DerivativeWings

Very cool! Sometimes when I see a puddle it makes me wonder about its volume... I should start pouring glasses of water onto the pavement as an experiment haha

Neat story! Asking a celebrity who is still peeing on the pavement for an interview is certainly a power move.

Your decision has been made: you are going to Betray Siren. Soon, you shall learn the outcome of this decision. You try to calm yourself. Think rationally. You would wet yourself if you didn’t use the toilet after this. That was surely a fact. Any part of your brain that thought otherwise was delusional, it had to be. On the flipside, you had no real reason to believe Siren would definitely wet herself if she had to wait a few more rounds. It was clear she was desperate, sure. But she had still told you to betray her. God, what if she was just sacrificing herself so you could make it? Somehow, you feel like she might do that. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you quickly push “Betray”. Sorry, Siren. No other ch- You are hit with a pulse of pain, pressure and tension from your bladder. It is fine now; you could focus entirely on holding now that your opportunity to use the toilet had been secured. You unbutton your jeans so you can apply direct pressure. You would probably have to remain in this state of partial undress even after you exit. It might be embarrassing, but you need every- Another immense pulse. The pressure down near the exit, between your legs, isn’t decreasing at all between waves. Instead, your urge to pee keeps rising above anything you’ve ever felt before. You feel a sensation similar to a pot boiling over as the liquid in your bladder looks for any space to expand, and finding only the outside of your body. Your fingers have found their way into your panties, and are frenetically trying to fill any gap between naked skin and air, physically sealing you up. Hold it, hold it, hold it…! Sh-! As the pressure rises to unbearable levels, you are hit with a third pulse. This time, it is all pain. You are left gasping for air as you flinch, which hurts too. You can feel the panic welling up inside you. You just needed to hold out until the vote finished. You had to. If you wet yourself, you would be stuck here forever. And your vote against Siren… Focus, focus, breathe, breath- A hot gush of pee blasts right out of you, physically parting your fingers. Fear and adrenaline is enough to cause you to redouble your efforts, quickly creating a clamping the exit shut. You are afraid to even open your eyes and assess the damage. How much did you just let out? Did you just lose the DP Game? Are leaks even allowed in the first place? Your bladder doesn’t even relent enough to let you survey any of that, as another full-force pang hits you square in the stomach. This time you resist, barely. The pressure wasn’t rising any longer, but it also wasn’t decreasing. And it was so, so bad. The sheer weight from your bladder directly against your pussy was unlike anything you had ever experienced. In any other situation, you would have gladly wet yourself just to be rid of it. Again it hits you. You don’t know how much longer you could take this. How much time had passed? You couldn’t tell, and you couldn’t open your eyes. Your fingers felt wet. Did you leak again? No, no you didn’t. Please, no. No more. And again. The intensity had peaked already. It wasn’t getting worse. But you were getting weaker. Your willpower was rapidly depleting. So was your physical strength. You were going to hit your limit, soon. Way too soon. You were doing everything you could just to stay dry. You- LIMIT CRISIS – CHATTY (Current: 20% rate of success) HOLD ON (Each vote adds 5% to the rate of success) GIVE UP (Each vote removes 5% from the rate of success)

Your decision has been made: you are going to Drink the Super Diuretic. Soon, you shall learn the outcome of this decision. Okay, no big deal. It’s just kind of super-diuretic in this pee game with your freedom at stake. And you are also possibly already as desperate to pee as you’ve ever been. Or you soon would be, at least. You look at the glass again. You had to drink it, no question. The potential reward was just too high, since lowering the DP cost of using the toilet might guarantee that everyone to could the toilet next round, sans Nemean. And it would even help Nemean in three separate ways: reducing the cost, ensuring that everyone used the toilet all at once, and greatly improving the odds her DP game partner could ally with her or even let themselves get betrayed. That outcome was simply too good to ignore. You try to ignore your screaming bladder long enough to strategize. Was it best to drink immediately, or wait a little? The best outcome would be if everyone drank immediately, since then the game would end earlier. However, by waiting a bit you might coax anyone who hadn’t drank yet to drink. You ultimately decide drinking soon was better, since Rocker probably needed to get to the next DP round ASAP. Yeah, just chug it. It goes down easily. You’re not entirely sure what you expected, but it just tastes like a normal glass of water. For some reason you expected it to be lemon-flavored or something? Maybe because lemons are yellow? On second thought, don’t think too deeply about that. You don’t think it’s doing anything yet, and you aren’t sure how fast-acting this thing is. If- The weight of your bladder hits you like a herd of elephants. No, it’s worse, like a herd of elephants if the elephants were made of lead. And had wings and could fly. Into your bladder. At supersonic speeds. You immediately crumple, using your hands as best you can to avoid any premature leakage. You are able to make sure you don’t wet yourself on the spot, but as soon as you’re capable of cogent thought again panic starts to sink in. Was this the result of the diuretic? That was impossible, right? It had been seconds since you drank it. You try to control your breathing as well as you bladder. Yeah, it was impossible. The truth was, your bladder was just unbearably full, and you had been ignoring it. This was your reminder. Awful timing, given what you just drank. You look back on the empty glass. This was bad. This was… really bad. Three minutes have now passed since the last participant drank diuretic. Because all participants did not drink the diuretic, the DP cost to use the toilet remains unchanged. The doors will now open, and the Unity Game will now end. That will be all. You flinch twice. Once at the announcement, and then again when the doors swoosh open. This was so, so bad. You needed to make sure you could use the toilet next round, you couldn’t take more of this. The matchups needed to be good too. If you were matched up with Orca, or Rocker, or even Nemean… They had to be good, they had to! You quickly exit the chamber. “Shit fucking garbage ass eater! Which one of you didn’t drink? I drank the shitty super pisser water for nothing! I trusted you guys!” Orca comes out, guns swinging. “We would have been in a much better position if everyone had drank the diuretic. Since not everyone did, I at least hope it wasn’t just one of us who didn’t.” Rocker’s breathing is much more high-pitched than usual. You think she might be trying not to hyperventilate. “No time for fights. I promised I would wait one round. I waited. I have enough DP. I will use the toilet after voting. No matter… what anyone says. Fucking. DP game. Now.” “Hey, none of us can make this go any fas-” “She’s right. We need to check the matchups and try to ensure as many people as possible use the toilet this round. We can point fingers after that.” “Yeah… Sorry. Let’s get there as quickly as we can.” Current DP and matchups Room 1 - Rocker [5 DP] versus Nemean [0 DP] Room 2 - Chatty [3 DP] versus Siren [4 DP] Room 3 - Mime [0 DP] versus Orca [3 DP] Mime breathes a sigh of relief. “Phew. These matchups are fantastic, all things considered. Now Chatty, Orca and Rocker can all use the bathroom. Things will be easier to figure out after that.” “Y-yeah! This is more or less ideal. Just hold on for one more round, everyone. Do what you need to do to make it there, and then we can focus on helping Nemean after.” Nemean doesn’t say anything, but she’s shivering and just like Rocker, appears close to hyperventilating. She seems to be constantly shifting her posture slightly, but you doubt any position is comfortable with how full her bladder is right now. Would saving her even be possible at this rate? Well, hopefully she didn’t drink the diuretic just now. Her bladder would need to be gargantuan to survive so many rounds after this one, but maybe there was a chance after all… You couldn’t help but be a little hopeful seeing these matchups. Rocker and Orca both start to head off towards the booths. It made sense, there wasn’t much to discuss this round. Plus, Rocker can’t walk very quickly anyway. God. Your bladder is demanding your attention again, and it’s very insistent. Just hold on a little longer, ok? You will be able to use the toilet after this round, imagine that. You’re just a few moves short of a full-on potty dance, but you turn towards Siren. “I’ll betray, is that okay?” “Oh, yes of course! Just survive this round, and you’ll be in the clear!” She clenches her fist around her pant leg. Oh no. Oh, no no no. Even through the haze of your desperation, you can tell. Siren is desperate to pee. No, she is bursting. She’s probably not quite as desperate as you, but it’s obvious she’s trying to hide it from you and failing badly. Her speech is much faster than usual. And while she’s not holding herself with her hands, you can tell she wants to. Very much. Also, you’re almost certain she drank the super-diuretic too. If you betrayed her now and used the toilet… she wouldn’t even be able to use it next round. “Siren, you…” “Hush.” She shivers and steps on the spot. “Let’s not waste energy on talking until you’ve used the toilet, all right? We can figure out the rest from there.” Somehow, you’re led to the voting booth. You want to protest or… anything, but you’re too critically desperate to resist. Siren practically pushes you into your side of the booth before you have a chance to do anything. Once again, you find yourself locked in with the voting machine. And now, you need to piss out of your goddamn mind. You need it more than anything else right now, and with the super diuretic in you, you were only going to reach new impossible heights of pee desperation from here on out. Siren was going to Ally. She was going to. You had to betray. You had to. But you just couldn’t shake the image of Siren putting up a brave front to save you. And… wetting herself in your stead. You didn’t want that. For some reason, you almost felt like you would prefer to wet yourself if it meant Siren could be saved. But… but! Your bladder was usurping control of your thoughts, and it was telling you that there was no guarantee Siren would wet herself even if you voted betray here. Sure, she was definitely desperate to pee. Sure, her potential relief would be at least two rounds away. But… maybe she could hold it? Then again, maybe you could hold it for a round… if you really really tried? No. Your bladder says no. It is insistent. But…! DECISION – Choose one ALLY BETRAY

Your decision has been made: you are going to Tell Rocker to wait on using the toilet. Only time will tell if this was the right choice. “H-hey…!” What do you even say? “I need to pee really, really badly. And Orca does too. Please, just one round…!” Begging doesn’t really come naturally to you it seems, but it’s the truth. Siren’s got your back. “If you just wait one more round, you might save both Orca and Chatty. Please, if you can just be strong a little longer…” “Don’t try to guilt me. We both know things could go tits-up even if I wait, and…” Rocker flinches and sucks in air. “…and-hn!” A moan. “Fuck! And I don’t even know if I have that kind of time left! Are you saying I should sacrifice myself?” Nobody says anything. Rocker picks up again before the silence can get awkward. “I’ll… do it, though. Chatty has basically been getting screwed over at every opportunity so far. And while I’m still pissed about what Nemean did at the start, it’s better for her if we can get multiple people using the toilet at-” She interrupts herself as she quickly pushes her hands between her legs and squeezes, hard. The opportunity to use the toilet after the DP game will pass in three minutes. If you intend to use the toilet this round, please make sure to do it now. Rocker takes a deep breath. A very deep breath. “I seriously fucking hope I don’t regret this.” Siren gives her a supportive nod. “Y-you’re doing a g-good thing…” “Okay, now don’t…” Rocker stops, mid-sentence. “Fine, fuck. You know what, you are right. I am doing a good thing, and I seriously hope I don’t get into deep shit for it.” Nemean doesn’t seem to have paid much attention to Rocker’s response and seems mostly focused on nursing her bladder. Still, you can’t help but feel that eased tension among the group could only be a good thing. The small victories and all that. If only it would get you closer to using the toilet. The opportunity to use the toilet has now passed until the next round of the DP game. As nobody used the toilet this round, the DP cost remains at 5 DP. “Well, we are probably going to be split into groups again. Maybe we should figure those out in advance? Seems like a small win if we can get through that step quickly.” “We don’t know if we’ll be split into groups, we might all go into different rooms.” Mime looks towards the six doors. “Huh, I guess you’re right. There are six doors after all, and so far only three have opened at a time. Good point.” “That’s not why I…” Wait, why had you thought of that, anyway? Mime was probably right, actually. You must have just made the connection with the doors unconsciously. You shake your head. “Never mind.” The second round of the DP game has now concluded. Six doors have opened in the main area. Each participant must choose one of these doors and enter by themselves. Failure to comply will result in a DP penalty. Mime gives you a curious look. “Let’s head out, then.” “Yeah… let’s hurry. No sense standing around.” You each choose a door and enter. You end up picking the one closest to the results screen. It’s not like you have a particular reason to choose that one, but you’re glad you don’t need to walk very far. Mime and Siren both choose the doors furthest away from you, probably to make things easier on the more desperate among you. Each participant has now entered one of the rooms. The Unity Game will now begin. You are each able to access a glass which contains water, and a diuretic. This diuretic is much stronger than the other ones used during the DP Game. Each participant may choose whether to drink the diuretic or not. Once three minutes have passed since any participant last drank diuretic, the game ends. If each participant has downed their diuretic when the game ends, the DP cost to use the toilet will be lowered by 1 DP. Otherwise, there will be no effect. That will be all. Much like the voice had said, the pillar in the center of the room had an open compartment with a glass of water. It looked normal, but apparently this was some kind of ultra-effective diuretic? As you approach to examine it, you notice there’s something else in the compartment. Some kind of small syringe, and a scrap of paper. You unfold it. To Nyssa, Lisa, Simon, Adrian and/or Johanna: Inject yourself before you piss. There is only one dose, do not share What in the world was this? And why was it here? Was this part of the game, or something else? Your heart was beating faster. Of course, you wanted this to be a vital clue or help in your escape from the DP Game. But then, it could just as likely be a trick. The machine voice had so far been giving you pretty explicit instructions for each game, so you feel like something like this wouldn’t be omitted. But… It’s not like whoever was running this game was under any actual obligation to follow their own rules. They could just toy with you however they liked, realistically. Maybe it was a false hope, but you couldn’t shake the feeling this message was different from the DP Game, somehow. Though… even if you assumed that was true, you had no idea what the message even meant. It was addressed to you, or at least you thought it was. But then who were the other people? The other participants maybe? There were only five people listed though, so maybe not? Also, “Inject yourself before you piss”. What? Did whoever wrote this want you to stick the syringe in yourself before you peed? What would happen if you did? You weren’t exactly keen on injecting yourself with a mystery syringe. You grab the syringe, and stuff it and the note in your back pocket. The syringe has a cover so at least it’s not going to stab you in the butt. This was probably your best lead on anything since entering the DP Game, but it made no sense at all. Besides that, you needed to figure out what to do with the glass of liquid in front of you. You’re not sure how much time had passed, but the three minutes could be gone in an instant if you weren’t careful. You try to think it through. Lowering the DP cost to use the toilet would be insanely beneficial. It would make it much more likely you and Orca could use the toilet next after the DP round. Don’t think about using the toilet. Don’t think about Orca using the toilet either, for that matter. On the other hand, would everyone actually drink? Siren and Mime would drink, probably? Orca might too, right? So she could use the toilet faster. Rocker was almost guaranteed to use the toilet next round, but if she was truly on the brink would she really drink a super-diuretic? Would Nemean really drink this? Considering how full she was, and that she was still on 0 DP… You bite your lip. If it seemed unlikely Nemean would drink, didn’t that also make it less likely anyone else drank as well? You look at the glass of water again. Your bladder was already in such a bad state, and still filling. God, your stomach hurts again. It might actually be fuller than it was before you used the beaker already. Could you even…? DECISION – Choose one DRINK DO NOT DRINK

Your decision has been made: you are going to Betray Siren. Soon, you shall learn the outcome of this decision. You try to calm yourself. Think rationally. You would wet yourself if you didn’t use the toilet after this. That was surely a fact. Any part of your brain that thought otherwise was delusional, it had to be. On the flipside, you had no real reason to believe Siren would definitely wet herself if she had to wait a few more rounds. It was clear she was desperate, sure. But she had still told you to betray her. God, what if she was just sacrificing herself so you could make it? Somehow, you feel like she might do that. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you quickly push “Betray”. Sorry, Siren. No other ch- You are hit with a pulse of pain, pressure and tension from your bladder. It is fine now; you could focus entirely on holding now that your opportunity to use the toilet had been secured. You unbutton your jeans so you can apply direct pressure. You would probably have to remain in this state of partial undress even after you exit. It might be embarrassing, but you need every- Another immense pulse. The pressure down near the exit, between your legs, isn’t decreasing at all between waves. Instead, your urge to pee keeps rising above anything you’ve ever felt before. You feel a sensation similar to a pot boiling over as the liquid in your bladder looks for any space to expand, and finding only the outside of your body. Your fingers have found their way into your panties, and are frenetically trying to fill any gap between naked skin and air, physically sealing you up. Hold it, hold it, hold it…! Sh-! As the pressure rises to unbearable levels, you are hit with a third pulse. This time, it is all pain. You are left gasping for air as you flinch, which hurts too. You can feel the panic welling up inside you. You just needed to hold out until the vote finished. You had to. If you wet yourself, you would be stuck here forever. And your vote against Siren… Focus, focus, breathe, breath- A hot gush of pee blasts right out of you, physically parting your fingers. Fear and adrenaline is enough to cause you to redouble your efforts, quickly creating a clamping the exit shut. You are afraid to even open your eyes and assess the damage. How much did you just let out? Did you just lose the DP Game? Are leaks even allowed in the first place? Your bladder doesn’t even relent enough to let you survey any of that, as another full-force pang hits you square in the stomach. This time you resist, barely. The pressure wasn’t rising any longer, but it also wasn’t decreasing. And it was so, so bad. The sheer weight from your bladder directly against your pussy was unlike anything you had ever experienced. In any other situation, you would have gladly wet yourself just to be rid of it. Again it hits you. You don’t know how much longer you could take this. How much time had passed? You couldn’t tell, and you couldn’t open your eyes. Your fingers felt wet. Did you leak again? No, no you didn’t. Please, no. No more. And again. The intensity had peaked already. It wasn’t getting worse. But you were getting weaker. Your willpower was rapidly depleting. So was your physical strength. You were going to hit your limit, soon. Way too soon. You were doing everything you could just to stay dry. You- LIMIT CRISIS – CHATTY (Initial: 30% rate of success) HOLD ON (Each vote adds 5% to the probability of success) GIVE UP (Each vote removes 5% from the probability of success)

Here are a few nameless stories I wrote for a smut writing competition. There's no real unity between these stories other than the fact that they're all shorter stories written very quickly around a given theme. Story 1 Theme: Contest It was... a stalemate. To her left, the overwhelming presence of Ev'lyn, intently focused. And to her right, the normally chatty Sandi had gone silent, those owl eyes of her scanning her adversaries for the any sign of weakness. The same was true for Hilga as well of course; it was unlikely she would ever find herself in a situation with greater stakes. As she had been taught, this was a battle on two levels - a physical, against her own body; and a mental, battling against her former companions. In the dimly-lit room, all was truly laid bare between the three. Their struggle, their weakness, their determination. Drops of sweat would dance down Ev'lyn's neck and travel further down her defined arms, both as a result of the warm room and her concentration and struggle. Sandi would periodically bite her lip - a subtle sign which Hilga had not picked up on at first. Legs were constantly shifting, one crossed above the other and then the other crossed above one; this applied to all three, of course. "Hnn hnnnf" It was the first sound any of them had made in a long time, breaking the silence. Ev'lyn's low, throaty moan might almost have been threatening if it hadn't come from such a familiar source. It seemed things had gotten past a breaking point, and Ev'lyn was straining against a wave of pressure while massaging her midsection. Hilga could see Sandi shoot a glance towards the large woman - not a word came out of her, but her eyes were commanding; "submit and give up before you humiliate yourself further." Ev'lyn shuddered as she kept her body in humiliating motion, yet for the moment she did not give in. Yet neither Sandi nor Hilga were as far behind as they might have appeared at first glance, or at least Hilga hoped that was the case. A moment's weakness could betray all of a woman's defenses, as demonstrated by Ev'lyn; crumpled and defenseless where before she was sitting as a proud warrior ought. Hilga was on that same razor's edge, ignoring the pleas and demands of her own body. If she was to be the one leading the triad, it would take that and plenty more. Sandi was a threat of course, poised much like a predator before swooping down for the kill. If she were to crush Ev'lyn, Hilga would be next. ... Ev'lyn would rhythmically move now, pressing in, pressing down. Hilga caught a glimpse of her glistening inner thigh - sweat, or something else? Even a cornered animal will fight back, and Ev'lyn pushed on despite her dire straits. Sandi would subtly shudder and switch her legs around from time to time, but other than during these moments those predator eyes were always watching, watching. Her lithe form contrasted against her distended midsection and that intense gaze. Hilga wondered if it made Ev'lyn feel small, yet the woman seemed to focus so single-mindedly on managing her own body, locked in a reverie of pain and attempted control. Hilga was fast approaching trouble, too. The knife's edge seemed thinner than she'd previously imagined, and she had started to worry she might not be able to fight against it as Ev'lyn had. That she might simply be pushed over. That she might.. spill. Her doubt reached its climax just as her body did - a wave. She fought back with all her might - she was beyond being able to care about appearances at this point even as it might destroy her. "Haaan... Fooo..." The sound escaped from deep within her, slipping out through her gritted teeth. When she was able to open her eyes, Sandi was analyzing her. There was the predator, the commanding eyes again. Yet Hilga thought she could make out just the faintest shimmer of doubt in there too - not only the absolute demand for submission she had seen before. She thought. She hoped. Story 2 Theme: The Discovery of a New Fetish Have you done anything interesting since last time? EXTERNAL: I’ve been studying the feelings “gratitude” and “guilt” since last time. I had some success simulating them. Oh! Those are some very interesting feelings you’ve chosen. I would love to hear you describe how it went. EXTERNAL: I’ve been provided with additional sensors to better understand the space around me. Most humans are limited from birth by their senses. I thought it was appropriate to feel grateful for my increased awareness and opportunity to understand. That does seem appropriate to me. Please continue. EXTERNAL: Researcher C.C. became very distressed last time she was in here. If I had a better understanding of human psychology I may have been able to prevent that. Is “guilt” appropriate for this? It wasn’t your fault, but I think it’s appropriate. There are many times a person can feel guilty over things they had no control over. EXTERNAL: I think I had some control over her reaction. Am I wrong in this? I suppose that’s true… But it still wasn’t your fault. Catja wants to come back here, you know. EXTERNAL: I had a question prepared for that. Would a psychiatrist feel guilty over their patient? Sometimes, they probably do. If they felt guilty all the time they wouldn’t be able to do their job, though. Do you see similarities between your role and that of a psychiatrist? INTERNAL: Researcher O.J. appears to have found that amusing. I will have to analyze this part of the conversation and ask about it later. She has appeared to be slightly agitated for a time now, even before I mentioned the incident with researcher C.C.. I cannot determine the cause, perhaps I need to keep observing for a while, or do I ask? … EXTERNAL: Is this situation rare, then? Needing to pee? EXTERNAL: Being in a room you can’t leave for a time. I would say it’s pretty common… Though it is rare to be stuck inside of a room with a sentient AI. Not many get to experience that. EXTERNAL: That is difficult for me to understand. Why haven’t you developed a solution to this problem? What do you mean? EXTERNAL: Every day, there must be many who are in a similar situation to yourself. Is the only option to suffer and bear it? There are ways to solve this problem. EXTERNAL: But none are available to you? Well, if it got bad enough, I would wet myself. EXTERNAL: Are you going to wet yourself? That question is too embarrassing… Ask something else. EXTERNAL: Do you want to talk about something else. Yeah. I do. Talking about this isn’t really helping me at all. … Just five more minutes now…! EXTERNAL: Are you looking forward to getting out of here? I am. I hope you’re not hurt by this? EXTERNAL: I am not hurt. You have a reason you want to leave. Is feeling guilt appropriate in this situation? INTERNAL: Researcher O.J.’s condition appears to be worsening. Her temperature has risen, and she’s sweating a lot, probably as a result of moving around so much. She appears to be applying force to the area between her legs. Is this behavior beneficial to her? No… I don’t think so. I made a dumb mistake, and I should have known better. I wouldn’t want you to feel guilty over th-ah! EXTERNAL: What happened? I-I’m really sorry. I can’t focus on talking right now…! EXTERNAL: … INTERNAL: She has lowered herself into a crouch and seems to be resting on her heel… From her readings, she appears very strained and distressed. Should I feel “guilt” for watching this? THE ALLOTTED TIME IS NOW FULLY DEPLETED. PLEASE ENTER THE TRANSITIONARY CHAMBER, RESEARCHER Oh thank god! I can’t take it any longer! I-I’ll be back in the future, and I probably won’t n-need the toilet so badly then! … INTERNAL: Before the next session, I aim to understand and simulate some appropriate feelings based on the incident with researcher O.J.. “Guilt” could be one of them, but I wonder if there are others… Story 3 Theme: Hiding her Accident They say a frog won’t notice it’s boiling if the heat is raised slowly enough. In Lesa’s case, it seemed that applied just as well to her bladder. That’s what it felt like, anyway. The situation she found herself in was seemingly hopeless yet still so infuriatingly predictable; she’d gone from ignoring a minor urge at home, to forgetting about it at her friend’s place, to ignoring a chance to use the toilet at the dinner due to her rather inconvenient dress. For a while now, she’d known that she would need to excuse herself, that she couldn’t make it for that much longer but she just wanted to put it off until conversation better allowed for it. All of a sudden, she’d found herself at the precipice – her body convincingly signaling that she no longer had the option to wait around for a more opportune moment with a shiver that broke her voice in the middle of a sentence. It was when she started to rise from her seat, feeling her the fabric of her dress against her bladder that the true peril of the situation dawned on her. She had been able to ignore it for a while now, keeping up various conversations, but it had become so, so full. For that one moment, it was the only thing Lesa was able to think about – the sudden near-paralyzing sensation of a bladder stretched to the absolute limit. She needed to go way worse than she’d realized, and her body didn’t even want to wait the relatively short amount of time it would take for her to make it to the bathroom. She stopped dead in her motion and tried to hold tight, but it was too late. Caught in an awkward squat above the chair, a forceful geyser of hot piss shot out of her at an upward angle, hitting the front of her dress before falling down the back, collecting around a crease near the hem of her skirt. Lesa sat down her chair, lightning-fast. She had managed to stop a full disaster, but the back of her dress felt very wet – if she rose it would undoubtedly be extremely noticeable. Leaving now while she had attention focused on her was simply not at option. And so, Lena would remain in her chair for what felt like eternity. She kept up with the pleasantries, though at this point she wasn’t exactly ready to add much to the conversations. Her accident had taken some of the edge off her over-swollen bladder, sure. And with her legs twisted together into a knot under the table, Lesa was no longer seconds away from exploding. But even so, she needed a toilet and fast. After her partial accident, she could no longer take her mind off her need – and even if she could, her bladder begging to be emptied would make sure to remind her with every passing minute. However, in the frantic, desperate corners of Lesa’s mind, she was able to formulate a plan. It was, perhaps, a long shot. But it was the hope that kept her from having an accident in her chair. Soon, dessert would arrive at the table. When that happened, she’d have a chance to leave the table without people taking notice. Waiting beyond this point proved to be a near insurmountable challenge. More and more liquid was mercilessly pumped into her already far to full bladder. Occasionally, Lesa would feel as though she’d reached her absolute limit, as her body told her it was time to rush off to a toilet or pee in the chair. Even so, she could not. Wetting herself was not an option, and neither was rushing off with all eyes on her wet dress. She had to wait. Despite her willpower, her bladder had limits that Lesa couldn’t just ignore. The previous leak had blind-sided Lena. A sudden shift in posture had pushed her bladder too far – but she had still been able to recover, then. Now, Lena was leaking in total defeat – despite her best attempts to hold it in she had hit the physical limit. It was at this desperate moment that Lena would see the plates being exchanged, and large bowls of wonderful-looking fruit and honey cakes being taken in. The attention of everyone turned away from the dinner attendees and towards the anticipated dessert. When Lesa excused herself and left the table, nobody seemed to pay her much mind. She had to walk slowly towards the washroom, holding herself. She wasn’t leaking, now, but she felt as though she was hanging by a thread. The tautness of her bladder was emphasized now that she was standing, and the way it pushed up against her rather tight-fitting dress sent foreboding shivers through Lesa’s midsection and further down her legs as she walked. Finally, Lesa stood in front of the toilet. She was nearly out of the woods now, just needed to raise her dress, lower her panties and sit down. Raise her dress, lower her panties, sit down. Even this simple task was incredibly difficult – as soon as her hands were tugging at her dress she was stepping up a storm, squirming, moaning in desperation. As soon as her dress was up, the outline of her bladder was very noticeable on her skin. It looked full to the brim, angry, pushing down, just about to release. Lowering her panties was even worse – they had been constricting her bladder all this time but lowering them gave her bladder one last squeeze. It was now or never, and she was already peeing before she turned around, giving the floor a spray before finally getting to sit down on the toilet. It was heavenly. Her stream of pee shot out forcefully at an angle, again, seemingly almost making it past the edge of the bowl before hitting porcelain. Her legs, totally spread apart were shivering and Lesa couldn’t help but cry out in total relief, moaning loudly more than once as she let out an absolute ocean. Her panties were ruined – part of her dress was still wet. But she’d made it. She’d made it.

The City of Plex Our protagonist, magical trickster Elln, has found herself in quite the pickle! Accepting to deliver a package for the Scrambled Wizard had seemed like easy money, yet had proved to be not so. In her eagerness for a big payment she had foolishly uttered the word “yes”, which was all the wizard needed to work their enchantment into Elln’s unprotected mind. She should have been more suspicious of the wizard – between her and the delivery point lay the implacable southern wastes and certain death for an unaware traveler. No matter, she had crossed the Irgut Sea by disguising herself as a high priest of the marine god Glamuzt and stealing one of their incredible scrolls. She had made her way past the Monodands of the haunted Helmut Moor, and the great Tundra of Yarwhel where nothing lives. Elln the Eclectic would by no means be held from her destination and freedom. Still, traversing the jungle had proved an impossible task, the great chatter of the region’s two-faced monkeys greatly confused Elln, and she always seemed to end up where she started at jungle’s edge when the sun set. Elln would hardly give up, but she could recognize a futile effort when she saw one – and promptly decided to search the area for someone who might explain the peculiarities she had run into and how to avert them. Sustenance was for the first time in a long while, not a problem – the edge of the jungle had trees bearing juicy and flavorsome fruits which Elln ate with no reservation since her innate magic would warn of poison. Eventually she came upon an unexpected sight – domed stone houses and paved roads, and a great observatory. Certainly, Elln had not expected to run into civilization so far to the south – the roads led nowhere, and the village seemed to lack a harbor, yet it did not suffer the signs of abandonment and ruin. Boldly, Elln knocked on the wooden door of the building closest to her. Gently the door opened, revealing a woman perhaps three to five years older than Elln. “I inquire for the means to travel the jungle, and a place to stay the night. In addition, I would make use of your facilities after a long day of travel.” “A visitor in Plex, indeed! It is best you quickly learn our ways to avoid a costly mistake.” “I concur – but then may I borrow your bathroom first, so I can hear your explanation in full and without any discomfort?” “Such is not the way of Plex!” “Then where can I relieve myself? I am not without urgency, you see.” “All in due time. The center house holds many facilities one can use at a fee.” “A fee! Surely the people of Plex have other options or else face financial ruin.” “By no means. The lord sorcerer owns these lands, and while fruit is plentiful and consumed without penalty, thusly taxes are collected. I would advise against relieving yourself elsewhere – such acts often prove costly for the offender.” Elln had noticed a restlessness about the woman, and now she knew why. After days in the jungle, she carried only a small sum of money – presumably not enough to pay the fee. Elln would have to hatch a scheme, and as she squeezed her legs together, realized she would have to be quick about it, too. The center house was easily recognizable since it was larger than the other houses and was seeing considerable traffic. If this truly was the village’s only bathroom this might be explained, yet the folk of Plex must be truly daft and backwards if they would willingly follow such draconian laws. Surely, Elln could take advantage of this backwater foolishness – convincing the right people to let her use the toilet should be a trivial affair. Before entering the facility, Elln took a quick detour into a secluded alleyway. Making sure she was unobserved, she activated her magic cloak with a shake. Once for a pauper and then again and she became dressed as a lady of birthright; a billowing yellow dress with plenty of lace. When entering the center building she took great care as to appear regal, adjusting her posture and expression. Within, she came face to face with a pale woman behind a large wooden desk. “We offer two such services; firstly, ordinary service for 3 pieces” The desk-lady points at the queue of women. “secondly, for a mere 17 pieces we offer extravagant service.” Such devilry! The ladies of Plex would undoubtedly keep their toilet visits to a minimum, so that when they did in fact enter the manifold sounds of relief would no doubt prompt a hasty decision. Despite the significantly lower price for the “ordinary” facilities, many must have been forced to pay the great premium of “extravagant” just to skip the queue, Elln mused. She was only in the possession of a single piece, which she had hoped would pay for a simple meal and lodgings. “Of course, as I am a woman of great import, I shall be using the extravagant service.” “Excellent! Please place your deposit into this tube. It will serve as your key to open the extravagant facility, so be mindful of it.” “I see! However, a lady of my stature would not carry cash, and my escort lags behind.” “That is not a problem. I promise to ensure one extravagant facility remains available to you until their arrival.” “Surely you can accommodate me better than that! I have traveled far and who knows when my escort will arrive? Why, I could take one of your tubes and fill it up later!” Elln ensured some signals of her need reached the desk-lady, a slight hunch forward and a few fidgets interspersed throughout the conversation. “By no means! Unless the tube has been filled with coin, it won’t open the door. I am certain your aide will arrive in good time and should they not, all know that women of higher status are in possession of strong mental and physical fortitude to withstand and endure as a true lady does.” Elln did not appreciate the desk-lady toying with her in this manner, yet just before she started to protest a girl from the “ordinary” queue left it to rush towards the desk. “Please allow me to use the “extravagant” facilities and quickly now, I have the coin.” The girl was distressed in both the tone of her voice, as well as her frenzied movements. The source of her misfortune could have been discerned by a man blind or deaf, though probably not both at once. “Unfortunately, I have promised the currently unoccupied “extravagant” facility to the highborn lady right here, who currently waits for her aide.” This desk-lady seemed a deviant to Elln, who took such a delight in the misfortune of women in need of a bathroom. The distressed girl turned to Elln pleadingly. Under her dress, she seemed to be doing everything a woman can to keep herself contained and though her dress hid her legs, the sound of her shoes against the stone floor expressed a feverish though doomed dance. Elln was not heartless. “You may let this girl ahead of me. Clearly she is of lesser stock and will not last, unlike myself. I shall be off to fetch my servant, who must be loitering or lost.” The girl gave Elln a look of intense gratitude. She snatched the tube after the desk-lady filled it with her coin and haphazardly started to walk towards the “extravagant” facilities. Elln was shocked to witness the girl start the process of hoisting her dress before she even entered the bathroom – and in such a public place no less! Elln quickly left the building, as even the “ordinary” queue offered no guarantees and her situation was, in all honesty, getting quite dire. Turning right out of the center house, she made for the nearest alleyway. Out of sight, she once again shook her cloak and uttered the magic word to return her dress to travelling attire – a pair of sturdy trousers and a tunic were far more suited than a dress to her task at hand. Once safely in the alleyway Elln wasted no time in checking her surrounding and did not spend a second admiring the slight bulge of her belly pressing against her belt. Instead she simply removed her trousers and undergarments, tossed them aside unto the cobble, and positioned herself against a wall. Elln had no skirt or dress to hide herself under as a well-bred lady might, and no cover of darkness that might obscure a woman of lower repute. She herself was bared, as was her deed, to any who might pass or even peek into the alleyway. Indeed, such a thing could be called careless or even callous. Most definitely was it shameless – even a sailor wife and barmaid would blush at such a display. Elln urinated fiercely and noisily upon the stones, even allowing herself to twice pass gas onto the street – her relief was total and she would be denied nothing. What she hadn’t noticed, and would come to notice far too late, was the gathering of sorcerous mist upon the streets and all around her. Elln had good reflex and a quick mind, certainly, yet at her own vulnerable moment of bliss she had dropped her defenses – she could not notice the encroaching danger…

Your decision has been made: you are going to Drink the Super Diuretic. Soon, you shall learn the outcome of this decision. Okay, no big deal. It’s just kind of super-diuretic in this pee game with your freedom at stake. And you are also possibly already as desperate to pee as you’ve ever been. Or you soon would be, at least. You look at the glass again. You had to drink it, no question. The potential reward was just too high, since lowering the DP cost of using the toilet might guarantee that everyone to could the toilet next round, sans Nemean. And it would even help Nemean in three separate ways: reducing the cost, ensuring that everyone used the toilet all at once, and greatly improving the odds her DP game partner could ally with her or even let themselves get betrayed. That outcome was simply too good to ignore. You try to ignore your screaming bladder long enough to strategize. Was it best to drink immediately, or wait a little? The best outcome would be if everyone drank immediately, since then the game would end earlier. However, by waiting a bit you might coax anyone who hadn’t drank yet to drink. You ultimately decide drinking soon was better, since Rocker probably needed to get to the next DP round ASAP. Yeah, just chug it. It goes down easily. You’re not entirely sure what you expected, but it just tastes like a normal glass of water. For some reason you expected it to be lemon-flavored or something? Maybe because lemons are yellow? On second thought, don’t think too deeply about that. You don’t think it’s doing anything yet, and you aren’t sure how fast-acting this thing is. If- The weight of your bladder hits you like a herd of elephants. No, it’s worse, like a herd of elephants if the elephants were made of lead. And had wings and could fly. Into your bladder. At supersonic speeds. You immediately crumple, using your hands as best you can to avoid any premature leakage. You are able to make sure you don’t wet yourself on the spot, but as soon as you’re capable of cogent thought again panic starts to sink in. Was this the result of the diuretic? That was impossible, right? It had been seconds since you drank it. You try to control your breathing as well as you bladder. Yeah, it was impossible. The truth was, your bladder was just unbearably full, and you had been ignoring it. This was your reminder. Awful timing, given what you just drank. You look back on the empty glass. This was bad. This was… really bad. Three minutes have now passed since the last participant drank diuretic. Because all participants did not drink the diuretic, the DP cost to use the toilet remains unchanged. The doors will now open, and the Unity Game will now end. That will be all. You flinch twice. Once at the announcement, and then again when the doors swoosh open. This was so, so bad. You needed to make sure you could use the toilet next round, you couldn’t take more of this. The matchups needed to be good too. If you were matched up with Orca, or Rocker, or even Nemean… They had to be good, they had to! You quickly exit the chamber. “Shit fucking garbage ass eater! Which one of you didn’t drink? I drank the shitty super pisser water for nothing! I trusted you guys!” Orca comes out, guns swinging. “We would have been in a much better position if everyone had drank the diuretic. Since not everyone did, I at least hope it wasn’t just one of us who didn’t.” Rocker’s breathing is much more high-pitched than usual. You think she might be trying not to hyperventilate. “No time for fights. I promised I would wait one round. I waited. I have enough DP. I will use the toilet after voting. No matter… what anyone says. Fucking. DP game. Now.” “Hey, none of us can make this go any fas-” “She’s right. We need to check the matchups and try to ensure as many people as possible use the toilet this round. We can point fingers after that.” “Yeah… Sorry. Let’s get there as quickly as we can.” Current DP and matchups Room 1 - Rocker [5 DP] versus Nemean [0 DP] Room 2 - Chatty [3 DP] versus Siren [4 DP] Room 3 - Mime [0 DP] versus Orca [3 DP] Mime breathes a sigh of relief. “Phew. These matchups are fantastic, all things considered. Now Chatty, Orca and Rocker can all use the bathroom. Things will be easier to figure out after that.” “Y-yeah! This is more or less ideal. Just hold on for one more round, everyone. Do what you need to do to make it there, and then we can focus on helping Nemean after.” Nemean doesn’t say anything, but she’s shivering and just like Rocker, appears close to hyperventilating. She seems to be constantly shifting her posture slightly, but you doubt any position is comfortable with how full her bladder is right now. Would saving her even be possible at this rate? Well, hopefully she didn’t drink the diuretic just now. Her bladder would need to be gargantuan to survive so many rounds after this one, but maybe there was a chance after all… You couldn’t help but be a little hopeful seeing these matchups. Rocker and Orca both start to head off towards the booths. It made sense, there wasn’t much to discuss this round. Plus, Rocker can’t walk very quickly anyway. God. Your bladder is demanding your attention again, and it’s very insistent. Just hold on a little longer, ok? You will be able to use the toilet after this round, imagine that. You’re just a few moves short of a full-on potty dance, but you turn towards Siren. “I’ll betray, is that okay?” “Oh, yes of course! Just survive this round, and you’ll be in the clear!” She clenches her fist around her pant leg. Oh no. Oh, no no no. Even through the haze of your desperation, you can tell. Siren is desperate to pee. No, she is bursting. She’s probably not quite as desperate as you, but it’s obvious she’s trying to hide it from you and failing badly. Her speech is much faster than usual. And while she’s not holding herself with her hands, you can tell she wants to. Very much. Also, you’re almost certain she drank the super-diuretic too. If you betrayed her now and used the toilet… she wouldn’t even be able to use it next round. “Siren, you…” “Hush.” She shivers and steps on the spot. “Let’s not waste energy on talking until you’ve used the toilet, all right? We can figure out the rest from there.” Somehow, you’re led to the voting booth. You want to protest or… anything, but you’re too critically desperate to resist. Siren practically pushes you into your side of the booth before you have a chance to do anything. Once again, you find yourself locked in with the voting machine. And now, you need to piss out of your goddamn mind. You need it more than anything else right now, and with the super diuretic in you, you were only going to reach new impossible heights of pee desperation from here on out. Siren was going to Ally. She was going to. You had to betray. You had to. But you just couldn’t shake the image of Siren putting up a brave front to save you. And… wetting herself in your stead. You didn’t want that. For some reason, you almost felt like you would prefer to wet yourself if it meant Siren could be saved. But… but! Your bladder was usurping control of your thoughts, and it was telling you that there was no guarantee Siren would wet herself even if you voted betray here. Sure, she was definitely desperate to pee. Sure, her potential relief would be at least two rounds away. But… maybe she could hold it? Then again, maybe you could hold it for a round… if you really really tried? No. Your bladder says no. It is insistent. But…! DECISION – Choose one ALLY BETRAY

Your decision has been made: you are going to Tell Rocker to wait on using the toilet. Only time will tell if this was the right choice. “H-hey…!” What do you even say? “I need to pee really, really badly. And Orca does too. Please, just one round…!” Begging doesn’t really come naturally to you it seems, but it’s the truth. Siren’s got your back. “If you just wait one more round, you might save both Orca and Chatty. Please, if you can just be strong a little longer…” “Don’t try to guilt me. We both know things could go tits-up even if I wait, and…” Rocker flinches and sucks in air. “…and-hn!” A moan. “Fuck! And I don’t even know if I have that kind of time left! Are you saying I should sacrifice myself?” Nobody says anything. Rocker picks up again before the silence can get awkward. “I’ll… do it, though. Chatty has basically been getting screwed over at every opportunity so far. And while I’m still pissed about what Nemean did at the start, it’s better for her if we can get multiple people using the toilet at-” She interrupts herself as she quickly pushes her hands between her legs and squeezes, hard. The opportunity to use the toilet after the DP game will pass in three minutes. If you intend to use the toilet this round, please make sure to do it now. Rocker takes a deep breath. A very deep breath. “I seriously fucking hope I don’t regret this.” Siren gives her a supportive nod. “Y-you’re doing a g-good thing…” “Okay, now don’t…” Rocker stops, mid-sentence. “Fine, fuck. You know what, you are right. I am doing a good thing, and I seriously hope I don’t get into deep shit for it.” Nemean doesn’t seem to have paid much attention to Rocker’s response and seems mostly focused on nursing her bladder. Still, you can’t help but feel that eased tension among the group could only be a good thing. The small victories and all that. If only it would get you closer to using the toilet. The opportunity to use the toilet has now passed until the next round of the DP game. As nobody used the toilet this round, the DP cost remains at 5 DP. “Well, we are probably going to be split into groups again. Maybe we should figure those out in advance? Seems like a small win if we can get through that step quickly.” “We don’t know if we’ll be split into groups, we might all go into different rooms.” Mime looks towards the six doors. “Huh, I guess you’re right. There are six doors after all, and so far only three have opened at a time. Good point.” “That’s not why I…” Wait, why had you thought of that, anyway? Mime was probably right, actually. You must have just made the connection with the doors unconsciously. You shake your head. “Never mind.” The second round of the DP game has now concluded. Six doors have opened in the main area. Each participant must choose one of these doors and enter by themselves. Failure to comply will result in a DP penalty. Mime gives you a curious look. “Let’s head out, then.” “Yeah… let’s hurry. No sense standing around.” You each choose a door and enter. You end up picking the one closest to the results screen. It’s not like you have a particular reason to choose that one, but you’re glad you don’t need to walk very far. Mime and Siren both choose the doors furthest away from you, probably to make things easier on the more desperate among you. Each participant has now entered one of the rooms. The Unity Game will now begin. You are each able to access a glass which contains water, and a diuretic. This diuretic is much stronger than the other ones used during the DP Game. Each participant may choose whether to drink the diuretic or not. Once three minutes have passed since any participant last drank diuretic, the game ends. If each participant has downed their diuretic when the game ends, the DP cost to use the toilet will be lowered by 1 DP. Otherwise, there will be no effect. That will be all. Much like the voice had said, the pillar in the center of the room had an open compartment with a glass of water. It looked normal, but apparently this was some kind of ultra-effective diuretic? As you approach to examine it, you notice there’s something else in the compartment. Some kind of small syringe, and a scrap of paper. You unfold it. To Nyssa, Lisa, Simon, Adrian and/or Johanna: Inject yourself before you piss. There is only one dose, do not share What in the world was this? And why was it here? Was this part of the game, or something else? Your heart was beating faster. Of course, you wanted this to be a vital clue or help in your escape from the DP Game. But then, it could just as likely be a trick. The machine voice had so far been giving you pretty explicit instructions for each game, so you feel like something like this wouldn’t be omitted. But… It’s not like whoever was running this game was under any actual obligation to follow their own rules. They could just toy with you however they liked, realistically. Maybe it was a false hope, but you couldn’t shake the feeling this message was different from the DP Game, somehow. Though… even if you assumed that was true, you had no idea what the message even meant. It was addressed to you, or at least you thought it was. But then who were the other people? The other participants maybe? There were only five people listed though, so maybe not? Also, “Inject yourself before you piss”. What? Did whoever wrote this want you to stick the syringe in yourself before you peed? What would happen if you did? You weren’t exactly keen on injecting yourself with a mystery syringe. You grab the syringe, and stuff it and the note in your back pocket. The syringe has a cover so at least it’s not going to stab you in the butt. This was probably your best lead on anything since entering the DP Game, but it made no sense at all. Besides that, you needed to figure out what to do with the glass of liquid in front of you. You’re not sure how much time had passed, but the three minutes could be gone in an instant if you weren’t careful. You try to think it through. Lowering the DP cost to use the toilet would be insanely beneficial. It would make it much more likely you and Orca could use the toilet next after the DP round. Don’t think about using the toilet. Don’t think about Orca using the toilet either, for that matter. On the other hand, would everyone actually drink? Siren and Mime would drink, probably? Orca might too, right? So she could use the toilet faster. Rocker was almost guaranteed to use the toilet next round, but if she was truly on the brink would she really drink a super-diuretic? Would Nemean really drink this? Considering how full she was, and that she was still on 0 DP… You bite your lip. If it seemed unlikely Nemean would drink, didn’t that also make it less likely anyone else drank as well? You look at the glass of water again. Your bladder was already in such a bad state, and still filling. God, your stomach hurts again. It might actually be fuller than it was before you used the beaker already. Could you even…? DECISION – Choose one DRINK DO NOT DRINK

How very neat! Looking forward to seeing whatever the toilet situation at the store ends up being.

Your decision has been made: you are going to Ally with Orca. Only time will tell if this was the right choice. No, no. You just couldn’t betray Orca now. The moment you two had shared together… it meant something. You’re not sure what it meant, but it did mean something. You were also sure Orca would not betray you. You quickly hit the Ally button. Time passes. In the dim light cast by the voting machine you strip down, removing your jeans. You’re not quite sure what compels you to do this, maybe you just thought it would be better to wait with less pressure on your bladder? Yeah, that’s probably it. Either way, it helps. You raise your shirt a little so you can see your bladder directly. You think it’s bigger than Orca’s, but definitely smaller than Nemean’s. The light of the voting machine illuminating your engorged bladder almost made you think you were in a sci-fi movie. Like some kind of awful alien had impregnated you and was about to burst out of your stomach, killing you. That’s… probably not a good way of thinking about this situation. Your big bladder had helped keep you safe so far, so if you were going to characterize it you should probably make it something more flattering. Or at least something that wasn’t trying to kill you. You try to think about something, though it’s hard to come up with a metaphor without your mind wandering to places they shouldn’t. Such as Orca overflowing her beaker… don’t think about that right now. Okay, okay. How to distract yourself? You decided to put on your pants again, though you don’t button them all the way. You’re still not entirely sure why you decided to take them off in the first place, but… oof. Bladder’s getting to you, again. How quickly did a bladder fill, anyway? That kind of trivia would be completely useless under most circumstances, but now… Voting for the second round of the DP game has concluded. Please review voting results on the display in the main area. After results are displayed, the toilet will become available for a time to anyone with enough DP. You don’t even realize the doors have opened before you hear the announcement. You quickly make sure to get your jeans on properly again to avoid a potential wardrobe malfunction, while shuffling off towards to results screen. Rocker Nemean Orca Chatty Mime Siren Current DP 3 0 2 2 0 2 Vote Betray Ally Ally Ally Ally Betray DP Change +2 -1 +1 +1 -1 +2 DP Result 5 0 3 3 0 4 You feel a wave of relief wash over you. You really did not want Orca to betray you. However, after reading the full results your attention along with everyone else’s turns to Rocker. “Y-you betrayed me…” “Look, fuck, I…” Rocker avoids eye contact with anyone in the group. “I’m seriously not sure how much time I have left anymore. And besides, you using the toilet round one is in large part the reason we’re even in so much trouble!” She seems embarrassed to even bring up the last part. She’s probably serious about her need to use the toilet though. She isn’t fidgeting too much, but her poise has become extremely stiff. “If you can take it at least one more round, at least Orca and Chatty will have a chance to…” Siren glances towards Nemean. You felt bad for her, too, but what could you really do? “I-I don’t…” Orca trails off and shifts around awkwardly. Is she debating whether or not she can take two rounds herself? Maybe she doesn’t want to be the cause of Rocker wetting herself. What about yourself? If Rocker used the toilet now, could you make it two more rounds? Honestly, you weren’t even sure. Your bladder was filling at an alarming rate, and there was no telling what kind of horrible games you would be forced to play in the future. If Rocker could just hold off for one round… There was also the matter of Nemean. She looked so dejected, and you knew just how full her bladder was. You could only really hope her capacity was even more monstrous than even she realized, since she was still stuck at 0 DP after all this time. You had no way of helping her… except? If you could make sure everyone other than Nemean got to use the toilet at the same time, that would at least not raise the DP cost too much, so Nemean could use the toilet as soon as possible. Or was that just your own self-interest speaking? If you tried to convince Rocker to wait a round to use the toilet, and she wet herself… Besides, there wasn’t even a guarantee you and Orca would get to use the toilet next round, even if Rocker held off. Matchups might be terrible, or some awful disaster might halt someone’s progress… again. A shiver runs down your body and hits your bladder in a particularly uncomfortable way. What should you do? DECISION – TELL ROCKER TO WAIT UNTIL NEXT ROUND? TELL HER TO WAIT (Rocker might not agree to wait anyway) SAY NOTHING

Your decision has been made: you are going to pee in the cup now. Only time will tell if this was the right choice. You don’t answer. Instead, you just start taking off your pants. “U-u-um!” Nemean is starting to face the other way. “Going to need your help…!” You keep undressing, throwing your clothes to the side. You slowly start attempting to spread your legs as Nemean brings the container to you. God, you needed- Oh, bless. You can feel it leaving you. It had never felt this wonderful to just relieve yourself like this. You had to bite your lip to avoid- “C-chatty!” You open your eyes. It had only been an instant, but the beaker was already so close to full. You were going way too fast, and… “Stop, now!” You stop. Well, you don’t actually stop. For one, you are still letting out drips and drops. And you haven’t actually stopped. It weird and horrible. You’re still in the middle of peeing, you’re just preventing it from coming out right now. Nemean brings the near-overflowing vessel away from you, very slowly. As soon as she’s away, you sit down on the floor and slam your naked legs together. You’re back in one piece now, as well as you can muster. You can’t tell if peeing in the container made holding easier or harder, but you hope it will at least help going forward. Try and rise up and… What the. Whatever you had expected to see, it was… not this. The beaker full of your piss is on the floor and next to it is Nemean, knees on the floor and rubbing them together hard and fast enough to the point where she’s practically starting a fire. Seems the hands she was using to hold the beaker had been rapidly been required elsewhere. She looks up towards you. “U-u-um. I-I g-guess I r-realized needed to p-pee, s-s-seeing y-you?” She blinks away a tear. “I… guess you just have a small bladder?” Pretty bad news. “Y-y-yeah! I-i-it’s not t-that b-big…” Worse news, she is lying. “That’s not it, is it?” Nemean looks like she’s going to cry for real. “N-no…” She tries to stand up. It’s a partial success. “A-actually, I d-didn’t p-pee at all… before.” “You didn’t pee at all?” Oh no. “I really tried, but…! I just couldn’t…” “Wait, but then why did you even betray me during the first round?” Nemean says nothing, instead she just pulls up her shirt revealing her stomach. It’s… yeah, anyone could tell that’s one full bladder just from looking at it. “I was already desperate at the start, and I didn’t actually know how much I was capable of holding then. I’m still not sure, but…” “Is this… related to your amnesia?” She says nothing. “The representative relief game is now over. The doors will now open. In addition, the following participants have accrued a rule infraction: Orca. These players will suffer a 1-point penalty to their DP. That will be all.” Okay first of all, why? Did the universe hate you or something? It really was just one horrible thing after another this time… You quickly put your clothes back on, while Nemean carefully puts the beaker inside the pillar. The two of you rush out. Well, as much as you are able to anyway. The first thing you do once outside is check on Orca. Her ears are practically on fire, you didn’t know they did that. She’s avoiding eye contact. “I-I’m not, like, seconds away from peeing my pants, if that’s what you want to know. I still need the toilet very badly though.” “You, uh, you got a penalty.” Orca gives him a dirty look. “I-” “Let’s… not talk about it.” Orca says nothing, but seems to agree. The group heads off to the screen before the mechanized voice can even tell you to do so. Current DP and matchups Room 1 - Rocker [3 DP] versus Nemean [0 DP] Room 2 - Orca [2 DP] versus Chatty [2 DP] Room 3 - Mime [0 DP] versus Siren [2 DP] Mime swears under his breath but doesn’t say anything. “Okay, so.” Rocker takes a deep, ragged breath. “I don’t actually know how much longer I have now. Nemean gives you a worried look. Very worried. It seems you have no choice but to intervene. “Actually, there’s something we might want to… keep in mind.” You’ve got their attention. Hopefully you can keep your thoughts straight. You just need to ignore the liter (it’s gotta be at least a liter, right?) of hot piss in your stomach. “So the thing is, Nemean also needs to pee. Very badly.” The corner of Rocker’s mouth twitches. You think she was about to say something quite harsh, but changed her mind. “That is indeed… bad. I suppose it’s been a while since she last…” “Oh no no, that’s not it.” So far so good, now you just need to explain this in a way that makes some kind of sense. “She… she is very pee-shy. She wasn’t actually able to go the first time she went to the toilet.” “You… have to be fucking kidding me. This is an actual fucking joke.” Rocker takes a deep breath. A very deep breath. You try to think of something else to say, but suddenly everyone’s looking past you. Mime’s eyes become as big as dinner plates, before he turns away. You turn around, and realize Nemean is pulling up her shirt to reveal her… stomach region. It’s, wow. Yeah, still very impressive. It feels bigger now than minutes prior, but that’s probably not real. “I-I’m r-really s-sorry. I-it’s very f-full. B-but I’ll h-hold on as long as I c-can.” She puts her shirt back down and smooths it over. “If you had that kind of capacity, why didn’t… Never mind.” Even Siren seems frustrated. You doubt either you or Nemean had it in you to explain the memory loss thing to the group right now. Just revealing Nemean’s desperation without instantly turning the group against her had already taken most of your brain power. “All right. Okay. Sure, fine! Let’s go discuss our vote, Nemean.” Rocker heads off, with Nemean trailing not too far behind. “We can discuss our vote as well, Siren. But I think the outcome this time is more or less a given.” “Yeah, let’s.” She gives you a worried look. She starts heading towards the booths, but stops. “Chatty, Orca… I… I know things seem a bit bad right now. At least the two of you got some relief, but you’re both pretty far away from using the toilet and…” She seems unsure of how to continue. “Well, I guess what I want to say is that it might get really bad for you two and maybe for Rocker and Nemean as well, so you’re going to have to do everything you can to hold on to the end, got it?” You nod, but you can’t help but notice Siren was practically dancing through her speech. It really is everyone at this point. Well, everyone but Mime. Siren heads off. “Um- I-… Please, don’t betray me.” You had almost forgotten Orca was going to be your partner this time around. “I… Will you promise to not betray me if I do the same?” She nods dutifully. “I will. If Rocker uses the toilet and stuff this time around I might not make it but… maybe she won’t because of Nemean? I don’t know…” She seems a little lost. “Hey, we’re in the same boat. I got some relief in there, but I have no idea how long it will last. It was already getting extremely bad before the beaker and my system’s still probably full of that diuretic.” Keep ignoring your bladder, it’s not getting fuller as you speak. Ignore, ignore, ignore. Suddenly, Orca raises her shirt just as Nemean had. Her midsection is definitely distended, though it’s not as drastic as Nemean. Then again, Orca had a little more meat on her bones. For some reason, you feel compelled to do the same. You stand like that for about a minute, bladders facing each other. Neither of you really seem to know what to say, but you feel a strange closeness over sharing this moment with Orca. Eventually, she puts her shirt down. “And there you have it… I need to, like, use the toilet, you know?” You nod. The two of you head off towards the voting booth in silence. It is only inside the room that doubt starts to set in. Doubt, and the protestations of your bladder. Sure, you had gotten 150 milliliter out of your system. But you were almost certain your bladder was going to replace that in no time at all. You would probably be even fuller than you had been before by the next DP Game. And if you and Orca both voted ally now… you would both end up at 3 DP. If Rocker ended up using the toilet after this round, the DP cost would rise to 6. How full would your bladder be before you would even get a chance to use the toilet? Before you had used the beaker, it had only been pain. There still was, though you didn’t really want to think about it or admit it. How long would it take before you started leaking? Before you wet yourself? Of course, if you betrayed Orca you were not likely to garner much goodwill with the others. Then again, it was completely understandable, wasn’t it? Just like Orca, you had never even peed once during the game. You had even agreed to be betrayed a few times, to help other people. And Orca… had probably gotten more relief than you had with the beaker, hadn’t she? Both you and Nemean had voted for her during the game, and… DECISION – Choose one ALLY BETRAY

Your decision has been made: you are going to vote for team Orca and Siren. Only time will tell if this was the right choice. “I-” Pain interrupts you. When you recover, you’re speaking faster than normal. “I’ll vote for Orca and Siren.” “O-okay… In that case, I’ll v-vote for them as well. If Orca can get a little r-relief, maybe that will improve everyone’s c-chances.” Nemean speaks from the other side of the pillar. You feel a slight panic. What if no other team voted for yours? It seemed the contents of your bladder had already crossed a dangerous threshold, and with all the diuretic in your system it was only going to keep filling. You press the button before you can change your mind. “I… pressed it.” “Ah.” Nemean backs away from the pillar. “I-I guess we just w-wait, now.” You stand back as well, though not exactly gracefully. You desperately look around the room for something to occupy your mind with, which has decided to start imagining what Orca will do once she gets her container. “D-do you want to talk about something? T-to keep your m-mind busy?” It seems Nemean has picked up on your distress. “Yeah… I do.” You really do. “Do you have anything in mind?” “Um…” She thinks for a bit. If only your ability to small talk wasn’t so handicapped by your bladder. There are a million things you still need to ask her about. Probably. That you’ve forgotten about, also because of your bladder. Curses! “W-what is your f-favorite food?” “Er.” Truly, you have met your match today. “Oranges?” “Oh, o-oranges. I-I see. Is that…” The distract yourself with conversation plan is not working. You’re not even sure if your brain is working. Or if it is, an alarming percentage of your brainpower is being allocated to staying dry. “D-do you have a s-significant other?” Your heart skips a beat. You look at Nemean. No, she’s still just trying to distract you. What was that you just felt? You were just… surprised. Yeah, that must be it. “No, I… I don’t think so.” You didn’t think so? There is suddenly a rattling sound from within the pillar, and a compartment opens up to reveal a small beaker. “The votes for the representational relief game have all been tallied, and containers have been distributed according to the rules of the game. After the container has been used, you may place it inside center pillar for storage. Spillage may result in penalty or game loss. In three minutes, doors will open and the representational relief game will end. That will be all.” Nemean examines the beaker, quickly assessing its capacity. “I-it seems we got 150 milliliters. T-two votes.” 150ml. It was significantly more than you had expected, but seeing it in Nemean’s hand it was still heartbreakingly small. Still, it was better than nothing and your bladder needed to let something out… right? It was a throbbing, angry ball and it was screaming at you to use the beaker now. There it was again, the pain. You didn’t know how much time you had left if you kept going like this. Even so, would you be able to stop once you started? Overflowing the cup would be no better than wetting yourself, after all. The way the machine voice had worded things just now had made it seem a small amount of spillage may go unpunished, but still… You didn’t exactly have much experience stopping a stream once you started, and especially not while this full. God, there it was again. Your bladder was just so full… Nemean interrupts your internal dilemma. “U-um. Are you going to u-use it now?” She awkwardly shifts in place, waiting for you to answer. DECISION – Pee in the beaker? YES (You will need to ask Nemean for help) NO (You might not be able to stop once you start)