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Excited that you share another story with us, I missed your fabulous writing! (and also a bit bummed that this probably means that Sophie’s curse will not come to a conclusion… but well, we can’t complain… and this story has a somewhat similar premise) Thanks a lot, nononono!

“175 words - 973 characters” * With tears in her eyes, she directed the cursor on her computer screen towards the red “leave meeting” button, and mashed her mouse button with a finger of her free hand. “This will only take fifteen minutes”, her superiors had lied to her two hours ago, and she had reluctantly joined the online meeting with a full bladder. Now, she was beyond desperate, and she had only been able to hold on with the help of the hand in her silk panties. Her dress pants were already on the floor of her home office. She bolted towards the bathroom, yanked down her underwear, and immediately unleashed a torrent of piss into the bowl. As the thunderous sound filled the room, she moaned out of pleasure. “Angelique, you’re still in the meeting, and your mic is on.” Still peeing, the poor woman leaned forward and stared at her computer screen in disbelief, when she realized that in her hurry, she hadn’t clicked the red button, but the “turn webcam on” toggle right next to it instead. * maybe this is a bit too long for this “very short stories” thread, but I decided to post it anyway

I'm joking with the meme, I think "the end" makes it very clear that story will have this open ending, I guess, which is your right off course. I must admit that I will keep wondering what the intentions of each character were in the story, and even after this chapter I feel like the relations between the characters could go anywhere from now on... Alfeiro, again a lot of thanks for writing and sharing this story with us. One of the most interesting stories of 2024 here, very well written.

I’m loving this story since part 1, but hadn’t commented so far. This is such a unique, interesting and captivating story! And I have to keep wondering where this will end… After part 1 I thought : “ok, the therapy is an unique plot device to create an excellent story about desperate women” After part two: “so this is actually an erotic story between a husband and wife, with desperation?” After part three I started wondering how it would end with Stacy and in part four, the story then went in another direction! Thanks a lot for sharing this unique piece of writing with us, and I can’t wait for the rest of it.

I'm usually not the one that bumps up "older" stories, and I know from personal experience that writers' block / losing interest in stories is a thing... but is there any chance you will continue this story in the future, Ranpalan? (you've painted quite the mystery here and left us hanging about the outcome 🙂) I would understand if for reasons mentioned above, you won't finish it any longer... anyway, just showing my appreciation for your story with this post.

The next update will come later this week, at the moment we have a tie (3x B, C and D), but maybe a few more replies will solve this “problem”. Not that I want to influence your choices in any way, I’m going to go with the majority, and D is definitely a valid option, but a quick comment about your remark nonetheless. In the universe of this story, normal law-abiding citizens never urinate. They consume only Nutrolyte-based products, and their kidneys and bowels process 100% of the substance, without producing any bodily waste products. Their bladders are basically non-functional… unless they use a banned substance like H2O. So, there’s no way you can wet yourself, unless you’ve used H2O. I only mentioned this in the first post, so I’m not sure it’s clear to readers who joined this story at a later time, hence the repetition of this information.

You’re standing in the dark interrogation room, afraid of what’s coming next. Not only have you wet yourself in a police station, to make matters worse, they seem to have recorded it too. You wonder what will happen to you; will they send you straight back to jail? After a while, the door opens, and the tallest police officer walks in. A second officer, wearing a fancy uniform with more stripes and stars follows suit. Your blood starts to boil - they had no right to assault you. If the officer hadn’t tased you, you wouldn’t have wet your pants. “What you did what is illegal!”, you shout. “That might be…”, he says, “but what you did is also very much illegal - let’s say that we’re even. Anyway, I’m just here to hand you a pair of fresh jeans. My boss will take it from here.” While the officer walks out of the room, his superior presses a button, and a hologram appears. The recording starts playing from right after the moment you were tased. It’s weird to see yourself in the video footage; tensed up at first, then relaxing your muscles all out of a sudden, barely able to stand up straight. Then, the crotch of jeans darken, and you awkwardly knock your knees together. The camera then pans towards your feet, where a puddle is forming. Fuck. They have clear cut evidence that you have used H2O… how will you get out of this situation? The superior officer swipes away the hologram, and clears his throat. “So - miss Reina - I don’t think this video footage needs much explanation.” You think you recognize the officer's voice from somewhere, and then you realize that it’s the voice of the person who was speaking with your parole officer, earlier at the community center! “Good thing for you, is that I wanna offer you a deal”, he continues. “So, our commander-in-chief, the highest ranked officer, is retiring, and mayor Green is in the process of selecting a new commander. You see, I’m an ambitious man, and I want this position. As you know, the war on H2O is one of the key campaign promises of the mayor. So, we are going to team up, you and I.” The superior officer taps a few buttons on his phone, and a large holographic wall appears. “You are going to infiltrate the H2O scene, and lead me towards the top dealers in the city. We’ll bust them under my watch, and I’m going to get the credit… and the commander-in-chief position. As for you… well, I can make the recording of your little accident disappear… You see, as long as you help me, I will help you. Win-win. What do you say, do we have a deal?” You need a moment to process the information. So the officer is asking you to rat out your former friends in the H2O scene, in return for your freedom? You’re not sure how you feel about that… On the other hand, if the police will take you to court, you're looking at a guaranteed six months in prison… A. You say nothing. B. You reluctantly accept the offer. C. You say you’ll consider the offer, but only under some conditions. D. You refuse the offer and ask to exercise your right to speak with your lawyer. E. You threaten the officer, state that what he is doing is illegal, warning him that you will sue him over this. current H2O scene trust level: 5/10 current law enforcement trust level: 2/10

You know that Freyja’s offer is risky, but the desire to relieve yourself is so strong, your desperation level is through the roof. There’s no sign of the police officers yet, and you start to doubt that they’ll let you out before the one-hour mark. For all you know, they could keep you in here for hours, and what you for sure, is that your full bladder has only minutes left before you will lose control. All things considered, you decide to follow through with Freyja’s bold plan, and you ask her to crouch down in the corner of the cell. You don’t know if it’s because of your brimming bladder anticipating release, or because you feel uncomfortable about undressing in front of Freyja, but you start to tremble. Your new friend crouches down, and while you take a step forward, you look back to make sure that there’s no one in the hall. You unbutton your jeans and look down in search of your front zipper. Your bladder feels like it’s on fire, screaming for you to hurry up, but your sweaty fingers take their sweet time; you’re clearly nervous. You know you can’t start peeing yet and you have trouble standing still. Seeing this, Freyja places her hand on your thigh for stability, and guides your crotch closer to her mouth. You take hold of your zipper tag and pull it downwards. One last time, you briefly turn your head towards the hall, which is still empty. You eagerly place your fingers under the seams of your jeans and pull them down. Freyja opens her mouth, and you feel her warm breath rushing against your panties. You hesitate as she pulls you even closer; although you have to pee like hell, the position that you are in is mighty uncomfortable. You're almost ready to go, only your panties are still in the way. You feel urine rushing against your tortured pee hole, thousands of drops ready to come out. You grab the edge of your panties and… “Reina, Green, your time is up, ready to go home!”, you hear one of the officers calling your name from the end of the hallway. His footsteps are quickly approaching your cell, and you know you have to act fast. Your bladder complains heavily as you pull your jeans and zipper back up, the waistband of your pants digging into you after you button your pants. You try to compose yourself, the need to relieve yourself is even worse than before. “Come on you two - hey miss Green, get up and move your ass!”, the officer orders as he unlocks your cell. Following him through the halls seems to take forever, but you finally arrive where you entered the station. “You’re both free to go,” he says while he unlocks Freyja’s cuffs. “Oh right, your keys are still in the interrogation room, miss Reina, please come with me”, he addresses you. You follow him, and watch Freyja set foot on the streets again. The officer opens the interrogation room door, and you sigh as you see the keys lying on the table. Although you still really have to pee, you feel that you can hold it until you get out of here. What you didn’t see though, was the tallest officer, waiting behind the door with a taser in his hand. The officer who led you here doesn’t pick up the keys as you expected, but he walks away instead. You turn around and can only see how the tall officer pulls the trigger of his taser. Your knees get weak, and your vision blurry. “Smile, miss Reina, you’re on camera…” the tall officer laughs out loud, and he closes the door behind him. You suddenly feel your legs getting wet, and it takes you a few seconds before you realize you're soaking your jeans. You try to hold back the flow, but you can’t, and you keep on emptying your bladder into your panties. Soon, you’re standing in a puddle of your own urine, humiliated. When you look up , you see a camera filming you, just like the officer said. - - - No choices this time; you don’t really have a choice at this point. You will have to wait and accept your fate…

You shake off the thought; the chances of not being able to cut off the stream off are pretty high, and ending up with wet pants would be a disaster. There’s really nothing you can do, except hope that you can hold it until they release you from the prison cell. A while later, your situation becomes dire; your bladder is now full to the brim, pulsing inside you. You’re desperate and you know you can’t hold it for much longer. When you’re sure no one’s looking, you briefly hold yourself between your legs and rub your knees together. Luckily you have a lot of experience with denying your full bladder the release of its contents. This is the part that you normally like the most about holding your pee; the dancing around, the touching your privates, the electrifying feeling of pushing yourself to your limits. This time, of course, it’s different. This time, you're not in the comfort of your own home, or another private space. This time, you are stuck in a police station, and wetting yourself would be a great disaster. How much longer until the hour ends? Freyja, being an H2O user herself, surely knows how you feel. Your movements give away your desperation, especially to a specialist like her. She looks worried, leans over to you and whispers: “Fuck… you’re nearing your limit, aren’t you? If you end up wetting your pants, then we are both in big trouble. Fuck, fuck,… Just hold on alright, there’s not much we can do. Unless… I might have an idea… A while ago I was with a friend in need, hiding in a closet during a police raid. She couldn’t hold it any longer, and we couldn’t get out yet, so I offered to drink her urine… and we did it, without even spilling a drop. I don’t think there are any cameras in this cell, and the guard can’t see us. If you really can’t hold it any longer, maybe you can lower your pants in front of me, and aim into my mouth?” Your cheeks turn red when you hear Freyja’s suggestion. It doesn’t sound like a bad idea, and it’s definitely a better outcome compared to wetting yourself, but… you know, shoving your privates into the face of someone you barely know is not something that you do every day. You’re not sure that you will be able to do it. A. You take Freyja’s offer and tell her to crouch down in the corner of the cell. B. You thank Freyja, but you say that you hold it. C. You call the guard and say that you are willing to make a confession. current H2O scene trust level: 5/10 current law enforcement trust level: 2/10

“Don’t worry, I can hold it…”, you whisper back to Freyja, although you’re not really sure that you can. The pressure inside you is manageable at this point, but you feel it rising as the minutes go by. After a while, your situation is getting uncomfortable. While you don’t want to draw attention to yourself, you’re finding it harder to stand still; you really have to make an effort so that you won’t wet your pants. Pacing back and forth around the cell, you wonder out loud how much longer they will keep you here. “It’s hard to tell…”, says Freyja, who must have noticed your state of distress by now. “I think another 15 minutes or so, and we will be out. Should I ask the guard?” You tell her not to - you don’t want to draw attention to yourself in this situation. You cross your legs and hold on, it’s the only thing you can do. You don’t know if you can hold it for another 15 minutes, but there’s really no other option. Or… Fueled by your nagging bladder, a daring thought crosses your mind. Maybe you would be able to ease some of the pressure by letting a little bit go? Just a tiny bit, not more than a short spurt, so that your panties can absorb the wetness. You’re not really sure you can do it though. You have never tried it before… is it worth the risk? A. Try to let a little bit of the pressure off by deliberately trying to release a leak into your panties. (if this ends up as the chosen option, the outcome will be determined by a dice roll. The results vary from d1 - nothing comes out, to d6 - full blown accident) B. Keep holding it. C. You call the guard and say that you are willing to make a confession.

The officer slams the door shut, and leaves you alone in the room. You stand up and put your ear against the joined wall between the two interrogation rooms, but unfortunately the soundproofing is too good, and you can’t hear what they’re saying in the other room. Freyja’s interrogation goes on and on, the longer it goes on, the more worried you get. There’s also something else that you’re getting worried about; you feel your bladder filling up at a rapid pace. There’s no clock inside the interrogation room, and you wonder how long you’ve already been stuck here. Ten minutes, twenty minutes? Maybe your sense of time is off in this room, maybe you’ve been here longer than you think. Maybe the end of the hour is already nearing… it’s the only sensible explanation to why your bladder is already getting full from such a small amount of H2O. Luckily, they will have to let you go after 60 minutes. Finally, the officer opens the door again, and you see him standing next to Freyja in the hall, holding her cuffs. The smallest officer comes in and cuffs you as well, and ushers you to the hall. Freyja winks at you and you sigh; she hasn’t turned on you. “Lock them both up,” the tallest officer orders, and the other officer pulls your cuffs, guiding you both towards the police station cells. “Hey, you can only arrest us for one hour!”, Freyja yells. “Yes, and there’s still thirty minutes left, still plenty of time to collect the necessary evidence against you…” The smallest officer locks the metal barred door behind him, leaving you and Freyja alone in a cell. Just before he leaves, he says: “The offer still stands as long as you are in here; there’s a guard at the end of the hall, you can call him if you change your mind.” While you examine your surroundings, you rub your abdomen, and you feel a small bulge in the area of your bladder. It’s definitely getting full, and you tense your muscles, just to make sure that nothing can come out. Under normal circumstances, you would have enjoyed the feeling of urine swelling inside you, but you’re not sure how you feel now. You hope your bladder control is strong as it was before - after all, you haven’t processed H2O in more than 30 days. Freyja approaches you, puts her hand on your shoulder, and whispers in your ear. “Thank you so much for not ratting me out, Katy. Thanks to you, they have nothing on us. We will be out in 30 minutes, and then I will find a way to properly thank you." (H2O scene trust level +1) "I feel like I need to tell you something, though… the H2O you drank… I’m pretty sure that it was spiked.” You take a step away from Freyja in shock, and think about her words. Spiked… that was the reason why you were filling up so fast! Spiking H2O was a relatively new trend in the scene; some dealers mixed their H2O with a diuretic to make their drug more potent. In other words, a diuretic-laced drink simply filled your bladder faster. You didn’t really like the trend, to be honest, for two reasons. One is that you liked the feeling of a prolonged need to urinate, and the laced H2O shortened the duration of the holds. The second reason was that most dealers prepared their H2O-diuretic mixes in a somewhat amateurish way; you were never really sure how much diuretic they had mixed into their drinks. How much was there in the bottle of Freyja, anyway? You suddenly feel a lot less confident about your situation… A. You’re angry with Freyja and ask her why she didn’t tell you before. B. You shrug your shoulders and say that you can hold it. C. You call the guard and say that you are willing to make a confession. current H2O scene trust level: 5/10 current law enforcement trust level: 2/10

You slide the electronic notepad over to you and grab the pen. You slowly write that you were in the alley together with Miss Green, and that you were holding her bottle. Then you slide the pad back toward the officer. “This is my statement, I guess,” you shrug, “that’s all I know about what happened. I don’t think Miss Green urinated in the alley, and if she did, I didn’t see it. I suppose it would save you some time but… I can’t testify to what I haven’t seen.” The tallest officer slams his hand down on the table, and raises his voice to you. “Look, lady… we’re trying to help you out here. I guess you must have liked prison, Miss Reina, because if you don’t cooperate with us, you’re sure to end up there again. Is that really what you want to do? Just to cover the ass of another hopeless drug addict? You know that bottle is at forensics right now, right? One tiny sample of H2O is all it will take to put you on trial again for accomplishment to a drug crime. One fucking day into probation, for fucks sake! I give you the chance to walk, and this is how you thank me? Stupid motherfucking bitch…” The officer then places his phone on the table, swipes it a few times and a hologram pops out. You see the images from a security camera located at the crossroad next to the alley where you met Freyja. The hologram shows your first interaction with her; you see her running towards the alley, and you take a step aside so you don’t run into her. Then, a large delivery vehicle passing the crossroads blocks the view for a few seconds, and when the alley is back in the frame, you stand in between Freyja and the camera. The officer looks at you, taps the phone, and the hologram fades away. “So, I am going to give you one last chance, Miss Reina. Just one. You know that I’m going to offer the same deal to Miss Green, right? I just need one confession, one drug addict behind bars, and my boss is happy. It’s a shame, I don’t even think you did it but… when I get her testimony that you were the one making the puddle, then this investigation will be over. What do you think she will do when I show her the video footage of your encounter? You probably think you have some ‘code’ or ‘bond’ between you, but let me speak from my experience; in a situation like this, you drug snakes will simply stab each other in the back in exchange for freedom. Especially with this damning evidence.” You say nothing, and the officer walks to the exit door. He lingers around in the door opening and then asks: “What will it be, lady, a testimony, or jail?” You know that if you want to change your mind, now is the time. You’re not really worried about the forensic investigation of the bottle, because you know for sure that there wasn’t enough H2O left in it to test the contents. The so-called ‘evidence’ is pretty weak too - luckily the delivery vehicle was blocking the view when Freyja was fumbling with her pants. The officer has a good point, though. Are you sure that Freyja won’t turn on you in exchange for her freedom? Are you sure that you won't confess that you made the puddle? After all, you’ve just met her… A. You trust Freyja; you double down and say nothing. B. You don’t trust Freyja and you say that you have changed your mind. current H2O scene trust level: 4/10 current law enforcement trust level: 2/10

You decide to politely decline the offer. Although the amount of H2O you drank wasn’t very large, you think it’s best to get it out of your system before you end up at the police station. “Sure, I can give a statement at the station,” you say politely, “but could I do it later? I’m having an appointment coming up right now, but I promise I will come in afterwards.” (law enforcement trust level -1) You see the tallest police officer raising the corners of his mouth, his facial expression quickly changing into a mischievous smile. “I’m sorry, lady, I don’t remember myself asking you a question. Danny - did I ask her to come with us?” “I don’t think you did, boss”, answers the smallest officer, slightly amused by his superior’s sarcastic undertone. “Good to know I’m not going senile - hey lady, I think you misunderstood. This isn’t a take it or leave it situation; you’re coming along for your statement, not in a few hours, but we’re taking you in right now. Danny, would you escort this lady towards the vehicle and read her her rights?” “Under the city’s narcotics regulation, code 45 point 3, recently announced by the mayor, we’re taking you in for interrogation. Don’t worry, you’ll be out in less than an hour, you can make a phone call at the station to inform your contact that you’ll be late for your appointment.” You sigh, and decide it’s better not to resist your arrest. Code 45 point 3 stated that police officers could detain a suspect in a narcotics case for a maximum of 60 minutes, no evidence necessary. In fact, they didn’t even need a good reason to take you in. You see that Freyja isn’t resisting either, and the officers put both of you in the backseat of the police vehicle. You sigh, this is clearly an abuse of authority, but it doesn’t seem like there’s much you can do about it. Oh well, no worries; it was only a small amount of H2O you consumed, and you figure that you can easily hold that for one hour. Once in the vehicle, the officer states your time of arrest, and you are on your way. Freyja leans over to you, and whispers: “That was some quick thinking of you, but I should warn you, I think that…” “Hey - no talking!”, says the tallest officer, cutting Freyja off. In the police station, Freyja and you are escorted to two different interrogation rooms. The two officers leave you alone in the room, locking the door behind them. You can hear through the wall that they are interrogating Freyja first, but unfortunately, you can’t pick up anything. After a few minutes, the officers enter your room, and the tallest one says: “So, this should be pretty easy. Miss Green has already confessed that the bottle was hers, so let’s save us all some time. We will just need your testimony that you witnessed her urinating in the alley. If you just can write that down, and sign there, you can be on your way.” You’re hesitant to answer; as you’re effectively trapped in a prisoner’s dilemma. A. Confess that you have witnessed miss Green - Freyja - urinating in the alley. B. Keep your mouth shut and maintain your innocence. current H2O scene trust level: 4/10 current law enforcement trust level: 2/10

The officers, who were focused on you before, turn their attention to Freyja. “Is that so?”, the tallest officer asks her, “and what is in this bottle?” “Nothing”, you say, and after you unscrew the lid, you turn the bottle upside down to support your statement - but more importantly, you want to be absolutely sure that the bottle is really empty. A few last drops of H2O fall onto the pavement, and you smile contentedly. “Hey,” says the smallest officer, “this is evidence, lady, give me the bottle, now!” “Evidence for what, exactly?”, Freyja says, drawing the attention to herself again. “We received a call from a concerned citizen about a suspicious puddle in an alley,” the tallest officer counters, “… and I’m willing to bet that you two have something to do with it. Now hand me that bottle so we can inspect it at the station. Lady in the blue winter coat, you’re coming with us until we’ve finished the examination,” the officer orders while looking at Freyja. “You too,” he then continues as he points towards you, “we also have to take your statement.” A. You comply without further questions and follow the officer to the police vehicle. B. You refuse, and say that you would be happy to give a statement at a later time. C. You refuse, and say that they have no right to ask you and Freyja to come to the station.

You stare at the bottle in Freyja’s hand; you know you can easily down the contents in a few seconds, and you’re not sure she can. There’s no time to argue, you have to get rid of the H2O; it’s the only evidence they have against you! You snatch the bottle out of Freyja’s hand, unscrew the lid in with a single movement and place the opening to your lips. You feel the refreshing liquid rush down your throat, and just like that, the bottle is empty in no time. “We’re coming in! Hands behind your back!”, you hear the office shout, and you quickly screw the lid back onto the bottle, only just before two policemen appear from behind the dumpster. “This one’s got a bottle in her hand!”, you hear the smaller of the two officers say, and they both rush towards you. “Show me the bottle, now!”, the larger officer commands. You happily comply with the request, smiling at the absurdity of this situation. You are merely holding an empty plastic bottle, but the officers treat you as if you were carrying a hand grenade. “Is this bottle yours, ma’m?” they ask you, and just as you’re about to nod, you hear Freyja say: “No, it’s not hers, the bottle is mine!” A. You say nothing. B. You contradict Freyja and say that the bottle is yours. current H2O scene trust level: 4/10 current law enforcement trust level: 3/10 —- (Sorry for the delay, and I've decided to keep the trust levels, but I'm no longer going to reveal the effects of the options in advance. I did some "research" and most interactive stories do it this way).