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  1. No Substitute for Omorashi.

    Yeah... this was my very first story and I was just experimenting with what I could do... so it's not so great. And for some reason I decided to write it from the perspective of a guy... I'm glad you think so but it definitely could've used some work...
  2. Guns for the Vox

    Thank you! I'm so glad you think so!
  3. Guns for the Vox

    So I actually really like this one. The ending is more heartfelt than the others, so I'd be really, really happy if you read all the way through. I wrote it after watching SAO Abridged... you know, the end of episode eight? Yeah, kinda got the inspiration from that. Anyway, this one has been a long time coming, so enjoy! ... Elizabeth bit her lip. She didn’t know exactly how long she had needed to pee, just that it was all she could think about right now. Mr. DeWitt had promised her Paris, but, right now, all she wanted was a toilet. To her dismay, however, they were in the middle of a firefight. “Elizabeth!” Booker shouted at her, grabbing her attention. “I could use a little help!” Elizabeth snapped her attention to the scene in front of her. Booker had already ended the lives of three Fink men- Elizabeth gasped as she looked at the bloody mess where the last one’s head had been- but he had taken wounds himself. She noted a bullet graze on his leg and a hole on his upper arm. “Got anything for this?” He asked impatiently. Elizabeth nodded hurriedly and turned to open a nearby tear that contained a box full of medkits. Booker continued to shoot at the Fink men as Elizabeth rushed over to the box and grabbed one of the first aid kits. “Booker,” she shouted. “Catch!” He looked up and she lobbed the kit towards him. He caught it easily and immediately started to dress his wounds. Elizabeth nodded, satisfied, and began to survey the room once more. There were still five men rushing between pillars and using the gap in gunfire to reload and regroup. Elizabeth decided she would change that. Looking up at the various tears available, she found one that housed an automated turret. This will send them running, Elizabeth thought. She closed her eyes and concentrated her entire mind on bringing the turret to life. A loud crack filled the air, and, when she opened her eyes again, the room was bright with the fire of a machine operated chaingun. Elizabeth watched as the men scattered again, but, to her horror, one was too slow and caught a full volley of bullets directly to the chest and stomach. He fell in a heap and stopped moving. Elizabeth gasped and covered her mouth, but, just as her eyes started to fill with tears over what she had done, a bullet whizzed by her head and caused her to fall to the ground from shock. She spent a moment looking at the ceiling, trying to catch her breath, but, when she came back to her senses, it wasn’t her breathing that was out of control. Her hands flew to her crotch, one clamping onto her leaking pee hole and the other landing on top of the first. She squeezed her legs together and clenched, hard. Even with all of her preventive measures, the flow took a moment to subside. She sat up, feeling her wet panties slide against her and a couple drips of urine leak down her leg. Her eyes widened in horror, but, just as she was about to look at the damage for herself, the gunfire in the room ceased. Elizabeth looked up to find that the room was empty, except for a few corpses, she and booker, and a loudly whining, smoking turret. Elizabeth recalled her tear and the turret vanished. “Alright,” Booker called, “that’s the last of ‘em. Ready to move on?” Elizabeth looked at the floor. “What is it?” Booker asked, walking closer. “It’s nothing…” Elizabeth responded, feeling a flush creep onto her face. Booker came closer still. “What?” He asked, coming within mere feet of the humiliated girl. “I didn’t hear you.” Elizabeth shook her head and continued to look at the ground, her face reddening further. Booker walked straight up to her and put his hand on her shoulder. “I saw what happened with that turret, Elizabeth. You don’t have to feel guilty, you know. He was going to try and kill us. You don’t have to blame yourself for getting him first.” Elizabeth looked up at him, her eyes tearing up from the reminder of what had happened. “It really is completely fine.” Elizabeth nodded, and Booker smiled softly at her, before a thoughtful expression took it’s place. “Do you smell that? Popcorn…” He looked around, clearly trying to find the source of the smell, but Elizabeth could only turn away from him, embarrassed. She knew exactly where the smell was coming from. “Oh well,” he announced after searching for a moment and finding nothing. “Time to get moving.” Elizabeth nodded again, and waited for Booker’s footsteps to resume before following at a distance. She didn’t want him smelling her again. She was only a few steps into their journey, however, before another wave of desperation wracked her body. She was afraid to grab herself where Booker could see, so it was all she could do to clench her hands into fists at her sides and try to hold her pee in with muscles alone. After a few moments of agonizing desperation, Elizabeth was confident that the surge was almost over and began to relax… when another wave overtook her, even more intense than the one before. Before Elizabeth could react, a short jet of pee had escaped her, re-wetting her panties and dripping down her leg. Elizabeth gasped and grabbed herself, convinced that she couldn’t stop it any other way. After a long moment and another, longer spurt, she finally got herself under control, waiting until she was certain the wave of desperation had passed to relax. Elizabeth looked up, expecting to find Booker studying her with a disgusted expression, but, to her alarm, he had not only continued on without her, but was nowhere to be seen. Elizabeth considered running in the direction he had gone, but another pang of desperation put an end to that idea. After she had gotten her bladder under control (luckily with no squirts), she decided that it would be a much better idea to go look for a bathroom. The street was empty, save for the dead bodies of the Fink employees Booker had ended, so she was free to enter any building she desired. The first building she tried was locked, as were the second and third. Elizabeth nearly gave up and decided to pee in the street, but she seemed to recall a store that had been open on their way through. She began to walk back the way they came. She could practically feel her bladder filling up, but, to her dismay, the store she had in mind was all the way at the end of the street. She could barely make out the sign, but she was convinced that, if she could just make it to that store, she would have a chance to relieve her bladder. She had only walked a few yards when another stab of desperation seized her. With no one around to see her, she felt comfortable enough to grab herself to stop the flow… but, to her horror, it wasn’t enough. Even with her hands jammed into her crotch, drops of urine began to escape her. She gasped and bent forward at the waist, trying to find a safe position for her bladder. As if to spite her, her bladder’s only response was to increase the flow, a spurt escaping her pee hole, then another that shot through her panties and dampened the front of her skirt, under her hands. Elizabeth, gasped again, holding her breath this time, and crossing her legs, hard. Another spurt, longer this time. “No…” Elizabeth whimpered. Finally, Elizabeth’s only hope was to clench her bladder. To her amazement, the flow sputtered out and stopped. After a moment, the wave of desperation passed… sort of. Her bladder would not be ignored anymore. It would be a constant annoyance until she reached a bathroom or wet herself, she could tell. It was all she could do to hobble toward the building at the end of the street, bent into a position where she could maintain bladder control. Her bladder screamed at every step, but she closed the distance all the same. Thirty yards, twenty yards, ten yards, and finally she was there. There was only one thing in her way. Stairs. It was only five steps, but the first one was torture. She could hardly contain herself as her legs spread apart to mount the obstacle. The second one was better, but the third was worse. The fourth was agony, and Elizabeth felt a squirt escape her, but she couldn’t stop. Not so close to her goal. The last step was unbearably painful, but Elizabeth made it anyway. The only penalty was that her occasional squirt turned into a constant, light drip. Elizabeth pushed the door open, saying a silent prayer of thanks when it wasn’t locked. She stumbled into the store, looking anywhere and everywhere for a sign indicating a bathroom, but she found nothing. Instead, she stumbled into the back room, groaning as the movement turned her drip into a tiny stream, but she was so close… or so she thought. The back room was only a store room. Elizabeth moaned helplessly, but, just as she was about to despair, something popped up in the store room. A tear, with a full bathroom in it. Stalls, sinks, toilets- as many as she could want. The sight almost made Elizabeth lose control completely, but she held it in. She couldn’t let go this close to her goal. She closed her eyes and focused all her attention on the tear… but instead of a crack, Elizabeth heard a hiss. While she was distracted, her bladder had let loose in earnest. Despite the bathroom right in front of her, Elizabeth couldn’t stop the spray from escaping her exhausted bladder. All she could do was fall to her knees, grabbing more and more of her skirt to absorb the flow, although she had no idea why. The hiss was deafening, and Elizabeth could only look at the ceiling, her face beet red and tears dripping out of her eyes, as the entire contents of her bladder escaped, soaking her legs and her skirt and then collecting in an ever growing puddle on the floor. It took almost a minute for the flow to subside, and, as Elizabeth’s panic faded, she could only marvel at just how much pee she had been holding. When she finally finished peeing, she closed her eyes and stood up, cringing as the drips of pee that clung to her panties and skirt fell down her legs. When she turned around to leave, her eyes widened as she found Booker standing in the doorway, one eyebrow raised. “What happened?” He said, feigning ignorance, but when he saw the tears on Elizabeth’s face his tone changed. “Oh, I’m sorry Elizabeth. Are you okay?” “Yes,” she mumbled, “I’m fine.” She took a deep breath and tried to suppress her soft sobs, but failed. Booker took her hands. “How did you find me?” She asked him in a quiet whisper. “I saw you struggling up the steps outside when I came looking for you,” he responded, “I was worried you were hurt. I hope you’re not too embarrassed, but this is kinda preferable to me.” Elizabeth was taken aback by his lack of disgust and could only giggle at his subtle joke. “I’m glad you’re not crying anymore,” he said softly. “Now come on, kid. We’ve got some guns to get.” He walked slowly out of the back room, stopping to make sure that Elizabeth was following. Elizabeth smiled weakly at him, wiped the tears from her eyes and followed. This would be a long day. ... So that's the end of the story! Please let me know what you thought in the comments (like whether you prefer it ending right after the accident or continuing for a couple more paragraphs) and thank you so much for reading! If you have any suggestions, shoot me a PM and I'll get to it as soon as I can, or feel free to read my other stuff!
  4. The Party

    Okay, so chapter two! Aiden gets his revenge on Kirsten and her two friends (who I have named Jessica and Ashley because I don't think they were actually given names in the game... if they were and I'm dead wrong, sorry...) so read up if you want! Here goes nothing! ... Jodie had been locked in the closet for almost half an hour when Aiden finally returned. She was still miserable, cold, and wet, but her crying had finally stopped. The humiliation had yet to go away. The music had resumed a long time ago, and Jodie could feel the bass thumping beneath her feet. With her knees against her chest and her back against the wall, she could almost completely avoid the puddle of urine she had left in the center of the closet. The only thing still in the puddle was her shoes, which mercifully did not absorb the liquid. She looked up when she felt her companion enter and silently called out to him. “Get me out of here…” she pleaded. “Please…” Aiden complied, and, after a moment, the door clicked and opened. Jodie crawled out as quickly as she could, feeling her knees make contact with the- now cold- pee on the floor. Upon standing up, Jodie could see that the host and her friends had shut, and presumably locked, the door to keep her from re-entering the party should she escape from the closet. Fortunately, she had no intention of going back in. Aiden looked to her for a moment, waiting on her for a course of action. Jodie closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, considering the deep satisfaction that getting revenge on the party goers would bring her. After a moment, however, she decided that she would be the bigger person and leave. When she went to relay her decision to her silent companion, however… she discovered that he had already made a choice of his own. She called out to him, but he ignored her. He had already entered the party, and its guests would know his wrath. Jodie began to panic, but she knew there was nothing she could do. Whatever happened from here was out of her hands. All she could do was sit and wait. … Kirsten’s birthday party had taken a turn for the better ever since that little freak was locked up. Without Jodie bothering Matt, the Londoner had turned his attention to the birthday girl, who knew she was much more deserving of it. Aside from the lame book she had gotten, all her presents had been awesome. She especially looked forward to making use of the thong she had received, but, for now, her mind was elsewhere. With all the excitement, her time had been completely occupied; playing hostess, switching up the music, chatting with her friends, dancing, and consuming several beers, she had been completely distracted from a concern which had just become much more pressing. She was caught up in a conversation with Matt, but she knew that, very soon, she would need to excuse herself and use the bathroom. Matt, completely drunk and oblivious to her situation, continued to chat idly as Kirsten’s squirming became more and more pronounced. The beer had taken its toll and her bladder was filling up rapidly, but she was afraid to leave and return to find Matt occupied with one of her friends. So she stayed, and squirmed, and shifted and shook and squeezed her legs together, all the while feeling her bladder balloon inside of her. Just as the situation was finally reaching its climax and Kirsten’s desperation was coming to a head, the music kicked off. Matt was too drunk to notice, as was his friend, but Kirsten looked over at the stereo to see that, to her horror, the display had been shattered. Her eyes went wide and she looked around to see who had done it, but none of her guests were standing anywhere near it. “Oh my god you guys,” she exclaimed. “My mom is going to kill me if she finds out I broke this!” The other teens looked nonplussed. Kirsten looked at each of them in turn before a sudden pang in her bladder made her close her eyes and squeeze her thighs together in discomfort. It took a moment for the desperation to pass, but, once it had, she found that the environment had returned to the way it was despite the lack of music. Kirsten was about to voice her anger about the ruined stereo once more when a loud bang behind her made her start and pulled her attention away from the destruction. While she had been occupied by the stereo, the table had flipped over. Utter confusion overtook her for a moment, before realization set in. Jodie. Kirsten stormed over to the door, ignoring the noise as several beers were thrown from their container and the pans in the kitchen were knocked to the floor, as well as the mounting pain in her bladder. That little freak is using her witch magic to ruin my party! She came to a stop in front of the door and grabbed the handle, turning it savagely and pulling hard… but it didn’t budge. She smiled at her own foolishness, having momentarily forgotten that they had locked the door to keep the bitch out. To her confusion, she found the door unlocked. She turned the handle again and yanked once more, then twice and three times, but the door still didn’t open. Kirsten began to panic as another stab of discomfort seized her bladder. If this door didn’t open, she was going to be in serious trouble. She turned Matt and gave him an exasperated look. He wasn’t even looking at her. She huffed and walked over to him. “Matt!” He turned to face her, momentarily distracted from the chaos that Jodie was causing in the room. “Will you please get that door open for me?” She whined. “It’s stuck and I can’t make Jodie stop if I can’t get out of here.” Matt nodded and walked over to the door, giving it a hard tug. Instead of watching him attempt to open the door, Kirsten looked around the room, observing the mess that the witch was making. Jodie had knocked over every single chair or table that she could and everything that had been on them was now on the floor. Kirsten ground her teeth at the sight of the chaos, but, so far, the only real damage that had been done was- Oh god... another huge wave of desperation hit Kirsten so suddenly that she had no choice but to grab herself to hold it in. To her horror and mortification, even forcefully squeezing her pee in did not prevent several droplets from escaping into her panties. After a few seconds, Kirsten was finally able to get her bladder under control, but it felt like an eternity. She straightened back up and looked around at the guests, who were thankfully too distracted by Jodie’s temper tantrum to notice her situation. To her alarm, however, when her gaze fell on Matt, she found him still struggling to open the door. She was about to walk over to him when he was knocked flat onto his back by an unseen force. She gasped and backed away, but it was too late. Jodie grabbed her arm and yanked her several steps to the right, then grabbed her other arm and pulled her to the left, then back to her right and then to her left and so on until she finally fell to her knees. That seemed to be just what Jodie was waiting for, as she used the opportunity to shove Kirsten onto her back. The force of the blow made Kirsten’s bladder spasm and she grabbed herself again to keep it in, but, once again, failed to keep from leaking. This time her bladder let loose a long squirt that fully wet her underwear. It was only when the desperation subsided that she realized Jodie had stopped attacking her. In fact, it seemed that all of the chaos in the room had stopped completely. Kirsten sat up as quickly as her bladder would allow and took a look around the room. The entire party area was a disaster, with every surface being tipped and every beverage and snack being spilled. Kirsten frowned, but she was relieved that the only damage to the room was the stereo. That could be explained and everything else could be cleaned up. She was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when one of her friends screamed. She whipped her head around frantically, praying that Jodie hadn’t hurt anyone. When her eyes finally came to rest on the source of the scream, she found it to be Jessica, her friend with the glasses, legs pretzeled around one another, hands jammed into crotch, head bowed in shame. After a moment, Kirsten realized why; Jessica was peeing herself. The liquid escaped in cascades, soaking her pants, first down the thighs and then to her knees and then to her ankles, before finally pitter pattering into a puddle on the floor. Kirsten’s eyes went wide as she watched her friend wet her pants. After a moment of watching the spectacle, Kirsten noticed something. The area around Jessica’s bladder was depressed, pushed in in a way that made it look like… Wait, Kirsten thought, did my squirt make Jodie decide to make Jess pee herself? Indeed, it seemed that the wetting had distracted Jodie from destroying anything else, and, for that, Kirsten was thankful. It was only after a moment of silence that another cry came from another corner of the room. Kirsten turned to look in the direction of the noise, only to find Ashley, her friend in pink, huddled in a corner. Kirsten stumbled up from her sitting position and rushed over to her to see if she was hurt, but when she got closer, she found an entirely different situation. Ashley was crying silently, her hands in a death grip on her crotch. Despite her best efforts, however, Kirsten could see urine escaping from her, spraying audibly out of her pee hole and past her fingers to pool on the floor. Ashley was bright red, clearly mortified. Kirsten watched in morbid fascination as Ashley’s bladder emptied into her pants and onto the floor. As the stream faltered and stopped, Kirsten wondered who the next victim would be… but only for a moment, before realizing suddenly that it would be her. “NO!” She cried, rushing for the door and yanking on it again and again. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!” She stopped pulling at the door and turned to address the empty air, hoping Jodie could see her. “Jodie, listen…” she pleaded. “I know we were jerks and we made you wet yourself, but please don’t m-” Kirsten’s plea was interrupted as an invisible force drove into her bladder. She nearly doubled over before falling to her knees on the floor. She fought against it for a moment, but the force pushed harder and harder, urging her to let go until, finally, she couldn’t resist. Even as she battled against her bladder, she felt her control slip. She lost control in spurts at first, struggling to regain control even as pee escaped her, but after a few seconds of increasing pressure, she could no longer stop it. The spurts became a constant dribble, then a stream, then a river, then a firehose, spraying out of her and wetting her pants to the knee, before dripping down onto the floor below her. Kirsten could do nothing to fight it. As the flow finally subsided and Jodie’s attack returned its focus to the room around her, all Kirsten could do was sit there. As blush crept across her face and urine soaked further into her pants, all she could think about was whether she really should have been so mean to Jodie. While the party exploded into chaos all around her, Kirsten felt sorry. ... Was that any good? I don't know, but I hope you all enjoyed it! I should be finished with a Bioshock: Infinite story sometime in the next week, so feel free to subscribe or something if you want to keep an eye out for that. If you liked the original story or this chapter, you're welcome to leave a comment, or, if you hated them both, I appreciate constructive criticism too! Thanks for reading!
  5. The Party

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  6. The Party

    It should be on it's way in the next week! Thanks for the support!
  7. The Party

    Thank you! I plan on posting another chapter soon!
  8. The Party

    "Hey, look at that! Nineteen isn't dead after all." Yes, I know it took a while to finish, but this story is finally finished. I love Beyond: Two Souls and, when I got a request to do a story about it, I was thrilled. So, after several weeks, here it is. Just as long-winded as usual, but I hope you'll read it to the end and enjoy it! ... “Listen, I’m not sure I should go.” “Jodie, you’ve been begging me for weeks. You’re not going to back out now?!” Jodie and Nathan were parked outside the house of one of the workers in Unit 4. Her daughter was celebrating her birthday and Jodie had been dying to come. Now, though… well, she was having second thoughts. “I don’t know anybody there. They might all hate me, and… this dress… this dress is awful.” Nathan gave her a patient look. “Don’t panic. Just take a deep breath. It’s only a birthday party. I’m sure everybody will like you.” Jodie looked at him doubtfully. “You’ll have some fun, meet some new friends.” Jodie climbed hesitantly from the car, then turned back towards Nathan, looking at him anxiously through the open window. “Oh! Don’t forget your present!” Nathan handed her a gift. “It’s a book of poetry by Poe. Fifty years old and very rare- I’m sure she’ll like it.” Jodie looked at the book in her hands and back at Nathan. “Don’t worry,” he reassured her. “It’s going to be fine. I’ll pick you up at 5.” And, with that, he drove away. Jodie turned to look at the house, butterflies fluttering at the walls of her stomach. Even with Nathan’s assurances, her fears were still running rampant as worst case scenarios filled her mind. Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by a soft pang in her bladder. She groaned quietly. Her all this excitement had triggered her nervous bladder. She would have to remember to empty that soon. The house was only a few yards away, but the walk to the front door seemed like an eternity. At last, Jodie reached it, taking a deep breath before pressing the doorbell button. After a few seconds, the door was answered by the birthday girl’s mother, who invited her in. The woman shouted into the next room, trying to catch the attention of her daughter. “Kirsten, you coming? I’ve gotta go!” You're not the only one... thought Jodie, shifting her feet uncomfortably. A girl slightly older than Jodie walked into the room. Jodie could only assume this was Kirsten. “Hey, Jodie right? Come on, we’re in the living room. Just some girls from school and the least dorky guys we could find.” Kirsten and her mother made some parting remarks before the older woman left and the younger girl led Jodie into the next room, where several teenagers sat, waiting for her return. Kirsten introduced Jodie to the group and complained about her mom for a moment before assigning her guests a task. “Guys, you do the shutters, girls, do the candles, and Jodie, you can take care of the music. Let’s get CRAZY!” The host left the room to get beer while the others attended their jobs. Jodie walked quickly over to the music player and bent down to look through the selection available. The motion put a slight pressure on her bladder and her body immediately began to protest. Oh no, Jodie silently chastised herself. I forgot to ask for a bathroom. She scrolled through a few more music options before the throbbing of her bladder made her stand again. “What kind of garbage is this?!” Asked a girl that Jodie hadn’t caught the name of, walking towards the music player. “Slide over.” The girl changed the music to something she described as “really popping” and left. Jodie rolled her eyes. As Jodie watched the girl leave, a sudden pang in her bladder caught her off guard. She tensed up and ground her teeth together. Even if it wasn’t enough to make her leak, it wouldn’t be long before she really needed a toilet. Maybe, thought Jodie, I can just go look for one on my own. She walked towards the door to the rest of the house, but nearly ran into Kirsten who was returning with the beer. The shock made her bladder spasm again, and she blushed softly as she backed away from the party’s host. Kirsten gave Jodie a strange look and then addressed the rest of the party guests. After getting her bladder under control, Jodie followed her back to the center of the room. “Hid it under my bed for a week!” Kirsten informed her friends. “My mom doesn’t even go into my room anymore. She’s TOTALLY oblivious…” Kirsten passed out a can to each of her friends who thanked and complimented her in turn before turning to face Jodie. “Jodie, do you want one?” Jodie hesitated for a moment. She had never had any alcohol before… but what would the others think of her if she turned it down? “Yeah, cool, sure…” Kirsten tossed her a can and she caught it against her chest. With a little effort, she popped the tab and raised it to her lips for a sip. The taste caught her by surprise and she nearly choked. “Hey, don’t choke on it!” Kirsten warned. “I bet it’s her first time,” the girl who had changed the music. “No, no… I’ve had some before,” Jodie protested. “Sure you have,” replied one of the boys. The party goers all left the table, but Jodie stayed behind, temporarily forgetting about her filling bladder. She was determined to prove to the other guests that she could handle the beverage. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before downing another gulp of the beer in her hands. The taste made her wrinkle her nose, but she had to do this. Another drink and the beer can was nearly empty. The last one finished it off. She set it gently on the table… and took another from the box. This one tasted better and only took her two long swallows to finish. By the time she set down this can, she was beginning to feel dizzy. Okay, she thought, maybe that's enough… After wandering around for a few minutes taking in the party scene, Jodie began to feel a bit sick and walked over to a chair to sit down. She’d only been sitting for a moment before a boy sat next to her- the one that hadn’t made fun of her earlier, thankfully. They sat in silence for a few seconds before the boy turned to her and began to speak. “Hi, hi, I’m Matt. Jodie, right?” Jodie nodded, smiling nervously. “I’ve never seen you at school before. You don’t take classes on the base?” “I’m… in a different program,” Jodie explained. “With my own teacher.” She paused. “It’s… kinda boring. I never get to see people my age… I suppose I’ve gotten used to it.” Matt nodded. “So you work with Kirsten’s mother?” He asked. “Yeah, we work in the same lab,” Jodie told him. “She thought it would be a good idea for me to come and spend some time with people my age, so… here I am…” “I used to live in London before I moved here two years ago…” Matt recounted. “And you? Where did you live before?” Jodie paused. “...On the base. I’ve lived there my whole life. I was born there.” Matt looked slightly ruffled by her last answer, but he moved on quickly. “Do you have any hobbies? Anything you like to do for fun?” Matt proceeded without waiting for an answer. “I surf any chance I get and I play in a band with a bunch of friends… And you? What are you into?” Jodie smiled pleasantly for a second before realizing this was her chance to speak. “Umm… well this is gonna sound REALLY boring,” Jodie answered hesitantly. “But I like to read, and… I like sports… I mean, I can’t leave the base so that sort of limits things…” Matt nodded, considering his next question. Finally, he asked her, “Is it alright if I ask you a question?” Jodie said nothing, he continued. “Why are you in Unit 4?” “I… I’d rather not talk about it…” Jodie said evasively. “Damn! I’m so stupid! I hope I haven’t upset you or anything.” “No… that’s okay.” Suddenly, the room grew much quieter. Matt looked up, then at Jodie in excitement. “Slow dance!” He exclaimed. “You up for it?” Jodie looked at him helplessly, suddenly becoming painfully aware of the fullness of her bladder. The beer, she realized, probably wasn’t doing much to help her. Matt looked at her, waiting for an answer. “Umm… yeah, sure. I’m up for it.” Jodie said reluctantly. Matt grinned and extended a hand to help Jodie from her seat. Jodie grimaced and shifted uncomfortably before taking his hand and standing up slowly, careful to keep the contents of her bladder from escaping. The boy led her out onto the makeshift dance floor and they began to dance. The first step sent a pang of desperation through Jodie’s bladder, the likes of which she had never experienced. Why does this have to happen today? Jodie gritted her teeth and took another step. Another jolt of bladder pain rocked her body, then another. Their dance continued for another few seconds, with Jodie absolutely bursting and Matt absolutely oblivious, before things began to take a turn for the worse. Jodie, completely distracted from their dance, took a step directly onto Matt’s foot. She squeaked in surprise and quickly stepped off. Matt smiled in amusement, but Jodie’s expression showed anything but. With the surprise and sudden movement, she had leaked a little. She stopped dancing for a moment, squeezing her legs together and steeling her bladder for several more minutes of agony, before returning to a slow sway to the beat of the music, her blushing face turned unremittingly towards the floor. After what seemed like an eternity, Jodie felt like the music had to be coming to an end. She looked up at Matt, only to find his face only millimeters from hers. She gasped and turned away quickly, with Matt’s kiss landing on her cheek rather than her lips. The start resulted in another pang of desperation. A few drops leaked into Jodie’s panties before she could even comprehend what was happening. Jodie gasped again, her face reddening as she pulled on of her hands from Matt’s grasp. To her dismay, though, Matt didn’t let her go. Instead, he pulled her closer. Jodie whined softly as her bladder continued to leak slowly, a few more drops escaping into her now damp underwear. Jodie writhed in Matt’s arms, trying desperately to escape his clutches as her bladder inexorably gave out. Finally, her attempts slowed to a small squirm as she focused her attempts on holding her pee, but it soon became clear that she would need her hands to squeeze in the flow and both were held by Matt. “Please let me go,” she begged softly. “Please…” Just as Jodie began to despair, Matt’s arms were wrenched away from her. She looked up to see the boy stumbling back across the room into the chair where he had introduced himself. He landed hard and went tumbling backwards, taking the chair with him. After a moment of rolling on the ground, he regained his feet and started back towards Jodie, spewing profanities and calling the rest of the party goers over to him. “This little bitch just attacked me!” He pointed at Jodie accusingly. Jodie looked at him, alarmed. “No,” she responded hurriedly. “No, no. It wasn’t me, it was…” She knew she couldn’t explain it in time and began to back away from Matt and the rest of the- now angry- party guests. Every step sent a stab of discomfort through her bladder, but she was too afraid now to notice. She took several more steps before her back hit a wall. The other teens closed in around her, insulting her and touching her- some gentle pokes, some harder hits, some shoves, all terrifying her. She begged them to stay back, but they continued to get nearer and nearer. Finally, one of them grabbed her arm. She yanked away, but someone else grabbed her other arm and then it was all over. They had her. They dragged Jodie back the way she had come into the room, towards the exit. Jodie began to hope that they may just be leading her to the exit, but when someone went ahead to open the door, it wasn’t the front they went to but a cupboard under the stairs. Upon seeing this, Jodie started to panic again, writhing and screaming and begging them to let her go. As she squirmed and shouted, a thin stream of urine escaped her aching bladder, but she couldn’t care less. She was completely distracted. The party guests forced her down the hall and into the cupboard, laughing at her and mocking her fear. After being shoved in, Jodie fell to her knees and began to cry, moaning and whimpering as the stream from her bladder growing rapidly. Liquid leaked from the corners of her eyes and down her nose, as well as from her lower lips, further soaking her already sodden panties. All she could do was wait for the stream to subside, but as she sat, crying and whining, all it did was grow larger and faster. After a moment, she looked up to see if the other guests had locked her in. Too her horror and mortification, the door was still wide open. Matt had turned away in disgust, but the rest of the party goers were staring in fascination and amusement. Jodie turned bright red and begged them softly to stop looking at her. When none of them followed her request, she turned her eyes away and began to attempt to cover herself up. In the end, it was all she could do to hide the mess with her hands, and so she sat, peeing into her panties and her dress and her hands, waiting for the humiliation to end. When it was finally over, the river began to shrink back to a stream, then a dribble, then a few drops. Jodie looked up, utterly disgraced, to see what her peers thought of the display. Kirsten was smirking, another girl openly laughing, and the last girl was biting her lip in apparent arousal. The boy in the hat looked floored. Jodie turned away again, and the movement seemed to bring the boy to his senses. He shut the door, and, after a moment, Jodie heard it lock. She was just glad for a moment alone to collect herself. She looked to the ground, where an enormous puddle had collected, before gingerly taking a seat as far from the urine as she could get in the small closet. As she attempted to collect herself, Aiden waited beside her planning his revenge. ... So there's the story. I'm not finished with this one just yet... Aiden will play into another chapter that will come shortly if I can find the time to write it. But go ahead and let me know what you thought in the comments (yes, even if it's mean) and feel free to request any stories you'd like to see. Thank you so much for your patience and for reading my story!
  9. female Shopping Mall Holding Contest

    Thank you! I've been wanting to write a dual timeline type deal for quite a while, so I'm glad you think it turned out well! Thank you! I appreciate the support! I'm glad you thought so!
  10. I wrote a story again, guys. Sorry. I was asked to do one about The Last of Us by quintex96, and so I played through the DLC, had a great time doing it, wrote the story, and posted it right here. I really hope you like it, and if you do I'll leave links to my other stories down below so you can have a look. Anyways, have at it. ... Ellie had never entertained the notion that her older, wiser companion might come to harm before she did. He was constantly protecting her, but if Joel was anything, he was competent- so much so that it seemed he could take care of himself and Ellie easily. Which, of course, he had had no trouble with up until their last encounter with bandits. While Joel had been scuffling with one of them, they had broken a railing and fallen down to the level below. The bandit had died on impact, while Joel had been a little luckier. Only a little. He had been impaled by a piece of debris and was in bad shape. That’s how he and Ellie had wound up here. When Joel had collapsed, Ellie had lead their horse, Callus, into the nearest structure- a long-abandoned shopping mall. Full of infected, it had been a deathtrap… but also her only option. Naturally, Joel was her first priority, but a close second was her growing need for a toilet. She had been too distracted with leading her injured friend past the remaining bandits to notice it at first, but now that they were out of harm’s way (for the most part), she could feel her bladder filling up. Her nerves weren’t helping much, either. As soon as she had closed the shutters of the store they had holed up in and locked them, she bent slightly at the knees, trying to find a position that would relieve the pressure in her bladder. Much to her annoyance, the pain in her abdomen seemed to be beyond relief. She huffed irritably and began to head on her way. As much as she would have liked to stop and empty her bladder there, the mall was full of infected and she could be attacked at any moment. No, her bladder would have to wait. Maybe once she had patched Joel up, she could find somewhere safe to pee. She only had to take another few steps before a solution revealed itself. Huh, Ellie thought happily. This might be easier than I thought. Walking slowly over to the pharmacy- for slow movement was all she could manage without putting unnecessary strain on her bladder- she smiled happily at her luck. The mall, however, did bring back some unpleasant memories. She did her best to shake them off, but as she wandered around the empty pharmacy looking for something- anything- that could help her keep Joel alive, the memories came back little by little. … Ellie huffed quietly. Riley had woken her up too early, and she didn’t know if she was ready to forgive her just yet. After all, they’d parted on some pretty awful terms. I guess that doesn't matter now, Ellie thought as she followed Riley to her mystery destination, I already agreed to come. No reason to turn back now. They continued to walk for several minutes, occasionally dodging patrols and armed trucks, before they reached their destination- the same mall that they had gone to several times already. Ellie was none too impressed, but maybe Riley had something special planned. She decided she’d go along with it. It only took a few minutes of walking through the mall to find what Riley was after. Winston, an old soldier that the girls had both known, had recently died of a heart attack, and Riley seemed eager to go through his possessions. Ellie was… less thrilled, to say the least, but this may factor into Riley’s surprise, so she went along with it. Stepping through the flap of his tent, which was located in the middle of the mall, Ellie could see the makings of a fairly decent life. She walked over to the nightstand and began to look at a picture of a younger Winston along with a few other people. “Winston looks so much younger in this picture,” Ellie commented. Riley didn’t respond. When Ellie turned to look at her, Riley grinned. In each of her hands was a huge bottle of some sort of alcohol. Ellie couldn’t make out the labels as Riley danced around happily. “Jackpot!” She exclaimed. Ellie was confused for a moment, until she realized what the alcohol was for. A smile began to emerge on her face as well. … Ellie shook her head. Now was no time to be reminiscing about the past. This was important and she needed to focus on the present. She continued to search around the pharmacy, but she couldn’t find anything. She wiggled her hips back and forth as her bladder reminded her of her situation. She needed to find something to patch Joel up, and if she could do it before she wet herself, that would be ideal. She rolled her eyes as she considered the absurdity of that statement. If it really got that bad, she could just squat somewhere. It isn’t as though anyone was around. She squirmed again as her bladder complained once more. She had been searching around here for too long. She gave the room one last look before turning to leave. It was only when she started for the door that she noticed a back room she hadn’t checked yet. She perked up and, when she looked through the window, she nearly jumped for joy (her bladder kept her grounded, though). There was a huge first-aid kit on the other side of the door. There has to be something I can use to fix Joel up in there! She only hesitated for a moment before twisting the knob... except the knob didn't twist. Locked! Damn it, Ellie thought. How am I supposed to get in there? She scowled, then turned back to the pharmacy. After a few minutes of searching around the shop and finding nothing, her occasional fidget had turned into a nearly constant wiggle in her hips. Although she didn't want to admit it, she was starting to get desperate. She ground her teeth together and spun in a slow circle, then groaned. There has to be a key somewhere... her expression turned from one of annoyance to one of worry as she thought of how much blood Joel had been losing when she left. Finally, her temper got the better of her and drew her foot back, kicking a nearby bottle with all her might. The effort made her bladder go into overdrive for a moment, and she had to grab herself to keep from leaking. She groaned again, standing up as straight as she could, then walking slowly over to where the bottle had come to a stop. The counter. Why hadn't she thought to check the counter before? She slapped herself in the forehead before walking slowly around the table. Sure enough, there it was. A piece of paper, seemingly glowing among all the rubble in the room. She bent slowly to pick it up, but her bladder still felt the effort. She moaned softly as she grabbed herself to complete the maneuver. She stood back up much quicker, the strain of bending over causing even more stress on her ever-filling bladder. The rapid motion, however, startled her bladder as well, and she lost control for a moment. She gasped as she felt a few tiny drips of pee leak into her panties. She needed to find a way to patch Joel up, and soon. ... Ellie's first drink of the vodka had been the cause of much laughter in her friend. The flavor had been completely unbearable and she had spit it out almost instantly. Riley was still giggling as they set out to find something to cut it with. The mall was a good place to find lots of things, but, surprisingly, non-alcoholic beverages weren't one of them. Ellie was beginning to despair when they finally find something that fit the bill. "Aha!" Riley said as she produced an enormous bottle of some kind of soda. The label said that it was lemon-lime, but Ellie had a difficult time figuring out the rest of it; the bottle was almost completely wrapper free. "Will this do it?" Ellie asked hesitantly. "I mean... that stuff is pretty gross." "This'll work," Riley responded confidently. "Or, at least, I'm pretty sure it will." Riley found a flat surface they could use nearby and began to carefully mix the two drinks in cups they had found during the search. "Let's hope this was worth the hastle," Riley said quietly as she mixed the drinks. "It will be!" Ellie responded, looking at the drinks intently. "I know it will be!" She had wanted to do this for a long time, and Riley seemd like the perfect person to do it with. Nobody would judge her less than Riley. "Alright," Riley said, handing one of the glasses. "Here goes nothing." The two girls looked directly at each other as Riley counted down, then downed their drinks. The taste was still rather disgusting, but Ellie could stomach it now... even more so, since she was so excited to do this. "Okay," Riley spoke up, her expression making it clear that she thought the drink was still disgusting. "The next round of drinks will come in about ten minutes. Until then... well, you know what to do." The two girls smiled at each other. The holding contest Ellie had always wanted was about to begin. ... Ellie had let herself be distracted again. She frowned at the damp feeling in her panties and again as she thought about the time she had spent away from Joel. The paper had said something about a doctor in the next room over, and, sure enough, here he was, right in front of her. He was not, however, a living doctor, and, as a result, the only way he could benefit her was the key in one of his pockets. She said a quiet prayer as she bent over (grabbing herself tightly to avoid another leak), hoping desperately that he wouldn't attack her. It only took a few seconds to find the key, but to Ellie it seemed like an eternity. With the ocean of pee pushing harder and harder against her bladder and the threat of the doctor attacking her constantly present, her heart began to hammer in her chest. She squeezed herself harder, but her bladder seemed to be actively fighting her. She ground her teeth together and shifted on the spot, driving her heel into her bladder, but, despite her best efforts, a small spurt of pee shot out of her, wetting her panties further. Ellie gasped, then moaned as the warm wetness caused another squirt, then another. When she finally got it under control, she could see a wet spot on her pants. She swallowed hard, and then felt the doctor's pockets more carefully, this time finding the key. She reached carefully in and pulled it out, before backing away slowly. She was nearly out of the corpse's reach when it moved suddenly, it's arm reaching to grab her. She sucked her breath in and fell backwards, before realizing that it was only the removal of the key that had caused the corpse to move... and that she had released a huge squirt of pee into her panties and pants. She cursed quietly and stood back up. The wet spot was very noticeable now. Ellie contemplated pulling her pants down and peeing right there, but decided against it. She had wasted enough time here, and Joel needed her. She steeled her body for the walk back to the pharmacy, before waddling stiff-legged to the back room where the medkit was. She gave herself a squeeze before jamming the key into the lock and turning it. The door swung open with a creak and Ellie walked as quickly as she dared to the first-aid kit in the center of the room. She bent over, ignoring her bladder's protests, and swung open the lid. To her horror, she discovered the kit... completely empty. ... The holding contest had been going for quite a while. Ellie hardly expected it to last this long. With the amount of liquid they had taken in (Riley had been secretly adding more and more soda and removing more and more vodka) and the alcohol to expediate the process, three rounds of drinks had come and gone, and Ellie was at her limit. She was bent over the counter, one leg crossed in front of the other and her bladder begging her for release. She could hardly contain herself. She was at her bursting point. Riley looked nearly as bad. Legs pressed together with both her hands jammed into her crotch and only her leaning on the counter keeping her from falling over. Both girls were at their limits, but the next round of drinks was coming up. Ellie downed hers reluctantly, hardly noticing the taste of the alcohol as the sickly sweet flat soda filled her mouth. Her bladder screamed for release, but she was determined to beat Riley. She knew that she could only hold it for so long, but "so long" needed to be longer than her friend. She didn't know why, but she needed to win this. Almost as much as she needed to pee. "Oooooooh Godddd..." Ellie whimpered under her breath. Riley looked at her with faux sympathy. "What's wrong?" She asked, a tone of amusement creeping into her voice. "Does Ellie need a peeeeeeeee-eeek!" Riley's teasing was interrupted by a huge wave of desperation, and Ellie watched in amazement as she bent at the knees, dropping low, eyes closed tight, jaw clenched. Is she going to wet herself? Ellie was strangely excited; not only that she would finally get to pee, but that she would get to see Riley wet herself. This feeling was somewhat new to her, but she decided that what she was feeling was the least of her worries right now. She just needed to hold on a little bit longer. Ellie's moment of triumph was suddenly interrupted, however, as Riley's quiet whining disappeared and she stood up. A wet spot was visible on her pants, but it could hardly be called a full accident. Ellie wasn't out of the woods yet. ... Ellie couldn't believe she was doing this. She had seen a crashed medical helicopter from the back room of the pharmacy, and now she was standing just beneath it. She wasn't even sure that there would be a first-aid kit in there, let alone that it would have everything she needed, and, if she climbed in, she would be risking her life; that helicopter could fall at any moment. Her thoughts were interrupted as a huge wave of desperation washed over her. Bending over, squeezing herself and jamming her legs together still couldn't prevent a large squirt and she knew she didn't have much time left. She walked slowly toward the helicopter, her hands still jammed into her crotch- any attempt to remove them now could result in a mess- and prepared herself to climb. She would only need to jump and then pull herself up, but even that could result in a huge spray at best and a full wetting at worst. It doesn't matter, she reminded herself. I need this to save Joel. I'm not in the quarantine zone anymore. Nobody's around to care if I wet myself. She braced herself for a moment, and then jumped, grabbing the lowest point of the open door of the helicopter. Sure enough, a huge spurt sprayed down her pant leg, but she kept going. Heaving herself up caused another jet of pee to escape her, but it was fine. She was in the helicopter. To her amazement, there was a kit of medical supplies not two feet in front of her. She moved to it on her hands and knees, ignoring the slow dribble that continued to escape her. Throwing open the lid, she found it full of bandages and sutures and everything she could need to have the best chance of saving Joel. She sat back, hugging the med-kit to her chest with one arm and using the other to stem the flow of urine escaping from her. "I'm never letting you go." ... Ellie's control was slipping. After her last round of drinks, her bladder had begun to give out. Now, after only a few moments, she was losing total control of her bladder. No matter what she tried- grabbing herself, bending over, hopping up and down, crossing her legs, wiggling her butt- nothing helped. She looked at Riley helplessly, but Riley's own struggle seemed to have stopped completely, and now her grin grew in proportion to Ellie's own wet spot. Ellie moaned quietly and fell to her knees. ... Ellie's eyes opened suddenly as the helicopter jolted forward. "Oh, no," she mumbled, grabbing onto a nearby seat and trying to stand up. Another jolt knocked her back to the ground, some pee escaping from her and spreading across her bottom. Oh God, Ellie thought. This could be bad. All she could do now was try to get herself out before the helicopter hit the ground and keep her pants dry. ... She could hardly control herself at all, now. Riley was most definitely enjoying the display, but Ellie had closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands. She had lost the holding contest, she knew, so the most she could do was was try to keep from being embarrassed to the best of her abilities. The holding contest had been her idea, and she still managed to lose. Her face burned bright red even as a wet spot darkened her pants. ... Another jolt of the helicopter brought Ellie back to the present. Her heart was racing. If this helicopter falls all the way to the ground, the infected will have an easy time getting at me. The thought terrified her. All the more reason to get out of it now. She tried to stand up again, but another jolt knocked her to the ground. This time, her bladder did more than just squirt. Even as she struggled to regain her feet, her bladder gave out more and more. She sat down and grabbed onto the nearest stationary object, trying her best to pretend like she wasn't completely wetting herself. ... Ellie was totally soaked now. Riley had already gone off to relieve herself somewhere that wasn't her pants, so now all Ellie could do was clean up to the best of her ability. She stood, her face red and her blush only increasing as she felt even more warm pee drip down her legs. She had lost the holding competition, lost her dignity, and, more importantly, lost her favorite pair of pants. She closed her eyes and did her best to enjoy the wet feeling as much as she could. ... Ellie opened her eyes. The helicopter hadn't budged at all for the entire time that she had spent emptying her bladder. She blushed and stood up. Looking out, she could see that the wreckage hadn't fallen more than ten feet. She hopped nimbly out, doing her best to ignore the chill she felt as the cold air hit her warm, wet pants. She still had the first-aid kit and she could still save Joel. She just needed to get back to him first. She hoped it wasn't too late. ... If you're reading this, you made it all the way through my story. Thank you! If you enjoyed it, feel free to let me know, and, if you didn't, also tell me (like, I'm sure you all know the rule about "if you don't have anything nice to say..." but I really would like to know what I'm doing wrong). As promised, I'll leave the links to other stories down below and thanks again for reading. This one is Dishonored 2! This one is the sequel! This one is Uncharted 2! And this one is my very own real life experience!
  11. female The Gates of Shambhala

    I don't think I've ever heard that song, but I might give it a listen. I know, right? I thought Lazarević was brilliant. Malevolent, but without losing all personality. He also has a respect for Nate's abilities, which is cool.
  12. female The Gates of Shambhala

    You're very welcome! I had a blast writing it!
  13. Planned wetting and spontaneous adventure!

    I'm afraid I don't have anything to suggest... but this story was fantastic! I highly enjoyed reading it! I don't think that it has any reason to be moved to another part of the forum. Wetting Experiences suits it just fine. I also don't think the broken zipper takes away from the story at all; in fact, I believe that it enhanced the story quite a lot. Thank you for sharing!
  14. Desperate In The Clockwork Mansion

    Well, I actually just posted one about Elena and Chloe from Uncharted 2 for a request, but just for myself, I was toying with the idea of writing a Bioshock: Infinite one about Elizabeth or maybe Borderlands 1 or 2... or both. If you'd like to make a request, though, I'd be happy to give it a shot.