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  1. Hello again everyone! This is just a random little scenario that popped into my head the other day so I figured I'd write it as a little sendoff to 2022. I hope you enjoy and have a great New Year's Eve and a wonderful start to 2023! Follow the Rules The chime of a clock rings through the still air, signaling the lateness of the hour; it has just become one o'clock in the morning. The night is one of silence and serenity, one that casts a spell of calm across these war-torn lands. The silver moonlight that cascades through the nearby window splashes across carpeted floor with an effervescent sheen, the only source of light in the chamber beyond a candle dancing timidly on the desk. The only sound that interrupts the haunting tranquility of the late hour is the gentle scratch of a quill against parchment. It is the same sound that has been echoing throughout the bedchamber for hours now. Edelgard Von Hresvelg, the pilot of that quill, lets slip a heavy sigh as she dips the quill into the small pot of ink for the umpteenth time. She has been writing these blasted letters for the better part of four hours now. Since becoming the Emperor of Ardestia, she has found herself dealing with all manner of tedious affair that she would rather not waste her time on, these correspondence letters chief among them. Why did she not simply hire a scribe and dictate her responses, or an advisor to respond directly to them instead of herself? She makes a mental note to pursue this line of thinking at a later time. Her letters will be delivered across the Empire in the coming days so, for the moment, she must simply complete the task at hand, no matter how much disdain she feels towards it. Placing this newly finished letter within its envelope and adorning it with a wax seal, Edelgard stretches, her stiff joints rewarding her with several satisfying snaps. She extends her arms further above her head, arching her back without thinking before hissing in discomfort. A frown creases the Emperor's brow and she shifts in her seat and returns to her previous position.. Edelgard knows she's let her stubbornness get the better of her tonight. When she sat down just after nine o'clock to complete the letters she had been avoiding for days, she made a vow to finish them before she slept. She had wanted to finish her tasks tonight so that she might enjoy the next day with a certain someone. Tomorrow would be a rare day with very little scheduled, so it was a perfect opportunity to reconnect with her old flame after so many years. Soon, however, that vow had transformed from finishing the letters before she slept to finishing the letters before she moved. As a result, Edelgard is now feeling the effects of staying still at her desk for hours and hours following her dinner. The liquid that she consumed at sunset had made itself known to her body just before eleven o'clock. Now, the Emperor is acutely aware of the fact that her bladder is very full. She finds that if she remains perfectly still, excluding her hand of course, the discomfort is bearable, merely the dullest of aches below her abdomen. Stretching as she just has, however, brings into sharp focus just how intense her need truly is. She has allowed the situation to get out of hand, denying herself the much-needed trip to the lavatories in favor of stubbornly finishing her task. Edelgard brings her knees together beneath her nightgown and squeezes her thighs tight, a comforting pressure pushing back against her bladder's insistence. She is well aware of the fact that she very much needs relief, and soon, but she only has one letter left to complete. Unwilling to break her workflow, the Emperor retrieves her quill from the ink pot once last time and slides the last piece of parchment across the desk, ignoring the way she has to wiggle in her chair to alleviate the nagging pressure between her legs. This last letter is, blessedly, an effortless response and Edelgard finishes quickly. Sealing the final envelope and adding it to the stack, she sighs and gazes upon her efforts with satisfaction. Proper responses from the Emperor herself would serve to unify the Empire under a common banner, granting her more political weight and favor. It was a necessary annoyance to further her long-term goals. Hissing sharply, she is reminded of the weight resting in her lower abdomen and finally decides the time had come to journey to the lavatory before bed. As she rises to her feet, Edelgard feels her body bend at the waist involuntarily as her overfilled bladder struggles to adjust to the change in posture. Her white nightgown bunches around her abdomen as she rests her hands upon her knees, struggling with the sudden pressure. A sharp wave of desperation washes over and she resists the urge to slip a hand between her thighs and squeeze firmly. It would be quite unbecoming of the most powerful woman in the Empire to do such a thing. After several moments of adjusting, Edelgard is able to rise to her full height again, her gown falling properly into place just above her knees once more. "I really must attend to myself better, this is ridiculous," she mutters to herself, reaching for a nearby lantern. The halls of Garreg Mach Monastery are notoriously dark at this time of night and though she knows the route to the lavatories well enough that she could likely negotiate it in the inky blackness of the night, it is not a risk she is willing to take right now. Every second must be treated as highly important if she is to make it in time to relieve herself properly. As she approaches the door however, a soft knock sounds from the other side. How odd; who would possibly be awake at this time of night? And someone who wishes to garner her audience? It is not a frantic knock, so it must not be of great urgency. Edelgard grimaces as she has the thought; her bladder is surging with a sense of great urgency whether her visitor has it or not. Deciding she cannot afford to waste another moment, the Emperor hurries to the door and opens it. It only takes one look to register the identity of her guest before her mouth falls open in surprise. Before her stands Byleth, her longtime Sensei and former lover, returned from an absence of five long years. Edelgard still does not understand what happened to the green-haired woman all that time ago. Following their battle with Rhea and the Church of Seiros, Byleth had simply disappeared. About a week ago, she had reappeared with just as much mystery surrounding her circumstances. It had only taken one look at the woman for Edelgard to know that she still loved her as much as the day she had vanished. But was there a purpose for her visit? Dressed in her bedclothes, no less. Edelgard suppress the heat that threatens to color her cheeks as her eyes take in her Sensei's figure. She is wearing a loose-fitting white top, one that is entirely modest, but still seems risqué to see her in. Perhaps it is the short sleeves that leave her smooth arms mostly bare for Edelgard's hungry eyes to partake in or perhaps it is the fact that the loose fabric cannot obscure the magnitude of her exquisite breasts. Years ago, Edelgard spent many a content night snuggled against the woman and developed an intense fondness for her chest. It is possible that was a fondness that had always existed though, long before they had ever become intimate. It is also possible that the small shorts Byleth wore did more to distract Edelgard than anything else. The garment is so short in fact that it leaves very little to the Emperor's imagination, her Sensei's toned, muscular thighs on proud display. She feels a blush finally overtake her cheeks as she gives the woman's body a quick once over. Her lustful thoughts are interrupted suddenly by a shiver of desperation and two important questions: why was Byleth here this late at night and how did she gracefully escape to relieve her aching bladder? "S-Sensei," she begins, still reeling in surprise at the unannounced visit the object of her affections has paid her. Byleth gives her a serene smile before responding. "Good evening, Your Highness. I hope I'm not intruding too late?" Edelgard bristles at the title. Of everyone in the Empire, Byleth is the last person she wishes to address her formally. "Not at all. But I believe I've asked you many times now to simply call me by name. I do not wish for any formality between us, Sensei." Byleth's eyes narrow as a smirk overtakes her lips. "And yet you still refer to me as 'Sensei.' If you want me to call you by name, I'd love it if you'd do the same for me." Edelgard's blush worsens as she tries to imagine her own voice using the gorgeous woman's given name so casually. It feels foreign to her after thinking of her as her teacher for so long. A torturous pressure from her bladder pushes all other thoughts from her mind as she bends at the waist again, her daydreaming a thing of the past. "Um, what brings you here this late?" she asks, trying to disguise the urgency in her voice. For some reason, she knows she would feel embarrassed if Byleth discovered her predicament. "I couldn't sleep and I was thinking about how little time we've had together since my return. I thought maybe I'd visit you here in your chambers and we could spend some time together the way we used to," she explains as if it were the most natural thing in the world. At any other time, Edelgard would be blushing profusely at the prospect of being called upon in her bedchambers. The implications of that were obvious. But tonight, she cannot bring herself to focus on anything other than her extraordinary need for relief. She knows she has to reach the lavatory very soon, even if it means betraying herself to Byleth. "Um, I'd be more than happy to spend all night talking with you Sensei, but I'm afraid I first have some business I really must attend to." Byleth raises an eyebrow and watches her carefully, those large, analytical eyes dissecting everything about her. Edelgard squirms uncomfortably; it makes her feel naked when Byleth looks at her like that. "Forgive the question, but what could you possibly have to do this late at night?" It seems that Byleth has not fully keyed into the pressing matter at hand just yet. That or she wants to make Edelgard admit her dilemma. Another vicious contraction squeezes hard her bladder and the Emperor decides she does not have the luxury of being subtle any longer. "If you must know, I've spent the evening responding to letters and urgently need to visit the lavatory. So if you'll excuse me Sensei," she finishes, stepping towards the threshold of the door. Her eyes widen in shock as Byleth moves her body in front of the exit, blocking her path. "S-Sensei? What are you doing?" she stammers, suddenly very nervous. She doesn't have that long left until her need overwhelms her. "Well, you keep calling me Sensei, so that must mean that I'm still your teacher, right? And you know my policy on comfort breaks: no leaving for the first thirty minutes of class. You might miss important information, after all." Edelgard feels her mind reel. Is Byleth really trying to keep her here on purpose? Why? What does she possibly stand to gain from doing something like this? She catches herself wondering if that really was Byleth's policy back in the day, but quickly shakes the idle thought from her mind. There are far more important things to worry about. "I…I can't go?" Her voice falters as she questions the woman before her, catching the hint of a glimmer in her eye. "Not until I've finished my lessons." "What are you possibly going to teach me in the middle of the night?" Edelgard finds herself incredulous and impatient. Things are getting worse by the second and she really needs to empty her bladder. Whatever this game is does not need to happen right now. Byleth steps very close to Edelgard, almost pressing her voluptuous form against her, tantalizingly close. Intoxicatingly. She suppresses a shudder as the woman leans in, her mouth nearly against the Emperor's ear. Chills explode down her back as Byleth whispers, "I'm going to teach you how to control yourself, El." El. The nickname she had used before she vanished five years ago. She still remembers it, even now. The urgency of the situation distracts her from the sweetness of the realization, however, as the Emperor is forced to clamp her thighs together against another wave of need. "You can teach me anything Sensei, just let me run to the lavatory-" "No." The word is spoken in a gentle whisper but commands her as if she is a marionette bound by her lover's strings. Edelgard's heart skips a beat before racing in her chest. She feels as if she's been struck by lightning, nervous excitement surging through her scalp and down her shoulders and back. Does she really mean to deny her the relief she so desperately needs? As if reading her thoughts, her dearest Sensei reaches behind her and closes the bedchamber door, fastening the lock and sealing them off from the rest of the world. She squirms in place, trying not to betray just how badly she needs to go. She feels a fool for allowing herself to even get into this situation to begin with, but nothing can be done about it now. She simply needs to find a way out of her predicament. Part of her can't help but wonder what exactly Byleth has planned, though, as her captor takes her arm and leads her to the ornate bed in the center of the wall. This grand bedchamber used to belong to Archbishop Rhea, before she showed her true colors to everyone and was forced to abandon the Monastery. After the Empire had seized control of it in the battle that lost them Byleth, Edelgard and the Black Eagles had established a secondary base of operations here, away from the Capital. Hubert had insisted that the former lodgings of the wicked Archbishop be passed down to the Emperor herself. Now, however, the seclusion is a double-edged blade. Edelgard and Byleth will not be interrupted by anyone, but there is no chance that Edelgard will be saved from whatever wicked scheme her Sensei has concocted. "Sit, darling," Byleth whispers, taking great care to lean close and whisper in her ear, giggling as she feels goosebumps sprout to life all down Eldelgard's bare arms. The Emperor lowers herself into a sitting position on the edge of the mattress, hissing in discomfort as her abdomen is squeezed by the motion. She can barely keep her thoughts straight with so many warring feelings inside. Her heart is pounding from excitement and fear, her body is pulsing with desire for Byleth, but more than any other feeling, her exhausted bladder screams at her, begging for release. She doesn't know how long she will be able to last like this. "Sensei…please, I really need to go, badly," she gasps as the sensations start to get the better of her. She hates how weak she sounds. The Emperor should never make sounds like that. She should be commanding the room and all in it. And yet, here she sits, asking Byleth's permission to relieve herself of the hours of pent-up urine trapped within her. But she cannot hope to ignore her lover's desires and commands. She is putty in the woman's hands, a state she cannot resist falling into whenever they are together. Byleth climbs onto the bed, moving behind her. She snakes her arms underneath Edelgard's and wraps in her a loose hug, very careful not to put any pressure on her bladder. A moment later, she feels the telltale caress of air against her ear as the woman whispers to her again. "No, Your Highness, what you need to do is hold it for me." Edelgard forgets to draw breath. She feels simultaneously trapped and excited. Her body responds in spite of herself, a feeling of fire igniting within her very core, the very same feeling she used to have when she spent nights with Byleth five years ago. Her bladder spasms a moment later and she squeezes her thighs together tightly, crossing her right leg over her left. "W-why are you calling me 'Your Highness' again?" she complains, though her tone remains timid and nervous. Byleth simply giggles again. "Because you keep calling me 'Sensei.' If you'll stop using my title, I'll stop using yours too." Edelgard shifts in discomfort, the ache in her bladder pulsing yet again, forcing her to draw a light gasp. Things are getting worse and worse by the second. "I…I'll try…B-Byleth." Her face flushes as she squeaks out her real name. So rarely has she ever used it; the sound feels uncomfortable to her ears and awkward on her tongue. A satisfied noise passes between her Sensei's pink lips as she nuzzles Edelgard's cheek with her own. "That sounds nice. Please, keep using my name like that. If you do, I promise I'll keep calling you 'El.'" She coos the pet-name into the Emperor's ear, causing a tremor of longing to pass along her small frame. "P-please do. But come now, are you really going to make me wait and beg for the lavatory? I really have needed to go for hours now," she whines, squirming around in an attempt to alleviate her discomfort. She stills immediately as Byleth tightens her arms around her, squeezing just slightly. Her arms are above her stomach, just beneath her chest, but the pressure of her grip frightens her into silence. If her arms were slightly lower there was a good chance Edelgard would not be able to hold back the flood within her if her bladder were compressed even slightly. "I'm not going to make you beg. You just aren't allowed to go, end of story." Edelgard feels sweat bead on her forehead as the words sink in. Byleth has her in such a compromising position. If she tries to escape, one squeeze will cause her to burst right there. Likewise, if she tries to wait, eventually she will lose control, ultimately meeting the same fate. "Why are you doing all this? I'm going to lose control no matter what," she whispers, trying her best to stave off the panic she feels setting in. Byleth laughs and places a kiss on her cheek. "I'm doing this because watching you wait at your most frantic is incredibly gratifying and arousing. I've never been more excited than when you have to hold yourself back." Edelgard blushes fiercely, her cheeks darkening to a shade that rivals her Imperial Gown. "It's…it's a sexual thing then?" She finds herself nearly at a loss for words. She knows Byleth is unique, but this is quite unexpected. "Very much so. You never realized?" The woman's gentle question tickles her ear again. "I can't say that I did, no." "You didn't notice the way I would hold you in bed in the mornings while you were trying to get up and go?" Edelgard manages to laugh lightly. "I always thought you were just clingy in the mornings." "And you've forgotten all those times I filled you up with tea at our weekly lunch dates? I feel a bit guilty to admit I took advantage of you back then. I knew if I kept pouring you drinks that you'd absentmindedly keep finishing them as we chatted. Then when it looked as if you were at your breaking point, I'd regale you with a fantastic tale of my mercenary days. I knew you were far too polite to interrupt my tale and, sure enough, you would suffer through it. Gods, the way you would squirm and shake, El. I'm amazed you never heard the tremors in my voice." Edelgard is shocked at the revelation, though not angry. How could she ever be angry at her lover? "I do seem to recall a few of our lunch dates ending with me rushing to the lavatories. I had no idea you did it on purpose though." "I only did it once in a while, when I was feeling particularly pent up. Can you blame me? We were the same age, both dealing with hormones, not to mention the pressures and responsibilities the world threw on us. We all need some relief once in a while. Though, I guess you need a different type of relief, don't you El?" Edelgard feels her ears heat up in embarrassment now. Her bladder contracts forcefully and she fails to stifle the yelp that forms as if from nowhere. Squeezing down with her right leg, she rubs her thighs over her clothing, eyes darting frantically around the room. "This reminds me of the way you looked when you made yourself wait during my classes." "You knew?" Edelgard asks, slightly surprised at her Sensei's awareness of her bodily needs. The woman simply giggles. "Of course I did. You always tried to remain still and proper but underneath the desk your toes would tap and your leg would bounce incessantly. I would have let you go, you know. Not like tonight," she teases. Edelgard blushes again. "I know. I felt it would be rude or improper if the heir to the Empire were to leave an instructional environment simply because she needed a comfort break. So I would hold out until the end, no matter how uncomfortable it got." "Thank you for that; it was always quite the show. I don't know how I managed to give my lectures on those days; I was far too distracted by you, holding back with everything you had and trying to seem nonchalant and composed all the while." A deeper blush steals her cheeks. Byleth begins to move her arms, releasing Edelgard from the hug she has held her in since they sat down together. She draws her face back slowly and whispers once more into her ear. "You've filled out this nightgown so deliciously, El." Edelgard squeaks in surprise as Byleth takes her ear between her teeth, nibbling tenderly and causing chills of delight to explode across her body. At the same time, her Sensei's hands reach up and graze her breasts, causing her to tremble. They used to do much more than this, but since Byleth had returned, they had been unable to find a moment alone together. The years have made her body ache for her dearest, but they have also made her feel embarrassed to be handled this way. The more she is rubbed, the better Edelgard starts to feel, and the more her focus slips. Her bladder squeezes painfully, angry that she has refused to heed its calls for relief. "W-wait…Se- uh, Byleth," she whispers, frantic to pause the situation. Byleth refuses, kneading her chest with firm but delicate fingers. "What's wrong, El? I've done so much more with you before, you can't be that embarrassed, can you?" "T-that's not it. When you rub me like this, it feels like I can't concentrate on holding it in," she explains hurriedly. Still, Byleth continues. "Consider this lesson one, then. How do you enjoy pleasure while still remaining in control of yourself?" "T-that's not fair!" Her voice sounds particularly childish and whiney now, but she cannot help it. The urgency of the situation is beginning to overwhelm her. Byleth nibbles her ear again and whispers directly into it. "Who said anything about fair? I just want you to keep all that liquid locked inside your poor little bladder. I never said I'd be helping you." Edelgard blushes again at her Sensei's crass comment. Byleth never struggles to say the things she herself is far too ashamed to utter aloud. She sighs hotly as Byleth's smart hands work on her breasts, squeezing, kneading, pressing in just the right spots. She hasn't forgotten any of Eldelgard's sensitive spots, even after five years. Her brain feels as though it may melt, the utter satisfaction at feeling her Sensei's hands against her chest again warring against the desperate urgency her bladder throbs with. Another grazing of teeth against her ear causes the Emperor to gasp and moan, her body convulsing just slightly. "Oh yes, that feels wonderful," she whispers despite herself. Byleth giggles and lowers her mouth, sucking and nibbling her lover's neck in all the right spots. She clearly remembers Edelgard's preferences and finds her favorite locations effortlessly. "It's been so long since I've heard you moan like that, El. Gods, you're getting me so excited," she manages, her voice muffled by Edelgard's neck. "I'd help you if I thought I could move without losing control of myself," she admits softly. It is terribly embarrassing for her to admit, but her situation is so bad now that she knows if she lays down in bed with Byleth, the mattress will be soaked in moments. "It's alright. You just be a good girl and focus on holding it for me, okay? Let me focus on making you feel good." Edelgard feels her entire body heat up at that comment. 'Be a good girl? What is with this woman? And why…is that so attractive…?' "Take your gown off," Byleth whispers breathily, moving her hands away to allow her to pull the garment over her head. Edelgard blushes profusely and instinctually draws her arms up across her chest. "I…I-um, I…" "What, you're not embarrassed are you?" "It's just…I'm not wearing a brazier underneath this gown…" Byleth giggles again. "I know, I could feel as much a moment ago. But does that really matter? We've been naked together so many times." Edelgard feels little bursts of pleasure course through her as Byleth returns to nibbling her neck in just the right places. It was true; they used to be quite comfortable being naked together, though it had taken the Emperor quite some time to adjust to the feeling. "It's been five years since I've been with you B…Byleth. I know it was much faster for you, but I…I just need to adjust to these things again as we get reacquainted." "Is that a 'no?' I won't pressure you if you're not ready, I promise." Edelgard pauses for a moment before looking down at the carpet in embarrassment. "Of course it's not a 'no.' Um…you can…take my gown off…" Byleth's movements are deliberate and delicate, working the fabric out from underneath her and gently inching it up her body, careful to avoid jostling her achingly full bladder. Once the fabric passes over her head, Edelgard is assaulted by the cool air filling the room, now having unmitigated access to her bare chest. In fact, aside from a pair of undergarments that are perhaps a touch too provocative for an Emperor to be wearing, the rest of her body is open to the elements. She shivers and draws instinctively into Byleth, the sudden cold making her bladder scream in desire. She wants relief so badly. She needs it. Groaning, Edelgard crosses her legs in the opposite direction, rubbing her thighs anxiously with her palms. Noticing this, her lover speaks gently. "Is it worse because of the cold?" "Mhm," is all that Edelgard can choke out, far too focused on her bladder, brimming full. "Gods you are so attractive right now El." Byleth's breath is hot and uneven, coming in bursts against the Emperor's ear. She really is getting quite worked up about the whole situation. "I'm sure you're just dying to let go, but please hold it in for me a little longer. I know you can do it." "I really don't know how much longer I can," she manages to whine, not caring how childish it makes her sound. A rustling of fabric pricks her ears, but she is far too focused on her dire situation that she cannot figure out what the sound is. Seconds later, the answer is given to her. Byleth wraps her arms around her, pulling her in close. But Edelgard cannot help the small squeak that escapes her lips. Byleth's voluptuous breasts, bare just like hers, press delightfully against her back. She has not felt this bliss in years and she loses herself to it for an instant, a mistake that proves to be fatal. A small trickle of urine escapes the iron hold she maintains on her bladder. The organ is so overly full that she is truly amazed she still manages to hold back at all. But that little lapse in focus nearly cost her. Gasping, Edelgard jams her hands between her thighs, squeezing hard until she regains some modicum of control. "That's it, my love. Hold back, no matter what. You can wait, I know you can last longer than this." "B-Byleth, I don't want to wet myself here," she manages between labored gasps for air. The woman behind her wraps her in a loose hug again and nestles her head into the crook of Edelgard's neck and shoulder. "You won't wet yourself." "I don't think it'll be a matter of choice for much longer, no matter how much you want me to wait. I'm really struggling here!" she pants, her eyes squeezing shut as she tenses every muscle in her body to maintain control. "Relax El, I won't let you wet yourself. I was never going to. But I won't help you until you can look me in the eyes and tell me you can't last a single second longer. Well? Are you truly at your breaking point? Will you explode right now if I don't intervene?" Edelgard considers her for a moment. She wants to let this terrible pressure out so much that it consumes every thought. She has been putting off going for hours and the bliss of relief will feel so indescribably wonderful. But…Byleth is enjoying the sight so much. The lovers have not had a night like this in years and it seems a shame to give in so early when her Sensei is so obviously enamored with her struggle. Slowly, she shakes her head. "N-no. I can still wait." Edelgard feels the air hitch in Byleth's chest before she draws a shaky breath and responds. "Gods, I want you so badly." Byleth runs her fingers through Edelgard's hair before twisting her hand and pulling lightly, just the way she likes. Her lover forces her head to the side and she kisses her desperately, her tongue forcing itself into the Emperor's mouth. Edelgard is stunned by her aggressiveness. She had always been the one to take the lead in the past, but this is something new. Her desire is so great Edelgard can practically taste it. Byleth's free hand returns to her chest, rubbing her bare breast gently, her calloused fingers grazing across her nipple. Edelgard moans loudly into Byleth's mouth, clamping down with her legs as her bladder begs for release yet again. She refuses to allow it. Now that she has experienced just how desperately turned on it makes her lover to see her struggle with a full bladder, she wishes to wait as long as possible. A moment later, though, Byleth makes a move that startles Edelgard. The free hand that has been rubbing her chest takes a dive, inching slowly down her stomach and approaching her lower abdomen with deliberate softness. Edelgard's eyes shoot open and she squeaks, knowing where her lover is heading. Byleth's hand rests gingerly atop her aching bladder but does not press down. She adds no extra pressure to the agonizingly full organ but this does not stop Edelgard from panicking. She shakes her head and makes frantic little noises, trying to warn Byleth away. If she becomes possessed by excitement and adds even the faintest amount of pressure, her control will be lost immediately. Byleth pulls back, breathing hard and meeting the Emperor's eyes. "Don't worry El, I'm not going to push on it. I don't want you to burst because of me. I want to see you wait to your absolute limit," she promises, her face flushed and her eyes glazed over with desire. Edelgard cannot help but squirm needily under her touch. "Byleth, gods I don't think you have any idea how precarious things are right now! If you even so much as rest your palm against me, I think I'll explode." Sweat is beading on her forehead again despite the cold air around her and her breathing is ragged. "I think I do know. When I brushed against you before I could tell just how full you really are. Your bladder is rock hard, El. I can see it sticking out just below your abdomen. You certainly weren't exaggerating when you said you urgently needed to use the lavatory earlier." "I told you," she pouts, chewing the inside of her lip anxiously. "I believed you. I just knew you could wait." Edelgard watches as Byleth looks her deeply in the eyes, considering her for several long moments. The Emperor takes stock of herself and realizes she must look like a fool. Her legs are crossed and squeezed together so tightly she is almost losing feeling in them. Her entire body is tense, she is sweating from the herculean effort of keeping her undergarments dry, and her breathing is shallow and quick, as if she has just finished partaking in a particularly difficult battle. She realizes now that she cannot draw a full breath; just the act of filling up her lungs entirely strains her bladder and puts so much pressure on it that she feels her control slipping. Her racing mind grinds to a halt when her lover speaks again. "El…can I touch it? I won't press, but…I really want to feel," she admits, her face glowing red and her breathing quick and nervous. Edelgard finds herself extremely anxious at the prospect. One wrong move and she might just soak the floor. "I…Byleth…I don't know…" "I'll be so gentle, I promise. Trust me." Edelgard meets her bright eyes and nods at last. "Of course I trust you…okay. Please be careful." Byleth lowers her hand and her palm meets Edelgard's sensitive skin. The motion is gentle and delicate, but even the graze of skin against the bursting organ is enough to cause a miserable ache of need and longing to race through her body, shivers of agony surging down every nerve. Edelgard bites her lip and seizes Byleth's wrist on instinct. She doesn't pull her hand away but relishes the comfort in knowing she has the option if worse comes to worst. "Oh darling, you're so full. I've been in some battles in the past where I've gotten particularly desperate too, but never like this. How have managed to last this long?" Her eyes are wide and stunned. Edelgard shakes her head, not entirely sure herself. "I just got lost in my letters. Truthfully, I wanted them done so we could have all day tomorrow together. I guess I got carried away, huh?" She grimaces as her bladder throbs again. "Perhaps a little. But I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't glad for it." Edelgard loses herself in Byleth's eyes. She is so gentle and comforting, even when she was playing the strict and dominating role before. Byleth will never hurt her, never betray her. It had all been worth it, waiting those five long years. The Emperor's thoughts are interrupted as a deep, burning spasm rocks her body. She trembles against her will, the sweat upon her brow worsening. She feels another trickle of urine escape her cast-iron grip and her face reddens. Her poor bladder, exhausted from hours of waiting, is finally giving out. She can feel it. "Ah! Byleth!" she squeaks, looking at her lover in horror. Byleth looks down and notices the intensity Edelgard is squeezing her thighs with. She can feel Edelgard's bladder pulsing beneath her pale skin. Her whole body is shaking from head to toe. "Is this your limit, my love?" Edelgard nods frantically. "Time for lesson two then." "Lesson two?" she asks, her eyes widening in fear. "You can always last just a bit longer." Byleth's eyes are half-lidded and her chest heaves with excitement. Edelgard cannot suppress the urges she feels any longer though and twists legs around one another, squeezing with everything she has. "I can't wait a bit longer!" "Yes you can. I know you can. Two more minutes, El. Just hold it for two more minutes, okay?" The Emperor is frantic beyond reason. "Y-you can't be serious! I thought you said you'd help me before I wet myself!" Byleth smiles at her, a devious twinkling in her eye. "I will. But I also said no comfort breaks for the first thirty minutes of class. I'm afraid it's only been twenty-eight minutes, sweetheart. So you still have to wait for two minutes, okay?" Edelgard is torn in so many directions. Her bladder aches so badly she almost wants to cry and yet the extreme excitement that seems to have possesses her lover is intoxicating. She cannot get enough of it. Strangely enough, she finds herself quite aroused as well. Is this a result of her Sensei's teasing or of her bladder being so full? "F-fine. I'll wait. I can make it. I can make it…" "That's my El. You've already lasted a quarter of the time left. Just hold on. I'm sure you've been in worse situations before, right?" Edelgard feels her trembling body spasm again, and a tiny trickle of urine escapes once more. She feels the ocean within her sitting right at the edge of her body, her control dangerously close to slipping away. Shaking her head, she finally responds. "I d-don't think so…this is truly the most desperate I think I've ever been in my life…" "Mm, tell me what it feels like, love…please…" It isn't lost on Edelgard that Byleth has stopped teasing her physically. The woman wants to see if she can last without distraction. Her bladder is the focus now. She very much wants to live up to her Sensei's expectations. She just has to wait a little longer and then she can let go…right? "I'm…I feel like I'm walking on a tightrope. If I fall too far to one side or the other, I'll lose it. My body feels hot…if I breathe fully I'll burst. My heart is pouding…gods, Byleth, please let me go! I have to go so badly! I can't take it!" "Yes you can," she whispers, reassuring the panicking Emperor. "Only one more minute now, El. You're almost there. Hold on tight, okay?" Edelgard only manages a whimper in response. She is shivering from head to toe, her thighs trembling and shaking as if the very ground beneath her were vibrating. Her bladder pulses again and again, the hours of pent-up urine boiling within her exhausted body fighting to escape. Her control slips again for just an instant and another trickle of urine escapes. She is panicking now. Her control is slowly evaporating right before her very eyes. "I can't take it anymore, Byleth! This is my limit! I need to go right now!" "Thirty more seconds, El. Surely you can last thirty more seconds, right? "I can't!" "Lesson three: sometimes you just have to hold it in, even when you're bursting and frantic." "I've been holding it in! I'm…I'm losing it!" A powerful spurt shoots into her undergarments despite her best efforts and she squeals, clamping down with everything she has, her hands grasping between her legs and holding on for dear life. Finally, Byleth slowly releases her and stands up, kneeling beside the bed and fiddling with a drawer in the nightstand. Edelgard is curious what she might be doing but cannot focus on anything but the impending flood. She is truly seconds away from losing all control. When Byleth turns back, she holds in her hands a large chamber pot. Edelgard is shocked. "How long has that been there? I had no idea something like that existed in this room!" she manages to squeak. Byleth shakes her head. "I'll explain later. For now, this is how you're going to get your relief. As long as you don't mind going in front of me," she teases. Edelgard blushes hard but cannot find it within her to care. "I don't have a choice! I'll never make it to the lavatory in this state!" Edelgard reaches for the chamber pot, but Byleth pulls it away. The Emperor's eyes widen in panic as another trickle escapes, this one beginning to snake down her leg. "Byleth, please!" "Ten seconds, darling." Ten. She shakes incessantly from head to toe. Nine. Byleth watches with half-lidded eyes, breathing hard. Eight. Edelgard whimpers and whines despite herself. Seven. Her Sensei gets the chamber pot ready, just in case. Six. The Emperor squeezes with everything she has, jamming her fingers between her legs. Five. She feels the pressure begin to overwhelm her. Four. Another powerful spurt bursts into her undergarments. Three. She feels the flood right at the edge, her control slipping. Two. Her heart begins to race as she feels herself about to lose control. One. She clamps down with everything she has one last time. She is so close. Zero. "Okay, my love. It's been thirty minutes exactly." Edelgard reaches for the chamber pot frantically, but Byleth again denies her, a devilish grin on her face. "But is this truly your limit? Look me in the eyes and tell me you'll burst if you have to wait a single second longer." The glaze of lust clouds her eyes again and Edelgard knows she has to say it. "I can't wait another moment, Byleth! It's either in that pot or on the carpet, right now!" Byleth seizes the opportunity to tease her one more time. "My, how unbecoming of our Emperor to say such a thing. But look, you managed to last another moment and you didn't explode yet! Are you sure you don't have a little longer in you?" "Sensei!" "Back to 'Sensei,' huh? Okay, okay, I've teased you long enough." Byleth offers her the chamber pot at long last and Edelgard seizes it, already yanking her undergarments down with her other hand. A tiny trickle again forces itself out, running down her leg and sending her into complete panic. She feels the liquid right at the very edge, threatening to escape before she finishes readying herself. Luckily, she manages to straddle the basin just in time, collapsing to her knees as urine erupts from her body. Edelgard sighs heavily and relaxes for the first time in hours. The hot urine exploding from her body splashes noisily into the basin between her thighs. The unbridled bliss of her release is intoxicating. She can quite literally feel her bladder beginning to slowly deflate, the bulge in her lower abdomen lessening with every few seconds. She has been holding so much for so long and is finally experiencing the relief she so desperately needed. Somewhere along the way, she becomes acutely aware of the fact that her powerful stream is causing her to feel incredibly good, almost as if she were being brought to orgasm by a familiar green-haired succubus. Despite herself, Edelgard moans loudly. "Gods, this feels so good. I could almost climax from this." Suddenly, she feels a familiar set of hands snake under her arms and begin to rub her breasts again, kneading delightfully as they squeeze her nipples. Edelgard squeaks loudly, her stream halting for just a second, and feels Byleth press her bare chest against her back. "That can be arranged, El; I had no idea it would feel that good. Let me help." Edelgard cannot manage to form words as too many wonderful sensations overwhelm her. Her bladder begins to empty again, her stream loud and strong. Byleth's determined hands work her breasts, more specifically the sensitive nubs in their centers, eager to bring her over the edge. Finally, when she feels her body building with the burning need to finish, Byleth takes her ear and licks it tantalizingly. That did the trick. Edelgard moans without any care for how loud she is as she climaxes hard. Her body shakes and convulses, her stream sputtering but never fully stopping. Byleth continues to push her further and further, squeezing Edelgard's chest delightfully and rubbing her own breasts against her. Her Sensei sucks on her ear and nibbles until her orgasm and her stream are finally finished. Edelgard is breathing heavily, thoroughly spent from the overwhelming relief and satisfaction she just experienced. She has never imagined it possible to climax while urinating before. It is a strange, foreign feeling, and yet her body feels so wholly fulfilled that she cannot imagine anything ever feeling better. Slowly, she becomes aware that Byleth is not pressed against her any longer. Turning her head, she blushes as she sees the woman tossing her sleeping shorts to the ground, lying fully naked on the bed. "Come here right now. I need you so badly." Edelgard smirks; Byleth is usually much more composed than this but seeing her display has clearly done a number on her. Discarding her damp undergarments, the Emperor enters the bed, lying atop her lover and kissing her aggressively. Byleth is mewling and grinding against her leg, so desperate to climax herself. Edelgard lowers her mouth and begins to suck on her exquisite breasts, delighting in the whimpers and gasps of need she elicits. "Oh gods, El, please make me finish..." Edelgard laughs lightly. "My, my, you're so needy Byleth. Well, mine felt better than anything I've ever experienced before, so I suppose I can make sure you feel good too as a thank you." Edelgard lowers her head between her lover's legs and begins to lick and suck delightfully. Byleth seizes her head and forces her in deeper. "El!" It only takes seconds for Byleth to climax harder than she ever has in her entire life. Fin
  2. Hey! It’s been a long time since my last post. I’ll spare you all the details and just say I’ve been dealing with some health stuff the last year or so, but I’m on the mend and mostly back to my old self again, blessedly. I haven’t written too much out here, but everything I have has been a story I’ve invented or observed. I haven’t written very much about the moments I’ve experienced myself. So here’s a story from a few years back about that exact topic. I have a few stories from seeing movies, but one that always sticks out in my mind is this. Midsommar came out during the summer of 2019, and I was curious to see it from the first trailer I saw. I’m a big fan of horror movies and I wanted to see what it was all about. As it turned out, it was a bit different than I was expecting, but we’re not really here for a movie review. Besides, the other stories happening during the movie turned out to be a lot more fun and interesting anyway. Most of my friends don’t like anything remotely horror. And while this movie isn’t horror in the “jump scares and demonic curses” sense, there were some pretty horrifying elements to it. Which meant I was mostly on my own to see it. I was surprised to find out, though, that a formerly very close friend of mine was also interested in seeing it. I’ll call her Sarah for the sake of this story. See, Sarah and I had been very close friends once; she was dating one of my best friends and we spent a lot of time together as a result. There was a time that we used to get dinner and hang out with a good measure of frequency and we kept up with each other’s lives after the two of them moved a bit further away. Over the years though, we drifted apart. Not to a point where we weren’t still friends, but to the point where we only saw each other in groups and our only communication outside of that was the errant phone call while one of us was driving somewhere and knew the other was free. So when Sarah said she’d be down to see the movie with me and we actually planned the day, I was looking forward to it! It would be nice to see the movie and reconnect with my old friend in the process. Too much had she started to feel like “my best friend’s girlfriend” instead of “my friend” the way she once had and I hoped that this might be a nice opportunity to at least catch up if nothing else. We agreed to meet up early and drive together so we could hang and chat for the afternoon, deciding to grab sushi for lunch beforehand as well as a place nearby. Lunch was excellent and we had a great time. I was pretty aware of what I was drinking at lunch, though. In the few years beforehand, I had had some close calls during movies and wanted to avoid another that day. I hate getting up during films and am generally pretty careful about not drinking too much and making my life difficult, though sometimes it doesn’t matter anyway. During this particular lunch, I had a small cup of water. That was it; just one of those small plastic restaurant water cups that are all over the US. I figured that wouldn’t be nearly enough to fill me up too quickly. Sarah had a water as well and after lunch we headed over to the theatre a few short blocks away. This was one of those nice theatres where the individual screening rooms have those recliner chairs in them so we’d have plenty of room to ourselves to get comfy and relax. Once we got there, memories of the last few movies I’d seen came to mind and I decided to go use the restroom before we headed to the theatre. While I was gone, Sarah actually got herself a large Coke and a little snack (I can’t remember what). As we passed the ladies room, she asked if I’d hold her stuff while she ran in before the movie, which I of course did. With all that taken care of, we headed into the theatre and found our seats probably fifteen minutes before the movie started. Or at least before the previews started. That’s important because those probably added twenty minutes to the runtime overall. Midsommar was already a nearly 3 hour movie so to add it all together probably adds up to a little over 3. I figured I’d be fine anyway though. I tend to have pretty good bladder control in general, but for whatever reason, movies always affect me differently. Maybe it’s psychosomatic. Either way, the previews ended and the movie finally began. The first half of the movie was pretty much as expected; we relaxed, watched the film, and I noticed that Sarah sipped her Coke quite frequently. By about the halfway point I heard her hit the end of it. Damn; I was surprised she’d already put away the 64oz. soda and idly wondered if she’d be okay till the end of the movie. Around the same time, I started to notice a building pressure in my own bladder. I was slightly annoyed at this because I had been so careful not to over hydrate. Oh well, it wasn’t that bad. I’d be fine till the end of the movie, I figured. Another half hour later (probably about 2 hours into the movie), I felt like I had overestimated myself. My bladder had gone from that comfortable fullness that most of here probably enjoy to a pretty prominent aching. Luckily, the chair I was in was large and comfortable so at least I wasn’t squished up. In the position I was in, I only really noticed it if I was moving. Another fifteen minutes later or so, that ache was a pretty constant dull throbbing and my bladder was getting hard to the touch. I had to pee pretty badly now. Honestly, I was wondering if I’d really make it to the end of the movie or if I’d have to swallow my pride and throw in the towel early. It was about the time I had that thought that Sarah leaned over and spoke softly to me, so as not to interrupt the movie for the few other people there with us. “I have to pee really bad. I’m gonna go after this scene.” I told her I’d let her know what happened while she was gone and she went back to waiting, clearly a bit anxious. Now, to remind everyone, this is the girlfriend of one of my best friends I’m spending the day with, and I never saw her in a light of lust or desire. But I did find myself wondering how badly she must have to go if she was willing to give in during the movie. Certainly as badly as I did, maybe worse. Probably worse, actually. I didn’t drain a large Coke in the first hour and a half of the movie. The scene finally changed and Sarah wasted no time in jumping up from her seat and hurrying out of the theatre. I watched her go, part of me very jealous of the fact that she was on her way to the sweet relief I so desperately needed too. I grit my teeth and forced myself to relax though. If I really wanted to, I could leave myself. But I wasn’t ready to give in just yet. Sarah returned after a few short minutes and I caught her up on the movie before turning my attention back to the screen. Actually, only half my attention was on the screen. The throbbing ache in my lower abdomen had become a constant pang of need. I was really full, fuller than I had been in a long time. I tried to stay as still as possible since every motion made my bladder cry out with need. My best guess was there was about 20 minutes of movie left. I honestly wasn’t sure if I’d make it that long. The next several minutes were some of the longest and most uncomfortable of my life…but the masochistic omorashi lover in me also immensely enjoyed it. I honestly don’t remember a lot about the end of the movie because I was so focused on just holding on till the end and getting my relief. I was tense and nervous, shaking my leg without even realizing it and taking relatively shallow breaths so I didn’t stretch my bladder too far. I wondered if Sarah could notice my predicament but now that she was relaxed and comfortable again, she was wholly engrossed in the movie again, so I didn’t have to worry about that. At long, long last, the credits began to roll. Being conditioned by Marvel films at the time, part of me wondered if I’d have to wait for an end credits scene, but as Sarah moved to stand up I was reminded that this wasn’t, in fact, a movie made to spawn a multibillion dollar franchise. “Ready to go?” she asked me. I agreed and rose gingerly to my feet, the true magnitude of my predicament hitting me. With gravity pulling down on it, I became immediately aware of the fact that my bladder was bursting full. It was hard as a rock and felt like a lead ball resting in my lower abdomen. I still had to make sure I was taking relaxed breaths so I didn’t put too much extra pressure on it. I was so desperate I could barely stand up straight. I forced my body to rise to its full height though; I didn’t want to give away how bad off I was to Sarah as we left the theatre. She led the way and we headed back down the hallway to the exit. She pushed out the door and immediately started heading left. For a moment, I panicked. To the left was the side exit back out to the parking lot and she was clearly heading towards the car already. Now, despite my deep enjoyment of omorashi, I’m very shy about people knowing I need to use the restroom. Always have been, probably always will be. But a quick self-assessment told me I had no choice. If I tried to make it home, I’d probably pop. And if I thought telling her I needed to go was embarrassing, legitimately losing control of myself in front of her would be mortifying and something I wasn’t willing to risk. “Oh Sarah, hang on. I’m gonna run to the bathroom before we leave.” I tried to make it sound as casual as I could so she didn’t see my intense desperation. “Oh sure! No worries!” She turned back and followed me down the longest hallway of my life back to the main lobby. I was getting more anxious by the step and I felt my bladder begging me for relief, screaming for the release it needed. I was tensing and clenching every muscle I could to hold back. It felt like an ocean was trying to push itself out from within me. I truly wasn’t sure how I hadn’t blown yet. Sarah said she’d wait for me across the lobby and I hurried off (as casually as possible) to the men’s room. Sometimes even the men’s room has a line after a movie ends, but our movie hadn’t had many people in it and this restroom was much larger than the one at the theatre I was used to, so I found a urinal right away. Thank god. I wasn’t sure how much longer I had left in me. It felt like seconds at best, being so close to release. It took a few seconds for me to finally relax enough to let go but once it started, I just exploded. It was maybe the most satisfying piss of my entire life. I couldn’t help but sigh as the immense relief washed over me and actually got a little dizzy as the satisfaction overtook my body. I must’ve kept going for upwards of a minute; I shocked myself a bit, honestly. Even without having had much to drink that day in preparation for the movie, I had still become fuller than I ever remembered being before. Except maybe one other movie I’d seen a year or two before. After I was finally finished, I just stood there and relished the sweet relief for a few seconds. I hadn’t felt relaxed for probably two hours at that point and being rid of the extreme pressure I had been under was indescribably satisfying. Finally, I washed my hands and headed back out to meet up with Sarah. We drove home, discussing what we thought of the movie, and that was the end of the day. Years later, Sarah and my best friend are no longer dating. She doesn’t really talk to any of us in our group anymore, myself included, which is totally understandable. But this memory occasionally crops up as one of the most sincerely and unintentionally desperate moments of my young adult life. And while Sarah was only tangentially a part of that, I do somewhat associate the memory with her since it was one of the last things we ever did before the pandemic and, as a result, one of the last times I ever saw her. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed a short, sweet retelling of one of my own personal experiences. I have a few more, one of which is also movie based (Hereditary in…whatever year that came out) and several that I’ve witnessed over the years that have happened around me. I’ll post some more soon, hopefully with less time between posts! Take care everyone!
  3. I've been really enjoying Resident Evil games lately and thought I'd try my hand at reimagining the opening scenes of Claire's story from RE2 Remake. I might've gotten a bit carried away with this one; it wound up being 18 pages in my word processor 😅 I hope you enjoy it all the same though! I thought this could be an interesting way to try a "horror omorashi" story, so I wanted to see what I could do with it. I think the settings could have been described a bit more in detail to paint a more clear picture, but with the length this story already was I opted not to do it this time. Besides, the omorashi part of the story is the more important thing here than the horror elements, right?? Disclaimer: For those who don't know Resident Evil (and those who do), this story depicts zombies through some graphic depictions of their appearance and some graphic descriptions of their actions. Part of the fun of writing to me is painting vivid pictures that engross every sense, so there is a bit of somewhat-disturbing imagery once in a while, though it of course isn't the main focus. Please feel free to skip if that isn't your thing, and otherwise, please enjoy! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Outbreak Panic It was dark. Extremely dark. Frigid rain spattered off her helmet relentlessly as her motorcycle sped down the deserted highway. The only light that pierced the blanket of night was the bright headlamp she had on the front of her bike. An uneasiness had filled her chest for weeks and as she rode ever-towards Raccoon City the feeling began to morph into an uncomfortable anxiety. She was, of course, Claire Redfield, and for a month she hadn’t heard from her brother Chris. The last thing she’d known, he and the special team he was a part of at the Raccoon Police Department had been dispatched to find their missing comrades. Since she hadn’t heard from her brother following that mission and no one seemed be able to shed any light on the situation, Claire had taken it upon herself to travel the several hundred miles to her brother’s home town and make sure the bonehead was okay. At last, she spied a gas station up ahead, a beacon of civilization in the otherwise barren wasteland of the American Midwest. The only thing there ever was to see in this goddamn place are the Arklays. Why did people come here and stay? Truth be told, Claire was honestly quite glad to see the lone outpost on the long road to nowhere. Her clothes soaked through and needed drying, her legs were stiff and needed stretching, and her bladder was full and needed emptying. It had been a long day of traveling. The last time she had stopped had been for dinner five hours ago. The water she’d had with her cheeseburger had taken a little while to catch up with her, but for the last little while, the rain pelting her skin, splashing on the road around her, trickling down her hands and cheeks, had reminded her of her steadily filling bladder. She’d spent the better part of the last hour actively looking for a place to stop and relieve herself. But while this gas station was at least somewhere she could do just that, she wasn’t exactly thrilled about the prospect of using any restroom at a run-down dump like this. Oh well, beggars can’t be choosers, I guess. And I don’t really have the luxury of waiting till the city I don’t think… As Claire pulled beneath the overhang that shielded the gas pumps from the sky above, she relished the feeling of the freezing rain disappearing at last. It had been hours, and while she had her red leather jacket to protect her from some of the rain, her jeans were more than soaked. Blessedly it was only with rainwater. Stepping on the kickstand, she took her helmet off, shaking her head and running her hands through her untied hair. Glancing around, she was a bit surprised to see the store dark, but then again, it was possible the windows were just tinted. The lights were on outside at any rate, they should be open. She grabbed a nearby pump and began filling up her bike, glancing around the front of the gas station as she did so. She noticed an empty police car with the driver’s side door standing wide open, though the engine was running idly. That’s odd. Maybe there was a disturbance inside. Or a suspect went fleeing on foot and the officer chased them? Finishing her scan of the lot, her eyes fell on a payphone tucked neatly into an old phone booth The letter her best friend and roommate Sarah had left in her bag suddenly played through her mind: “Just promise you’ll call when you get to Raccoon City. Don’t leave your bestest best friend hanging, OK!?.” Claire smiled and walked towards the booth first, assessing her still-growing need to pee. Her bladder wasn’t so full she needed to hurry to the restroom right this moment; she could wait a bit longer, plus a phone call would make Sarah feel much more at ease. Glancing at her watch, Claire noted that it was almost 10pm. She should still be awake. Grabbing the phone and dialing her roommate, she waited impatiently as the phone rang several times. The rain pattering the glass of the phone booth and splashing relentlessly on the asphalt nearby was causing her bladder to pulse angrily. Relax, I know. We’ll pee in a few minutes, okay? It’s just inside this building. Finally, Sarah answered the phone, some loud music playing in the background. “Hello?” she called over the noise. Claire smiled imagining her best friend dancing around with reckless abandon while she had the place to herself. “Sarah, it’s Claire!” “Oh! Hang on!” The unmistakable sound of the receiver being placed on the desk sounded in Claire’s ear as she heard hurried footsteps. A moment later, the music disappeared and the footsteps rushed back to the phone. “Hey girly! How’s the trip?” Sarah was in high spirits. Claire, however, wasn’t as chipper. “I hate this fucking place. It’s in the middle of absolutely nowhere. It’s raining and I’m soaked and freezing and I’ve had to pee pretty bad for more than an hour now.” “Jeez, sounds like you’re living the high life out there in the boonies. Are you at your hotel then?” “No, I stopped at a gas station about thirty minutes outside of town. I could stand to top off the bike for the last little leg of the trip, but honestly I needed to stop for the restroom more than the gas.” “Well I’m glad you’re close now. When you find that brother of yours, give him hell for making you worry so much that you went through all this just to make sure he’s okay!” Claire laughed genuinely. It always lifted her spirits to talk to Sarah like this. “I will! He better make this up to me!” Sarah chuckled in turn. “All right girly, I know you have to pee so I’ll let you go. You be careful out there all right? It’s not safe for a hot, young college girl like you to travel alone.” There was a hint of playful teasing at the end there, but Claire knew Sarah well enough to know she was genuinely concerned too. “I promise I’ll be safe, Chris taught me how to take care of myself.” “Yeah, yeah, but that doesn’t make you invincible Claire. You still have your gun right?” “Always.” “Good. Just keep it handy in case any perverts or assholes try anything. A dead shot like you isn’t someone they want to cross.” “I’ll keep it on me, and I’ll call you tomorrow when I find Chris.” “I’ll be waiting! Be safe, talk to you tomorrow!” “Goodnight!” Claire hung up the receiver and sighed a bit to herself, a derisive smile spreading across her face. Why does everyone think I’m gonna get into trouble? As she exited the phone booth, her bladder pulsed noticeably again. Okay, time to find the restroom, this is getting pre-ty bad. Before she could take another step, however, she heard the sound of shattering glass from inside the gas station convenience store. Concerned that someone inside might have injured themselves, she approached the door and called out to whoever was inside: “Hello? Everything okay in there?” There was no answer so Claire eased the front door open only to discover that the windows were, in fact, not tinted whatsoever. The lights were out and the shop looked as if it were in some state of disarray. Had there been a struggle here after all? Maybe the police had come to break it up; that would explain the abandoned police cruiser outside. She saw a flashlight lying on the floor in front of her, recently abandoned since the light was still on, and knelt down to pick it up, an uncomfortable pain emanating from where her belt dug into her bladder. Now wasn’t the time to worry about that, though. Something felt…off… Lifting the flashlight into her left hand, she walked cautiously among the shelves searching for anyone who might be there still. “Hello? Anyone here?” Her loud voice echoed off the walls and reverberated around the room, but still no one answered. Why wasn’t anyone answering? Rounding the corner of the display stands, she saw a police officer sitting on the ground next to the door, his left hand holding his neck to stop a severe amount of bleeding and his head drooping towards the floor. He looked like he wasn’t long for this world. Claire hurried towards him, fear gripping her heart. Who could have done something like that and left him for dead? Were they still inside the building somewhere? “What happened?” she asked him, speaking loudly enough to try to keep him anchored in reality. The officer didn’t raise his head nor speak. He just grunted and pointed to the door over his right shoulder with all the energy he could pull together. Someone’s still in here. “I’ll take a look, just stay here and rest,” she tried to reassure him. He let his arm fall to the side and slumped further against the wall. She’d have to deal with this fast so she could make sure the man had the medical attention he needed. Her bladder reminded her that she needed to deal with this fast for her own sake as well, sending an angry contraction through her body that caused her to inhale sharply. Why now of all times? Claire reached into the pack on her hip and drew a small handgun from it, making sure it was loaded before snapping the chamber back into place. Chris had given her this gun a long time ago for self-defense and she had kept it with her almost all the time when she’d gone out ever since. Crossing her flashlight hand underneath her pistol, she took a steadying breath and squeezed her thighs tightly together for a moment to give herself some relief. She’d be through this soon, it would be okay. Easing the metal door open, Claire pointed her light down the dark hallway. Nothing but another door awaited her at the far end and she stepped forward purposefully. As she approached the next door, she heard struggling and what seemed to be growling. Hurrying the last few steps, she pushed open the door and found a second officer pinning another man against the wall. “Is everything okay back here?” The officer glanced over his shoulder. “Stay back ma’am, I’ll take care of this.” But before the officer could even turn back, the man he had pinned pushed him hard away and tackled him to the ground. Though it wasn’t so much a tackle as a slow body slam of sorts. Claire watched, unsure of what to do as the officer struggled, but her uncertainty slowly turned to horror as the man on top of the officer bit into his neck violently. The officer screamed and Claire recoiled involuntarily. “What are you doing?” Claire demanded, her voice betraying the shock and fear she felt. But he didn’t stop and began dig his teeth in deeper. The officer let out a terrible shriek as a large strip of flesh began being torn from his neck. “Get off of him right now!” She aimed her handgun at the man attacking the officer but it was too late. He ripped the strip of flesh free and the officer fell to the ground motionless. Claire felt her stomach churn as the man looked up slowly towards her. But he wasn’t a man at all. Its face was sickly and grey. It almost looked as if its very flesh was rotting. Its eyes were fogged over and the pupils had vanished behind a murky cloud of blue. The right side of its face was torn open and blood covered the mouth from where it had assaulted the poor officer moments before. It spoke no words but instead groaned and grunted as if it no longer possessed the ability to speak. And its sights were now set on Claire. As the creature began to slowly rise to its feet, Claire felt an abject terror race through her body, so powerful she almost lost control of her bladder and wet herself right there. A spurt of pee shot into her panties, but muscle memory caused her to clench tightly and hold back the flood. There were much more important things to deal with right now. She began to back away towards the door but the creature was finally on its feet and walking towards her. Except it didn’t seem to possess much in the way of motor skills anymore. It was shambling towards her at best, very slowly but with determination. Claire felt the doorway behind her and turned, running back the way she’d come. She glanced over her shoulder and noted the monster hadn’t even entered the hallway yet so she turned her attention to the door which was closed now. Giving it a hard shove gave no result and the door remained shut firmly. “Fuck!” Claire kicked the door and yanked on the handle but still the metal frame denied her escape. The sounds of shuffling progress and groaning caused her to turn her attention back to the hallway. The shell-of-a-man was about halfway to her now and Claire took a deep breath. Chris had never prepared her for this but he had taught her quite a bit. Whatever this creature was, it wasn’t human anymore. So Claire had little hesitation in aiming her gun again and setting her sights right on its head. Her right index finger squeezed hard and the gun fired, the bullet landing squarely between the creature’s eyes. It stumbled backward and Claire allowed herself a moment of celebration. But that moment turned to terrified confusion as the thing took a moment to steady itself and lowered its head again. There was clearly a large bullet wound right between its eyes, but that had done nothing to take it down. Panicking, Claire fired again. And again. And again. Finally, the monster was starting to be affected by her bullets. After the fourth shot, it fell to its knees and collapsed forward, face-first on the floor. Letting out the breath she’d been holding, Claire seized her opportunity to get out of the corner and ran past the thing on the floor. As she did so, she heard it groan and begin to move very slowly to stand again. Fuck! I have to get out of here! Claire returned to the storeroom she’d entered before and saw that the policeman was still lying on the ground, immobile. Glancing frantically around, she saw a doorway that led out to the main floor of the store, her ticket out of this nightmare. Testing the handle, she found that it, too, was locked. “Goddammit!” The shuffling from the hallway was getting louder and Claire reached into her bag, grabbing a few extra bullets. Panicking, she fumbled with the barrel of her weapon, finally managing to reload it entirely as the shambling monster reached the doorway and noticed her on its right. It turned and approached her slowly but Claire ducked to the right, around the support pillar and dodging the creature for now. She hurried deeper into the storeroom. There must be a key for that door in here. Running down a narrow path between two large shelving units, she found a desk at the end. There was a map of the convenience store on it detailing what appeared to be the security camera locations and, blessedly, a silver key sparkled under the dim moonlight. Pointing her flashlight at it, the engraving on it said “storeroom.” This was what she had hoped to find. A loud groan from behind her caused her to wheel around suddenly and her flashlight illuminated the face of the monster at the end of the narrow corridor. She was trapped again, with less room to handle it this time. Fear welled up in Claire’s heart, so great that she momentarily lost control of herself again. Another hot spurt of pee burst from her aching bladder, causing her to gasp and clamp down hard with her thighs. If she peed herself now, she might actually make the floor too slick to get away from this thing and that would be the end for her. Steadying herself, she quelled the storm raging in her bladder and raised her fully-loaded revolver once more. Trying her best to assess the situation calmly, she remembered it had taken four of her five bullets to stun it last time. The bullets had clearly done some damage; she could see many holes in its head as it shuffled towards her. Obviously it wasn’t impervious to her weapon. It just had a constitution that limited their effectiveness. So if the head wouldn’t stun it for long, then perhaps this would. Claire aimed her gun at the thing’s legs and fired: once into the right thigh, a second into the left shin. The creature howled and collapsed to the ground immediately. The legs were a weak point after all. Seizing the key and starting forward, she fired one more bullet into its head to stun and disorient it as she passed by. It did the trick and she slipped by undisturbed. Rushing back to the door that led to the main floor of the convenience store again, she unlocked the door and threw it open. Finally, she was out of that miserable storeroom. But things weren’t much better outside. A crashing sound to her left startled her and another small jet of pee shot out of her against her will. Claire bent slightly at the waist and clamped off the flow again as her eyes darted towards the sound. Another man-turned-monster was throwing itself into the shelves that separated her from it, trying to get to her and, to her horror, the policeman who had been slumped by the doorway on her way in, was on his feet again. But this time, he looked rotten and possessed, as the thing in the back room had. “It’s like a nightmare! What is going on here?” she demanded of no one in particular, instead aiming her gun at the former police officer in front of her. She landed two well-aimed shots directly in its face and it fell over backwards, the kickback from her bullets aiding gravity enough to topple this more rotund monster. Her gun was out of bullets now and it would take too long to reload. I’ll have to make a break for it. As she rushed down the back isle towards the toppled officer, the shelves behind her crashed down and the thing that had caused her to pee a bit before began shambling determinedly after her. She rounded the corner quickly and made her way towards the front entrance again, when another one crashed through a nearby shelving unit. The entire structure came collapsing down towards her and she rushed forward, getting a bit unbalanced but not losing her footing. Reaching the door at last, Claire threw the entrance open only to come face to face with a young man around her age, this one with sandy hair swept to his right side, pointing a gun directly at her. Raising her hands above her head, she met his eyes and saw humanity in them. Finally, someone normal. Her thoughts were interrupted as her bladder contracted hard and she fought to hold it back once more. Trying her best not to dance and fidget on the spot, she spoke quickly. “Don’t shoot.” “Get down now!” he suddenly shouted. Claire didn’t need to be told twice. She dropped to the ground immediately, her bladder decrying this action with another painful squeeze, and the young man fired his gun once, nailing the monster that had been approaching her from behind right between the eyes. The power of his handgun was much greater than Claire’s evidently as half of its head exploded on impact and it collapsed to the ground on the back and stopped moving entirely. Claire rose to her feet immediately as her savior canvased the store and headed immediately towards the exit. “We’ve gotta get out of here, now.” The man offered no words of resistance, instead turning and following her out the door. Letting the door fall shut behind them, he glanced as Claire out of the corner of his eye. “You alright?” Already starting to reload her gun, Claire glanced at him and offered a smile. It wasn’t something she’d planned on doing, but rather something that happened naturally. She was just so glad to have found another person in this living hell. “Yeah, I think so. Thanks.” A gurgling screech tore their attention away from each other and out towards the parking lot again. A horde of the monsters from inside the store were limping and dragging themselves across the asphalt towards them. Three had surrounded her bike and another fifteen or so were focused directly on them. “Holy shit,” Claire managed in an anxious whisper. The door behind them rattled as a creature from inside slammed into it, the very same one the young man had just dropped with a precise headshot, and it screamed gutturally. The sound startled Claire and she pressed her legs together tightly to avoid leaking again. Her savior glanced back at the door and towards the lot again. “Come on, we have to go!” He hurried forward, ducking under the arms of one of the beasts as it swung at him, making a break for the abandoned police cruiser she’d seen before. Rushing forward, Claire ran for the passenger side but one of the things reached out to grab her. Acting on instinct rather than plan, she ducked and spun around him, shoving him to the ground with all her strength. It fell to the ground hard with sickening squelch. “Get in!” The man had already grabbed the wheel slammed his own door and Claire threw herself into the passenger seat, yanking the passenger side door behind her. She seized her seatbelt and buckled in quickly as her new partner released the hand brake and threw the shift into reverse. “Hang on.” He slammed his foot on the pedal and the car lurched backward quickly, jostling the two inside badly. The belt Claire had just fastened dug into her painfully full bladder and she squeezed her legs together tightly. She’d never actually had a chance to find the restroom she really needed. Oh well, there was nothing she could do about it now. Reaching the main road, the man threw the car into drive and stepped down on the pedal again, racing down the highway at last and leaving the hell of the gas station behind them. Claire had had to abandon her bike, but that was a very small price to pay for not becoming food for one of those monsters. Finally allowing herself to breathe a sigh of relief as silence and calmness descended over the car, Claire glanced out the back window and saw the corpse-like beings trudging around in the rain aimlessly, unable to keep up it seemed. At least they were slow. “What the hell is going on here?” she managed at last. The man shook his head. “I have no idea…hopefully they’ll have some answers for us back at the station.” “Wait, are you a cop?” “Yeah. Leon Kennedy. And you are?” “Claire Redfield.” “Do you live around here?” “No, I’m just here looking for my brother. He’s a cop out here too.” Leon paused for a moment as if trying to remember the name Redfield but seemed to come up blank. “Well, it’s a good thing we found each other then,” he offered instead. “Who knows what the hell we’ll run into next…” They continued to speed down the deserted road together, rain pelting the steel frame of the police cruiser relentlessly. The nightmare behind them had seemed too surreal and impossible to have been reality. But Claire had seen it with her own eyes, experienced it with all of her senses. The stink of death and decay. The sight of rot and cannibalism. The sounds of squelching flesh and guttural roars and screeches. The feel of cold, slimy, rubbery skin. “Those were honest-to-god zombies,” Claire managed quietly. Leon didn’t respond but didn’t scoff or dismiss her either. He’d seen the same disgusting, terrifying sights she’d seen. She couldn’t help herself but to continue. “Reanimated corpses. The dead come back to life…how the fuck did this happen?” Leon finally responded to her. “I can’t even begin to guess. I heard rumblings that the RPD was bringing civilians into the station and barricading it against some kind of threat. I never imagined something like this though.” Claire suppressed a shiver that had nothing to do with the freezing rain or frigid temperature. She had come face to face with the living dead and managed to escape. Hopefully she wouldn’t have to see those monsters ever again. But something told her this was just the beginning. The place she’d stopped for dinner earlier had been entirely normal and filled with friendly faces. But the second she had made it within miles of Raccoon City, she had been confronted with the stuff of nightmares. The only city nearby was very likely ground zero for whatever was going on. And she and Leon were headed right for the heart of it. *** After several minutes, Claire had relaxed as much as she could. Her clothes were still soaked through and she was still cold. To make matters worse, her very full bladder had come back to the forefront of her mind with a vengeance. The aftermath of what had happened at the gas station had been more than enough to force it from her mind for a few minutes, but all the ducking and dodging, running and shooting, it had all jostled and aggravated her bladder to the point that she was really starting to struggle to hold it back. She couldn’t exactly ask Leon to pull over and let her pee out in the open with zero cover and no lights to tell if one of those things was out there in the dark, just watching and waiting for them to stop. She’d be a little too embarrassed to admit it to a near-stranger anyway. So she’d just have to grit her teeth and hold it, no matter how desperate she got. She took the time to reload her handgun just in case, but that only kept her occupied for a few seconds at best. Blessedly, Leon gave her a distraction in the form of more conversation. “So what were you doing in there anyway? Did they chase you inside?” Claire shook her head. “No, I stopped there a few minutes before everything happened. It seemed totally normal at first. I filled up my bike and went inside to use the restroom but I heard a crashing sound. I found an officer injured and then found another alive trying to subdue one of those…zombies. But it killed him and then came after me. I managed to gun it down and slip by but that wasn’t enough for it to stay dead. Of course, I managed to get away in the end, thanks to you.” “I’m just so glad I showed up when I did. But it seems like you hardly needed my help. Aside from at the very end there, it sounds like you had the situation under control.” Claire laughed lightly. “I was taught well.” “By your brother?” “Yeah. Chris taught me all sorts of self-defense techniques. He also taught me how to use a gun and got this little one for me for protection.” “That’s where I know that name from. You’re Chris Redfield’s sister?” “Yep, that’s me. I haven’t heard from him in over a month and I got worried, so I decided to head out here and find him myself.” “He must mean a lot to you. I’m just a rookie at the station or I’d tell you what I can. All I know is that STARS went out on a mission last month and…only four of them came back. Chris was one of them, but I don’t know where they all went after that. In fact, STARS was disbanded following that incident…” Claire considered Leon’s words for a few moments. That meant Chris was alive…hopefully. If he was in this mess, she was a lot more concerned. But it was possible that maybe he wasn’t even in town. Maybe he’d just needed to get away from it all for a while. If only three other members of his team had come back from a mission then she could understand that affecting him pretty deeply. “Hopefully we’ll find your brother at the station. Maybe someone will have some answers for us there too.” Leon sounded more like he was convincing himself than comforting Claire though. “What if…we’re the only ones? What if no one else survived? Leon shook his head hard. “There are survivors, there have to be. This is a huge city. They can’t all be gone…” He trailed off and Claire felt her mind wander back to the impossibility of what she’d witnessed at the gas station. How had things turned out this way? All she’d wanted to do was make sure Chris was alive and okay, and no she was in the middle of the end of the world. Zombies, actual zombies were out there. She’d lost her motorcycle, she was stranded in the middle of nowhere as the world literally transformed into hell around her. She should never have come to this godforsaken place. Or at least stopped at that gas station. If there was one silver lining, at least she wasn’t alone anymore. Claire was shaken from her thoughts as her bladder throbbed uncomfortably. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and squirmed around, crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs tight. She was definitely desperate now. She hadn’t peed for five plus hours and right when she was about to get her relief, she’d been stopped by the most impossible cosmic event. Now that she was calmer again, she was painfully aware that she really had to pee. “Hey Leon, about how far out from the station are we?” He pondered her question before answering. “Probably another thirty minutes from here, counting the commute through town, twenty till we hit the Raccoon City limits. How come?” Claire decided she may as well just be honest instead of trying to hide the situation. They’d brushed shoulders with death already; what was a little embarrassment among new partners? She wouldn’t be able to hide it much longer anyway. “Well, like I said before, I stopped at the gas station to use the restroom, but I never got a chance to go with everything that happened. I just need to get someplace I can pee, fast.” Leon nodded his understanding. “We’ll be there soon and there are plenty of bathrooms at the station. Can you hold on for now?” Claire grimaced a bit. “I…I think so. I’ll manage somehow. It’s just, I’ve been holding on for hours now and it’s getting pretty bad. So, sorry if I start squirming around over here,” she managed, shifting uncomfortably in her seat and offering a sheepish smile. Leon chuckled. “Hey, it happens to all of us once in a while, right? Do what you’ve gotta do and I’ll get you there as fast as I can. Trust me, that’s the only place I want to be right now, too.” Claire nodded and focused on controlling herself. Despite the leaks she’d had back at the gas station, she was extremely full still and her bladder ached and throbbed. It was firm and hard to the touch. It felt tight too, like the surface of a drum head. She hadn’t experienced this feeling in a long time. It felt like an invisible hand had a firm grip on her bladder from the inside and was squeezing her just tightly enough to be really uncomfortable but not quite to the point of painful. Every few minutes she’d feel that grip tighten, squeezing harder for a few seconds as if trying to force her to pee right there. But still she managed to hold back. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could really last, though… *** By the time Leon finally drove the police cruiser into town, Claire Redfield was panicking and looking for a way out. It had only been about twenty minutes since she’d spoken up to him about needing to pee, but things were rapidly getting out of hand. She was maybe minutes from losing control and peeing her pants right there. The ghostly hand that squeezed her bladder was tightening its grip with each passing moment. Her bladder had filled to its bursting point by now and she was genuinely scared it would give out before they managed to get to the station. Her thighs trembled beneath her tight jeans, her left leg bouncing fast and frantically. Her face was a bit flushed, her entire body was tense, and her forehead was actually starting to bead with sweat from the effort it took to keep her bladder under control. She had to pee worse than she could ever remember needing to go. In an effort to distract herself, Claire tried her best to take in the scenery around them. Raccoon City looked as if the apocalypse had visited it. It had been a while since she’d been here, but she didn’t remember the boarded windows, the road blockades, or the vast number of abandoned cars lining the streets. The doors leading into certain buildings had been destroyed and most of the power in the city seemed to be out. Streetlights weren’t shining in most places and the stoplights were entirely off. The distractions only lasted a few moments as her bladder spasmed intensely again. Claire’s eyes widened and she gripped her thighs tightly. Her eyes widened and she gasped softly. The constant pressure on her body to hold back the flood contained within her was almost too much to bear anymore. She could feel the dam about to burst. She wanted relief from this terrible, squeezing pressure, she needed it. “Um, L-Leon, how close are we?” she managed in a nervous voice. “Probably about five minutes now, you holding up okay?” “No. This is really, really bad.” Her frantic eyes darted around the city streets, her left leg bouncing even faster as her body trembled. “Just hang in there a bit longer, we’re almost there. I promise you’ll only have to wait a few more minutes.” “Waiting isn’t really an option anymore Leon,” she managed urgently. “It’s the only option you have Claire. Look around us.” He pointed towards the sidewalk ahead of them. Claire followed Leon’s finger and her eyes fell on a pack of zombies, three of them, kneeling over a shadowed body and feasting slowly. Claire felt her stomach turn and her eyes widened in horror as she watched. Leon continued forward slowly and the three monsters didn’t even acknowledge them, choosing instead to eat the prey they’d captured right in front of them. Claire breathed a small sight of relief as they passed by uninterrupted. Her bladder screamed for release once more and she clamped down with every muscle she could, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to take a few calming breaths to ease her panic. “Just please get us to the station Leon.” “I’ll get us there, don’t worry.” I have to pee. Now. Claire was well beyond frantic. Her shoulders were raised and stiff, her hands balled into tight fists gripping firmly the hem of her red jacket. Her thighs kept rubbing together as the waves of pressure emanating from her bladder increased in intensity, her knees slipping past one another time and time again as both legs began to bounce up and down. She was on the verge of involuntarily pissing her pants at the age of twenty-one. She actually considered just letting go for a moment, just letting the pressure disappear…but she just couldn’t wet herself like child in front of this police officer. And who knew how long they’d have to wait at the police station for help to arrive? She didn’t want to be stuck in wet pants. They were close. I can make it…I can make it… So when Leon started slowing down, Claire looked back towards the road in a panic. There were roadblock barriers preventing them from proceeding any further, but there were also an enormous amount of cars sitting in the road at a dead stop, some turned sideways, others abandoned with their doors wide open. Their progress was stopped no matter what. Leon sighed and brought the car to a stop. “Looks like we’re walking.” “…More like running…” Claire managed between strained breaths, gesturing to the right where another pack of zombies were feasting on a human corpse. She looked away quickly and suppressed the urge to vomit at the sight. A second later, she had to clamp her legs together like a vice again to stop herself from peeing uncontrollably into her pants. Could she even run with a bladder this full? If it was be caught by these zombies or pee her pants, there was an obvious choice, but she’d still rather avoid it if she could. Before she could assess her own body further, a zombie slammed against Leon’s door, startling them both badly. “Jesus Christ!” the young officer shouted as the car started rocking violently. Claire felt a fierce jet of pee shoot into her pants. Clamping the flow off and turning quickly, her eyes fell on the rotting frame of another zombie, this one pushing the car aggressively from her side. Leon cursed again from the driver’s seat and Claire noticed more zombies appearing near them. They were surrounded, in fact, and she felt her heart grow cold. There were too many to take out with their guns. They were resilient like she’d never seen in the face of physical injury. A violent crash into the car was enough to make her jump and another huge spurt of pee blast out into her panties. Claire gasped and let her left hand fly between her legs and squeeze tightly. It hardly mattered now; they were surrounded. That meant driving again and Claire wasn’t sure she’d last another two minutes in the car in the state she was in. But as long as they made it out alive, she didn’t care anymore if she wet herself in front of Leon. But as Leon stepped on the gas, he found that the car wouldn’t move. “Leon, we have to go!” she cried out, grabbing her gun. “I can’t move the car!” He stepped hard on the gas but the wheels wouldn’t budge an inch, held in place by the pack of monsters and their inhuman strength. They’d have to fight their way out. But a loud horn from behind them filled Claire with dread. A large truck hauling an oil tank was careening down the street. She couldn’t see very well, but it looked like the driver was injured, his head lolling to the side. Maybe he’d been attacked by these things. There were zombies stuck to the front bumper of the trailer, being dragged along the ground and it didn’t show any signs of slowing down as it approached. “Um…Leon?” “I know.” “We have to get out of here!” “We have to make a run for it, now!” Claire and Leon began trying to open their doors, slamming them aggressively into the zombies but they wouldn’t budge. The truck drew ever closer and seemed to be speeding up. They were dead if it hit them. Claire doubled her efforts, slamming the door as hard as she could into the zombie that had her trapped and caused it to stagger a bit. But the truck was too close now. At the last moment, the driver fell from view in the canopy and the truck turned drastically to the left and crashed into a parked car behind them. Zombies were crushed and cars were smash as the large truck turned over and fell on its side, veering to the right and sliding down the road quickly. It lost some speed but still collided with their police cruiser, launching it backward and slamming them into another car. Claire felt her head slam back against the headrest and her seatbelt dug hard into her bladder. Peeing into her already-soaked panties again, she managed to stop the flow. She didn’t have time for this now, they had to move. Shaking herself from her light daze, she noticed the zombies had been knocked loose from the car and took the opportunity to exit the vehicle immediately. She glanced back and saw Leon starting to step out of the driver’s side as well. Good. The rain was still freezing and Claire shivered immediately, the feeling of water pelting her skin making it immediately harder not to pee her pants on the spot. Does it even matter anymore? Before Claire could decide if she needed to keep holding it or not, though, a spark from nearby ignited their car and it burst into flames suddenly. The car went up immediately and a small explosion caused her to stumble backwards. Was Leon okay? As she scanned the horizon quickly, she saw the flames approaching the overturned tanker truck. That was bad. “Oh shit.” Claire turned and tried to run from the impending explosion, but she was too slow. The flames reached the truck and an enormous explosion engulfed the street behind her. The force of the blast threw her from her feet and she felt her back collide hard with a nearby car. Claire cried out in pain as she fell to the ground and felt her bladder give out again. Unable to move for a moment, she relished in the feeling of relief for about three seconds before she heard the shrieking of zombies nearby. Shaking her head and pushing herself up off the ground, she fought hard and stopped the flow. She’d peed herself enough now that the edge was taken off somewhat. Her bladder was still extremely full, but the excruciating need was dulled back somewhat. She could last till the station now, at least. While the rain might be able to wash away the small amount that she’d lost control of during crash, if she let go and flooded her pants right now, Claire was convinced she was holding so much that the rain would never chase the scent from her jeans in time. And she would be more than a little embarrassed to wait around the station like that. If the station even still existed. She’d just have to stick with Leon and… “Leon!” she cried out suddenly, raising her voice as loud as possible. Had he survived that? She looked around in a panic for a moment and called his name again before she finally heard a response from the other side of the explosion. “Claire! Are you okay?” She let out a huge sigh of relief and a smile overtook her face. She assessed her body for a moment. She was rattled and a bit winded, but it seemed like she hadn’t suffered any huge injuries. “Yeah, I’m okay! Are you?” “I’m alright! Looks like we’re gonna have to meet at the police station though! It’s just a few blocks to the east, head that way and I’ll see you there!” “Got it!” Claire looked down and was glad to see she still had a grip on her trusty handgun. If she’d lost that, she was screwed. Her bladder was still really full too, but she could at least walk upright again. She didn’t have time to let loose here; she might be in danger at any second if she stayed still too long. She was close to the station anyway; she’d just pee once she got there and finally be able to rid herself of this terrible pressure. She gasped as she noticed a small pack of zombies shuffling towards her and snapped back to reality, immediately beginning to move. If she could avoid a fight, she would. Hurrying through the street, Claire spotted an alleyway that seemed to lead through the buildings and towards the east. Maybe that was her ticket out of here. Hurrying forward and making sure to keep her focus on the zombies in the road ahead of her, she moved towards the police station steadily. It would be okay. Leon was still out there. They could get through this. *** It took about ten minutes to work her way carefully and discreetly through the alleys and city streets towards the Racoon Police Department. She was dodging zombies at every turn which hampered her progress pretty significantly. Not only that, the constant splash of the rain on her skin and on the street around her eventually made her bladder come back to the forefront of her mind yet again. She’d only lost a bit of the small ocean of pee that had been pent up in her bladder for hours and hours now, hardly enough to make the sensation of pure desperation vanish from her mind and body. But she bit her lip, gave herself a quick squeeze between her legs, and continued in the shadows to end of her current path. Almost there. Almost there, you can do it. Finally, she saw it: the Raccoon Police Department. It towered over the city streets before her and shone like a beacon of hope in the bleak darkness of this terrible night. But it didn’t look very safe. The front gates were wide open. Most of the windows inside were darkened, but perhaps they’d just lost power. She couldn’t know for sure until she got inside. There was a small horde of the hungry monsters between her and station though, and a large expanse of empty, open street that she had to cross. She knew they were slower than she was in the last several minutes she’d been traveling across the city. If she moved as fast as she could and didn’t cross one of their paths directly, she could make it. Taking a deep breath, she broke out into a fast run, hoping to clear that last several yards to the gates quickly. She didn’t dare sprint for fear of slipping and falling in the rain, but hearing the slow, sickening shuffling of zombies behind her spurred her on, confident they couldn’t catch her as the sound grew further away. Crossing the iron perimeter, Claire spun and seized the gate quickly, slamming it shut and barring it. The zombies crashed into the beams but were unable to break through them, thankfully. They reached for her and swung their arms mindlessly but they couldn’t touch her. She was safe, for now. The adrenaline of running across a wide open street filled with the undead creatures was subsiding now and Claire gasped sharply as her body bent at the waist involuntarily. That run had exacerbated things again. Her bladder was crying out to her, begging for relief. Placing a hand on her lower abdomen, she felt it, rock hard and fighting to the very limits of its control for her. A shiver raced down her body that had nothing to do with the frigid rain as her bladder contracted fiercely, trying to force her to pee right there. She gasped and squeezed between her thighs again, bouncing frantically on the spot. Finally, she managed to regain a modicum of control. Claire turned and hurried towards the doors to the RPD. She couldn’t take being in the rain any longer. She needed to head inside and find Leon, or anyone…and the restrooms. Throwing open the doors, she was greeted to a sight that made her blood run colder than the rain outside. The lobby was all but destroyed. The lights revealed chairs and desks strewn about, items abandoned or forgotten littered the floor, but there wasn’t a single soul in the entrance hall. Were they all hiding deeper in? Or were they all gone? Thankful that she could see clearly at last, she took a deep breath. “Hello? Is anyone here?” she called loudly. Deafening silence answered her, punctuated only by the muted staccato of rain on the ceiling high above. A particularly fierce squeeze from the invisible hand that held her bladder shocked her back into action. “Right. Pee first. Then we look for people. I can’t keep holding this, I can’t take it anymore.” But just as Claire made to hurry deeper into the building and begin her search, she noticed movement on a laptop screen across from her, sitting at the reception desk. It was displaying a security camera feed from somewhere in the building. And to her absolutely horror, there was a police officer backing down a hallway, firing his sidearm again and again at a shambling corpse that was about to set upon him. “Oh shit…they’re in here too…” His mouth was moving and Claire hurried to the laptop, turning the volume up. He waved a book at the camera. “Marvin, are you there? I found a way out! It’s in here!” He shoved the book in his shirt pocked and took another shot at the zombie. This time, however, it didn’t stagger it. The creature tried to grab him, but he charged forward and unbalanced it, knocking it down before turning back to the camera. “Send reinforcements! East hallway, hurry!” Claire was overcome with tremendous anxiety. She needed to help this man before he was eaten by those thing, but she desperately needed to pee but she kept finding herself in situations that she wasn’t able to. It wasn’t getting any easier to hang on even though she was out of the rain. She found herself dancing from foot to foot in front of the laptop quickly, a jittery motion that didn’t relieve the pressure in her lower abdomen at all. She was convinced she’d pop if she stood perfectly still though. Her thighs were pressed together hard, so hard in fact that she was actually shaking a bit from the exertion. It was hard to tell if that was the reason honestly; her entire body was trembling from head to toe as she fought with everything she had not to flood her pants on the spot. “I can’t leave him to die while I go to the bathroom. Hold it in Claire. You’re a big girl, you can wait.” Gritting her teeth and seizing her handgun, she looked towards the door that lead to the east hall and found a large shutter mostly closed. She hurried towards it and pressed the button next to it. It stared to move but a heavy thunk sounded and the mechanism stopped entirely. It was broken, clearly. There was just enough space for her to squeeze underneath it, though. Easing herself down on her front, Claire gritted her teeth hard. Her bladder was pressed right against the floor and it sent a dizzying pain and need for relief exploding through her body. “Fuck,” she hissed, screwing her eyes shut and squeezing with everything she had to hold back. Once she had a bit of control back, she quickly crawled underneath the door and stood gingerly. The hallway was dark, unlike the lobby, and she seized the flashlight she still had, igniting it and pointing it down the hall, her gun drawn. There was nothing but silence, even if this hallway did look worse than the room she’d just come from. She began to step forward quickly, taking short, panting breaths. She couldn’t afford to breathe too fully; she was scared that expanding her lungs that much might put too much strain on her bladder and she’d lose control. She’d come this far, she was going to make it to a bathroom, damn it. Turning the corner she saw a sign that normally would have made her rejoice, but for now just made her want to cry tears of frustration. The universal signs for the restrooms hung from the ceiling just ahead of her. Claire so badly wanted to dart into them and let loose the incredible reservoir of pee she had waiting impatiently in her excruciatingly full bladder. She had been waiting for hours. She’d needed to go so badly for so long she didn’t even remember what it felt like to not be desperate anymore. But a man’s life hung in the balance. She was the only one who could help right now. And if that meant holding it even longer or eventually just losing control entirely, his life was worth more than her relief. Hurrying past the restrooms and fighting back the urge to pee right where she stood, Claire turned the last corner to find another empty hallway. It was then that she heard frantic screaming and slamming on a wall nearby. Glancing to her left, she saw the windows that led to an office where a metal shuttered door was closed. It was rattling. That was where he was. Breaking into a run that made her bladder cry out and convulse violently, Claire rounded the last corner and threw open the doorway to the office so hard that it bounced off the wall and closed behind her again. “Help! Help!! Please! Somebody!” The man’s shrieks were panicked and terrified. Claire rushed to the door, placing her gun and light on the desk. “I’m here!” she called loudly. “Open the door!! Hurry, please!” Claire seized the handle on the ground, having to crouch and bend as she did so. She yelped involuntarily as the motion squeezed her bladder hard, a debilitating surge of frantic desperation shooting through her. A hot jet of pee blasted through her iron clad defenses and she felt her thighs grow warm. It took her two seconds to clamp off the flow while she lifted the shutter handle with everything she had. The large door began to groan open, but she could only pull it so far. It was just too heavy. After about a quarter of the way, she man began to crawl through in a panic. “Take my hand!” Claire shouted. He grabbed her wrists in a blind panic and she pulled as hard as she could, forcing him under the door. Before she could get him fully into the room though, the man started screaming violently, a more feral sound than she’d ever heard a human make. Pulling him hard, she was horrified when his body finally cleared the threshold. Or rather…what was left of his body. His lower half was entirely missing, his entrails falling to the floor below them. Claire felt bile rise in her throat as the urge to vomit momentarily became greater than her urge to pee. She fought it back down as, somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized the man had stopped screaming. He was clearly dead, but she couldn’t bring herself to look again. She hurriedly forced the door back down to keep out whatever it was that had done that to him. Trembling from horror and the fact that she was about to lose control and piss herself completely, Claire grabbed the notepad she’d seen in the camera feed earlier, careful not to look at the man’s lower half. She’d need a way out if the whole place was overrun. Grabbing her gun and flashlight, she hurried towards the door. If she could just make it back down the hallway, she’d finally be able to pee before she had to wear urine-soaked pants for the rest of the night. Then she could search more easily for survivors. And Leon. The door burst open before she reached it though and a zombie dressed in a blue uniform dragged itself towards her. She gasped in surprise and peed hard into her pants for two seconds, but her survival instincts took over immediately. Her gun pointed at its head and she pulled the trigger with expert precision. The zombie staggered back as the bullet blasted into its head and she took the opportunity to charge it, slamming into it with her shoulder. The monster flew backwards and fell to the ground, dazed and immobile. Though she’d clamped off the flow once more, the sudden fierce motion had left her bladder teetering on the brink of explosion. One more move like that and she wouldn’t have to worry about holding it until she reached a toilet anymore. But if there were zombies here now, could she even afford to use that bathroom? She’d be a sitting duck if they heard her…and they definitely would. Claire felt like she had an entire ocean held inside her bladder. It would take a long time to empty and if a group of them came after her while she was peeing… Shaking her head, Claire hurried back down the hallway. It wasn’t doing her any favors to stand there debating. If that creature got up again, she’d have bigger problems. Unfortunately, as she rounded the corner and saw the restroom sign again, she also saw two more zombies before her: an overweight security guard and what used to be a woman in a white dress. Goddamn this place! Panicking for a myriad of reasons, Claire stopped and aimed her gun, firing one, two times, placing a bullet into each of their heads. Blessedly, the monsters staggered and Claire ran forward, not caring if she lost control anymore. She’d be lucky to get out of here alive now, surrounded by these bastards from every direction. She slipped between them while they were reeling and raced for the end of the hall. A fierce spurt of urine shot out of her and warmed her thighs again, but she couldn’t stop. Her back was to the wall and she only had one escape. She reached the end of the hall where the blast door was at last and threw herself on the ground, another large spray of pee soaking her panties. She crawled frantically forward, hearing the approaching zombies from behind her in the hallway. Just when she thought she was home free, though, she felt a cold hand seize her ankle. Panic set in. Unbridled, unabashed panic. She’d seen what they’d done to that poor officer back in the office. She kicked and writhed and screamed. “Help! Someone please help me!” She tried to get a decent angle to shoot it in the head, but she couldn’t get her sights on it. Pee was rapidly escaping her poor exhausted bladder now but she barely even noticed. She just had to get away. “Grab on!” a deep voice said from nearby. She looked up and saw a tall man, also an officer from his uniform, offering her his hand. She seized it immediately and he yanked her hard out from under the door. She felt the grip on her ankle vanish and crawled a bit further, turning just in time to see the man place his foot on the handle and bring the door crashing to the ground with all his weight. The zombie’s head exploded on impact. Claire was trembling still. The near-brush with death and rattled her but she’d be okay in time. Now, though, she was painfully aware of the fact that she was full-on peeing her pants. She had tried so hard to avoid it. She’d almost made it. But that last stretch had proven just too much for her. Unable to stop the flow, Claire just sighed heavily and took as much pleasure as she could in the feeling of her extraordinarily full bladder finally becoming empty. The pleasure was dulled by the embarrassment she felt at wetting herself unabashedly in front of a perfect stranger, but there was nothing that could be done to stop it. The man waited for her to finish and compose herself, choosing to look around the lobby and canvas the doors for potential zombies instead of watching her while she wet herself uncontrollably. After another twenty seconds, Claire was empty and breathed a deep sigh of relief. Her face was flushed a bit and her pride was damaged, but she was otherwise just fine. Rising to her feet, she offered a guilty smile. “Thanks for saving me. Sorry about…that.” The officer shook his head. “Happens to the best of us, especially in that type of circumstance. I’ve seen people lose control in scary situations more times than you might believe.” His deep voice was calm, reassuring. “I always assumed wetting yourself out of fear wasn’t all that normal in real life,” she mused, grateful for another human to have a conversation with. “It depends on the moment, I suppose. Though if you don’t mind my commenting, it looks like that wasn’t just a little fear wetting. You’d been waiting quite some time, huh?” There wasn’t a hint of teasing in his voice or eyes. He was probably just as grateful to be able to have a conversation with someone and was saying the first thing that came to mind. Claire couldn’t fight down the blush that dusted her cheeks though. “Yeah, about six hours, give or take.” “And you still managed to shoot like that with a bladder that full?” Claire looked at him in surprise but he just gestured to the laptop security feed. Claire nodded her understanding. “Yeah, I guess so. I didn’t even really think about it.” “Obviously you know what you’re doing.” “Yeah, I know how to take care of myself. My brother taught me that and then some.” “Must be a hell of a shot, this brother of yours.” “You might know him. Chris Redfield.” The man blinked in surprise for a moment. “Chris Redfield? You’re his sister?” “That’s right. I’m Claire, nice to meet you,” she said, extending her hand. “Marvin Branagh. Good to meet you too.” She noticed that he holstered his gun before offering his weapon hand to her in return. She finally realized that his other hand was holding his side and blood was seeping from a wound near his ribs. Claire was immediately concerned for him and he noticed it in her eyes. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. We have to find a way out of here, though. This place isn’t safe anymore.” Claire nodded unconvinced. “Then we’re getting out of here together, so you better hang in there.” Marvin chuckled before wincing in pain. “Guess I don’t have much of a choice then. Come on, let’s get deeper inside so we can watch the doors. Maybe there’s a dry pair of jeans in one of the supply bags too.” Claire couldn’t help but blush again. She hadn’t made it after all. She’d tried so hard to make it to the restroom, but for the first time since she was four, she’d lost control and peed her pants. The circumstances were pretty extreme though; maybe she’d forgive herself this time. But as she fell into step next to Marvin, the memory of her accident was already starting to melt away. She shouldn’t waste time feeling embarrassed or dwelling on it any longer. Though, Claire had to admit to herself, it did feel incredibly good to have finally peed after that many hours of holding and waiting. Regardless, there were more important things to worry about now, like finding Leon and Chris and getting out of here. This wasn’t the end of her night from hell. It was just the beginning…
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  5. Jess Simons drove hurriedly down the barren road without much awareness of her surroundings. The young woman had long since become numb to the wasteland that stretched out for miles in any direction with seemingly no end in sight; she’d been driving it for too long now. The muted grey skies, though they didn’t add any interest to her surroundings, heralded the continuation of winter and for weeks now the temperatures had been steadily dropping, leaving the days cold and the nights bitter and biting. Chewing her lip nervously, her eyes darted to her phone as she checked her map for the tenth time in the last few minutes, as if the endless stretch of road before her had changed and she was suddenly lost. Of course she knew where she was, there was really only one direction to go at the moment. The reason she kept checking her map was to see how far she was from returning to civilization. A chill ran down her arms as a huge wave of pressure from her lower abdomen quaked through her. Jess needed to pee, and very soon. Unfortunately, unless she was willing to squat on the side of the road (which at this point, she still wasn’t), she still had to wait a while longer. It was going to be a bit close, but she was sure she would make it from here. As the road continued on without end, Jess sighed shortly and readjusted in her seat. The pressure in her bladder was only getting worse with each second that sluggishly passed. She silently cursed how she’d ended up in this situation. See, Jess had recently found herself out of a job. Since college, she hadn’t been able to find a full-time, steady job. She was nearly 26 now and had been working part-time or contract positions for years. Most recently, she had been contracting with a media production company as their social media liaison, but that contract had unfortunately come to an end three weeks ago. She had submitted tons of job applications for months before the end of her last job but none of them had resulted in any offers so far. While she was out of work and waiting for one of her applications to yield a result, she had taken to driving for Uber to make a little extra money so she didn’t have to dip so deep into her nest egg. Jess was actually a naturally very social person so she quite enjoyed chatting with passengers that she ferried around between nearby towns. Sometimes they weren’t very talkative so she’d put on music of their request, but she had also had some fascinating and fun conversations. She was enjoying that aspect of her work so much that she’d actually taken to driving people longer distances with little hesitation. But today that had landed her an hour away from her home town in the more rural part of the surrounding area. She had driven a sweet old woman named Caroline home from a doctor’s appointment in town, rather surprised that absolutely no one from her family was there to drive her home. It had been a long drive, but she was willing to do it to make the woman’s day just a bit brighter, and the conversation had been delightful as well. Unfortunately for Jess, she had picked up Caroline right after she’d finished lunch with her best friend Amy. While she had used the bathroom at the restaurant before she’d left, all the tea and water she’d had at lunch hadn’t managed to work its way through her system at that point and, about halfway to Caroline’s destination, Jess’s bladder had begun to complain from the rather noticeably. Once they had arrived, Jess was really starting to need the restroom quite badly, but felt a bit too awkward to ask she could come in and pee. For how sweet she had been, Caroline probably would have been happy to oblige and let Jess use her bathroom, but she just hadn’t felt comfortable enough to ask. For how social she was, it was sometimes a bit difficult to admit her need to pee to someone much older than her. Perhaps it was their difference in age or experience, or leftover anxiety from her school days as a kid. Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, the young woman took a steadying breath to calm her nerves and her bladder. She’d been in tight spots before, but this was shaping up to be a tough wait. While there wasn’t much between here and home, there was a large Walmart about two-thirds of the way home. Normally she wouldn’t want to use the bathrooms at a place like that. Her experiences with department store bathrooms weren’t good; they were usually unsanitary at best and disgusting at worst. Jess didn’t have much luxury of choice in this particular case though. Which is why when her phone sounded a soft alert, her mind came up with a new plan. Someone had just pinged for a ride to the airport, which was in her home town. She actually had to pass by it to get home anyway, so it made sense to pick this person up and take them on her way home. While it was a little out of her way to pick this customer up, they were closer to her than Walmart was. She could pick them up, explain the situation, and hope that they’d allow her to use their restroom before they set off. It wasn’t a guarantee of getting to pee, but most people she met in her life were kind and she hoped they might take pity on her, even if they wouldn’t normally make an exception. That did mean Jess would have to admit her desperate need to her customer before they started their drive. Maybe if there was someplace between her current location and her customer’s house, she would just stop and pee then. But she did need the money and didn’t want to risk someone else picking up her customer if she could avoid it. And for now, she could still wait, albeit uncomfortably. If the customer wouldn’t let her pee though, things would get dicey in a hurry. But she wasn’t all that sure she’d actually make it all the way to Walmart anyway as her bladder kept angrily protesting the liquid inside her, so this was a bit safer a bet. Cursing herself for getting into this situation, Jess took the next exit off the small highway and started heading north. She would arrive at her pickup in about ten minutes. Hopefully she’d have peed in fifteen. *** Jess was stunned as she approached her destination. She was currently driving up a large hill towards the house her customer lived in. House wasn’t quite the right word though; it was titanic in size, more like a mansion or a compound. It took up most of the skyline as she approached it, its dazzling decor reflecting the muted light of the sky above. Wondering what kind of rich person she was about to pick up, she followed the winding road up the hill until she arrived at the driveway. Standing at the end of that driveway was a tall man in a smart black suit, a small suitcase sitting on the ground next to him. His black hair was neatly styled and swept to one side and he kept glancing at his watch. As she got closer, Jess noticed more about his outfit. The purple undershirt he worse was unbuttoned two from the collar, his tie was nonexistent (though more likely than not it was in his luggage) and his shoes sparkled as light glinted off their freshly polished surfaces. He looked important and well put together. Jess took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves again. He was very attractive, and didn’t look to be much older than her. Could she really admit that she needed to pee as badly as she did to this person? Would he look down on her as disgusting or ugly? She shook her head, quelling that little voice of social anxiety. She didn’t have much of a choice but to admit her desperate need at this point. And besides, it may have been a bit conceited, but Jess didn’t expect him to think she was disgusting or ugly. She was average in her height, about 5’5” with long brown hair that was a bit naturally wavy. Long ago she had taken to consistently going to the gym and had made it a several-times-a-week routine of hers, leaving her body in great physical condition. And she wasn’t dressed like a slob or anything; in fact, she had dressed up a bit for her lunch date with Amy, deciding on a pair or tight black jeans (which she had unbuttoned after dropping off Caroline) and a snug blue sweater to keep her warm. She was fairly pleased with the way she looked and this man probably wouldn’t think of her as ugly. But she did wonder if he’d judge her for asking to use his restroom, given the evident disparity between their social standing… Glancing at the phone as she slowed the car into a full stop, Jess noticed the customer’s name on the app was John Marshal. She had a feeling that the name Marshal was familiar to her, but couldn’t quite place it. Rolling down the window, she leaned as much as she could without straining her bladder any further (which wasn’t very far) and called out to him. “John Marshal?” “Yes, that’s me,” he responded in a calm but confident voice. His deeper voice sent shivers down her arms that had nothing to do with her full bladder this time. “I’m Jess, your Uber driver. I’m here to take you to the airport in town,” she offered, managing as much enthusiasm as she could. John smiled at her. “Nice to meet you Jess, I’m glad you’re here. My flight was rescheduled to a much earlier time by my company without much warning so I’m pretty under the gun here. I’d like to head out right now, would you prefer my luggage in the back seat with me or in the trunk?” Jess hesitated for a moment. He was in a hurry. Now she felt too bad to ask if she could use his restroom. But could she really make it all the way to town? She wasn’t even sure she would’ve made it to the Walmart she’d been counting on before, but with a hurried passenger, would she be able to stop again if she really needed to? She had to deal with the situation at hand first though. “The trunk is fine, here, let me help you with that,” she offered, putting the car in park, popping the trunk, and opening her door, meeting him at the rear of the car. Feeling suddenly inadequate about her modest Honda Accord sitting in front of this enormous mansion, Jess wondered briefly where his own cars were and why he didn’t just drive to the airport himself. Pushing those thoughts away, Jess offered to take her customer’s bag, but John, to his credit, lifted his own luggage instead and placed it in the bed of the trunk, reaching for the lid. “Oh, let me,” Jess insisted, reaching up and closing the trunk. The motion caused her bladder to spasm lightly though and she winced and twisted on the spot for just a moment. It wasn’t subtle enough, evidently, that John hadn’t noticed. “Are you okay Jess?” “Yes, I’m fine!” she offered with a bit too much enthusiasm. He would never believe that. Her bladder pulsed angrily again and Jess decided right then that she just couldn’t wait all that way to the airport. She would have to swallow her pride. “Actually, no I’m not. I’m sorry if this is awkward, but I need to use the restroom, really badly honestly. I was hoping maybe I could use yours before we left?” Though she usually wasn’t that shy about needing to pee, Jess couldn’t fight down the blush that dusted her cheeks as she admitted her desperate need to the handsome stranger, but did manage to fight the urge to twist around on the spot. John glanced at his watch nervously. “Normally I wouldn’t mind, but it’s already 4 o’clock and my flight leaves at 5:30. If I’m lucky I’ll get there just in time to rush through security and board, so I really have to leave right now, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you though, I’ll pay you much bigger tip than you’re used to getting if you can get me there on time. It’s very important that I don’t miss this flight.” Jess looked crestfallen for a moment and she saw the pity in his eyes, but she snapped back into good spirits quickly. “Of course, I understand. It’s not your fault I’m in this situation anyway. I’ll just have to grin and bear it for a bit longer, don’t worry!” John looked for a moment like he might say something, but seemed to decide against it. Jess hurried back to the driver’s seat, giving herself a quick and subtle squeeze between her legs while she was out of his line of sight before sitting back down and pressing her thighs together tightly. John closed the back seat door and settled in. As Jess started the car again, John decided to speak up, probably the thought he’d been debating on a few moments ago. “Are you sure you can make it?” Jess blushed noticeably and was glad he couldn’t see her face from his vantage point. “Absolutely!” she lied convincingly this time. John nodded his acceptance and with that, Jess popped the car into drive and set off, nervously gauging her bladder. She was really full, to a point that if she hadn’t been trapped in a situation like this, everything would’ve taken a backseat to finding a place to relieve herself. As it stood though, John was relying on her to make his flight in time. And she really could use the extra money. Deciding things would be fine, but not truly convinced of that fact, Jess focused on the road ahead of her and began to drive. *** John had stayed quiet and been typing intently on his phone for the entire drive down the large hill that led to his house which meant Jess had nothing to distract her from her overly full bladder. All she could do was sit silently and squirm while her passenger sent undoubtedly important messages. He seemed like an influential person in whatever world he was a part of that she could only imagine. A particularly wicked emanated from her bladder, almost like an invisible hand had gripped it and squeezed it tightly like a softball, and she pressed her thighs as closely together as she could while still keeping her right foot on the gas pedal. If she made it to a toilet at all, it was going to be with just seconds to spare… Hearing the unmistakable click of a phone screen being locked, Jess chanced a glance into the rear-view mirror and saw John close his eyes for a moment and rub the bridge of his nose before taking a deep breath. He seemed like he was pretty stressed out. So was Jess obviously, but she could still try to keep her passenger in good spirits. It might even be a good distraction for herself as well. “Rough time with work?” she asked casually. Her charge let out a low chuckle. “You could say that. I’m a partner at Marshal and Co. across town.” Jess sputtered for a moment. “Marshal and Co.? That giant mega-corporation that’s responsible for funding most of the town I live in? That Marshal and Co.?” So that was why she had recognized his last name earlier. John smiled lightly in the mirror. “Yes, that’s the one.” She was pulled from her conversation by another wave of pressure in her bladder. Her body stiffened and her thighs trembled as she squeezed them even harder together. Her eyes darted to the phone and she was dismayed to see it would still be nearly an hour to the airport. It was so difficult to find any relief without squeezing herself with her hand, but she couldn’t do that in front of her new passenger. It was entirely unprofessional…and she wanted to make a good impression on him anyway. Taking a calming breath, she shook off the urgency she felt for the time being and tried to focus on John Marshal instead. “Wow that’s incredible. Were you some kind of young prodigy or something? I don’t mean to assume but you look like you’re around the same age as I am so you must have done something right.” A quick laugh sounded from John again, this one a bit louder. “If being born lucky is something I did right, I guess you could say that. Honestly, my father owns the company. I haven’t done anything in my life to have really earned the position I have. It’s not like I haven’t worked hard for what I have now, but I was just born into a family that was already rich and powerful and that’s been my biggest success in life, really. But you’re right, by the way. I’m 27.” “Hey the fact that you’ve managed to find this level of security at 27 is amazing to me. I’m almost 26 and driving for Uber because nobody ever wants to hire me full time so I just bounce between contracts and part time gigs.” Jobs weren’t the only thing that Jess was bouncing at the moment though. Her left leg was jiggling up and down incessantly, trying desperately to keep the fierce pressure in her lower abdomen at bay. It was only somewhat working. Her bladder kept filling up somehow. They had only been driving for 10 minutes and Jess was starting to panic, thinking she’d never make it all the way to a bathroom. But she chewed her lip, squeezed her thighs, and took a calming breath to get her nerves under control again. She just had to hold it. There were no other options right now. She would not pee her pants in front of this man. “I’m sorry nobody wants to hire you full time. I know I’ve only known you a short few minutes, but you seem like a delight.” Jess felt her heart leap and smiled involuntarily. “Thank you, that’s very nice of you to say!” “You’ve certainly made my drive a lot more enjoyable than my usual ones already. The company just stuffs me in limos and I keep myself company from my home to the airport for trips like these. Having a real person to talk to is a big difference, especially since you’re so much fun to talk to.” A genuine smile stole Jess’s face. “That’s so sweet of you! I’m glad you’re enjoying your time at Jess’s Layman Limo Service. For just $19.99 per month you can join our basic package program and have up to three Layman Limo rides a month at a discounted price!” John laughed from behind her. “You know I work for Marshal and Co. and you’re only going to charge me $19.99 per month?? How generous of you!” “Hey, I’m just trying to make ends meet with solid business practices. If you think they’re fair, then maybe other people will too!” “I’ll be sure to spread the word when you start your own ride share company then! If everyone you hire is as good at this as you are, then you’ll have a very successful business!” “I’ll definitely keep that advice in mind! So how come you wound up so late to your flight if your company usually takes care of transportation?” John sighed heavily. “We actually have quite a few executives traveling today and they double booked the limos. That by itself wouldn’t have been a problem, even if it is a bit aggravating. But one of the employees who schedules our flights accidentally canceled mine by mistake.” “Oh no, that’s not good…” “No it’s not. Originally my flight was at 8 o’clock tonight, which would have given me plenty of time. But after they accidentally canceled it, the seat filled up immediately. So they had to book me on an earlier flight last minute that I absolutely couldn’t afford to miss, with no plan for how to get me there.” Jess was becoming more and more frantic about her lack of a plan to get herself to a restroom in time. It had been some time since she’d found herself in such a dire situation. But she’d just have to keep holding it. Luckily her conversation with John was providing a good distraction and keeping her entertained at the same time, so she was happy to continue it. “What’s taking you out of town? If you don’t mind my asking of course,” Jess was happy to continue the conversation; it kept her mind off of her desperate desire to pee and on her new passenger. “Not at all! A business partner and myself are negotiating a huge production deal with another company this evening. We mostly have the details ironed out, but there are a few pivotal points we need them to come around on. So we’re going there in person as a show of good faith in hopes that they’ll be more open to our requests.” “Wow, that sounds like a lot of responsibility.” “It’s not so bad once you’re used to it, but it did scare the hell out of me the first time I had to do something like that,” John admitted, earning a light chuckle from Jess. Something suddenly occurred to her though. “Just out of curiosity, why not just drive yourself out to the airport instead of taking an Uber?” “My car is in for repairs right now, the starter was having problems recently and the other day it just stopped working.” “You don’t just have a second car you could use?” Jess was grinning widely and hoping he’d realize she was teasing him. John seemed to understand from her tone and played along immediately. “Just how rich do you think I am??” “Rich enough.” “Okay, okay, that’s fair enough.” A grin appeared on his face that Jess spied in the rear view mirror. In moments, Jess and John were both laughing together. “But actually, no I don’t have a second car. I only need the one, so I don’t want to just buy another for almost no reason. You could make an argument that it would have saved me today, but then I wouldn’t be able to enjoy such wonderful conversation with you!” The two couldn’t help but smile again, the genuinely fun conversation invigorating both of them. Suddenly though, Jess’s bladder contracted forcefully, causing her to yelp involuntarily and squeeze her legs together as hard as she could. It had caught her completely by surprise, that one. And that moment hadn’t gone unnoticed by her passenger. “That’s right, before we left you said you really needed the restroom. Are you holding up okay? I’m sorry I rushed you before.” There was sympathy in John’s voice that caused her to blush a bit but thankfully he couldn’t really see her face from the back seat. For how much she usually didn’t care if someone knew she needed to pee, for some reason she felt awkward that John knew she was so uncomfortable. Jess decided she’d try to play it off though before he noticed she was embarrassed. “I’m doing fine for now. I went to high school and I’ve worked retail before, I know how to hold on for a long time if I have to.” As if testing those words, Jess assessed her bladder. She was extremely full now. If she’d needed to go this badly in high school and her teacher had told her no, she would have just left the room and peed anyway rather than risk wetting herself. The difference was there was no bathroom to ignore the teacher and run to and her situation was going from desperate to urgent. She was in the middle of absolutely nowhere with no other option than to keep pushing forward. According to her map, there were still 40 minutes until they arrived at the airport. This was going to be so close. John spoke again and interrupted her racing thoughts. “I can’t say I’ve ever had to work retail, but I do remember high school. There were plenty of days I would really need to go but be told to wait. After I would finish classes like that, I would very nearly sprint to the bathroom. Some days I couldn’t go until lunch and I was about to pop.” Jess clicked her tongue and offered an exaggerated sigh. “Oh John, you haven’t felt urgency until you’ve been about to pop at lunch but the lines for the restrooms are so long you just don’t get to go. Then your teachers for the rest of the day tell you you’re not allowed to go either and how you should have gone at lunch. There were days I can’t even begin to explain how I didn’t just burst before that last bell rang. But then you have to roll the dice on if there will be a line after school and you’ll have to wait longer. Usually I was close enough to the restrooms at the end of the day that I could quite literally sprint there and make it just in time. But if there had been huge lines after school at that point, I don’t know what I would’ve done!” Though Jess was a bit embarrassed admitting her need to John before, she was surprisingly comfortable telling stories like this. It was nice to know he could relate to the situation she was in (and it was a bit fun to tease him about the difference in their experiences). It was also helping to distract her from the ever-growing pressure in her bladder. “Being a woman sounds difficult for a lot of reasons, but the lines for the ladies’ room has always been something I don’t envy.” Jess scoffed. “Tell me about it. I went to a concert once and held it for the entire show, but afterwards I had to go so bad. But the lines were so long I honestly thought I’d just pee my pants on the spot. But my friend knew of another bathroom on the other side of the venue that most people were too lazy to go to and we hurried over. There was still a line, but it was much shorter. And the women in the line could tell I literally couldn’t hold on any longer and let me cut the line and go first. I got so lucky that night. I was panicking.” “That does sound terrible. The worst I can think of was during a long flight I fell asleep and when I woke up the seat belt sign was on. I usually really have to go when I first wake up and all the complimentary water I’d had wasn’t doing me any favors either. I went to use the bathroom anyway but the flight attendant told me I had to stay seated and made me sit back down. It was pretty rough waiting that one out, it must have taken about 45 minutes until I could get up and go.” John spoke so casually about those moments that Jess couldn’t help but a smile a bit. It was nice that he was comfortable talking to her like this too. Of course, perhaps he just didn’t embarrass easily…or maybe he was trying to make her feel better about her current predicament. It was pretty obvious at a glance how badly Jess needed to go. She decided to tell more stories to distract John from watching her and realizing how close to an accident she really was. “I hate that feeling. I was working at Target once and nobody would come relieve me at the register for hours. I was squirming and dancing around on the spot, customers were asking if I was okay, and I was practically begging my supervisor to send someone to cover me. By the time they finally did, I was just about to flood those tan pants you have to wear. Thank god there was no one in line for the restroom that time.” “Sounds like you’re no stranger to some close calls. What happened today?” “I had a lot to drink at lunch with my best friend and then drove a lovely old woman back home, which took me way out of town. But that did put me in the area to pick you up!” “And I’m incredibly thankful that you did! I might still make my flight on time…” “I’ll do my best to get you there!” Jess was more focused on doing her best to hold her achingly full bladder at the moment though. Her legs were shaking and her grip on the steering wheel was tight, her knuckles turning a bit white from the force she was squeezing the leather grip with. Every second meant she was closer to relief, but her body was rapidly reaching its limit. If she had been wearing those tan Target pants today, she really might flood them this time. This was bordering on the worst she’d ever needed to pee in her entire life. No class in high school, no shift in retail, none of them even compared to how close she was to exploding right now. The only time she’d ever needed to go worse was the concert she’d almost burst after. But with a bit more time, this might easily become even more dire… *** Fifteen minutes later, Jess was starting to really panic. Sweat was starting to bead on her forehead, her breathing was shallow, and her body was very tense. The death grip she held the steering wheel in was immovable, her legs squeezed so tightly together it was as if her thighs were a vice grip. Her left leg bounced without end and her teeth were clenched as her eyes darted between the map, the time estimate, and the road ahead of her. Jess Simons was in an extremely tight spot. Her conversation with John had hit a natural pause about five minutes ago as he had needed to attend to some business on his phone, but without his sonorous voice to distract her, all she could do was think about how desperately she needed to pee. If she relaxed her body even the tiniest bit, Jess was afraid she’d flood her pants and her seat. Chewing her lip anxiously, she noticed that the Walmart she had originally planned to stop at on the way home was only five minutes away. She might be able to make it there. But she’d have to pull off the highway and stop, risking John missing his important flight. As she weighed her options, a tiny trickle of pee tried to force its way out of the iron hold she had on her bladder. Her eyes widened and she squeaked involuntarily as she shifted desperately and pressed her thighs even more tightly together. It looked like her body was going to make the choice for her. “Um, John, uh, I really need to stop up ahead. There’s a-a Walmart and I really feel like I might pee my pants if I don’t get to use the restroom fast. I really, really have to stop in five minutes, I’m s-so sorry.” She was stammering and repeating herself from the overwhelming panic and need to pee she was experiencing. Hoping she would just make it through the door to the department store before she soaked herself, Jess tensed every muscle in her body in an effort to hold on. She couldn’t even cross her legs while she was driving, a fact she deeply lamented at the moment. John spoke up, gently but directly. “Jess, the messages I was just responding to were about the meeting I’m flying out to have. That business partner I mentioned earlier suddenly isn’t able to make it due to a family health emergency, so I’ll be trying to negotiate this deal all on my own. I absolutely cannot miss this flight and I’ll already be cutting it very close as it is. Hold on for just twenty more minutes for me and I promise the second we get to the airport, I’ll show you to the closest restroom. I know the place inside and out. I’ll make sure you get to go, I promise. But I really can’t afford the kind of time that stop will take.” “John I-I don’t think it’s a…a choice anymore. I’ve got a couple minutes left, maybe, before I just explode. This is an absolute emergency!” Her voice was quick and panicked, higher pitched and louder than usual. “I know, and I’m so sorry you’re stuck here like this. But Jess I really need you to get me to that flight on time, you’re the only one I can count on now after my own people let me down earlier. Just hold on for me. Just a little while longer. It’s only a few more minutes and I promise I’ll help you find the bathroom just as soon as we’re there.” “I’ll…I’ll try,” she managed, her upper lip starting to sweat ad she squeezed everything tighter still. A few moments later the Walmart came into view. It was all Jess could do not to whimper and whine and pull off the barren highway and into the last bastion of civilization for the next several miles. As they passed the exit to the department store, Jess stifled a groan of frustration. There went her last bathroom until the airport. Her last chance to use the toilet and relieve herself of this miserable pressure. But she told John she’d get him to the airport and that’s what she would do. Would she make it in time though…? *** With about ten minutes left until they arrived at the airport, Jess was in real trouble. Her body was shaking, her exhausted thighs trembled from squeezing together so hard, her muscles worn out from clenching tight with everything she had for nearly an hour now. She had been terribly desperate for so long that she couldn’t remember what it felt like for her bladder to be empty. This was her life now: an impossibly full bladder and nowhere to let it all go. The very attractive young man in her backseat made things worse too, otherwise she’d have long since shoved a hand between her legs and held on for dear life. “We’re almost there Jess, just a little longer. Just keep holding it, you’re doing great.” Speak of the devil. John was offering her some words of support and comfort, but all Jess could feel was stress and anxiety and pressure like she’d never felt in her life. This was officially it; Jess Simons had never needed to pee more badly than she did at this exact moment. “I’m…I-I-I’m not doing g-great,” she stammered, thankful at least that there weren’t other cars around just yet. She could barely pay attention to the road, the intensity of her desperation driving everything else out of focus in her mind’s eye. “Do anything you need to if it’ll help, you can make it. I’ll show you the restroom the second we stop.” “I-I don’t think I’ll be able to…to walk,” she gasped between shivers and angry contractions from her bladder. There was sweat noticeably on her forehead now, but she didn’t dare wipe it away for fear that the motion might jostle her bladder to the point of no return. “Don’t worry about that, for now just hang on a bit longer.” “I’ve been hanging on! I can’t hang on any longer!” she squealed anxiously. “Yes you can Jess. You’ve made it this far, you can make it to the bathroom, only five more minutes now. See? There’s the sign for the airport.” “John, I’m about to piss myself right now! It’s about to come out! I can barely stop it!” “Use your hand then, don’t stop yourself because I’m here. I won’t look, I promise. Just wait a little longer. You’re so close.” His sonorous voice coaching Jess to hold it gave her shivers of a different kind again. She almost lost control right there from how turned on that thought made her, but there would time to dwell on that later. Forcing that thought out of her head, Jess threw all deference to the wind and jammed her left hand between her legs, reaching inside her unbuttoned jeans and squeezing tight, holding on with everything she had. The force from her hand stopped the imminent flow of pee from her excruciatingly full bladder, but of course the pressure didn’t abate. It couldn’t. She’d never had a bladder more full in all her life and there was nowhere for it to go…nowhere but out. “Fuck, John, it’s barely helping! I can’t stop this for much longer!” Her voice was labored and short of breath, her words rushed and strung together. “Just breathe Jess. You’re almost there. We can see the airport already. Your relief is almost here, I promise.” “I can’t do it, I can’t do it!” “Yes you can, just hold it in.” “I’m going to explode!” “Hold it in for me Jess.” His voice resonated confidently and made her tremble for a multitude of reasons. Jess shivered and shook and clenched her teeth fiercely, willing her body to just endure a little more. She hadn’t peed her pants since she was a little kid. She’d had some close calls over the years, but she’d never hit the point of no return. But here she was, bladder so full all her body could do was try to force it to empty in her pants, no toilet in consideration. Her arms and legs were starting to sweat a bit too and her thighs were aching from squeezing so tightly. Jess was only somewhat aware of the fact that she had turned into the airport entrance, finding a large parking lot with scattered cars here and there. Finally she had made it, but it wasn’t going to last for much longer. A trickle of pee escaped the death hold she had on herself and her eyes widened in shock and horror. “It’s coming! It’s starting to come out! I can’t hold it anymore, I’m seriously starting to pee myself! This is my limit!” A fierce spurt shot out of her, soaking into her panties and causing her left hand to become damp. Her face was red from the sheer effort of holding back the impending flood, and she tightened every muscle she had to hold on for just a bit longer, just long enough to stop the car. She’d never make it to the restroom, but maybe she could avoid soaking her seat. John spoke suddenly. “Just stop the car here and go outside! It’ll be fine, trust me!” Jess wouldn’t have agreed with something like that at any other point in her life, but she was so beyond frantic and desperate she was already starting to pee her pants. She managed a stifled squeak in response and hastily stopped the car across several parking spots and threw the gear shift into park. Another more powerful spurt blasted into her panties and hand, her jeans getting slightly damp this time. Without another moment’s hesitation, Jess threw open the driver’s side door and jumped from the car, wrenching her pants and panties down to her knees and squatting down her back to the outside world. Pee exploded from her tortured bladder before she even settled fully into the squat, splashing her shoes a bit as she moved into position. Steaming liquid sprayed powerfully from between her legs and Jess felt dizzy from relief for a moment. She was still breathing hard and extremely tense, but she was finally peeing. She was finally letting it all out. About halfway through, she realized there was a large shadow falling across her. Opening her eyes and glancing over her shoulder, she noticed that John had opened the rear driver’s side door as well to shield her from the right and now stood behind her, his suit jacket held low in his hands to block her lithe figure from prying eyes, effectively creating a little box for her. Jess actually thought the gesture was quite sweet but immediately lost all semblance of thought as the overwhelming relief sent chills and shivers down her arms and back. Her eyes rolled back and she closed them again, sighing heavily, fully embracing and losing herself to the feeling of incredible relief. Jess had been peeing for nearly thirty seconds now, a fierce stream the entire time, but it was finally starting to slow. John was in awe of how much the woman had held in for so long, but didn’t turn his head to look at her. He had promised he wouldn’t look earlier and he would honor that promise till this ordeal was finished. Finally, Jess’s stream came to a stop and she sighed heavily again. Her body was trembling with relief and relaxation. It had never felt so good to just pee before. If she hadn’t known any better, she would’ve sworn she’d nearly climaxed just then. Taking a few moments to catch her breath, Jess finally spoke to John with a much calmer and softer voice than before. “I’m okay now, I’m going to stand up.” John said nothing but waited until she had pulled her panties and jeans back up before stepping away, putting his jacket back on, and turning to face her. Jess was blushing badly but smiled at him. “Thank you for covering me like that.” “It was the least I could do, you got me here in time for my flight and put yourself through such discomfort to do it. To think you were holding all for so long! I guess you really weren’t making it up earlier when you said I didn’t know what urgency really was.” The two laughed together, Jess feeling relaxed for the first time since she’d met John earlier that day. She should be mortified. Ashamed. Embarrassed to ever show her face to him again. But she didn’t feel that way. Maybe it was just because she’d needed to pee so badly, but the relief and comfort she felt at this moment far outweighed any feeling of embarrassment. And John didn’t seem awkward about it, so why should be either? “I do have to say, no matter what stories I told earlier, that was the absolute worst I’ve ever needed to pee in my entire life!” The two laughed again, genuine smiles spreading across their faces. John reached into his jacket pocket and produced a small business card with some handwritten numbers on the back, offering it to Jess. “What’s this?” she asked curiously. “The first number is the office line for my personal assistant, Sophia Rian. We actually have a job opening right now in my office, a secretary position. Full time, long term, benefits, good starting salary, opportunities for promotion, the works.” Jess felt her eyes widen at his words. It was the kind of stability she’d only imagined having for years instead of hopping between part time gigs. “We’re holding interviews right now but in-house recommendation always supersede outside applicants. What’s your full name Jess?” The young woman had to remind herself to respond. She was overwhelmed by the information he was giving her. This could be a dream job. “Jessica Simons.” “Well then, I’m going to give Sophia a call on my way through the airport and tell her your name and that I am personally recommending you for the position.” Jess’s eyes lit up and she smiled widely at the taller man. “Of course, you’ll still have to do the interview as a formality and to make sure Sophia is involved in the hiring process as well, but if I’m recommending you directly, the job will be yours. If you call her tomorrow she can probably have you in before the end of the week for the interview. I’ll be back in town early Saturday evening and you could start as soon as next Monday if you like.” John’s warm smile washed over Jess like sunlight on a white beach. She couldn’t find the words to express her gratitude other than offering a simple, stammering, “t-thank you so much!” He shook his head. “It’s the least I can do for you. You saved my life today Jess and I put you through hell to get here in time. I’d love to have you work with us, you’re incredibly dedicated to your work it seems!” “I’ll call Sophia tomorrow then, thank you again so much!” John smiled widely at her and began walking to the trunk and Jess, understanding, opened it quickly, He hoisted his bag from the car and pulled the handle up, straightening his jacket and turn to her once more. “I have to run to make my flight on time, but thank you so much for getting me here, even at the expense of yourself. I’ll make it up to you.” “You already have, this job offer is so much more than I could ask for.” “You don’t have anything else to ask? Aren’t you curious what the second number is?” There was a playful grin on his face as he eyes the card in her hand. Jess glanced at the card curiously, her eyes falling on a second number scrawled in neat penmanship beneath Sophia’s office line. “Actually yes, what is it?” John lifted his phone in his hand and grinned at her. “That’s my personal number. I’d very much like to see you again Jess, not for business, but for a date.” Jess blushed softly but smiled. She wasn’t used to being asked out point-blank like this. But then, John had presented himself with confidence and poise the entire afternoon. This was probably very in-character for him. “Um, I’d love to!” “Great,” he said, smiling that same warm, gentle smile. “I’ll take you to dinner on Saturday night after I’m back if you’re available?” “Well, I think I’m actually picking up a very important person from the airport Saturday evening first, so we may have to plan our dinner after that. See, he’s on his way to negotiate a major business deal all on his own without a business partner so I want to make sure I’m here to get him once he’s back. I’m sure it’ll be a stressful few days.” Jess grinned slyly at him and was delighted to watch John’s face overtaken by surprise. He composed himself, laughing and smiling widely at her in return, the biggest smile he’d shown her all day. “If Jess’s Layman Limo Service is offering to pick me up from the airport on Saturday evening, I would be delighted to accept!” “And for only $19.99 per month, you can have two more airport pick-ups or drop-offs at a discount!” “Oh that reminds me, I did promise you a tip much larger than you’re used to getting when you first picked me up.” “You don’t owe me a thing. You’re already recommending me for the job in your office and asked me out just now. I don’t want to feel like you’re buying my attention or something. You don’t have to give me anything at all.” “You're sure? It’s not like I can’t afford it,” he laughed jovially. “Positive. I can’t take all three things from you! I’m already being spoiled enough as it is!” “I can understand that. Fair enough!” The two shared a comfortable smile before Jess looked away, her eyes slightly downcast as an anxious thought suddenly invaded her mind. “So…you don’t think I’m disgusting for what happened a few minutes ago? You aren’t revolted by the fact that you had to shield me while I lost control and peed in a parking lot a foot behind you?” John shook his head, leaning in close to Jess and lowering his voice. “Jess, that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed. And not only the ending just now, but the entire drive.” Jess blushed fiercely but felt somehow flattered too. Sure she may not be as confident in saying things like that as John was, but she enjoyed feeling desired by someone she found desirable. It wasn’t the most common feeling in the world for her, but somehow she just knew there was something special between them already. Jess decided she’d test the waters and her own confidence a little. “Well…maybe I won’t have time to use the restroom before I come pick you up Saturday evening. Who knows?” she offered coyly, chancing a wink at him. To her delight, John blushed a bit before composing himself yet again. “Whatever the state you’re in, I just know I’d love to see you again in a few days. I hate to cut things short, but I have to run Jess. Thank you again for getting me here on time. I’ll call Sophia on my way in and I’ll see you Saturday!” Jess smiled and nodded, sending him on his way. “Have a safe flight,” she called as her passenger hurried across the parking lot towards the airport. He called his thanks back to her before rushing towards the main entrance. Turning towards the car again, Jess noticed the incredible puddle she’d left under and around the car. Marveling at the fact that she’d managed to hold all of that for as long as she had, she jumped across it and back into her car, closing the door and reaching for her phone. She input the two numbers John had given her and felt her heart flutter at the prospect of seeing him again. John Marshal was someone very interesting indeed. Preparing to head back home at long last, Jess looked towards the airport doors once more. The man she’d spent the better part of the last hour with had just entered the building and the doors were sliding shut behind him. She glanced at her phone clock to see if holding her pee that long had been worth it. Smiling contentedly to herself, she put the car in drive and began to head home for the day, exhausted but more excited for the future than she’d felt in quite a while. 4:59pm. Ahead of schedule.
  6. Hello! This is the first time I’ve ever posted despite having been aware of this forum for quite some time. I figured it was about time to contribute something myself! Despite the writing style, this is an absolutely true experience from this past weekend. I enjoy writing and wanted to challenge myself to write in a style similar to an author I’m reading lately (the same one I allude to in the story proper), but also wanted to try to convey a fun experience for you to read in a different way! Hope you enjoy, and feedback is always welcome and appreciated! Two and a half hours. Two and a half hours can apply to a lot of situations. It might be the length of a class. Perhaps it’s the run time of the most recent Avengers movie, or two-thirds the run time of the next. It might be the wait for a particularly popular restaurant during lunch rush. It could even be how long a flight will take. But no, today two and a half hours was how long my flight had been delayed from it’s original departure time of 11:30am. I wasn’t particularly upset about this. I was going to Texas for my friend’s wedding. I had no commitments that night aside from getting to the hotel so the delay wasn’t causing me to be strapped for time. In fact, the extra time I’d been given allowed me to enjoy a leisurely breakfast in the airport and lose myself in a captivating novel I’d been reading, so it’s not like the time went to waste either. When I think about it though, two and a half hours was actually the length of this flight as well, so by the time I stepped onto the plane, it dawned on me that I could already be getting off of it in Texas right now had we left on time. Turns out the plane I was getting on had been delayed by storms in Arizona and some equipment malfunction that forced a plane swap before they had made their way to California. Water under the bridge now anyway. I was in the twenty seventh row, the kiss of death for anyone looking to deplane quickly at the end of a flight. But I wasn’t in any rush to get anywhere once we landed anyway, so it wasn’t a big deal. The earliest commitment I had was the next morning; no need to fret about deplaning quickly. Besides, I had an aisle seat and I could stretch my legs out, if just a bit. Ah, the joys of being 6’1” on a cramped Boeing. I’d like to take a moment to comment on my predispositions. I try not to be a judgmental person. I don’t know the lives of most people around me. Someone who looks frightfully aggressive might just be putting on airs and have a huge heart underneath. Or maybe they’d get in your face just because you accidentally exchanged a glance with them. Someone who’s overweight might have a physical disorder. Maybe they’re in the gym every morning working their ass off to get in shape. Maybe they just don’t care. It’s none of my business anyway. My point is, you can’t tell much about a person or a situation by a simple glance. But doesn’t something about traveling by plane (or perhaps traveling in general) make everyone ten times more irritable, or less considerate at any rate? So as I reached my aisle seat in the twenty seventh row of the cramped Boeing, it was with mixed feelings that I gazed at my seatmate. In the center seat (next to me) was a rather large woman. Curly brunette hair, probably in her mid-40s if I had to hazard a guess. The thing I really noticed though was that her left armrest was disappearing into her side. Mm. I wasn’t even going to have the entirety of my tiny little seat to myself. I’m sure she’s a lovely person. She struck me as pleasant at the very least from what little I heard from her during the course of our travel together. But with planes being as cramped as they already are, especially in coach, I must admit I felt something akin to annoyance at her size. Again, I don’t know her story. I just knew I had to sit beside her for the next two and a half hours. Stowing my bag underneath the seat in front of me, I noticed my other seatmate, a woman by the window, clearly of some relation to Curly in the center. She was probably in her early thirties, with red hair that didn’t look natural enough to not have been dyed recently. Almost as if it flew off of her skin towards me, my eyes were briefly drawn to the butterfly tattoo she had behind her left ear. She and Curly were chatting about when they would be meeting up with "Rose" that night as I sat down and fastened my own seat belt. The next ten minutes of boarding were uneventful, until a sporty girl in her mid-twenties stepped out of the row four or five in front of me. I say sporty because she wore leggings and a close-fitting sweatshirt, the kind of look that passes at both the gym or a lazy trip to Starbucks. So perhaps “sporty” isn’t the best adjective for this girl, but it’s the one that immediately came to mind. In fact, the more I think back on it, the adjective seems less proper. So let’s just call it her name and pretend I’m right. Anyway, Sporty stood in the aisle waiting for the person next to me (barring the walkway) to put their bag in the overhead compartment. She was shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot and biting her lip gently, a look of nervousness ever-present in her eyes. It was too good to be true that I was actually seeing someone in this situation, wasn’t it? Surely I was just misreading the cues. As the next several moments passed, however, it was obvious that she was waiting for this person to put their bag away so she could get to the back of the plane and use the restrooms there. After what felt like quite some time thanks to the delightful show I subtly partook in, but what was in reality only thirty second or a minute, the stranger in question sat down and Sporty made a beeline towards the back of the plane. Not wanting to be a creep and watch after her as she passed, I settled back into my chair when I heard the voice of who was obviously a flight attendant, a female. “Miss, we’re about to start taxiing, I’ll have to ask you to return to your seat.” It wasn’t a harsh tone, but the tone of someone who didn’t want excuses. “I’m sorry ma’am, I just really need to use the restroom. I’ll only be two minutes, I swear.” Form the way she stressed the word “really” and the tone of voice that sounded like she was begging this woman to have pity on her, it was pretty obvious that she truly needed to go. Sensing this maybe, the flight attendant did actually take pity on her. Two minutes should be okay, she said. A second later I heard the door behind me close and saw the flight attendant in question walk by. A more selfish part of me was the tiniest bit disappointed that the flight attendant had caved so easily. True to her word, Sporty returned to her seat quickly and the rest of taxiing and take off was uneventful. I have a tendency to watch out the window during that time. I’m prone to motion sickness so seeing the ground as we taxi is important to help me feel grounded and aware of my movement. During take off, it’s mostly just to watch the ground disappear beneath us. Not that I’m a nervous flyer. To be honest, most of the flight was uneventful too. Curly fell asleep promptly and Red (the younger woman with the butterfly tattoo) did as well for a time, though she woke up again soon after. The flight attendant with the drink cart gave water to both Red and myself, skipping the sleeping Curly. Sometime during the flight I became mildly aware of the fact that Red knew the person in the seat directly behind her as they talked about something. I say mildly aware because, in an effort to make this flight as enjoyable as possible, I was wearing electronic noise canceling headphones and reading the same novel from earlier. Truly I wasn’t aware of most things happening around me for our duration in the air. I even managed to doze off for about thirty minutes, rare for me on a plane. And not because I’m a nervous flyer. I just don’t sleep easily if I’m not in a bed. Finally, after a rather boring two and a half hours, we began our decent. In those same two and a half hours that Thanos managed to end half the universe, we managed to make it to Texas. I’m not sure which is the more monumental accomplishment honestly, given the general lack of efficiency when it comes to organizing passengers for air travel. That inefficiency is never more obvious than when you’re waiting to deplane and watching what can only be described as the slowest people on the planet try to gather their miraculously misplaced belongings and leave the crowded aircraft in some semblance of a timely fashion. Something I wasn’t looking forward to once we landed. Putting my headphones and book away, I watched out the window again, past the still sleeping Curly and the aimless Red, as the ground rose up to greet us. I enjoy watching the plane get closer to the ground at the end of a flight. It gives the trip a sense of accomplishment and finality, having arrived at the destination at long last. It’s not because I’m a nervous flyer. As we touched down, the plane bounced off the runway rather roughly before it’s wheels stuck to the pavement and we slowed down to taxiing speed rather abruptly (as usual). The noisy landing woke Curly and the jolt upon touching down had caused Red’s aimless staring to shift into a more deliberate focus. I wasn’t sure why. It was then that I noticed Red’s right leg bouncing up and down urgently. Unlike in the case of Sporty, I can’t think of a better word to describe her motion. It was an aggressive motion, with sharpness and intent. It wasn’t as if she were bouncing her leg idly out of habit or restlessness. But I couldn’t quite believe that I’d have the luck to witness the same dilemma on the same flight just two and a half hours apart. I didn’t have to wait for long to discover a definitive answer, though. As if in response to my thoughts, Red spoke to Curly suddenly. “I have to pee so freakin’ bad.” “Do you?” was Curly’s listless response. She had just woken up; I couldn’t blame her for being a bit out of it. I found my ears suddenly hanging on the conversation happening next to me, a stark contrast to just a few minutes before. “Yeah. I don’t have to go so bad that I’m crying…not like last time. But yeah, I have to pee really bad.” I suddenly found myself very curious what had happened last time. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Red’s urgently bouncing right leg shifted into a wide scissoring of both legs. Her motion was so exaggerated that her thighs and knees were banging together with each repetition. The previously aimless gaze she’d worn during our decent that was now a nervous, pointed stare out the window seemed to be willing the plane to it’s gate quickly and without interruption. As luck would have it though, our plane came to a stop out in the middle of the airfield, not at it’s gate. “Oh god why are we stopping?” I heard her mutter in disbelief. The captain came on the intercom and informed us that we were waiting for a plane to take off on the runway and then we’d be on our way to the gate, but that didn’t seem to be of much comfort to Red. The girl in the seat directly behind her, the one Red had been chatting with earlier, leaned forward and asked her, “what’s wrong?” She was a shorter girl with long black hair. I would later discover that she was wearing a comfy-looking sweatshirt. As I noticed Red shift from her aggressive scissoring motion back to urgently shaking her right leg, she turned slightly and answered. “Nothing, I just really need to pee. Every minute we’re out here it feels like I’m closer to peeing my pants.” Comfy offered a sympathetic chuckle. “I don’t think I’m that bad off, but I have to pee too.” I wonder if Red took any solace in knowing she wasn’t alone in her predicament. Another three minutes passed, Red shifting every few seconds between bouncing her right leg and scissoring both, and we finally started to move again. As I glanced out the window to keep my sensitive inner-ear aligned with the motion of the plane, I noticed that Red had stopped moving entirely, both hands gripping her knees tightly. Her knuckles were white and she was trembling lightly. It wasn’t long until we reached the gate, maybe another three minutes at most. And finally we began to deplane. Have I mentioned how much I hate deplaning? I won’t waste your time by detailing it again, but it’s such a miserably slow process. And today, a selfish part of me was quite glad to be in the twenty seventh row of a crowded Boeing for such a slow process. After all, I had nowhere to be in a rush. As we waited patiently (perhaps some of us were waiting impatiently) for those in front of us to gather their belongings and exit the plane, I caught a bit of the conversation that Comfy struck up with Red and Curly. Red apparently had two hours until a connecting flight in another terminal while Curly and Comfy were staying in Texas. We must have waited there for fifteen minutes. It was painfully slow going. Though if I were to give the word painful to someone’s experience during that deplaning, it would have been Red. She went from nervously singing songs (sadly, they were akin to the Baby Shark song) to sitting in dead silence and scrunching her face in focus. Her hands rarely left her knees, still gripping tightly as she practically shook the seats around her from her frantic leg bouncing. She hadn’t had that much water during the flight, at least if she’d had the same amount as me from the drink cart, but it’s hard to tell much about a person from just a glance. Maybe she’d been waiting since before the flight took off two and a half hours ago, but hadn’t had the heart to ask Curly and I to move, especially after the former had fallen asleep so soundly. Maybe she’d had something to drink in the airport back in California that hadn’t caught up to her till halfway through the flight. Or maybe water just went right through her and that small glass was enough to send her into such a frantic state after an hour and a half since she'd consumed it. It was impossible to know what had led to her situation, but it wasn’t that big of a stretch to guess where it would end. If I wasn’t lucky enough to see the conclusion here on this airplane, of course. As you might not be surprised to learn, Red didn’t end up losing control on the plane (though she certainly seemed to be getting closer to that eventuality). No, instead the rows in front of us all cleared out and I took my bag and stepped out into the aisle at last, exiting the plane a few moments later. Once I reached the terminal, I slowed down for a moment and checked the messages on my phone, answering my friend who was coming to pick me up from the airport before long. After I did so, I noticed Red, Curly, and Comfy pass me at a labored pace. Labored is another word choice I’m quite proud of coming up with. It was labored in part because Red clearly needed to use the restroom so badly that she couldn’t walk much faster if she wanted to. Comfy was in a similar situation, I could guess from glancing at her. Her stride was small and tentative. It was also labored because I don’t really think Curly could have walked much faster and Red and Comfy seemed reluctant to rush off ahead of her and leave her behind. So they continued at this pointedly labored pace until we reached the baggage claim exit. The three women stopped for a moment, Curly gesturing to the exit. Red and Comfy shook their heads, Red mouthing something (almost certainly reiterating how much she needed to pee) and the two younger girls continued into the terminal as Curly exited to baggage. Moments later I was presented with the same choice. But what kind of author would I be if I didn’t see the story out to it’s conclusion? I continued in the same direction as Red and Comfy, partly because I was curious to see how their story would end and partly because I was thirsty and without water. There was a water fountain ahead, right by the restrooms, and our individual destinations would end up taking us to similar places. Red and Comfy sped up a bit more without Curly and were close to the ladies’ room a minute later. Somehow, I noticed, Comfy got the edge on Red and managed to enter the restroom first, despite her earlier claims that she didn’t need to go as badly. I wonder if that changed somewhere along the way. Maybe when she stood up? The water fountain that I was looking for was just past the restroom and as I passed by, I glanced at the entrance out of curiosity. To my surprise, I could still see Comfy and Red framed by the empty doorway, clearly waiting in a long line. Part of me wondered how it would play out, but it felt far too creepy to loiter around the area and see. So I had my water and turned back towards the baggage claim area I’d passed before. I had one more surprise waiting for me, however. As I passed the restroom once more (noting that Comfy and Red weren’t visible in the doorway anymore), a girl that looked to be in her early twenties, short and with striking blonde hair, sprinted past me. She was moving so fast that a gust of air from her wake ruffled my hair. I glanced first to my right, where she’d come from. Clearly she had just dashed off a plane that had arrived, judging by the steady stream of passengers coming from the connecting bridge nearby. I glanced back over my shoulder next, the direction she’d hurried in, and saw her handing her bag to a guy she knew, before rushing into the same restroom I had walked by a moment ago. The same restroom that Red and Comfy were almost certainly still waiting in line to use. That meant Runner, who was apparently so desperate that she’d broken into a wind sprint through the airport upon deplaning, wouldn’t be finding her relief right away. Pondering if the three girls would all make it in time, I continued to retrace my steps and exited to the baggage claim, eager to enjoy my weekend in Texas and to share my friend’s wedding with her. How could I really end there, though? The epilogue. Though I didn’t see any more desperation sightings that day, I did notice a few more details. About ten minutes after I’d arrived at the baggage claim, the luggage finally came down onto the carousel. Looking around for my own bag, I noticed Curly, thanks to her rather distinctive hair (and in part, her size). Upon seeing her though, I watched her wave to Comfy, who had just entered the baggage claim area herself. Deductive reasoning leads me to believe that if she made it with no signs of trouble, Red probably did too, despite having to go seemingly worse than Comfy did. It also stood to reason that if Red’s connecting flight meant she would be continuing into the terminal, she and Comfy would have said goodbye, which could mean that the line they’d been waiting in had only taken about five minutes or so. You could even guess that Runner had made it in time too, though her case was probably far closer than either Red’s or Comfy’s. Maybe they’d even taken pity on the poor girl and let her go in front of them if she’d been desperate enough. It’s hard to tell much about a situation from a simple glance. But sometimes the stories you can invent from not knowing all the details can be just as fun. If you might humor this one possibility of how the situation played out: Comfy and Red stood in line, chatting about whatever they could think of to take their minds off of their uncomfortably full bladders. Red was tapping her foot the entire time, maybe even doing a full on little dance. Comfy was more still, tense and perhaps tapping her toe impatiently. Both girls are getting closer to the front of the line when Runner sprints into the restroom, letting out an audible groan when she sees the line. Already frantic, Runner is bouncing on the spot, desperately trying to hold back with relief so close at hand. Comfy and Red, despite their urgent state, notice that the girl behind them is truly in dire need of the restroom. Comfy offers Runner to cut ahead of her in line, which she gratefully accepts, thanking Comfy profusely. Red is slightly annoyed by this, having been more desperate than Comfy though still winding up behind her in line, but accepts it. Even though she’s really bad off, she can tell Runner is about to lose it. After those five minutes in line, Runner finally makes it to a stall and lets lose, the intense relief causing her to sigh and shiver contentedly. Red and Comfy find themselves on the edge, already incredibly desperate and now having to hear the younger girl pee with such force. Luckily for them, there are plenty of stalls and soon two women exit and allow Red and Comfy to find the relief they both needed so badly. After seeing each other off, Red continues to her connecting flight as Comfy returns to the baggage claim area, reuniting with Curly briefly before continuing on her way. Of course, this is just my own imagining creating one way it could have played out. It’s entirely possible that whatever thoughts you can come up with might have happened too. I do think it’s unlikely that any of them lost control though. Perhaps Runner, if things got really bad. But that kind of situation is pretty rare in real life, isn’t it? At least when the situations come up by accidental means. At last my bag arrived and I hoisted it off the carousel and began to set off towards the front of the airport. As I did, I noticed something both hilarious and, to certain parties, probably frustrating. Perhaps only Comfy would have benefited from it, though depending on her destination, maybe Runner even more so. As if it was some sort of punchline, from the center of the baggage claim I could see two sets of restrooms on either side of the hallway. None of them had any sort of line to speak of.
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