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  1. He made it to his stop without having an accident, but I don't know if he'll find a toilet in time.
  2. Elizabeth using the STP device Bryce made her.
  3. (This chapter was written for the September writing competition.) *** Shelby enjoyed going on the local dolphin tour. Emmett did too, even if he didn’t admit it. Emmett liked to say that it was weird to do all of the tourist-trap activities in the place where they actually lived. “We can see the dolphins any time we want,” he always told her. “Dad has his own boat. We don’t HAVE to pay for the silly dolphin encounter thing that’s just there to overcharge people from out of town.” But, he was still always pretty happy once they got far enough out to watch the dolphins frolicking. So, Shelby knew what to expect today. Emmett would complain for a bit as they walked down to the docks, roll his eyes at the tourists and the silly performance the ‘pirate sailors’ did as they drove the boat around, and then he’d happily watch the dolphins right alongside her. But, one thing Shelby hadn’t expected was the slushy stand set up next to the dock. It was the height of tourism season, so all sorts of things had been cropping up near the boats. They’d mostly been little stands hawking keychains in the shapes of flamingos, palm trees and, of course, dolphins. Emmett had had to fight very hard to keep Shelby from spending ten bucks on a flamingo shaped stress-ball with their town’s name emblazoned on its bottom. “We LIVE here!” He protested. “Why do you need that? There are hardly even any flamingos around unless you go to the zoo!” He couldn’t talk her out of the slushys, though— The ridiculously OVERPRICED slushys that came in ridiculously oversized cups covered in all sorts of tropical themes. Emmett held one of the cups skeptically, “Toucans aren’t even from here. They’re from the rainforest— When’s the last time you saw a toucan outside your window?” Shelby sipped from her cup. “There was that time one escaped from the zoo.” “That doesn’t count!” Emmett said. Shelby handed Emmett a second cup. “Maybe if you drank this you’d be less cranky,” she said. Emmett sighed and took it. “I’m not cranky, I’m just saying that if you want to sell stuff about our town, it should at least be accurate.” He took a drink. “At least the slushys are good,” he said. They went to wait for their boat, a crowd of tourists had already gathered. “And another thing,” Emmett added. “I still don’t understand why you insist on doing THIS in the first place. We have our OWN boat that we can use by ourselves for a lot less money.” “I like the pirates,” Shelby said. “It’s a history lesson.” Emmett shook his head. While there HAD been pirates here a very long time ago, the performance they were going to see today had very little to do with anything that had actually happened. One of the tourists, an older woman, had turned to face them. “You two live here?” She asked. “You’ve got your own boat?” Shelby nodded, “Yeah. It’s fun living here— I saw a toucan out my window once!” “Amazing!” The woman said. “How often do you see those in the wild?” “That was the first time,” Shelby said. “But, I’m sure there will be more!” “It escaped from the—“ Emmett groaned, returned to his drink. “Never mind…” Emmett finished his drink rather quickly, before the ‘pirates’ had shown up to begin their tour. He frowned as he eyed the huge, empty cup in his hands. He remembered something about these boat tours— One of the ways they differed from going out on DAD’S boat. Dad’s boat had a toilet. Emmett didn’t like USING it— Aim was quite a bit trickier when the water beneath the boat was never completely still. But when he was surrounded by the sight and sound of rushing water for hours, all while getting rocked around by the waves, he seldom had a choice BUT to use it. The tour boats didn’t have toilets. They needed that space in order to cram in a few more seats. It would be a very, VERY bad idea to board one of those after just finishing a gigantic slushy— Not without relieving himself first. He ALREADY felt some pressure inside his bladder; A pressure that was certain to grow. “Shelby, I need to use the restroom, okay?” “We might leave without you,” Shelby warned. “Just jump in the water when the boat’s stopped.” Emmett shook his head. “First of all, that’s gross. Second…” he lowered his voice. “It isn’t going to stop until we’re near the dolphins, and I don’t think I can wait that long. Third, I’m not in a swimsuit.” He gestured to the restaurant beside the docks. “I’ll be right back, I promise.” Shelby shrugged, “Okay. But, if we leave, you’re gonna be real bored waiting for us to come back!” Emmett thought ‘boredom’ was a better thing to risk than ‘pissed pants’. He rushed off for the restaurant. He was greeted at the entrance and awkwardly explained that he just had to use the toilet really fast. Thankfully, he was allowed to do that without buying anything. He released his bladder into the urinal, and stood there a few extra seconds to make sure he’d gotten rid of all of it. He knew that slushy still wasn’t done moving through him, but hoped that this would be enough to allow him to make it through the entire boat trip. Once he was as certain as he could be that no more drops remained inside his bladder, he zipped up and ran back to the dock. The ‘pirates’ still hadn’t shown up. “Feel better?” Shelby asked, tossing her now empty slushy cup into a trash bin. “Y—Yeah,” Emmett blushed. “You know, you should probably go too.” “Nah, I don’t have to,” Shelby said. “You just drank a gallon of slushy,” Emmett said. “You’re GONNA have to. These boats don’t have toilets like Dad’s does, remember?” “I’ll be fine,” Shelby said. “Don’t worry about it.” “You really shoul—“ 
 Before Emmett could continue nagging Shelby into using the restroom, a boat pulled up to the dock. Two men in pirate Halloween costumes stepped off of it and ushered everyone aboard, all the while telling cheesy jokes and ending every sentence with “AAARGH!” Shelby was delighted by the performance. Emmett wondered if his pee-break would have been better spent buying a bottle of ibuprofen. Once everyone had taken a seat, the boat set off into the ocean. Immediately, Emmett was sure that pissing had been the BEST possible use of his time, because the rocking of the boat was quite intense today. The wind grew stronger the farther they got away from land. Yep, a person would be in an awful lot of trouble if they hadn’t peed before getting on this thing… Half an hour later, and Shelby was in an awful lot of trouble. She’d been laughing so much at the ‘pirates’, and having fun talking with the tourists, and she hadn’t even noticed the gradual expansion taking place inside her bladder for the longest time. But, then she took a breath for a moment and became very aware that the slushy she’d drank earlier had ceased to be enjoyable. She wriggled her thighs, tensing them together. Now that she’d realized she had to pee, the urge was increasing at a rapid pace. It was no big deal! She’d wait until the boat stopped and jump in the water, just like she’d told Emmett to do earlier! And, yeah, she was just wearing her regular clothes, but that was fine, wasn’t it? She’d be sopping wet until she could go home and change, but it was better to be soaked in sea-water than in piss, wasn’t it? Except, then there were all the people here… She’d kind of have to explain WHY she’d leapt off the boat, right? She could feign a fall, she supposed, but the walls of the boat were too high for THAT to look realistic. And what if they ‘helped’ her back up before she’d finished peeing? Nope. She’d just have to say she was going into the water to pee. She’d have to announce that to a boat full of strangers. Which was… Honestly, not THAT mortifying of a thought to her. Everyone peed, it was an unavoidable fact of life. She didn’t really ‘get’ why some people got so embarrassed telling others when they had to go. What was there to be ashamed of? Shelby thought her plan was perfect, but then something else occurred to her that made her reconsider it completely. Emmett was going to say “I told you so!” It was childish, but Shelby seriously DID NOT WANT to give him a reason to say that to her. She didn’t want to set the stage for one more incident where Emmett could show off that he was the responsible one. She wanted to prove him WRONG for once, by NOT having an emergency after he’d tried to warn her. So, her mind made up, she ordered her bladder to WAIT. That was easier said than done, however. The motion of the boat against the water, and the nonstop sound of liquid lapping against it, fused into an atrocious tease on her aching middle, prompting threats from her sphincters that told her she might NOT be able to do this. The constant pulsing need in her taut belly was utterly impossible to ignore, and she crossed her legs to try and quell the spasms. She hoped Emmett didn’t notice her discomfort. Emmett DIDN’T notice it, because he a little too distracted— The stream he’d expelled at the restaurant hadn’t been enough for his bladder, it was now throbbing again— Quite a bit more strongly than it had done earlier. ‘You can’t possibly need to go again,’ he tried to convince himself. ‘You just went. You can hold it until— Ah— Th—There’s nothing to hold. You already went. You’re fine.’ His bladder didn’t believe him, and surged more powerfully, causing him to tense his thighs up and bounce his knees for a second. He shut his eyes and exhaled slowly, trying to stay calm. He’d be okay, he’d be okay. He’d probably need the bathroom right away once they got back to land, but he’d MAKE IT there! He hoped. Once the boat had stopped, Shelby was even less sure of her ability to hold it than Emmett was. The boat was STILL now, she could get into the water and relieve the tension inside her body. And then Emmett would say “I told you so.” No. Shelby was going to wait! She could still wait! She was fine! She had to go really, really bad, but she hadn’t started leaking or anything! She could do this! She gritted her teeth and gnashed them together, jiggling her legs, curling her fingers around the edge of her seat. The sound of all that water, so much like what she was dying to do, wasn’t helping at all! Emmett wasn’t doing much better. That slushy had filled him up! He turned to hopefully catch the dolphins as they started to emerge from the water, but he couldn’t concentrate on looking out for signs of their presence— Ripples in the water, a glimpse of a grey fin— All he could see were gallons and gallons of liquid rolling in the wind, and making the liquid inside of HIM roll with it. There was a sudden, bright point of pressure at his opening, followed by a drip of pee emerging, and he shot to his feet. The abrupt movement prompted another drop of warmth into his boxers, and now that he was up he didn’t know what he was actually going to do. He couldn’t just jump in the water like Shelby had suggested earlier, that was so disgusting! But, he couldn’t hold it much longer, either! Nervously, he went up to one of the ‘pirates’. “Uh—Um…” he mumbled. “Arrrgh, what is it matey?” The pirate asked. “I need to… I have to…” Emmett fiddled with his fingers, legs rubbing together. “I need the restroom… Is there some way I can go?” “If it’s a leak ye be needing,” the pirate said. “I’m afraid yer gonna have to wait.” ‘Oh, for the love of— Please, can’t you break character for this at least?’ Emmett mentally begged. “I—It’s… Urgent,” he admitted softly. “Aye, the sea within is as ornery as the sea out there, is it, lad?” Emmett was beginning to think that wetting his pants would have been less embarrassing. “Bring a spring upon ye and run a shot across the bow,” the pirate said. “Wha—“ “Head towards the front of the boat where nobody’s sitting and… Go over the side,” the pirate explained. “O—Okay,” Emmett said. That wasn’t very sanitary… He was sure going to have to pay attention to which direction the wind was moving in. He went back to his seat and rifled through the bag Shelby had brought. Shelby hadn’t paid attention when Emmett had gotten up to talk with the pirate. She was much too focused on restraining her bladder. The need had increased to a fevered level, and she’d needed to go as far as to discreetly press two fingers up against her opening. This brought her a little bit of relief from the relentless pressure, but it wasn’t enough. Her sphincters were tired and didn’t want to keep fighting, she just wanted to let them relax. “Wh—What are you l—looking for?” She asked, watching Emmett dig through the bag. Emmett flushed a bright red. “I— I need to— I’m about to— D—Do something, and—“ He fished his hand-sanitizer out of the bag. “I’m g—gonna need this after!” “Okay…” Shelby said. “What are you—“ Emmett had already rushed off, heading towards the front end of the boat where very few of the seats were occupied. There were two people, but this looked like the most privacy he was going to get and he was too desperate to care too much about that. Still, he had just enough presence of mind to tell those people that they’d have a better view of the dolphins on the OTHER side of the boat so that they’d leave. In order for his stream to clear the wall of the boat, he had to climb onto one of the seats and partially stand atop it, anxiously holding onto it, fearful of falling off. Shelby had stumbled after him, her hand now fully tucked between her legs. Trying to chase after someone with a full bladder while on a boat must have been one of the most brutal things she’d ever gone through. It had only taken a few seconds, but the shooting pains caused by the rocking of the boat and the motion of her own legs had been excruciating. “What are you—” “Shelby, can you please look away?” Emmett begged. “What’s—“ Emmett yanked down his zipper when he felt another repulsive squirt of pee splash into his boxers. Screw it. Having Shelby watch him while he did this was infinitely better than having to sit in his own waste. His stream began to hiss into the ocean and he sighed. “Ahhhh….” “…Oh,” Shelby said after a moment. So, even though he’d peed before getting on the boat, he’d had an emergency anyway? Maybe he WOULDN’T say “I told you so”? Shelby was overcome with the desire to join him up there, but then she got a better look at the position he was in. He was standing up halfway so that he could reach to shoot his pee over the side of the boat, and he was sort of bent over in order to hold onto the seat and not fall… Aiming with only ONE hand… 
If Shelby bent that way, her pee would run straight down her legs. She needed to bend BACKWARDS a little to get it to arc out properly. Add onto that the fact one-handed aiming was already a more difficult feat for her to pull off… For her to do that, she’d need to stand up ALL the way, lean backwards, probably lose her balance on the seat and fall… Or, she could ‘sit’… Which would be more like inching herself out over the side of the boat and… dangling there as she peed. Very exposed, and still at risk of falling— This time back into the water. Neither of these options appealed to her at all. The only other choice available to her would be to jump in the water like she’d planned to do at the start. She didn’t want to have to go home drenched in sea-water, but there were far worse things she could end up drenched in today if she didn’t. She just needed to get permission to go in the water, and this would be over. Emmett finished peeing and zipped up, he climbed down from the seat, shocked at himself for what he’d just done. He sanitized his hands, but he still felt dirty all over. Now that his mind was clear and his bladder empty, he was able to notice Shelby’s problem a little more easily. “I told you to go bef—“ “YOU just pissed off the side of the boat,” Shelby interrupted, stomping her feet with equal parts desperation and indignation. “Don’t you DARE try to tell me off now.” Emmett frowned and turned away, embarrassed. He walked back towards the other end of the both, wordlessly. Shelby followed him. She could see some water sloshing out in the ocean now, as well as the fin of one dolphin. Instead of feeling excited to see the creatures, she just wished they’d tone down on all the splashing. It was making her bladder spasm sharply, and she could feel some warmth forcing its way out through her opening. Shit, shit… She approached one of the pirates and, never one to beat around the bush, said “Is it okay if I get in the water for a second? I need to pee really bad.” The pirate blinked at her for a few seconds, no doubt he was surprised by how blunt she’d chosen to be about her situation. But, Shelby didn’t have the time for him to get over his shock, her body was achingly full and every moment that ticked by was another heavy load of stress added to her bladder. “Er… Yarrr,” the pirate said finally. “The sea, she is much too nasty a beast for such matters.” Shelby had enjoyed the performance earlier, but not right now. Her bladder was giving heavy, agonizing throbs, and she tugged anxiously at her clothing. She was frustrated by the fact the waistband of her pants HAD to be right there— Right where all her pee was stuck. “Huh?” “We have safety protocols we’re supposed to follow,” the pirate whispered. “Everybody has to stay in the boat.” “O—Oh…” Shelby said. “It will only be a minute…” “A lot can happen in a minute,” the pirate said, and Shelby knew that was true, but she was a really strong swimmer and was sure she’d be okay! “I just told someone else to go over the side earlier,” the pirate added. “If you want to try that.” Shelby didn’t want to try that. Whether she stood or did the best approximation of ‘sitting’ she could manage, she could easily fall while pissing and hurt herself. “H—How long until we get back?” She asked instead. “A little bit, we’re gonna stay here for about thirty minutes and then head back.” Shelby wasn’t sure if she could wait that long, but she didn’t think she had much of a choice. She sat back down in her seat, her bladder compressing painfully as she did so. This was so unfair! Since she’d learned to pee standing up, she’d thought that was just IT, she’d be able to easily relieve herself in any situation, just like Emmett could. But, Emmett still had slightly more flexibility than she did, didn’t have to worry as much about the angle of his pelvis and the rest of his body. He could grab onto that seat and bend himself over and forwards, and his pee would STILL go where he wanted it to. Unless she was at the exact right angle, her pee would go down her legs. She turned around and faced the dolphins that were starting to emerge from underwater. They were nice to watch, but she enjoyed it less than she usually did. She kept thinking about how lucky dolphins were, they lived underwater and could just pee whenever and wherever they wanted. A dolphin probably didn’t even know what it felt like to need to go really, really badly and have no choice but to wait. Shelby pressed her hands to her crotch and tried her best to stop thinking about pee. She couldn’t banish it from her mind, though. Her body was so utterly water-logged, the urine must have been seeping into everything. She could feel it in her bones. If the walls of the boat weren’t so high, she might have been able to get away with pretending she’d slipped into the water so that she could let it go… Her bladder cramped up mightily at the thought of emptying, and she squeezed her thighs together. It didn’t help, her need was just getting worse. A squirt of liquid hissed into her clothes and she moaned softly, face scorching red. Sure, maybe she wasn’t embarrassed to have other people know when she needed to pee, but she would definitely be mortified to have an accident in front of everyone here. Her bladder felt as heavy as a bowling ball, and even with her hands buried between her legs, she kept feeling more and more warm gushes of liquid seeping out of her. She couldn’t believe this was happening, and her heart was thundering loudly in her ears. She hated herself for not listening to Emmett. Sure, she probably would have filled back up again in the same way he had, but maybe if she’d gotten some out before, she’d at least have a CHANCE of making it. Emmett looked away from the dolphins and back to her, “Er…” he said, and even just that one syllable sounded utterly confused. He may have thought Shelby’s insistence upon peeing like a guy was weird, but in situations like this it ought to have been useful. “Why didn’t you go off the side like I did? If you’re worried someone’ll see how you pee and think it’s weird, all these people are tourists. You won’t ever see them again.” “I just don’t wanna fall off,” Shelby stated through a wince. Her teeth gnashed together as she begged her body to keep waiting. She could feel the dampness between her thighs now, could feel herself starting to lose it. Her bladder was begging to be emptied, her muscles pleading for just one, brief second of relaxation. “Just hold onto the seat,” Emmett said. “I was nervous too, but—“ “If I— If I’m leaning forward like you were, it’s gonna go down my legs,” Shelby tried to explain. Her legs shook, crossed every which way, and rubbed together. “I gotta lean back, and if I’m trying to balance on the chair like that, I could hurt myself.” “O—Oh,” Emmett said. He hadn’t ever thought too hard about it— Lord knew he tried NOT to think about his sister pissing like a dude at ALL— But, he realized now that even if Shelby could pee standing up like he did, it still wasn’t EXACTLY the same for her. There were a few more variables to consider, apart from simply pointing and shooting. He couldn’t believe what came to his mind next, it was about the LAST thing he’d want to do, but he figured he’d be a pretty awful brother if he let his sister wet herself when there may have been a way out of it. “Okay… What if I… I don’t know, hold onto your legs or something?” “What?” “To help you stay balanced even though you can’t grip the seat,” Emmett explained. “I’ll hold your feet steady on it, I guess.” Shelby thought that would work. Her bladder definitely thought it would work, and got a bit too excited at the notion, sending another pulse of liquid down through her sphincters. This time, the hiss was audible. But, hopefully, it blended in with the sounds of the dolphins splashing around. “Are you okay doing that?” Emmett sighed. “It’s going to be one of the most awkward moments of my life, but probably still LESS awkward than if you wet yourself.” 
With her hands glued against her crotch, Shelby struggled to her feet, determined to make it now. She could not part her legs very far, so her steps were tiny and didn’t make much progress. She knew that taking long strides would be her bladder’s undoing, though. Moaning quietly, she reached the other side of the boat where no one was around to see what she was about to do. She had another obstacle now, climbing getting up onto the seat. Lifting her legs up so high made everything much, much worse. She felt a slow, leaky stream begin to flow and her hands grew wet and warm from the liquid flooding into them. She got onto the seat and kneeled there for a few seconds, waiting for Emmett to show up before she tried to stand up on it. Emmett caught up. “O—Okay,” he said. “I’ll put my hands around your ankles, kind of, and help your feet to stay steady. That should work, right?” “Y—Yeah,” Shelby grunted out, beginning to rise up from her hunched, pained position. Emmett started to reach out, and then something made him stop. A little alarm bell was going off inside his head; He was about to touch Shelby’s shoes… Shoes which were drug around on the ground all day, every day, everywhere she went… They were no doubt crawling with all manner of bacteria, and he was going to put his hands on them, and— “Emmett!” Shelby whined. “I thought you were gonna—“ “R—Right—!” Emmett’s hands flew out and grasped around each of Shelby’s ankles, lightly brushing against part of her shoes. Immediately, his flesh felt contaminated and he wanted to let go and pour some of his sanitizer onto them. He forced himself not to, though. Maybe… Maybe his fear of germs was actually a good thing this time? If he was spending all his time trying not to freak out too badly about his hands being dirty, he would give less attention to— Shelby tugged down her pants just far enough to expose her butt. She didn’t WANT to show so much, in case someone ended up walking this way for some reason, but doing it through her zipper would be way too risky under these already taxing conditions. Emmett saw this for only a fraction of a second before he directed his eyes to his hands, still coiled around Shelby’s ankles. ‘L—Look, all the grime on Shelby’s shoes is getting all over your hands now. That’s awful, isn’t it? Too awful for you to notice anything else that might be happening! Yes, yes, your hands are filthy, and that’s all you can focus on. Nothing else.’ Shelby positioned her own hands and finally stopped holding back, piss sprayed from her in a nice, forward arc, splashing gently into the ocean water. Without thinking about it, she leaned her upper body back further as she emptied her painfully full bladder, letting out small whimpers of relief. She didn’t want to get too noisy, she didn’t want to attract attention— Even from a tourist whom she knew would never cross her path again. Her bloated body slowly gave way to absolutely orgasmic relief. “Hmmm…” she hummed a pleased noise, tipping her head back happily while she drained everything away. Finally, her middle had stopped all the awful throbbing and pulsing. Finally, she was done and, to her dismay, the last little bit rolled down her leg. But, that didn’t matter too much. She’d avoided a total soaking, she just had to be grateful for that. She pulled her pants up the rest of the way, and sighed. “Y—You can let go of my feet now,” she said. Emmett did, face burning. At least that was over. Now, if only there was some way he could forget about it forever. Shelby climbed back down, “Thank you,” she said. “Don’t mention it,” Emmett told her. “Really, PLEASE.”
  4. "What's the matter? Something you need in here?"
  5. secretomoact

    lol

    From the album: SOA'S OCs

    This is your fault, Bryce. You shouldn't have grabbed him when his bladder was full.
  6. This is your fault, Bryce. You shouldn't have grabbed him when his bladder was full.
  7. secretomoact

    franticavery

    From the album: SOA'S OCs

    Will he make it?
  8. Here's "Avery" from "STP".
  9. secretomoact

    adamwaits

    From the album: SOA'S OCs

    I think he's having a hard time waiting...
  10. Here's "Adam" from "Firsts". I think he's having a hard time waiting...
  11. secretomoact

    shelbyleak

    From the album: SOA'S OCs

    Uh oh...
  12. secretomoact

    pleading

    From the album: SOA'S OCs

    Should she be allowed to go?
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