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female The DP Game - 13 (End)


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No. This was clearly just your bladder twisting your way of thinking. If you, Siren, Rocker and Orca got out, you could all get help from outside and save Nemean and Simon. You were sure you could do something. But, it was good Simon didn’t have to be alone. You realize both have left, though their respective puddles remain on the floor near the toilet. They’re standing a few paces away, locked in some conversation. You suppose it was to be expected, after the stunt Nemean had just pulled. “I just couldn’t hold it anymore”- your ass. It should be obvious to anyone he did it intentionally. You turn back to the puddles. You know it’s not realistic, but some part of you wants to clean them both up before Siren comes out of the toilet. Speaking off… Why hadn’t she come out yet? Surely, there had been enough time for her to finish by now?

The opportunity to use the toilet after the DP game will pass in three minutes. If you intend to use the toilet this round, please make sure to do it now.

Okay for the love of god Siren, hurry up.

“Hey, Chat…-Johanna.” You turn to face Rocker, who appears to have gotten over the shock of Simon’s and Nemean’s respective wettings.

“W-what’s up?” Siren really ought to hurry up, for your sake at this point.

“I think there’s some kind of locking mechanism on the toilet door for when someone’s inside. I was able to lock it when I was inside.” You look at what she’s pointing at. It’s a small green semi-circle on the door.

“What about it?”

“I just have a bad feeling, Siren’s been in there too long without locking the door. Do you… Think you could go check on her? I’m not sure I even can open the door with my DP, and I don’t want to risk it.”

That seemed like it might be a good idea. If Siren kept you waiting for much longer, you might actually end up like Simon, whether you wanted to or not. You hesitate somewhat before pushing the button to open the door. You sincerely hoped you wouldn’t find Siren sitting in a puddle on the floor in there.

What you do see as the door opens is something you could never anticipate. It’s, well… To put it simply, it’s Siren’s backside. You’d seen her butt a little when she’d stripped down to panties-only, though you’d tried not to stare back then. Well, now it was opposite of panties-only. No, that was inaccurate. It was just panties-on-the-floor. Nude cheeks, only halfway covered by her reindeer shirt.

Purely out of shock and reflex, you enter the bathroom letting the door close behind you. The room is easily spacious enough for the two of you, but your mind barely registers that at all. Your attention is purely focused on Siren now; analyze, and act. The toilet is a small distance away from the door, and Siren appears to have made it halfway there. Her panties (there’s a wet spot) lie discarded near your feet. You’re viewing her from behind, but you can see her slender fingers pushed through the V shape created between her buttcheeks and thighs. Holding herself. You hear her moaning and gasping for air. Pain and desperation. She appears almost completely frozen in place, her only movements being the occasional shiver. A single drop slips past her fingers, runs down her left thigh then swerves around to the back of her calf. Another shiver. You need to act immediately.

No time to think. Lock the door without looking back. You rush forward and pick her up. She’s a little heavier than you expected, but you might also just be exhausted after your own long struggle. She yelps in surprise, and you think you hear a hiss and splash of liquid hitting the floor. No time to think. You start walking towards the toilet. She is curled up like a ball in your arms. Her shirt is fuzzy. You reach toilet, but the seat is down. No time. With an impressive action kick, you are able to raise the seat without needing to drop her. The seat predictably, bounces against the tank and is not going to stay up for very long. You are faster. The kick has caused you to lose your balance, and you start falling forward. Thinking at speeds only possible in adrenaline-fueled desperate pee situations, you use the momentum to plop her down onto the toilet. You almost fall face-first into her thighs, but manage to stop yourself by catching the wall. For a millisecond, you meet at eye level. You’re close enough to feel the heat radiating from her flush face. You push away from the wall, stand straight, and turn around. If there had been an audience, they would be erupting into applause.

The action sequence is punctuated by a sound. An unbearably loud, two-part hiss. The hiss of urine rapidly leaving one’s body, and then the hiss of urine violently splashing against porcelain. Not the muted hiss of a desperate wetting, but the unmistakable hiss of a tremendous relief. It was the sound of victory. For you, it was also the sound of the apocalypse. No matter how much you wanted to remain the action hero with your back turned to an ongoing explosion, you could not. You doubled over, pressing down hard. Your moan of desperation coincided with Siren’s moan of relief.

A moment passes. Holy shit, you are actually going to wet yourself now. Another moment. And then another. Suddenly, you realize the hissing had stopped.

“U-um” You turn to face Siren, still sitting on the toilet. Drip. “I was a-able to take the edge of, s-so if you-” She is cut off by the return of her own stream. If that’s even possible, it somehow comes back even stronger than it was previously. And worse, you were looking directly at it now. Your bladder was practically shouting at you, pang after pang. It’s time to abandon ship, my lady. You were wetting yourself, now. You hadn’t actually started yet, but you just knew this was the point of no return.

Regaining the lightning speed you had moments prior, you drop your jeans and underwear in a single motion. You’re able to mouth a quick “Part them.” before plopping down onto Siren’s lap, facing her. She doesn’t immediately understand, but reacts quickly enough to give you the gap you need. Your own stream exits your body, splashing Siren a little at first before shooting against the back of the toilet. Siren adjusts her posture slightly to the side, to lower the risk of your streams slamming against each other. Your distended bladder brushes against her pelvic bone in an oddly intimate moment. Your breath against her forehead, you try to bite your tongue but you can’t. You melt into her lap and start peeing in earnest.

The bathroom is now a two-girl orchestra. The mixture of vocals and percussion echoing around the bathroom could perhaps not be called beautiful, but it was undeniable that they accurately conveyed the relief the two of you felt in that moment. Siren finishes before you, owing to her early start. And you suspect, smaller capacity. She sags a little as she fully empties, energy spent. Then straightens up again and adjusts her posture to make things easier on you. She can’t exactly up and leave before you finish, after all. You just keep peeing and peeing and peeing. You’re a little more aware of your surroundings now that you’ve gotten to empty your bladder halfway. You look down towards Siren and your eyes meet. She smiles. It’s a somewhat awkward and shy smile, but kind nonetheless. This was a profoundly weird situation, but you still couldn’t help but lose yourself to the relief. You had never realized how good this kind of relief felt before you had to put your freedom on the line over your bladder. You will probably never experience this kind of thing again.

Finally, you’re empty. Not just empty since you entered the bathroom, but empty for the first time since this crazy game started. Holy shit.

With the conclusion of the fourth round, the DP game is now over. When next you wake, you will be returned to your previous lives, with no memories from this game. Your immense contribution to humanity’s future will not go unrewarded. That will be all.

You barely even have time to react. Before you can even get off Siren’s lap, a sort of numb feeling envelops you body. You weren’t pricked by anything just now, but you’re pretty sure you were just hit with a strong anesthetic. You are no longer in full control of your own body, and you feel yourself starting to fall backwards. You’re caught by Siren, who goes limp moments after. Oblivion is taking you. You can’t see or hear Siren. The only thing left is a bit of warmth that might be her body heat. Your last thing on your mind before you fully lose consciousness is Simon and Nemean’s puddles outside. Siren doesn’t need to know, and how she never will.

 

SIREN END

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