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    I would just like to point out this is my first story ever and I'm not very good at it at all. I would appreciate any constructive criticism. Hope you enjoy :happy:

     

    Jennifer had worn diapers on and off throughout high school, but was now going into college and could wear them whenever she wanted. Her best friend Mark had invited her to hike during the holidays. She accepted and decided to take the opportunity to wear diapers.
    She had picked Mark up in the morning and they planned to hike up the mountain, stop for lunch then head back home. Jennifer had worn a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and several diapers. In the car she had drunk a coffee to wake herself up and knew that it would soon make its way into her diaper. When they had almost arrived she decided to pee in the diaper, she felt so good peeing and talking to someone without them knowing. Once they had arrived they started making their way up the mountain. Jennifer realised she had drank a whole one litre bottle of water, and her diaper was almost full. They sat on a bench and when Mark decided to go Jennifer said she would catch him up and she decided to take this opportunity to crap in her diaper. It felt so warm she just wanted to stay there all day. Once she stood up she thought her diaper might be visible but couldn’t do anything about now. After catching up with Mark they walked for a while longer then stopped for lunch.

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

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

     

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    “I know, we’ve met…”

     

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

     

    “Yes.”

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    “Yeah, no problem.” Blake finally responded.

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     


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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    “Oh, wow, that’s crazy.”

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    “What’s up?” Yang asked.

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    “Okay.” Yang reluctantly agreed.

     

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     


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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     


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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    “Oh, Blake…” She said sympathetically.

     


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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    “Well, we should probably get going.”

     

    “Right.” Yang said, enthusiastically.

     

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

     

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

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    (Sorry if the first part was bad...this is gonna be a presequel....
    B=beth M=mom.....)

     


    As beth and her mother where packing the suv with clothes and other needs for stuff on a trip beth wonders where there going because her mother hasn't told her yet

     

    B:Soooo...mum where are we going?..

     

    M:well...I guess I should tell you now that were about to leave...where doing to Hawaii

     

    B:H-Hawaii?......

     

    M:yes beth *chuckles* don't act so surprised

     

    B:i-i c-cant believe it!?!!!.....h-how did we even get the money!!!

     

    M:that doesn't matter beth now let's get on the road *laughs*

     

    After about a good hour or two has pasted beth remembers that her mother hasn't told her what the doctor said about her bladder.

     


    B:hey mom do you know any by chance what the doctor said about me....having a-accidents?

     

    M:ohhh yeah he said it sounded like you have a weak bladder he already saw that your bladders small but he said it sounds like its weaker then a normal bladder.

     

    B:how could a bladder be weak?

     

    M:well the doctor said it could weaken by holding in urine for to long

     

    B:oh....*has a flash back of all the times shes held her urine in for more than an hour*

     


    The next day beth wakes up missing her friend Kat

     

    B:*in side beths mind* i miss kat....including when she had accidents when she ad accidents she was so adorable the face she made and the way her body movements were it was just so adorable...

     

     

    TO BE CONTINUED!!!!

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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.

     

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    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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    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..."

  1. It tasted so good. It was like a sweet nectar to a bee. Not only was he easy on the eyes, with his well-toned and muscular body, he knew how to please a girl.

    Nikki paused from her drinking, “Jason...” she whispered.

    “Ah... oh my...” he stuttered.

    “You are the hottest, most exotic man I have seen in a long time. And I thank you for spending the night with me.”

    Jason’s began to lift his arm. He grabbed the girl’s bare shoulder with all the strength he could muster.

    Nikki grinned, “I’ve had a lot of fun tonight. You’re good in bed!” She took his hand off her shoulder and placed it back down. Gently, and erotically, she moved off the left side of his neck, and began kissing him on the right. Her hands moved across his chest, and over his shoulders. His flesh, so smooth... she began to lick him, letting the sensations tickle her tongue with each stroke.

    Then her pleasured grin turned. Two sharp fangs showed themselves, and Nikki bit into the man’s neck again, piercing that carotid artery. Warm blood flowed into her mouth like from a water fountain. Every last drop she could get, she sucked out of the man. A few staggered breaths came out of him, and then all those finely honed muscles went limp, and Nikki let the lifeless body fall onto the bed.

    She looked up to the ceiling, licking her lips and smiling evilly, and sighed in contentment. “That waitress wasn’t kidding when she said you were ‘delicious,’ Jason.” Nikki’s fangs glimmered in the moonlight, dripping with fresh blood. “Shouldn’t get in bed with kids though. That’s just creepy.”

    She hopped off of his hips and onto the floor. It was a sick game she played with men. Seducing them into falling in love with a twelve year-old girl, luring them into bed and then feeding on them relentlessly. She was a predator, and they were the prey. On top of getting horny from time to time, what else was a vampire girl supposed to do?

    She grabbed her panties off of the bed and took one last look at her “lover.” If only for a second, Nikki felt her heart sink, as she looked into the eyes of the man; the eyes that stared into nothing. Was it pity? After almost two centuries of hunting people, could she suddenly be feeling remorse?

    “Nah.” Nikki shook her head. “I’m going to use your shower, Jason, you got my chest all messy.” The remote pang of regret vanished as quickly as it came. The slender red-head girl turned back around into the bathroom and shut the door.

    ____

    Nikki stared up into the stars as she sat against the building. Her thoughts filled again with the same emotions from Jason’s apartment. Why was she feeling this way? It was the same thing every day! How come this time was so different? Nikki began hitting her head with her palm.

    “Come on! Get ahold of yourself!” she whispered.

    Faces began to race through her mind. Jason was there... and... James, Caden, Brianna, Josh, Mike, Angela... Jessica. Every single one a victim of her hedonistic lifestyle. Every single one dead because she thought her happiness was the only thing that mattered.

    Why go on like this? To cause suffering on such a scale? This wasn’t life, and Nikki knew it. As a silvery team began to roll down her cheek, she smashed the titanium wall behind her with her fist, leaving a small dent. She slowly sank to the ground, and buried her face in her hands.

    “What? Check it out, man! Look at 'dis lil’ chick!”

    Nikki looked up to see two teens in dark clothing standing over her.

    “Not bad looking for a girl your age!” the one on the left said.

    “Yeah, you should come home with us!” the right one added.

    Nikki raised an eyebrow. Her emotions in a maelstrom of chaos, she was in no mood to indulge a few pedophiles. She rose to her feet, her fists and jaw clenched, her eyes filled with fire, “I’m going to give you one chance to leave...” she growled.

    The two boys laughed. “You’re scarin’ us? Girl, look.” The right one pulled out a 15 cm switchblade, and he grinned and patted his chest.

    “That’s it!” Nikki yelled. Before anyone could react, Nikki had already kicked the left one in the shin. A loud, spine-shivering snap echoed through the street as the teen feel to the ground, clutching his inverted leg and screaming in pain. His counterpart regained his senses, and lunged at Nikki with his blade. Like catching a ball, she grabbed his wrist as it came her way, twisted it in a full three-sixty, and delivered an open-palmed uppercut square to his jaw. Another snap! sounded, the teen flew backwards and crashed into the ground, his head angled in way a human head shouldn’t be.

    Nikki glared at the other one, her crimson eyes pulsating with anger. The boy was filled with fear, his pants soaked around the groin. As fast as he could, he crawled away from the angered vampire.

    “I’ve seen enough death for one day...” Nikki mumbled, and she let her adversary escape. She looked over at the body of the one she killed and sighed loudly. “I gotta pee...”

    ____

    “Is this a joke!?” She yelled. Every door on the block was outfitted with one of those new “Super Mag locks.” When she got to last door on the block, Nikki didn’t care who saw. She summoned as much of her strength as she could, and delivered a swift kick to the center of the door.

    Nothing more than a dent.

    Nikki howled in frustration and grabbed her crotch. “Please have an open door, I’ve been holding it all night!” She squeezed herself and looked around frivolously. The sky and clouds were quickly going from dark blue to a subtle pink. Sunrise was imminent. Yet, no one was around still. Quickly, the girl unbuttoned her jeans and proceeded to slide them down her legs. She squatted down and began to let go...

    “Whoa! What are you doing!?” A voice sounded behind her.

    “Oh, sh-!” Nikki rose and pulled her pants up just as she peed. A good sized spurt spilled into her pants and created a long wet spot.

    “What the hell!?” The man behind her asked.

    “Nothing!”

    The man was just about to confront her, but he blinked. And that was all it took. Within the split second that he closed and open his eyes, the red-haired girl was gone.

    Nikki dashed at top speed down the street, feeling herself leak more every few steps. “God, if you’re out there, cut me some damn slack!” She reached the end of the street when the sun finally peaked over the green hill tops. Nikki screamed in agony as her skin began to burn, white puffs of smoke filled the air around her. On instinct, she shot over to her right like a plasma bolt and crashed through the door there, tripping, and rolling across the floor. She quickly got up and looked around. “Flop house.” she stated.

    “Welcome to the Hearthill motel!” a mechanical voice said behind her. Nikki turned to see a one-and-a-half meter tall automaton. “How may I assist you today?”

    Nikki raised an eyebrow. “Uh... your door busted.”

    “Thank you for informing me! I will let my superiors know at once! Is there anything else I-”

    “Bathroom. Now.”

    “On the second floor, third hallway, to your right.”

    Nikki tried a speed burst, but the sun had sapped her strength. It was harder now more than ever to hold it, it was like she was carrying a lead ball in her bladder. She ran up the stairs and made her way to the women’s bathroom. She hit the button but the door did not open. A little panel on it read, “occupied.”

    Nikki’s eyes widened in fury. She banged on the door. “Out now! I’m gonna pee myself!”

    “I’m almost done! Wait!” a woman’s voice came from the other side.

    Nikki put her head on the door as she held her crotch tightly. “I’m not waiting, get out now or I’ll eat you!”

    “What!?”

    Nikki squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. Her bladder muscles had failed, and only sheer will was keeping her urine at bay.

    “Rrrreeeaaaarrrggghhh!!!!” Nikki began to sweat. “Out.... nowwwwww....”

    “Wait!!”

    “FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!” Nikki yelled.

    It began with a small spurt. Then a large spurt, then a rapid flurry of spurts, followed by a full on stream. Nikki tried to get things under control but her body wouldn’t obey. Spraying noises could be heard from inside her pants as the seat of her jeans began to darken, with the dark spots expanding downward against her legs. Fluid began dripping from the edges of her pants’ legs, creating a quickly growing puddle under her.

    Nikki glared up at the ceiling as she peed in her clothing. “Fine. I suppose I deserve it after today.”

    The door to the bathroom finally opened, and the woman gasped as she stepped in the urine puddle. “Oh my! You... you just peed all over the floor!!”

    Nikki grabbed the woman by the collar of her shirt and pulled it down to her face. She looked the woman straight in the eye. “Give. Me. Your. Pants. Now.”

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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
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    "It's no big deal... We all literally just got her, Sai." Alice reassured her
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    "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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    Vayne tapped his leg furiously on the ground, unable to sit still. He pressed his legs together hard and squirmed around, trying to not piss himself. He longed to hold himself, but his hands were tied behind the chair, preventing him from using them. The silverette moaned in desperation as his bladder spasmed, bouncing frantically in his seat to hold it.

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

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

     

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

     

    “What are you talking about, Alan?”

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

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    For some reason Jessica’s roommate, Naomi, had went out and bought boxes of Earl Grey tea bags and had been making pots of tea, nonstop. Naomi wasn’t a fan of tea, she hated it and never let Jessica keep it in the house so when suddenly Naomi was giving her all she could drink she felt suspicious. The other girl said it was a thank you present, for being a good roommate. Jessica doubted her but accepted the tea nonetheless. Why pass up a good drink?

    While she was sipping on the tea Naomi decided that they should have a movie marathon, yet another thing Jessica loved. Again she was suspicious but didn’t say anything. If she complained then Naomi might never do something like that with her again. Instead she sipped her fourth cup of tea in silence while the movie played.

    Halfway through the second movie Jess started squirm. All the tea she had drunken was starting to affect her. Figuring she could hold it until the movie was over, she decided to stay put.

    Before the third movie could get underway Jess turned her head to request Naomi paused the movie. Then she noticed the other girl had been staring intently at her. Her cheeks turned red. “Wh…what is it?” She asked when Naomi stayed silent. Naomi just shook her head.

    “You stay here. I’ve gotta use the john.” She announced before walking away.

    Since the apartment they shared only had one bathroom, Jessica had to wait. Stupidly, she kept sipping her tea.

    It wasn’t until 20 minutes later that Jessica started to regret her decision. She had stood up to get the remote to the TV so she could rewind the movie a bit. When she stood she felt everything inside her shift. Suddenly she felt heavy pressure in her bladder. It hurt and felt like she was going to pee herself any second. She tried to sit back down and ignore it but it was too late. Her leg wouldn’t stop vibrating. Eventually she stood up and rushed over the the bathroom. When she tried to open the door she found it was locked.

    What the heck?’ She thought rattling the door nob. “Naomi? Are you still in there?”

    “Yes!” Naomi called out.

    “Hurry up! I have to pee.” Jessica moaned, smacking her head against the door. “Seriously. Are you constipated or something?” She asked.

    “Nah.” Was all Naomi said in reply. Jessica waited a little more, hoping her roommate would explain why she was still in the bathroom, but no such luck.

    “What are you doing then?” She asked finally.

    “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Naomi answered. Jessica groaned in frustration. She was bouncing up and down on her toes, trying to keep it in but oh god it felt like she was going to explode. She was so full and she needed to let it out. Then the worst thing happened.

    At first it was quiet, Jessica didn’t even notice it. But then she realized that Naomi had turned on the shower head. Water was hitting down on the tiled floor. It was loud in Jessica’s ears and she felt another lurch of need go through her. “Fuck.” She cursed.

    “What was that Jess?” Naomi called out. “Did you say something?” There was a teasing lilt to her voice that drove Jessica crazy.

    “I said fuck you! Let me in already! Please Naomi. Pleeease.” She almost cried. Her legs were pressed tightly together with her hands pressed against her crotch. She was so close to the bathroom and she could feel her pee trying to escape. “Oh god.” She gasped as a little bit escaped.

    Naomi turned off the shower which Jessica was thankful for until she heard Naomi speak. “Are you okay?”

    “No I’m not okay! I’m about to piss my pants. Why are you doing this?” She asked. Naomi could hear the sobs in her voice. Jessica hoped it would make her take pity but instead she heard Naomi laugh at her.

    “I’m not doing anything.” she purred. “If you have to go so bad, then go.” she said unlocking the door. Jessica felt relief rush through her. But when she relaxed she found that more pee escaped her, wetting her panties. She stared to unbutton her pants as Naomi slipped out the door. She was so ready to relieve herself but then Naomi close the door and leaned against it.

    “What are you doing?” Jessica asked, bewildered. “Move out the way before I pee my pants!”

    “No.” Naomi said before getting over the door and pushing Jessica against a wall. The other girl screamed but Naomi ignored it. “I want to see you wet yourself.” She whispered in Jessica’s ear.

    “Oh my god!” Jessica moaned thrusting up her hips, subconsciously. “Oh god, Naomi please.” Jessica’s moans only made Naomi want to control her more. She pressed down one of her arms on her lower stomach then licked Jessica’s neck. That was what pushed her over the edge.

    The piss burst from her like a waterfall, absolutely soaking her jeans. Naomi pulled away just in time to avoid getting wet. Jessica stood, leaning against the wall, practically crying. Tears were stinging her eyes. She felt so humiliated but also so very good. It was warm as it traveled down her thighs then splattered onto their wood floor. She could hear the sound of her pee hitting the ground which only made her more embarrassed.

    Tears started to roll down her cheek and she put her hands to her eyes, trying to rub them away. She couldn’t stop wetting herself no matter how hard she tried and right in front of Naomi no less. She started to slide down and eventually sat in the growing puddle of piss, with her head down. She didn’t want to see how Naomi was looking at her.

    The other girl squatted down in front of her and started to pet her hair. “Sssh. It’s okay. You did good. You held it sooo good. Don’t cry. You look so sexy right now, don’t ruin your makeup.” Confused, Jessica looked up and was met by Naomi’s lips.

    Her first instinct was to try and pull away but Naomi put her hands behind her head and wouldn’t let go. Eventually Jessica relaxed and let Naomi kiss her. She even opened up her plump, red painted lips when she felt her roommates tongue in her mouth.

    Naomi pulled the smaller girl closer to her and their breasts touched. Jessica let herself get lost in the feeling of kissing her longtime crush and ignored the cold wetness in her pants.

    However, when Naomi started to pull of her shirt, Jessica stopped her. “W-wait. I’m all gross right now. Why are you…?” Naomi laughed.

    “I’m into the sort of thing, Jess. Urophilia. Water sports. Omorashi. Whatever you want to call it. You wetting is what turned me on in the first place.”

    “Oh! Not to be mean but that’s kind of…um….weird.” Again, Naomi laughed.

    “I know.” She whispered before she resumed taking of Jessica’s shirt.

    “Wait, wait! Shouldn’t we clean this up first?” Naomi started to get frustrated. She lifted Jessica up, bridal style, then started walking toward their room.

    “I’ll clean it up later.” she said before dumping Jess on her bed. “Now shut up and let me fuck you.” She hissed, ripping off her own shirt. A visible shudder when through Jessica at Naomi’s harshness.

    Jessica laid back on the bed and watched as the dark skinned girl peeled her wet jeans from off her pale, wet skin, revealing her soaked, pink panties. “Cute.” Naomi snickered before removing those as well. She was met with a bush of dark brown, curly pubes. She spread Jessica’s thigh to get a good look at her pussy. With one hand on Jessica’s thigh she used the other hand to spread her vagina’s lips to get a good look at the pink inside.

    Her tongue slid across Jessica’s clit which made the other girl squeak. “Sooo cute.” Naomi sighed before returning her tongue to the other girls clit making Jessica moan and arch her back. Naomi pulled her face away from Jessica’s vag but kept her hand their, rubbing her clit and fingering her.

    Instead of using her mouth to taste her cunt she decided to place it around of of Jessica’s nipples. She sucked and licked and nipped at it which made Jessica go crazy.

    The sight of Jessica underneath her, writhing in pleasure from her hands and mouth made Naomi’s panties wet. She could feel the wetness distinctly whenever she moved around too much and rubbed her legs together. She considered making Jessica 69 with her, but decided she didn’t want to push her too far. Given what she had already done it would be best to just get her off then hope she’d let her do it again.

    Jessica’s juices slicked up Naomi’s fingers. She took them out of her vagina and decided to focus only on her clit. She rubbed it vigorously, relishing in the moans that came from Jessica’s mouth. It wasn’t long before the other girl started screaming her name.

    “OH GOD Naomi I think I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming.” She started to babble nonsense. All of her words blended together as she shook from the force of her orgasm. She breathed in deeply, gasping as if Naomi had taken away all her air.

    Pulling away her wet fingers, Naomi smirked. “Did you enjoy yourself?” Jessica blushed.

    “Yeah… We should. Do this again sometime.” She suggested.

    “Gladly.”

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    "Morning darling!" I rolled over and kissed her, my pee holding goddess. "It's valentine's day so I've booked us both the day off work," she looked surprised so I was glad her colleagues had kept it secret, "and we're going to have some fun. It'll be a holding day for you like you've always dreamed of, do you want to pee now before we begin?" She shook her head and kissed me.

    "Ok, on your head be it. I've bought you a 5 litre bottle of water, and you have to drink it all, as slowly as you like. I'm going to lock you in the spare bedroom while you do. Choose your clothes for the day now, and take them in there with you. You mustn't drink it too quick or you'll give yourself health problems. Can you do it, and do you want to?"

    "Anything for you, this sounds like a treat," she responded. "What should I wear?" We settled on casual skinny red jeans and a floaty top. She'd already drunk getting on for a litre by the time I locked her in, with some breakfast too. Not that she'd be hungry once all that water was sloshing around waiting for her kidneys to deal with it.

    I pottered around the house tidying up and getting things ready for later, and it wasn't until two hours after I'd turned the key on the spare room - which had no en suite - that she hammered on the door to let me know she'd drunk the water.

    "I've almost drunk it all," she said, holding up the massive bottle with a small volume left at the bottom. Well, perhaps a litre left. "My stomach feels horrible, I really don't want any more." She looked amazing, with an empty bottle in her hand that I knew was all inside her, her beautiful figure and quiet smirk on her face.

    "Ok, listen carefully," I warned. "We're going out. You won't be able to pee until we get back. I'm not telling you everything about what we're doing, but if you want, you can wrap yourself in this cling film to sweat off as much as possible. It might be uncomfortable and restrict your movement, but it's up to you if you want to risk holding all that instead."

    She looked incredulous. "What on earth are you going to do to me?"

    "We're booked on a Ryanair flight with no toilets, I was careful to select the destination based on their published policy of removing toilets to accommodate extra seats. Cling film won't show up on airport security scanners, I've checked."

    She looked tearful. Maybe I was pushing it too far already. "Where to?" she asked.

    "Dublin, we'll have valentine's lunch there then come back," I replied. "How're you doing by the way?"

    "Bloody bloated stomach, that's the worst thing. Knowing how full I'll be later is the only thing stoppong me throwing it up to relieve the pain," she said.

    "So you want to be full, fuller than you've ever been?" I queried.

    "Oh yes, you know I want to be worse every time we play," she replied.

    I left her to decide what to do with the cling film while I dressed, leaving the door unlocked this time, trusting her implicitly. She surprised me with a cuddle when she was ready and we headed out, driving to the airport. Unfortunately at the airport we were randomly selected for extra security screening and subjected to the full body x-ray thing that supposedly makes all passengers safer. I heard the security guy ask her to stand still while he scanned, and knew the water was doing its stuff. I'd made sure that we allowed plenty of time for security so we had to wait quite a while for our gate to be announced, during which time Mel refused to sit down. We had to shop shop shop to let her keep moving and hide her already pronounced fidgeting.

    Sitting on the plane she opted for the window seat and leant her head on my shoulder. "This is amazing, I've never felt so exhilarated about a hold before. It's making me really nervous but the cling film is helping, you come up with the weirdest ideas," she whispered.

    "How are you doing darling?"

    "It's hugely full, it doesn't usually happen this quickly but there's just so much water in me. It's fine though, feels fantastic and not urgent at all. I feel like I could last all day."

    "Despite the fidgeting?" I gesticulated at her squirming in the confined seat.

    "It's involuntary, you know that. You're worse than me for fidgeting when you're desperate!" she retorted.

    I changed the subject. "What did you do with the cling film then?"

    "Like you said, wrapped it around my body and thighs to encourage sweating, and that is definitely happening. It's a bit uncomfortable, both the constriction from it being there and the sweat is trapped by the film, but I can't imagine I'd have made it all day with 4 litres in me otherwise. I doubt I'd be sitting here on a plane with no loo in fact. Even I'm not daft. And I also wrapped some around myself really tight, so I won't have to hold myself when it gets that bad. I've got a nice tight, and if I'm lucky waterproof too, layer to keep it all in. You're in for a treat dear!"

    Wow, she wasn't going to go all day. I'd intended to let her pee during lunch in Dublin, knowing she'd be more than hydrated enough to be bursting again when we eventually got home. Maybe I should have told her that this morning! I was rock hard now, and the seatbelt was annoying my erection.

    I wriggled to free myself. "Er, are you sure? You haven't peed since last night sweetheart, and it's already," I checked my watch, "11:30, lunch is booked at 1:30, the flight back is 7pm giving us some shopping time before we have to check in. You won't be home before 10ish and if you don't pee before my 'treat'," I emphasised that using my fingers to make imaginary quote marks, "it'll be midnight before you go."

    She grabbed my hands as I made the gesture. "I didn't pee last night, I pretended by flushing so you'd think I had, but was holding it for a nice full bladder sexual marathon this morning before work. You know, a valentine's treat for us both." She shrugged her shoulders. She could tell from my expression I wanted the stats. "I peed before leaving work yesterday, 6 ish I guess."

    Looking at her hand clasping mine, quite hard to be honest, I knew she was worried whether she could do this. "How do you feel about the hours ahead?"

    "I told you, it feels great, so full and like my muscles are being forced to expand by the volume. That'll happen a lot more I hope!" Her sphincter was clearly easily coping for now, my goddess. She really couldn't sit still though.

    When we had landed, walked the seemingly never ending corridors of Dublin airport and had gone through a mercifully short passport queue we hopped on the city centre airport bus. My girlfriend just sat quietly watching the world go by, but clearly now struggling to hold with will power alone. I wasn't surprised with over 18 hours in her, plus in the last 5 hours 4 litres input which her kidneys would be working madly to force into her now super full bladder. I'd planned to make her struggle through our romantic valentine's lunch and then let her empty before we toured the city shops, topped her up with a few beers, and headed back to the airlitresA. t best she'd only pee 2 litres After lunch, leaving another 2, plus the lunch drinks and beers to make her even worse before we got home.

    When we reached our table in the posh restaurant Mel wiggled her eyebrows at me. We'd been seated at the furthest point from the toilets, with a whole restaurant of loved up tables for 2 for her to walk through if she had an accident. Great I thought, more incentive for her to wait like the good girl she always was was. As she'd decided to go for all day, who was I to argue.

    We ordered champagne and water to drink, as alcohol can be so dehydrating. It was not particularly because of our fetish but we always drank a glass of water with every glass of alcohol. Over the course of a fabulous lunch when Mel didn't stop moving for one second, we got through two bottles of champagne and two of mineral water. We had a huge amount of fun flirting and being like any other couple in the restaurant, except that my girlfriend couldn't sit still or even, apparently, breath freely. Towards the end of the meal, 8 hours since she'd started consuming the 4 litres, she was gasping every so often and bending forward in her chair. It was mid-afternoon, with quite some time before our flight home.

    I asked if she dared leave the restaurant and available toilets behind. "Oh yes," she nodded eagerly. "I may be embarrassingly fidgety, but it still just feels superb. Full, expanding and under control. There's no urgency at all. I want it like this more often!" That got my mind wandering.

    Shopping was unsuccessful because we were so completely distracted. Every time one of us tried to stop and look at something in a shop Mel's complete inability to keep still made us either go red or break down in giggles. Whenever I thought we were out of other people's earshot I wanted to know how she was doing. Something weird seemed to have happened, she'd drunk more than she usually did but was coping much better than we'd expect and enjoying the desperation much more. As far as I could tell this was because she felt full but under control, at least as regards leaking was concerned. She definitely couldn't control the fidgeting which was getting extreme. Her reaction was that at least she was burning calories!

    Having abandoned shopping we had one pint each in a pub but chose to leave because other customers were staring at Mel. She was sitting on a bench under a window, with her feet curled up under her and with her whole body bouncing rhythmically. She looked more gorgeous than ever to me at that moment. I couldn't get my mind off the fact she'd drunk so much.

    Standing (in my case) and squirming (in her case) outside the pub we tried to decide what to do to kill the time before we needed to be back at the airport. If you've ever been to Dublin airport you'll know it's not got the best shopping ever, and sitting drinking for hours didn't seem a good idea. I had to drive after all. We headed to the bus stop walking slowly to avoid too long standing still in the queue, which would embarrass us both at this point. The journey was uneventful apart from Mel's increasing fidgeting.

    At the airport, security were again being particularly careful. By the time we got to the front of the queue I could tell Mel was beginning to struggle. Presumably her pint of beer wasn't helping. She started sweating, bending at the waist, twisting her legs and being blindingly obvious. The security chaps couldn't help but notice. They must have been bored and looking for something to amuse them. They claimed the machine was malfunctioning and asked Mel to stand still while they manually scanned her with one of those handheld devices, but because she was beyond standing still they claimed they couldn't trust the result and insisted on a 'personal' search. Mel protested but they assured her she could remain fully clothed. I relaxed at that point but poor girl, she couldn't. We were taken to a private room where a female official searched Mel. She paused on her thighs, probably feeling the cling film as an unusual texture, and at that moment it became obvious we might be in more trouble than I'd anticipated. Mel shot horrible looks at me as she was clearly bursting now, still sweating, starting to involuntarily gasp and so admitted as much to the security team.

    "Look, I have got to go to the loo," she began.

    "We can see that, just wait until we've strip searched you and then you can go," one of the men replied. "Do you want him to leave while we conduct the search?"

    She shook her head. "No, let me go now please. I don't mind someone coming with me to check I don't throw anything I just have to go now or I'll, well, I, erm. You know." At that one of the men looked at one of the others and winked.

    We were taken into a smaller room with just two female security officers, and Mel was asked to strip. She looked at me for help, but I couldn't figure out what to do. So she did, starting with her top half. When she inevitably revealed the cling film around her body the ladies stepped back in horror. One radioed a colleague. The other asked "Are you concealing any sort of weapon or explosive under that?"

    I was transfixed by the largest bladder bulge I had ever seen. My petite girlfriend must have grown from a [uK] size 6 to a size 14, how on earth she'd kept her skinny jeans done up all day was a mystery. Her bladder was poking over the top of her jeans like a fat man's belly.

    Presumably not thinking entirely straight out of pure desperation, Mel replied "Only my bladder, that feels explosive!" They both took another step back and stared suspiciously at us until six men came in, bodily picked Mel up and laid her on the floor, pinning her arms and legs down so that she couldn't move. "Stop it!" she pleaded, but it was obvious we were beyond that. They'd have to complete their search before they realised we weren't hiding anything.

    I decided I'd better man up. I cleared my throat "Is smuggling nearly 5 litres of water, a bottle of champagne and a pint of beer a criminal offense?" Two of the security people looked at me but the rest continued to debate how to remove Mel's jeans without letting go of her legs. I spoke louder. "We're just indulging our fetish, she drinks as much as she can and then the cling film is to help her sweat it out," no-one was listening to me now, even Mel who was screaming to let her pee. My voice faltered "And she holds the rest until we get home. Haven't you ever tried that?" I knew before the words left my lips the last question was a huge mistake, but sometimes that's just how life is. Your mouth gets ahead of common sense.

    Eventually they gingerly inched her jeans off, leaving her in her bra and very brief panties. It was valentine's day so they weren't exactly modest. As a result, the cling film around her nether regions, to stop her leaking or needing to hold herself, was visible. The men just stared. The women weren't much better. As we looked Mel evidently realised that she had to prove what I'd said, and let go. Not much could come out with the cling film around her but as she'd not peed since the previous day it was yellow enough to be seen. She made a monumental effort to clamp it off again and shot my another angry look. To their credit the security team didn't flinch when she peed.

    Eventually though the senior one, holding her right arm, asked a question. "Why did you do that?"

    She replied very quickly, and through gritted teeth - try stopping the flow with that much inside you and after such a long hold - "To prove to you what my stupid boyfriend said. I've been holding it about 24 hours, I've drunk everything he said, sweated a lot off to be fair but been struggling to hold it for hours. For pleasure. The cling film was a stupid prank to spice up our fantasy. Please let me pee!"

    "I've never come across this situation before. I'll have to x-ray you first, then we can let you on your way if you're telling the truth. The x-ray machine is the other side of the building, so we're going to have to put you on a trolley and cover you while we wheel you over there. We can't let you dress and walk yourself for security reasons."

    Mel grimaced, and after much shuffling a trolley was squeezed into the crowded room and she was lifted on to it, then handcuffed and ankle cuffed to it. A sheet was placed over her and then we headed off, me tagging along.

    A thought occured to me, so I asked "If we are a perceived threat, why aren't you taking so much notice of me?"

    The whole team's faces changed, and it was their turn to look uncomfortable.

    ----

    And so it transpired that after a lengthy court case, in which every detail of our fetish was examined by the defendants' barrister, we were awarded 250 thousand euros compensation for sexual harassment by that security team. It turned out they had indulged their own fetish for detaining the many young women desperate to pee that passed through the gate line for several years, but we were the first to find them out. Never had holding it paid so handsomely.

    Had we made it home to make love with all that pee inside her? No, but we joined the mile high club in our own unique way, and then Mel got to pee before we returned to our seats. If only we'd carried a measuring jug on as hand luggage!

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    It was a glorious summer’s day, we had gone into the park for a lazy afternoon and to have a picnic together. Jane and I had been going out for a while, and the park was quite near to the flat where Jane lived, I was in a shared house a few miles away. We had both been busy making the picnic in the morning, putting together a delicious array of finger foods and plenty of cold drinks, the weather was hot and the forecast was for it to be a lovely day.

    We strolled hand in hand into the park, carrying the picnic basket and a cool-box of cold drinks, and we headed to a quieter grassy area beneath the trees and away from the more crowded area near the entrance, where the children’s playground and the facilities were located. We laid out the blanket on the ground and unpacked the food, it looked delicious, but we were both so thirsty on such a hot day that we quickly drank some cool lemonade before settling down for the afternoon.

    The time passed, we chatted and laughed, slowly eating the food and drinking more lemonade from the cool-box. Inevitable I began to need a wee, and I was wondering what to do, I didn’t want to move. We lay together on the blanket, Jane with her head in my lap then, as if reading my mind, Jane announced that she needed a wee. I said I did too, but neither of us made any effort to move, we just lay together in the glorious sunshine. I began thinking about Jane needing a wee and my mind wandered, how desperate was she? Should we head over to the toilets soon? I was getting quite desperate myself and, if we didn’t, I was imagining what might happen? As we lay there, Jane began moving restlessly then sat up and, kneeling on the blanket, began to press herself with her hand, squeezing herself hard through her dress. She looked at me saying, ‘Oh my, I’m really dying for a wee, are you?’ I sat up too, ‘Yes I really need to go too,’ I replied. ‘Should we pack up?’

    Jane looked around, ‘Well, you could go over to that nearby tree for a wee, it would be ok, no one would be able to see what you are doing.’ She paused before adding, ‘In fact, would you do that, because I would really like to watch you?’

    ‘What about you?’ I asked. ‘Well, I’m dying to go now,’ she said, ‘But I’ll just have to wait. ‘Anyway, you go over there, and I’ll enjoy watching you,’ she said.

    I was surprised but was happy to oblige, so I got up and went over to the tree. She followed, unzipping my fly in my shorts and watching as I let go a stream of wee onto the ground from my semi erect penis.

    ‘Now what about you?’ I said when I had finished, taking her hand as we walked back and sat on the blanket. Jane was clearly quite desperate for a wee, ‘I don’t know what to do, I can’t wait much longer,’ she said looking around, ‘I don’t think I would make it to the toilets, but I can’t just pull my knickers down here, people in the park can see us.’ 

    I was getting quite turned on. ‘I’m really dying to go,’ she said and she began holding and pressing herself between the legs again. ‘In fact, if I don’t go soon, I’m going to wet myself.’ , imagining her wetting herself was actually making me quite horny. ‘Well, if you’re so desperate, why don’t you?’ I suddenly said. ‘It’s ok.’ She looked at me, ‘Are you saying you wouldn’t mind if I were to wet my knickers?’ I looked at her, ‘Yes, if you are so desperate what can you to do? It doesn’t matter, it’s fine, that’s what I am saying,’ I replied.

    She was wearing a long summer dress. ‘Look, let me help you,’ I said. ‘Come on, let’s go and sit over there.’ We got up and moved onto the grass. Jane knelt down but was still holding herself through her dress. I carefully spread her dress out around her and then gently took her hand away. ‘Now your dress is well out of the way, why don’t you sit down with your knees up, and then let go and wee?’ She looked at me. ‘Are you giving me permission to wet myself?’ she asked. ‘I am,’ I said. ‘Just wee on the grass. Pretend you haven’t got your knickers on, no one will be able to tell,’ I said.

    She thought for a moment, ‘You really don’t mind? I’m dying for a wee.’ I grinned at her, ‘I don’t mind at all,’ I replied. ‘Ok, what harm can it do,’ she said. ‘Alright, if you think it’s ok and you’re sure you don’t mind, I’ll do it, I really am bursting to go.’

    Jane moved from kneeling and sat down on the grass, she had her knees bent and her legs slightly apart. With her hand she lifted the front of her dress clear of her lap then closed her eyes and concentrated. She wriggled a few times then, sitting very upright, she straightening her back and sat very still, then she began to wee. I watched as she wet her knickers, slowly at first but then weeing more, harder and faster, until she had emptied her bursting bladder.

    Jane opened her eyes and looked at me, ‘Oh my gosh, that feels so good, I was really bursting.’ She suddenly looked a little embarrassed. There, I’ve done it, but I’ve wet my knickers, are you sure you don’t mind?’ She lifted up the front of her dress and I could see the soaking wet cotton of her panties between her legs. ‘It’s a bit childish I know, I haven’t wet myself for a long time, but I remember once wetting myself like this when I was a young girl at school,’ she said.

    She stood up, pulling her dress down, and came over to me, kneeling down beside me on the blanket. ‘I don’t mind at all,’ I said, ‘In fact I’m feeling quite turned on.’ I carefully slid my hand under her dress, running my fingers gently along her thigh, and fondling her through the wet cotton.

    She put her hand on the large bulge in the front of my shorts, ‘Oh my, you are horny,’ she said grinning, ‘If this is the effect that me being desperate for a wee and wetting my knickers has, then maybe I’ll have to arrange to wet myself a bit more often,’ she said. ‘Now I think we need to go back to my flat. I have to change my wet knickers and we need to do something with that bulge in your shorts.’

    Together we happily picked up our picnic things and, hand in hand, headed out of the park. No one else was any the wiser.

     

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    Layla Del Rosario was studying at a school called Omo High. She had been sent to this particular high school because she always seemed to wet herself, but in reality, she just loved the feeling of the gentle warmness between her legs when she was peeing. She always tried to hold on so long and it would feel so good when she would let go. But for some reason, each and every time she wet herself on purpose, her mom would always find out one way or another.

    "Layla, did you wet herself again?!" a shout rang out. Layla blushed at this because she had accidentally lost control and spurted pee in her panties for a little bit. "Mmoommm," she whined. "Nnoootttt nnooowwww" she was still playing around, trying to complete one of her games, while one of her hands was occupied between her legs and the other on a controller. Of course, only having one hand, she was failing miserably at said game. "Ugh, I wanna pee so bad, but I really don't want to get up. I only have one more life left." She decided that she would play one more time, and that she would go to the bathroom to relieve herself.

    As she was playing, another big spurt came out of her and it showed a spot in her panties. "No, I can't pee right now. I have to finish this." After she said that, another spurt came out. "NO, go back, go back, go back, go back, please." she begged to her body. Her bladder was so buldged out that she looked that she pregnant. She rubbed herself trying to hold in her pee inside of her. "Ahhhh," she moaned. She rubbed herself for about 30 seconds before realizing that after a few more strokes, then she would've gone over the line of no return. After she stopped rubbing herself, the need to pee came urgently back at her.

    Layla took off her shorts and immediately put a hand in her crotch so she could relieve some of the pressure on her bladder. "Please, let me make it into the bathroom in time." she begged to her body. After saying this, she trudged onward to the bathroom, each painful step making her spurt and making the panties between her wetter and wetter between her legs.

    "LAYLA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" reverberated throughout the room. As her mother's shout startled her along with the hand on her shoulder. She lost it. A hiss resounded throughout the room and her panties went darker and darker and it couldn't absorb the liquid anymore so it streamed out between Layla's thigh. She ended up squatting down so more pee couldn't get in between her legs anymore. As soon as she was done, she remembered that her mother was watching her.

    "LAAYYYLLLAAAA"

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    REVENGE: A Three-Part Omorashi Thriller

    [Daniel] (written by frostyjr2)

    Daniel Xu felt really terrible.

    He had just finished an email chat with his classmate Caitlin LaVes.

    He was telling her that her older sister Leah was planning a nasty surprise for someone,

    only to find out that it was poor Caitlin who had been the victim of Leah’s evil scheme.

    Luckily, he hadn’t bothered to mention his own part in it.

    He had been the one who had procured the Chinese herb which Leah had dubbed ‘peetonium’,

    the herb that caused the bladder to fill suddenly and then void almost immediately afterwards.

    Now, Caitlin was in tears, and it was pretty much all his fault.

    Daniel had always had a secret thing for seeing girls desperate, and his greatest fantasy was that

    someday he would actually get to see a girl who was in the throes of desperation have an accident in public. Still, as Caitlin described what Leah had done to her, he realized that the thought of what had happened was making him feel just awful; it was not how he had imagined it would be at all.

    Well, OK… he had to admit inwardly that he was a little turned on by the thought that Caitlin had

    actually peed her pants, but overall, he did feel bad about it.

    “That bitch Leah!” he thought to himself.

    She was always using him; making him do her homework or run errands for her, and now this.

    She had manipulated him into helping her humiliate her sister by causing Caitlin to wet herself

    uncontrollably while waiting for Leah to get out of their only bathroom.

    OMG, what a low-down rat he was!

    He hated himself for succumbing so easily to Leah’s wiles, but she was blonde and pretty,

    with a ‘banging bod’, as his friends would say.

    She had him wrapped around her little finger, and he would have done anything she asked of him.

    Until now…

    After talking to her sister, he understood how Leah had been using him.

    She wasn’t interested in him at all, only in what he could do for her.

    Yes, he had been duped, manipulated and used all along; that much was finally clear to him,

    thanks to Caitlin.

    Now Daniel couldn’t decide who he hated the most at this moment: Leah, for using him;

    himself, for being stupid enough to fall for her con; or Caitlin, for bursting the bubble of his illusory happiness.

    Even though he was mad at Caitlin, Daniel still felt a bit sorry for her now.

    Caitlin had qualified for AP math, and she was taking the same math classes as Daniel, although she was a freshman and he was a junior, so he had seen her many times before, but he hadn’t really noticed her. He had always been too infatuated with her flamboyant older sister.

    Caitlin was a small girl, with long wavy red hair, green eyes, an upturned button of a nose,

    and with a light sprinkling of freckles on her face.

    She was near-sighted, and so she always wore small oval horn-rimmed glasses.

    A bit of a klutz, always bumping into things and people because her head was buried in a book,

    she was quiet and studious.

    Caitlin also dressed rather modestly, but her clothes were always perfectly matched and ‘put together’.

    And she was very cute, in her own ‘girl-next-door’ kind of way, Daniel realized now.

    She was so completely different from her sister Leah.

    Leah was a senior, tall, blonde, and sexy; a total airhead, a party animal, and a bit of a slut

    (if one had to be honest).

    Which is why Daniel had been able to delude himself into thinking he stood a chance with her;

    after all, it seemed like she would sleep with just about anything in pants, and he wore pants every day.

    His turn would have to come sooner or later, he had told himself.

    All he had to do was whatever she wanted him to.

    Leah was irresistible, at least at first glance.

    You had to look much closer at little Caitlin to notice her good qualities.

    She was always in the shadow of her more popular, outgoing sister.

    Who was actually a complete and totally evil bitch, Daniel now realized.

    The image of Caitlin standing there in front of the bathroom door, uncontrollably wetting her sweatpants

    through her panties was now stuck in his mind. So close, yet still too far away...

    Daniel smiled at the thought.

    ”I guess I’ve figured out which one I hate the most now,” he said to himself.

    Time passed, and the school dance was coming up in just a few days.

    After their first email exchange, Daniel had begun video chatting with Caitlin every evening.

    The more they spoke, the more he realized that Caitlin was actually the more interesting of the LaVes sisters.

    She was witty, she was intelligent, and she had a kind heart; well, except towards her sister and her parents. She really hated them.

    However, knowing what he knew now, Daniel could sort of understand that.

    None of them were ever very nice to Caitlin, and her parents made it totally obvious that Leah was their

    favorite, even though she was rambunctious and out of control.

    But then, Caitlin had some personality traits that made it difficult to deal with her at times.

    She was a borderline obsessive compulsive, always needing a routine, always working to a schedule.

    She was devastated when things didn’t go the way she wanted or needed them to.

    She was also very fragile emotionally, even though she usually managed to hide that pretty well from the

    outside world.

    Now that Daniel knew her a little better, it was a bit more obvious to him.

    Finally, her drive to excel was almost as neurotically strong as his.

    “And she doesn’t even have Asian parents,” Daniel thought, laughing.

    But all of these things just made Daniel feel like he wanted to protect her.

    Without even realizing it at first, he was falling for Caitlin… falling hard.

    And when Caitlin finally confided in him that after Leah’s little trick her crazy mother was forcing her to wear a diaper, even though it had only been that one time that she had had an accident, his joy knew no bounds.

    She was wearing a diaper!

    That was it, he was totally in love, and now he would do anything for Caitlin.

    Including helping her plan her revenge on Leah.

    The night of the school dance had finally come at last.

    After a lovely warm spring day, the sun was setting, and all over town boys and girls were starting

    to get dressed up in their best clothes for the evening’s festivities.

    Daniel was happy that Caitlin had agreed that they should go to the dance together.

    It was not quite a date… but close enough.

    He told her he would pick her up at her house around 7:30 PM.

    When he arrived to collect Caitlin, he could see that Leah and her three girl friends Tori, Elle, and Candace had gone all out and rented a stretch limo for the night.

    The four of them, wearing flashy, trashy, revealing short dresses, tons of slutty makeup and jewelry,

    and reeking of strong perfume, were all piling into it like hookers into a pimpmobile as Daniel pulled up outside the house and parked his beat-up old Honda.

    He wore a pair of khaki trousers, a slightly rumpled light blue button down shirt, a nondescript brown necktie that looked as if it had been knotted with a pair of pliers, a dark brown sport jacket that he had borrowed from his older brother, and a pair of scuffed brown loafers with no socks.

    Daniel hadn’t been able to find a clean pair anywhere, and had decided to go without.

    “Coming to take my little sister to the Loser’s Ball, huh?” Leah remarked smugly as Daniel walked past the limo towards the house.

    “She’s been hiding up in her room waiting for her Prince Not-So-Charming for the past three hours."

    Leah smirked, "You two should have fun together, you’re both such nerds!”

    Her three friends snickered as he passed by without a word, his eyes lowered.

    As the limo drove away, Daniel could see Leah pulling a small flask out of her purse and taking a quick

    sip before passing it to Candace.

    He smiled to himself as he walked up the path the house and rang the doorbell.

    When Caitlin answered the door, Daniel couldn’t believe his eyes for a second.

    Unlike her slut of a sister, she was dressed simply yet elegantly in a matte black satin sheath dress that fell to just above her knees. The sleeves of the dress were done in a black nylon sheer fabric and the neckline followed the curve of her breastbone and that of the simple strand of pearls she wore around her neck without exposing any cleavage.

    The dress accentuated her petite figure, hugging her small bosom, her hips and what Daniel could now see was a very round and shapely bottom. Underneath, Caitlin was wearing a pair of sheer black tights. On her small feet she wore black satin pumps that added about two inches to her height, and she held a simple small black satin clutch purse in her hand.

    Her fingernails had been professionally shaped and coated with clear nail polish.

    Her face was very lightly made up, just a hint of mascara and eye shadow to complement the natural blush of her cheeks, and her shiny red hair smelled of lavender soap and other floral essences.

    He had never seen Caitlin like this before.

    “Wow!” He was at a total loss for words.

    “Oh my gosh, she’s really beautiful!” he thought.

    And that was an understatement.

    To Daniel at that moment, she was perfection itself.

    He guessed she probably wasn’t wearing a diaper any more. But she was still perfect.

    “I take it you like what you see,” Caitlin murmured softly, lowering her eyes demurely as she pushed her oval glasses back up her small nose.

    She had done her research, approaching the matter of ‘dressing up’ as if it were another science project.

    And like all her science projects, she was getting an A+ for this one.

    Daniel could only mumble a quick “OMG, yes!” before the lovely young girl before him said, “Well, shall we be off?”

    When they got to the dance, Daniel could see that Leah and her friends were already there, standing around sipping surreptitiously from the flask of booze and making catty comments about other girls’ outfits. The four of them were also getting very thirsty because the inadequate air conditioning in the high school gym was having a hard time keeping up with the heat of all those dancing bodies, and so they were drinking lots of punch, refilling their glasses constantly.

    Daniel smiled to himself yet again.

    Leah was playing right into their hands without even knowing it.

    All they had to do was wait just a bit longer.

    Pretty soon after that, the four girls began to exhibit all the telltale signs of having to pee.

    The first signals were rather subtle but, to Daniel’s trained eye, clear nonetheless.

    They were all fidgeting, shifting weight from foot to foot, crossing and uncrossing their legs, and even doing a bit of lip biting.

    The one thing they weren’t doing, however, was leaving the gym to visit the restroom.

    “Typical,” Daniel said to Caitlin as they both stood there watching Leah and her friends.

    “They all have to pee, but none of them wants to be the first to admit that she needs to go.”

    “Leah will probably break first. She’s not very good at holding it,” Caitlin replied, as she smiled in anticipation of what was coming.

    Sure enough, shortly thereafter, Leah leaned over towards her friends and whispered something.

    The three other girls nodded eagerly, and they all set off in the direction of the door leading to the hallway, and the rest rooms.

    But before they could reach the door, four jocks from the football team approached them, blocking their exit. They started to make conversation with the already somewhat desperate girls .

    Leah’s secret crush, the team’s star quarterback, was looking right at her, making small talk.

    As he chatted her up, he was also steering her back in the direction of the table on which the giant punch bowl sat.

    When they arrived there, Daniel had just poured a glass of punch.

    He was getting ready to hand it to Caitlin when the quarterback snatched it away from him.

    “Can’t you see this lovely lady needs a drink?”, the jock sneered at Daniel as he handed it to Leah.

    She took it from him and downed its contents quickly before handing the empty cup back to Daniel.

    “Here you go, loser!” Leah laughed.

    After drinking that last glass of punch, Leah began to fidget again. She could barely concentrate on what the hunky quarterback was saying to her, because the signs from her bladder were getting too strong to ignore for much longer.

    She had already needed to pee pretty badly anyway, and although she didn’t yet realize it, there was a little extra something in that cup of punch.

    A little dose of ‘peetonium’, added just for her.

    She was oblivious to the wink the football player gave to Daniel, because she was too busy checking out Caitlin.

    She clearly was finding it hard to believe it was that nerdy little brat sister of hers who was standing there in front of her, looking so beautiful.

    Daniel could have sworn she looked jealous of Caitlin, at least for a second.

    Then another look came over her suddenly.

    “Oh jeez!” Leah exclaimed, clamping her legs together tightly and clutching at her rapidly expanding midsection. “I have to pee!”

    “Not now,” said the quarterback. “They’re playing my favorite song, let’s go dance!”

    Taking the desperate girl by the hand, he led her out into the middle of the dance floor.

    The crowd parted like the Red Sea for the number one jock and his queen bee partner, and a spotlight lit the center of the dance floor as the quarterback and Leah stood there, exposed.

    Leah was in obvious distress by now, almost fully doubled over, legs crossed, one hand on her distended abdomen and the other on the quarterback’s shoulder for support as her knees began to wobble and then buckle under her.

    As Daniel watched in fascination, he thought to himself, “A couple of months doing his math and science homework in exchange for this, it’s so worth it.”

    He took Caitlin’s small hand in his as they prepared to watch Leah’s undoing together.

    Daniel nodded at the jock. As if he were gracefully slipping an attempted tackle, the quarterback then quickly ducked out from under Leah’s hand, leaving her alone in the middle of the dance floor, alone under the bright spotlight just as she began to lose control of her bladder, unable to resist the power of the Chinese herb any longer.

    Leah squeezed her thighs tightly together as one hand tried frantically to get up under her confining mini dress.

    She didn’t even care who was watching, she just wanted to put pressure on her wee hole through her lacy bikini panties in order to prevent the pee from coming out.

    But it was too late.

    Just as her fingers found their way to her privates, Leah felt a squirt of hot fragrant pee dampen her panties.

    “Oh no!” she gasped, as tears welled up in her eyes, tears of both pain and her shame at this very public humiliation.

    Unable to prevent it, in full view of the whole school, Leah began to wet herself uncontrollably,

    the hot urine rushing out of her urethra, filling her panties and spurting out through them forcefully, accompanied by a soft hiss as it exited her body and the splashing sounds of her pee as it hit the floor between her legs.

    She stood in the spotlight, unable to move, unable to do anything except stand there peeing, mortified at her helpless state. As the flow of urine slowed, it trickled down her bare thighs and calves and then into her high heels, her short mini doing nothing to hide the fact that she had just peed her panties right there in the middle of the dance floor.

    Leah looked down at her feet, seeing the rather large puddle which had formed there.

    Then she looked up, searching the crowd for her friends, hoping that they would come to her aid.

    But, along with so many others in the gym, Tori, Elle and Candace were all giggling and pointing their camera phones at her, enjoying every second of Leah’s distress and embarrassment.

    Daniel had told them about the ‘peetonium’ prank, and they realized that Leah had used it on them that day in her backyard so that they would wet Caitlin’s panties.

    Now they too had gotten their revenge on her.

    Totally alone and completely humiliated, Leah collapsed in the puddle of pee she had just made on the floor as the spotlight went out.

    Daniel was in seventh heaven.

    Not only had he helped to turn the tables on Caitlin's sister, but he had gotten to realize his fondest dream of seeing a desperate girl totally lose control in public; and what was even better, he had caused it to happen.

    He found himself very turned on by Leah’s ‘accident’.

    Now, he could hardly wait to do it again.

    As he drove Caitlin home, the two of them were laughing together about their successful plan for revenge when Daniel handed Caitlin a bottle of her favorite iced green tea.

    Caitlin drank it down quickly as she sat next to him, enjoying her time with her own secret crush.

    Before too long, she began squirming in her seat, and feeling the urge to pee.

    As Caitlin crossed her legs and fidgeted, she thought, “It’s probably just us talking about Leah’s wetting that’s making me need to pee.”

    They were still a pretty long way from her house and for once Caitlin actually wished she had that diaper on. She certainly would be embarrassed if she were to have an accident in Daniel’s car.

    The urge started to grow, and grow stronger.

    ‘Oh my, this is rather odd,” she thought to herself.

    Little did Caitlin know that Daniel had dosed her green tea with ‘peetonium’.

    Yes, Daniel loved her… but he wanted more than ever to actually see her wet herself now.

    As he watched her squirming, fidgeting and crossing and uncrossing her legs desperately while sitting next to him in her tight black dress, he smiled to himself.

    What a day it had been already… and the best was yet to come, he mused, anticipating a private omorashi show from the cute little redhead in his passenger seat.

    And then afterwards, he thought, he would comfort his little girl and tell her everything was OK,

    and that he loved her… and he smiled to himself yet again.

    [The End]

    Disclaimer:

    This last part [Daniel] was written by me, frostyjr2.

    The story was just too good, and i really wanted to hear how it ended.

    But it didn't seem like that was going to happen, so i took it upon myself

    to write the conclusion.

    My apologies to Zryouiki, wherever you may be.

    I hope that nobody minds that i did this... and that i was able to do it justice.

    I guess it is pretty obvious where my sympathies lie, but i didn't want to disappoint

    those of you that were hoping that Caitlin would wet herself again either.

    Please comment, i'd really love to know what you all think about the ending !

    <hugz>

  3. As she awoke the sound of people chatting filled her ears. She slowly opened her eyes allowing them to adjust to the light. She looked towards the open window and realised who ever was chatting were outside. She listened to their conversation getting quieter as they walked down the street until all she could hear was the soft breathing behind her. She glanced over at the clock next to the bed, smiling when she saw it was only half past 8. As she moved back under the duvet she felt his arm snaked across her and she felt a rush of happiness flood through her. She rolled over and snuggled into him. The past couple of weeks had been the happiest of her life. For the first time in years she had a boyfriend. After dating many many terrible guys she had given up on relationships but now she had found the perfect guy. Not only was he everything she wanted in a boyfriend he also had something special which made her love him more. She had recently discovered her fetish for holding her pee and making herself desperate and the feeling of wetting herself. At first it had freaked her out but once she had found out many other people enjoy the same thing she learned to love it and began experimenting. She had found that it turned her on more than anything else. After accidentally wetting herself.....twice....in front of Jack she had discovered that he shared the same fetish. Unlike her he had had the fetish all his life. She laughed to herself as she thought back to when he had told her and he had been all embarrassed about it. His face when she told him she liked being desperate and wetting herself was priceless. The night she told him they stayed up for hours talking about it and learning about each others likes and interests. Over the past couple of weeks she had fulfilled a couple of his fantasies. He had never had a woman be desperate and holding on purpose in front of him so she had done that which he thoroughly enjoyed. He had also always wanted to be in control of someone's desperation which she obliged and let him decide how long she had to hold it. At first it was strange for her but she enjoyed his dominance over her and she loved every second of it.

    She suddenly noticed her bladder. All the thoughts of being desperate and peeing had set her bladder off. It was quite full as per usual when she woke up. She remembered how she used to wake up busting for a pee and would run to the bathroom. Now she loved laying in bed squirming and holding herself until she literally couldn't hold it anymore and then dashed off to pee. She slid her hand between her legs and held herself as she gently wiggled. She laid for fifteen minutes enjoying the feeling of her bladder swelling. Suddenly his arm pulled her close and he whispered good morning. She turned round and found Jack looking at her smiling. She said good morning and leaned in and kissed him. They laid for a while chatting, deciding what their plans for the day were. All the while her bladder continued to fill. A wave of desperation washed over her and she felt her fingers dampen as a trickle of pee escaped her pee hole and dampened her knickers. She moaned softly and decided to go and relieve her aching bladder. She swung her legs over the edge and went to stand up. He grabbed her hand and pulled her back onto the bed as he said “mmmm don't get up yet, lets lay here for a while”.

    She giggled and said “we can lay here all day if you want but right now I have to pee”. She went to stand up again but his hand stayed gripped on her arm. “All the more reason to stay” he said. She decided she could hold a bit longer and got back into bed. He slowly ran his hand across her stomach making her wince as his fingers traced over her bulging bladder. She put her hand back between her legs and began squirming. She moaned and said how badly she needed to wee. Partly because it was true but mostly because she knew it was turning him on. He pulled back the duvet and looked at her half naked body squirming around in desperation. He smiled and made a kiss action as he looked up and down her. She felt herself dampen with arousal as she felt his eyes on her body. Her arousal only intensified when she saw she wasn't the only one with a bulge. As the time passed she got more and more desperate. She started leaking and desperately needed to dash and relieve herself. She begged him to let her go before she wet herself. He just shook his head. She told him she would pee in the shower and he could watch but again he shook his head. He smiled and said “I want you to do it here”. She looked at him shocked. “I...I ….I can't do it here, not in your bed”. He laughed and said “you won't have much choice cos im not letting you go”. The sudden dominance in his voice made her pussy quiver with excitement. She loved that he was making her hold on but she really didn't want to pee all over his bed. She moaned as she suddenly spurted into her knickers. She told him she was starting to wet herself and was about to have an accident. He winked at her and said “is that so, let me see”. She looked at him confused as to what he meant then moaned out as his hand slid down and felt her knickers. She flooded with embarrassment. He was touching her pee soaked knickers and she suddenly felt really embarrassed about it, yet at the same time incredibly turned on. He ran his fingers up her knickers and said “hmmm, i'm not sure this all pee is it Amy”. She felt her cheeks burn red as he said this. He laughed and said “i had better investigate”.

    Before she could say anything his hand slid into her knickers and his fingers ran up her slit. She moaned and squirmed at his touch. He smiled at the response and began to gently stroke her pussy. She laid back moaning as his strokes over her lips and clit sent pleasure rushing through her. The feeling of her bursting bladder coupled with the pleasure he was giving had her on the edge of orgasm in no time at all. Each time a wave of pleasure hit her she spurted pee onto his fingers. The first few times she had been so embarrassed and was worried he would find it gross or something but he didn't and she laid back and let it happen. She felt herself getting closer and closer to cumming. She was stuck, she knew if she came she would lose control and pee all over his bed but at the same time she didn't want him to stop. Suddenly he pushed down on her bladder making her squirt pee out of her pee hole. She squealed and screamed “noooo, if you do that I will pee myself”. He looked at her and said “in that case” and pushed down again. He told her to let go. She couldn't hold it any longer and started to pee. As the pee rushed out of her pee hole he continued rubbing her clit. The pleasure went into overload and she screamed out “OH GOD JACK MAKE ME CUM”. She shocked herself. She had no idea where that had come from. He must bring out her dirty side. He rubbed faster and her back arched as she exploded in orgasm. She laid back as the feeling washed over her. The feeling of pleasure ripping through her as she pee'd everywhere was a feeling like none she had felt before.

    Eventually the orgasm died down and her bladder finished emptying. She laid back panting as aftershocks hit her. As she laid back she felt wet and realised her pee puddle had spread up the sheets and was now under her back. It felt so nice and warm and she wriggled around in it. Jack laid down next to her and kissed her long and hard. She had felt embarrassed before about spurting on his fingers. Now he was laid in a puddle of her pee and she had never been more turned on in her life. After laying for a while they went and shared a hot steamy shower together and as she was drying off he pulled the sheets off the bed and she noticed something over the mattress. She walked over and felt it. It was like a plastic cover. She asked what it was and he said “oh erm....its a hard plastic cover I put on, I used to have a soft one but it would rustle and scrunch up, this one is better”. She looked puzzled and said “OK, but why do you have a plastic cover”. He looked nervously and said “well kind of for this reason, I enjoy wetting the bed occasionally and this protects the mattress”. She laughed and said “I might have to get one for my bed, after all, I want you to do that to me again and my mattress needs protecting too, but for now lets test this one again” She said winking as she dropped her towel......

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    Squad Status:

    Isabel (you): Critical

    Michelle: Dying

    Carly: Dying

    Lewis: Dying

    Dean: Dying

    Natsumi: Critical

    Imperial General: Fine

    Squad Bladder Status:

    Isabel (you): 33%

    Michelle: 44%

    Carly: 34%

    Natsumi: 61%

    Equipped Weapon: AR5L Assault Rifle (32/32 shots)

    Tempest Status:

    Shields: 90%

    Hull Integrity: 8%

    Enemy Ship Status:

    Shields: 2%

    Hull Integrity: 91%

    ______

    “How are you on ammo, Natsumi?” You whisper.

    “I’ve got a few mags left.”

    “I’m gonna try and draw him away from the others. They won’t survive if he attacks them.”

    Natsumi nods and charges her pistol. “When you’re ready.”

    You run past the General, firing a few shots at him.

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    Shields. Go figure. And what’s worse, the only person with EC grenades was down.

    The General turns his attention towards you, and pulls out his concussion rifle.

    Explosive charges detonate around you as the General fires. You run out into the extending corridor, firing another burst at him. He beings to pursue you, then Natsumi fires at him.

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    That handgun of hers packed a hell of a punch. You could see the General’s shields starting to become unstable.

    He quickly turns to Natsumi and fires a round at her. You exhale in relief as she barely manages to avoid the blast. You fire another burst at the General, but now he seems to be ignoring you, focusing instead on Natsumi... who was still around your fallen allies.

    “Natsumi, come on!” You motion with your hand for emphasis. The woman makes a dash towards you, bounding past the General.

    “What’s your plan now?”

    You hadn’t thought that far yet. The corridor led down for quite a while, but would eventually spill out into the nearby cargo bay.

    Carly, Dean and Lewis, though gravely wounded, were still conscious and could probably still fight if they had to.

    > Engage him here in the Corridor.

    > Keep leading him into the cargo bay.

    > Signal one of your dying allies to help.

    > Other: _____.

    ~

    Squad Status:

    Isabel (you): Critical

    Michelle: Dying

    Carly: Dying

    Lewis: Dying

    Dean: Dying

    Natsumi: Critical

    Imperial General: Fine (shielded)

    Squad Bladder Status:

    Isabel (you): 35%

    Michelle: 46%

    Carly: 36%

    Natsumi: 63%

    Equipped Weapon: AR5L Assault Rifle (25/32 shots)

    Tempest Status:

    Shields: 87%

    Hull Integrity: 8%

    Enemy Ship Status:

    Shields: 2%

    Hull Integrity: 91%

    ________

    You hate it, you didn’t want to do it, but you know you have no choice. Regardless of the danger to her, you needed Carly’s help. After all, the mission had to come first.

    “Carly, are you there?” You say over the comm.

    “I... I’m here, Isabel... don’t worry about me.” She pants.

    “This General has shielding! I need you throw an EC grenade at him!”

    “I’ll get there... don’t worry!”

    You stop in the corridor and take cover. Chances were that Carly was going to have trouble running in her current state, so it would be best to let her catch up.

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    You fire from behind a support beam, while Natsumi takes the other side. You both fire trying to slow him down.

    In response, the General switches from his concussion rifle to a sidearm. He takes cover himself and fires back at you.

    Whatever weapon he was using was one with an immensely high power output. One shot tore right through your cover.

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    You look around to see electrical sparks surging around the General. Further back, you see Carly, arm still extended from having thrown something. The General looks over at your comrade angrily, aims his sidearm and fires.

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    Squad Status:

    Carly: Error - Signal lost

    “NOOOO!!! CARLY!!!” You scream. The bio-monitor switches off, unable to find a living signal.

    Your squad mate falls to the ground, and ceases to move... and you feel a single tear roll down your cheek.

    Natsumi looks over at you. “Acceptable losses, Captain! We have a mission to complete!”

    You shake your head, trying to clear your mind. The best thing you could do now was ensure no one else had to die.

    You glare at the General with the purest form of rage you’ve ever felt.

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    “Tear him apart.”

    Natsumi unloads the rest of her energy cell into the enemy. The shimmering light that surrounded him bursts like bubble. His shields were gone. You take the opportunity to fire the rest of your energy cell at him.

    Imperial General: Fine --> Wounded

    Your rifle was empty. No remaining ammo for it. You quickly switch to your pistol, though things aren’t much better there either.

    Automatic weapon switch due to ammo depletion.

    AR5L --> M8 SD Pistol (5/8 shots)

    The General pulls his concussion rifle out and aims it at you.

    > Run up and charge him.

    > Fire everything you have left at him.

    > Have Natsumi attack first.

    > Continue leading the General into the cargo bay.

    > Other: _____.

    ~

    Squad Status:

    Isabel (you): Critical

    Michelle: Dying

    Lewis: Dying

    Dean: Dying

    Natsumi: Critical

    Squad Bladder Status:

    (no longer relevant)

    Equipped Weapon: M8 SD Pistol (5/8 shots)

    Tempest Status:

    Shields: 85%

    Hull Integrity: 8%

    Enemy Ship Status:

    Shields: 2%

    Hull Integrity: 91%

    _______

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    You aim your pistol and you unload on the bastard. All five shots connect, Natsumi fires as well, the General staggers back at the sudden and massive amount of gunfire striking his chest plate.

    Imperial General:

    Wounded --> Critical

    You cast the empty weapon aside, and run up to your adversary, your eyes burning with fury. You jump up and kick him in the head, knocking off his helmet and sending him falling backward. You then jump atop his chest, and clench your fist. All your anger, all your hatred, every desire to avenge your fallen comrade, you channel it through your arm...

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    Hit after hit, punch after punch, the soldier began to bleed everywhere. At last, you deliver one final devastating punch, straight to the bottom of his chin. His head flies upward, and then he goes still.

    You pant heavily, your heart is racing. Never had you flown into such a frenzy before. All that dark energy pulsating in you... it felt unnatural.

    But you had avenged Carly. That General would never tell his troops of the magnificent killing of a commando. That much, at least, felt quite good.

    You then walk over to your fallen comrade. If only for closure... you had to be sure. You had to check. You look over at her, a gaping hole in her chest, and- wait.

    It didn’t look that bad. Is it possible...?

    “Carly!” You shout.

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    The woman suddenly coughs and sputters. “I’m here, Isabel... How’d we do?”

    “We beat him. Thanks to you.”

    Jenni’s voice then comes over the radio. “Computer fully restored, Commander! All weapons should be coming online.”

    “Excellent work, Lieutenant!” The commander shouts. “All cannons, fire!”

    You hear the massive booming of the ship’s forward cannons and missile launchers all firing at once. You run back to the gunnery station and look at the display of the enemy ship.

    Enemy Ship Status:

    Shields: Offline

    Hull Integrity: 74%

    61%

    ...43%

    ......20%

    .........6%

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    You smile proudly as you watch the alien ship ignite in a cloud of gaseous vapor and debris. You did it. You had completely turned the tables on what most would have deemed an impossible situation.

    “We did it...” Some says behind you. You turn your head, and there’s Michelle standing up, smiling. “Nicely done, Captain.”

    “I couldn’t have done without all of you.” You say. “Come on, we should get Carly to sick bay.”

    _____

    “How is she?” You ask the young private.

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    “She’ll live, but I don’t think she’s going to be seeing any missions anytime soon.” Lewis replies. “My medic training isn’t extensive, but if I’m reading the patient diagnostic correctly, the plasma burns have burned and damaged a lot of her nerves and muscles near the spinal column.”

    “What does that mean?” Jenni asks.

    “She’s paralyzed.” You sigh in dismay. This was a horrible fate to befall any soldier.

    “I think the damage can be corrected though. A republic hospital has the treatment for such wounds.” Lewis adds.

    “But between that and the physical therapy, she could be out of commission for several years...” You move over to Carly’s side at the bed, and hold her hand. “I’m so sorry, Carly.”

    “It’s fine, Isabel.” Carly assures you. “We got the job done, and prevented a lot of technology from falling into enemy hands.” She manages a weak laugh. “But... I think you’re going to need a new demolitions specialist.”

    You put your hand on her cheek. “There’ll always be a place for you on Blue Team.”

    “She should rest, Captain.” Lewis says.

    You nod, and step out of the room. You are immediately greeted by Commander Reynolds. “Captain, you’ve done a great service to the Republic today.”

    “All part of the job, Commander.” You reply.

    “Indeed.” The two of you begin walking down the corridor. “Is there anything you think I should include in my report?”

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    “Nothing that won’t be covered in my own report, ma’am.”

    Reynolds sighs. “I’m sorry about lieutenant Montgomery.”

    “She did her duty, ma’am.” You respond dryly. “Most of us die in that line, but she was spared death.”

    “Yes... commando duty can be unforgiving.”

    “Was there something you needed me for, Commander?”

    Reynolds takes a breath. “I just wanted to express my gratitude, Captain. If your team hadn’t shown up, I doubt I’d still be alive.”

    “Your welcome then, ma’am.”

    “Also!” She says sharply “I need to know what you plan to do with the rebel leader.”

    “Natsumi?” You think for a minute. What were you going to do with her? Ships logs would likely prove it was her who stole the cruiser. Plus if her memory suddenly came back, she could become vengeful. “As you know, she’s suffering from amnesia right now. Under the circumstances...” You didn’t want to do this. She helped you and this was a horrible way to repay her. “...I think we should-”

    “Should what?”

    You spin around to see Natsumi standing behind you. “Oh! Um...”

    “I’ll save you the time. I remember. Everything. I don’t know if your sniper just has a twitchy trigger finger, or if you ordered that but...”

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    Natsumi delivers a straight punch to your jaw, and you fall down to the floor. That super strength was still quite active. “Either way, I owe you a lot more for that.”

    Reynolds immediately draws her pistol and aims it at Natsumi, but the warrior woman uses a crescent kick to knock the gun out of her hands, then lightly kicks the commander, sending her backward.

    You spit out blood, your jaw stings immensely from that hit. “Yeah, I deserve it.”

    “Glad we agree on that.” She walks up to you then and extends a hand. “With that out of the way, perhaps we can get back to more important things.”

    You don’t know why you’re doing it, but you take her hand. Natsumi pulls you back up to your feet effortlessly. “Important things such as?”

    “You proved yourself a true warrior in my eyes. If you ever need my help, just call me.”

    “Hold on, you need to answer for what happened here.” Reynolds says.

    “Technically, she did.” You say. “Received the death penalty.”

    Both Reynolds and Natsumi raise an eyebrow. “I... guess it could be viewed that way.”

    “Commander, Natsumi was instrumental in taking back the ship. I think, in this case, we can record her as ‘dead’, can’t we?” You wink.

    Reynolds grins and nods. “I think so. The Republic would take you into custody regardless of what you did here, so... I think we can do that.”

    Natsumi smiles. “Thank you.”

    “Don’t let it go to your head.” Reynolds points out. “In a way it was your fault we ended up in this mess.”

    “Don’t worry, I’ll make myself scarce after this.” Natsumi assures her.

    “Hmph.” Reynolds turns around. “I’ll be on the bridge, Captain.”

    You and Natsumi then begin to finish the walk. “Please understand, Isabel. I only intended to help my fellow colonists.”

    “Yeah, I understand.”

    “It’s a harder life out there than people realize. Just because there’s less law doesn’t make it easier to live.”

    “I’ll do everything in my power to convince the Republic that the colonists’ need is dire.”

    “I appreciate it.”

    You then see someone ahead; Jenni. She walks into a nearby locker room, presumably using the bathroom. When you got back to Earth, the first thing to do was get rid of this damn serum that keeps plaguing your team’s bladders.

    On that note, you kind of had to pee too. In fact, more than kind of.

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    But then she peeks out and smiles at you, in a not-so-innocent way. You aren’t sure what to do... though you’re pretty sure you knew what the woman was after.

    You are then startled by a quick nudge from Natsumi. “Go. She’s obviously waiting for you.”

    Your heart starts beating faster, you can feel your skin becoming moist with sweat. Then slowly, you enter the locker room. You can’t help but feel a sense of both naughtiness and anxiety as you walk in. You turn the corner and there’s Jenni.

    “Hey, Captain.” she says lewdly.

    “Lieutenant.”

    She gets up off the bench and walks up to you. She playfully runs a finger from your chin, to your chest, to just below your navel. “Remember what I said? After the mission?”

    “Yes?”

    “So... It’s now after the mission.”

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    Jenni immediately grabs you by the shoulders and presses her lips firmly against yours. “I wanted so much to tell you how I loved you.” she says while kissing you.

    “I know...” you say between kisses, “Trying... to stay... professional.”

    “Exactly.”

    In that moment, you take Jenni around the shoulders and begin kissing her around the neck. The sensation of her flesh on your lips, your heart begins to pick up the pace yet more. You knew what you wanted. You didn’t even have to think about it. Your mind was a ship on auto pilot, and all that mattered was the destination.

    Instinctively, your hands go lower, feeling the contours of Jenni’s slender body. Starting from those hips of hers, you slowly work your way around to that soft rear of hers.

    You could feel your partner’s hands slowly move up to your breasts. Her gentle touch upon your body, you could really feel yourself starting to become moist. One thing was obstructing you from maximum pleasure... these damn body suits.

    As the two of you fence with your tongues, you softly take Jenni’s hands and place them upon the neck of your suit... right where the seal began. Jenni immediately takes the handle and begins to pull down...

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    all the way down... until it stopped between your navel and your crotch. She then takes the sides of your unsealed suit and pulls it open. Naturally, you work your way out of the sleeves until your upper body was bare.

    Now it was your partner’s turn. Excitedly, you feel for the top of her suit, taking the handle and pulling it downward. Jenni slips her arms out and lets the suit go limp.

    As you begin exploring the shape of her breasts, you feel Jenni’s hand begin to rub against your crotch. Never had you felt such intense sensations of pleasure before, each stroke of her hand creating waves of bliss that spread across your body... the exhilaration, the euphoria, you didn’t even hear yourself moaning. With each caress of Jenni’s fingers, though, your ability to hold became weaker and weaker. You wanted to tell her to stop, you knew if she kept going, you would lose control! But it felt so good... you couldn’t ask her stop... each stroke was sending wonderful pulses of delight through your-

    Oh no... The muscles contract, and something spills out of you. You can’t stop it. Next thing you know, you’re peeing in your suit.

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    Once again, you feel your suit begin to flood with warm fluid... with Jenni’s hand still upon you.

    “Ohh... ohmigosh... I’m so sorry!” You say to her.

    Much to your surprise, however, Jenni laughs and shakes the urine off of her hand. “I don’t really mind.” Jenni takes your hand and puts it on her own crotch. You then feel your hand start to become warm and wet. Urine begins to pour into your hand.

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    It should be gross, right? It was pee after all. Jenni was peeing in your hand! And yet... when you look at the satisfied expression on her face... It only ends up exciting you more.

    “Uwaaaahhh!!!” You yell. “J-Jenni!?”

    “Hmm... now we’re even.” She says lewdly.

    It was now an uncontrollable impulse, like being at a banquet after not having eaten in days. You wanted, so badly, to feel every aspect of Jenni’s body. You wanted to give her as much pleasure as you possibly could, so much pleasure she would be gasping and screaming... and you knew she wanted to do the same to you.

    “Let’s get these suits off all the way.” You say.

    ______

    Congratulations! You’ve reached the end of the Wild Tempest!

    Mission: Success!

    After-action report:

    Republic Marine Corps, Special operations, Commando branch, “Blue Team”.

    Commanding Officer: Isabel Lester, Captain

    Executive Officer/Designated Marksman: Michelle Smith, First Lieutenant

    Tech Specialist: Jennifer Freeman, Second Lieutenant

    Demolitions Specialist: Carly Montgomery, Second Lieutenant (WIA)

    Mission Summary: MIA ship Wild Tempest has reappeared in known space. Blue team is dispatched to investigate the ship, and try and recover if possible. It became known that local insurrectionists were responsible for the ship’s disappearance and intended to hand the ship over to the Kauranian Empire in exchange for full autonomy. The Empire did not hold up its end of the bargain. A single battle cruiser arrived to take possession of the ship and betrayed the rebels. Blue team eliminated all kauranian boarding parties, and destroyed the enemy ship. Mission details listed below:

    2 Squad members survived: +2000

    Recovered 4 survivors: +800

    1 command officer saved: +200

    Enemies Defeated: +3230

    Injuries: -1000

    Damage to Tempest: -1600

    1 squad member suffered crippling injury: -500

    Raimus was killed: -300

    Natsumi was assassinated: -500

    Natsumi was recruited: +300

    Super Serum Assembled: +250

    Defeated a Kauranian General: +500

    Destroyed an Imperial Cruiser: +1000

    Total Mission Points earned: 4380

    Mission Rating: Average

    The mission was a success. While your performance wasn’t exemplary, neither was it bad. You did what you had to under extenuating circumstances and were able to recover the Tempest with minimal casualties and/or collateral damage. The Republic honors your work with the Emerald Star for valor and bravery. For a commando, it was not an uncommon medal, but in your heart you know you did well.

    ___

    Thanks again for contributing to the development of this story! I certainly hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have.

  5. Katie was nervous about her first blind date with someone her best girlfriend, Kelly, set her up with. It had been a long time since she bothered dating anyone and her friend nearly had to force her into it. Katie struggled with relationships due to her wild sexual fantasies which most men found too overwhelming. Any case, Katie figured she needed to keep an open mind.

    She ran her fingers through her dark curls and sipped on her beverage. Malibu and Coke was her drink of choice when she wanted to remain loose but still tactful enough to keep her guard up. Swaying back and forth to upbeat, alternative music, she decided to text Kelly.

    “I can’t believe you’re forcing me to do this,” said Katie.

    “You’ll thank me later. Now hurry and get ready. He’ll be there soon,” responded Kelly.

    With a rush of anxiety tingling her nerves, Katie reached for the tequila and took a swig. As the liquor burned her throat she assessed herself in a full length mirror: short, tight black skirt, white tank, sparkly sandals. She looked pretty damn good.

    A bleep came from her phone and it was time to meet up with the mystery guy. Katie walked out of her apartment and walked to the bus stop. She rested on a bench and waited for her bus to arrive.

    “I’m starting to definitely feel that liquor. Maybe too much for a first date?” She thought to herself.

    Soon enough her bus came and boarded. As the bus made it’s way over the bumpy streets, Katie started to realize she probably should have peed before leaving the apartment. It wouldn’t be an issue as the rendezvous point was not far away.

    About ten minutes later Katie jumped off her bus and stepped into the coffee shop to meet the guy. She rolled her eyes at the cliché-ness of it all but the liquor gave her the strength to go through with it.

    “Hi, are you Katie?” Asked a tall man with dark, curly hair and piercing blue eyes.

    “Guilty,” Answered Katie.

    “I’m Jeff, it’s nice to meet you in person. I know this is awkward but let’s just have fun.”

    “Sure. It’s nice to meet you too.”

    Jeff bought her a latte and the two sat and started the meaningless banter of a first date. Katie has a habit of drinking everything too quickly and the latte was no exception. She played with her empty cup as the conversation progressed.

    “Let me buy you another one,” suggested Jeff.

    “Oh really? That’s so kind. I’m sorry I didn’t realize I drank it so fast.”

    “It’s not a problem. I’ll be right back,” he smiled.

    As soon as he got up, Katie noticed the pressure building in her bladder. If she were alone she would probably visit the restroom at this point. However, she didn’t want to look stupid in front of Jeff. She was finding him mildly interesting but was still not too excited about the whole thing. Jeff came back empty-handed.

    “You know, I decided I’d rather grab a drink with you instead of another coffee,” Jeff stated confidently.

    Katie appreciated him being so forward and accepted.

    They left immediately and headed down the road for a local bar.

    “I just feel like first dates are really weird and think if we have a few drinks, it will help us really get to know each other better,” explained Jeff.

    “That’s a good idea. I was actually so nervous before I met you, I already had a couple drinks and a shot,” admitted Katie.

    “You didn’t need to do that. You don’t have to be nervous around me.”

    Katie blushed and felt her panties get a little damp. She was naturally a submissive in the bedroom and she already pieced together that Jeff was a natural dominant. He might need some direction but the potential was there.

    When they got to the bar, it was already pretty crowded. The bar was located in a busy part of town and was surrounded by various other bars and clubs. Jeff fought off drunken customers to order their drinks. Katie shifted uncomfortably as she really started to notice her predicament. She glanced over at the restrooms and noticed an out-of-control line. Her heart sunk. She knew she’d have to hold it until she could convince Jeff to find somewhere else with a shorter line.

    Jeff came back with the drinks and began telling Katie about his life again. She sipped on her drink to take her mind off her need to piss. The procrastination from emptying her urine was also triggering her arousal.

    One, if not the main, fantasy Katie indulged was her pee fetish. She was reluctant to mention this one to anyone because they typically made her feel weird or disgusting. Katie tried to repress these urges throughout her adult life but they were embedded deep inside her. She loved the feeling of having a full bladder and not making it to the bathroom in time resulting in a sexy accident. She loved feeling pee dripping down her legs. She loved feeling her feet submerged in her puddle.

    She wasn’t listening to anything Jeff was saying at this point. She had downed the drink he gave her and he had replaced it with a second extremely strong drink like clockwork. This one was nearly gone as well. Her mind was a mess of mixed signals. She wanted to let her body be carried away in arousal and have an accident in front of all the other drunk people at the bar but she wanted to act like a semi-normal person in front of Jeff. He was, in fact, her best friend’s friend.

    “Hey, do you want to head to another bar, there’s a fun one down the street?” Katie offered.

    “Nah, I really like this one, let’s just stay here.”

    It’s almost like he knew what he was doing. Katie wondered if he was too a fan of desperation and wetting and had picked up on her strange behaviors. She began to dramatize some of her movements to see if he said anything. Plus, she actually needed help to keep holding on. Katie openly crossed her legs and looked over at the bathroom line, then back at Jeff.

    “Come on—let’s dance.” He grabbed her hand and pushed his way onto the dance floor.

    Katie now knew he was either incredibly unobservant or he was kind of enjoying her show. She needed to go so badly now, her dancing was very rigid and she would have to abort her efforts soon.

    At one point during the song she was bumped by someone causing her to leak a split second. Katie gasped and grabbed her pussy the best she could in the tight skirt. The alcohol caught up her too quickly and she really had overestimated her ability to hold on.

    “What’s wrong?” inquired Jeff.

    “I’m sorry, I just really have to pee,” whined Katie.

    “Well there’s the bathroom line over there.”

    “I’m afraid it’s too long. I don’t think I can hold it.”

    “You have to. You’re a big girl. You’re not just going to have an accident right here.”

    Katie was shocked by his response. If she really wasn’t about to lose control she would have to rub herself a few seconds. Her heart, bladder, and clitoris were all pounding as she hobbled over to the infinite line. Jeff followed watching his date disgrace herself. The line only increased Katie’s need and she had to openly hold herself. The people in line around her started to snicker.

    “Jeff, I really don’t think I can make it,” said Katie with tears in her eyes.

    “There’s no other choice. You have to hold it.”

    “What if we go to another bar or outside even?”

    “I’m not walking out of here with you like this. You look ridiculous.”

    Katie felt a few drops escape into her panties. It was happening. She had started to pee her panties.

    More drops came and her hand grew damp. She clenched her pussy as hard as she could for a last ditch effort.

    More drops.. a streak slowly started winding down each leg.

    “WHAT THE FUCK, KATIE?! ARE YOU wetting YOURSELF?!” Jeff yelled and everyone in line turned to look at her.

    It was too much and her bladder gave in completely. Pee gushed through her panties. Most of it poured down her legs and some fell straight to the floor. Her sparkly shoes became immersed in urine. The people in front and behind her quickly moved out the way to avoid being splashed by her accident. Katie had never been so red in her face. She heard laughter, rude comments, felt people pointing at her and could even swear she saw someone take a picture. As she finished emptying, Jeff aggressively grabbed her arm and pulled her out of line. They didn’t talk as he led her out of the bar. She had no idea what to do or say. She always wanted to have a very public accident but this was totally unplanned.

    “I’m calling you a cab.” Jeff finally said.

    Katie just nodded, her eyes still avoid his. She admired the pee droplets on her already sparkly shoes.

    The cab arrived and Jeff put her in and paid. As the cab pulled away, Katie glanced up at him. He had a smirk on his face that was unreadable by her. She wasn’t sure if he secretly loved her accident, if he just loved asserting his control over her, or if he thought she was disgusting. The only thing Katie knew for sure at this point was she was going to always remember her accident in line at the bar while pleasuring herself. In fact, she began rubbing her wet panties in the cab on the way home. Hopefully Kelly wouldn’t ask her how the date went.

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    The five members of the Witches Five sat apprehensively around the lab. None were willing to admit to the other that they had failed to collect a single Pure Heart Crystal. Each of the women sat thinking of their failed attempts. Each had come so close in their plans, but those damn sailor scouts thwarted their attempts and now it was time to pay the price for their failure. Why couldn’t they just be chewed out by the boss and be done with it, thought Eudial as she sat at her organ and played one depressing song after another. What would her punishment be? They wouldn’t take away her precious organ would they? Sure the other witches had complained many times about the noise and had referred to her playing as “a symphony of 100 mating cats” but that’s just because they didn’t appreciate fine art like she did. Eudial tossed her flaming red hair back off her shoulders and looked around the room at each depressed face. Even Mimete had taken disinterest in her in favor of repeatedly smoothing out her black and yellow skirt in a rather OCD like fashion. Eudial noticed something was off the moment she had opened her locker and noticed not a single snail was placed in it; not even under the lid of the organ as she had spent many hours cleaning snail trails off the keys in the past. Not that she was complaining though.

    “Hello, my children.” Dr. Tomoe said causing the five witches to jump. “It is performance review time.” He said cheerily as each of the witches looked everywhere but at him. “Inside this hat are several slips of paper. Each one has a punishment for whoever collected the least amount of Pure Hearts.” This was going to be good, he thought with a smile. The girls needed to be punished for their failure and what a better way than a little humiliation. So what if it was also one of his fantasies? The girls didn’t need to know that. “So who here wants to admit they got the lowest amount, hmm?” He teased. “No? Well how about you, Tellu. Care to tell us how many hearts you collected?”

    “Uhh, well, you see.” The green haired woman stuttered as she looked down at her long black and green dress as she tried to come up with an excuse. Tellu’s plan had gone well at first. Many students had bought her plants and they collected fine hosts indeed; until Sailor Jupiter ruined her plans. “None.” Tellu finally admitted as the other witches silently let out their collectively held breathes.

    Dr. Tomoe made a tsk sound as he moved on to his next target. “Ptilol? Cyprine? Who ever you are right now. No? Eudial?” Dr. Tomoe shook his head in mock disgust as the red headed women cast her ruby red eyes to the ground. “Did anyone succeed? Not a single pure heart from any of you? This is UNACCEPTABLE!” he yelled out making the witches jump. “Since you all failed, each of you will be performing the penalty task.” he said shoving the hat toward the silver haired woman. “Choose carefully, Viluy.” he said with a smile as she slowly dropped her hand into the hat a pulled out a slip of paper. She opened it up as her beautiful white cheeks tinted with a slight beige color.

    “Are you serious?” she asked looking from him to the piece of paper. “Let me choose another one!” she pleaded.

    “Nu-uh, what you see is what you get. Now how about you read out what you ladies will be doing first thing tomorrow morning.”

    “W-wet yourself in front of everybody.” Viluy read from the card. The other witches moaned in disgust as each protested.

    “How about you girl make it interesting?” Dr. Tomoe said as he brushed his silver hair back. “Since you each failed to one up the other, now’s your chance. I know just how much you ladies like competition so how about I make this interesting. I suggest a little contest. A holding contest if you will. The rules will be simple, the last one dry doesn’t have to wet themselves.”

    “You want us to have a pee holding contest?” Eudial said looking a little disgusted and doubtful.

    “Well you don’t have too.” he said shrugging his shoulders and straightening out his white lab coat. “ You can just piss yourself first thing in the morning and get it over with, but you’ll ruin your nice outfit.”

    “You mean we have to do it fully dressed? In our costumes? No way i’m taking it to the dry cleaners with pee stains on it!” Viluy said crossing her arms as her face flushed at the very thought.

    “Well then if you don’t want to might I suggest winning?” he said with a smirk. “Oh, and winner gets a request of their choice. A new weapon, or a vehicle...a certain piano smashed to pieces…” he added as Eudial clenched her fists. Four out of the five witches looked excited at that last prospect and muttered amongst themselves.

    “I can’t wait to smash that thing to pieces!” Mimete exclaimed. “It’s sounds like nails on a chalkboard.”

    “What and you think you’re singing doesn’t?” Eudial said as her temper began showing. “When I win I’m going to use my wish to keep you from cleaning your costume! Don’t worry I think piss stains will go well with that outfit. I’m sure you can still become an idol afterwards though. An idol of water sports that is.”

    “Why you!” Mimete said pouncing on top of Eudial with a fistful of her hair.

    “What are you two fighting about now?” Kaolinite asked in a bored tone of voice as she rolled her eyes. She stood by the door observing the brawl in mild annoyance. Such immaturity she thought as she lightly traced her large black pendant with her fingers. Her long red hair flowed down onto her black dress that covered everything but her enormously large bust. “Did we meet our quota for the month?” she asked Dr. Tomoe ignoring the other girls squabble.

    “Not even close.” he answered standing up a little straighter. “I was just going over their punishment now.”

    “You’re not going to believe what he’s making us do!” Viluy complained.

    “As long as they suffer do as you wish.” Kaolinite said before leaving and slamming the door closed behind her.

    ………………………………………………………………………………………………………...

    That is how the witches five ended up in the situation they presently found themselves in. Beads of sweat formed down the girls faces and they strained and fought to contain the river, no the lake, the flood inside of them. Each girl made eye contact with the other to see where they stood in terms of desperation. Once the subject of honor was brought up each refused to back down from the challenge no matter how trivial it may be.

    “Why did I ever agree to do this?” Tellu whined as she crossed her legs and bent forward. Her green hair bounced up and down as it’s owner hobbled in place. Her matching green eyes watered from the effort as she fought to hold on to her dignity and pride. She would not lose to these...these...witches! No, more like bitches! At this moment in time each girl was her enemy.

    “Because you didn’t have a choice just like the rest of us.” Viluy answered as she too grasped herself in desperation. “Just be thankful YOUR leggings aren’t white.” she said hating herself for her previous taste in fashion. When she had first designed her costume white leggings looked ideal with her black ensemble with white and black pattern that flared out from the bottom to match her white flowing hair. Now she looked at it with disgust. If she lost there would be no hiding it.

    “Ready to give up yet?” Mimete taunted as she strained with all her might to hide her discomfort and appear at ease to Eudial who appeared to be doing the same. She could feel the bulge in her bladder pressing against her skin. She could do this! She thought until a rather strong urge caused her to grind her teeth as her legs automatically came together.

    “Maybe it’s you who should give up!” Eudial called back tossing her long red hair aside. She knew she had this. Her bladder could withstand much more than this. She smiled confidently as she gazed upon the other girls. Tellu already looked ready to lose it and even Viluy was already holding herself! She glanced to Cyprine who appeared to be having a one sided argument with Ptilol. If the observer didn’t know Cyprine shared her body with her twin; it would appear the blue haired women was crazy as she yelled and answered herself. It was really between the three of them.

    Tellu tried her best to hide her smile. Her plan was working she thought as she let out a fake groan. She would lure them into a false sense of security. She really wasn’t as desperate as she appeared to be. Sure, if given the choice she would have emptied her bladder several hours ago at least, but she could manage. It was Cyprine that usually played the mind games, but two could play at that game! ...Or was it three? she wondered as she remembered the girls indwelling twin. No matter she reassured herself shaking away the petty thought. Once she won this her precious plants would be getting the best fertilizer money could buy. It was made with ground up human remains and just a touch of magic that would guarantee whatever plant it would be mixed in with would be twice, no three times as strong. This was her chance to grow out her Tellun’s and make them unstoppable! She rubbed her stomach a little as a wave of true desperation washed over her. She’d have to stop her acting now she thought as it was bringing real urges with it. An alarm buzzed grabbed all five girls attention.

    “That’s the end of round one!” Dr. Tomoe called out. “Now the real fun begins! For this round you are allowed to use your powers ONCE to try and make the other lose control. Your attack can only affect ONE person. You have one try, use it wisely.” he said from his seat as he watched on. Other colleagues had joined the fun once they found out what was going on. Some took bets, while others just enjoyed watching the annoying women suffer. Dr. Tomoe had originally wanted this to be a more private viewing, but once word spread many were eager to watch the show. He sighed and rubbed his temples at all the gawkers and onlookers who chatted away. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

    Cyprine searched for her target. She knew whoever she used her power on would lose instantly. She was a level 999 and once she used her power to manipulate someone into giving up and wetting, they would have no choice but to obey. They would be powerless against her suggestion, but the question remained. Who to use it on? There was Eudial, but she was always butting heads with Mimete. As annoying as those two were even she didn’t have the heart to end their fun. This was a battle between the two of them, who was she to butt in and stop them? Even if she took down Eudial instead of Mimete she would still likely find snails in places she did not wish to find them in a form of retaliation from Mimete. This left Tellu, who already looked desperate as it was, and Viluy. Yes, it would be Viluy she thought as she set her sights on the white haired beauty.

    “Woo! C’mon, Eudial, I’ve got money on you!” someone yelled from the crowd. Cyprine was instantly snapped from her concentration as she turned to glare up at the lab assistant who dared to speak up. That’s when she laid eyes on the depressed face of Dr. Tomoe. Clearly he was not enjoying himself like the rest of his co-workers. Unlike them, he did not enjoy seeing them suffer she thought. If someone had to watch and be the judge she would prefer it was just him. That’s when an idea struck her.

    “Dr. Tomoe?” she called out as she shifted from foot to foot from her own need. “May my power effect more than one person if it is not aimed at my fellow contestants?” she said with a wink at him. He thought about it. Was she going to do what he thought she was?

    “If it will not affect myself or them in any way I don’t see why not.” he answered while pointing to the other girls.

    “Oh, c'mon!” A person from the crowd moaned.

    There is nothing interesting happening here. You suddenly realize you have much work to do and deadlines to meet. Cyprine thought as she projected it into to watching crowd.

    “Shit!” they heard someone yell who started making their way to the exit. “I forgot about that report the boss wanted me to have in by lunch time!”

    “Me too!”

    “My boss is going to kill me for sure!”

    In no time at all people began “remembering” things they were supposed to do or simply lost interest in the proceedings and began exiting one after another until only the six of them were alone in the room.

    “Fool! You used your power for that?” Mimete yelled even though she too was grateful for the vanishing crowd. The blonde with struck with a greater urge as she nearly doubled over. This was bad she thought. She had only been at this for a few hours and already it had come to this? Beads of sweat began forming on her forehead. She made sure no one was paying her any mind as she patted the inside of her legs to make sure everything was in place. She scanned the area again before letting a little bit out.

    “I changed my mind!” Dr. Tomoe yelled. “No powers. You’re going to do this the old fashioned way. Besides, I don’t want any damages to this place coming out of my paycheck. As a thank you to Cyprine, are there any rules in this you want changed?”

    Cyprine nodded. “Can we take our costumes off?”

    “Sure.” Dr. Tomoe shrugged. He had really wanted to them wet their costumes, but this worked too. At least he could enjoy this alone instead of having a crowd of people breathing down his neck. It was thanks to her after all.

    Cyprine smiled as she started stripping leaving herself in just her blue bra and matching panties followed by Eudial and Viluy.

    “Ah, it feels so much better to get that added pressure off my bladder!” Viluy explained as she rubbed her stomach and hopped from foot to foot unable to keep still. “Why aren’t you two stripping?’ she asked as she looked to Tellu and Mimete.

    “I’m not wearing anything under this.” Tellu admitted blushing causing the three half naked girls to snicker.

    “What about you, Mimete? Are you going commando also?” Eudial teased coming towards her.

    “Yeah, t-that’s it.” Mimete said sounding unconvincing as her face was wracked with guilt. Eudial noticed right away Mimete was acting suspicious and decided to keep an eye on her.

    “That’s the end of round two!” Dr. Tomoe called as a buzzer sounded. “Round three is about to start. The rules are simple, you can’t move. At all.”

    “What?” They all groaned. It was hard enough being able to move. They all did a last minute dance before they took their positions. Viluy audibly gulped as she stopped moving. The pressure was almost unbearable as some immediately came out dampening her white panties. She quickly managed to tighten her legs together to stop the flow. Tellu was visibly shaking in her green dress. The fabric tightened against her bulging bladder putting pressure on it. At first a little escaped just like Viluy, but as hard as she tried she couldn’t stop it as it began trickling down her legs. With a sigh of regret she squatted down and let go moaning in relief as she did. Urine hissed loudly as it came in contact with her greens tights which darkened and quickly spilled pee onto the ground as it formed a puddle underneath her. If she was going to go out; she was going to make it so much worse for everyone watching.

    The four remaining girls watched in awe and desperation as a look of contentment filled Tellu’s face. After holding it for so long it became so tempting to just let go like that. The sounds of splashing urine was like nails on a chalkboard and only worsened their desperation. All except for Mimete’s, Eudial noticed. As time went on and their desperation worsened Eudial noticed something strange about Mimete’s tights.

    “Hey, Tellu! Come here a second.” Eudial called out as the soaked girl stood and made her way over. Eudial whispered something in her ear as Tellu nodded in agreement. Before Mimete could stop her, Tellu came up behind her and pulled her tights down revealing the bag, tubes, and funnel held in place by tape. All the girls stared at Mimete as their anger boiled over as they stared at the bag that had been slowly filling with pee throughout this whole ordeal. Here Mimete was taking the pressure off while the rest of them were suffering!

    “It seems we have a cheater in our midst.” Dr. Tomoe said calmly as he watched on. “Tellu, feel free to use your powers and let her feel how uncomfortable being wet it.”

    “With pleasure.” she said as vines came shooting out of nowhere and ripped the contraption off of Mimete.

    “No! No!” Mimete screamed as the vines began gently caressing her sides making her giggle.”No! Please stop!” She laughed as she fell to the floor. The vines slowly snaked their way to the bottoms of her feet and began their merciless assault until soon Mimete was left lying in a puddle of her own pee. “My skirt and tights!” she frowned as she inspected the damage once Tellu’s vines made their way back to their owner.

    “Looks like there’s only three of you left.” Dr. Tomoe said smiling as he sat back and enjoyed the show.

    The three remaining witches stared intently at each other. It wouldn’t be long now Eudial thought as she watched Viluy biting her lip and moaning. Sure enough the white haired women bent forward as a yellow stream began making it’s way down each leg as it puddled into the floor beneath her. Now it was just Eudial and Cyprine. Both girls stood facing each other in their underwear fearing that uttering a single word would relax the hold on their bladders and cause them to lose. This was no longer about the wish each girl said through their eye contact. This was about proving who was the best. This was about honor! Ah, who were they kidding, it was SO about the wish. Eudial imagined her own music hall where she could practice in peace away from the moaning and groaning of these uncouth...were they really her sisters?

    Cyprine on the other hand imagined a way to be permanently detached from her twin.

    “Like I want to share head space with you either!” Ptilol barked.

    “I can’t argue with you right now! I’m trying to concentrate!” Cyprine yelled back

    “Don’t ignore me! I’m talking to you!”

    “Go away!”

    “Fine! I will! As soon as I come out!” Ptilol shot back as she prepared to split from Cyprine.

    “No! Wait! Stop!” Cyprine yelled in a panic, but it was too late. As Cyprine and Ptilol began splitting into two beings Cyprine lost her hold on her bladder is it splashed to the ground as the large puddle began flowing out over the floor proving that whoever had built this place had done a terrible job of leveling it. Dr. Tomoe stood from his chair and began a slow clap as Eudial made a mad dash for the door.

    “Bathroom! Bathroom! Bathroom! What are you doing, Tellu? Move!” Eudial yelled jumping up and down while grabbing herself. She had begun leaking long ago and the moisture had shown through her red panties.

    “Aww, c’mon, Eudial, just go ahead and go. You know you want to. Just stop moving and let everything come out; it will feel so good!” Viluy teased as she too got in Eudials way.

    “No! Let me go!” Eudial begged as she felt something prickly beginning to wrap around her torso. “Tellu! Stop it! Get your vines off me!”

    “Just close your eyes and let go!” Mimete said with a giggle.

    “Let it out! Let it out!” The four girls began chanting.

    “No, stop it.” she begged as she felt the last of her energy slip away until finally she couldn’t take it anymore as she spread her legs and let go.

    “Woo!” The four others cheered as Eudials face began matching the color of her hair and eyes as she kept going and going and going proving to everyone that if she could hold that much she certainly did have the largest bladder of them all.

    “What the hell happened in here?!” An angry voice exclaimed as the six of them turned to see Kaolinite standing in the hall with a look of disgust on her face. “Eudial! Are you wetting yourself!?”

    “I can’t stop.” Eudial whimpered as her body refused her commands. Kaolinite stood glaring at Eudial until she finally stopped, but only because she was completely empty. She turned to glare upon the others and took notice that they too were soaked. “Disgusting.” she growled. “Clean this up! And you!.” She said pointing to Dr. Tomoe. “This is coming out of your paycheck!” She screamed before turning around the slamming the door shut behind her.

    Totally worth it, Dr. Tomoe thought as he stood from his chair and made his way to the exit.

    It is okay to just let go and wet yourself. It’s only natural after all.” A voice suggested in his head. Yeah, it was only natural. What goes in must come out, he thought as he stood in place and felt a warmth begin to surround his crouch and make its way down his legs and into his shoes.

    “Sorry, girls, couldn’t help myself.” Ptilol said with a smile as she leaned against the wall.

  6. Latest Entry

    I had to know. It was gnawing at me all night. What did that woman in the ruin want with me? She seemed to have gone through an awful lot of trouble just to get my attention. I tossed and turned in my bed, agonizing over the thought of it all. She did seem to know something of dragons, and the appearance of those things was a total surprise. And ever since the Imperials captured me at Helgen...

    “New blood! Knock it off!” someone yelled at me. Njada Stonearm’s nasty scowl directed right at me.

    “Sorry...” I murmured. I snuggled my blanket again, softly resting the side of my face against the pillow. I shut my eyes, and try to let fatigue to the rest...

    But her voice continued to echo in my head...

    “I’m sorry, I leaked the information about the Wuuthrad fragment in the hopes that you would be sent after it, Karlie.”

    Over and over it played through my head. I couldn’t ignore this feeling, constantly eating away at me.

    “Forget it!” I whispered to myself. I got up, slipped on some night robes and boots, grabbed my sword, and headed upstairs. I had to know what the woman wanted.

    ***

    Now, please note that night robes in Skyrim are not some flimsy thing you can see my underwear through. They’re quite thick and furry, keeping me relatively warm from the cold night winds that blew between my legs. But in any case, I made my way up and around the stone path that went behind the meadery, over the hill, and lead to the little town of Riverwood. A quaint and peaceful place; there’s only a handful of buildings, in addition to a lumber mill that bordered the nearby river. Illuminated only by the torches of the guards and the dim glow of the nearby forge, no place ever seemed quite so serene.

    I walked up to the inn, and pull the handle. Before I can open the door completely, a man bursts out suddenly, knocking me on my ass.

    “Help! Help! Guards! Murder!” He kept yelling. As soon as I recovered my bearings, I looked up to see guards rushing towards us, weapons drawn. About four guards, I would say. The first three rushed inside, while the last one pointed his blade directly at my neck.

    “Don’t move, breton!” He shouted.

    “I-I only just got here! I have no idea what’s going on!” I protested.

    “That remains to be seen!”

    The man who knocked me down then came over and grabbed my arm. With the strength of nord, he pulled me up to my feet.

    “It’s all right, I merely knocked her down by mistake. She’s just a stranger.”

    The guard eased up and lowered his weapon. “Fine, but I’m still keeping my eye on you!” he sneered.

    “Sorry about that.” The man said to me.

    “What happened?” I asked, brushing my robes off.

    “The owner, Delphine! She’s been murdered!”

    “What!? How!?”

    “I don’t know,” the man said. “She was holed up in her room for so long, that I thought maybe I’d bring her a drink and some food. I knocked on her door, and she didn’t answer. So I went in, and there she was. On the floor, dead.”

    “Killed by a weapon?”

    “Looked that way, except that I had been running the bar all night and I never saw anyone enter that room but her!”

    Well that gave me pause. First of all, none of my questions could be answered now. Second, well... I don’t even know! Why would the one person who could give me answers suddenly be assassinated?

    “Do you mind if I took a look as well?” I asked.

    “Be my guest. If you can give any answers, I’d be grateful.”

    And so I went inside, despite the guards’ protest. Looking at the body, I would definitely have to conclude that the murder weapon was a small blade. Larger than a typical dagger, but shorter than a sword, or at least far more narrow. But as the man outside said, what was the entry point? The room had no windows to speak of, there was only one door. Did they teleport through somehow? No, that couldn’t be because spells of that magnitude almost always create some noise due to all that energy being used. So what then? As much as I wanted to provide an answer for that guy, I just didn’t see a rational explanation for any of this, lest the gods themselves decided to strike Delphine down.

    A hand grabbed my shoulder. It was that same man.

    “Begging your pardon, miss, but is your name ‘Karlie’?”

    “Yes. How did you-”

    “Delphine.” he answered. “My name’s Orgnar.”

    “What did she tell you?”

    Orgnar shook his head. “Not here. Let’s wait until the guards leave.”

    ***

    After about a half-hour of investigating, the guards finally cleaned up the body and departed.

    “Here, come have a drink.” Orgnar called. “Ale or mead?”

    “Ale, please.” I responded. No way I was drinking that nord swill. Orgnar grabbed an amber bottle and began to pour its contents into a pair of silver mugs. I walked over, sat down at the bar, and had my beverage passed to me.

    “So tell me...” I said before taking a drink. “What did Delphine say about me?”

    “She said that you were the one who defeated the dragon out in the plains of Whiterun.” Orgnar answered. “But you couldn’t absorb its soul because you aren’t Dragonborn.”

    I nodded. “And she told me she was going to tell me more if I visited her here.”

    “Well it’s something that Delphine only trusted with a few people, but it’s a little-known fact that Delphine was actually a member of the Blades.”

    I raised an eyebrow as I took another drink. “You mean the dragon hunters who formerly served as the Emperor’s guard?”

    Orgnar nodded. “The very same. But as you might know, the Thalmor extinguished them all during the great war; all but a few.”

    “Do you think it was the Thalmor who killed her?”

    “I wouldn’t put it past them, but the Thalmor are prideful. If they knew who Delphine was and where she was hiding, they wouldn’t be sneaky about, they would just come in and kill her.”

    I put a finger on my lips. “What about the Dark Brotherhood?”

    Orgnar shook his head. “I doubt it. Delphine kept to herself most of the time, not bothering anyone and I don’t see the anyone as prideful as the Thalmor resorting to a ritual like the Black Sacrament.”

    “Good point, but what does that leave?” I asked.

    “I’m not really sure.” Orgnar sighed. We both took a big chug of our drinks and let our gaze drop to the side. Truly, nothing was more aggravating than having a mystery and not having enough facts.

    “What other enemies would the Blades have?”

    “Off the top of my head...” Orgnar pondered. “Followers of Mehrunes Dagon might have a grudge to bear because of what happened during the Oblivion Crisis, but that cult was exterminated ages ago.”

    “What else?”

    “I’m really not the person to ask about such things.” Orgnar mused. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be of more help.”

    I shook my head. “It’s not your fault. I have a feeling that whatever is going on is a lot bigger than just us.” I finished the last of my drink, and gave a hand shake to Orgnar. “Thank you for the drink.”

    “No problem. I hope you find out what’s going on.”

    “As do I.” I tightened my scabbard to the belt of my robes, and set off to return to Jorrvaskr.

    ***

    I think first light was beginning to break. The sky seemed to illuminate slightly as I opened the hall doors. The embers of the central fire pit glowed dimly, as Tilma the Haggard went around cleaning the place, and Torvar eased back onto a bench, finishing off a bottle of mead.

    “A bit early, even for you.” I commented.

    “It’s never too early for mead, girl.” He replied in a slurred voice.

    “I’ll take your word for it.” I suppose I wasn’t in much of a position to say such things, seem as how I had just finished off a mug of ale, but then again, I hadn’t slept yet. And by now, I was tired. I walked down the stairs to the Jorrvaskr barracks, and went over to my bed. I removed my robe, letting it drop to the floor and leaving me in just my underclothes, at which point I fell atop the bed, quickly covering my bare body with the blankets.

    A familiar tingling sensation began to tickle my... unmentionable area. “Oh dammit...” I whispered. “Did that ale really pass through my body so quickly?” Barely an hour passed after I had finished my drink and I already have to pee. Honestly though, I was so tired that I really didn’t care. Within minutes, I was fast asleep...

    ***

    “Come on, Karlie! Let’s go!”

    Hermir urged me to go with her into forest.

    “But won’t our parents be mad?” I asked.

    “They won’t care! I want to show you something, it won’t take long!”

    We went up the hill, us two kids. I had the dagger that my mother had given me on my seventh birthday, but if something like a sabre cat attacked, I knew I couldn’t defend either Hermir or myself. But when Hermir set her mind to something, there was no talking her out of it. Might as well go with the flow.

    “Just a little further.”

    I was getting tired. The hill was pretty steep and we were climbing quite high. Kynesgrove was barely visible through the thicket of bushes and tree trunks.

    “Come on, Hermir!” I protested. “We’re getting too far away now. What if a bear or a wolf shows up?”

    “All right, this’ll do then.” Hermir walked over next to the massive stump of a fallen tree.

    “So what’s this about?” I asked.

    “I wanted to show you something really cool.” Hermir gestured to the stump. I peeked in, and inside was the largest spider I had ever seen. Must have been nearly thirty centimeters in diameter.

    I grimaced. “Why are you showing me this?” I looked over at Hermir. Suddenly, I no longer saw the body of a young child, but a grown woman. It was then that I looked upon my own body, and it seemed I was grown up too! How in Oblivion did that happen?

    “I have something else I want to show you.” Hermir said. She reached for the edge of the bottom of her cloth shirt. Fiddling with the edge, she grabbed it and pulled her shirt right off. A nice firm pair of breasts were now in view, with pink nipples stiff from the cold, Skyrim air. Hermir then reached for her belt, and unfastened it, letting her pants drop to the ground, and I found myself gazing right in between her thighs.

    “Let’s get naked!” She yelled excitedly. “I won’t tell if you won’t!”

    I swallowed. I wasn’t too comfortable revealing myself to people in this fashion. But... Hermir was a close friend, so for her... well... “All right.” I said. And so I loosened my belt and slipped my dress off. As I threw it to the ground, I saw that I already didn’t have any undergarments on. Surprisingly, and despite my own hardened nipples, I didn’t feel cold in the slightest. In fact, I was quite comfortable. Two girls- or rather, women, standing around in the forest, stark naked.

    “Now watch this!” Hermir put her fists on her hips, and then stood with her legs spread apart. She looked at me, and then looked at the ground directly in front of her bare feet. In the next instant, a stream of fluid came gushing out from between her legs.

    “Y-You’re peeing!!!” I screeched.

    “Yeah!” Hermir laughed. “Isn’t that amazing?”

    “How is this ‘amazing’!?!” I yelled.

    “I’m peeing like the boys do when they’re outside!”

    I was both confused and bewildered. First of all, seeing my best friend naked was extremely embarrassing. Watching her do something as private as peeing just made matters worse. Second, I felt like this event had already happened at some point in my life, though I don’t remember it happening in my adult life...

    Hermir’s stream of urine died down into a few drops, and then nothing. I looked down in the dirt at the bubbly puddle that was slowly being absorbed by the earth beneath it. I looked at Hermir’s dripping wet crotch, then to her torso, and finally up to her mischievous grin. She pointed at me. “Now you try!”

    “What!? But I don’t have to go!” I cried.

    “Oh, please!” Hermir scoffed. “You always have to pee!”

    “That made no sense,” I replied, but soon after she said that, my bladder instantly felt full. “What!? But I didn’t have to pee a minute ago!”

    “Like I said, you always have to pee, Karlie!” Hermir kept goading me on. “Come on, just pee in the dirt, but do it like a boy! No squatting!”

    I whined. But I really had to go. No one but Hermir was around, and all my clothes were off so... what did I have to lose?

    “Fine...” I moaned. I spread my legs apart just as Hermir did. As soon as they were open, Hermir walked over and knelt down beside me, her head at the same level as my hips, looking directly at my unmentionable area. “What are you doing?” I asked.

    “I want to... make sure you do it correctly!” Hermir laughed.

    I rolled my eyes. She obviously had some other motive, but I really had to pee so I didn’t care.

    “I think I can handle it!” I snapped. I placed my hands around the inner sides of my thighs and pulled open the proverbial flood gates. And I relaxed. A few seconds passed, and I felt something begin to snake along inside me. That “snake” went through to my crotch, and then began leaving in the form of a pale translucent stream. “I-I’m doing it! I’m peeing!” I exclaimed. I watched in delight as my urine piddled into the ground, bubbling up among the dirt, leaves and twigs with puffs of steam rising up into the air. I was laughing. Somehow this was just the coolest thing ever. Was it because girls aren’t supposed to go pee outside, or standing up? My inner rebel crying out with a desire to urinate outdoors like boys? Who knew? But... that’s when I woke up.

    My eyes snapped open. I was immediately alerted by the feeling of liquid leaving my body from between my legs, wet warmth spreading over my thighs, and splattering onto the stone floor below. I tensed instantly, and the flow of pee stopped.

    “Did I... seriously... just wet the bed?” I whispered to myself. Worse yet, did anyone notice? I peeked my head up, looking around the room, all the while trying to hold back the torrent of urine that still wanted to come out. No one in the room. Must be pretty late in the morning. I threw off the covers and looked between my legs. My underwear had a fair-size wet patch on it, my legs dripping with urine, and a nice wet spot on the mattress right under my hips.

    I felt a brief spurt then leave my body, and flow down my behind. “Sweet Talos, I’d better pee before I lose it all right here!” My hands went straight into my crotch and I squeezed tightly. I was about to leave for the lavatory, until I realized, I never found out where that was! There might not even be one! “Perhaps I should just go outside then...” I said to myself. But then I looked down at my body. Wearing nothing but my smallclothes and going out into public to relieve my bladder? Not if Azura herself commanded it! But this was an emergency! I quickly looked around the room. There had to be something I could pee in! There was a small urn in the far corner of the room, but I’d have to walk to get there. On the other hand, right next to me, there was a dresser. “Pee in the drawer?” I asked. That seemed too weird. So I took a step towards the urn-

    “Agh!” I lost control. Only briefly, but I lost it nonetheless. A long spurt left me and ran down the back of my leg.

    “To hell with it!”

    I opened the drawer, then started to slip my underwear off, but my muscles gave up midway. I started peeing, uncontrollably before I could get my underpants all the way off. As warm fluids began to run down my legs, my heart began to beat much faster. Thinking quickly, I lifted my right leg and placed my foot atop the drawer, and positioned myself so that my urine was directed into the drawer. Luckily, there was nothing but a ruined book and a few loose coins in there. I closed my eyes and sighed in relaxation as I finally let all my urinary muscles go limp, and I started peeing in the drawer at full force. I really hoped there was no one outside, because the sound of my pee hitting wood with maximum strength was pretty loud. I finally opened my eyes and looked below where I was peeing. A bubbly yellow pool was quickly filling up inside the drawer, with the pungent aroma of both ale and pee filling my nostrils.

    How much time had gone by? A minute? Two minutes? It felt like that much time passed by but in spite of that I was still peeing! “Someone’s going to come in and see me, I just know it!” I began to fret. My bladder felt only half empty, while this drawer was about half full. I looked down at my stream, my face wrought with worry. I bent down, placing my head near to my crotch and looking straight into my private place. “Please be done soon!” I whispered. “We’re going to get thrown out of the Companions if someone sees us like this!” But pee just kept coming out. “Come on, be a good girl and stop peeing, at least for now!” In spite of all my nice words, she wouldn’t listen to me! I closed my eyes and gently placed my hands around the opening. “I promise no more ale late at night!”

    Somehow, after that last statement, the seemingly unending stream of pee began to die down. From a jet, to a trickle, to a few drops, to nothing. “Thank you!” I whispered softly, and gave my womanhood a gentle pat on the...well... the hood. The aroma of my urine had totally filled the air. I quickly closed the drawer, and grabbed my underwear off the ground. I slipped them back on as fast as I could, and then began to don my armor. I put the blankets over the wet spot on the bed, then I grabbed a small rug and wiped up what had leaked through the mattress and onto the floor below.

    I closed my eyes and frowned. “I swear I will never drink for at least an hour before going to bed.” Someone was bound to find my pee in the drawer sooner or later, and then what? I mean, I doubt anyone really had the ability to trace it to me, but... aaaaaaaggghhh!!!! I don’t even want to think about it anymore! I put on my boots, grabbed my sword, and headed upstairs.

  7. “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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    From: Partridge, Z.A., Professor

    To: Ramona Hatchet

    Subject: Application Accepted

    Attachments: thesisprogram.pdf

    Your application to the Applied Astronomy program at Aldrin University has been reviewed and accepted pending your completion of the Invisible College Graduate Thesis. Guidelines for Thesis interviews and/or demonstrations have been attached to this message. If the attachment cannot be downloaded, the guidelines can be found at "Daedalus://globalnode.invisible-college.ic/reference/documentation" without quotes. Your interview has been scheduled for nine hundred hours, August 15th.

    "Aaaaaa! What do I do! I don't know what I'm doing!" Ramona jumped up from the desk, knocking her chair back across the room, and then fell on the ground as she collapsed backwards into the no longer present chair. "August fifteenth is only a month away! I haven't studied! I haven't written anything! I haven't built anything!"

    Across the room and what was probably a safe distance from the panicked chaos that was Ramona, an amused and bemused roommate looked on. "Do you mind if I go hit up the vending machines? I've seen this already, I know how it ends."

    "This is serious Callie!" Ramona scrambled upright with a few winces, then started pacing the floor. "I have a month to write a dissertation and make a demonstration model and figure out how to defend it in front of the Thesis committee and there's still standard coursework and final exams and-"

    "And you don't know where you'll find the time and you can't figure out where to start or what to start on. I told you I saw this before. Right around midterms, in fact. And last year's finals. And last year's midterms. And every time some sort of benchmark deadline is put in front of you." Callie got up off her bed and walked over to the pacing Ramona, whose motions were becoming more rapid and frantic.

    "But all that was normal coursework and exams and quizzes and lab exercises and this is on top of all of that and it's not like I actually have free time as it is, I mean there's like fifteen minutes on Saturday sometimes but you can't write a doctoral dissertation in fifteen minutes and the nurse said if I start skipping meals again I might go into shock after last time-"

    Callie's arms shot out and grabbed Ramona's body just as her pacing took her towards the overturned chair. Forward momentum was conserved and her legs shot out from under her. Callie found herself being dragged down along with her roommate in a sudden crash, tangled up with the chair.

    "Okay, first, take a deep breath." Either following instructions, or her body responding of its own accord, Ramona inhaled a long, raspy, strained gasp of air.

    "...now let it out again. That should be a given." The air rushed out again and the process repeated a few times. "Good, you remember my instructions on stopping hyperventilation." Carefully, Callie disentangled herself from both chair and roommate. "Since that's the only thing you seem to remember, let me give you a refresher course. Every year, you take three times the normal course load. Every year, you work yourself up into a panic by Thanksgiving or April Fool's Day because it's taken it's toll and you're finally running out of steam just as the classes are gearing up for the end."

    With a careful and practiced hand, Callie helped Ramona stand upright and walk over to the other bed. "And every year, you burn through exams like they're just another day's assignments because you know this stuff. All of it. They wouldn't have set you up on the Omnidisciplinary Scholarship Program otherwise. The qualifications for that make Harvard look like an internet diploma mill."

    Her unsteady legs finally gave out, and Ramona collapsed on the bed that Callie had been steering her towards. "Now, this is new. But it's not the monster you seem to think it is. August 15th has no finals scheduled for any class, not even lab practicum. So that is clear. The thesis is going to be about an hour and a half in front of a handful of people, with documentation and models and possibly a demo. So you'll have to work on those, get the paperwork typed up at least. And of course you have to pick an idea to write about."

    "But what? What do I pick?! I don't know what they're looking for and I don't know what stuff is blacklisted for politics because I don't understand any of that and-"

    Callie's finger paused over Ramona's lips and more out of surprised than anything else, the torrent of words stopped. "If time is an issue, you want to go with something you already know. Something you've already got a lot of the math and engineering worked out for. And since you want to go to the moon, something with applications in space. Life support, power supplies, drive engines, something you could put together a working model for in fifteen minutes on Saturday." Callie looked around the dorm room. "Actually, better idea. Something you could put together tonight out of the stuff you have lying around in here. Remember, we don't get the deposits back until the room is cleaned and clear and I have to head back to Sacramento two days before you go home."

    "Space. Space. Wanna go to Space. Build a space thing."

    "And try not to go Aperture Science on me while you think about it."

    Ramona jumped up from the bed, almost knocking Callie on her back, and rushed towards a conglomeration of hoses and pipes coming out of what might have been, long ago, a shop vac. "The induction pump. Of course. I was having problems with the water hammer effect knocking it off its base. I can go back and undo my fix for that. Smooth it out. It'd be like those mercury vimana engines modernized by Doctor Goldman."

    "Vi-whatas?"

    "Vimanas? Hypothetical ancient Indian flying craft? Used mercury as a working fluid? Erik Goldman built engines like them for his Mars mission?"

    "I recognized the name Goldman. That's about it."

    "It's reactionless drive theory 101 stuff! You don't know this?"

    Callie rolled her eyes. "I'm majoring in force field physics with a minor in metallurgy, so no."

    "Well, there's-"

    "I'll wait for the movie. Besides, Now that you have your project picked out, you don't have much time to spare explaining obscure technological details to me, do you?"

    "No... no, I guess I don't."

    Callie pulled a towel and a reasonably clean jumpsuit out from under a pile of books and overloaded three ring binders. "Then my work here is done. I must go now. My planet needs me. Actually my planet is this one and they don't. I'm just going to take a shower." On the way out of the room, Callie paused and looked back. "Oh, and if you start taking that thing apart to rebuild it, just don't put anything on my bed, alright? Some of us can't get by on just four hours of sleep each night."

    ***

    Ramona looked nervously around her. This part of the Invisible College Arcology was one she had had to walk through many times over the years, but this was the first time she had occasion to be here specifically. It was the same sensation of being in a new class and new classroom, only this time she wouldn't be coming here often enough to get used to the location.

    The prototype shone in areas where it wasn't covered in scratches or oil. Ramona absent mindedly licked a finger and rubbed it over a smudged spot, forgetting it was an actual gap in the surface of the shell she had to fill in with a handful of melted down paperclips. Even more absent mindedly, she put the same finger in her mouth to bite on its nail, and began retching at the taste of motor oil. While she didn't really want her jumpsuit sleeves to be stained with oil right before she had five people scrutinizing her, that probably would have been preferable.

    "You're getting sick already? Have you been doing those relaxation exercises I taught you?"

    Ramona spun around to find Callie walking up the eerily empty hallway. "You're here!"

    "Yeah. I know. I figured you needed a little moral support before going in there. And something you said way back stuck with me."

    "About the vimanas? I wrote up a paper on it, I could print you a copy-"

    Callie rolled her eyes. "No, thank you, I leave anti-gravity to people like you who are barely connected to earth anyway. I'm talking about politics. I remembered that for all you know about Science, you don't know as much about people. So here's a little social engineering cheat sheet for you." Callie pulled out her phone and started poking at the touch screen.

    "Okay. First, the interview chamber. It's set up like a reverse panopticon. All the people on the board can see you, and you can see them, but they can't see each other. This means they can't influence each other's choices except by questions, answers, and tones of voice, in case of a conflict of interest. It should also be a help psychologically, they're not ganging up on you."

    "It's still five on one!"

    "No, it's one on one, five times, at the same time. There's a difference. Maybe not in the math, but in the people. Speaking of which..."

    Callie turned the screen around to show five identification pictures. "These are all the people who will be asking you questions. Each one has different interests, different responsibilities, and the personalities clash, but in theory they put the progress of science and the safety of the College first. Professor Partridge is the voice of reason - she'll ask legitimate questions. Give her legitimate answers. If you don't know the answer, say you don't know. IF you have a good guess, then speculate AFTER you admit ignorance. Don't waffle. She hates that. She also hates people staring at her prosthetics, so don't focus on the leg or the eye."

    Ramona nodded. "I remember the prosthetics thing from a few years ago."

    "Good. The rest should come naturally. Next, General Bradburton. All he cares about is fighting the Gardnerian Inquisition. He'll ask for military applications. I don't think your project has any. Unless you can think of some, tell him that. Don't make promises you can't keep. Doctor Herman will ask about health concerns. If there was a problem with it we'd be dead now. Don't worry about him. Professor Ishimura will ask about theory, what theory this works on, any changes, any revisions, any additions. You know better than me how the model behind it works. Explain it as best you can."

    "With you so far. And the last person?"

    "Electronic Intelligence. Doctor Argentine. Very detail oriented. Looks for contradictions and gaps. Remember, just because he's found a problem you missed does not mean the end of the world. Or the interview. Also remember, look at the camera, not at the screen. This isn't a video chat."

    "I know that. Anything else?"

    With an almost foreboding synchronicity, the door to the interview room opened. Callie grabbed Ramona's shoulders and turned her around towards the door. "Yes. Stay calm. Don't use those hyper cogitation exercises unless you're cornered, or you'll have a migraine before the interview is done. Remember to breathe. Remember you're a genius among geniuses. And remember you're right, and this is just a formality. Now go in there and knock 'em dead!"

    Ramon stumbled forward into the room, and the door slid shut with a thrum and a click. To her ears it had all the finality of a slamming bank vault. Out of the storm of her panicked thoughts, one memory jumped out in sudden clarity - years ago, seeing the first Indiana Jones movie, the scene where the Nazis left Indy and the girl in the Ark chamber and put the stone slab back in place.

    I'm going to die in this room, she thought with a shocking clarity and calmness. An awkward cough and shuffling of papers from the other side of the room shook Ramona out of her terror induce trance state and she walked over to the presentation table and put down the prototype.

    Callie was right, the board sat at another table with dividers blocking their views of each other. She immediately saw one way this did not work to her advantage - undistracted by each other, each member of the board was focused entirely on her. If... or rather, when she made a mistake, nobody would miss it.

    Professor Partridge pressed a button on a console on her part of the table. "Professor Zoe Angelina Partridge speaking. Time is oh-nine hundred hours. Date is fifteen August, 2024 CE. Subject, thesis interview for applicant Ramona Hatchet."

    "General Walter Bradburton speaking. I concur." The general's tone of voice was clipped and precise, cutting off words sharply at the end as if trying to conserve energy by not speaking a microsecond longer than necessary. It was the first time Ramona had ever actually seen the man in charge of holding back the Inquisition and she found herself increasingly nervous thinking about the man's personal kill count.

    "Professor Sam Ishimura speaking. I concur." In contrast, Professor Ishimura's voice was long, drawn out drawl somewhere between "Deep South" and "Don't Mess With Texas". What little Ramona knew about him was second hand - he had retired from teaching two years before she had even been accepted at the Invisible College. The resemblance to Jeff Bridges from The Big Lebowski took her completely by surprise.

    "Doctor Gerald Herman speaking. I concur." Ramona's memory of the Indiana Jones movies was drawn back for an encore, before reason shoved it back offstage again. Dr. Herman was an amiable enough man when she had him for Morphogenesis I and II, quick to correct but slow to anger. She hoped she could count on that last part as a calm spot in the storm at l

    "...Doctor Argentine speaking. I concur." The pause in the rhythm of the proceedings could only be from the transmission delay - Argentine was streaming from somewhere else. Probably the moon. Thinking of the moon dragged Ramona back to reality. Keep your eyes on the prize, she thought to herself.

    Professor Partridge clasped her hands in front of her face, and Ramona wondered how exactly she was going to look at her without making it seem like she was looking at that skeletal hand or glowing eye. "In accordance with the tenets of the Invisible College, let us begin." A subtle nod, and Ramona realized she was up. She took a deep breath, and belatedly hoped that the audiovisual pickups would not catch it.

    "Ramona Hatchet speaking. My presentation is a hybridization of reactionless engine technology to maximize thrust while reducing both maintenance and safety hazards. With your permission I will activate the demonstration model." A set of out of sync nods from the table and Ramona twisted the cap off the top of the prototype. A few toggle switches clicked as she pushed and pulled, and the strange, squat cylinder began to hum and vibrate. After a few seconds, it lifted off from the table and began drifting slightly back towards the door. At the same instant, Ramona realized there was something, in her nervous worrying about the presentation, had forgotten to do.

    She had forgotten to use the bathroom.

    "The engine's main principle is derived from the mercury gyro of Erik Goldman, using the asymmetrical pumping of heavy metal liquid impacting on splines in the pipes to impart force. The first essential difference is that the working fluid is distilled water. This reduces the rest mass of the engine to the point where it can exit the earth's gravity under its own power, whereas Goldman's Mercury Gyro required a launch assist to reach orbit from earth."

    Ramona pulled out her smart phone and began selecting files. "I am presently sending everyone technical diagrams of its internal arrangement, as well as thrust calculations and production costs under fabrication standards current as of August 8th. The pipes on the exterior, like Goldman's design, draw from the earlier work on rectifying angular momentum by Thomas Pawlicki. Then as now, the multiple pumps allow each system to operate on a discontinuous but regular cycle, with the average cumulative thrust being higher, the maneuverability better, and the complications from a partial malfunction less severe. It is essentially a bootstrap drive with two moving parts in each section - the servo activated valve, and the pumped water itself. This makes a containment breach," Ramona felt her thighs squeeze together just a bit as she said the word breach, "an inconvenience instead of a biohazard. Any questions?"

    The General put down his smart phone first. "Looking over your documentation, I see a solid engineering design with a viable theoretical background. What I don't see are practical applications besides spaceflight. Has this... hydro vortex drive any other utility except in a spaceship?"

    Ramona looked at the General and swallowed. 'Here goes everything,' she thought to herself. "The engine was designed as a replacement for the two most common reactionless drive modules in common use, with the advantages of both and the disadvantages of neither. Any other applications are secondary or tertiary to that and would not be incorporated into the design."

    "So it only improves on our industry standards in two places."

    Ramona was surprised not only by the bluntness of the trick, but her own recognition that it was a trick. "It improves on present industry standards in five places. No biohazard and low maintenance were already mentioned. A corollary of no longer using mercury as a working fluid means that ships can now safely be manufactured with more aluminum components, including major hull sections, which are cheaper to manufacture and further decrease mass of the ship. This will reduce the strain on sources of steel, titanium, and semi-metal composites that presently make up the majority of ship manufacture, and that frees up those materials for use elsewhere." Ramona let the General draw the rest of the picture for himself - more steel and composites meant more guns, more power armor, more vehicles.

    The general leaned back and seemed introspective, and another voice filled in the pause. "Miss Hatchet, much as I do enjoy looking at diagrams and animated models, I could sure use some more equations in this here digital handout. Ya'll mind going through the theoretical considerations of your pumps, where all that angular momentum is goin', that sorta thing?"

    Ramona turned to Professor Ishimura, twisting her foot against the ground a little and then, realizing what she was doing, stopped. "The essential field effect is, much like the mercury gyro that the shape was drawn from, based on the same electromagnetomotive force used to inductively apply motion to the mercury in an otherwise sealed torus. The difference is that where mercury's metallic composition gives the magnetic field something to hold on to, water does not produce EMF counter-currents." The sensation of fullness down below seemed to ease off for a moment and Ramona felt a moment of relief before it came back, stronger.

    "The engine uses the asymmetrical shape of water molecules, their polar structure, as a means to apply motive force. Rather than a synchronized alternating current field for mercury, the water is provided motive force by means of pulsed direct current. While a frequency corresponding to a field diameter identical to the cross section of the water molecule itself was beyond my means to achieve, I was able to use a much lower one to apply a two stage pump effect. The first pulse polarizes all the molecules in one direction and the second applies a rectifying effect, applying a motive field to all these molecules still held predominantly in alignment by the magnetic one. From there it's just like the gyro - splines break up the natural vortex of the moving water and apply the force to the sides of the pipe, and the process repeats itself on the return trip so the pulse field is acting like a rocket pushing the water away." Inside her boots, Ramona's toes were curling and uncurling almost of their own accord. The last thing she wanted to talk or think about right now was moving water.

    Ishimura leaned back, nodding and staring into space, apparently satisfied now that Ramona had filled in enough gaps for him to work with. The baton was clearly being passed on to someone else... the good Doctor, as it turned out. "While points have been brought up regarding engineering und physics, I feel it is time to address the medical and safety concerns of such technology. If this device applies a motive force to water, how can it safely operate in the presence of organic life as we know it, which is literally full of the stuff?"

    Don't I know it! Ramona thought to herself. Out loud, she addressed the Doctor directly. "While, as you say, the human body and most other forms of organic life consist largely of water, they aren't simply hollow bags of water with skeletons inside them holding the shape. There are all sorts of chemicals dissolved in the body which interfere with the polarizing of the water molecules on the one hand, and on the steady application of electromagnetomotive force on the other. Not even centrifuged blood plasma will respond in any way. Furthermore, without the sides of the containment pipe to focus the forces of the water, the field's effective strength - that is to say the force applied to the working fluid, is drastically reduced. The only place where the liquid would be free of chemical interference would be the urinary bladder-"

    Ramona's mind and ears caught up to what her mouth was saying. Callie's warning or not, she felt like she had just stepped on the edge of a deep chasm and she had to regroup. Time seemed to slow down in the room; individual dust motes seemed frozen like imperfections in glass. Even the refresh rate on Doctor Argentine's monitor was easy to see.

    Thinking back, her sudden need for a bathroom didn't coincide with the activation of the device... but it did become noticeable once the pumps had reached nominal speed. Problem was, the damned thing had been running, off and on, for days and she had never felt this kind of sudden urge at the same time, only after it had been shut down and she was typing up the engineering data or sketching the internal layout in a sleep deprived haze mitigated only by a half dozen cans of soda... oh, of course. The soda would have saturated her system with its own cocktail of chemicals. Those times, her urine would have been as unsuitable for the pump to affect as her blood. But the last few days, coming down from finals, she had enough problems getting to sleep as it was. Soda was out of the question and she'd been slowly detoxing since then.

    Okay, that explained the whys and hows. Her pee was finally pure enough for the pump field to affect it... uh oh. Far, far too late, Ramona realized she had no idea how far the field extended from the emitter. It hadn't been something she considered or even realized was possible until just now, so no tests had been done and no safeguards were in place. Could she walk far enough away from it to reduce or escape its effects? Turning it off was out - live demonstrations were standard during thesis presentations since the first patent troll had tried to throw his weight around the Invisible College Campus.

    Actually though, that was a question that provided part of its own answer. Doctor Argentine's electronic relay system wouldn't be affected by the field - she had possessed enough common sense to test for that - but if the field was affecting anyone else like it was her, there would have been signs. Once the issue came to her attention, it was impossible not to think about it at least some of the time - she would have recognized the symptoms in anyone else instantly. So the field was localized. She could probably get away from it.

    Well... no. No she couldn't. She had let a huge gap in the technology slide right by her, one that a person on the Thesis Committee had pointed out, even if he didn't realize it. To admit such a fundamental omission would be career suicide - this was a rookie mistake and so far beneath what her course load should have implied that it was mind boggling. She couldn't stay away from the engine for another hour and ten minutes, it would raise too many questions. And these were people whose whole job right now was to come up with questions.

    On the other hand, standing near this device that for all intents and purposes felt like it had stuck a garden hose in her bladder wasn't much of an option either. Ramona had never had cause to do any sort of extended stress tests on her ability to hold her urine, but even if she had, that data would have been useless here. In the slowed down time frame she thought she could actually feel the waves rebounding off of different sides of her bladder - and much like inside the machine she had built, applying force.

    Ramona did not want to go back into normal time. There wasn't away out she could see, and not having a way out made the sensation seem five times worse. Ironically, the actual scenario where she did wet her jumpsuit in front of the committee seemed to be the one where her career prospects were least damaged... but it wasn't just science judged here, it was also character. There was no way she'd ever get to the moon now.

    That thought was too much - as hard as her muscles had been straining against the tides inside her, her mind had been taxed much more trying to fit more thought into each second. The world sped up again.

    "-and even then, the tissue of the bladder wouldn't be able to focus those waves, not being metal." Ramona hoped nobody noticed a gap in her vocal patterns, or if they did, they thought it was just a pause for emphasis. In any case, Doctor Herman seemed satisfied that the device was safe - belatedly, Ramona's conscience kicked in. She was committing one of the seven deadly sins of science - Fraud. It was technically true that the field couldn't be focused without a metal container, but that didn't mean water wasn't being affected. It clearly was. It was just being saturated with omni-directional field energy, and that energy had no place to go but out - which would be a lot easier to prevent if she didn't have to pretend nothing was wrong.

    Everyone had spoken except Doctor Argentine, and the simulated expressions on the clearly artificial "face" on the monitor were inscrutable. Ramona could feel sweat beads forming on her forehead and her back - it was one form of moisture that wouldn't seem out of place here, at least. Eventually the speaker clicked on. "I have no questions and no objections. All data as presented was either clear or easily extrapolated from provided documentation and answers to other questions."

    Partridge spoke next. "Are there any further inquiries or requests for clarification?"

    "This is General Bradburton. No further inquiries."

    "This is Professor Ishimura. No further inquiries."

    "This is Doctor Herman. No further inquiries."

    "…This is Doctor Argentine. No further inquiries."

    "Then this committee is adjourned for judgment and deliberation. This is Professor Partridge, concluding interview at oh-nine-fifty hours."

    The other table was suddenly bustling as the various committee members started standing up and packing up their materials and equipment. Doctor Argentine's monitor flickered and changed to a test pattern, and the light on the camera blinked off.

    Ramona's brain, struggling under the after effects of the hyper cognitive state, tried to grasp for solid footing. Professor Partridge looked up from her papers. "That means you can leave, Miss Hunter."

    "But I thought the interview was an hour and a half long!" Ramona blurted out.

    "Upper limit. We had a lot of trouble with filibusters during the early years. You were more concise and clear than most so we get to knock off early. Good thing too."

    "What?"

    "You'll get a message over the intranet on our decision later today. In the meantime, you might want to relax. You're looking a bit pale."

    It took a few precious seconds for Ramona to catch up, but eventually one hand found its way to the controls on top of the prototype. A switch was flicked and the device descended to the table with a soft thump.

    Ramona had no idea how much she was counting on the sensations diminishing until she realized they weren't. Whatever the field had started was still going on - and at this point it was impossible to tell if it had stopped or was still getting worse. Muscles clenched all over the body in reflex, even ones that had nothing to do with holding back all that pee. Ramona almost fell over but caught herself on the table, and quickly tried again, picking up the prototype and walking what she hoped wasn't an obvious shuffling walk towards the door.

    There were two nearby restrooms, one on the floor above and one on the floor below. Neither one sounded like a good idea while having to carry a large conglomeration of pipes and electronics and mechanical parts, but going down seemed slightly faster and less likely to jostle her insides too much. Each step on the stairwell made her throb, and the agonizing slowness was a necessary evil at this point. Rounding the corner, the sight of the male / female symbols gave her a glimmer of hope.

    Until Professor Partridge walked by and into the ladies.

    It wasn't a lack of space that was the problem. And distance was not a concern, Ramona could have made it with time to spare. But she also recognized the way Partridge had been walking - it was the way she had been walking moments before. If Ramona went in that restroom, the gig was up. Partridge would figure it out. And there was no way she'd make it up two stairwells.

    Automatically, Ramona turned on her heel - cursing herself for her sudden movement almost immediately - and headed towards the dormitory. She didn't at all think she could make it in time, but the closer she was to her room when she finally lost it, the less time she'd be out in the open for people to see her. A random thought as she crossed one of the enclosed bridges to the dormitory part of the arcology was to activate the device again and pull it along while it floated, but she discarded the thought as soon as it was formed. She was so full that any further application of the field would make her explode.

    Section after section of dormitory space passed. If she had had her hands free Ramona would have had at least one and most likely both jammed between her legs and damn whoever saw, but the prototype made that impossible. That stupid machine. It was easier to blame it than to admit she made an error during the tests, or to think about something as simple as getting a wheeled cart to carry it around on. Another unbidden memory was dragged up - the Ryme of the Ancient Mariner. The engine was an albatross Ramona wished she could just hang on her neck. And then of course there was the whole thing about 'water, water everywhere' which was not, in fact, a visual she wanted right now-

    Warm. Something was definitely different down there. Sweat trickled down her back, a contrasting cold to that other sensation. How bad? She couldn't see. She couldn't feel either until her hands were free. A few more steps confirmed her worst suspicions. The feel of the fabric as she moved was new and different. Was it just her panties, though, or all the way through to the jumpsuit? Next section, almost there! Just might make it- no. No, that rivulet going down the inside of her right leg said otherwise. Warmth turned, almost imperceptibly, to cool. Each step was like trying to carry a cup full of coffee, full right to the brim - stuff was always going to spill out.

    And that image, as she reached the door to her room, was the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back. As the scanner beeped through the iris recognition process, everything came out. Almost like a jet, so much force. The renewed warmth, spreading. When it was clear that nothing was holding it back, Ramona sighed and stopped trying - it hurt too much. Door open, finally! Inside the dorm room, tossing the engine on the bed - hers or Callie's? Did it matter at this point, right now? - she headed straight for the attached bathroom. Vacant... she hadn't dared consider the possibility that Callie was in there.

    With the door closed, Ramona took a deep breath and inspected the damage. The jumpsuits that were so common at the Invisible College weren't an official uniform, but it just so happened that Ramona was the type of student who could actually use that many pockets. Besides, when in Rome... that was strange. There was a dark patch maybe silver dollar sized just a little off center to the right, with a tail going down a few inches toward her knee... but it had felt like much, much more. The top of the jumpsuit was unzipped and Ramona slide everything down... yeah, that made more sense. The dark patch in the center of her panties was going higher through capillary action, and she could feel it happening on the reverse side. The center of the jumpsuit leggings, though, that was something else.

    It had the same wet spot and spread, fairly noticeable with the light blue going dark. If there had been any sort of standardized means of measuring these kinds of things, this would have been just an average leak. But it had felt like she was going to make a puddle big enough to float a paper boat in. It didn't make any sense.

    An urgent knocking on the door made Ramona jump. "Ramona? Are you close to being done? I'm... kind of on a time limit here."

    "Just a second!" The jumpsuit came up - wet spot or not she neither had time to change or a spare to change into, so she just hoped Callie wouldn't notice. When the door opened and they awkwardly traded places, her hope was vindicated - Callie had her own problems. Ramona headed to the dresser to get cleaner clothes, but something was off about the room.

    It took a few seconds to realize the prototype was no longer resting on the bed, but floating awkwardly by the pile of textbooks next to it. Ramona walked over, got a grip on one side, and turned it off. Without the cap put back in place when the interview was over, it had turned on when it rolled over its own switches on the bed... uh oh.

    When Callie came out of the bathroom, Ramona was bringing up the working diagrams and schematics for the engine on her laptop. "Hey, sorry for running you out of there like that, but when I got near the door, suddenly I just really had to pee. You know how that is, when you get closer to home and that makes everything worse? The Longest Mile effect, they call it."

    "Yeah, I kinda do."

    "So, how did the interview thing go? I wasn't expecting you back until maybe eleven."

    "I don't know yet. It didn't take very long, so I either did very good or very b-"

    The sound effect for a new message chimed off, and Ramona immediately went into her inbox - which she had left open since first logging in - and clicked on the new message.

    Welcome to the IC Intranet

    You have ONE (1) new message

    From: Partridge, Z.A., Professor

    To: Ramona Hatchet

    Subject: Thesis Accepted

    Attachments: utility.uci

    Your improved reactionless drive design was accepted by the thesis board, 5-0 in favor, and forwarded to the Collins Spaceport Chief Engineer's Office. The Chief Engineer has specifically requested your assistance in refining the design for full mass production - this position neatly covers both the Logistics and Engineering course credits of the Applied Astronomy Program at Aldrin University. The next flight to Collins Spaceport is scheduled for September 25th, subject to weather delays; please notify the Registrar’s Office at the earliest convenience to confirm travel arrangements.

    Congratulations and we hope to see more of your work in the future.

    Ramona stared at the screen in shock. She was vaguely aware of Callie beside her, grinning and patting her on the shoulder, but her mind was some distance away. The engine's "side effects", while potentially solvable, just got more complicated since more people would be building them. On the other hand, she'd be in a prime position to implement those changes at the same time as the thrust was increased and the cost reduced.

    "See? I told you that you could pull it off."

    "I... yeah. Looks like I did. Uh. Wow."

    "Cognitive dissonance wouldn't be such a problem if you believed in yourself to start with." Callie walked over to the dresser, and, for reasons she could not really explain, Ramona turned around to look at her roommate’s retreating backside, scanning for any discoloration. Nothing.

    "This calls for a celebration! I'm going to go hit up the vending machines. What sounds good?"

    "Uh... one of those chocolate bars. And soda. Lots of soda."

    "You realize that the school year is now over, right? You don't have to cram anymore."

    Ramona tapped the screen. "I have a design to refine, and there's no time like the present. I'll relax when I get to the moon."

    "That's what Neil Armstrong said, and what did it get him?”

    "Fame, about eighty different awards and honors, and a city up there named after him.”

    Callie stuck her tongue out and vanished out the door, in pursuit of snacks. Ramona turned back to the screen and stretched. She had made it. She was going to space! The world suddenly seemed brighter and better in vague, non-quantifiable ways. Even the sensations between her legs from the wet clothes she hadn't had the chance to change out of yet, and all the agony that came before, seemed like a fair trade off. Time to shower and get dressed in something that made her look less like an extra in a spy flick or low budget Syfy original series…

    What's utility.uci supposed to be?

    Ramona knew .uci was the file extension format for rapid prototyping machine instructions and blueprints, but not what Professor Partridge would think she needed to have made for the trip to the moon or the placement up there. Fortunately there was a blueprint compiler on the laptop; she had hoped to have full blueprints for the prototype before the presentation, but damned thing kept crashing and too much work was lost. This time, for once, there were no problems (probably because it was easier to read an existing file than to make one) and the screen filled with chemical formulas, assembly instruction code, and 3-D wireframe models-

    She knows, Ramona thought. Suddenly the cold sweat was back in force, and even with the prototype off, it felt like she had to pee very badly, very suddenly. Her legs didn't want to support her, but she pulled herself upright, and started towards the bathroom, pausing to lean back and turn off the blueprint reader. She was sure Callie wouldn't recognize the chemical formula for hydrophilic long chain electropolymers, or if she did, the significance of it, or even the unexpanded wireframe of the finished object, but Ramona was not going to push her luck anymore. She supposed she was already lucky that Professor Partridge had not vetoed her application, invalidated her thesis, or had her expelled. Naming the file "utility.uci" instead of a more accurate term like "diaper.uci" was a gift horse she had no intention of looking in the mouth.

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    Nobita tried to take his test, but his bladder kept feeling fuller by the second. Why'd it have to be three hours? He shifted his legs around and tried to concentrate. All of his answers looked strange as usual, but he couldn't even try with all the pressure from his bladder. The signals kept coming and warning him, but he had to remain seated. He put his pencil down and stared at his test.

     

    "This test counts for 30 percent of my grade. I could fail if i do bad!" he thought.

     

    He looked at the clock. Only thirty minutes had passed. He crossed his legs a little and waited. Then he picked up his pencil and started writing again.

     

    "What was the capital of Japan?" it read.

     

    That was easy, Tokyo; his current city. But he couldn't concentrate and circled Osaka by mistake. He shifted around again and looked at the clock. Only 5 minutes since last time!? He knew he'd end up wetting himself.

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    (Timmy's PoV)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    (Short Tootie's PoV)

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

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

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

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

    (Timmy's PoV)

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

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

    ***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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    This story is from a request by ssjammerz. Thanks for your idea! It was a pleasure writing it!

     


    Erin woke up early Saturday morning feeling very excited for some time off of work. It has been a long tiring week, and Erin needs time to decompress. She believes the best way to relax is to go for a scenic bike ride. The only place for Erin to go cycling is at the local park, which is very secluded due to the small number of residents in the area.
    Today Erin is wearing a white low cut Dri-fit T-shirt and tight black bike shorts, which hug her curvy figure. She grabs a water bottle from the fridge before heading out to her bike. Erin mounts the bike and pedals to off to the park. Her long black hair flows through the breeze as she rides along. It's a beautiful sunny morning with no one around. Soon Erin reaches the park, and chooses a cycling trail to take.
    The longest route should be great Erin thought taking a gulp of her water. As Erin relaxes, she realizes that she forgot to use the toilet before she left. No worries, just focusing of enjoying the ride Erin sighs.
    Soon the trail is surrounded by tall green trees. Erin continues pedaling at a steady pace making her a little tired. She coasts and gulps down almost all of her water felling relieved. Erin's bladder fills as she pedals along the path, stretching the black spandex barely covering her butt.
    A little more discomfort in her bladder causes her to slow the pace down. More liquid is sloshing around bulging her bladder. Erin uses her bike seat to put pressure on her aching pussy to help hold her pee longer.
    She continues riding, flying past a rest area. Too fast for her to notice, or to stop. Erin needs to find a bathroom soon. Sweating, she moans in desperation, and coasts to slow down. Erin now has a very full bladder, and is very desperate to find a toilet.
    Erin hasn't had an accident since she got locked out of her house, and ended up losing control all over her porch. She grimaces at the memory. Her bike is shaking and swerving from her holding her bladder with a hand. Up ahead Erin spots a clearing in the woods. She coasts to a halt and sighs in relief. There is a small wooden shack marked bathroom. Erin whimpers as she steps off the bike. Her bike shorts dig into her swollen bladder as she stumbles toward the door.
    Erin goes to turn the handle, but it's stuck. Some one has jammed the door tight, leaving the toilet unreachable. She crosses her legs in agony. Erin can't hold on much longer. Holding her crotch with both hands, Erin can barely stop any pee from escaping. She decides to just pull her black shorts down and relieve herself here. Just as Erin grabs the waistband, a family of bike riders coast past.
    She whimpers in desperation turning her back to the path so they can't see her awful situation. Erin's bladder spasms, and a squirt of pee dampens her black shorts. Erin gasps doubling over trying anything she can to hold in her pee in. Another spasm jolts her full bladder. A stream streaks down her legs, and into the grass. More hot yellow pee escapes as Erin sobs losing the battle.
    She releases her hands as her bladder contracts spilling all her pee soaking her crotch and her shorts. Erin's pee trickles down her legs as her bladder finally empties. She inspects her shorts. Her crotch is completely wet, and her butt is soaked as well.
    Erin waddles back to her bike feeling relieved, and surprisingly more relaxed than ever. Maybe she will give another thought to wetting herself Erin thought pedaling home.

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