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A weak bladder is just a quirk to deal with. (My Hero Academia)

Chapters 4+ Edited by MasterXploder

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female Pinky and Yellow

"Watch out, Ashido!" Hearing the call to attention from class representative Tenya Iida, Mina Ashido's head jolted around various directions, soon enough finding a giant dirt fist barreling towards her. While she attempted to sidestep to avoid the blow as soon as she registered the threat, the speed was just too much to safely dodge. That is, until it was slowed by a spray of ice, freezing over the earthen joints, weighing the arm down enough for Mina to jump out of harm's way. "Woah, thanks for the heads up!" Jumping onto the outstretched arm, Midoriya leapt over with his own fist primed for a punch, connecting it with the dirt monster's face, shattering the head into a hundred tiny pieces. Now decapitated, the creature fell over, thoroughly defeated. Unfortunately, it was for naught, as another shortly rose up and took its place. "There's just no end to these things," Kaminari complained. "Then we keep busting through," Kirishima, all fired up, taunted to the opponents that didn't have the biology to hear it. He charged forward, delivering a body blow to the next enemy with his jagged, rock-hard fist. He wasn't the only one on the offensive, as Midoriya, Iida, and Todoroki joined in with their own hard-hitting attacks. "This was supposed to be a fun summer training camp," Mina cried as she dove behind a nearby tree, seeking cover from the ensuing debris of another earth creature destroyed by the might of the student heroes. She wasn't wrong, to prepare the class for the ever-growing violent world outside the school campus, one that contained evils like the League of Villains and the recently-defeated Hero Killer Stain, UA had promised its first-years a training camp in a secluded forest, a chance to radically improve their skills as a team. Even students like Mina, who had failed their final, were allowed to join in the festivities. As their bus arrived on a clearing overlooking the woods they'd be spending the next few weeks, the class even discovered they'd have new pro hero instructors, the Wild Wild Pussycats. Or rather, half the Pussycats, Mandalay and Pixie Bob. That's where the downhill plummet began. In short order, they were so kindly informed that the bus would go no further, they needed to reach the cabins miles away on foot, and they wouldn't have anything to eat until then. And, just to add insult to injury, the forest was crawling with the monsters of living earth, courtesy of Pixie Bob. It was only rare moments like now where the kids were given a moment to stop. Midoriya and Iida nearly collapsed, while the other MVP, Todoroki, simply activated his fire half of his Quirk and defrosted himself. Most others were bent over and panting, chests heaving as their breaths continued to escape them. It was clear, even from a cursory glance, that they wouldn't last much longer before succumbing to exhaustion. "What...what time is it now," Ochako gasped. Iida lifted his left arm, as if it carried the weight of the world, to check his watch. "Ten to four." Everyone groaned in unison. That meant they had been out here for nearly five hours, and with nothing but memory guiding them to their destination, it could be a hundred feet or a hundred miles until they got to the training grounds. Until then, they'd be going hungry, as Mina's growling stomach reminded her. "Here, Ashido." Looking up, Mina saw Momo handing her a bottle of water, no doubt created from nothing by her Quirk. "Can't have you getting dehydrated." "Thanks." Mina took the bottle, unscrewed the cap, and began chugging the cold, refreshing liquid down. True, while it would be bad for any of them to be dehydrated, it was especially dangerous for Mina. Her Quirk required expelling fluids to carry her acid, so if she had none to give, she'd be useless in a fight. However, all silver linings had a dark cloud attached. She was suffering under a lack of food, yet simultaneously suffering from an abundance of water. Nature had been taking its course inside her pink body over the span of these long hours, and everything she drank to keep herself moving in that intervening time was really taking effect. Mina had to pee. It was certainly an awkward situation to be caught in. She'd be holding for who knew how much longer if she wanted any chance of making it to the bathroom, maybe she was capable of it, but it would likely involve some real visible desperation. It seemed such was the fate that eventually befell all female members of Class 1-A, the only variable was how publicly they embarrassed themselves. It wasn't even limited to the girls anymore, not after Mineta wet himself shortly after arrival. Mina did not want to be next in that line. So, what options did she have, aside from simply holding it? Well, no doubt, the tall, broad trees that surrounded them to the edge of visibility in every direction were giving Mina a few ideas. It wasn't exactly a feminine notion, but if worst came to worst, she'd be open to really watering a tree. A tree out of sight, of course. But that was the problem. If she wandered off by herself, she was just asking to be attacked, because fate always targeted the girl alone in the woods, slasher movie style. On the other hand, if she did it close to everyone else, she was just asking to be spied on by one of the boys, not to name specific names. "Something on your mind, Ashido?" Lost in thought, Mina didn't realize that Momo hadn't left. Or how her legs were jiggling, stamping into the dirt. Frankly, there was no reason to hide her predicament from Momo, not after how...open she had been about her own experience in this matter. "Just how badly I need to whiz." As soon as the words reached Momo's ears, her face blushed a red as bright as her hero costume. "W-why are you telling me?!" "Well, you asked. Come on, you can't tell me it isn't bothering you too." "T-that's...besides the point! A hero shouldn't even have the idea that public urination is acceptable!" "So what was your excuse during the finals?" "E-er...I have no excuse for my actions. But it was an emergency, and I wasn't thinking clearly." Mina jumped to her feet, continuing to bounce on her heels, adding wiggling her hips to the dance. "It'll probably be an emergency for me too, soon enough!" True, it was an exaggeration, but it wouldn't be one for long. "You're just going to have to deal with it. It's not safe enough around here to undress...oh, and the indecency thing too! Right." Momo gently and subtly put on hand on the inner edge of her right thigh. She had a point, Mina had to concede. They were between waves of onslaught, but there was no guarantee when it would end. Tradition seemed to dictate that it wouldn't be long now. Stopping to take a leak was paramount to putting a target on her forehead, a risk she wasn't exactly willing to take. "Yeah, it might be better to wet myself." She didn't want to believe it, but she was part of a world much more dangerous than a simple high-schooler's worries. However, from that dejection, opportunity was birthed. A smug smile spread across Mina's face as an idea came to light in her mind. "Hey, Momo. What if we gathered all the girls together and banded together to protect each other while we took our leaks? Like, one or two of us do it at a time, and the rest stand guard, and then we swap out..." "Weren't you listening to what I said? It's an incredibly inappropriate thing for heroes to do!" "Come on, we're in the woods! No one's going to get up in arms about a few kids doing their business in the woods! I'm sure the teachers are expecting us to do it too! There's no way they really think we can all just hold it the whole time!" "They wouldn't wish something so degrading upon us. Not when it sets a poor precedence for our future behavior." "It's being resourceful with the options available to us in the field!" Despite her eagerness, it was clear her arguments were getting nowhere with Momo, and Mina had to take a different approach. "Listen, I know you know as well as I do, but when we get desperate, it's not going to matter. We have an easy out, let's just take it and drain the water before anything gets worse!" With Mina leaning in with excitement, Momo relented with a sigh. "We'll settle this diplomatically. I'll ask the other girls what they want to do. If they agree with you, I'll go along. I'm not exactly opposed to the idea..." Satisfied in her victory, Mina cupped her hands around her mouth to amplify her voice, taking a deep breath to shout for her female classmates. Unfortunately, just as she leaned forward to yell, she was interrupted by a violent shaking of the ground beneath her feet, nearly causing her to lose her footing. "Ugh, now of all times?" "Sounds like more of those creatures," Momo concluded, pulling a harpoon from the palm of her left hand. "You're just going to have to hold it." "Y-yeah." Momo ran off, prepped for battle as everyone else was, leaving Mina alone. "Damn, I really needed that now," she groaned, bubbling up acid on her hands. "These dirt monsters better know enough to get out of my way." She rushed from her hiding place, ready to face the danger, while somehow simultaneously not straining herself too hard. If such a balance was even possible, she'd soon find out. --------------- Punches, engine-charged kicks, explosions, elemental blasts, weapons, tapes and grapes, all manner of attacks were being thrown at the newest onslaught of monsters. Yet, somehow, the reserves never seemed to end, more just kept sprouting from the earth. Somewhere, off in the distance, Pixie Bob must have known how strained the students were, and cranked up the difficulty for kicks. Mina could only hope that didn't extend to her special strain. She had to pee before, but now? Worst she ever needed to go, no doubt. Her lifestyle didn't often result in desperation, scheduled and in locations where bathrooms were easily accessible, but she still had her share of incidents to give her appropriate context. And constantly expelling moisture by throwing acid to soften the monster's rock-hard defenses was doing her no good. She had heard sweat helped stave off a filling bladder, but the same principle wasn't applying. It must have been too late, she figured. The image of flowing personal liquid was also doing her constitution no good; in fact, it was destroying her on the inside. There was only one orifice her fluids would be escaping her body through, an unspeakable one. And it would do so soon, whether she wanted it or, more likely, not. For now, she just needed to survive. Not just the fights, she wasn't too concerned about being killed in a training exercise; though, on further retrospection, maybe she should be. No, the real threat was the agonizing sensation of her bladder burning a hole in her abdomen, more effectively than her own acid ever could (maybe because she was immune to her acid). There was a very clear timer over her head now, though the count was unknown, before her body simply ran out of strength to resist the temptation of emptying her bladder straight into her black uniform skirt. And all the jumping and flinging acid was testing her limits. With every movement, the volume of liquid contents sloshed around her insides, hitting each edge of her bladder with the full force of its weight, stretching the poor thing out and repeatedly staggering Mina to a standstill, leveraging all her energy into holding instead of fighting, leaving everyone else to pick up her slack. However, even that time was coming to a close. As she continued to fill, the amount of room her urine had to move around was shrinking, instead becoming a solid mass of a bloated bladder, which was no easier to maintain or control. No, all that accomplished was pushing her further past the edge, where she was afraid of how this ordeal would end for her. She wasn't the only one, either. Any time she caught a glance at a classmate's face, they looked worried, concerned, stressed. Truthfully, everything about the moment lent itself to the emotion splayed across everyone's visage, but to the desperate Mina, whose thoughts were utterly swamped with images of peeing, she could only think of one possibility for the dourness. "I knew it. They all need to whiz bad." After every hour that had passed them by since their departure from UA's grounds, the last place they had access to a functional bathroom, no one could blame them. Bubbling below the surface, it was about to overflow. Not Mina's pee, the tension. A closely related tension. Midoriya delivered a powerful punch, breaking the final earth monster into large, inanimate chunks, yet his arm remained extended. It was almost like he was frozen by Shinso's Quirk again, with the same strain needed to break free. The only difference was the actions he took upon being able to move again: his right arm, hand still clenched in a fist, slammed tightly into the crotch of his pants, his face keeping the same expression of determined fear it tended to carry in any stressful situation. An awkward sight that did wonders in reminding everyone else suffering through the same predicament how worrisome their own states were, the only one with the drive to move was Iida, rushing to Midoriya's aid, while also shouting orders to the rest of the class. "Everyone, break! Men over this way, women over there!" He guided Midoriya past a thicket of trees in the direction he had indicated, and the rest of the male class members followed, at their own varied paces, some struggling more than others. "Poor Deku," Ochako lamented, squeezing her own legs together. "At least he gave us a break of our own," Mina offered, one-upping Ochako by really grabbing beneath her skirt. "Any objections this time, Momo?" "I still don't like it, but..." Momo looked over her friends, all in various throes of need (though she needed to use some imagination for Toru). It was clear that denying them now would be cruel. "We don't have a choice, do we? Oh, I'd really rather avoid doing this out in the open again." "And I'd rather avoid another accident!" Ochako tugged on the front of her skirt, bouncing on her toes. "Can we please hurry?" "Ribbit," Tsuyu concurred, hopping in the exact opposite direction the boys wandered off in. The other girls followed the frog's lead, their movements all stiff and rigid, but satisfied in the knowledge their suffering would be over as soon as they found a thick grove of satisfactory cover. Cover that they weren't finding. "Is it just me, or did the boys take the good side with all the hiding places," Kyoka complained. "I'm starting to think a hiding place isn't mandatory," Toru added. It was difficult to tell what she was doing, but the way her skirt lifted and exposed her floating panties definitely seemed to indicate she was at the stage where she needed to hold herself. "Well, that's because you've got nothing to lose." Mina shifted her center of balance, pressing her legs closer together. "Though, to tell the truth, I can empathize with that idea." "Please," Momo pleaded, "Please don't tempt me. If I have to disgrace myself, I at least want to be out of sight this time." Suddenly, a look of horror washed over her face, and she froze in place. "You don't think there are cameras to monitor how we handle this test, do you?!" "If there are, at least we're not the only ones taking a leak now," Kyoka comforted with all the grace of her heavy metal music. "Listen, if you're going to be too ashamed to do this, then leave. But I'm not stopping until I'm empty." "I'm just as scared as you, Momo, but...I need this. It was bad enough that a hero pees herself once, but twice? I wouldn't be able to live with myself if that happened again." A second hand snaked its way up Ochako's skirt, tensing tightly to provide physical impediment, for the sweet few extra seconds of dryness, or maybe relative dryness, it would provide. With all the girls eagerly jumping on the chance to distract themselves through conversation, they very nearly missed the giant obstacle in their path, Mina almost crashing into it, stopping only inches away when she caught its presence out of the corner of her eye. "Aagh!" And her recoil away almost knocked over Toru. Only once she had taken a step back did she realize what the giant, stationary object she almost walked into was: a gray boulder, twice as tall and three times as wide as any of the girls standing before it. "That...that one's not going to come alive, is it," Momo worried. "Wrong color, ribbit." "Hardly matters, it's a giant wall practically gift-wrapped for us!" Excited, but muscles still tensed, Mina almost skipped around the edge of the boulder, ready to whip her underwear down and let that healthy stream flow. Unfortunately, it was not meant to be, as she soon discovered as the opposite end of the rock entered view. Instead of being a flat edge, or even a slightly curved one, it ended on a sheer point top to bottom, like a perfectly even teardrop shape, the walls making up the angle steep enough to still be easily visible from the opposite end. It didn't take a genius to figure out the undesirable implications of that. "Hey, you cool with it not actually being good cover?" "That's...not exactly ideal," Momo lamented, looking back the way they came and, by extension, the direction the boys were located in. "I don't exactly trust them to not peek if we give them the opportunity." "Come on, Deku wouldn't do something like that. Yet..." No one doubted Ochako's defense of Midoriya's moral character, each of them feeling the same about someone else. Iida, Todoroki, Tokoyami, a lot of the boys would probably respect their privacy, something that would normally be a reassuring thought. If only it wasn't for the one name that sank their hearts and sent the chill of fear up their spines: Mineta. He was the type that would absolutely spy on them, and just their luck, he had "used the bathroom" most recently, and would therefore not need the same break for himself. He wouldn't be able to sneak behind them, but from the direction they came, anything went. Attempting to find a solution, Mina looked back at the opposite end of the boulder, inspecting its shape and what could be done with it. "I think we could manage one at a time. And I call dibs!" The other girls groaned and shifted, causing Mina to sigh and relent. "Fine, one of you can go first, but I call second!" "I...I don't think we can handle one at a time," Ochako sheepishly admitted. Momo was also having doubts. "Nor is searching for another location much of an option, if only to avoid being separated from the group." Mina shrugged. "Well, I don't know what to tell you. It's either one at a time or do it out in the open." Kyoka leaned in close to Momo. "So, how bad is it knowing someone's seen you piss? Need to weigh my options." "Worst experience of my life," Momo honestly answered. "It's better to wet yourself." "Damn. That's really not the reassurance I needed." Kyoka crossed her legs and bounced in place. "Should I just do it?" "Why did the boulder have to be shaped like that," Toru almost cried. "Yeah, if only it was flatter on that end..." Mina's voice trailed off into a whisper towards the end of the sentence, as an idea sparked in her head. Maybe she wasn't the smartest kid in class, but she had moments of cleverness. "And I think some acid is the answer." "Oh, dissolving the point to make a flat surface! That's good," Ochako praised. "But, is it going to dissolve the ground when it drips down?" "Nope! I won't make it super-strong, so it'll be neutralized by the time it reaches the ground. Just watch your shoes." "Can you control the acidity in your desperation," Tsuyu questioned. "Sure, that's second nature to me! I'd be splashing acid against my butt every time I used the bathroom if I couldn't turn it down. I know I'm immune, but the bottom of the toilet seat isn't." "But can you wait long enough to even melt the boulder?" Without another word, Momo just pointed towards Mina's lower body, confusing Mina and causing her to look down at her own legs. She didn't even notice in excitement, but they were shivering, crossed, legs pressed tightly together, a clear sign she had minutes at best. And just to rub it in, like she had only just realized she needed to pee really badly, a bead of yellow snaked down her inner thigh, contrasting against her pink skin. It was a harbinger of a flood soon to come, one she could only delay for so long with her right hand shoved into her crotch. However, she wouldn't be a hero if she couldn't turn a disadvantage into opportunity. "N-no problem!" She had a plan, just one that required a little more setup than she would have liked. First, while keeping her legs crossed, she used her feet to slip her shoes off, needing a second and third pass to remove her socks, requiring delicate precision and grip with her toes through the opposite sock. Her bare feet against the forest dirt wasn't exactly the most comfortable sensation, but so long as there weren't any thorny branches, it was a necessary step for what she had in mind. And her feet weren't the only part of her body that needed to be stripped. Reaching over to her left side with a free hand, she pulled down the zipper of her skirt, loosening it enough to become a victim of gravity, though she needed to quickly let go of her crotch to allow it to fall past her arm. She shoved it right back in as soon as the path as free. While the girls observing were confused why Mina needed to expose her feet, taking off her skirt was the last straw, for Momo at least. "What are you doing?!" "Sorry, but this is kind of necessary." Because she didn't think things through a second ago, she needed to immediately let go of her crotch again, this time to pull down her white, only mildly stained panties, and again clamped her privates like a vice as soon as it was in the open air. One leg, then the other was raised to withdraw her feet through the holes, and she bent down into a close squat, a very uncomfortable proposition at the moment, to pick her underwear up, dropping them on the skirt lazily laid on the ground. "Make sure nothing happens to my clothes." With that instruction, she retreated behind the boulder, situating herself less than a foot away from the apex of the point. Positioning became Mina's next, but final, challenge. After all, simply squatting would lead to only the bottom of the boulder dissolving, which would at best accomplish nothing and at worst destroy the stable balance of the rock. No, she needed extra height, in a way usually inaccessible to women. She jutted her hips forward while being careful to not disturb her own footing, using the right hand that had been previously occupied holding her crotch to instead spread her little Pinky. It wasn't a position she was as comfortable with as sitting or squatting, but Mina needed to go bad. Without her palm pressed against her peehole, her body just took the initiative and let go of its own will, like a faucet suddenly being turned as far as the knob would rotate. While a small offshoot simply fell between her legs, the majority manifested as a thick white stream jetting from her genitals, colliding with the corner of the stone two feet above ground, resulting in backspray of multiple natures. Most expected was the spray of urine launching in every direction as a result of both the impact force and the sharp point of collision. Good thing she was totally nude below the waist, or there'd be soaking going on. The second kind of spray manifested a second later, as steam emanated from the strike zone, far heavier than a simple indicator of difference in temperature between hot urine and cool air. There was something else occurring, as evident by the thick sludge dripping down from the collision point. While the primary usage of her Quirk was producing acid from her body, she could also use it to convert the bodily fluids she secreted into acid. Ordinarily, this was not helpful, as it would turn her sweat into acid during a heated fight and subsequently dissolve her clothes, but in very specific instances such as this, it was killing two birds with one stone. A stone she was melting to smooth out the sharp edge while simultaneously relieving her poor, full bladder. It was a release she desperately needed, and it felt damn good to piss it all away. "Ooohhhh...hhaaaaahhhhhh....mmmphhhhh!" She began panting as she sighed and moaned in ecstasy, basking in the relief as her water-balloon bladder shrunk as its contents escaped her in a raging, corrosive torrent. While a hissing was already a sign of a good pee, involving acid only made the noise more assaulting. And, while she was mostly immune to her own acidic properties, the sensitive nature of her genitals allowed her to feel an extra tingling sensation at the orifice of exit, further accentuating the bliss. As the puddle by her feet grew with more of the viscous liquid reaching the ground, expanding the pool's reach, Mina was happy to see that her assumptions were correct. While the acid did slightly dissolve the dirt, deepening the puddle, the chemical composition of the soil, added with the bits of boulder now mixed in, neutralized the acidic properties, turning it into nothing more than a thick fluid. One she wouldn't recommend stepping in, but it wouldn't cause any harm to the ecosystem, nor cause any unstable ground for the five girls that would be squatting here in a few minute's time. Though, that estimate may have been too long a wait, as Mina heard the light impact of one of her friends punching their side of the boulder, the stone too thick to create an echo. "How much longer are you going to be," Ochako called. "I...I'm starting to leak!" "Well, I'd say..." Mina did some quick math, not really her forte, only able to come up with a very rough estimate. "I'll be another minute, and then it'll probably take another minute to melt down the rest that I'm not hitting! Is that fast enough?" "It'll have to be." Momo didn't sound so sure, but there wasn't much she could do as nothing more than an about-to-explode observer. Still, Mina tried to be considerate by speeding herself up. She was already being loud, both from her pee and her moans, a little more wouldn't cause much damage. Clenching her abdomen muscles, she squeezed her pee out as hard as she could manage, doubling the spray in all directions, and the sizzle of the boulder dissolution turned deafening. If the rest of the girls had any objections, she wouldn't be hearing them anymore. While the piss turned harsh, it didn't take long for the increase in volume output to squeeze her dry. The waterfall declined into more of a water gun, losing power until it had nowhere to go but straight down, soon stopping completely, save for a few drops she did her best to shake off. "Phew...that was probably the worst I've ever needed to go," she was all-too-happy to exclaim, proud of her handiwork. She reached down to pick up a nearby leaf to wipe herself dry, watching the piece of foliage burn up once it had completed its duty. Cleaned up after her little excursion, all that was left to focus on was how well she had accomplished her task. While she had indeed softened the corner, the dent she had made wasn't exactly deep. It could safely obscure maybe two girls, three if they weren't picky about personal space, it would need a little more "artistic touch" to get it where it needed to be for this specific purpose. Extending her arms, fingers spread out to expose her palms, two sprays of acid shot from her hands onto the boulder, the same color and consistency of her previous urine but ten times larger. Because of this, dissolution occurred much faster, melting the stone higher up in a matter of second, removing nearly a yard of rock mass in only that minute estimate. Stopping her acid hoses, she waited for the steam to dissipate, and the grime to slide down before calling it satisfactory. "There, that should do it." Covering her crotch, she left her makeshift ladies room behind for the other girls to have a turn. "You're all set, go for it and let nature run wild!" No sooner did she declare the availability did all five girls rush past her, nearly knocking her over in their haste. Only Kyoka had anything to say, "Five more seconds and I would have just gone for it where I was standing!" After that, once they had all disappeared out of sight, and Mina's ears were suddenly filled with all the rustling of clothes being practically ripped off, and soon enough, all replaced and drowned out by splashing water and sighing girls. Who the sighs belonged to was difficult to tell, with all the changes in pitch making it impossible to identify by voice alone. Still, while they stripped down, Mina needed to put her clothes back on, finding them right where she left them. Without any need to hold herself, slipping her panties back on was a lot quicker and easier, same with the skirt. Her feet needed some wiping off, but some lingering dirt wasn't going to ruin her black socks. And with her shoes back on, it was almost like she didn't just whiz on a rock. Aside from how immensely better she felt. Now she had nothing to do but wait, and sort of keep an eye out for any peeping Minetas. It was kind of difficult not to feel some of the second-hand embarrassment from the moans of her friends only a few feet away. She'd feel the second-hand relief too, if she wasn't still taken by her own first-hand relief. "Yeah, this was worth it." She had just done some serious good for her fellow heroes, in a time they'd never outwardly ask for help, and only had mildly soaked underwear to offset it. Whizzing seemed to take a lot less time when she wasn't the one doing it. The splashing of water lowered in intensity as everyone's bladder emptied, and they began struggling with a different problem. "Hey, anyone have any leaves near them," Kyoka asked. "None here," Tsuyu informed. "I don't have any either. Oh, are we not going to be able to wipe?" Toru sounded pretty scared about such a simple concern. "Relax, I'll make some toilet paper. And a bag to store them in, of course! We can't be littering!" Of course Momo was the one worried about that. Still, Mina thought it was a funny application of a Quirk. "That's the way, Momo! Use our Quirks for the toilet!" "Better than my bathroom Quirk incidents," Ochako lamented. "I used to accidentally make the roll of toilet paper float away when I tried to grab it when I was little. Oh, hand me the bag, I'll put my paper away." Things were pretty quiet for a little while following that, as the girls presumably dried themselves off and suitably cleaned themselves up. There was another round of clothing rustling, and the five exited their hiding place in close to single file. "Are you all good now," Mina asked. "No worries about an accident anymore?" "Last I checked, you were the one begging me to help you not wet yourself," Momo informed. "Well, it's all behind us now. We should probably get back to the group, before the boys come looking for us." "Yeah. Oh, I hope Deku didn't wet himself." Of course that's what Ochako was worried about. "He's probably fine," Kyoka comforted. "He's damn good at surprising us with his ability." Tsuyu put an arm around Ochako's shoulder. "I'm sure he's fine. Ribbit." Before they could even take a step, there was the sound of an explosion, followed shortly by a tree toppling over. The girls looked between each other in stunned silence, knowing what that meant. "Damn, the guys ran into trouble without us!" Kyoka ran off first, in the direction of the carnage. It didn't take long for the other five to hurry after her. True, none of them exactly wanted to get into a fight, but they didn't exactly want to leave their class alone in the danger. And, refreshed with empty bladders, there was no doubt they'd be a much greater asset to the cause. Mina in particular was looking forward to how much liquid she'd be spraying from her body this time, the much less private kind of liquid.

Captain L

 

female Creatinkle

Most high-school students were worried about tests, and the heroes in training at UA Hero Academy were no different. Most of Class 1-A had panicked about both the written and practical halves of the final, and while they had survived three days of the former, they still needed to prove themselves in a physical environment. Though, most were no longer worried, with the advance knowledge they'd be fighting robots similar to the entrance exam. However, there was one student much less confident than the rest, the student no one would have guessed: class representative Momo Yaoyorozu. After all, her Quirk was the ability to create anything she knew the chemical composition of, an ability that paired well with her intelligence. All in all, a large percentage of the class viewed her as an inspiration. The problem was those few like Bakugo and especially Todoroki, those that easily outclassed her skill and made her look weak in comparison. Ever since the Sports Festival, when Momo had lost her match without even scratching Tokoyami, while Todoroki wowed the audience with insane ice power, and got a fight with Midoriya that enamored everyone watching. Suddenly, the girl in the upper echelon of her class, who had gotten into this school through high recommendations, was now forgotten by all but Mineta, and that was the kind of attention she didn't want. She had the time to think about her insecurities, besides the bus ride all the way out to the facility, the class was currently waiting outside the Practical Examination field for too long. There were snippets of assorted small talk floating around, with a lot of comments about their performance on the written exam that Momo had given up her valuable time to study for, just to be a tutor. Yes, her pupils thanked her after it happened and that felt good, but she had been relegated to obscurity once more. Though right now, maybe having eyes off her was a good thing. “What's keeping the teachers,” she whispered to herself, gazing down at her lower body, with her legs fully exposed in her hero costume. With all the time being wasted, it gave a part down below time to fill up past the threshold where she'd notice. She wouldn't say it so boldly, but to put it simply, Momo needed to pee no insignificant amount. Groaning ever so slightly in pained response, she pressed her thighs closer to ease her discomfort. Unfortunately, despite being aware of the problem, there was little she could do. The city simulation was placed far away from the school grounds, so it wasn't possible to walk back and return without being gone a worryingly long time. Without any commodes way out here, and no place to hide until they got into the dangerous and active arena, that left her in a predicament without much chance for escape. No, you're not allowed to think like that, she reprimanded. Being from a well-to-do family, the personal standards she held herself to had always been strict, but nothing compared to her resolve now. As of late, her combat prowess had failed to impress, suddenly giving the impression she was slacking when that couldn't be further from the truth. Acting weak or incapable was no longer an option, absolutely everything she had worked for in her life would be for naught if she couldn't stand tall like a hero now. Finally, as she took a deep breath and steeled herself, Mr. Aizawa walked over in his usual lethargic fashion. “It's time for your practical exam. I assume you all know what it's going to be?” “Yeah,” Kaminari exclaimed, “fighting robots! Like the entrance exam!” Mina pumped her fist in matching excitement. “Not quite!” That definitely wasn't Aizawa's voice, as they soon confirmed when the tiny Principal Nezu popped out of the teacher's scarf. “We've decided, in light of recent events, it would be a more productive test of your skills to pit you in combat closer to the experience of facing a villain.” Kyoka rotated her hand to push the principal along. “Meaning?” “You'll be in teams of two, attempting to incapacitate or escape the teachers!” Immediately, the murmur of the class devolved into loud, enthusiastic shouting with peers mere feet away, just to be heard. Momo had to admit, that was an interesting development. That might be a good idea, it's a lot more practical training...if it wasn't so much harder. And in teams, against a teacher, that's a lot of witnesses should I...but I won't! Still, it's less than ideal... Busy considering all the implications this new test cast on her inadequate condition, Momo neglected the continuing instruction, the rest of the school's teachers arriving, she was only brought back to reality by her name. “Yaoyorozu!” Immediately, as if to compensate for all the time her focus was elsewhere, she stood at full, stiff attention, arms at her side and legs pressed together, something she would have done anyway. “Y-yes?” “You're with Todoroki, against me,” Aizawa explained. “You're up fourth.” In other words, not enough time to wander around and find a bathroom. Not unless I know exactly where it is. She had only visited this place a handful of times, never needing to relieve herself. But if she were to ask, that'd be akin to admitting defeat. I'll face it. Like an adult. Like a hero. Once again distracted, she only then noticed one person looking at her funny, it was bound to happen with Momo jiggling around like an impatient child. Her first action was to halt the bouncing she didn't even realize she was doing, with a yelp and a shift to full rigid stature. That's when she realized who it was, doubtlessly judging her: her partner, Shoto Todoroki. I don't know if I'll survive this test. --------------- Just as Momo had feared, her bladder's pain had not eased by the time her test had begun. She spent the entire preparation time just waiting around awkwardly and alone. She wasn't able to build up the courage to ask someone for directions to the girl's room, putting her in the painful situation where she now had no choice. She was trapped in the empty replica city that served as her testing grounds, and considering escape was one of the conditions for victory, it was guaranteed to be difficult. And she had no idea whether it was better or worse that she wasn't fighting alone. Yes, having anyone by her side would theoretically make it easier to either capture or escape Mr. Aizawa, especially someone as, frankly, overpowered as Todoroki, but it also came with the downside of another witness to a hypothetical accident, a negative looking more and more like inevitable reality. The only saving grace she had was distraction. It was more important now that she locate her teacher, for whatever plan the duo would execute. The real problem was, she had no idea what that plan would be. It doesn't matter. He'll come up with a better plan anyway. I only need to focus on...not wetting myself. I can't believe that's still a priority for me. She didn't need to think tactics, her partner was taking that lead as the two ducked into a back alley of the mock residential neighborhood, keeping a watch of the road ahead. “The deciding factor of this fight is going to be first strike. Keep creating small things, to confirm our Quirks haven't been erased, that way we'll know when Mr. Aizawa's near. If we find him, I'll distract him, you run. Until then, we both run for the exit.” The plan seemed sound, they'd be mostly helpless without their Quirks, and two mere students wouldn't stand a chance in a straight fight against their pro hero teacher. Still, there was something about it that seemed off, Momo had some concern about it. “H-hold on, I thiNGH-” She was interrupted by a ridiculously painful jolt of concentrated suffering, straight from her already-filled internal water balloon. Too bad she had already started a thought out loud, and piqued her partner's curiosity. “What were you saying?” The tortuous urge washed away after a second of agony, leaving a burning sensation in its wake, but it had come and gone without any leakage. “N-never mind, it's nothing.” Right, no point in telling him I'm being weak. He's the son of Endeavor, he's strong and ruthless, he wouldn't have any sympathy for my stupid problems. Todoroki looked over Momo head-to-feet, who attempted to look casual under the inspection, mentally pleading with him to get his eyes off her. Finally, he did so, and went back to looking in the direction they'd be dashing. “...alright, then. Just stay alert.” He ran off ahead, leaving his partner behind. Not that she minded at the moment, it gave her a quick second to reach her hand under her utility belt and pressed two fingers against the crotch of her red one-piece costume for that tiny bit of relief it provided. Once it wore off, she shuddered at losing the feeling, but still ran to Todoroki. Not only did she need to keep up with someone in perfectly fine physical condition, straining her weakened constitution enough already, but she needed to keep creating. Just small nesting dolls, but these were the most complicated she could manage given the circumstances, it was ebbing away at her concentration. There was a time limit on the test by default, but this was adding another, stricter restriction for her to keep track of. Mr. Aizawa needed to show himself soon so they could use their plan and get out, or else she'd be dripping and disgraced. Then again, would having an opponent to fight help at all? It would mean that either victory or loss was within grasp, but she'd be suddenly expected to pull her weight in a physical environment, something very strenuous and leak-inducing. With her attention already split between running, listening, and creating, the novice hero had to allocate just a tiny bit to introspection. There's no chance, I'm going to pee if I have to fight. But how would I get out of one? Of course, with all the buildings, walls, and other kinds of cover, the thought occurred to Momo to answer nature's call whilst hiding behind any of them. It'd be a lot easier getting away from Todoroki than it would with Aizawa, she'd only need a minute and the pain would be over. Just one minute behind cover and she could drain all these excruciating bodily fluids in a comfortable stream. A drop of wetness on her exposed cleavage alerted her to the fact that picturing that scenario was making her drool, snapping her back to reality, a place with consequences. She would run the risk of being caught, and that would be a gigantic, irreversible spot on her record, and it'd be mortifying regardless of punishment. Plus, while it was far back in her considerations, even if she wasn't seen, relieving herself out in public was not a hero thing to do. She needed it, no doubt about that, but it was hardly the acceptable solution. No...I refuse, she decided, after plenty of deliberation. It's just inappropriate and immoral! I won't lower myself to that level! Conveniently, she was forgetting the times she had previously done just that, the only reason she felt confident enough to consider it an option, but that didn't really matter. Point was, she was denying it now, there would be no bathroom visit for the junior hero. That would prove to be a challenge, because Momo absolutely would pee, incredibly soon. She could feel it, the way her innards were pulsing, stretching, she was guaranteed to lose it within the next few minutes. She wasn't stupid, she recognized and fully understood that. But what am I supposed to do? I need it! I need it so bad! Frantically, she looked around for some kind of hint to what she could do, and besides all the buildings further tempting her to do something indecent, all she had was Todoroki. Distraction! “You know...we both got into UA through recommendations, but you're so much more capable than me,” she admitted, slowly and hesitantly. “Why do you have to be so good?” After all, he was strong, perceptive, quick and not currently at the business end of a bathroom emergency. It felt like things had gone silent for her to make this step on her personal journey. Or maybe it wasn't just her. “What happened to the dolls you were making?” Momo hadn't noticed, but with the lack of wooden crashing against the pavement, she agreed something was wrong. Her creation, her one special talent, had halted. Instead of adding to her growing inferiority complex, however, she had a bad idea to what that meant. “He's h-” Even just the warning couldn't come fast enough, as a white ribbon shot down and ensnared his arms to his torso, a kind of attack that could come from their teacher, Eraserhead. While he would have liked to give more detailed commands, being pulled into the air, Todoroki could only reasonably order one word. “Run!” Momo only caught the briefest glimpse of Aizawa hanging from the pole before she turned tail and bolted. Just following orders? Not exactly, and she realized it, in a moment of lucidity. I'm scared. Why am I scared? This isn't some real-life villain fight where I could get hurt, I wasn't this afraid at USJ! It's just a test! She understood the stupidity of her actions, but still she ran. Though, perhaps something besides fear was fueling the mad dash. And I need to pee so freaking bad! I can't stand it anymore! Her true motivation behind gaining distance may very well have been purely to empty her bladder, now that the only two people to catch her were occupied elsewhere. The men's conversation grew fainter as Momo disappeared behind a faraway alley wall. “Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee,” she repeated, not bothering to keep quiet anymore with no one to hear. She couldn't even keep still, running in place and gripping the compartments on the front of her belt. She wasn't willing to grab between her legs, regardless of the desperation, there was hardly a point; without the capacity to create anything useful at the moment, she'd be spraying this concrete divider down soon enough. She faced the gray stone from six inches away and spread her feet apart, extending her right index and middle fingers as her hand reached down to pull the crotch of her costume aside. Still, even as she was preparing to relax her lower muscles, the fate of her partner stayed a firm second worry in her mind. Obviously, he wasn't dead or in mortal peril, but it was still bothering her enough to be noticeable amidst her searing need to urinate. I abandoned him. If this were a real fight, I'd have left him to die for my own needs! How can I call myself a hero with that kind of priority? I need to run back and help him, but... It was notable that, despite her constant reprimands, Momo had yet to reverse any action she had taken. It could not be overstated how badly she not only needed, but wanted to pee. She'd been denied that human need too long and had to answer it, yet she had deep-rooted integrity this would be breaking. There would only be one victor, her mind or her bladder. She looked between the direction she arrived from and the wall she was planning to drench multiple times, seriously needing to weigh her options, both had horrible downsides. She didn't even come to a clean verdict before her subconscious made the choice for her, she stopped her shameful potty dancing and stood firm. “No! If I falter now, I'll have proven I'm not cut out to be a hero! All the time I've spent, learning and training, all the support I've been given will have been for nothing! I won't give up! I will be a hero!” She had a new fire in her heart to rival Endeavor's flames, but the spirit wasn't strong enough to override all her pain. There was a hero's resolve on the inside, but from what was visible, she still looked terrified, which would at least serve as a cover should she piss her pants. But she wouldn't run away this time, she was heading back into the eye of the storm. She wasn't able to make it far in the first place, however, so the sprint took almost no time. I only made it that far? I would have been heard if I decided to go! “Todoroki!” Upon hearing Momo's voice, Todoroki looked up, or down in his incapacitated hanging position. “Yaoyorozu! I'm sorry for being so controlling! You had something you were trying to say earlier, didn't you? I'm listening now! I trust your judgment!” That was the last thing Momo was expecting to hear. Todoroki, possibly the class's most promising student, was delegating responsibility to weak little her. It would be a swift resolution to her self-doubt, if she wasn't more preoccupied with a different matter entirely. Hurrying for her own sake, she swept away the caltrops laid beneath her partner's dangling body and untied the scarf binding him. He dropped, landing perfectly on his feet, ready to roll. Unfortunately, the last of Momo's strength gave out, and she could feel her bladder crack. “I'm sorry, but I can't right now,” she admitted, going all-in on grabbing her privates. That was the last thing Todoroki was expecting to see. He looked over Momo, looking totally ready to burst, grimacing and bouncing. However, his only response was an exasperated sigh. “Out of time?” Her muscles stiffened to prevent an unintentional accident, it took real effort for her to even nod in agreement, but she managed. “Fine, I think we've got a minute before Mr. Aizawa catches wise. You better hurry.” He gestured to the wall surrounding the closest house, making a point to turn around and not look in that direction. Momo did not need to be told twice. It no longer mattered that Todoroki was so close, or that their teacher could come across them at any moment, she'd be peeing in a minute whether she wanted to or not, better to not sully her costume. With no sense of shame or modesty, she bolted to the partition, and quickly entered the same position she assumed while getting ready to relieve herself before. Except this time, she waited for nothing, she quickly pulled her costume crotch aside and exposed her girlhood, spreading it between her fingers and pulling it upwards for aiming. Much like its master, Momo's bladder was not going to wait. It had stayed strong all this time without even the slightest leak, and now that it was given permission to let loose, it did so with gusto. With force that could impress anyone, her off-yellow stream gushed out and crashed into the wall less than an inch below her hips, emanating a slamming, echoing roar and a pungent odor. In seconds, a triangle with her impact point as the top point spread down to the sidewalk, flooding in all directions once it hit flat ground, encircling her boots in no time. Ordinarily, this would be the worst thing that could happen to Momo. She was in the middle of a very violent, private activity, exposing her most private parts, in an incredibly not-private location with someone else feet away just to ensure she could never keep it secret. However, all the negative implications were the farthest things from her mind, all she could do now was bask in the release. There was no more accurate word to describe it than “amazing”, she shivered, her chest heaved under heavy breaths, and she let out a staggered, high-pitched moan, all interrupted by the most coherent words she could form. “Hngh...nngh...mmpf...ahhhhhhhh...” Eventually, the feeling of relief dampened, it was no longer enough to overtake the rest of her thoughts closing in on a minute after starting. She was once again in the real world, able to recognize everything wrong with what she was doing, far beyond public urination being illegal. Yet, somehow, she still didn't mind. Sometimes, a girl just needed to pee. It also helped that she trusted Todoroki to not say anything, everything she'd seen of him convinced her that he'd help if need be. Finally, after possibly longer than ever before, Momo couldn't keep up the torrent at its current force. It didn't end yet, she was still able to continue at a rate more common for an average bathroom visit, but eventually even that had to stop. “Ugh...I did it...too close.” The puddle continued to spread outwards from origin, but its creator let her costume snap back to proper coverage, and let out one final sigh. Fear of discovery, and some amount of shame, kept her from looking at her mess, and she instead pivoted and quickly walked away. “T-thanks for the s-support,” she stuttered, not wanting to look Todoroki in the eye. He got the message anyway, and joined her in leaving the scene of the crime. “No problem. Anything else bothering you now?” “I think I'm good. And I've got a plan to win, too.” It was a miracle she didn't forget their actual goal in everything else she had to suffer through. She was confident, prepared, and ready to fight. --------------- Momo was in a good mood. She didn't have to overtly embarrass herself, grown as a person, and had passed her final to boot. She was walking proudly to the room where her classmates, whether they had taken their test or not, were waiting. The door slid open, and she saw half the class watching a large screen on the wall, along with Recovery Girl running the system. With the sound of her entrance, it was only a second before everyone noticed her appearance, but there were no congratulations. Instead, she saw their faces either drain of color or turn red, and none of them could look at her. “What's with the cold welcome,” she asked. None of them replied, besides looking between each other for prodding and guidance, until Midoriya finally broke the silence. “U-uh, w-well...” It didn't answer anything, but he raised a shaking hand, pointing at the screen, prompting Momo to look. It was displaying various video feeds of Ochako and Aoyama, in their fight against Thirteen. Nothing about it offered any insight to her peers' attitude. Wait...video feeds?! She wasn't in here prior to her test, she had no idea they were being so closely monitored. Clearly, there were a lot of cameras, most definitely in every examination ground. Her jaw hung agape at the horrifying implication, and she bolted to Izuku, grabbing him by the collar and clearly making him uncomfortable with the proximity. “How much did you see?!” “I-I mean, not everything, but...enough?” Trembling, Momo dropped him, pupils shrinking and various unformed chokes emanating from her hanging mouth. They saw me pee. All of them did. And...that wasn't the only time I exposed myself! Did they see that too?! They saw me pee and they saw my breasts. She couldn't defend herself, only jump to the verge of crying and run out with her face buried in her palms, crashing into Iida on the way out, not even that was enough to make her stop. She might have been brave, but having to come to terms with this...that was too much for anyone.

Captain L

 

female Frop-pee

At least Toru's return to the classroom was calm. She had gotten cleaned off, her uniform returned to her, and she sat at her desk before lunch break was over. And no one (besides Mt. Lady who had no reason to tell) saw her accident, so she had basically gotten away with it. The invisible girl looked at the other girls who made it back before her, and the ones that met her eye all returned a gaze of disappointment. Perfectly clear that none of them found anything, and Toru was not about to reveal what she encountered. She didn't have to, because the PA system engaged, and Principal Nezu's voice crackled through the speaker. “Hello, students! As a warning, we've run into the nefarious intruder again, and he's escaped our clutches once more. However, we'll capture him soon enough, he won't evade us for long, not so long as he...” His announcement was cut off, before he started on a long diatribe that would run into class time. Good thing the principal finished then, because mere seconds after the silence set in, the door into the room burst open, the only way All Might knew how to enter, even when he was just a teacher. “Hello, students! You don't need to fear the villain that's found their way onto the grounds, because we're doing a field exercise today! Get into your costumes and come to the training grounds!” And just as quickly as he entered, he left with the same flair for the dramatic. There was a certain excitement among the students, hands-on instruction was always more fun and to their interests, but there were no bathrooms out there. It meant they couldn't be attacked, but worst comes to worst, it's just as bad a struggle. --------------- Class 1-A was gathered before the gates to the school's training grounds, a fake city meant to simulate urban villain battles to the students, listening to All Might's instructions. “Your objective this time, heroes, is to locate a set of villain dummies placed somewhere on the grounds. There are subtle clues to their location, you will need to work together and confer with each other. This is a full class exercise, the logistics will be up to your discretion. You have an hour, you'll be graded based on time and teamwork, so go now!” The doors opened, and each of the students rushed in, some more energetic and stable than others. On the lower end of that scale was Tsuyu Asui. No one noticed, she was part frog and therefore moved somewhat uncannily all the time, but it wasn't due to her Quirk this time. Like many before her, Tsuyu was really feeling the painful effects of a full bladder. It hadn't been so bad earlier, only a mild discomfort during Ochako's “performance”, it was the hunt to free the bathrooms during lunch that awakened her need to worrying levels. The only comfort Tsuyu had was the population density of her location. The training grounds were the size of a business district with only a handful above a dozen people in it, she certainly had space for privacy. What she would do with it, she didn't know yet, but it was the security she could do something if worst came to worst. As expected, class reps Tenya Iida and Momo Yaoyorozu led the pack, delegating tasks to the other students. Essentially, the plan was to pair off and each take a certain region. In approximately 15 minutes, they'd all return to a rendezvous point and collaborate with anything they've found. Some of the pairs were standard, Izuku and Ochako, Bakugo and Kirishima, it was the team of Tsuyu and Todoroki that seemed unusual. They both respected each other as peers, but there wasn't anything friendly between them. Without Tsuyu even noticing (to be fair, she was distracted), everyone else ran off and she didn't even know where to. “Todoroki, where did everyone go?” “Were you paying attention, Asui,” he coldly questioned, basically agiven considering his Fire and Ice Quirk, and he only used the ice half. “Call me Tsu,” she interrupted. “...okay, Tsu.” Todoroki was clearly uncomfortable with the informal nickname, but he kept going. “They all split up in different directions, but it doesn't look like anyone went this way.” He pointed down a street, indistinguishable from any other road. Tsuyu looked down the path she was being directed towards, looking it over with her trademark blank stare, before quietly walking that way. “Then we should do that.” “Are you okay,” Todoroki asked. “You seem to have less energy than usual.” He noticed. It's not that easy to hide this, is it? “I'm not that energetic, actually.” That was all she had to say, and Todoroki dropped the subject while following her lead. Things were quiet, so Tsuyu had the focus to worry about her basically full bladder. Wasn't the first time she had to hold urine, never is for teenagers, but it was most certainly the first time it was a concern in her costume. It was one piece of full-body attire, which meant she couldn't simply remove necessary items if it became an emergency. “Hold it,” her partner ordered. Already am. “You see that over there?” He pointed at an alleyway between two nearby buildings, partially hidden in shadow. While her mental processes weren't firing at full cylinder, Tsuyu couldn't tell what he was referring to, not even a clue. All she could think about was how much she'd like to duck into that alley and come back relieved a few minutes later. “I don't know what you're talking about.” He held his left arm, rapidly being encased in ice, out to the alcove. The temperature of the air began decreasing rapidly, a little disconcerting to a partial amphibian, and the area they were focused on started to frost over. That's when it became more clear, footprints shown in the thin ice shards. Ah, the residual heat from the person who stepped here melted the ice around it. “Did any of the other students come this way?” “Doubtful. Which means these tracks come from whoever set up the clues for us to find. We follow them, and we'll find their trail.” Tsuyu was suitably impressed. “So why aren't you studying to become a detective instead of a superhero?” “Well, Fire & Ice is pretty situational for investigative purposes. Besides, it's important to be a good detective while being a hero. Understand?” “Ribbit,” she responded in her usual verbal tic, but context clues revealed she got the picture. Also, at that moment, she was hit with a terrible wave of piercing desperation. Without even a squeak of a sound, she closed her legs together tightly, with the hopes of her need not going any further than that. Bad. Very bad. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold, if this keeps up. Now the question was how she was going to take care of it. It couldn't be possible to wait much longer, what could she do in the confines of the training grounds? And with a partner she needed to separate from, no less. There were alleyways, trees, bushes, options for proper modesty, if she could just get away for a minute or two. “Hm? Something bothering you, Tsu?” Well...I couldn't hide it from him forever, I suppose. She didn't say anything, but she did find herself placing her white-gloved hands between her legs, grabbing tightly, pulling on the little looseness in her costume. Her knees buckled and she bounced on her heels, unintentionally croaking as a grunt of distress. Todoroki caught on, which made his face turn red and blended color perfectly with the burn scar over his eye. “Very well, what are you planning?” “Not really sure. I don't know where the most private place around here is.” Tsuyu did not have much of a mental filter, almost as if she was an actual frog turned human. The elemental boy looked around, observing each of the...potential spots for Tsuyu, but deduced that each was very open to another student that could happen upon them, and the faint sounds of not so distant footsteps meant they very well could. So he had to find something he could do for her, as a hero would. Not to mention, he had to consider her condition, that was the important part. She was doing her best to not show any discomfort, but he could tell she probably didn't have much time, or the ability to cover much distance. Something covering, but close. That's when he noticed, the second floor of the building they found the clue on had a window ajar. That had to mean something in this hunt, and if he could get Tsuyu inside, she'd have all the privacy she'd need. They wouldn't have a proper toilet or plumbing, but at least there'd be four walls. “Tsu, look at that window up there. Do you think you can make it up there?” Tsuyu tilted her head upwards, and noticed the window as well. But it was far up, and frogs can't climb walls. “I can jump that high, but I wouldn't be able to open the window in the air.” And I might not be able to handle a jump like that. Wordlessly, Todoroki extended his left arm, and an ice ramp formed up to the window. “There you are. You should be okay indoors.” He held his hands out, gesturing for ladies first. Tsuyu stood straight, placing her hands to her side, attempting to look more like a dignified hero. “That's considerate, but...I think it might be too late.” Just as she said it, Todoroki noticed something happening on the crotch of her costume, not that he was looking prior to that. Most of the fabric on her legs was black, taking on the appearance of very tall boots, but the color turned green halfway up her thighs, which carried onto the rest of the attire. And that spot of green was starting to turn darker, a large circle at the apex dividing into small rivulets going down her thighs until blending into the dark colors. Surprisingly, Tsuyu didn't look all that concerned. Todoroki honestly had never seen her with any facial expression other than the wide-eyed, blank stare she had now, he didn't know if she could make another face, but he expected her to look a little more worried while starting to wet herself. Well, he didn't have an answer to that question, but something else was entirely clear; she wouldn't last much longer, and she wasn't doing anything (if she even could), so it was his duty to assist. With a cool and level head, a solution came quickly, before Tsuyu could completely lose control. Not a moment wasted, Todoroki grabbed both of Tsuyu's shoulders, gently as he could, dropping her directly beneath the open window and the ice plank up to it. “I'll be back for you in a couple minutes,” he instructed, simultaneously forming two more ice walls to connect to the edges of the sleet above, effectively trapping Tsuyu inside. She heard her partner run overhead, and the click of him entering the window. In near total isolation, she could appreciate Todoroki's work. The ice he created, while usually imperfect, was entirely cloudy and jagged, it wasn't even slightly transparent. Perfect for her current needs, so she reached behind her neck, the only zipper to remove her costume, hiding behind her long hair. Her gloves were large, much bigger than her hands, so the mandatory precise grip to catch the zipper was a struggle in a fight she was already at a disadvantage in. Even while trying her best to undress, she couldn't keep her bladder at bay any longer, more pee leaking out by the second. Though she remained heavily aquatic, she liked the feeling of water on her skin, so her costume wasn't waterproof, and she could feel the warmth of her urine, almost hot in the chilly air surrounding her. “I don't think I can make this,” the frog girl decided, having made no progress on her costume and starting to feel the reduction of pressure in her abdomen, those successive spurts could stay little leaks for so long. The low temperature was not at all helping her control, so with a lack of time to spare... “Ribbit, it's not worth it anymore.” She squatted down like she was preparing for a hop, not slipping on the thin layer of ice thanks to her full-toed boots and flexible heels, and not only let go of the hold she still had, but actively started to force pee out. That was all it took, power behind her stream let it shoot straight through the costume, not spread across the fabric, pouring into a large and growing puddle beneath her body. The sharp difference in temperature caused the pee to steam upon hitting the ground, quickly melting the frost and making a smell apparent in the closed environment. She could almost taste it with her tongue hanging out, a common habit of hers but now caused by the relief. Despite the unexceptional conditions, Tsuyu couldn't help but feel satisfied. Was she peeing in the training ground, sure. Could she not make it, not really. Did she have to wet her costume, yeah. But looking at it all in perspective, she didn't do that bad. She had been given a hidden spot, her costume was kind of okay, and most importantly, she got the chance to pee at all without making a scene like Ochako had to suffer through. She had been waiting for this for too long, even if she didn't let it show. The amphibian certainly had to wait before she could feel fully refreshed, she had more than enough to give, which gave her the opportunity to listen for anything outside the enclosure. And it didn't take long for something to happen, footsteps increasing in volume, sliding to a close next to the ramp. “Looks like Todoroki beat us here,” a voice Tsuyu identified as Bakugo complained. “Well, let's see if he found anything,” Kirishima responded, and two sets of running emanated crossing the ramp above. The whole structure was thick and solid enough there was no threat of anything crashing down on her. Thank Todoroki for that. Things went quiet again, she couldn't even hear anyone inside the building. Not much time to reflect on that, because the loud crashing of urine finally started to die down, fading down to a tinkle before halting completely. Tsuyu let out a little breath of refreshment, and looked at her “work.” The puddle, while very golden in color, did not have a very impressive diameter, as expected from the smallest girl in class. Ochako probably beat her in capacity, though perhaps her accident just looked worse in the classroom. At least her clothing was spared more than her friend's, just the crotch, thighs, and bottom of her butt were visibly off-color. She didn't even mind the feeling of wet costume against her sensitive spots (no underwear was standard for skin-tight female costumes), she liked warm water. Before she could reflect too hard, the ice began dissipating, not melting, from the top, and standing directly in front of her as the barrier disappeared was Todoroki. “Are you alright now,” he asked. “Ribbit,” Tsuyu nodded. “Thanks for the help.” “We're heroes. It's our job to help not only civilians, but fellow guardians of justice.” He waved his ice hand, and the puddle froze over, with excess distance. “There, no one will notice now.” “If you could also cover me a little. Someone would put the pieces together if they saw my costume a little wet.” “Alright, sure.” He was in this deep as an accomplice, a little more assistance would be the appropriate thing to do. The pair started to walk away from the scene of the “crime”, until the PA System also installed in the training grounds sparked into life. “Attention, all UA students,” Principal Nezu announced. “I'm happy to share that we've caught the intruding villain at last. As such, all restrooms are open again. Thank you for bearing with us as we sorted this out.” The message ended, probably cut off before the principal could ramble. Todoroki and Tsuyu looked each other in the eye, not that the elemental boy could ever out-stare frog girl, neither wanting to be the first to say something about the bad timing. Once the silence had become awkward, Tsuyu spoke up. “They took a little too long. Ribbit.”

Captain L

 

female Urine-visible

Lunchtime had come, and Ochako rejoined her classmates in the cafeteria. “Don't worry about it,” Recovery Girl told her, “you aren't the first one who's come in needing a new uniform.” The replacement was a little small, but it was clean and dry, though she wasn't comfortable wearing panties that weren't hers. But she'd have to live with it until the day ended, so she grabbed food and looked for an empty seat. Normally, she'd sit with Deku, but he'd become quite the popular student recently, so all the spots at his table were taken by the time she arrived. She was also still embarrassed about peeing herself next to him, so she instead seated herself with some of the other girls of her class. Usually, lunch was a perfect opportunity for the students to have their personal conversations, but this table was quiet as a vacuum, each of the girls silently eating their food. She didn't have to be told, Ochako could tell all of them were suffering from the lingering awkwardness of her earlier accident. But they weren't even talking to each other, it was pure emptiness, which made the zero gravity girl curious. Maybe they're too distracted needing to use the bathroom. She intended to leave them to it if that was the case, but she couldn't contain herself (clearly) for long. “So...how are you girls dealing with...you know.” “Don't use the bathroom at school,” Kyoka Jiro answered. “I avoid public bathrooms.” Ochako rolled her eyes, like that recommendation had been an option. “You're a lucky one,” Momo Yaoyorozu replied. “Not really a choice for some of us.” That was surprising, Momo was the largest girl in the class, was her bladder capacity less than ideal too? “So what did you do,” Ochako asked. Momo was not a very shy girl, they knew that when she wore the most revealing costume in the class (except for Toru's, on technicality), but it was still a surprise when she answered the inquiry with no sense of shame. “Make an empty bottle, a longer skirt, and a note asking Kyoka for some noise to cover it up.” Her power was inanimate creation, Kyoka could amplify her heartbeat, it was a solid plan. But all Ochako could think about was Momo sitting in her chair, filling a bottle while the surrounding students were none the wiser. Her face started turning a red brighter than before, until she shook her head to clear it away, attempting to force that thought away with a confusing bit of Momo's process. “I don't remember hearing Kyoka's heartbeat during class.” “You were pretty distracted at the time,” Tsuyu Asui straightforwardly answered, not like she had to say any more. “I don't know what's taking the pro heroes so long to catch the villain,” Momo complained. “We've got enough pro heroes to take on the League of Villains, some bathroom pervert who knocks his rocks off to girls pissing shouldn't be a problem.” “I imagine they're not utilizing all the heroes on a small criminal like this,” Tsuyu hypothesized. “Then isn't it our job,” Ochako asked, that heroic bravery in her voice. “We can at least help while we're still on lunch break, do what we can and get back to class on time!” She twiddled her fingers in silence, before continuing, more reserved than before. “I don't want anyone else to have to go through what I did.” A classic hero motivation, even if the subject was less inspiring. Momo, Kyoka, and Tsuyu looked between each other, considering the offer, Kyoka answering first. “I wasn't really hungry anyway.” She picked up her half-eaten tray of food, stood and walked halfway to the trash before turning back to her table. “We only have so much time, you know.” Each of the other girls stood with her. “I'll see if Toru and Mina want to join us,” Ochako stated, wandering off to find the remaining two girls of Class 1-A. --------------- Toru Hagakure, still a little hungry, was walking through the empty halls of U.A. High School with the ensemble of first year female heroes. The students were at lunch, the heroes were looking for the intruder, leaving them the security to quietly carry out their operation, vice class rep Momo naturally taking the lead. “Here's how it's going to go, we're not supposed to interfere, so we need to be stealthy. There's a lot of bathrooms in this school, we split up and search the ones not being investigated. Keep track of time, get back to class before it starts.” Despite this being a equal group effort, Tsuyu still raised her hand to ask a question. “If we can get into the bathroom, how do we flush the villain out,” she inquired, oblivious to her own pun. “I can make something to send through the plumbing, and Kyoka can vibrate the water. The rest of you...point taken. Alright, we split into two teams, take a wing each, and come to us if you've got a lead. Choose your teams.” Momo seemed to be the popular choice, so Toru was going to join Kyoka, until Momo stopped her. “Toru, you go solo. Use your invisibility to sneak into the more guarded bathrooms. You find something, I'll be in the west wing of the school.” “What do I do with my uniform?” Toru's Quirk made her body invisible at all times, but the power didn't extend to her clothing. If she wanted to be fully undetected... “There's a supply closet over there, hope your clothes won't be discovered. Alright teams, let's go!” Every other girl ran off deeper into the building, so Toru was alone. Still, she checked for anyone that could see her before stripping out of her uniform. It was a learned response, even if she was invisible, she didn't want anyone to see her undress. Plus, it didn't matter if they could see her in them, she didn't want anyone to see her underwear. After dropping all her clothes onto the floor, she picked them up and carefully folded them into a neat pile like a clothing store, placing her panties in the center of the stack, out of sight. Slowly to muffle her sound, she opened the closet door and slid her uniform onto one of the shelves, next to some cleaning bottles. Now, she was completely invisible, without even boots or gloves like she wore for her costume. “Well...at least I don't have anything to wet now,” she whispered. Truthfully, she had ulterior motives for helping with this plan. At the moment, Toru had to pee really bad, she wasn't sure how she would manage much longer, and Ochako's in-class accident did not help matters. With the excuse that she was helping the hunt, she could sneak into a bathroom and relieve herself. And if she couldn't...well, the mess would only be on the floor. All her fellow students went towards the west side, so she trod eastward, just to spread out the search. And to ensure she didn't run into her teammates. The closest girl's room in this direction was on the same floor, down a few hallways, so she hurried through the corridors, her right hand secretly holding her crotch. As she was approaching the bathrooms, she could hear conversation around the corner, so she pressed her back against the wall right next to the bend, not that she needed to, just what she learned from stealth training. “Do you think the trespasser is still on the grounds,” one of the voices asked, which Toru identified as Present Mic. “We haven't given them anything to see for hours, he probably gave up and left.” “Or perhaps he's just waiting for us to lower our guard,” Principal Nezu suggested. “Better safe than sorry. We should continue the search, at least until the day's end.” Toru heard them start walking, away but that didn't matter to her, leaving this particular restroom open. She wasted absolutely no time rushing in, still holding herself. If she was visible (and clothed), she'd be a sorry sight and probably too much for anyone else as full as her. Carefully holding the door behind her to shut quietly because slamming would echo far in the silence, Toru looked over the completely empty bathroom and blessed her luck. Amidst the chaos, she had made it to a bathroom just fine, though it was pretty close. She had moved up to desperation dancing, both hands between her legs as she stepped repeatedly, barefoot on the cold tile floor. She needed to hurry into one of the stalls, and that's what she did, closing the door with the same finesse as before. Normally, this would be the worst part to any girl about to pee themselves. Standing right in front of the toilet, the temptation to go so pressing with clothes still needing to be removed. But for the nude Toru, this couldn't be easier. In one motion, she pivoted to face away from the bowl and dropped onto the seat, now with little regard for sound. It wasn't difficult to get Toru to loosen her bladder. She had barely sat down, in the midst of wincing with her butt on the ring, as the loud splashing began. To an onlooker, a steady stream of light golden urine just started in the center of the toilet seat, only falling a slight distance before hitting the still water, tainting the clear water yellow. And it was loud, this was sure to echo, but she couldn't do much to stop this one. She didn't want to, letting loose with a long-held pee was so satisfying. She didn't have to go anywhere near as bad as Ochako, but the fact that she snuck into an off-limits bathroom spoke volumes for the volume she was done containing. She sighed in that broken, breathy way, and shivered as a chill of satisfaction slid down her spine. The sound of water seemed to be the trigger, because the splashing sound beneath her changed pitch. Her heart skipped a beat as fear gripped her, though it couldn't do anything to stop her peeing. Shaking and slowly, she looked down, getting a clear look through her legs to examine the bowl. The water looked to be the right consistency and color, but the liquid was curving upwards, arcing out from the rest, up to the invisible girl. Somewhere, Toru realized this was the villain the school had been on alert for, that she had found them. The correct response would be to calmly stop peeing and alert someone more capable. She screamed, jumped off the toilet into standing and ran out of the stall, entirely unable to stop her bladder draining, leaving a path of golden drops to her location. Toru watched the stall as the door's momentum from charging out closed it shut, the short time frame it was open not allowing her to get another look at the pervert. She had escaped to safety, but it wasn't enough to stop her. She had held her bladder for too long, letting it go felt too good, she just couldn't stop now. Rivulets of relief spiraled down her invisible legs, making a puddle that spread through the gaps between the tiles. She tried to stop it with force, hands clenching the source of the flow, but it wasn't helping, merely pooling in her palms before falling through her fingers. It was truly a sight like no other. Her cry of terror had evidently not gone unnoticed, because some burst into the room while she was still frozen in fear and shame, but still she looked at the new addition. Honestly, Toru didn't recognize her at first, not in costume and normal sized, but the rest of her features gave away she was the pro hero Mt. Lady. She first seemed surprised at the pee coming from empty air, but it dawned on her a second later. “You're that invisible girl from 1-A, right?” “Y-yes...” Mt. Lady correctly checked the nearest stall and looked into the toilet. She studied it carefully for a couple seconds, when her head fell and she flushed. Toru could tell what happened, and she felt the need to apologize. “Sorry...I guess he escaped.” Her bladder finally emptied, a few more drops running down her legs. “Damn, then we just missed him.” She didn't even reprimand Toru, like she already understood what led her to this. “I guess you're supposed to go to the nurse's office. And shouldn't you have a uniform?” “Uh...I put it in a closet near the cafeteria. If you don't have a lead...could you please bring it to the nurse's office?” She probably would have placed a hand on Toru's shoulder, if she knew where it was. “Sure. Just, please leave this to professionals when we ask you to. I understand you kids got lucky at the USJ, but it's important to understand your limits. I imagine you don't want a repeat of this.” She grabbed a handful of paper towels and held them in the vague vicinity in front of Toru, for her to grab and wipe herself down with. There was nothing more to say, Toru slowly walked out, plenty embarrassed but staying quiet about it. At least she was mostly dry. She opened the door out, ready to leave when Mt. Lady called out to her, “Hold on. I just want to say, joining this fight was wrong, but you had the right attitude. Even if I suspect you may not have joined for solely altruistic motivations.” She gave an understanding smirk, giving Toru a tiny bit of happiness on her trudge to the nurse's office.

Captain L

 

female Zero Gravi-pee

U.A. High School was the world's premiere school for heroes in training, a huge collection of teenagers with Quirks and a handful of pro heroes. With so many potential powerhouses under one roof, this place should be under constant threat of villain attacks taking the preemptive of snuffing out possible future threats. But U.A. had the best security in Japan, and heroes like All Might that could defeat any trespassers. The school grounds were the safest place for budding champions of justice to learn. However, it wasn't an impenetrable fortress, every once in a while something would sneak in that had to be dealt with. That's what had happened just as class began in the morning, a Threat Level Wolf report of a villain with the Quirk to turn itself into water. It appeared that it snuck in through the plumbing system, and while it hadn't assaulted a student yet, it did make its presence known in the women's restroom while an upperclassman was in there. It still hadn't been determined whether it was a genuine threat or just a pervert putting their abilities to the test, so classes hadn't been cancelled. It wasn't like the invasion had no effect, though. As a precaution, the school's bathrooms were closed to not give the creep the opportunity. So, for as long as it took for the pros to flush them out, the students had to hold it. “It's good training, you won't always have a chance to use the bathroom in the field,” the teachers said. Those were the unfortunate events that led to Ochako Uraraka being quietly desperate in Mr. Aizawa's general studies class. She was doing her absolute best to not make it known, because then she'd have the bad kind of attention on her. Instead, she tried to focus on Mr. Aizawa's droning, monotone voice lecturing about world history, her notes looking more like a kindergartner's handwriting now. What's taking the staff so long to catch the villain? No one in Class 1-A had seen it, granted, but they were under the assumption it shouldn't be a hard-won victory, not after over 4 hours. It's not like it was a dangerous attack like the League of Villains, it shouldn't be taking this long. Hurry please, I need to pee. All the musing was at least happening in her head, she wasn't muttering it all out loud like Deku. Her attention already split, Ochako halved her focus even further by looking at her classmates. All of them were studiously watching the teacher and taking the same amount of notes they would any other day. How are all of them okay? She didn't expect all of them to be obvious, she couldn't even imagine someone like Bakugo acting like that, but at least someone else would make her feel better about her predicament. “Is my bladder really that small?” “Did you say something, Uraraka?” Deku sat next to Ochako, so when she accidentally said her thoughts, it was caught. Deku was her friend, but admitting this was probably too much. Or maybe she could ask him something subtly and not out herself. “Doesn't look like anyone's having trouble with that whole off-limits bathroom thing.” “I don't know about everyone else, but I stopped using school bathrooms years ago. Kacchan always beat me up there, where the teachers couldn't see. Why?” In a split-second, Ochako's face blushed a brighter red than Kirishima's hair. “N-n-n-n-no,” she whisper-yelled. “I was just remarking on it, it has nothing to do with me!” Right as she was in the middle of (badly) defending herself, a white ribbon flew by both of their faces, stopping both of them dead and bringing everyone's attention to them. It came from Mr. Aizawa's combat scarf, guaranteed to shut a student up. “Is your conversation interesting, Mr. Midoriya and Ms. Uraraka?” His dull yet menacing voice was enough to get them both to clam up, sit straight and face forward. Which meant Ochako was back to holding alone. Her ability to pay attention to the class was still lacking, so she instead contemplated what Deku said. I guess it's not unusual that some of them didn't use the bathroom here anyway. Why can't I be one of them? She hadn't compared before, but she had always known her capacity was pretty lackluster. Just not that it was this much lower than average. How am I supposed to do this? Even with her bladder throbbing, she found reason to remain optimistic. It's not like a hero to give up. They keep fighting even when it seems hopeless, sometimes that's the only way to win! She didn't have as huge a hero obsession as Deku, but she still greatly admired their feats and wished to be like them. The pro heroes will do their jobs and save everyone else, it's my duty to trust in them. It was nice to have that kind of confidence, but it didn't change the fact that she really needed to pee now, with no relief in sight. She couldn't move much, so she settled for putting her right thigh over her left, slight rubs to lower pressure. She could only hope it would do enough, for...how much longer is this class? She checked the clock above the board at the front of the room to see the time until lunch break. Half an hour?! Oh... That didn't look good. For now, she looked okay from an outside perspective, aside from those shaking legs that could be attributed to cold. She was in a short skirt, after all, leggings would only do so much to mitigate that. Inside, it was a whole different story. Her bladder was pressing hard against everything around it, trying with all its might to break the dams down and release its contents. Time passed, and Ochako was starting to feel hot. It couldn't just be because the already warm urine was forced to stay inside a hot human body and increase its temperature, it just took so much energy to push her bladder muscles that far. Her face was turning pink and sweat was forming on her forehead, but she still had that weird chill under her skin, like she had a fever. What felt like her kidneys were hurting with an outward pressure. This can't be healthy, she worried. If I keep this up, I could be in serious danger. But heroes were supposed to confront that with a smile, right? They were gifted with abilities and drive above most, the skill to face pain. But that was the worst thing to Ochako, the helplessness. She could take the gravity from anything she touched, it could be a really cool Quirk. But even ignoring the concentration she couldn't spare it took to use, it was entirely useless now. True, she wasn't thinking at a hundred percent, but she couldn't think of any possible application it could have to help her. What was a hero who couldn't use their Quirk supposed to do in the face of peril? What did Deku do? He had been improving, but his Quirk still broke his bones when he used it, and he still managed to stand proud and be a hero. He's the purest example of the attitude a hero should have. So I can't give up now! I just can't! An intense wave of striking desperation from her probably overfilled bladder struck her like a Texas Smash, forcing her to press her thighs together harder, limiting blood flow to her legs. She had to close her eyes for that extra push against her own organ, but she could feel herself overcoming that spike, the urge would pass soon. “Uraraka? Are you alright?” It seemed so far away, like a voice piercing between worlds, but that whisper was actually Deku, less than a meter to her right. Ochako couldn't see herself, but she was really a pitiful sight. Everyone in the class could see how violently she was pushing her thighs against each other, rocking in her hard chair, eyes shut as tight as possible, and she even let out a little squeak every once in a while. It was so painfully obvious how bad she needed to pee, it was a miracle her hands weren't grabbing her crotch with all her strength. She hadn't opened her eyes yet, but she could feel the judging gazes of every other student, she had to be the only one in this bad a state. Suddenly, the odds stacked against her overtook her ability, keeping hold was no longer possible. The silent classroom was now echoing with splashing as a puddle grew in Ochako's seat, soaking the rear of the school standard gray skirt, turning in near-black as the excess fell off the sides of the chair into a second collection on the floor. Small rivulets found their way down her legs too, tracing lines in her leggings down to her socks. She wasn't making a sound, but one word was repeating endlessly: failure. While everyone else had been doing just fine in spite of the circumstances, she was the lone hero that wet herself. She had proven, in the most embarrassing way possible, her lower than average capacity and strength. That made her less of an asset in the field, if she had to pee, she wouldn't be able to fight or stay in the battle for long without having an accident. How bad would it show on her skintight superhero costume? While urine was still pouring out of her, Ochako was paralyzed, her only motions being shaking and shivering. She sat there as everyone stared for a minute, until she finished and the room went dead silent, like Thirteen's black hole absorbed all the sound. At any other school, she'd be laughed at and mocked before she'd have the time to fully let go. Maybe at a school for heroes, those that want to protect those in need, the kids would be more understanding? Ochako wasn't staying to find out. She bolted upright, palms slamming on the desk like she was pissed instead of just her clothes. “I'll be in the nurse's office,” she choked out before anyone else could have the first word. She walked out stiffly, eyes all still on her, out the door and into the empty hallway, dripping the whole way. Finally alone, she allowed herself to start crying, but started the uncomfortable (emotionally and physically) walk of shame to the nurse's office.

Captain L