She said to herself, sighing in relief. She bent over slightly so the stream would finish faster, as there was already a large puddle inbetween her legs and a stream still pouring out, showing no signs of slowing.
    Since she was so close to climax, and she had embarrassed herself already, she brought her fingers up to her soaked crotch and started rapidly rubbing it, spraying her urine everywhere.

     

    Finally, finally, she brought herself to a climax, and that, too, caused her urine to slow, then taper off, stopping. Afterwards, she opened her eyes-when had she closed them?-and looked around the room to see everyone's reactions.

     

    Mashiro simply looked shocked, and for once, her mouth was covered by her hands, while Hiyori was staring at her in absolute disgust.
    "That's it, I'm vomiting in your shoes." She stated rudely, then stormed off with the grocery bags.

     

    Love and Rose both looked amused, while Shinji just looked irritated, probably thinking of all the laundry they were going to waste precious money on now.
    "My, my, what a big mess this is!" Rose said simply, flipping his hair.

     

    "Yes, and guess who's cleaning it all up?" Shinji asked, marching up to Risa. "The one who made it."
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    After Risa cleaned up her massive puddle, she was made to sit quietly and eat lunch with the others while her clothes were washed by their benefactor. Since she also had to wash her school uniform, she was stuck wearing a pageboy outfit of Shinji's, complete with a grey trenchcoat.
    "What were you thinking? What if somebody saw you?" Hiyori was yelling, the only one truly upset by the event.

     

    "Nobody did, Mashiro made sure of that." Risa answered calmly, sipping another mug of coffee.

     

    "And now you have to wear stupid Shinji's stupid clothes!" Hiyori huffed. "Honestly! Don't you have any regrets about this, whatsoever?!"

     

    Risa looked up at her from the rim of her mug, and very briefly, a very sly smile graced her features. "It was so worth it."

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    Kat took out the gun so she didn't get it wet from her piss and turned around to beth "h-hey um any by chance can you turn around so I can....put a pull up on so I'm not in wet panties?"

     

    "Uh yeah sure" beth said turning around blushing having the feeling of touching herself "so kat your just gonna walk around in just a diaper?"

     

    "N-no I'm gonna put my pants on after I put on the pull up" kat said blushing rapidly fighting the urge to touch herself

     

    Be there turned around thinking kat was done but kat had only just got the pull up around her knees and beth turned back around instantly hoping kat didn't notice

     

    Kat finally got her pullup on and her pants "g-guess my b-bladder got weaker over he time...." Kat gave the gun to beth and told her to put it in the bag

     

    Kat and bet both started walking again till they saw what looked like an old worn down city

     

    "Hey kat I wonder if anybody survived the blast?" Beth said seeing old skyscrapers fallen and some buildings left in rubble

     

    "I dunno beth from the looks of it, it looks as if theres no trace of any humans" kat said also looking at the ruins of a city making her feel sad inside

     

    "Oh my gawd kat look at this" beth said laughing

     

    "What beth?" Kat said wondering what's so funny

     

    "Look what your foot is touching" beth said laughing hysterically

     

    "What?" Kat said then looking down seeing a skeleton of someone in a position that looks as if he/she was preparing for anul kat couldn't help but laugh

     

    Beth laughedand said "I wonder what he was doing"

     

    After their good laugh they decided to walk into the old city and see what was left the checked the first thing that came to mind, they checked a Walmart for stuff that may have been left behind. Once they got to the entrance they walked in and herd what sounding like a blood curtling screech ~to be continued