DerivativeWings

I really enjoy bathroom lines, mostly for the many-character desperation aspect. I think different characters interacting and affecting each other’s desperation can lead to a lot of exciting moments. Of the top of my head I don’t have any examples though.

You're the real bandit, dropping pee-smut when I least expect it

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I do that all the time. Often I don't really think about it

I'm that person. I can go for a very long time without using the toilet if I want to. Sometimes I get a little annoyed with my friends for using the bathroom so often until I remember that's what's normal.

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University has been eating all my time lately but hopefully I'll be able to finish the final chapter sometime somewhat reasonably timely. I was really hoping to finish it all off back in July when I had more time but it was not to be.

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It's time for the next chapter! I'm glad people seemed to have enjoyed the previous one - this story is a little different from what I usually write so I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to do it full justice. Just like last time, I've added some extra little world details at the beginning but feel free to skip those if you just want to get into the second chapter. Enjoy! Tidbits of the town Underside server’s bathroom – This pleasant, airy room is tiled in a white and pink checkerboard pattern. Only staff can enter, as they all get a personal key. The chamber pots inside have lids to prevent any bad smell, and a high window keeps the air inside fresh. The window faces the great drop towards the crater’s side, and the great waterfall can just barely be heard inside the bathroom. Later in the day when shifts end, there is sometimes a bit of a queue. Fashion in Tethertown – The blue-and-white skirts of the Underside servers are definitely not anything to be worn on the streets of Tethertown. The city is highly vertical, with side-streets often leading to rickety staircases and rope-bridges. Trousers, a blouse and a short jacket are what the respected ladies of Tethertown wear, though recently even shorter legwear has become quite fashionable with women who spend most of their time outside. Trapped in the Bar Chapter 2 - Mistake and Misfortune Special thanks to Biku! (Not for anything relating to this chapter, just for being awesome in general) This was absolutely not fine. A little less than an hour later, and Laine was squirming even worse than before he had used the pot. He had hoped his bladder would not be getting any fuller since he was no longer drinking anything, but his kidneys seemed happy to add what felt like oceans into his already swollen and tired bladder. Laine was using every trick he knew to holding himself while still being able to act a proper server until his shift ended. At this point, most guests were just buying their afternoon coffee at the register and enjoying it outside in the sun, but some were still having a late lunch. Thankfully, Laine didn’t have to interact with the guests at this point as he was going around clearing the tables after the guests had left them. Whenever he was facing an empty table, he would cross his legs and sometimes give himself a squeeze hoping nobody would see. However, clearing the tables had now put him in the worst position imaginable – right in front of the massive window facing the waterfall. No matter how much his eyes tried to avert themselves from the crashing water, it always seemed to be there in the corner of his vision. Of course, the suggestive imagery of the large crater filling with liquid was hardly lost on him at this point either. The one upside to Laine’s location was the relative privacy he could now take advantage off. The back of the bar was already relatively quiet, with less than a handful of tables taken. Facing the window, Laine’s front was completely obscured. Now, Laine was free to massage his aching bladder and even clutch himself when it felt like he was about to pee. At feeling the hard bulge of his stomach, Laine couldn’t stop a low whine from slipping out. The sound was incredibly embarrassing, but he simply couldn’t help it at this point. Red-faced and hoping nobody heard, Laine kept on scrubbing the table clean with one leg over the other. Despite his troubles, it was just fifteen minutes left until Laine could leave. Given that he had been able to hold himself so far, Laine felt reinvigorated and confident. He could last fifteen minutes. As long as he allowed himself to squeeze and squirm when it became unbearable, he would make it through the day! As Laine was thinking about all this, a group of cheery-looking younger adults entered the café and took their seats near the window. At this point things were very slow, so Laine took notice despite his predicament. A somewhat worried-looking server whose name Laine hadn’t spoken to yet rushed up to where Laine was finishing up his tables. “Hey, Laine, right? They showed up for dinner, but we don’t normally serve dinner for another ten minutes or so… Gus said he’d make an exception, but we’re a little understaffed. I know your shift ends soon, but could you keep them company for a little while we get things ready?” She bit her lip nervously. “Pour up some water for them, you can leave after. Is that ok?” Laine nodded in a somewhat convincing way. “U-um, yes. Mathilda told me about how to-” “Oh, wonder!” Laine was cut off, but the girl seemed to brighten up. Before he could say anything else, she had already rushed off in the general direction of the kitchen. This was not good news for Laine’s tired and stretched bladder. The conversation with the girl had made him seize up, but now that she’d left Laine felt dangerously close to leaking. It was like his body had interpreted him stopping his squirming and squeezing as a signal that it was time to let go. *Spurt* A small amount of liquid rushed into his underwear, reminding him once again of how and why he had to keep holding at all costs. Squirming and blushing, he too left for the kitchen to get water. Greeting him was a neat metal sink and several see-through carafes lined up for him to use. Placing the nearest one under the tap, he started filling it up. Just a single second in, and this was an emergency. He didn’t want to clutch himself and announce his need to anyone that may walk through this part of the kitchen, but he had no other option. Banging his knees together, while using one hand to prevent liquid from spilling out at any cost. The filling carafe took his mind to strange places. He imagined grabbing another for himself and doing what he desperately needed to do, he imagined jumping up the sink, sitting down and lowering his underwear so he could finally…! Fighting back what felt like several potential spurts, Laine was able to turn off the running water as the carafe was almost filled to the brim. The clear water was almost glittering in the sunlight let through the submarine window. Earlier, Mathilda had showed him the location of ice cubes, as well as a certain sour fruit used to add a fresh taste and aesthetic to the water. Now that he didn’t have to listen to the running water any more, Laine was no longer quite as frantic and could cut the fruit into bite-sized pieces without too much of a hassle. Getting the ice proved to be more of a challenge. Squatting down to open the fridge, Laine was immediately greeted with a gust of freezing air. “Haah-ah…!” The frigid breeze traveled past his exposed and trembling legs and continued up under his skirt to caress the sensitive areas protected by clothing. The shock caused another involuntary release, which while much smaller than the first one forced Laine to rock in place as he waited for the overwhelming urge to once again subside. When Laine was certain he wouldn’t immediately wet the floor if he moved, he quickly brought out a tray of ice and carried it to the table. The cold feeling on his hands was quite difficult to ignore, but he managed to endure just long enough to get back to the counter. When adding the cubes and the fruit to the carafe, Laine realized his grave error - the additional volume had now filled the glass jug to the brim. Normally this would be a simple enough problem to solve – just pour out a bit of the water, but the mere thought of draining just a little bit of water from the overfull container almost brought Laine to the brink of a third leak. Instead, Laine did the only thing he could think of. Gripping the handle with one hand, and the other to steady the container, Laine started making his way out of the kitchen and to the tables. This was proving to be an even worse idea than Laine had initially thought. Making sure the overfull carafe didn’t spill took almost all his attention and focusing intently on a liter of liquid precariously held within a fully filled container was not exactly what Laine needed right now. It seemed like a miracle Laine even made it out of the kitchen considering just how full both the carafe, and his bladder, were. Too much shivering would break the surface tension of the carafe and spill its contents all over the floor, but Laine really wasn’t really in a position where shivers were optional. His walk became a desperate balance of desperate squirming to keep his lower flood under constraints while simultaneously never letting it reach all the way to his hands. Eventually, the inevitable happened. The biggest bladder pang yet – it was though his bladder tried to void itself all at once – hit Laine like hammer. He couldn’t help doubling over slightly, in his current posture he was nanoseconds away from starting a stream he couldn’t stop. While his bladder calmed down, the carafe’s delicate balance had been disrupted. Laine reacted just a moment too late and drops of water came crashing out and hitting the floor dramatically before Laine was able to stop the flow. The escaped water had luckily been too small an amount to make a mess, but before Laine was even able to breathe a sigh of relief, a disastrous sensation made itself known. Somehow, a few frigid drops had splashed onto Laine’s leg, caressing him with chill as gravity forced them to run down the skin of his inner thigh. This was too cruel. It reminded Laine of the feeling of wetting himself, streaks of urine travelling down his legs when the pressure reached an unbearable peak. This was ice-cold water, and the sensation would have been highly uncomfortable under normal circumstances. With a bladder as full as Laine’s it was beyond agonizing. He had to close his eyes and squeeze his entire body shut to resist a mortifying wetting then and there. Somehow and against all odds, Laine found himself at the table. There were four young men sitting and talking, seemingly a group of long-time friends. The raven-haired one farthest from the window seemed particularly boisterous, though they all quickly settled down as Laine approached. When serving a table, Laine had been instructed to pour drinks for the guests. But that wasn’t happening today – Laine didn’t know what he would say if they explicitly asked him to, but he knew that he wouldn’t and couldn’t pour water out of the carafe right now. Luckily, nobody questioned him as he simply placed the carafe on the table. “Gil, you ought to ask now that a server is here, you can’t wait.” The tall, raven-haired one urged on his shorter friend who seemed to be blushing, though it was hard to tell with his face turned away. He turned to Laine. “H-hey, could you show me the bathroom, please? I-I’ll buy something first if I have to…” The short one who was apparently called Gil spoke bashfully without really looking at Laine, seemingly hiding behind his curly locks of blonde hair. “Uh, sure. Staircase near the counter, by the ship’s wheel thing mounted on the wall.” Laine pointed in the towards the counter, he himself curtseying as he did. “B-but… Could you show me, I went looking before and I couldn’t find it at all…” The youth was blushing even deeper at this point, the red tint reaching all the way to his ears. The world seemed completely intent on torturing Laine’s poor bladder with obstacle after obstacle. He was tempted to simply deny the request, but Gil seemed so distraught and Laine couldn’t help to feel a certain kinship with the desperate young man. “Please f-follow me sir.” His stutter had been very subtle, and Laine hoped that neither Gil nor his comrades had picked up on it. Laine was in dire straits and beyond, too, but not having to carry the carafe had been a significant boon to his ability to hold. Additionally, the fellow seemed so embarrassed and flustered Laine couldn’t help but want to set him at ease and assist him out of his predicament. “Oh, thank you...!” Rising out of his seat, the young man started following Laine to the bathrooms. At first, he was walking somewhat normally behind Laine – if incredibly stiffly. Soon he gave up on this and instead elected to directly hold himself while blushing furiously. Laine looked back a few times and had never before seen someone so scarlet – Gil seemed close to bursting into tears. The walk to the bathroom was mercifully for both of them very short – Laine really wasn’t sure how Gil could have missed it. The blonde seemed to shy away from the few people they passed on the way, staff and some other guests. Laine had felt vulnerable and defeated just a minute ago but next to Gil he felt like a stoic protector. Though even with Laine’s somewhat restored confidence, he couldn’t stop a few shudders and curtseys on the way so anyone closely observing would still undoubtedly just see two boys desperate for a toilet. The toilet was occupied, though luckily there was no queue. Gil seemed pretty miserable and even closer to crying than before as he made his way to stand near the door. Despite his apparent desperation, Gil refrained from knocking or otherwise trying to make the bathroom’s current occupant speed up. Just as Laine was about to leave, some cruel god seemingly once again intervened to further add to his troubles. It started as a whimpering sound, coupled with the dripping of water. Laine turned around to find that the locked door had been one obstacle too many for Gil. Streaks of pee were making their way down his trousers, dripping out at the hem. The poor youth was sobbing, it seemed he was still trying his best to keep himself contained even though that looked to be a hopelessly doomed effort at this point. For Laine, the effect was beyond paralyzing. Here was someone wetting themselves barely even a meter away, and his own struggle was once again reaching a boiling point. Laine was leaking, and it wasn’t at all like before. While carrying the carafe, he had willed himself to keep himself dry just a little longer. Now, it seemed completely hopeless. Where would he even pee, if he managed to hold on? Making it home was an impossibility, and he’d need to change first. Using the server’s bathroom was just not possible – this late in the day the servers who were done for the day were taking the opportunity to empty their bladders before heading home. Perhaps Laine could pee in an alleyway yet faced with the scene before him he knew he didn’t have any more time. At least he wouldn’t be alone. *Pssht* Laine leaked again, more, this time. The front of Gil’s pants was soaked, but he was still stubbornly grabbing himself. Laine was a single second away from resigning himself to the same fate, when suddenly the bathroom opened to reveal a girl in a strange large hat and a sundress. “OhthankgodIcan’tholditanylonger…!” Gil rushed into the bathroom with superhuman speed and slammed the door behind him. The previous occupant gave him, and Laine, curious looks as she passed them but didn’t comment on either of the pee-dancing wrecks as she left the bar. Laine had been quite unceremoniously left behind. Wetting himself had seemed like his only alternative just a moment ago, yet now such a thing seemed completely unthinkable. Despite several pangs of protest from his bladder and another rebellious spurt, Laine was able to run away from the toilet door before he ran the risk of hearing the noises Gil would undoubtedly make upon relieving himself. When going up the stairs back into the main portion of the bar, Laine glanced towards the direction of the staff toilets. They were far from unoccupied, a small queue of two serving girls waiting for their turn at relief had formed outside. All his options were cut off. He was running out of time. What was Laine to do? Laine's tale will conclude in the next chapter...

Magical micro micturition. I wonder if she had to wait for a tiny toilet to be installed or if the wizards just magicked it into existence for her.

Someone so small uses the human toilet? I guess it’s easier when you have wings to get up there. I say we try and do it! Truly there is nothing that might go wrong.

This fiction contains content sponsored by Wizards of the Coa- -I mean, it was a fun story! Magic: Arena is pretty fun, and seeing more Bouncy + Meta is always nice.