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  1. Foreword- This is a To Aru Majutsu No Index/A Certain Magical Index fanfiction, though it mostly uses my own original characters and is merely set in the same universe. If you are not familiar with the series, you may still enjoy this story, but you need to know some context first. If you already know about the To Aru universe, feel free to skip to the story (indicated by centered title and non-italic text. - Academy City is the name of the main setting of the To Aru universe. It's a giant city of schools with a population of mostly students and teachers, with technology said to be 20 years ahead of the rest of the world. - Espers are students with supernatural abilities created and developed by scientists. They are typically rated in levels from 0 to 5, with Level 0 meaning you have no power and Level 5 being the strongest and most rare. There are only 7 Level 5 Espers in Academy City. - Judgement is a city-wide "disciplinary committee" made up of students that perform community service and serve as something of a police force. Having a useful (or any) Esper ability is not a requirement to get in, but Junichi, when he brings it up, simply means he personally feels too weak to be a member of Judgement without a useful ability. - The 11th Dimension is simply canonical technobabble to explain how teleportation is supposed to work. I'm not a theoretical physicist, so I can't tell you how accurate or inaccurate it actually is. Now, without further ado, let's get to the story. とある科学のお漏らし話 To Aru Kagaku No Omorashi Hanashi A Certain Scientific Omorashi Story Ch. 1 Yoshida Junichi could say with quite a lot of certainty that he was probably the weakest Level 3 in the history of Academy City. Normally being a teleportation-type Esper was supposed to be special and useful, and indeed if he had been a teleportation Esper in the traditional sense, he might have actually been able to join Judgment like he had always wanted to. But as it stood now, he was weak and useless and his stupid teleportation ability had to be do useless that he almost wished he was a Level 0. At least then he could legitimately get away with never revealing his power. Wet Point. Most unconventional teleportation abilities were affixed with the suffix “Point”. This was to make finding these unconventional teleportation Espers in the database and fast and simple process. Of course, Yoshida Junichi, due to sheer bad luck in the super power lottery, had drawn what was the most specifically restrictive teleportation ability the power development lab at his school had ever heard of. He could move water, either from any container or from the air itself (provided the surrounding air was damp enough) into the bladders of females. It inexplicably only worked on females, and even more inexplicably, he couldn’t move the water anywhere else. It HAD to be in a female’s bladder. The very existence of Wet Point had baffled his school’s power development team that when it had first emerged when he was in middle school, he had gone through an uncountable number of tests just to see if the reasons for his power’s restrictions could even be ascertained, let alone the restrictions themselves lifted. When he was younger, the power had served him nothing but embarrassment, and he hid it as much as possible. At that point, he rarely ever used them by choice. Instead, it had been his inability to fully control his powers that had let to the discomfort and embarrassment of many female teachers, scientists, and fellow peers. Even now, he found using his powers to be a rather innocuous and pointless endeavor. He couldn’t say that he hadn’t grown somewhat fond of the sight of a woman or fellow classmate squirming from a full bladder, but he disliked the idea of using his powers in class, and outside of school it was rare that he’d be able to find a target who wasn’t in the position to use the toilets at any time anyway. In other words, even though he was starting to become something of an omorashi fetishist, his power was, at most, a rare novelty device that could only be used under specific circumstances. Even now, as he sat in his desk, listening to the same old lecture about “Personal Reality” and the like, He found himself unable to bring himself to use it on any of his classmates. Well, the only one I’d find cute enough to use it on anyway would be Kaede-san… Just as he thought this, however, he felt his mind almost instinctively making the appropriate calculations in the 11th dimension and almost move the water in the humid classroom air into the unsuspecting girl’s bladder. Shit. He managed to stop himself before it reached her, but now that he had transported the water into the 11th dimension, he’d have to move it somewhere. His power didn’t allow him to disperse water to multiple bladders at once, and it also wouldn’t allow him to keep the water in a semi-moved state. If he didn’t pick someone quickly, the water would move into the original target bladder. “Yoshida-san, are you paying attention?” The teacher’s voice sealed her own fate. The second Junichi’s concentration moved from Kaede to his unsuspecting sensei, the water moved instantly into its new target. “Y-yes!” Junichi lied, but he could tell his teacher was only half-aware of his answer. She had a new, more immediate problem to deal with. Junichi’s teacher, Yamashiro-sensei, was a relatively young-looking and attractive teacher. She was one of those teachers with a figure that made some students, both male and female, lust after her, with large breasts and a cute, yet at the same time mature, face. Her long, black hair flowed in waves down to the small of her back, and her curvaceous figure was nice to look at. She always wore professional, business-like attire, but to many students this just gave their imaginations room to run wild. Of course, Junichi wasn’t the kind of guy who’d lust after his teacher, and her personality was just straight-laced and stiff enough that, even if she wasn’t his teacher, it would probably be enough of a turn-off to make him loose interest quickly. However, that wasn’t what Junichi was paying attention to right now. It was apparent that Yamashiro-sensei was having a hard time keeping her need discrete. “Go-good, anyway, as I was saying…” Her voice betrayed her nervousness, at least, to Junichi. He had the full context of the situation, something he couldn’t exactly say for his classmates. Still, as subtle as she was trying to keep her need now, eventually she’d have to make the decision to excuse herself from the classroom or risk flooding her dress skirt and stockings. Though, I didn’t move that much water into her bladder… Perhaps she was already holding it beforehand? Junichi, having seen experienced enough displays of desperation and wetting at the hands of his power, was particularly good at picking out if a woman had to use the toilets or not. Yet Yamashiro had not shown any signs of being uncomfortable at all before his slip-up. Still, he knew that he did not move much water before he caught himself. She must be incredibly good at disguising her needs… in which case, she must be almost at her limit by now… Her lecture continued, but soon even the less aware students began to catch on to something being wrong. Yamashiro’s legs were restless, her face was slightly flushed, and beads of sweat were starting to form on her forehead. Every twenty seconds or so, she’d pause to check her watch or otherwise get distracted and stop talking briefly. As it started growing closer to the end of the period, Junichi’s sensitive ears started picking up minute moans escaping his sensei’s mouth. She had one of her hands held stiffly in front of her, partially obscured by her desk, and she was now unable to stand up completely straight. Her heels were tapping against the floor almost frequently enough to be a constant distraction from her increasingly disoriented lecture, and he had long since stopped turning around to write on the board. Even though she’d still have to endure for five more minutes, Yamashiro was showing no signs of giving in. She had long since decided to drop any pretense she was holding onto and was now holding herself openly, albeit with her lower body hidden behind the desk. Still, her determination would only go so far. There were only two minutes left to go, but Junichi knew when a woman hit their limit. Yamashiro-sensei’s eyes grew wide as she jammed her other hand in between her legs. She doubled over until her head was resting on the desk in front of her and let out a loud, very audible moan. “Ha…. Ha…” The sounds of her heavy breathing filled the room as she tried desperately to fight back the inevitable flood. She squeezed one of her eyes closed and silently mouthed something that to Junichi looked a lot like “I can’t hold it any longer…” However, as though a new spark of determination lit the fires of her endurance, Yamashiro-sensei righted herself and bowed sheepishly. “P-please excuse me, I’m going to the toilets!” As she turned to head for the door, Junichi found himself cursing. Somewhere along the lines he had found himself really wanting to see Yamashiro-sensei wet herself in front of the class. Of course, it’s not like the situation’s entirely out of my control just yet... With a devious glint in his eyes, he gathered a small amount of water from the air, probably no more than ten milliliters, and used Wet Point to move them inside of her already bursting bladder. She had reached her limit already. There was absolutely no way she’d be able to hold even that much more. “Hhhnnnnn!” She bit her lip as a loud moan escaped and she doubled over once again. She buried both of her hands in her crotch as hard as she could and squeezed her legs together tightly, but it was no use. A short, audible hiss filled the room as a trickle of wetness escaped down Yamashiro-sensei’s legs. “AAAhhhh! No! Don’t… not here!” At this point, Yamashiro-sensei’s whole body was shaking in an attempt to prevent any more leaks, but it was highly unlikely she’d so much as be able to move from her position, let alone make it to the toilets without an accident . “Ha… ha… ha… I can’t… its coming…!” She squirmed in her place and held on for dear life, her whole body straining as she desperately fought her body’s natural desire to empty her overfilled bladder. The whole class was watching with various degrees of interest as their teacher stood there at the brink of wetting herself. Another loud, short hiss filled the room and a few drops of golden urine fell on the floor. Junichi’s power could only fill a bladder up with water, so the fact that her urine was yellow instead of a yellowish-clear color meant that she had been holding it before Junichi even used his powers. “Hnnnnn! Don’t come out!!!” Junichi had to give Yamashiro credit for holding on even at this state. She still hadn't completely lost the battle, and while from here on out it was hopeless for her, the fact that she was holding on despite knowing this was admirable. She tried righting herself to at least regain some semblance of dignity, but the second she did another loud spurt escaped her. It was a losing battle from here on out, but despite being backed into a physiological corner by her own body, it didn't look as though Yamashiro-sensei was going to give up so easily. She took a step forwards towards the door and froze stiff. She was at that point where walking was the only thing that could get her to the toilet, but would no doubt cause her to wet herself if she tried. “Ha… ha…” Still, she forged onward and took another step towards the classroom door. That was the absolute limit of her endurance. “A-aaaahhhh no! No no no! Don’t come out! Don’t come ouuuttt!!” As she pleaded in futility, a loud, constant hissing filled the room and the pungent odor of fresh urine spread throughout the room. Golden liquid streamed out between her legs and pooled at her feet. She lost all pretense and dignity in that instant and let the sheer pleasure of relief paint an almost serene look on her face as her overfull bladder emptied itself out onto the classroom floor. “Ha…. Ha….” She panted, taking two steps back before collapsing just on the edge of her own urine puddle. Suddenly, the bell rang and Yamashiro-sensei was brought back to the real world . Her face lit up bright red, and her eyes grew watery with tears as she sat in humiliation on the floor. “Oh my… I can’t believe I just… Haaaaa… don’t look at me!!” In an uncharacteristic display of childish unprofessionalism, Yamashiro-sensei buried her face in her hands and tried to hide herself with her arms. I kind of feel bad for her now, but in truth, she’s a much cuter sensei like this. Junichi shook his head. He wouldn’t start thinking impure thoughts about his sensei like that. In fact, the whole situation, sans his purposeful involvement at the end, was entirely an accident. Now that the period was over, it was lunch time, and seeing as no one was particularly interested in eating lunch in a room that smelled of urine, all of the students began filing out of the rooms slowly. Junichi was one of the last people to leave, but he tried to leave the room as casually as possible without drawing attention to himself. Man, this is why I don’t use my powers in class! Once someone starts squirming, I want to see it out to its conclusion. I’m turning into a damn pervert. At this rate, I’ll become someone entirely undesirable to Kaede-san… “Eh…!” A short gasp from behind him made Junichi freeze in his tracks. He thought he recognized the sound of that gasp, but he silently prayed to the goddess of fortune to please not let it be who he thought it was. He turned around slowly, only to be met with the brown eyes, folded brown ponytail, and somewhat small frame of his classmate and crush, Inazuma Kaede. Man, I’m just being paranoid! What do I have to worry about… it’s not like… “A-ah… J-Junichi-s-san… um… I think… maybe this is a bit… erm… I think I should tell you something…” “Huh, what is it, Kaede-san?” Kaede shuffled around nervously and looked away, “Ah… sorry for invading your privacy… but… um… My Esper ability… er… I… I can read minds.” To be continued…
  2. Since I haven't seen any fortnite fanfics here yet, I decided to write one since I have been playing it non stop. If you guys have any ideas for this story on how to make it better, let me know. I'll add more characters as the story goes on. Tell me who do you guys want to see next. Characters: 1)Zoey (same name) 2)Sparkle Specialist(Sam) 3)Brite Bomber(Bea) 4)Cuddle team Leader(Cath) Introduction Squad games in near the end of the season with the next one around the corner, players are all trying to rack up kills and victory royales before the season closes. With the continuous nerf to shotguns, smgs have become a bit powerful and reliable during matches. There has also been rumors spreading around that something changed with the Shields;small, large, slurp juice and chug jugs, but it is confirmed that they still give the same amount. But it is still a mystery, what is new with the Shields. Scene 1 As the Battle bus prepares to leave spawn island, players are shooting each other, dancing and planning out thier tactics for the first part of the game. Zoey: Victory Royale number 4 here we come. So what's the plan? Bea:The bus is going from risky reels first, then tomato town, over dusty divot, factories 2.0, and finally flush factory. Let's play it safe and go to retail row once the bus is over dusty. Cath: Seriously? Retail Row? C'mon, lets go to tilted towers. Lots of noobs to send back to the lobby and a ton of loot to grab. Sam:I disagree. Remember the second game when we went tilted? You got knocked by a noob with a grey silenced smg. Your lucky Zoey was there with a SCAR. Cath:My pump was dealing only 9 damage it wasn't my fault. Plus he had full Shields. Bea:Enough! Cath it's to dangerous to go to tilted in this game. Since there is a challenge to eliminate 10 players there, I feel half the people in the game are going there, considering the fact that there are a lot of Battle pass owners here. It's decided, retail row it is. Cath:Fine. But if any of you see a SCAR it's mine. Zoey:Fine by me. I've been doing great with the FAMAS recently. Scene 2 The squad jumps out the bus once over the divot, as predicted by Bea,nearly half the players are at tilted towers right now. As the squad heads to retail, they spot another team of default skins landing with them. But being the skilled players they are, they eliminated them easily. Cath:What a bunch of noobs. They got killed by my SCAR easily. Sam:Yeah, that's because you killed them after we took most of their Shields and health away. Plus you stole that scare while I was looting. Bea:Would the both of you stop bickering. Please. Grab the weapons you need, the meds you can take and drink all the Shields you have. The next circle is near salty springs. I expect another team to come out of the divot before we get there so be ready. They all drank their small and large Shields, nothing out of the ordinary. But Zoey's shield potion looks different. It has some yellowish color mixed with blue. Zoey:Guys, does this shield look odd to you guys? Cath:Looks the same to me. Stop whining and drink up already. The storm is already on it's way. Zoey listening to what Cath said and ignoring the yellowish color, she drank her Shields as quickly as she can and followed the rest of her team. But at the bottom of the empty shield container says heavy Shields, offers more protection with side effects. As expected, two teams were fighting outside of the divot. And they took advantage and eliminated them and got their loot. Bea:Grab what you can carry, the storm is coming. Scene 3 After narrowly escaping the storm and the enemy teams, they managed to arrive at salty springs where they managed to eliminate all the players there who are weak from previous fights and those who escaped the storm. Bea: We can heal up for now. The next zone isn't that far, just south from here near fatal fields. Sam:Nice job Zoey. 6 kills already. You're getting better and better. Zoey:Thanks. I've been working on my aim for a while now all the hard work has payed off. They headed to fatal fields as the last few seconds ticked before the storm moves again. While farming for materials, Zoey started to feel something weird happening to her. Her body is telling her something is wrong but she doesn't know what. Bea:Zoey, are you good? Do you need any help or something? Zoey:No I'm fine. Just need to catch my breath. That other team got me working out. I used half of my materials in that build fight. Sam:Just be careful ok. I got a medkot and some mini Shields of you get shot or something. Cath:Heads up! Squad of 3 coming from the south. Get ready, the're a group of black knights. Be careful, these guys are good. Nearly suriving the Battle, the squad quickly heals up before the storm come near them. The final circle is located my moisty mire. Sam:2 teams left. Let's head to the zone and build a fort there. We can take them on if we got the high ground on them. Bea: then we have to move now. We can launch pad to moisty. It'll save us half the time. Plus we can see if there is another team there already. Scene 4 With being the first team to reach moisty mire, they made a fort in order to get the high ground on the opposing teams. While the squad is preparing for the remaining teams,Zoey on the other hand is distracted by the flowing water in moisty. She starts fidgeting and feeling uncomfortable in her situation. Sam:You need any help? Zoey:No I'm fine Sam. I just haven't got a kill since we left fatal fields. I almost got knocked when I charged that one knight with the shotgun. Sam:It's not your fault. You know they have been nerfing shotguns for the last couple of weeks. Just be careful okay. Bea:Here they come. A full team coming from North, a team of 3 coming from fatal fields. The team coming from fatal we're easily taken care of since most of them are noobs. The team from the north ate challenging though. A massive build fight occurred before the final circle closes. The rest of the enemy team were eliminated. It was Zoey vs a Havoc at the top of the structure. Just as she was about to finish Havoc off, she felt something in her abdomen, specifically her bladder. At that moment she froze and got knocked by havoc with a shotgun. At that moment, Zoey felt something come out if her. It was wet, and hot. More and more started to come out when havoc was hitting her with the harvesting tool. Zoey then realized that she needed to pee, and she was frozen in fear with little health remaining. Luckily Sam was able to finish Havoc of with her Heavy Shotgun. Sam:Zoey, you alright? What happened? Cath:She choked. That's what happened. Zoey:No. I felt something. Something is odd. This has never happened to me before. Cath:Admit it. You just can't handle high pressure build fights. Bea:That's enough. We can talk about this in the lobby. Zoey was trying to hide the fact the real reason she choked was because she was desperate to pee. But she was too embarrassed to talk about it, even with Sam since they were like Sisters. She then tried to think what made her feel that since it had never happened before. She the. Remembers the shield potion with the yellowish color. She realized that the shield potions can make one's bladder full. To be continued.... New chapter coming soon.
  3. Car Ride Home Gus’ eyes boggled as the automatic doors to the grocery store opened. Since they got trapped in the human realm, most of Gus’ studies of human civilisation had been limited to the Noceda house, and while he made some fascinating discoveries there, it was nothing compared to this, the giant supermarket that stood before him. “This. Is. AMAZING! There are human things EVERYWHERE!” Hunter and Willow followed behind him, not quite as excited as him, but still curious about this new location. From behind them was Camila Noceda, the current caretaker of the group, pushing an empty shopping cart. Luz, Vee, and Amity stayed behind at the Noceda house. “You three find all this that interesting, huh?” “You should've seen Luz when she came to The Boiling Isles!” Willow said jokingly. “Why don't you guys go buy something while I shop?” “Anything?” Gus asked with starry eyes. “As long as it's under five dollars.” Camila rectified. “Thank you, Ms. Noceda.” Hunter said, doing a small bow with his head. Camila looked uncomfortable. “I told you, just call me Camila.” Hunter blushed. “Right. Sorry, Camila.” “Just remember to be careful of strangers and keep your ears covered” The three teens nodded and all went off in their own directions, but they all converged in the same place, a fridge containing soda. “I wonder what this is…” Gus wondered. “It looks like the soda in The Boiling Isles, but… different?” “I think I’ll get this.” Hunter grabbed a black one with a red label. “Me too.” Willow grabbed an orange one with a similarly coloured label. Gus considered it for a moment before saying “Nah. We have soda in The Boiling Isles. I wanna get something we don't have over there.” He then walked away, looking for something else. Willow and Hunter shrugged and went to look for Camila. They found her and went to line up at checkout with her. Hunter began to feel movements in his bladder. He eyed the restroom in the back of the supermarket but decided not to use it since they were already checking out. Gus soon came back, now holding some gum. Camila explained while they were in line that you aren’t supposed to swallow it. (She knew him well enough by now to know he’d try it.) They checked out and headed out to the parking lot. As they walked to the car, Camila felt drops on her head. She looked up and felt dread as the rain started pouring down. “Quick, quick, quick! To the car!” Camila shouted, beginning to push the cart faster. They reached the car and quickly loaded everything in, before heading into the car and all letting out a big sigh. Willow sat on the left window seat, Hunter sat in the middle, and Gus sat on the right window. As Camila turned on the engine, Hunter and Willow began drinking their sodas. Camila drove out of the parking lot and groaned to see a lot of traffic ahead. “Looks like it’s gonna take a while to get home,” Camila said, half to herself. “Better get comfortable.” After a little bit, Hunter and Willow finished their soda. Hunter looked down and realised he really needed to use the bathroom. He began to wish he had used the bathroom in the supermarket. “You okay, Hunter?” Gus looked at him, seeing the uncomfortable look on his face. “Yeah!” He said, voice cracking. “I-I… um, yeah, I’m good.” “If you say so.” Gus said, looking outside the window he was sitting next to. Camila was behind a bunch of cars, and none of them were moving. She sighed. “Well, at the very least, I hope that the other three are enjoying themselves.” “I bet Luz and Amity are.” Willow said quietly with a smirk on her face. “What was that?” Camila said looking back at Willow. “Oh, um, nothing.” For some reason, Luz told the others not to mention that she was in a relationship with Amity. “ Maybe it’s because she’s from another world? ” Willow pondered to herself. As she was absorbed in her thoughts, her bladder began to send signals to her brain. She had to pee. “Uh, Camila? When will we be getting home?” Willow said, wiggling slightly as she spoke. “We’re still a long way away.” Camila turned around. “Why?” “I kinda need to use the bathroom.” She said, slightly nervously. “I- um… I need to go too.” Hunter added. “Ay, mierda,” Camila whispered under her breath. “Okay, just try to hold it till we get back, okay?” The two desperate teens nodded and went back to focusing on holding it. Hunter had a lot of experience holding his pee for long periods. During his time as The Golden Gaurd, he didn’t get any bathroom breaks during missions, leaving him desperate and running straight to a toilet when they were done. He always made it back though. So surely it wouldn’t be any different this time. Right? Willow, on the other hand, was doing better than Hunter, but not by much. The sound of rain falling on the car roof and the liquid streaming down the window were both maddening. She put her hand on her crotch and swayed from side to side. Gus looked awkwardly at them and tried to avoid eye contact with the two. “Hgnnnn…” Hunter let out, feeling a leak enter his underwear. Camila looked at him and knew what just happened. She opened the glove compartment and got out a towel. “Here, can you put this over your seat?” Camila requested, handing the towel over to Hunter. “W-what? I’m gonna be fine, I don’t need it!” Hunter blushed as he spoke. “I know, but I just want to be safe.” Hunter reluctantly took the towel and put it on his seat. “You too, Willow.” Camila passed another towel to her. Willow's face went red at the implication that she could have an accident, but she complied and put the towel over her seat. “Why do you have all those towels in the compartment, Camila?” Gus inquired. Camila chuckled. “Don’t let Luz know I told you this, but she’s had more than a few ‘incidents’ on long car drives.” Willow closed her eyes and tried to focus on holding. She didn’t need to think about Luz’s past “incidents” while she was desperate. Hunter had a similar reaction, putting his head back on the headrest. Half an hour passed, with the car seemingly barely moving. The pair’s thoughts went nowhere but holding their bladders. Hunter felt another significant surge of pressure in his bladder. It was similar to what he felt when he leaked. But this time, there was no stopping it from rushing out. “No, no, no, no!” Hunter shouted, causing everyone in the car to look at him. After a few seconds, he stopped peeing. However, it felt like it could come out at any moment. There was now a large dark stain on his blue sweatpants. He shoved his hands into his crotch as hard as he could, tears welling up in his eyes. “Hunter… It’s okay if you have an accident.” Camila said in a soothing voice. “I won’t be mad at you, okay?” Hunter half-ignored her and focused all his strength on holding it. As Willow looked over to Hunter she felt… strange. An emotion she couldn’t quite describe came over her. Hunter being on the verge of peeing himself almost looked…cute? “Knock it out, Willow! Your friend is in pain, stop having creepy thoughts about him!” She thought to herself. Hunter let out a whimper as urine began pouring out of him once again. He tried desperately to stop it, but it was no use. It re-soaked his underwear, seeping into his sweatpants and the towel. Tears began streaming down his cheeks as he humiliated himself in front of his friends. Gus started patting Hunter on the back. “Hey, it’s alright man, it happens.” Hunter wanted to say something, but words didn’t come out of his mouth. Willow wanted to comfort him but she was too focused on holding it to help. The sight of Hunter’s urine seeping into the towel was causing her bladder to send desperate signals to her brain. She felt a leak enter her panties, causing her to let out a small squeak, unbeknownst to the others. After a short while, Hunter’s stream stopped, causing him to let out a big sigh. A honk came from the car behind them, causing everyone to jump (and Willow to leak again). Camila quickly started driving again, seeing that traffic was finally beginning to move again. “I’m so sorry, Camila, I didn’t mean for this to happen.” Hunter sniffled, his face bright red. “It’s alright, I put the towels there for a reason.” Gus, on the other hand, felt his bladder beginning to fill up. He really hoped that they were going to be home soon. Willow was now rocking side to side, bouncing up and down, and just generally doing anything to prevent further leaking. At this point, she couldn’t care less what the others saw, she just wanted to hold it. Unfortunately, it didn’t do much, soon after she felt another leak, creating a dark spot on her brown pants. Her bladder practically shouted at her, threatening to release the rest. “Um…Camila?” “Hm?” Camila looked at Willow using her rearview mirror. “I don’t think I’m going to make it.” “Oh dear.” Camila looked at Willow struggling. “Do you just want to let go? I won’t be mad, I promise.” Willow nodded, began to relax her body, and tried to let go. She thought it would take a while to release, but as soon as her bladder’s contents saw an opportunity to escape, they took it. After a second, the dark spot on her pants began expanding rapidly. “Ahhhhhhh…” Willow let out a sigh and closed her eyes. She felt all her worries wash away as she let the relief wash over her. A dopey smile formed on her face. As she wet herself, the pee seeped into her towel and soaked it. It continued to flow out for the next thirty seconds or so. Slowly but surely, the stream slowed down and eventually stopped. She let out one more big sigh, opened her eyes and looked around. Suddenly her brain decided to remind her that she was not alone. She looked around at all the people in the car staring at her and blushed. “I uh… really had to go.” “It’s alright.” Camila looked away from her mirror and refocused on driving. Meanwhile, Gus was beginning to feel desperate after watching his three friends wet themselves. He squeezed his legs together and groaned. “Are you alright, man?” Hunter asked him, now slowly recovering from being shaken up by his accident. “It’s just… I need to use the bathroom too now.” Camila overheard him. “Do you need a towel?” She asked. Gus blushed and shook his head no. “I can hold it.” He said, with an unsure tone in his voice. “Well, let me know if you change your mind. We’ll be home in ten minutes.” Gus focused on holding in his bladder’s contents. He squirmed around and grabbed his crotch as hard as he could. The minutes passed and the car was nearly at the Noceda house. “Okay, Willow, you go straight to the shower when we get home, we don’t want any of the others seeing you.” Willow didn’t even think about the others and how they would react. “Hunter, just stay put in the basement and I'll let you know when Willow gets out and make sure Luz, Amity, and Vee don't see. And don't worry about the towels and groceries, leave those to me.” Hunter shyly nodded. “Uh… what about me?” Gus asked, still desperate. “Oh shoot, that's right. Alright, you can use the bathroom first, just make sure you make it quick.” The car began to pull up to the house. At last, Camila finally turned off the engine, causing Gus to run out immediately. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. “Hurry, hurry, hurry!” He shouted, potty dancing on the spot. “I’m coming, just hold on!” Camila shouted. She went up to the door and began to unlock it. As she did so, Gus felt a leak enter his underwear, causing him to dance even harder. The door opened and Gus rushed in and ran straight for the bathroom, leaking heavily all the way. As soon as he got there he barely attempted to close the door, (it being left with a small crack open) lowered his pants, and released. He let out a big sigh of relief as he felt his bladder empty. Meanwhile, Willow soon caught and fully closed the door for the sake of his dignity. However, Gus didn't notice, as his relief distracted him. Willow just wanted him to be done as soon as possible before- “Willow?” Luz’s voice rang from behind her, across the hallway. “Dang it.” Willow thought to herself. “You guys are finally back? You took a while, was there a lot of tra-” Luz looked down and saw the big wet spot on Willow’s butt. “O-oh. Um, did you… spring a leak?” Willow’s face went red and she looked down, avoiding eye contact. “Mija! Leave your friend alone and come help me with the shopping!” Camila shouted from downstairs. “Coming!” Luz shouted and ran downstairs awkwardly. Gus soon came out of the bathroom with a big sigh. “Bathrooms all yours, Willow!” Willow cleared her throat. “Thank you.” She said softly. She entered the bathroom, still looking at the ground.
  4. Hi guys! I’m here with my first omo fanfic! I’m not sure if anyone here is into Snotgirl by Brian Lee O’Malley, but I wanted to share it anyway because it’s my favorite piece of omo fiction I’ve written so far. Just a little synopsis of the characters, in case no one’s heard of it: Lottie (AKA Snottie) is a social media influencer who’s secretly a huge mess of a human being. Esther is her tragically overworked and underpaid intern. That’s about all you need to now. Without further ado, here’s the story: ••• Fashion blogger Lottie Person is, in her mind, simultaneously the most perfect and the most flawed beauty blogger of all time. With [DISCLOSED] followers on social media, Lottie is simply a must-have at any major gathering if anyone who’s anyone is going to be there. And right now, she really wished that wasn’t so. She’d been on the road for almost an hour on the way to some shmuck’s party, which totally sucked as is, but there was something more in her mind. The hem of her high-waisted pink and white pastel pinstripe shorts was digging into her protruding bladder. Lottie squirmed in her seat, trying not to make it obvious. “You okay Lottie?” Esther asked, not taking her eyes off the road. Damn it Esther, how was she so smart? “I’m fine,” Lottie smiled, “How long until we get there?” Esther tapped her fingers against the steering wheel. She hummed. “Hmm, about half an hour?” Lottie cursed this totally uncool party and the totally uncool dairy-free latte she ingested hours ago that was desperately straining to escape her totally uncool bladder. And Esther, for being so totally uncool and letting her drink HER latte, which was ALSO trying to escape Lottie’s bladder. “Why do you ask?” Esther finally looked over at Lottie, her expression mildly amused, “You gotta pee or something?” “No!” Lottie snapped for no reason in particular. She could feel her face redden, “I don’t!” “Mmkay.” Esther dropped the subject and they sat in silence for a few moments. Lottie shifted her position and was met with a throbbing pain in her abdomen. She needed release, and soon. This guy’s house was only half an hour away, Lottie reminded herself. She’d be able to pee at his place, and oh, it’d feel so good. Knowing she’d made it this long, and despite being so desperate. Lottie would rush in, say hi to the nobody that’s hosting the party, then make a beeline for his toilet. Then she’d unbutton her shorts, pull down her panties, sit on the toilet, and... Lottie pressed her thighs together. She wanted to hold herself, but Esther’s prying eyes kept her hand away from her crotch. Only half an hour. Unless, Lottie speculated, someone was in the toilet when she got there. Or this dude’s plumbing could be broken. Lottie winced at the thought of holding it a second longer than she needed to as her desperate mind ran to wildly unlikely scenarios. What if there was an earthquake and they were trapped in the car forever!? Then she’d definitely pee herself! She rested a hand on her thigh, squeezing her flesh. It wasn’t the same as holding her crotch, but it offered a small ounce of relief. “Lottie?” Esther asked suddenly. Lottie jumped. “Hnnnyeah?” Lottie tried not to sound as strained as she felt. “You sure you’re okay? I can find a place—“ “I don’t have to pee!” Lottie snapped. She hated herself for lying, but something deep within her needed to prove Esther wrong. She would die if Esther thought anything remotely poor about her. “Okay, okay,” Esther shook her head, “I get it.” Lottie felt like she was going to burst. Her bladder hurt so bad. Why was she so stupid? Why couldn’t she just tell Esther she was right? It was then that Esther drove over a pothole and jostled everything in the car. The pothole was nothing, really, but it was the last straw for Lottie’s bladder. She felt a hot jet of pee leak into her panties. Lottie’s hands darted to her crotch instinctively, realizing that at this point that Esther had definitely noticed. There was a moment of silence afterwards. Lottie squeezed her eyes shut, praying that Esther hadn’t just seen that— and also, that she could just hold it a little longer. She managed to stop the flow before there was an obvious stain on her adorable couture shorts, but she doubted she could hold off long. “Lottie—“ Esther began. “Shut up, Esther!” Lottie surprised herself. Okay, she was yelling at Esther now. Too late to back down. “I am a famous fashion blogger! I’m Lottie fucking Person! My life is glamorous. I do not get snot on my designer clothes, I’m never ugly, and I will never, ever pee myself! Stop doubting me and just understand that I don’t have to—“ “Give me a fucking break, Lottie!” Esther yelled. Lottie had never heard Esther yell before, nor had she ever cut her off like that. Lottie was at a loss for words. “Wait—“ Lottie’s voice trailed off when Esther suddenly pulled over. She swerved into the shoulder of the road and turned on her hazards. Wordlessly, she unbuckled herself and stepped onto the shoulder of the mostly empty freeway. Lottie couldn’t do anything but watch in awe. Did she just chase Esther away? She was coming back, right? Lottie wanted to run after her, but her bladder hurt too much to move. At last, Lottie forced a foot out of the car. Keeping one hand firmly between her legs, Lottie stepped onto the ground. She’d never been so desperate to pee in her life— those road trips to San Diego were nothing compared to this. Esther was a few yards down, leaned against a highway divider and facing away from Lottie. Lottie reached towards her. “Esther!” Esther didn’t turn around. Lottie shuffled forward, legs bent inwards at the knees. “Esther please, I’m sorry for yelling at you!” Lottie’s eyes widened in horror as another spurt of pee soaked her panties, this one longer and harder to stem than the last. There was a sizable stain on her high waisted pink-and-white pastel striped shorts. Lottie wanted to cry, though whether it was from despair or relief was anyone’s guess. It felt so good to let out even a little bit of urine—her body ached for more. Lottie tightened her grasp at her crotch as the leak tapered off. She felt a bead of urine roll down her leg, now an obvious stain on her shorts. Her bladder was overflowing and she has already released substantial amount of pee. She knew she didn’t have much time. “I’m sorry I was mean, Esther!” Lottie was barely holding back tears as she confessed, “I’m sorry I’ve been mean to you! You don’t deserve it, I’m just angry because my life is a mess!” Esther turned around when she said this. Lottie continued, “I’m almost in my thirties and I don’t have a real job! I get snot on everything even though I pretend to be perfect, and I’m a grown ass adult that’s about to pee herself on the highway like a dumb little kid!” Esther quirked an eyebrow. It almost looked like Esther was enjoying her pain, Lottie realized. But she didn’t have time to dwell on it. Lottie sobbed. “Oh— oh god, I can’t hold it in anymore! Esther, please don’t look!” The next spurt of pee was her undoing. Her full bladder throbbed painfully and Lottie couldn’t hold back. Pee sprayed from her shorts, gushing past her fingers that were desperately trying in vain to keep the flood inside. It formed into rivulets on her legs and puddled inside her boots. The back of her shorts were soaked, as was the crotch. She felt the warmth of the fabric against her skin and groaned loudly. Lottie threw her head back. It felt so good. She expunged herself of her negative emotions— and all that pee she’d been holding in since morning. And it just kept coming. Lottie’s stream kept going and going with no sign of stopping. The puddle inside her shoes grew, and overflowed onto the cement. When, at last, Lottie pushed the last bit out, she was left feeling very sheepish and vulnerable in front of Esther, who despite Lottie’s request, did not look away. Esther— oh god, Esther was going to leave her. What kind of decent boss cries and pees herself in front of an employee? Not to mention, she’d been so terrible to her. Fuck, Lottie was ruined without her. “I—“ Esther choked out. “Are you going to leave me?” Lottie quickly interrupted. Priorities. “Why, because you lied to me, shouted at me, burst into tears, then peed yourself in front of me?” Esther rolled her eyes, then laughed. “No, of course not.” Lottie wiped snot on her sleeve. “R-really?” “That’s just who Lottie Person is,” Esther took off her overshirt and thrust it towards Lottie. “If I didn’t like it, I would’ve left on day one. I’m sorry for storming out on you in your time of need.” Lottie opened her mouth to protest more than one of the things Esther had said, but realized it was for the best that she kept her mouth shut, for once. She took the shirt from Esther and tied it around her waist. It didn’t complete cover the complete and utter mess she’d made of her shorts, but it was better than nothing. Esther opened the passenger door for Lottie. She hesitantly settled back into her seat, unsure of where Esther was planning on taking her. “I can’t go to the party in wet shorts,” Lottie reminded Esther as she shifted into drive. “Obvi,” Esther rolled her eyes once more, “I’m taking you back home. Something tells me that, after the day you’ve had, all you want is a warm bath, some chocolate, and fresh clothes.” “Esther,” Lottie started tearing up again, “You know me so well...” “Yeah, I know. I’m basically a genius.” •••
  5. Author's Note: Takes place sometime pre-Captain America: Winter Soldier. Idk if any of you are familiar with the Hydra Trash Party subgenre but like, I guess this is technically HTP-adjacent. Comments are appreciated. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The radio buzzed. Pierce. I'm stuck in traffic, he said, voice crackling over the static airwaves. Tell the asset the rules still stand until I come back. Rumlow glanced over at the asset, who was standing quietly in one corner, slightly bent at the waist. Into the radio he said, How long's that gonna be, sir? Burst of static. Pierce must have sighed. I don't fucking know, he said. Just tell him if he pisses himself it's gonna be bad fuckin' news for him. 'And for you' went unspoken as an addendum. But Rumlow knew it's what Pierce meant. He said all right, because what the hell else was there to say. Then he disconnected the radio and walked over to the asset. The asset's eyes snapped up to his. He wasn't showing any emotion, it had been too long programmed out of him, but there was a definite desperation in every line of his body which was not normally there. He was normally at parade rest at all times when not in the field or in cryo. Normally he was very, very good at standing totally straight and still. But normally he didn't also have seven full bottles of water plus two half-pints of iced tea sitting in his bladder. Super-soldier bladder, super-soldier dose of liquid, Pierce had explained, handing the asset the bottles at the start of the mission. The asset had drained them all dutifully on the ride over, metal hand denting the plastic. When they'd arrived at the base Pierce had said he'd be gone for four hours. That the asset's secondary mission was to hold his urine until he (Pierce) had returned. This was apparently not the first time Pierce had done this shit but it was the first time he'd included Rumlow in it. Wasn't the fucking first rule of BDSM supposed to be that you didn't include other people in your own shit without their permission? But you didn't argue with Pierce, so when Pierce told Rumlow to reinforce this rule and make sure the asset's pants stayed totally dry, Rumlow just said yes, sir. Pierce handed him another bottle of water and said that if the asset leaked, Rumlow had to give him the bottle as punishment. Rumlow opened his mouth, thought better of it, said okay again, and watched Pierce get back into his car and drive off. In the four hours since Rumlow had watched the asset take down his targets swiftly and accurately; he'd watched his posture slowly start to go fucked the longer his bladder filled; and he'd watched when the asset, after a furtive thirty seconds of glancing around, reached between his legs to grip himself with his flesh hand. And now this. Rumlow was pretty sure (not positive, but pretty sure) Pierce wasn't really stuck in traffic. Likely he was sitting at home with his wife and his daughter and the housekeeper having dinner and laughing and pretending he gave a shit about his daughter's schoolwork and his wife's charities and his housekeeper's green card renewal. He was probably going to radio in in another few hours and tell Rumlow the traffic had finally eased up, when what he meant was he was just getting into his car after his wife had finally fallen asleep. It was just gone six in the evening now, and Rumlow really didn't expect to see Pierce again before midnight. He looked at the hunched, miserable form of the asset. He'd added his metal hand between his legs and both hands were twisting at the tough fabric, and his teeth were sunk into his lower lip. There was sweat beading out over his forehead. He was squirming, shifting his hips upwards in a desperate, vain attempt at getting friction. Rumlow thought if he wasn't so well-trained he'd be moaning. "Soldat," Rumlow said, and his voice came out softer than he'd expected. It made the asset wince, for some reason, and the motion made him dig his fingers in harder. Rumlow could see the fabric of his pants wrinkling up where the metal fingers were creasing it. He reached out -- projecting intent -- and when the asset did not shrink away he touched his jaw. "Where -- " the asset cleared his throat. He must have been in a bad way; Rumlow hadn't given him permission to speak. This seemed to register with him a moment later and his eyes snapped up to Rumlow's, frantic, scared, and so, so desperate. There were tears clinging to his lashes now. "I'm s- I'm sorry," he whispered, "I spoke out of turn -- " "It's all right," Rumlow said, still softly. He stroked his thumb down the asset's cheek. He wondered if the asset remembered him from before. "What do you need, soldat?" The asset's knees were bowed inwards. He was alternating between holding himself in a vice-grip and dragging his fists down his thighs. He was trying to press into Rumlow's touch but his body wouldn't stay upright. Rumlow couldn't imagine what his bladder must feel like; he could see the shape of it rounded out against his tac gear. "I want the Secretary," the asset whimpered. "He -- I need -- " Then he did moan, hands plunging between his thighs, eyes squeezing shut. He was stepping frantically from foot to foot and Rumlow was close enough to him he could hear the soft rush of liquid in his pants. Hell. "No, no, no, no, no," the asset sobbed, gripping himself, twisting his metal hand around his cock. It looked painful, almost as much as the obvious effort it was taking him to shift his weight, though shifting it was something he clearly needed, his bladder extended out as far as it was, shoving his flesh palm down his thigh again and again, teeth sunk into his lower lip, turning the skin around it a pretty rose color. "C- Commander, I -- I'm being so -- I c- I can't -- " Rumlow hoped Pierce choked on whatever the fuck fancy-ass dinner his housekeeper had cooked for him. Maybe she'd finally laced his with poison and he'd slump over his plate dead with one glassy eye turned up towards the ceiling, his tongue slithering out into his rice, vomit staining his tie. He shifted his hand down under the asset's chin, tilted his face up. The asset's eyes were squeezed shut; he was huffing out through his mouth like a frustrated animal. After a few seconds Rumlow heard another gush of liquid; he glanced down, and he saw the asset's tac gear shining where he was wetting himself. "Hey," Rumlow said, and in spite of his anger at Pierce his voice still managed to come out gentle and quiet. The asset actually looked up at him -- tears streaking down his cheeks -- and Rumlow said, "It's all right, soldat. It's okay. He's stuck in traffic; he won't be here for a long time." Panic flared across the asset's face and he began to babble again, but Rumlow slipped his thumb over his lips, and the asset went totally, totally still. (Well, except for his hips, which had not stopped rocking, but Rumlow wasn't going to count that.) "He's stuck in traffic, and I'm gonna take the fall for whatever happens, all right?" With his other hand he smoothed the asset's hair back from his face. The asset whimpered at the touch; Rumlow heard liquid pattering on the ground at his feet. "You can't hold it for that long, okay? You can't. It's okay." The asset made a broken, sobbing noise in the back of his throat. "W- What... what will... I..." "Let me worry about my own cover story," Rumlow said gently, but the asset still looked uncertain. He was clutching himself and shifting, legs double-crossed over his hand, teeth gritted; there was piss on the ground at his feet, Rumlow could see it streaked down his thighs even through the dark, heavy fabric of his pants. "I'm having an accident," the asset whispered, as his pants shone with fresh liquid. "I c- I couldn't -- it's an emergency, I -- " "I know, sweetheart." Rumlow leaned in and kissed the asset's forehead, and the asset whined. "I know, it's okay. I promise. I'm not mad. You let me deal with Pierce. You just let go now, honey. Okay?" But though Rumlow heard more liquid rushing out into the asset's pants the asset did not relax, nor did he let himself go all the way. After maybe five seconds he managed to cut the stream off. Rumlow sighed. He walked around so that he was on the asset's side, and slipped an arm around his shoulders. "I've never told anyone this," he said, very, very softly, even though they were still totally alone, just the two of them, the way Rumlow liked it best. "But I wet myself in high school once." The asset went still against him; his eyebrows furrowed over his nose. Rumlow could see where his flesh hand was still white-knuckling against his cock and he said, "I was in tenth grade. Wrestling team. My stepdad and the coach -- " He paused, scoffing, feeling his face trying to heat up. He had no idea why he was embarrassed; it was just the asset, it wasn't like the asset would ever tell anyone this, it wasn't like the asset would want to tell anyone, even if he was capable. Hell, the asset wouldn't even remember this story after this mission. But it took him a second to force the rest of it out, and in that time the asset's death grip on his own crotch was relaxing just slightly. "My stepdad had served in Vietnam with the coach," Rumlow said. "So they were both hardasses and they fuckin' hated me." The furrow deepened. "Why?" "Dunno. Just -- my stepdad was a fuckin' jackass. But anyway, the coach got me on the team and he said it was 'cause he saw potential but really he and my stepdad had this big plan to fuck me over, and during the first match of the season right before I went on the mat the coach gave me this huge fuckin' thing of water. Said I had to drink it all before the game to stay hydrated." At the word hydrated the asset moaned again. Piss ran down his legs, pooling on the ground. "I can't -- Commander, I can't stop it -- " "Shh, it's all right, honey, I told you." Rumlow kissed his temple again, reaching out to rub at his swollen bladder. He winced a little when he felt how fucking hard it was. The asset was still whining, dancing, obviously trying to cut his stream off, so Rumlow kept talking: "They put me on last, and they put me up against this guy who took for-fucking-ever to complete his rounds 'cause he wouldn't stay pinned. By the time I actually went out on the mat my bladder was fucking aching, I had to go so, so bad -- " The asset sobbed. " -- but I couldn't ask for a break, 'cause the coach had told me to drink the water and I knew he was just setting me up for humiliation, him and my stepdad were watching from the stands so I just started doing my thing, could barely do any moves, just kept having to keep my thighs real close and hoping to fuck that no one noticed how I couldn't stay upright -- " "Commander, please," the asset gasped out, and Rumlow paused, looking at the side of his face, but the asset didn't look upset (at least, not more so than he had been this whole time). He was holding himself and the fabric of his pants was completely sodden, and Rumlow leaned in, nosing at the space beneath his ear. He folded his hand over the asset's flesh one, pressing down on his cock. He murmured, "Yeah, that's right, baby. You piss for me now, it's okay," and the asset let out a shuddery gasp, more sob than relief, but more relief than he'd expressed all afternoon, and then he was pissing full-force against their joined hands and into his pants. Rumlow could feel the heat and the wetness of it splashing out onto his fingers, but he kept himself still, kept softly kissing the asset's skin, finished the story as the asset moaned and leaned harder and harder into him: "Pinned my opponent eventually. I was supposed to try and get up but he got me down on my stomach and the move was so sudden -- I wasn't paying attention, really -- I started fuckin' flooding my uniform. I tried holding it but I couldn't make it stop once it started and I just pissed myself and the mat and the guy. Everyone was so fucking mad, my stepdad hit me until I passed out when we got home, the coach kicked me off the team. Couldn't transfer schools 'cause we didn't have the money so the kids made fun of me until I fuckin' stabbed a couple of 'em behind the gym a few weeks later. Put 'em in the hospital for a while." The asset huffed out a breathy, unsteady laugh. He was still pissing; Rumlow was taking most of his weight, but he didn't mind. "I never had an accident again after that," he said, after a while. "But fuck... shit stays with you." He kissed the asset again, softly, but when he started to pull away the asset whined, shaking his head, and Rumlow stayed. He had always had a lot of trouble telling the asset no. The asset pissed for a long time. Rumlow didn't think to time it but it must have been over two minutes before the stream finally slowed to a trickle, and then a few spurts, and then he was empty. After, Rumlow stayed next to him for a while, holding him, holding his body against his, holding onto his cock, nuzzling his nose against his neck. He was rocking the asset back and forth and humming to him. The asset had gone totally limp in his arms. Eventually Rumlow coaxed the asset into taking off his soaked tac gear and putting on fresh pants. He shoved the tac gear into a bucket of soapy water while the asset wiped his thighs and his feet. Then they sat the two of them and Rumlow gave the asset a nutrition pack and stroked his hair -- the asset settling down between his legs, head on his chest, half-asleep -- until at last, close to midnight as Rumlow had predicted, Pierce showed back up. The asset tensed at the sound of his car, shrinking into himself, but Rumlow stepped smoothly in front of him as Pierce advanced, holding out one hand. "My fault, Secretary," he said, his heart giraffe-kicking in his throat. "I just loved watching how uncomfortable he was. I know you said not to give him that extra bottle but -- " Pierce's eyes flashed with irritation, but his mouth was twitching like he was amused. "You overfilled him?" he said, and Rumlow nodded. He'd made sure to empty the extra bottle beforehand in case Pierce checked, but Pierce just laughed. He reached out and stroked the asset's cheek, then slapped him a little. "You stupid slut," he said, shaking his head. Then, to Rumlow: "Well, Commander -- next time, follow my orders. This is my game. I like it played a certain way. I don't like deviations. You understand?" Rumlow nodded. He understood. The asset nodded too, and then Pierce led them both to his car. They slid together into the backseat. Pierce told the asset he had to stay awake the whole ride as punishment for fucking up the secondary mission, but Rumlow kept his hand tightly wrapped around the asset's metal one, squeezing every time his head dropped back against the seat, and letting the asset catch more than thirty seconds of sleep every time he could see Pierce was focused on the road, instead of the careful defiance going on behind him.
  6. Dakota’s Revenge (Introduction) “Emmie, today’s the day.” “Really? You have everything prepared already?” “Yep. And I’m sure you have your part of the plan ready?” “Everyone else and I will be gone all day tomorrow. You’ll have the whole dorm to yourself and those three.” “Excellent,” Dakota smiled as she finished the last bit of her essay for History class. “And just like that, I’m done with all my homework for this month and next month. And now that that’s all done, it’s time to get revenge on Courtney and her cronies.” “I’ll go make sure everyone’s still on board.” As Emmie left her dorm room, Dakota looked on at her computer, glaring at the thought of Courtney and her two cronies; Alexis and Penny. Those three made her hold in her pee for 24 hours with the threat of getting her expelled from school, all because she had copied a couple of answers from Courtney’s test. Dakota had to go to the hospital to check her bladder, but what made her even angrier was that Courtney had basically threatened to ruin her family’s life by getting her expelled. Dakota was the only member of her family to make it to college which was only because of the scholarship she worked weeks to get, and she wasn’t going to let some rich bitch who never knew a thing of how it felt to not even have enough money to afford a permanent home make her parents any more miserable. “They’re all going with me, Dakota,” Emmie said, poking her head through the door. Dakota nodded with a smile on her face before grabbing her phone and dialing up several numbers. Dakota couldn’t think of a time when she had been more excited, and she began laughing out of excitement before the person on the other side answered the phone. The Next Day… Courtney woke up from her slumber, rising into a seated position. As she emitted a yawn, Courtney’s stomach immediately began rumbling, which Courtney disregarded at first, assuming it was just because she was hungry. However, as her stomach continued grumbling, Courtney realized that it wasn’t because she was hungry; it was because she had to poop. That, along with her bladder feeling like a full water balloon, immediately woke her up and got her rocketing out of bed and to her bathroom. However, when Courtney went to open the door, she realized that the doorknob was broken, rendering it completely unusable and trapping her out of the bathroom. “What the hell!?” Courtney yelled, kicking her bathroom door in frustration before running out of her room, still in her pajamas. When she got into the hallway, Courtney saw Penny and Alexis outside as well, holding their stomachs in the same way she was. “You guys too?” Courtney asked as Penny and Alexis turned to Courtney while shaking, as holding in their productions was getting harder and harder. “Yeah! Like, I tried to go to our bathroom, but someone literally destroyed our toilet. Like…it’s in pieces right now!” Alexis yelled, letting out a guttural fart that echoed throughout the empty hallways. “And nobody else is here! It’s so weird. We tried to ask other people to use their bathrooms, but almost nobody is here,” Penny explained. Courtney couldn’t believe what she was hearing; everyone in the dorms was gone and their toilets were completely unusable. While Courtney was trying to wrap her head around this situation, she heard a toilet flush coming from down the hall. Penny and Alexis heard this too, and they saw Courtney’s roommate, Eliza, come out of someone’s dorm room. “Thanks for letting me use your bathroom, Dakota. I didn’t want to make a mess before heading out with everyone!” Eliza called out as she ran out of Dakota’s room. Courtney cringed when she heard that name, remembering Dakota as the person who cheated off her test. Luckily, in Courtney’s mind, Dakota seemed to learn her lesson after she was forced to hold her pee in for 24 hours. The three women didn’t really want to ask Dakota for help but realizing it was either that or using the carpeted floor as a toilet, the three of them rushed to Dakota’s room, keeping the door open as they barged into her room. “Oh hi girls, what can I do for you?” Dakota asked. If Courtney and her friends weren’t keeping an ocean of liquid shit and piss from spilling out of them, they would’ve been suspicious about the excess honey that was dripping from her voice. “You can let us use your bathroom!” Alexis yelled before doubling over to fight off a massive cramp. Dakota sat up from her chair, walked over to her bathroom door, and wiggled a key in front of the girls’ faces. “Hmmmm…Nah.” Dakota then locked the door to her bathroom, putting the key back in her pocket. “What do you mean ‘Nah’!?” “I mean ‘Nah’. Why would I let you three rich skanks use my bathroom?” The three girls were incredulous at the tone Dakota was taking with them. A month ago, Dakota was letting them walk all over her and do whatever they wanted to her. This could be because she wanted to make sure she stayed in college, but either way, Dakota’s attitude was shocking to them. However, it wasn’t quite shocking enough for Alexis. “Look Dakota, you better let us use that bathroom or I’ll--!” “Oh, I know the three of you can beat me up, but you won’t. “What the hell makes you think---!?” Dakota shut Alexis up by showing off several pictures in her hands. “These are pictures of the three of you using fake IDs to get into a nearby bar. Now call me crazy, but I don’t think a prestigious college like this one would really want their students to go break the law like that,” Dakota explained, causing the color on Courtney’s face to completely vanish. “What…what the hell are you getting at, Dakota?” “Do you need it spelled out for you? I’m the one who put you in this position,” Dakota confessed, causing the three girls to look at her in shock. “That’s right, I had someone I know destroy your bathrooms, I got everyone out of the dorms, and I also locked you in my room. You have nowhere to go, which means we’re playing by one of my rules,” Dakota further explained as the girls sighed in shock and fear as Penny looked up at Dakota. “So what do you have planned? You’re going to make us hold all this for 24 hours?” Penny asked, pointing at her bloated midsection as Dakota bit her lips in enjoyment. “Oh no, I have something a little more…embarrassing and fun planned for you three,” Dakota explained, moving from in front of her desk, revealing a camera on top of her computer. On her computer screen, Dakota had Twitch opened up, primed to go live. “See, a good way to make a quick buck is playing on Twitch. But as the memories of that faithful day kept playing and playing in my mind, I realized that I could use my Twitch account for my revenge. Basically, I’m going to stream your desperation and the results of your desperation live on Twitch to about…oh! 2000 followers, that’s more than I usually get,” Dakota explained. Before any of the three girls could voice their objections, Dakota then brought out a blackboard with Courtney, Alexis, and Penny’s names on them with five red tally marks underneath each one of their names. “I promised my Twitch followers something big today, and today, you guys are going to compete for the opportunity to use the toilet.” “And what if we refuse.” “I mean, you can do that, but if you do, I’ll go to the Dean and show him these pictures. And either way, you’re locked in, and Twitch will still see you guys make a mess of yourselves,” Dakota explained, taking an unprecedented amount of joy in the squirming and moaning that Courtney and her entourage were doing. “…what…what do we have to do?” Courtney asked, not being able to hold her head up. “I’m glad you asked. See, this is a scoreboard, and since you’re all pieces of shit, I docked you 5 points. You have -5 points, and if you want me to unlock the bathroom for you, you have to get positive 5 points. And to get those points, you have to answer questions about…me,” Dakota explained, pointing to herself as she turned to her streaming camera and clicked the button to go live while the rest of the girls looked on in worry since they barely knew Dakota at all. “Hey guys, as you can see, I just finished explaining the rules of our little game to these three. I’ve told you why I want to get my revenge on these three, so I want you all to give me some questions that you want me to ask them. I have a few ideas myself, but if you guys have questions as well, let me know,” Dakota said to her chat before looking at her victims from the corner of her eye, taking in more pleasure hearing the moans and seeing the squirming of her bullies. “And with that out of the way, let’s get the fun started!” Dakota exclaimed, clapping her hands together, rubbing them in anticipation as Courtney and her friends looked on in concern while they tried to maintain their hold on their bladder and bowels. Based on @Jailor Eckman 's 'Off Limits' comic. I have no idea how it's going to continue or how it's going to end, but I decided to create a scenario where Dakota finally gets some revenge against her bullies, who made her hold pee for 24 hours. And yes, they gave me their blessing to do this fanfiction. Also, comment on what questions you want Dakota to ask her bullies. I don't know if I'll get the answers to questions about Dakota right, but still sounds like something fun.
  7. | This is an old story I did a looong time ago that I wanted to post here to tide people over until I release my much longer personal piece of omorashi fiction! It isn't omo, and more feederism content, but if you're curious about what that is, it's chubbing someone up on purpose through overfeeding, this story has two female feeders and one male feeder. This story isn't sexual and rather short, but I think it's cute, enjoy! ❤️ | “Awe come on now...Someone as cute as you not eating yet? It’s already six o’ clock Chase...” Her voice was incredibly silky smooth, like I had always enjoyed, my eyes flicking down to the tank top she was wearing. It was tight, showing all of the rolls she had. Her stomach was hanging out over her sweatpants, the purple spider web of stretch marks that were over her pale skin brought a warm tinge to my cheeks as I glanced away, needing an extra second to process what she said, a smirk covering my lips as I met her eyes, hoping I played it off well. “I...haha...Well you know me, I’ll be eating soon...You know that Natasha...” My smirk faltered as her friend came in, her curves were more in the hips and chest. My eyes refused to listen to me as they lingered, my hands moving away from my laptop, pushing it to the side, the pink tinge on my cheeks growing more intense as she chuckled...she had noticed my wandering gaze. “Did I hear that right Natty? Don’t tell me that Chase hasn’t eaten anything yet...That would be such a crime...if only someone had thought to get him something to eat, something greasy...filling...” The two women looked like they were planning something for sure, their eyes locking on each other before looking at me again, sending a shiver of anticipation up my spine for whatever reason. Alana, she was dark skinned, thick, and was a little younger than Natasha though both women were a handful of years older than me. The two had been here for days now, making sure I ate on time...Why they were so interested I had no idea. “Pfft guys...what’s gotten into the two of you? Is there something you’re not telling me?” I could already tell there was, their soft giggles making me smile in a way I couldn’t wipe off my face, the two women were leaning on each other, my eyes wanting to wander again...Glancing over the silky soft dark thighs of Alana, those shorts of hers clinging to those curves of hers… “We would tell you if you can stay focused, too much skin for you Chase?” Natty giggled, her red hair being brushed back over her shoulder as she stepped forward, one hand behind her back as she sauntered forward, her hips looked oh so good in those shorts. Natty came closer to the bed, even the frame creaking underneath her as she slid to sit in front of me, her chubby thighs seeming even bigger as she put between us a large bag of food. “I-I uhm, Natty, Alana?” My eyes were on the bag of food as I sat up, next to Natasha I was a stick, her hand moving to touch my arm, her eyes were very soft as they looked me up and down...That sent a shiver up my spine, keeping me from getting up fully as my eyes met hers. “There’s no need to get up hun, We just want to eat with you that’s all...” Alana came closer, moving to slide into the bed behind me, I was surrounded and the door was closed. “This seems...way too planned to be just eating with me...wh-what’s going on?” The blush on my cheeks had turned into a blazing fire, no doubt my cheeks and the bridge of my nose was a blaze of heat. Alana was also holding a bag, from another fast food place near here, making me gently sit back fully on the bed, the two women surrounded me, their legs forming a soft prison across my lap and against my back. “Nothing silly...You wouldn’t wanna send us away though, a sweet guy like you?” The bag crinkled as Alana leaned forward, her voice more than gentle, her soft chest pressing into my arm, the softness of it making my brain go blank blinking a bit, I couldn’t remember what I was going to say with the softness against me. Not to have all the attention on just one woman, Natty leaned forward, her fingers trailing across my jaw, making me turn my head to her she purred, the smirk on her face making whatever loose thoughts I had in my head run screaming for cover, the only thing that came out of my mouth was a breathy noise, as the two women shared a triumphant look, they knew they had me wrapped around their cute chubby fingers. Natasha slid her other hand into the brown paper bag that sat between those thighs of hers, bringing it back out a shiny wrapped package was between her chubby fingers, my eyes couldn’t be ripped away from her hands as she peeled back the foil. The sudden smell of food, greasy and fattening hit my nose and before I could even make a thought my stomach reacted, a loud ‘bbbbggrgrgrgg’ sounding as my stomach rumbled, jiggling just a bit. “There’s a good boy now, hungry aren’t you?” Despite myself, I nodded, eyes on the food, flicking up to meet her soft green ones, before she offered it to me. “Go ahead Chase, no need to be so shy...you can make a mess if you want~” Alana’s voice was in my ear, sending a soft push of her breath against my neck when she spoke, another shiver traveling down my spine. Their soft bodies pressing against me, I shifted my hips trying to stop myself from getting excited as I leaned forward. As I took a bite, I couldn’t help but take another, and another, filling up my mouth with the amazing taste of fast food and grease, a sound came from me, and I could tell they liked that. Alana’s hand was lingering on my ribs before it moved down to lift my shirt, exposing my stomach to the air, as I came up to breathe. “A-Alana...My stomach...I...” She gently shushed me, those soft lips pressing into the back of my neck she purred, her voice like silk as Natasha undid more of the burrito’s wrapper for me. “Shh baby, we’re just taking care of you, after all, we can’t let someone so cute go without eating now can we Natty?” The other woman nodded, as she pressed the steaming food closer to my face. It was more than halfway gone, I realized, my face flushing even more if that was possible my face already felt like it was burning from the touches of the women. “No we can’t~ What kind of feeders would we be?” I made a soft noise as Alana’s and gently squeezed my pudge, the feeling of her warm soft hand on my belly making it impossible to hide the boner I was trying to keep under wraps. I couldn’t keep the hunger down though, the minute the food was offered my face was buried in it, getting a little on my cheeks as the rest of the burrito was demolished, both women purring at how good I was being, their praise making me eager to earn more. “What a good boy~! So well behaved for us, Let’s get you some more shouldn’t we?” My belly already felt so much bigger then just one burrito should have made it, but it felt so good I didn’t care. Natasha’s hand replaced Alana’s, her hand just as soft, if not more so, I could feel her hand under my chin bringing my face to hers, she pressed a soft kiss to my cheekbone, a noise drawing itself from my chest. Then I felt the soft paper of a napkin pressed to my lips, taking away the mess I had made of myself before a burger was unwrapped in the palm of Alana’s hands...They were...sharing me? Taking turns with me? The burger smelled amazing, the spiced meat, pickles, ketchup...My stomach made a whale call, begging to have the food put into his mouth. Alana moved the unwrapped burger up to my lips, and I could feel myself drooling, my stomach nowhere near satisfied. I leaned forward eagerly, Alana chuckling as she gently pressed the food to my lips. “Barely even any bites and your tummy is already getting bigger...How big can you get Chase~?” Natty chuckled, her fingertips gently pressing into my pudge, the warmth of it made my stomach growl, a small whine coming from the bottom of my throat as I smelled the fries that were in the bag. Alana chuckled, pressing the food closer as Natty squeezed my ever-growing pudge. Before I even knew what was happening the burger wrapper in Alana’s hand was empty, dropped to the ground as she pulled out a carton of fries. Natty’s other hand that wasn’t caressing every single curve and stretch marks of my stomach, moved to pick up from inside the brown paper bag a thick milkshake with a covered lid though my stomach felt like it could hardly take anymore. The milkshake smelled just like a meal replacement shake, chock full of calories it would have been heavy to drink just on it’s own but with all this food? My stomach gurgled, protesting or begging for more. I wasn’t even sure anymore what it wanted more, the overhang of my gut, over my sweatpants, was sticking out so much farther than it had before as Natty put the straw past my lips. “Awe look at that~! Only halfway through and your stomach already is hanging down, how hungry were you baby?” Alana’s voice whispered in my ear, and I swear I almost died at the feeling of the two women pressing close. Sucking down the milkshake I could almost feel the way it pressed against my stomach, expanding in the hand of the woman. Her hand gently rubbed around my skin again as the milkshake disappeared, before I finally had to come up for air, panting softly, I groaned, my stomach felt so heavy...so full I seriously doubted I could eat anymore. Natasha wrapped her arms around me, her soft rolls pressing into me as my stomach sat on my thighs. I swear I could hear the praise dripping off of every word she spoke. “Chase you’re doing amazing, how does it feel being so full for me and Alana...I bet you love it don’t you? Feeling all chubby and cute, with a cute lil’ messy face~” After Natty spoke, she gave me a gentle squeeze, my stomach gurgling from the sheer volume of food being shifted in my stomach as a sound of pleasure escaped my lips. “Awe do you hear that Natasha~? He loves the way it feels in his belly, what a good little eater, I love a boy that can pack it away~” Alana chuckled, her fingers wanting a turn, she pressed them under my shirt, squeezing my belly and making it gurgle with the pressure. I felt the pressure rise up in my belly, before a belch left my lips both women giggling softly as they pressed closer, the smile on their faces making the blush come back from where it had previously been forgotten. “Oooh we should do this for you more often, what a cute lil piggy~” Natashsa moved her hand up, brushing it through my loosely curled dark hair, making me melt back into her hand as the warm feeling of overeating washed over me in waves, covering me in comfort. My pants were barely managing to stay together at the seams, my stomach was muffin topping over the waistband, it didn’t help that my boner wouldn’t be calmed these two women hanging off of me, as Alana moved to unwrap another burger, the smell of it making my stomach rumble. I didn’t think I could take eating a single other bite, but I opened my mouth taking the burger and swallowing the bites, my stomach gurgling in pleasure at the filling taste of it.
  8. My name is Feather and I am a freelance writer. I am best at fiction, specifically romantic and NSFW fiction about specialized kinks, as well as romantic stories that make everyone in their realm of desires enjoy themselves! I am incredibly open minded when it comes to kinks, with only two major exceptions listed below. I also have experience writing many kinks, the main ones being Omorashi, Scat, Foot Fetish, as well as Micro/Macro. I also ghostwrite, with no additional charge incurred, so if you’re looking to publish a book in your name but don’t have the time come to me and I’ll help you out! Self insert fiction with pop culture icons, NSFW with anything you want, or simple romance for people not interested in sex! Nothing is held back, and I want to write for you! Please ask me for the link to my Archive of Our Own if you'd like examples, that is where I post every commission that I am given permission to post. [Pricing] - 2 cents per word, this means that 1,000 words is 20$. (Right now I have a minimum requirement of at least 35$ spent, I apologize if this causes inconvenience.) - Revisions, extras cost an additional 15$ [What to Expect] - When you order I work out a rough outline based on information you give me, I can send in the outline to be checked. - After the outline I turn it into a rough draft, which I can send to you to be checked. (Please note that you get one free revision, if you do not communicate what you want for the first re-write if anything is wrong, that is not my fault.) - After the rough draft is a final draft, which can be sent to you as a PDF, a word document, or both. [Timeline] - Rush Orders are available and it is double the price to get it in a day or less. - It’s very hard to pin down writing into a timeline, but we can hash it out privately very easily. [Exceptions to What I Will Write] - Non-Consensual sexual actions are under no circumstances accepted. - Underage people participating in sexual acts will not be done. [Contact Me] Email: [email protected] Discord: Harpy#9737
  9. A loud horn blared inside the walls of Fire Force Company 8’s headquarters. Maki Oze’s Head snapped up, as she was women from a paperwork induced trance. The monotony of the boring office work was in stark contrast to the high risk aspect of being a fire soldier. Killing Infernals. The smoldering, once human creatures were one of the biggest threats to the Tokyo Empire, and it was the job of the Fire Force to make sure they were kept in check. Maki hurried to get her gear, including the standard fire resistant jacket that was the staple of a fire soldier, and her hat, stylized like the pointy headwear of medieval witches and proudly displaying the Company 8 insignia. Mani was joined in the halls by Capitan Obi, the leader of Company 8, and his right hand man, Lieutenant Hinawa. They were discussing the emergency and quickly got Maki up to speed. “ Two Infernals have been spotted about a mile away” said Capitan Obi. “It should be a routine job.” The Lieutenant nodded his assent. The three veteran members of Company 8 were the first into the garage, the rookies not far behind. Shinra and Arthur pushed through the door next, arguing all the way. Next came the team’s engineer, Vulcan who slid in to the driver’s seat of the Matchbox, Company 8’s main mode of transportation, next to Victor Licht, the company’s one man science department. Tamaki and Iris, the last members of the small company slid into the back of the Matchbox, and Capitan Obi knocked on the wall to signal Vulcan to take off. The whole process took less than five minutes. “Okay everybody”, came Capitan Obi’s voice. This should just be a simple job, get in, put the Infernals to rest, and then get out. However, there may be a chance that this is the work of the White Clad, in which case we need to be more careful.” Maki grimaced at the mention of the evil organization that had been terrorizing the Tokyo Empire. The Food Force has learned that their final goal was to wipe out humanity in a second Great Cataclysm, a repeat of the disaster that has almost ended all of humanity. Captain Obi spoke again. “ Shinra. It’s going to be your job to engage any White Clads that we see. Your speed should allow you to take them on before they can get away. That will give us time to put the Infernals to rest and the help you out”. Obi’s proposal was met with nodded heads. Maki felt a rush of anticipation as they neared the scene of the emergency. Vulcan pulled to a stop, and Company 8 got to work. As soon as the team got out of the Matchbox, Shinra used the speed provided by his Edola Burst to shoot into the sky, hunting for anyone who might be a White Clad agent. Maki a and the rest of Company 8 ran toward the house that served as the scene of the fire. The roof billowed smoke and the timber groaned as the structural stability of the house started to falter. Obi quickly split them into groups, sending Maki, Tamaki, and Iris around the back while he and Hinawa went in the front. Maki used her abilities as a second-generation pyrokenetic to push the blazing flames to the side, allowing for a safe entrance. As they moved inside, Maki felt the heart beat quicken. No matter how many times she entered a fire, Maki always felt the rush of fear causes but being surrounded by heart and flames. Even though her second-generation abilities would keep her safe from the flames, human instinct told her to be scared of fire, and so she was. Still she would do her job, no matter how scared she was. That was what it meant to be a fire soldier. The group rushed into what looked to be a living room. The walls were blackened and the furniture was charred almost beyond recognition. A quick glance told Maki that there was no Infernal to be found in the room. They continued on. Maki’s group meet up with Hinawa and Obi near the front door. A glowing, burning monster stood next to them. Another spoke of fear shot through Maki. She felt her stomach so somersaults at the sight of the Infernal. Her underwear heated up briefly as a few drops of pee shout out of her body. Maki realized she should probably have gone before they left on the mission. Her bladder tightened again, but Maki was able too prevent any further leakage. Maki was no stranger to Ono the job accidents. In her line of work, dangerous situations were common, and the occasional wetting was nothing to be ashamed of. Still, Maki would prefer to save herself the embarrassment of a full accident. She gritted her teeth, and tore her focus back to more pressing matters. “Sister Iris!” yelled Hinawa. “Please start the prayer!” Iris ran forward, tented her hands, and began to chant the words of the familiar prayer that would allow the soul of the Infernal to be put to rest and guaranteed a good afterlife. As Iris spoke Company 8 jumped into action. Maki focused on keeping the surrounding flames at bay while Tamaki and Hinawa distracted the Infernal. Obi ran at the monster head-on, his intense physical training allowing him to move quickly even while carrying the weight of his heavy fire equipment. He pulled an axe from the pack on his shoulder and died at the Infernal. The axe cut deep into the creature’s chest, and with a howl of rage, it burst into flames, its body collapsing, as it was sent back to join the Great Sol. Maki felt relief was over her as the last charred embers of the Infernal faded away. Obi gave the signal to move out, and the company headed to the door. Suddenly, a crash behind the group caused Maki to swivel, searching for the source of the noise. She didn’t need to look far. A towering Infernal stood before her leering down with its charred features. Burning terror shot through Maki as the monster leaned toward her. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as the shocking appearance of the creature sent waves of fear through her body. Her already stressed bladder responded immediately. Maki felt her underwear dampen with a sense of detachment, as the fact the she was pissing herself took a backseat to her survival instinct. Still she was able to register the warm streaks of urine that poured down her legs, as well as the feeling of the liquid sticking to the uniform she wore underneath the fire resistant material. The shameful warmth in her pants felt different from the heat of the fire, a more damp, dark kind of heat as opposed to the bright flames of the blaze. Thh hey Ed monster in front of her raised a long, thin limb above its head, but before it could bring the appendage down on the terrified fire soldier, a bullet ripped through its chest and it collapsed. Maki’s senses rushed back to her just in time to hear the final words of the prayer and to register the smoking barrel of Hinawa’s gun as her savior. A blush rose on her cheeks as she felt the warm wetness coating her groin and thighs. Maki sent a quick prayer off thanks to the person who defined her uniform with so many layers, a feature that in addition to providing better heat resistance, also hid her embarrassing accident. After confirming that all parties were unharmed, Company 8 headed outside where the Matchbox was waiting. Shinra stood next to the vehicle with Licht and Vulcan. Between them stood a woman dressed in a white cloak with a red cross on the front. The front of her headpiece had been pulled back to reveal her face twisted in a scowl. Her dark blue braids and unique pointed irises marked her as Arrow, a powerful servant of the Evangelist that the Fire Force has been trying to capture for quite some time. Maki couldn’t help but notice the dark stain covering a portion of her cloak the wet fabric still glistened in the sunlight marking her accident to be just as recent as Maki’s. Well, at least I’m not the only one, Maki thought as Capitan Obi congratulated Shinra and exchanged stories. Maki quietly slipped into the back of the Matchbox, her only thoughts on getting back to base and getting cleaned up. It has been a very eventful mission.
  10. I've never posted in this forum before so idk if it's okay for me to make this post here or if it would work better as a status update but I don't have anywhere else really to talk about this so okay here we go. I write fanfiction. I've been a writer my whole life, literally since before I could hold a pen, and I've been writing specifically fanfiction since I was eleven, way back in 2004/05. I made my first online account for fic when I was fourteen, summer of 2008, and I never looked back. My ex and I used to write a lot of original works together and we had a bunch of OCs (original characters) that we'd created together over the years but as it's doubtful I'll ever speak to her again the likelihood of me ever writing something that's not purely fanfiction is pretty slim now. Not that it matters, because fanfic is my life blood and the one thing I've always consistently enjoyed doing, and known I was good at. People tend to look down on it as a lesser art because I guess it's stereotypically full of preteen girls who write about their fav male characters or celebrities hooking up with them in random, unrealistic scenarios, and the writing is usually really cringeworthy. Not that there's anything wrong with that particular type of writing as we all start somewhere and I know I wrote a fair amount of it back in the day. But the fic I read and write nowadays is often better than most traditionally published novels. Anyway, onto the point: after my ex left me the fifth time, back in February, I spiraled just as hard as I did the first four times. You'd think I'd have learned by now, but I'm a slow learner. The first two times she left me we went low contact so she wasn't totally out of my life and I was like, okay, I'll just write my way out of these feelings. It was really easy, especially the second time. I always turn to writing first when I need something. The third time she left we went no contact for six months and this was in 2020 so you can imagine on top of every other fucking fuck-awful thing going on in the world, dealing with my depression over not having her in my life at all for the first time in seven years was... impossible to deal with. I spiraled so bad I had a mental breakdown. My OCD and anxiety both got well out of my control and I ended up damaging my relationship with my parents, brother, and sister-in-law pretty badly before I finally caved and got a therapist, and then a psychiatrist. During that time my ex came back unexpectedly and I was beyond thrilled, but while she was gone and my OCD was overtaking my life I lost the ability to write. I became scrupulous with religion and I thought if I wrote God would punish me, my family, and the whole world. I had heavy serious debates with myself about whether I should just delete all my accounts, as well as all the files on my computer. Maybe even get rid of the computer entirely. I was looking into becoming a nun. I was so miserable. It was a shitty, lonely time. So when my ex returned I was happy to have her but I still couldn't write. It took almost two months to work my way back into being able to write again, and I had to do it in stages: I remember reading all my old works, essentially in chronological order, and when nothing happened I'd move on to the next "era" of my writing career. Eventually I got over not cursing (I had to write curse words in code, like first I said 'f off' and then 'fk off' and so on) and once I was there I figured I could write like before. And I did. And it was spectacular. From very late August 2020 to Feb. 2021, things were back to normal, plus I was mentally better off, my ex and I were communicating more clearly, etc. Then like I said she left again, second time going no contact, and I spiraled. But I hit the brakes this time. I didn't want to go back into that sheltered, scrupulous, pious, terrified life. I physically and mentally didn't think I'd be able to handle it a second time. And with my medication and my therapy I was able to rationalize to myself that I didn't have to, and now I'm here almost five months later, still mostly functioning, listening to the music I want, reading the fics I want, writing, etc. Things are fine except that my ex isn't here, but things are fine other than that. Certainly better than last year at this same time. What an utter fucking disaster. But without my ex I have very little confidence in my writing. This year was our eighth year of knowing each other, and essentially since we met everything I wrote went to her first. We met because of writing, and more specifically because of my writing, so it was a major topic of conversation between us, even when things were falling apart and at their worst we always had writing to fall back on. A few weeks ago I did try to tell myself that I wrote without her for the first twenty years of my life, and the only reason her presence gave me confidence was because I'd write something, hate it, send it to her, get her feedback that she loved it, and then decide it was fine. So really my writing has always been fine, I just liked having the confidence boost. Once I figured that out, I wrote a little more. I've published two things to AO3 since she left (well, really I've published three things since she left, but I wrote one at the very beginning of the year before she was gone, so that's two things I've written and published since she left). I like both, one more than the other, but I do like both, I know they're both good, not to sound pretentious or cocky but I am a good writer and I know I'm a good writer. I always have been. I don't bang out as many little private short fics as I did before because I have no one to share them with but aside from the two longfics I published to AO3 I've also written multiple angry freeverse poems (about her, obviously) which I've posted on Reddit, as well as a few short fics for Tumblr. The poems don't get much interaction but I didn't expect them to, so it's fine. The short fics don't either and that's also fine, they're for a small fandom. The longfics on AO3, though? They should've gotten more interaction. One is in the Batman fandom, and the other is in the Captain America fandom. And they're both kind of niche, and one is for a rarepair, but I've posted about them on other forums before and people acted interested, especially wrt the Capt. America one. Like, I've made I think four posts on Reddit asking for advice on that fic and people have responded big time and acted interested in the topic. And because I'm moving this week and also am very impatient, I decided to start posting said fic before I was done writing it, just to get it out there. Nothing. I posted it yesterday, over 24 hours ago at this point. Literally nothing. It's gotten five kudos, which is a shitty turnout for this amount of time, at least in my experience. It has well over a hundred hits, though, which means it's been looked at and ignored by fifty times the amount of people who have interacted with it. No bookmarks. No comments. None. Not even one of those pathetic comments people leave sometimes where they're like "good so far!" Just... zilch. And it's the same with the Batman fic. That one's about a really niche kink (not omo) but the pairing is popular, and people tend to like BDSM type stuff so I thought it would get traction, but I posted it about two weeks ago and it has 17 kudos. For comparison, the best reaction on AO3 I've ever gotten was when I posted Kylux, both times I got over 100 kudos in under 24 hours, and the number climbed steadily over the next few days until it hit about 400 on both. My other Batman fics have 222 kudos over the course of four months, and 81 kudos in three months (that's the omo one). And the last time I wrote anything Marvel-related was almost ten years ago, but back then I got a good turnout, and my writing was fucking shitty! I was writing for a more popular pairing but it wasn't even the most popular, and you can definitely tell I was eighteen/nineteen when I wrote it. But it still got a good-ass viewing. Idk my feelings are just really hurt. I tried to push past that uncertainty I felt about my ex not being here to support me and reassure me and just post stuff and get attention anyway, because on Reddit I've gotten a relative amount of attention on most of my posts (I've been much more active on there since she left), so I thought maybe people were paying attention to me. And like I said people expressed interest even in my niche Capt. America fic, but as soon as it went up they all vanished. I just... never know what to do when this stuff happens, especially because it doesn't happen to me very often. I'm going to be 28 in less than three months so you'd think I'd have my shit together by now and wouldn't get so hung up on whether people are paying attention to my writing or not, but I'm an unemployed fuck-up still living in her parents' home and they're literally forcing me to move out because they can't get rid of me otherwise, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised.
  11. Hi! I'm a freelance writer who plans to post my practice mini-stories here to get the word out about my writing and have a portfolio people can come to, seeing if they like my work enough to purchase something custom! Things I will NOT write: - Non-Consensual Sexual activity, anything non-sexual is totally fine. - Children being involved in sexual content, ABDL or CGL with an above 18 consenting adult is totally fine. Things I WILL write: - Anything that does not fall into the above categories! [Prices] 2 cents per word. 100 words = $2.00 Rush Orders are available, this means every word would be 4 cents per word. 100 words = $4.00 ~Must be paid before I start working, I have some commission work on my profile already if you'd like to take a peek at my writing style, or finished products. [Accepting] - Cashapp | Contact Me | Discord: Harpy#9737 Email: [email protected]
  12. Duos, ever since Caustic took off, it was all they wanted to play, not wanting to open up their little group to any outsiders yet...Not after the incident, not after everything her surrogate father had done to her, to the entirety of the apex games. “Shooting across the field, in Market!” Her soft French voice came through the mic with a harsh scratching, bringing Crypto out of his thoughts with a crash. The blush that came across his face, had been getting worse ever since she...came to his room, started to speak to him again. That sweet tone of her voice, that he had missed, alone in his room after every game, was something he never expected to hear again without the tone of anger washing over it. “Got it, do they sight you?” Wattson’s negatory sound came through and he sighed in relief, moving from the small building he had been hiding out in, his drone swinging through the air to smack back into his hand, seeing the familiar orange and blue crouched behind a rock to the right of Market. The distant roar of Bloodhound made them both jump, though they were out of range. “Crypto! You didn’t have to join me, I’m alright.” Her tone wasn’t as cherry as it would have been a handful of months ago. The truth had come out, though she still had the right to be pissed with him for lying to her. Apologizing profusely, something he wouldn’t do for anyone else, finally got the French woman back in his life. “Don’t worry about it, I didn’t want someone sneaking up behind you, with those morons firing as loud as they can.” Kneeling in front of her, the firing had stopped, an eerie quietness settling over the field, making Wattson shiver, checking her own ammo reserves, the time to third party would be coming soon, if someone else didn’t beat them to it first. “Thank you...It’s nice to have a tracker back on my side...” Wattson looked up at him, giving him one of those smiles of hers, he’d never admit it, never tell her how happy it made him to get looks without burning hate in them from her...He was lucky he had managed to get her back. “REPLICATOR INCOMING!” The robotic voice of the announcer above them made Crypto frown, not needing a reason for any other teams to converge on them. Checking his map as the Market began to light up with firing again he sighed, his lip being gently nibbled. “Tae Joon?” As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she clapped a hand over her lips, looking away, as if too nervous to go where she had gone as his friend before. “Natalie...” Tae Joon liked the way his name sounded coming from her again, it had been too long since he heard it behind closed doors, and saw her smile when she said it. His hand reached out, brushing fingers on her cheek, he made her face him, giving her a rare half smile. “I missed you saying it, no one’s around, don’t worry about it...” Natalie flushed, letting his fingers linger until he took them away, she unclipped an orange flask, blue strips on it to match her outfits aesthetic, off of her uniform. Unscrewing the top she offered, Tae Joon raising a brow took it, sipping what he found to be water, realizing he was sweating bullets in his thick jacket. The hot sun bearing down on him he paused, realizing he had...drank all of it, glancing to her Natalie only giggled, strapping it back in place. “You’re a dork Tae Joon...I wanted you to have it, be careful...for me, Oui?” Natalie spoke before she moved to stand, moving to start rushing Market, Tae Joon flushing as he ran behind her. He was never lying to her again...Couldn’t risk losing that sunshine smile. Hundreds of bullets spent later and they were standing in the middle of Market, two more squads were left, and at this point? Tae Joon expected them to be solos, or at the very least cowards. Sparing a glance at Natalie who was sitting on a death box, catching her breath, he smiled, she had done incredibly well. Another pang from his lower stomach, making him wince, standing up too straight was getting a little bit...difficult. Regret from drinking that entire flask Natalie lent him was burning his chest, trying to stand up anyway, not wanting his partner to recognize the weakness that was plain across his body. How had he let this happen? They had just taken their break, why didn’t he just empty his damn bladder before they were in the top three, the final fight?! Tae Joon groaned softly, biting his lip to cut off the sound of it. Glancing over, he froze, panicking on his features as he noticed the look his blonde partner was giving him, gun in hand she opened her mouth to speak… He really needed to thank whoever threw that arc start later, but it landed between them, causing an explosion that caught him in the blast just a bit, his shields cracking a hair. He heard the laugh of that fucking old man, a growl deep in his throat as he saw Natalie ahead of him, Bangalore up on the wrap-around balcony the Market held, she didn’t see the enemy. “GET-” Tae Joon doubled over, holding his bladder as a sharp painful pang dug its claws up the inside of his torso, a gasp tore from his throat, pain making him a sitting duck, his partner ahead of him, turning to look at him, providing cover fire at Mirage. It might have been a blessing then, that Bangalore smoked, providing cover for them, though by the way they were shooting, a digital threat scope was on that gun of hers, maybe both...Then again Mirages aim was so shit, it could have been coincidence either way. A jerk from his wrist, causing him to start,eyes wide meeting the blue ones of his partner, the look of confusion on her face, mingling with concern filled him with...shame. He hadn’t meant to cause her worry, he hadn’t meant to be a damn burden on the team! “Crypto!! What has gotten into you?!” Tae Joon couldn’t even respond, couldn’t even open his mouth before there was that tell tale sound. His eyes went wide, feeling an intense heat on his shoulder. Wattson screamed, internally he cursed, he had fucked up, they could have won, but he had to just go and be the dipshit, dragging her down! Natalie wasn’t having it, the charge rifle shot had cut away the flesh in his shoulder, cauterizing the wound, sizzling flesh smell burning her nose, as she squeezed his wrist. Forgoing that, her arm went around his waist, dragging him up the stairs, hearing the shouts of the two they left behind, the hatch door opened, drawing fire they narrowly managed to avoid. “I...Sorry...” Even just talking was hard for him, feeling this petite girl drag him out of there, behind a rock, letting him stumble to his knees, shaking as Wattson put her hands on his back, the hacker trying to breathe through the pain feeling the urge swell… “You don’t need to be sorry, just heal!! Recon, I’ll be back for you, please!! Don’t come out, not until you’re alright Tae Joon!” Her voice was frantic, the concern breaking through the fog of his brain, as he nodded, panting, feeling the pressure of her on his back...He felt a light kiss on the back of his hair, a blush melting his face. “N-Nata-” She was gone, running back inside with a warrior-worthy shout, making him smile as he flopped on his back, stabbing the syringe into the burning wound, he closed his eyes, back arching against the pale dirt. “Ngh! Haa!” The medicine started to work its magic, his skin itching as it began to pull back together, the hacket, moving to squat on the heels of his feet. Panting quietly, he opened the control panel to his drone, sending it after his partner. Hack, the drone, rushed out of the holster on his back, the little propulser making its sound as it rushed into Market, seeing Wattson finishing the Bangalore from earlier, the Mirage was nowhere to be seen. The other team, Fuse, and Lifeline were across the way, though...he was having trouble seeing. He could feel himself shaking, in turn...his drone was shaking. Perfectly visible by all the squads, his drone was shaking like a leaf, dodging every single bullet the Lifeline shot at him. This was the end of the line, the pressure that had been steadily building in his bladder was reaching a breaking point. It was getting hard to even focus on flying the drone, to ping the enemies, Wattson needed him! Crypto whimpered, dropping the controller in the dirt, his drone began to fly in circles, Crypto doubled over, not trusting himself to move, the pressure, the burning in his lower abdomen bringing tears of frustration in his eyes, he couldn’t even take the time to go, this was the final fight! “Crypto?!” No response through the coms, all she could hear was whimpering, heavy breathing, before the microphone cut off...She couldn’t just leave him to die, what if the other team, snuck up on him! Turning on her heel, she was rushing out, leaving the two other final teams to duke it out in Market, rushing back to the place she had left her partner. “Tae Joon! Tae!?” Wattson’s shadow fell over him, all he could manage to communicate was a shake of his head, black hairs, swinging in front of his face, the poor man couldn’t bare to face her… “Pl...Please don’t look at me, I don’t want y-you to see me...like...this...Ngh! Fuck...Fuck! It hurts!” Wattson’s eyes went wide, going to her knees, she glanced to the market, the shots were still firing, and every time the bullets went off, Crypto flinched...Reaching out, her hand touched his leg, a gasp falling from her lips as she felt how badly his leg was shaking. “Mon amie! What happened, didn’t you heal?! Did you get shot?!” Natalie’s fingers brushed over the fabric of his pants, before pushing into his jacket, looking for moisture in the form of blood, though she felt nothing...Except a bump underneath the lower half of his shirt. “NGH! F-Fuck! Natalie- don’t! Don’t touch that, leave it...j-just leave it, someone’s gonna find us...shoot you, please! Please just...win for us...I know y-you can.” Natalie swallowed hard, suspicion in her mind...all but confirmed by how violently he flinched. Her hands brushed down his legs, wrapping her fingerless gloved hands over his knees, pushing them apart. “Oh...O-Oh my god, how...how long have you been...holding it!? Tae...Tae Joon, you...your...your….bladder!” The lower half of his shirt was bumped, his shirt tight around it, and it was obvious what it was. His knees were shaking, his chest rising and falling with the effort of holding back his shame, every movement caused him to wince, he was barely holding it together, holding his urine back. “Don’t...don’t look at me, please Natalie, I don’t wa...want you to see this...I’m begging you...” Sweat from his exertion was plastered to the front of his face, his lips parted, his eyes clouded, he didn’t dare move. “I’m not leaving you to be in pain!! If we lose we lose...clearly you are more important to me!” Natalie moved forward, her knees making little mounds in the dirt, her hands gently pressed into his stomach, pushing him to sit on his ass, instead the balls of his feet. “Ngh! Mmmna....Nat...Natalie please, be careful I don’t think I can...stop it...please go away! Fuck...please...” His voice was getting weaker, voice cracks after his pained whimpers, his legs shaking like the heat of the day didn’t exist. “Don’t struggle! You need to let it...out, if you hold it any longer you might burst! It’s okay...I won’t judge you! Do you want me to uhm...undress you? So you don’t...wet...yourself?” The only thing the poor hacker managed to say in response was a shake of his head, if it was between wet pants or Wattson seeing his embarrassing boxers, he’d take pissing himself like a little kid. “O-Okay...Let me just...Here...This may...hurt.” Natalie pushed her fingertips underneath the hem of his shirt, pushing it up, bunching the fabric over the bump of his bladder, Crypto shook his head, but Natalie had to ignore him, it was this or a lifelong weak bladder and...she doubted he wanted the latter. With a flush on her face, black hairs of happy trail leading down into the hem of his pants, trying not to think about it, those same fingertips pressed into the bulge. His reaction was immediate, arching his back, a hand flew to his own hair, grabbing a fistful of the messy black strands, forcing his hand over his own crotch, trying to stop whatever was about to happen, a whimper of pain leaving him. “It’s okay...Tae...Tae Joon look at me...look at me, you don’t need to worry, it’ll pass, it’ll feel good soon, just...let a little out, oui? Just enough to relieve the pressure?” Crypto shook his head again, but those eyes of his flicked up, meeting her blue ones, wishing he could hug her close, his source of comfort. His hips jerked as she pressed into his bladder’s bump yet again, a stifled yelp leaving his lips as he felt his body betray him. He felt warmth, slipping out of him, without him even being given a chance to stop it...Tears that gathered at the corner of his eyes slipping down his cheeks as he squeezed them closed. “Non, non, look at me mon amie, shh shh don’t cry, it feels better already doesn’t it?” Despite himself, he nodded, sniffing as he adjusted against his own hand, feeling the warmth spread across his boxers. Soaking them, the stream weak, barely piddling as he tried to force it back, to stop the stream, but once his body was started it was hard to stop. “Noplease...stop...Idon’twantto.” His own voice’s quiet tone surprised him, the teary nature of it, he could hardly hear himself. Slowly as he hiccuped, he felt the warm stream penetrate his pants, leaking down the inside of his pants to finally hit the dirt, slipping down the hill, between Wattson’s boots, making a river of his shame so obvious any viewer watching this at home would know what an...embarrassing piss pants he was. All the while he heard Wattson, gently petting his cheeks, stroking away his tears as he whimpered, as he tried to pull away but she always pulled him back. His pants soaked, warm, clinging to his inner thigh, his entire body shaking, unable to undo the act he just committed in front of the girl he loved. “Shh shh you’re doing so well! I’m proud of you...it feels better doesn’t it?” Wattson leaned forward, gently pressing her lips to his temple, Crypto couldn’t meet her eyes, closing them, embarrassed, frustrated tears falling down his face...Then he felt her pull away, opening his eyes just in time to feel her coat, fall over him, protecting him from the cameras, providing her comforting scent. Natalie seemed to smile, holding up her gun a smirk on her face. “Now stay here...relax, I’ll go win this for us! Be safe for me...okay Tae Joon?” CHAMPIONS OF THE ARENA WATTSON & CRYPTO
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  14. AU after The Dark Knight -- Breathing hard Bruce stepped back from the unconscious form of Salvatore Maroni. Blood was still pouring from his nose when Bruce fished out his phone and called Gordon to let him know the address. His hands shook as he dialed the number. The adrenaline of the fight was still coursing through him, pulsing into his fingers, making his hands feel overheated and swollen. He waited until some of Gordon's guys got there, then took off, breathing coming shorter and sharper with each passing second. He was barely out of their line of sight -- a filthy alleyway, not that he deserved any better -- when he leaned against the wall with one hand, and used the other to tear off his codpiece, and pull out his cock. He was already more than half-hard and had been since he'd thrown the first punch, and it was almost too easy to rip off his glove with his teeth and get his hand around himself. Precum leaked from the slit and he used it to slick his way, stroking the shaft, base to tip. He squeezed himself roughly, digging his nails into the skin. Heat pooled in his stomach. He'd never touched himself like that before, not until six months ago. But he'd done this for years. It had surprised him perhaps more than it should have when he'd gotten into his first real fight as Batman and discovered afterwards that he was so hard he was leaking into the suit. Back then he'd had enough dignity -- or so he'd told himself -- to wait until he got back to the manor before touching himself. But over the years it had gotten increasingly difficult to stave off the urge, and lately it was just easier to fuck his fist just out of sight of the crime scene, skin flushed and tight under the suit, sweating into the Kevlar and screwing his eyes up so he couldn't see in case anyone was looking, shame coursing through him, mixing nauseatingly with the arousal. He usually came within a few pulls of his cock and then he could tuck himself back up and walk away and pretend he'd never done it. But today it was a little more difficult -- he was running on about two hours of sleep in five days, and he had ten meetings to prepare for, so he was stressed -- so after a while of spit-slick stroking he closed his eyes, and he let himself picture things. Rachel right at first, for a little while, because she was the default and had been since he was twelve. Rachel dancing for him, climbing onto his bed, laughing, him grabbing her bare ankle, feeling the soft skin beneath his fingers -- his cock jerked in his hand, and he gasped, but it wasn't enough. Of course it wasn't enough. He knew even before it started what fantasy was coming, because it had been the same one, slight variations occasionally for diversity, for almost six months. It plowed into his shame and it served to make everything twice as hot beneath the Kevlar and the leather of the mask but he was suddenly, painfully, fully hard, and leaking so much he no longer needed to slick himself up over and over. What he was picturing was the Joker. It was weird, the clench he got when he thought of their very first time. It had been two nights after the incident on the Prewitt Building; the Joker had escaped Arkham so quickly his papers hadn't even been fully processed, and he'd gone after Bruce where he was busy busting up a drug deal in the Narrows. The Joker had knocked him into a wall and Bruce had knocked him to the ground and in the ensuing struggle he'd gotten hard and of course the Joker had noticed. Bruce had thought he would make fun of him for it or weaponize it but he just dragged their crotches together to show Bruce how hard he was, too. He said (much later) he'd gotten an automatic hard-on for Bruce ever since the beating in the interrogation room. But at that time it was just sex. Rough, back alley sex, every time they fought. It was better than jerking it alone. But gradually it -- became something else. Bruce admitting his other identity, because he wanted to hear the Joker say his name, he wanted to hear the shape of it in his mouth. And it sounded as good as Bruce had thought, and now it had been six months, and they were still fighting, and fucking, and chasing each other around and through and over and under this filthy wretched city, and sometimes Bruce almost thought he might be in love, and he knew that was bad. But he couldn't think about that right now, not with his cock in his hand, and Gordon's men so close their lights were flashing off the brick wall. So he let the fantasy come, because there was hardly any shame attached to it anymore -- he'd told the Joker, pretty early on, because the Joker had kind of forced it out of him with a knife, and the Joker had shrugged, and spread his hands, and said, whatever you want me to do for you, baby. He pictured the Joker sitting in a chair. He had his thighs pressed tightly together. His hands were bound behind his back and his ankles were bound to the chair legs and it was clear he couldn't move. He was gagged until Bruce walked up and ripped the cloth from his mouth. Then the Joker said, "I have to fucking piss, Wayne, stop -- fucking around and let me go," and Bruce said, "No," and stepped back. He watched the Joker shift, trying to cross his legs, trying to get his hands out of the rope so he could grip himself, ease the pressure. From offscreen Bruce heard his own voice: "How much water did you drink before you got here?" and the Joker's response, angry: "Three glasses, those 32-oz. ones you have... I need to stay hydrated, you're always on me about that. So -- fuck, so fucking sue me," and he gasped, and leaned forward a little. His thighs shifted and he squirmed and his mouth twisted. "I really -- fuck. I need to go, now." Offscreen, Bruce shrugged. "You got yourself into this mess," he said, cold. "You got yourself tied up and kidnapped. You were stupid enough to drink half your weight in water before you left my house. You deserve this punishment." The Joker's hair hung over his face in ragged, sweaty strands. At this point in the fantasy various things would happen -- sometimes it had to end here, quickly, if Bruce was in a hurry -- but tonight he could still hear Gordon's men and he was stroking himself at an even pace to try and make it last and fuck -- The Joker succeeded in getting the ropes off his ankles, because they were loosely bound. He crossed his legs and shifted harder. "Please," he burst out, and his voice in the fantasy always, always had a sharp desperate edge it never hit in real life. "I'm going to piss myself, Wayne, please -- " "No," Bruce said again, and the Joker groaned. A dark spot appeared on his pants. He whined, and squirmed, and panted. "I have to -- so fucking bad, you have no idea, I can't -- " He gritted his teeth. His dignity was gone. In real life when the Joker acted this scenario out for him Bruce always felt sort of guilty for it, though the Joker had told him multiple times he didn't care. He never tied him to a chair or anything, the Joker just drank and held himself and eventually he would piss. But in the fantasy there was no guilt, at least not the visceral kind from real life. There was only -- "Wayne," broken, soft, desperate, "Wayne, fuck, I -- I can't hold it..." and the dark spot on his pants grew. It spread out and trickled down one thigh. He got one hand free, and gripped himself, shoving his hand down between his legs, letting it rest there. He was squeezing so hard his knuckles were white, but the piss kept coming, in spurts, darkening the fabric, dampening his hand. He let out a low, almost pained moan, and bent forward. "Fuck," he whispered. "Oh, fuck." "Let it go," Bruce said, quiet, commanding. It wasn't quite his Batman voice -- that would've brought him out of it too much, for some reason, he'd learned that a while ago -- but it was lower than his usual pitch, and it made the Joker's eyes snap up to his. He shook his head, frantic. He seemed to have at last realized he could stand, but when he did, he couldn't make himself stand all the way. His body was held down by the weight of his bladder. He was trembling, legs still crossed, still gripping himself hard. Piss had streaked down his legs. "Please," the Joker said again, "I have to -- I need the bathroom, I'm having an accident -- " "It's too late," Bruce said. "Just let go," and the Joker moaned again, and closed his eyes, and pissed. It spurted out between his fingers and through the fabric of his pants; it puddled at his feet. It spread a beautiful stain across his crotch and down the inseam of his pants and fuck, fuck, oh fuck Bruce couldn't keep his rhythm, the tension in his stomach was too much, it coiled, it shoved itself to the front, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck he was coming -- When he could breathe again, and stand up straight, he tucked himself back into his suit. He wiped his hand off on a handkerchief which he then discarded (sometimes he wondered if Alfred noticed the amount of handkerchiefs that had disappeared from the house). Still trembling, still flushed, he walked back out on shaky legs in time to see Gordon off. He got in his Tumbler and drove back to the penthouse. He removed the suit and went to his private quarters and took a shower. He washed off the sweat and the come and the shame and then he went to his bed and lay down beneath the covers and looked at his phone. Four missed texts from the Joker: -- Hey, Wayne. You touching yourself? I know you are, you weirdo. -- Dunno why I said weirdo before you ask, I get off on it too. As you well know (; -- Call me when you get in. I wanna know if you thought about me. -- I wanna know what you were thinking. You filthy slut. Bruce dialed his number before he could change his mind. It rang once, then clicked over. The Joker's voice was low and warm and amused, and Bruce closed his eyes, letting it wash over him. "Hey, gorgeous," the Joker murmured. "You got my texts?" "Yeah." "So what's my answer?" Bruce swallowed. The end of the fantasy, which he rarely pictured because it wasn't piss, and he never had time for it, was himself stripping the Joker's dirty clothes off him while he wept into his hands. There was a pull chain on the ceiling of the room which Bruce would tug, and water would pour out over the Joker's body, and over Bruce, who was always wearing the suit. The Joker would stand in the center of his arms and shiver and whine and thank him quietly, and Bruce would stroke his hair and kiss the top of his head and tell him it was all right, and didn't he feel better now, and Bruce was sorry, he was so sorry -- "Yeah," Bruce said, and was surprised at how hoarse his voice came out. "Of course I thought about you." There was a pause, almost like the Joker hadn't been expecting his answer, which was strange, because there was no other answer. "Good," he said finally, and his voice was softer too. Almost -- but not quite -- like the fantasy. "I like that, Wayne." "I know," Bruce said, gently teasing, and the Joker laughed.
  15. So idk who has seen "7 deadly sins". But there is a character on the show that is a gaintess(diane). She is provided with potions that make her normal size temporarily. There is actually an episode where she runs out of time and outgrows her clothes. I have a few ideas for some good omo stories, but I am to ADHD to make it happen. Not to mention I'm a horrible writer anyways. But what I had in mind was her being captured and being held captive in a cage much to small for her. In order for her to not outgrow and become crushed by the cage she has to keep drinking the potion. Another idea would be her getting stuck in an experimental clothing that changes size do to her growth. Of course failing. I probably sound like a wierdo for saying this. But being that she's a giant. I even thought of having a close up perspective of her vagina quivering in her suit as she grows in desperation. I always love when the damsel in distress doesn't acknowledge their desperation. Maybe her friend noticing from their perspective or even trying to help her hold back(Just imagine one or more allies in the cage with her. Seeing her quit noticeably sized crotch pulsate all knowing what's about to happen). They could be stuck in a jar or room under her and risk being drown to death while someone engorges her or even the notion of her wetting the whole cell floor with them in it. She's also kind of like an earth bender so it would be cool if she manifested some kind of stone hands to jam in her crotch to stop the flow. Just anything involving her wetting her outfit. Any tight fitting out fit. I know I sound crazy. But if anyone is capable of that. It would be amazing. I'm sure you would get alot of omo credit haha. giant
  16. Reyna felt the wind blow across her skin and knew a battle was brewing. She had been waiting in a small alcove in the Asian style architecture found in Haven. She had been there for quite some time just waiting for any rival agents to appear. Her dark clothing allowed her to stay relatively unnoticeable in the shadowy corner where she now stood. Reyna suddenly heard footsteps in her area. Quickly she hunkered down as her senses went on high alert. She grimaced as she felt a few drops of urine hit the fabric of her panties . A full bladder was the least of Reyna's concerns however, as the footsteps started to get closer. Jett carefully made her way toward the bomb site, checking corners as she went. her job was simple. Get in plant the spike, get out. That didn't mean t was going to be easy. The fabric of the Korean girl's pants rustled as she moved along the corridor. She clutched her vandal assault rifle in her hands. Looking at her map Jett saw that the bomb site was just around the next corner. She shivered in anticipation, and felt her abdomen clench. She had never done particularly well at keeping her clothes dry during tense situations. More often than not Jett could be seen exiting a battle with a large stain covering her pants. She would just have to hope this time was different. It was showtime. As Reyna stared down the scope of her operator sniper rifle, she saw a flash of movement to her right. Instinctively she fired a shot and dove behind cover. Crouching, Reyna made her way to a large stack of boxes which would provide both cover and good sight lines. It was imperative that she stay a good distance from her target as her sniper would be much less effective up close. Similarly, Jett was also crouched down behind a box. However she was not thinking about battle tactics. Instead she was focused on not wetting her pants. That shot had been too close for comfort even with her advanced mobility. Already a small stain had become visible on her grey sweat pants. After a moment of frantic holding Jett began to calm down. She had seen a flash of purple on the other side of the bomb site, meaning her adversary was none other than Reyna. She was in for a long battle. Reyna stood behind the boxes as she tried to calm her breathing. Her bladder was closing in on its breaking point, but Reyna was unable to do anything about it as taking her attention off of the battle could cost her a lot more than a change of pants. Suddenly a thought came to her. She concentrated and summoned a ball of dark energy in her hand. She threw it around the boxes and after a few seconds she peeked out and looked for a shot. Jett had seen the sphere hurtling toward her and froze. It exploded mere feet in front of her and suddenly she could see only darkness. With her vision limited to only her immediate surroundings, Jett acted off pure instinct. She used her tailwind ability to instantly dive for any kind of cover. Fortunately she found it. Diving behind a small stone wall, Jett heard the sharp whizz of a bullet and felt the air of the passing shot on her neck. Her breath came in gasps as she sat behind the wall. her back was pressed against the stones as she felt another unpleasant sensation. She groaned as she looked down and confirmed her suspicions. Once again she would not be leaving with clean pants. Her bladder was completely voiding itself with no input from Jett required. The small stain that had resider on her pants before quickly grew as the Korean pissed her self. Her pee poured through her pants forming a puddle on the ground. The warm liquid pooled below her thighs and ass, as well as continuing to spread out ward. Jett's thoughts were rudely interrupted however when she remembered her current situation. She wanted this fight to be over as quickly as possible. She grabbed her gun and was ready to take the fire fight when she realized one important thing was missing. The spike. She frantically scanned her surroundings before realizing that it was nowhere to be found. With no spike, no plan, and a very gross pair of pants, Jett decide to throw in the towel. Slowly backing up Jett moved past the wall she was hiding behind, and with out hesitation, dashed towards an open door way. She heard another shot go off, and her bladder responded by sending what little pee it still contained into her underwear. This resulted in a one second stream, nothing compared to its release earlier. Jett ran down the corridor at a sprint. She would live to fight another day. Reyna saw the other woman running and knew she had won. Although her adversary had lived, the bomb had not been planted making the mission a success. Reyna didn't feel like celebrating though. As soon as she had seen Jett run away she had dropped her weapon and hunched over hands between her legs. Her bladder was screaming for release, and unless Reyna found a toilet now, it would do so in her pants. Reyna started to hobble down the cobblestone streets of Haven as she scanned desperately for a place to relive herself. Walls and boxes passed by with little recognition as Reyna focused fully on her new objective. She even failed to notice the puddle created by her opponent, hidden behind one wall. After a solid ten minutes of searching, however, Reyna knew there was no hope. With a whimper and a shiver, she lost control. Reyna stood frozen as her bladder emptied, piss rushing into her pants. Immediately, the already dark material covering her crotch deepened in hue. She felt her legs warm as the urine poured down her tan thighs. A puddle began to form on the ground as the pee made its way to the ground. Reyna could only stare in shock as she peed her pants. After a full three minute accident Reyna continued her walk in a daze. Her mission had been completed but at the cost of her dignity.
  17. Yoo-hoo! Guess who's baaaaaaacckkkk?! Sorry for the long wait, I have been suffering from catastrophic computer issues...that still hasn't been quite resolved at the moment. I've been around, I just been unmotivated to write because I'm not on a computer that is my own. That said, I appreciate you all waiting for me, and let me show you a....pilot of sort for something I've been debating about sharing, as its my first time actually doing legitimate fanfiction! Erotic fanfiction, not to mention! I'm someone that appreciates original works far more than fanfiction, but my love-hate relationship with Touhou as a franchise has been keeping me quite sane and occupied throughout these trying times. If you don't mind me indulging in my love, I hope that this story helps provides much entertainment! As for my other series like Ichigo Sunada or the Four Goddesses Institute, don't worry, I'm not quitting on them! They are just series I have a good deal of notes stuck on my other computer. So...yeah... 😫 I'll get back to them sooner than later, hopefully! But right now, check out my little pilot for my Touhou AU fanfiction series: Boundary by Boundary! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Another day passes swiftly within the Hakurei shrine, the lights of the Human Village begin to beam up past the horizon. The maiden of the shrine, Reimu Hakurei the XXth, slips out of her miko outfit once again and tosses it on the floor, as yet another day has passed without Incident. Leaving only her sarashi, her tights, and fundoshi on, she stretches out on her futon, one of her few pieces of furniture within her hovel. It’s closer to a bench, being made more of basal wood and rusted nails than cushions and fabric. But the maiden cares little for such, as long as she isn’t sleeping on the cold floor. Smack, smack, smack. She licks her lips, realizing her growing parchment. Slightly propping herself up, she rotates her body on the couch like a dog trying to scratch its back, enough for her to face the direction of where her kitchen is. A slight amount of smoke and steam exits from the pathway, that which the Hakurei maiden on rolls her eyes to. Taking her index finger, she slowly scratches the air in front of her with her nail. Slowly but surely, a breach within the air appears, a pinprick of a dark hole. She hastens her scratching, letting the hole grow more and more, until she’s able to plunge her fist straight in! “Come on, where are you…?” the maiden groans, as she rustles her arm within the whole, until her hand feels ice-cold. She smiles, she reels her arm back, as she knows she caught her prize: one large glass bottle of rice wine, sake. WIth a smug, self-satisfied grin, she slashes the top of the bottle with the same power she used to grab it, refusing to deal with the cork like an ordinary human. Not caring about the bottle running over, drenching her hand with alcohol, she lays back, closes her eyes, and downs her drink. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. When she is down to a quarter of her bottle, she opens her eyes and glares towards the woman staring over her. A frown covers the blonde woman’s face as she shakes her head, disappointedly. “If I knew you were going to ruin your appetite like that--” she chastises with, letting her shaking head make her white hat fall off onto the maiden’s chest, exposing her fox ears. “--I would have saved myself the trouble and made only one plate, Lady Hakurei.” The fox-eared woman, holding two plates of food in her hands, sits her large rear onto the lower body of the maiden, spread out throughout the bench-like futon. She rests all seven of her burnt yellow tails across the maiden’s torso like a blanket, placing one of the plates directly on top of them. She flips open the cover, letting the maiden’s face be covered by steam and wondrous smells of smoked fish. The other plate is left on her meaty lap, the covering of which is left unopened. All throughout the process, the maiden only keeps one of her eyes open, her lips still surrounding her sake bottle. She doesn’t take another gulp, only watching, waiting, and stirring her legs, seeing if the fox woman will stand back up off her legs. The large fox takes no heed to her rattling, only sitting more and more comfortable on top of the shrine maiden, until the both of them are warm. She takes a healthy chunk of fish off the maiden’s plate with a pair of chopsticks and places it near the back of the bottle, the black glass doing nothing to block the savory smoked flavors of salmon from reaching the shrine maiden’s nose. “You shouldn’t use your powers OR drink on an empty stomach, Lady Hakurei. Now, eat up, for your sake,” politely commands the woman. The maiden takes the bottle off her lips with a pop! She glares towards the woman, her aggravation readily apparent. “Is this going to be your thing, youkai?” she scoffs at. “Sit on --urgh-- on me and try to get me to eat some --sniff sniff-- weird youkai dish or something?” “Its fish I spent all evening trying to catch. I wouldn’t try anything akin to feeding you ‘weird youkai dishes’, not unless you want me to.” “Yeah yeah yeah…,” Reimu says, rolling her eyes as she takes a bite out of the fish stuck on the chopsticks. “--munch munch-- So... you know how to fish, you know how to cook, and you apparently know what’s good for my health?” “Yes, yes, and I apparently shouldn’t, but it would appear that you don’t.” “...I’m going to ignore that…” Reimu swallows her food and tries to take the chopsticks away from the fox woman. She doesn’t let go of them, only taking another, bigger chunk of fish, ready to feed her once again. “But you don’t know your name, where you come from, or why you were in a box?” “No, no, and no. I only know that I have a duty to protect the maiden.” “Even though it's my duty to stop you youkai from doing crazy nonsense.” “I….do not know what kind of ‘crazy nonsense’ you are suggesting I could, would, or want to do.” “Oh, come on! You at least know that I know ALL you youkai have some crazy bullshit or whatever planned, it’s like...engraved in your souls or whatever! Terrorizing the public, trapping people in some weird...hell dimension… or, somethin’ else really, really bad!” Reimu hops up and bites down aggressively on her meal. “Ha, maybe you...you trying to fatten me up, make it hard for me to move, so you can steal the Hakurei Orb! That’s it, isn’t it!?” She sounds assured as she comes up with that conclusion, almost forgetting that her emaciated body is practically being crushed under tens of pounds of furry fluff and cushiony rump, nor is she doing anything to stop herself from feasting on the fox woman’s cooking. The fox woman takes a finger to her lip and ponders what the maiden has said, in her buzzed rambling. “...No, I don’t have any kind of plot like that. You just haven’t eaten anything all day, and it would go against my... how did you call it, ‘engraving on my soul’, to let you starve. I don’t know what this ‘Orb’ is, nor do I want to know. And ‘fattening you up’ would ultimately help you more than it would help me accomplish whatever plot you think I have, Lady Hakurei.” The woman presses down past all her tails with a finger and runs a sharp nail across the maiden’s bare stomach, tickling her! “Some extra weight would help keep you warm overnight, much more than your hair or blankets could,” she says, glancing towards her chunky body. “I can assure you that with the vessel I have been blessed with, I haven’t felt cold all week.” The fox woman’s breasts alone dwarfs the maiden’s entire, shrimpy body in weight, and that is nothing to say about everything on her. Youkai’s forms are built off of fear, yet Reimu can’t believe anyone would fear a woman as...well-rounded as this one. Mostly because, at the moment, she’s being tickled like a child’s play toy. “Ha-ha-hey! Stop tha-ha-ha-ha!” the maiden laughs and shouts, rustling about in her layabout state! She nearly knocks over her plate of food off the fox woman’s tail, spilling a little fish juice and sake on her cheeks. “Oh, I apologize!” the fox woman stops immediately. “You must be pretty sensitive there. Is this what you call a ‘weak spot’ of yours?” “Ha… Ha… I-I’m not tellin’ you that, you jerk…!” Reimu doesn’t know a lot about her own body, she’s no doctor. But she DOES know that her tummy is incredibly ticklish. “And get off me, already!” “But I wouldn’t want the hot plate to touch your skin, especially your ‘weak spot’! There’s still no table here! And I do not want to have a mess on you! And then there’s the fact I can feel how cold you are, even under your tights! What if you get sick? There’s plenty of illnesses that could kill even a Hakurei maiden!” “Is --urrgggh!-- being crushed by a youkai one of them?” “I am taking care to maximize any heat I emit while avoiding any damage to your body or any potential ‘weak spots’ you may have. I know how to not ‘crush’ anyone, not with this vessel.” “But not your name.” “No, I’m afraid not.” Reimu groans. --- ...It’s been a week since this youkai has been crashing in her worn-down shrine, this woman stuffed inside a box placed on top of her donation one. Barely the size of a suitcase, the full-figured fox girl was packed so tightly, her tails were bursting out the seams of the box. Sealed with four tags and markings, it appears that a well-versed onmyouji...or something more powerful was able to place her in her wooden prison. As to why they would leave it for her to deal with, she doesn’t know. The first day she got it, she spent almost all day figuring out how to unseal it. By the next, she regretted removing three of the seals, as the box began bouncing about the place, the fluff shifting over and over along the cracks. She tried to get rid of it the following day, but unleashing some kind of monster in the Forest of Magic sounds like a good way to get on the bad side of both the forest’s inhabitants and the Human Village. She barely had this shrine for all of a month, she doesn’t need a bunch of pissed-off youkai and men with pitchforks and muskets banging down her door! So she grabbed back the jumping box on the next day, left with a difficult decision on what to do with it. By sundown, she decided to remove the last sealing tag, prep her needles, and ready for her toughest challenge as a beginning shrine maiden yet… --- The fox woman grabs another chunk of fish off the shrine maiden’s plate, Reimu going for another semi-reluctant bite. She feels like she SHOULD mind being fed like this, especially by a youkai. But if her enemy is letting her gain her strength by her own hand, especially if she NEEDS to exorcise her, why should she stop her? Lettin’ your enemy make their own mistakes, or something like that? “H-hot!” Reimu screams, accidentally dropping an uneaten chunk of fish down her neck! She panics, kicking her legs underneath the youkai’s butt, her toes pressing into her crack! The youkai hops up in surprise at this, spilling her unopened plate onto ground a couple feet ahead of her…! “Oh…!” sighs the disappointed vulpine, after a couple seconds of silence. She turns towards Reimu. “See, your skin is so soft, so sensitive.” Reimu groans again, her cheeks red with heat, embarrassment, delight, and shame, all not necessarily in that order. The vulpine picks up Reimu’s plate off her tails, stands up, bends down, and begins collecting up her food off the ground. “Please give me a moment, Lady Hakurei. I can withstand not eating for a bit longer, but I would not let this fish stain your wood flooring.” The woman, with her white dress barely fitting her, all but moons the Hakurei as she begins to clean up the mess Reimu made. Only a small image on the lady’s backside piques Reimu’s interest in the youkai’s responsibilities... --- ...What she found was quite unexpected. Seven tails wrapped over a naked, sleeping woman with fox ears, the size of her breasts covering her face entirely. Several brandings cover her body all about, each one being unreadable to the shrine maiden. Her tight fit inside the box, for only the gods know how long, left imprints pressed onto her soft, pale skin, her short, blonde hair and all her fluff a mess, and even a pungent smell of urine imbued all around, probably a result of leaving her only half unsealed. And yet, the shrine maiden couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the woman, her hand armed with needles frozen against her chest as her mouth is left ajar. Even when the woman opens her eyes, the bright yellow irises glaring straight at the maiden, past the humongous breasts; even when she awakened the aura of fear that designates her youkai origins, that drains the will from the weak and empowers the beast; even when she twists and turns enough in her failed attempts to free herself from her wooden prison; the maiden does not attack. “Are you my master?” the beastly youkai asks, in a deadpan drone. “...H-huh? What?” asks the confused, intimidated maiden. “Answer.” “...No. I am Reimu Hakurei, maiden of the Hakurei clan, twentieth in line and far, far more powerful than you creature!” She sounds unsure at her own bravado. “...Erroneous. I am for the ‘Reimu Hakurei’ you speak of.” “H-huh?!” “Repeating: Are you my master: Reimu Hakurei?” “T-that is my name, dammit! Don’t toy with me, I’ll have you know that I have slain an entire legion of youkai just barely a couple of weeks ago! First job, too! So I’m certainly not a master of youkai! If you think one of you--” “Reimu Hakurei, my master” the youkai says, her voice slowly becoming less robotic, more motherly. “Please assist me out of this box, I cannot move.” “Hey! Let me finish, you! And...screw it, fine! I can take you, in or out a box!” Reimu digs her hand through the flesh of the youkai, until she can get a good grip on what she thinks is the youkai’s arm. She tugs, and tugs, and tuuuuuuggggsss, lifting the youkai little-by-little. The youkai keeps shimmying in sync with her, wanting to be free. She soon pops out of her box, landing on top of the shrine maiden, her breasts smushing on top of her master! “Mmmhmm! Goanmw! Ge-ge-get off, you-you-ungghh!!” No matter how hard the Hakurei tries to lift, the youkai outweighs all of Reimu’s middling physical strength! She soon rolls off of her and stands back up, letting Reimu catch her breath with a gaasssssp! Laying down, Reimu feels dwarfed by the sheer size of the youkai! It’s enough for her to finally feel her actual height: short and stubby! Several of her needles are stuck right into the youkai’s flesh, but the fox woman cares little at the minor inconvenience. She moves ahead and bends towards the box, looking at the clothes that laid below her. A pouch-looking white hat with yellow straps, a large white dress with purple frocks, and white, poofy socks with a blue top all lay in her hands, but she looks a little confused at this bunch, as if something important is missing… “He-ha-ha-HEY!” Reimu says, getting up off the floor, still panting and trying to catch her breath. She tosses some more needles towards the fox, as she stares in the box, looking for what is missing. They land in her back, causing her to flinch a little, enough to kick over the box! “Stop ignoring me already! I don’t deal with youkai tricks! Now either get fightin’, get exorcised, or leave!” “Aha!” the fox exclaims! One last article of clothing was left underneath the box, it probably fell out her arms. She bends down, picking it up with two fingers-- “Oh…” Only to realize it's just a large pair of white bloomers, stained with her yellow execretions. “Is that really everything?” Ti-Tic-Tick! Some more needles fly into the fox’s backside, nearly causing her to drop her collection of clothing again. Reimu keeps her distance away from the fox, taking a battle stance with needles laying all between her knuckles! “I’m going to keep doing this until you go away or get exorcised, you know! These are sealing needles! ...Not good ones, cheap bastards down in the town ripped me off… But needles nonetheless!” “I mean you no harm, Lady Hakurei. I was sent here to assist you.” “By who!?” “...?” The fox tilts her head. “Hello?! By whom?!” “I do not know.” “Ugh, so what, you were just born inside a box put on my doorstep or something?!” “No, I don’t bel--” “Don’t answer that, that’s rhetorical! ...Bet you don’t even know what that means…” “Rhetorical: meaning of--” “ALSO DON’T ANSWER THAT, DAMMIT!” The fox nods her head, remaining silent. She awaits for her next question. “...Can you fight?” The fox takes a moment to think over, her tails swivel over the ground. “I suppose I can, defending you is part of my duty.” “No, I mean fight me already. Again, I don’t like how many youkai do some weird trick or song-n’-dance and just waste my precious time. I rather get everything done so I can...uhh...you know...stare at the sun in my pond...or clean up around here!” “I won’t fight you, Lady Hakurei, but I can certainly clean for you. And I would request if I can use your pond so I can wash my clothes.” “What, n--” Reimu gets a whiff of the smell starting to come off the fox and her clothes. She pinches her nose, not taking heed of the needles she’s dropping doing so, as she says “Gods, fine! Yuck, smell like a barnyard animal.” “Thank you so much, Lady Hakurei.” With a curtsy, the fox begins to walk past the Hakurei, towards the back of the shrine. She lets the smell of stagnant water guide her. Reimu stands aside, beginning to get angry at the youkai acting like she owns the place, before realizing letting her fight stinking like that would only make the shrine maiden lose. “Hey! Take and wash this stupid box, too, dammit! I don’t want your crap stinking up my shrine!” She picks up and rushes towards the fox woman with the box, getting a good look at her behind with all its glory… --- “Ran.” “...Hmm…? You said something, Lady Hakurei?” “Your name, it's Ran.” The fox woman called Ran stops in her tracks, stopping herself from picking up her meal. “Oh, you dubbed thee Ran? I’ll take time to memorize that, just give me a moment or so. If I may ask, why do you call me that?” “It’s on your underwear, dummy!” “H-huh?” "Right on your big butt, right cheek! It’s sewn on your underwear. Ran!” It’s true! It’s tiny, but right on the right cheek is a purple embroidery of the name of its oversized owner, Ran. Ran grabs herself, trying to feel for it, until she is able to feel up the letters. Reimu’s glare intensifies. “Oh! How could I miss that?! ...Are you sure it isn’t supposed to be ‘Brand’, like your human products are sometimes called?” “What, don’t like the name Ran, foxy? Hehehe…!” “I don’t mind it, I am happy to be called whatever you like. I just want to make sure that is what you want me to be called, and not just you making an assumption.” “I don’t make ‘ass-sump-she-ons’! My stuff is calculated, so when I’m right, I’m right! Unless you want me to call you somethin’ like ‘Miss Big Butt’ or ‘Poopy Fox’!” For once, the fox woman looks miffed. Reimu assumes she didn’t like that, a smug grin growing on her face. “I choose to internalize Ran, then,” she says, just a little petulantly. Ran rubs her right temple, like she needs to store her own name in her brain, or whatever youkai use. Reimu just keeps looking at Ran’s behind as she wiggles it, tracking it with her head. “Okay!” Ran exclaims. “I will now respond to Ran by you, Lady Hakurei. The other...titles you called me are stored as nicknames and/or disciplinary name calls. Are there any additional names you would like to refer to me, as? Middle and/or last names?” “...Uhh…” Reimu continues to tilt her head, even after Ran stops shaking her rump. The grin goes away as Ran stays still, waiting for a response from her. “Lady Hakurei?” “Ah, shoot! Sorry, was distracted. Yeah, I don’t see any other names, just Ran.” “Oh… Do you have any suggestions?” Reimu thinks to herself. She does NOT want to give any youkai her last name. The Hakurei clan...isn’t something she is 100% sure about their achievements or skills, but she believes they are prestigious enough that giving their name to a youkai. “No, I got nothing. I’m fine with Ran, you’re fine with Ran, so let’s stick with Ran.” “Okay, Lady Hakurei.” Ran picks up her food and takes it back to the kitchen. She returns with a towel to clean up the crumbs and fish juice off the floor, resuming her shaking. Reimu’s grin returns for the brief moment. With her sake starting to take effect and a red hue beginning to glaze over her face, Reimu begins to hatch an idea. She takes her hand and slowly approaches Ran’s rear. The youkai has to be powerful enough to take a little grab, and even if she takes a great offense, enough to fight back, she can handle herself, right? Slowly. Slowly… Let the heat of the fox’s ass caress her hand before she caresses the rump… And then… “Hmm? Lady Hakurei?” “Gah, eh, wah!” Reimu, reaching over towards Ran, falls off her futon and onto the floor! “Owowow… Bid muh tongoo…!” “Oh no! Hang on, let me see it, let’s see if it’s bleeding!” Before she can say no, Ran opens Reimu’s mouth and inspects her tongue. She sees a couple of bite marks imbedded, a trickle of blood running down. Wiping it with her thumb, she says “It’s okay, it’s not too much blood, Lady Hakurei. I’ll see if there’s something cold you can put in your mouth, something that can help it heal.” Ran licks her bloody thumb with her own tongue, that which Reimu could swear looked salaciously. Like she’s literally enjoying her pain as it run downs her healthy gullet. “Uh cun do th--” mumbles Reimu, before spitting out the fox woman’s fingers from her mouth. “I can do t’at myself. Ow…” Reimu decides to, once again, carve another hole in reality to grab another bottle of alcohol, this time peach wine, out from her ice box out the kitchen, along with a couple of ice chips. A small cooler, another one of her few pieces of furniture, that was left by the freeloaders that infested her home before she barged on in and removed all the pesky youkai. Why they have an icebox, how they maintained it, what men they managed to rob and/or murder for all the alcohol, she will never know or bother to ask those questions. All she cares about right now is swallowing down the ice chips to cool down her tongue, before she swigs some more alcohol. “Lady Hakurei, please don’t consume any more alcohol,” Ran says, a look of worry plastered on her. Reimu stops chugging down her drink and says “It’s fine, I’m just numbing the pain. Look, it’sa already workin’. Don’t feel a thing!” A dribble of spit and blood runs down her chin, before she resumes drinking. “I...understand that, but still. You barely ate your fish, and you have already finished a bottle already.” Reimu finishes the bottle before saying “Phaw! No I didn’t, this is my first one I finished~! The other one still got a bit in it!” Ran looks towards the bottle, giving it a scan over. “60 milliliters left… If I cared not for your well-being, I would say that’s mostly backwash at that point, and take pleasure in watching you drink your own saliva.” “And t’ats the best parrt~!” “You are already slurring, Lady Hakurei. You drink fast, but I don’t think your body can handl--” “Wha, you callin’ me a lightweight!?” “I am not insulting, only stating a truth.” Reimu pouts. “I ain’t no lightweight! I’ve been drinking ever since I was born! --Hic!--” “And sate my curiosity, when would that be, Lady Hakurei?” “One, two months ago~! Who cares, drinking is in my blood, as much as stopping you-kai bad-guys and-and more drinking!” The room begins to spin about Reimu. Perhaps the peach wine was stronger than she thought, perhaps she really is a lightweight. Either way, the shrine maiden struggles to stand on her own two feet. “H-hey, Ran, hold me. Don’t-don’t feel so hot.” Ran holds the tipsy girl against her voluptuous body. She holds Reimu’s stomach as she leads her back to the futon, feeling all the wine sloshing within. “You imbibed too much, Lady Hakurei. Maybe some more fish can help soak up the alcohol. I’ll even give you mine’s, just take it easy.” “NooooOoooo~. No more fish, I will throw up if you give me more...” “I doubt it, and even then, it will probably get rid of all the wine in your gut as well.” Ran grabs Reimu’s plate off the floor. “Now, say ‘Ahhh’.” Without much to do, Reimu only just opens her mouth as piece after piece of smoked salmon is fed by her fox guardian. She even takes the extra mile of helping her chew. Munch, munch, chew; munch, munch, chew . Reimu’s mouth is stuffed to the brim with fish. Her throat feels like a river; her stomach, the basin all that salmon wish to rest in. The half-a-footlong salmon is soon devoured by the shrine maiden. She doesn’t feel any more sober, but she does feel filled. Her stomach begins to swell, giving an unsightly, fleshy appearance on the girl’s thin, frail frame. She rests her eyes, waiting for her stomach to settle. She reopens them by the time Ran comes out the kitchen with her piece of salmon, ready to begin feeding once again. “Ran, please~. I’m --hic, urp!-- full…,” groans the shrine maiden. “Just a little more, Lady Hakurei. I wouldn’t want you awakening with some kind of hangover.” “I-I’m pretty sure that’s-that’s --BELCH!!-- oh, gods…” The stench of fish oil blasting out of the maiden’s mouth burns her own nostrils. “That’s not how it works…” “Maybe, maybe not. It is still healthier to offset the 1500ml of wine you drank in two hours with some food. I wish there was more clean water available in this house, that could also help.” “D-did I really drank that much?? Whhhoooaaa... --Hic, BELCH!!--!” “Yes, ‘whoa’ indeed. The salmon was undersized, approximately six kilograms compared to the standard nine. I would want to make sure you get a healthy amount.” Reimu worries for her gut as another piece begins to reach her mouth. “Wai-wait… Isn’t that from the floor?” “...Ah, you are right. This was knocked down. ...I apologize, I was going to make you ill. I should eat this, and find something more suitable for you to eat.” Crisis averted for the shrine maiden, at least for now. She rubs her stomach as Ran forces the salmon down her own throat. She eats the entire fish in two bites, a feat that would impress the brunette-haired maiden, if it didn’t sicken her to think about eating any more than she already had. ‘ Youkai…,’ she begrudges to herself. Laying down on her side, spreading her legs over the fox woman’s lap, she wonders to herself as the room around her begins to spin slightly more rapidly. The two stay in silence for quite a while, long enough for the sun to drift from the horizon and the moon to rise above the forest’s skyline. Reimu finds herself drifting in-and-out of sleep as her liver processes all the alcohol she’s drunk. Ran continues to use her tails to keep Reimu warm, rubbing the maiden’s distended gut all the while. Reimu continues her thinking, lost in a drunken trance, as she begins to pump her legs and shiver in her seat, as her mind begins to fall deeper and deeper into a hole of illicit thoughts and lewd imagery... ...The shaking of her rear-end, the licking of her spit and blood, the crushing of her legs with her hot body… Reimu shifts in her seat, her thin thighs burn against each other under her tights... She lowers her hands towards her most unmentionable place, dipping her finger in her most unholiest of spots, to help “assist” her in “unraveling the mystery of the flirty, lewd fox youkai.” She feels hot, heavy, a pressure rising within her, spreading throughout her burning body… She just needs an extra push, another “assistant”, another one to satisfy her “curiosity”, her “hunger”, her…”lust”... “Lady Hakurei? Lady Hakurei?!” yells Ran in concern! It’s enough for Reimu to be shocked back into reality, causing her to roll back off the futon! Not as hard as last time, but still enough to break her out her stupor. “Lady Hakurei, you look like you are burning up! Are you breaking into a fever?! Are you ill?!” Reimu doesn’t feel confident enough to answer that she is far from sick. Hammered for sure, but not sick. She only lays limp on the floor, letting the fox woman pick her up off of it in a bridal carry. Reimu wraps her arms around Ran’s neck, pressing her face directly into her large breasts. “I-I’m fine, you-you-you dummy fox…,” she finally manages to mutter. “I need...I am just-just thirsty… Really... REEALLLYY thirsty...” “I don’t approve of you having more alcohol, Lady Hakurei.” “No, no, no more of ttt--hic--tthhaaat… Need… m…” “Say that again?” Reimu groans as she tries to resist blurting out the first thing in her hazy, drunken, lust-filled mind. “--stmilk…” “Milk? I-I don’t think you have any of that in your cooler... I think I can run to the Village, but I don’t want to leave you alone…” Reimu feels like she salvaged that, narrowly avoiding a disaster. She chuckles to herself… “Juussst...just take me there...and there we get...milk…” “Are you sure? Isn’t a bad idea to--” “GO GET MILK~! Just-just take me --hic!-- there now and don’t-don’t be seen...” Ran is certainly nervous about doing so. She knows where the village is, even for a youkai with no memory like her. It’s practically impossible to miss, with it being illuminated by the numerous lights, to scare away the youkai that feed off the humans’ collective fears of the dark. And it's easy for her to hide in plain sight, she doesn’t even need a disguise for the humans to not notice her by way of her own powers. But to be carrying a human to it, especially the Hakurei Maiden about… If they are caught together, it could cause a panic, or worse… Still, her master has commanded, and she can only resist her desires for so long before she’s compelled to obey. Her nature obliges her to… So she takes the drunkard of a shrine maiden with her, still holding her neck, still smushing her face directly into her breast, as she rushes outside with her socks and hops along the trees. Her power of flight, a skill amongst powerful youkai and magicians, is limited. Not as much as the maiden, but limited enough that even going between the shrine at the top of the hill in the forest and the Human Village is both more exhausting and slower than just rushing through the treelines. Pushing off trunks and gliding through the air is just faster, maybe even funner, for her, though she is taking care to hold the maiden tightly, make sure she doesn’t fall off along the ride. She is receptive to her concerns, as she wraps her legs around the woman, smushing her body deeper into the youkai’s flesh, and even going as far as biting down on the white cloth around her enormous breasts. What she doesn’t know is that the Maiden embracing her so tightly, so snuggly, so intimately, is not because of a fear of falling off. All the jostling and bumping, the constant up and down motion of going through the forest at mach speed is doing havoc on her lower organs, more specifically, her bladder. All those drinks, all that lust within her, is starting to fill and swell it, place more and more pressure within it. By the time the duo have arrived on the outskirts of the forest, it has grown from a noticeable urge to a begrudging concern… --- Perched on a treetop, the youkai scouts out the perimeter of the village. Once she caught her breath, Ran says “We’ve arrived, Lady Hakurei.” Reimu pulls her face out of the youkai’s chest meat. “O-okay, lemme-lemme just…You stay here, I can-can just walk to the store…” “H-hang on, you shouldn’t be walking! You could trip and hurt yourself!” “Annnnd I will trip, who cares, not I!” “It is my duty to care.” "And miiiines to not~. Now, put me down. Pretty pleaaaaaaaase?” Ran holds onto Reimu tighter, before the compulsion to obey forces her to climb on down and let her go. Little Miss Hakurei woozily waltzes towards the town, looking for a little corner store she knows she can buy from. She’s only been in town for a relatively short time, but she has a good knowledge of all the dirt roads and dark corners of the Human Village. A town growing, if not in population, definitely in technology, the many wooden stores and homes, each one growing in height every year. All have their thatch roofs replaced with brick. Large glass window panes give everyone a candid view into any storefront during their opening hours. Lampposts litter about the perimeter and every intersection, their white lights discouraging both criminal and supernatural activities. And a great wooden wall around the town is beginning to be erected, as one final deterrent against the hostile mobs waiting to barge in and kidnap a wayward soul... Thud! DDripp!! And sometimes a boozy shrine maiden, but that is more a fringe benefit. Having tripped over some of the foundational studs, Reimu picks herself up and dusts herself off. Having not equipped back on her standard uniform, she begins to worry about her aching bladder. The trip causes her to leak a few heavy droplets, but nothing that her black tights can’t cover up! It even relieves just the tiniest bit of pressure, turning her concern back into an urge. Rubbing the lower end of her stomach, she marches forward with no shame. Confident she can find her own way, even with the world constantly tilting and whirling in her vision, she takes zero heed to the odd stares and occasional jeer from the number of villagers who haven’t retreated to their homes for the night yet. The villagers need a protector, not a role model, so she is under no obligation to obey their dress codes, their alcohol drinking limitations, or their other standards of modesty! Well, unless she wants to use one of their bathrooms or chamber pots, but that’s not currently that dire an issue. It takes a good while of walking, enough to slightly sober up the sloshed shrine maiden, to find the corner store she was looking for. One of the few places in the village to still be open this late at night, she walks on in the opening of the store. Stacks of glass bottles and rows of iceboxes are layered about the mini-mart. A sleepy shopkeeper runs the register, her head already laying on the wooden, polished countertop. And a multitude of signs, all advertising other shops and products in the area. It all still is a little overwhelming for the shrine maiden, a constant reminder at the level of progress the village has made, a level of progress her ancestors have done nothing to warn her about or train her for. It is unnatural to the maiden, someone that finds comfort to old-fashioned ways and old-fashioned methods. Her anxiety puts another layer of pressure on top of her aching bladder, turning her concern into an annoying issue. Loosely holding her crotch with a hand and slightly shimmying her hips, she scurries about the store. She realizes, past her drunken state, that she doesn’t want anything from the store. She doesn’t really want anything to drink from here, all of it is just reminding her about her growing need. If she does want to drink anything, it would be from the breasts of the youkai she felt too stubborn and ashamed to admit her lust to. Still, she already is here, so she might as well grab something... She can at least get some more alcohol for her own icebox, maybe some fruit or other food. If she is going to get stuffed by that stupid fox, she might as well get stuffed with anything but more fish. And of course, milk. She doesn’t even like milk like that, a possible explanation as to her below-average height. But she said she will get milk, and so she will get milk! ...BUYING all those goods is out of the question. Exorcism is a service that is reliant on donations, not a salary, and suffice to say, the people here aren’t all too keen on donating their hard-earned food and money towards the starving maiden. Of course, being a Hakurei does give one other perks, such as a quick and easy five-finger discount! Knowing where all her goods are and that the shopkeeper is too out-of-it to realize her dubious plans, Reimu leaves the store, rounds a corner, and preps herself. All she has to do is scratch the air once more and place her fist into the breach of reality. Reimu isn’t sure when, where, or even WHAT this ability is. Her ancestors haven’t taught her it, nor she has any knowledge that any previous Hakurei have access to a short-range teleport. All she knows is that, when she cleared out the shrine and slept in it for the first day, she awoke with her arm dipping into the floor and the power to connect two points together. But why would she question it? Reimu is not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially one that lets her get free food and drink! Or...a free plate…? Looks expensive, but it’s not food. She puts that back. A...free...child’s toy? Some kind of rattle? She keeps that, might be fun to mess with. A free...small cube of watermelon…? At least this one is food, but she wanted the cantaloupe…. She smashes it on the ground in front of her and eats the pieces not covered in dirt, letting the wet fruit slide down her throat. Reimu is sure she had the distance correct. She rubs her head, buzzing with alcohol. She has a short range with her power, and she can’t really look inside the gap all too well. Her aim is probably off, and it doesn’t help that she is struggling to focus with her ailing bladder. Taking a deep breath, she plunges her hand back into the breach. At this point, she just wants the milk. ...Bag of salt. Ew, no. ...Fish bait. EW! NO! ...An orange. ...Something down below is telling her no more wet fruit. She’ll keep it for later, at least. ...More sake. ...Something up above is telling her no more alcohol, but she tells that organ to stuff it. She keeps the bottle and takes a number of swigs, not like anyone can stop her. Phaw…! ...She’s starting to get a stomachache, and it's not from the guilt or alcohol. She’s trying to figure out what are her limits with this power, and abuse of it does seem to exhaust her. It’s what she gets for not putting it on a spell card, but those are much too flashy and nowhere near as convenient as a short range power. Perhaps it's putting some kind of kegare, some kind of impurity, right in her soul, and it's making her sick to her stomach, she thinks. Her ancestors have warned her about mysterious phenomena beyond the likes of youkai, magic, man-made advancements, and other things they cannot explain. She must be vigilant against such ill intentions, for they can lead to both her’s and the Human Village’s destruction. Graooww… That, or it might cause her to throw up... In either case, she’ll just do it twice more, get the milk, and go before she leaves too much of a mess. First plunge...and she gets her milk bottle! She opens the cap and sniffs it, letting the somewhat fresh smell of it brings joy to her nostril. She could head out now, before her bladder becomes too much to deal with. She feels like it's starting to bulge, much like the fish from earlier. But she said she’ll do it twice over, and she hoped she could get lucky and grab another bottle of sake! It’s quick and easy! Just as she likes it! All she has to do is go down and… ...Get..some kind of underwear… She wonders what is this, as it doesn’t look like any kind of undergarment she’s familiar with. Beige, a cutesy pattern with some kind of animal (dog, maybe?), several stripes, MUCH thicker than any fundoshi she’s worn, and it’s about her size... She could always use more clothes, she thinks… D-drip drip!! And a replacement for her own underwear at this point…! She gathers her things and rushes out of town! With how she is dressed, there’s no way anyone would let her use their bathroom! Not that it matters, she only trusts her little chamber pot at her shrine. She tried to use those things once, early on in her tenure as a shrine maiden. She couldn’t go, no matter how much she wanted to, and the noise from pressing the plunger on the toilet by accident scared her right off the toilet and straight into a wall, causing her to piss herself all over her clothes! She’ll stick with the classics, thank you very much! Despite growing drunker than she was entering the place, she manages to find herself back at Ran's hiding spot quickly. By that time, she’s shaking her rear as much as Ran was, as her bladder is starting to grow into an emergency, with her stomach following right along. She’s starting to think that fish oil runs through her fast, faster with impurity within her system. “Move, Ran, let’s go-go~!” Reimu shouts towards Ran, throwing her goods into the fluff of Ran’s tails, hopping into her arms. “Yes, Lady Hakurei!” The duo rush out, venturing through the forest. Reimu gradually clings onto her fox’s body tighter and tighter, much tighter than she was holding on the trip towards them. She feels sick, the world is spinning much faster than before, the quicker speed and rougher ride is doing all kinds of damage to her continence. Even if she closes her eyes, the chilly wind and bouncing is overwhelming her! When they are halfway, it’s all too much for the shrine maiden’s stomach! “Ran, stop! STOP!” she shouts! “Lady Hakurei?!” “PUT ME DOWN, PUT ME --URP! UGWHA!” Ran comes to a stop and drops to the ground, the impact being the straw that broke the camel’s back for the Hakurei Maiden. She drops out of the fox’s arms and lands on her thin butt, providing zero padding against the cold floor of the floors! “HURK! AURGH!” Dropping to all fours, Reimu dry heaves between the legs of Ran. She tries to push something out, but nothing comes! But she feels sick, she knows she is sick, so why isn’t anything com--! PffffftrrrRRR RAAAPP! Pssshhh!! Oh… That’s why… At least she didn’t throw up... A small, brow, wet mess is parked right in the back of the maiden’s tights. It’s sticky, it’s gross, and she hates how it's clinging right on her ass! She hates how the force caused her to urinate alongside it, yellow starting to rain down her legs! She hates how, despite relieving her pressure a good deal, she still feels like her gut and bladder has enough to leave even a bigger accident! “Hic...Hic! Mmfmmf..! ...D-dammit, dammit…!” And she hates how it's causing her to cry like a child! “Lady Hakurei…?” Ran says, softly. She lowers herself to Reimu’s level and places her hands on the maiden’s shoulders. I...It’s okay, we-we can clean up back at the shrine… Okay?” Reimu nods rapidly, shaking tears, dirt, snot, and sake all over the place. Ran helps Reimu take off the rest of her clothes. She uses them to somewhat wipe her down, enough that they both can feel comfortable with carrying her. Taking off her hat, Ran places all the messy clothes into it like a bag, tying it closed, and throwing it into her tails, the fluff able to carry a wide variety of not-so bulky items. She picks up Reimu, this time holding her like a babe, so she can keep her lower ends warm. The maiden doesn’t argue, only her frustrated tears and drunken mumbling tell everything Ran needs to hear. Before they resume dashing through the trees, Reimu does ask for one request: “Ran. Can we fly?” “Huh? Yes, I can fly, for a short time. It’s not fast, but…” “Do that… I don’t-don’t want to bounce… My head --sniff, hic!-- is spinning…” “...Yes, Lady Hakurei.” Ran takes to the air, above the treeline. She moves slowly, closer to gliding than straight flight. But it's much more comfortable to the shrine maiden. It lets her drunken self imagine herself flying through the air, much like her ancestors. She doesn’t understand why she lacks this ability, almost completely, and pondering it only brings more tears and sobs to her face. She just buries her face into Ran’s chest, let the alcohol continue to flow through her system, have her bladder begin to fill back up, and enjoys the slow trip back to the shrine. --- Ran takes Reimu above the roof of the shrine, towards the back, to which the stagnant pond is located. She slowly lays the naked maiden into the pool, so she can wash herself. However, as she lets go and watches her close by, Reimu begins to slink under the water! She quickly pulls her up, Reimu shivering greatly. “Lady Hakurei, can you move?! Were you asleep?!” Reimu shakes her head. Moving feels too troublesome. Her head feels too smashed to bits, her body feels too heavy, her willpower having run dry. She feels drunk, drained, even defeated, despite not having fought a single creature or phenomena, other than her losing battle against her own needs. And it wants a round two, one she doesn’t have the strength to either oblige or win against. “Would you like me to wash you? You look tired,” Ran says, a great amount of concern on her face. Reimu nods. Ran holds Reimu above the surface and uses one of her tails as a cloth, wetting it up and using it to wipe down the Hakurei Maiden. Reimu can only turl about, making sure that Ran doesn’t miss a spot. With a bar of cheap soap she pilfered before, Reimu is soaped up and soaked down enough that all the dirt is wiped clean. She is soon pulled back out and placed on the grass to dry, as Ran takes the time to take out her hat-bag of clothes and begin to wash all of that. She even takes the time to strip down her clothes, having been somewhat soiled by Reimu, and cleans those as well, leaving her as nude as Reimu. It gives enough time for Reimu to gather enough strength to pick herself back up slightly. She still feels prone to another accident, her gut groaaaannnnin g, her bladder smashing against her belly. But her head feels too heavy to search for her chamber pot. She tries to push herself, just finish herself right on the grass here, but nothing comes. Frustrated, she lays back down and stares towards Ran’s rear, that which is hovering right above where she lies. She preps herself and takes her wet arm, pressing it against Ran’s raw, peach-like butt. “Soft…,” she’s able to mumble, before having to let go, as Ran turns to around, inquisitive. “Yes, Lady Hakurei? Do you need me?” She doesn’t appear to acknowledge the grasp, just taking it as another call for her attention and nothing more. “I...need something… Out your tails…” “Your bottle of milk?” “Not...not just that… Come closer, a little.” Ran sits behind the Hakurei Maiden, lowering her tails on top of the layabout. Reimu rustles through, pulling out the bottle of milk...and the strange undergarment. She’s tired of being butt-naked, the grass is starting to make her itch. “Ran… Can you --hic!-- help me put this on?” asks Reimu. Ran turns about and looks towards Reimu. She looks a little shocked at the undergarment, knowing what it is. “Isn’t that a diaper? Aren’t those for little humans?” Reimu takes a good glance at what she has in her hands, before shrugging. “I-I don’t care, I need clothes, I don’t like being naked…” “Why did you buy that, though, Lady Hakurei? You could have bought normal underwear. I’m pretty sure the village still makes fundoshis and bloomers, they haven’t gone completely with those silk panties you don't seem to like.” “Accident… Just-just took it, wasn’t thinking…” Ran tilts her head, utterly confused. “I’m baaaaaaaaaad~” Ran takes a moment to think about what she has said, and then sighs. “You’re using your power over gaps to steal things, aren’t you? I was wondering how you were buying things without your wallet.” “Just food… And sake… and this thing, I guess…” “Well, if you're gonna act like a little scamp, might as well dress like one.” Ran obliges Reimu’s request, lifting her legs and placing the cloth diaper around her. It’s a rather modern creation for the village, something a more sober shrine maiden would be against wearing, on a much different principle than being potty-trained. With its soft padding, vibrant designs, and easy-to-clean material, it would be a great help for the many children running about the place. The size she got it at, however, was made for a more...older client, possibly a custom-order she filched away from them. Whoever it's made for is a mystery that can be resolved another day, but as for now, it fits just right on her thin frame, if snuggly. Sealed with a pin, the small-chested shrine maiden is now donning a diaper. “There,” says Ran, with quite a pout. “That should keep you a little dressed for the time being. Now let’s get to bed, our clothes need to dry.” “Bed~?” “Yes, it’s late. You barely can move. And you’re drunk. You need to sleep off all that alcohol, you little boozehound. Don’t think I didn’t saw that bottle of sake you placed in my tail.” Reimu opens her mouth to argue, but nothing comes out. She doesn’t really have an argument. She only pouts, frowns, and huddles into herself. “Thank you for listening.” Ran picks up the maiden, pressing her nude body against her own. She walks towards the maiden’s bedroom, or what amounts to it. It’s a shabby room, with only a small tarp for a bed and no windows. “I apologize for the insult, Lady Hakurei. It was uncalled for, calling you a ‘boozehound’. I’m just worried about your drinking habits.” “I don’t have a lot to drink…” “You could always steal...BUY healthier things. Maybe some clean drinking water, for starters.” “Water doesn’t taste goooood…It’s bitter… And everything else is expensive...” “And sake isn’t?” “It is...But it makes me feel like a Hakurei.” “Resolving Incidents is what makes you a Hakurei, not drinking unhealthy amounts of alcohol.” “...Maybe…” Ran places Reimu down on her bed, kneeling with her. She feels her forehead. “Doesn’t look like you have a fever, so you are just exhausted.” She then presses a finger against her stomach. “You worked off the fish, it looks like. Did you happen to filch some food too? Your stomach should be 3% less taut between digestion, running about the place, and...well, ‘doing your business’ there.” “...Yeah, I ate some melon…” “That’s good! You had anything else?” “...Sake…” “...Did you happen to drink your milk?” Reimu stays silent, only smacking her lips. She gazes towards Ran’s tits, swinging in the air like pendulums. Each one bigger than either of the women’s heads, plusher and riper than any fruit she ate that day. She can only mumble a “...No…”, completely fixated on the kitsune’s breasts. “Can you say that again…?” Ran leans closer, wanting to listen to Reimu better. This only agitates the maiden’s lustful desires, the fox’s breasts grazing against her skin. She can’t help but to begin pumping her legs again. Reimu only mumbles, this time quieter, completely incomprehensible, even to the fox’s sharp ears. It forces Ran to lean even closer, placing her ear right next to Reimu’s face, her massive mammaries pressing right against her A-cups... “Lady Hakurei, I beg you. Please speak up.” “...It wasn’t yours…” “...Huh?” Reimu props herself up, a glare of lust directed right towards the fox. “I said it wasn’t your milk~!” With that, she tackles the fox youkai, barely able to knock her down! She clamps down on her breasts with great force, enough to pop the fox’s inverted nipples right out, as she begins to suck on down on them like a vacuum! Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck! Ran is left in shock, trying to run all the calculations in her youkai mind as to what’s causing the maiden’s sudden shift in demeanor! But the more the maiden sucks, the more the fox’s mind begins to blur over in pleasure, unlike any she’s felt before! Wrapping her body and all seven of her tails around the lithe maiden, she presses her tighter into her and begins to rock back and forth letting her mind drift away. Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck…! Suck…! Suck… Just as Ran’s mind begins to completely clear, Reimu stops suckling. She presses her face into her breasts, a look of beguilement left on in. “N-nothing’s coming out…” she says, depressed. Ran, drooling, stumbles over her words, trying to say “I-I-I am so, so, sorrrrryyy, La-Lady Reimu. Thi-this vessel… it doesn’t lac-lactate... Were I t-to know this is what you wanted, I would have...tried to figure out how to sta-start it….” “Start it noooooowww~!!” “K-keep suckling, dear…! I feel something!” Ran guides Reimu to her other breast, trying to balance out all the pain and pleasure she feels. Once again, she begins to nuzzle, nibble, and suck down her nipple, hoping to taste any kind of youkai nectar! Ran presses Reimu against her even tighter, giving her no choice but to suck down even the air inside her tit if she wants to breathe! Taking one of her tails, she runs it under Reimu’s diapered crotched, and pushes straight into it! She rubs it, trying to force the girl to suck down her breast even faster! Suck-suck! Suck-suck! Suck-suck!! Reimu can only lean her head up, with how tight Ran is compressing her. She feels her bladder and bowel can barely take anymore! She can’t even hold herself, with her arms tied straight into the fleshy body of the youkai! If Ran had any ill-intents, Reimu is completely helpless against them! Suck-suck-suck! Suck-suck-suck! “R-ran, I can’t-I can’t…! Nothing’s….nothing’s coming…!” “P-please, k-keeping going, I-I’m almost there…!” “So...so thirsty…~” “H-hang on, I have --pant pant-- I have an idea…!” Ran, still holding onto Reimu, still feeling up her diapered privates by her tails, rushes out her room! Her bouncy run pushes her breasts straight into Reimu’s face, smothering her deeper, breaking any focus she has in keeping her toilet needs in check! Drip!! Drip!! Reimu can’t see where Ran is taking her. Only when the nippy wind hits her back she realizes she is back outside, where the stagnant pond lies below the shining moon. The fox woman leans down, grabbing the white bottle of milk above her. Pressing Reimu even tighter against her, removing any air she has gathered, she slowly pours the milk down her breasts! Suck-suck-suck-suck-suck! Reimu has no choice but to suck, catching the milk as it is drained down her breast and into her face! She feels so elated, like she is on another level of pleasure! Her mind is growing blanker, blacker, as she finds it harder and harder to breathe! She wishes this moment can last forever~! Suck-suck-suck-suck-suck-suck-suck!! Suck-suck-suck!! Suck-suck…!! “G-g- GRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!! ” yells Ran, in a beastly like roar! She collapses, falling on back, her legs having turned to jelly! Reimu would join her in her release, having climaxed herself, but with no wind, no power, no energy left, she can only faint straight into her chest! Drip!! Drip!! Pssshhhh!! PSHHHHHH!! Ran feels a warm heft beginning to grow on her torso. Slowly taking a hand, she feels Reimu’s diaper as it begins to grow heavier and heavier on her. With no power to resist, Reimu completely relieves herself, filling her diaper with a torrent of liquid! Ran, glassy-eyed, only holds her tighter, whispering into her ear, “Relax… Do what you need to do, Reimu…” Taking that cue, and with her bulging stomach collapsing into Ran’s, Reimu can only grunt and groans as she releases her bowls. A few pftts, frummmp, plop, plop, plops later, she’s completely emptied out. Her diaper is filled, not quite to the brim, but enough to have a noticeable look. What was beige is now brown. No smell comes out, showcasing the resilience of the protective undergarment, but Ran still takes the time and the last of her energy to use her tails, disrobe Reimu of it, toss it aside, and wipe her and herself down. Ran stares up towards the sky, the crescent moon hovering above. Reimu sleeps soundly, completely drained from the last few hours’ events. Ran gets up, carrying her master back inside the shrine, to her room. She takes a bit of a faux-pas for a youkai like her and sleeps with her, making sure that Reimu has ample warmth to sleep for a long, uninterrupted time... Reimu dreams a blissful dream. Where she is a great and powerful master priestess. The people love her, the youkai respect her, all is well in her land. She is no longer her shrimpy, weak-bodied self, but a woman blessed with a Venus-like figure, each humongous curve representing her deific power. She sits on top of her Yin-Yang Orb, holding all of her massive power and weight with immense fortitude. Along her side lies her right-hand, a woman whose face is blocked by several of her tails. All nine whirl about the place, a few caressing her full womb, a couple others caressing her master lovingly. Two small girls, one in a witch’s hat that’s brim shield’s her eyes from the bright sun, the other with twin cat masks, lovingly tackles into their ladies. A girl, who’s neck and face are covered by a great snake, comes to them for assistance, to free her from her binds. Many others, man, youkai, and other phenomena alike, bow behind the green-haired girl, ready for the leading Hakurei to resolve all their issues. She feels ready to take on anything...
  18. Time was running short... Spy ascended the spiral hallway with his gun ready, checking each end of a corridor to make sure the cost was clear... meanwhile on F-Scout's end... She trudged on with her two hands still between her legs, clenching as hard as she could. After her reunion with Spy, she started thinking bad, to worst case scenarios... ...She thought that right next to her friend, she'd just end up letting her golden juices spew all over the floor, as it would envelop her crotch, right behind Spy... She blushed just thinking about it. Spurt after spurt of hot piss trickled between her, she was very close to losing her "inner fight" as she struggled up the spiraling steps. Eventually they got to a room with boxes, some pills and ammo. Spy checked the surroundings at the back of the ajar door to find no one. He signaled F-Scout to follow (or waddle in this case). F-Scout moved along behind him as they moved to the balcony area entrance. Then out of nowhere.............. All of RED team cam from almost every possible entrance in the room, the pit passage, the outside, even the spawn room. It was an ambush!!! Quickly, just before the gunfire began to spread, Spy pushed F-Scout out of the way to the balcony (He didn't want to do it, since it would cause some serious damage to her bladder... but he couldn't think of any other way in time). F-Scout looked behind her as she fell on her back to see two horrifying things... Another huge leak escape her panties, and Spy getting torn to shreds by gunfire, and projectiles. F-Scout was speechless... the combination of seeing her friend die, and the fact that another spew of pee making the big enough stain bigger, made F-Scout start crying a bit... for years, F-Scout has never cried for anything... but memories began to come back to her... for it wasn't Spy's death alone that made her weep (she knew he'd just respawn anyways)... It made her remember the most tragic moment of her life... the murder of her parents. When F-Scout was just a little girl (before that name being given to her, her original name was [This information has been terminated, along with the person who wrote this]), she lived a peaceful life with her family in Boston. She played Baseball as a hobby, she loved her parents, and everything was just swell... until... One night, the house F-Scout lived in was being robbed. The windows smashed open, and the sound of shattering glass caused the parents to wake up... except for F-Scout (she was a heavy sleeper). The mother hid behind the Father, for he was carrying a snub revolver in his nervous grip. In the long silence of the night (minus the shattered window), there wasn't a single bullet of gunfire to be heard, perhaps the thief left, or maybe some punks were being outright vandals... F-Scout's dreaming mind was oblivious to what was going on. Morning arrives, F-Scout got out of her bed, as she moved tiredly in her little girl pajamas. There wasn't a single noise in the house, but the innocent girl was too tired to care about the silence, only a nice bowl of cereal. When she arrived at the kitchen, she was to turn to the pantry, but something else had caught her attention, two pale figures were lying on the floor, blood pooling around them, large cuts on their backs, and wore horrified looks on their faces. The girl stared at them... and began to cry... cry... cry... cry... cry....................................................................................................................................................................................................... The next door neighbors eventually found out about the break in, and called the police. When the investigation took place, they found out it was the work of 2 serial killers, who had been on the PD's case for a while. Eventually they decided for her to stay with her grandparents, and the girl had to go through psychological therapy for a while. One night however, F-Scout ran away from her relatives to go live a life of crime in the slums. She had grown up, and taught herself many things, one of those things being "how to fight." She turned into a real fighter. Several years later, she was minding her own business through a dark alleyway in search of some money, when some shady characters approached her, and cornered her into a wall. They began to sexually harass her through touching her in "many places..." but the years of getting into fights, training, and even falling into the same situation as the current one has made her anything but scared. With her bat by her, she pulled it out and began to kick some serious ass! A [REDACTED] just so happened to be passing by the area on other errands, when he saw the aftermath of F-Scout's bloody handiwork... he was pleased at what he saw. He gave his "higher ups" a call, and offered F-Scout a job as a "Badland Brawler." With the amount of money they were offering, she just couldn't refuse. So with that little bit of backstory out of the way, let's return to real time... F-Scout's flashbacks were over, she stared at the bloody mess of a corpse that was Spy's, the puddle that she was maki-ki-k-k ("OH SHIT!!!") F-Scout almost immediately stopped the gushing flow of piss, somehow with no struggle this time. She quickly got up, letting go of one of her hands to temporarily get back up, and dug her hand back in again. She knew that if she didn't act quick, she'd be slaughtered! She heard a hell-a lotta footsteps marching for her, so without thinking, she jumped off the balcony. When she landed, her legs were just fine, but her bladder felt that impact and let a ginormous spurt of piss. This was the biggest leak yet. She must have let out at least 1/3 of her bladder. "Oh shit ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit!!!" F-Scout yelled with worry as her pee gushed down her legs, leaving a wet stain on her skirt. She had to run now, and fast... so with all of the strength she could possibly muster, she clenched herself harder than a prostate with a rubber tube inside of it. Her face screamed for desperation, she had already failed her mission to keep herself dry a long time ago, yet she still fought on with the pain. She could do this, she KNEW she could do this... she KNEW she couldn't do this... As the REDs ran to leap for the balcony, a large, meaty arm blocked their way. A RED Heavy turned to his comrades, and pointed at Soldier, and Spy (who respawned earlier). "You two... with me... NOW!" ​Heavy ordered, and his teammates followed F-Scout recovered from her impact, and walked as fast as she could, but her bladder restrained her greatly, for she could only move VERY slowly, to prevent anymore, she wanted this to be over, all she wanted was to pee, all she wanted... She walked one step at a time... she was still crying at this point. The pain she was feeling, both physically, and emotionally, she trucked on, both drops of tears, and pee falling below her. Each step was followed by a subtle stream flowing down her legs. She was broken from the inside out. The only thing wanted to do right now was pee, and cry. Just when she made it halfway across the bridge, The three REDs Heavy, Soldier, and Spy marched towards her, with great rush, Heavy charged for the stumbling girl, and tackled her down. F-Scout lost another humongous spurt of piss, resulting in another puddle as she hit the floor. The three REDs witnessed her peeing herself, as they viewed it all happen from under her skirt. F-Scout didn't want to come to the realization that people were seeing her pee, for it caused an emotional skewer to pierce her heart. All the other REDs watch the action happen from the balcony, as well as the REDs watching first hand. F-Scout dug her hands into her lower region, and blushed vividly, with more tears rushing down her face. The three began to chuckle a bit, slowly at first, but then the laughter grew louder and louder. "Aww... little girl have little baby accident?" TOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA Heavy yelled. Heavy's comment only made the wet girl blush more, and sob more. "Ahem," The RED Spy scoffed, I have an idea, may you two hold her up for me?" The other two REDs decided to do what he said. They took away F-Scout's arms from her womanhood, which caused more leaking, but not a big one like the other spills, and they raised her in the air, holding onto her arms and legs. F-Scout didn't want to even look up anymore, she was blinded by her tears. With a crack of his knuckles, Spy charged up his fist, and thrusted it into F-Scout's lower body... drip... drip... drip drip drip drop drop drodrop speeeeewwwwwww... ...this was it... F-Scout, grimacing with pain, tried her best to hold back the torrent of pee... but this was something that could not be stopped. Her warm, golden pee that she had held for so long was finally released. It first spread a bit on her skirt, but then it sprayed all over. It streamed down her legs furiously. The puddle under her grew massive. F-Scout didn't even feel any relief from the gushing of hot piss, just pure pain. Pee was still escaping her legs, but along with it was another stream... a river of tears. F-Scout cried and blushed horrendously, as the spray turned into a sprinkle, into a leak, and finally stopping. Tears hit the yellow lake below. The REDs previously holding onto her, had let go, dropping her into the endless gold of her creation. F-Scout put her hands on her face and cried more and more. She had never been more embarrassed in her entire life. The sound of sobbing was interrupted by some clicking sounds. F-Scout looked up to see an Enforcer pointed to her head. "Hehehe, consider this revenge for shooting my hand off." The suited RED chuckled, as he slowly pulled the trigger... ... ... ... BANG ... ... ... There was dead silence from both sides of the bridge... F-Scout opened her eyes to see a gaping hole in the RED's forehead. He fell to the floor, thus revealing a man in a BLU suit, a 5 o clock shadow, and an Ambassador. "AND CONSIDER THAT REVENGE FOR BEING AN ASS!!!" F-Scout's expression quickly changed from complete embarrassment, to... still a lot of embarrassment... but with pure happiness mixed in. "WHAT THE FU- "WHAT THE FU- BANG BANG The REDs behind F-Scout fell to the floor dead, and the man in the suit walked up to the soaked girl and pulled out his hand. F-Scout slowly, but surely reached her arm out, and was pulled up. "Backstabber!!! But I saw you get torn to shreds!" F-Scout shouted. "Any time is a good time to check the time, I always say," BLU Spy said as he dangled his Dead Ringer by it's chain. The once captive girl was thankful for being saved, but was still blushing about the accident from earlier as she looked down. Spy could fell the embarrassment coming from her, and came in to comfort her... but now there was a bigger problem... "Ahem!" A Southerner's voice called. Spy and the girl looked at all the REDs that were from the balcony, on the ground, pointing their guns at them (except for RED scout... he was getting ready for "his date"). But just when the two BLUs thought that they'd be dead in seconds, a loud rumble came to audible range. "Vat is zat sound?" a Medic asked. The rumbling came louder and louder and louder... then suddenly... All of BLU team came rushing down the entrance of BLU base, charging for the bridge. A hailstorm of bullets and explosives came from the BLUs, destroying all the REDs before they even got a chance to shoot back. All that remained of RED team was a pile of tron up gore. Everyone began to get close to F-Scout. She looked at them and lit up from her whole team seeing the aftermath of category 5: Hurricane F-Scout. A Soldier chuckled at F-Scout... but not because of her large wet stain... "You did a fine job girl," Soldier said, patting F-Scout on the back. Spy came in and decided to give her a big hug as well, eventually leading to all of the BLUs to giving F-Scout a nice group hug (especially Sniper, wanting to try and get a rub of her sweet pee on his leg). F-Scout wasn't sure if she should be embarrassed, or cheerful. "Awww thanks guys," the drenched girl spoke with a smile on her face. "C'mon little girl," Heavy told the girl, "You still have job to do." F-Scout remembered that she still had this hunking suitcase on her back... ..so with a trip down to BLU's basement, everyone stood behind the girl as she put the big case on the table... "Victory," an announcement called, as all the BLU's began to celebrate their 1st victory in a while, and finally breaking REDs streak. F-Scout turned back to Spy as he looked back at her amongst the dancing crowd, and the two began hugging each other again. "Hey Bactabber?" The girl said still dripping from the bottom down, "I know you've done so much for me already... but is it ok if I ask you just one last favor?" "Well then, ask away," Spy replied. Epilogue It was late at night. The RED Scout was preparing his bedroom for his "lover" to arrive. "Aw man, I'm gonna be all ovah dat pussy," Scout began fantasizing, "She's gonna be all like "Oh Scout, your cock is soooooo big, I can't conain myself, I'm gonna cu-" *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* "Oh uh (damn, didn't think she'd be this early... oh well... I get some vag now I guess)" "Ju-Just gimme a sec." The scrawny man began to strip his clothes of until he was bare, and in a hurry, looked through his drawer to find some condoms (Scout carried all kinds of pervy things in his drawer, several enemas, vibrators, strap-ons, some porn magazines, and if one looked deep enough, they'd find some diapers, and a Fleshlight... ... ... Scout was a kinky bastard...). Eventually he founds his "Mann Co. grade condoms. He veiled it on his penis and quickly got into the bed in an arousing pose... "Alright, you can come in now." ... but nothing happened... silence... *THUD* *THUD* *THUD* ... *CRASH!!!* A massively huge Heavy, with his equally sized cock, barged down the door, startling Scout! "Little man, I hope you like Sandvich in tiny asshole," He said with a Sandvich in his hand, making a B-line towards Scout. Scout was horrified by what was coming towards him, so with no time to put his clothes back on, he opened the window by the side of his bed, and jumped out of it running and screaming. "Hyehehehehehehahahahaha" the Heavy's voice slowly reaching a higher pitch as he began to remove his face... literally, by taking his face off, a large shroud of blue steam flourished the room. When the steam dissipated, it revealed F-Scout's (naked) body. "Hahahahahaha, thanks Backstabber, you're the best," she said laughing as she held out the paper cut-out of the Heavy mask. The End (I just quickly want to say thanks to anyone who actually bothered to read the 1st fiction of my creation. I know it sounds selfish, but I would love to see this story made on SFM or something. And also for my next fiction... I do plan on making another one. I promise it will be much more interesting, and should have more wettings in it. And once again... Thanks.) ^_^
  19. F-Scout had finally climbed the set of stairs. Her bladder was bulging! She hid behind the wall next to the stairs to check if any enemies were around... she didn't see anyone... so she crept out of the sewer entrance. She walked very slowly to keep from provoking anyone close by, and her bladder. She had her shotgun out, trembling throughout her entire body. She knew that if anything got in her way, she'd- *THUD*!!! F-Scout's precarious movements seemed to do no good for her, for she tripped over something big and rubbery. When she fell, there was a massive spew of piss trickling out her skirt, this time with an underskirt view! F-Scout tried and tried her best to stop the burst of pee, but it just couldn't be stopped! F-Scout hoped she wouldn't have to do this, but quickly, she dug her hands into her panties, and plugged up her womanhood as hard as she could. After a few seconds she managed to finally stop the flow, but dared not let go of herself. She looked down to assess the damage. There was a tiny wet patch around the brim of her skirt (which was black, so nothing noticeable), as far as her panties go... well... you already know. F-Scout looked behind her to see what she tripped on... but there was nothing. At first she thought that it was just her shoelaces or something, but upon putting her hand around it, there was in fact, something big and rubbery in her path, but it was invisible. ("What the hell is this bull?" F-Scout thought to her self, "Now I got invisible shit getting in my way?") F-Scout slowly got up from the crash site, her hands still down there, and slowly, and extremely carefully walked to the side exit, which led to the outside stairs. She heard beeping up ahead. ("Look's like gearhead moved his stupid crap back," F-Scout thought to herself, planning on how she'd get past a previous issue.) She considered drinking more BONK!, since it had finished recharging, but she REALLY didn't want to drink more, and her hands were occupied on dam duty for now. Then all of a sudden she felt a small source of heat blow against her. *Mmph MMm mM Mmph mpmh MPmH.* A RED Pyro with his Backburner had snuck behind the girl. F-Scout was struck with two feeling... The fact that she was going to be burned to a crisp in a few seconds, and also that an enemy Pyro was seeing her hands dug into her panties. She was so embarrassed that she almost cried for the 1st time in years. At first the Pyro didn't do anything, but then the RED nudged F-Scout, gesturing her to walk forward ("Oh great, now I have options, I can walk into a firing line and get myself killed, or I can stay here and burn to death. The possibilities are just FRIGGIN' ENDLESS!!!") F-Scout decided that getting blown up by a sentry would seem less painful than slowly sizzling, so she followed the Pyro's orders and moved forward, after all, she'd just respawn anyways, and when she gets blown up, no one will see all that pee explode along with her. As she struggled to keep her pee from escaping anymore in between her fingers, she stumbled into the outside stairs, with the Pyro next to her. The Engineer that was next to his sentry spotted the two , and aimed his Wrangler at them... but just when he was about to fire a blizzard of death at them, the Pyro waved his hand at him, gesturing "No." "Just exactly what in Sam Hell do you plan on doin' with that girl?" The Engineer questioned. *Mmph MM Mphm mmph* The Pyro replied. Engineer didn't understand what Pyro said. "Why shouldn't I just kill 'er now?" Engineer asked again. F-Scout's heart was racing at this point. She was so scared that she might almost pee herself just out of fear. F-Scout was usually cool and collective of her situations, but never before had she been fearing for her life as much as she was now. The Pyro didn't say anything back to his hardhat fellow, instead he flashed the axe that was on his back at him... The Engie gasped for a bit, he knew that if Pyro didn't get his way, he'd just get an extra serving of torture later. Fun fact time: Everyone on RED team is EXTREMELY afraid of Pyro. Engineer decided to do what he was told, and let them pass. They climbed up the stairs that led to the basement of RED base (Pyro giving a menacing stare at Engineer the whole time). They reach the underground part of the base. F-Scout was trying to figure out how to get out of this predicament, and without using her hands, as she descended the stairs. She heard the beepings of several machines throughout the room, but the only sounds she wanted to hear was pee hitting the water. As they approach the center of the room, the Pyro came to a halt, and looked at our desperate protagonist. F-Scout was worried of what he was going to do with her... things she'd rather not think about... ... then the Pyro began to take off his gas mask, revealing another mask... only this time, a blue ski mask. "Sorry for scaring you back there," his French accent spoke, as he twirled an Eternal Reward (which had been bloodied by the Pyro that F-Scout tripped over earlier). "BACKSTA-" "Shhhh" Spy interrupted F-Scout, obviously not wanting to be caught. "sorry," The girl whispered. The two walked into the intelligence room as Spy was removing his disguise, and noticed the intelligence was gone (someone had already taken it). Well it looks like we'll be waiting for a while," Spy said, which were not good words to F-Scout. Spy was lying against the wall, cleaning his knife, and F-Scout was pacing around the room as her bladder expanded more and more. Spy noticed F-Scout's hands inside her skirt, and said "What is the matter girl?" "Hiding something?" Spy chuckled a bit. F-Scout blushed vividly, and stopped in her tracks. She didn't say anything for a while, and eventually mumbled "I um... I gotta uh... I gotta pee really badly" Spy was a smart man, so he obviously understood the situation. He decided to say nothing more of it, for he didn't want to thought provoke her with urine related matters. "Hey so... sorry for not getting to thank you properly for saving my life back at base," Spy spoke out. F-Scout blushed again, "It ain't nothing," F-Scout replied, "Just helpin' out an old friend." She smiled, as a few drops of golden pee trickled between her legs, but before any of them could notice the small leakage, an announcement came up... ​"Success, we have secured the enemy intelligence." Spy and F-Scout looked at the nearby table to see a glowing briefcase spontaneously materialize in front of them. They both walked towards it, and then Spy looked at the girl next to him and said, "... ...Well... you're the fastest one here." F-Scout looked down to remind him that her hands were still busy. Spy got the gesture and decided to put the briefcase on her back for her. Spy readied his Ambassador, "I will cover you to the best of my abilities," Spy said a bit worried. The two ran up the spiral hallway with pride and determination. No sheer amount of piss was going to stop F-Scout from winning for her team. End of Chapter 4
  20. (Sorry that this chapter took forever to come, but I've just been lazy to work on it, and I have been thinking of bigger plans for the future, but for now I hope you can forgive me and enjoy the next chapter.) F-Scout and Demo had just made it to the front of BLU base, catching a view of the bloodbath that was taking place. F-Scout was just staring deeply into the flying gore and the screams of the fallen... some say things are "music to their ears" to them, this was more like a Broadway show to her. She stared so hard that she got careless and let out a gush of warm piss... but quickly came back to reality and stopped the flow once again. ("Had it ain't been for this skirt, dat stain'd be pretty friggin' visible," she thought to herself nervously). Demo was observing the area from the safe reach of the concrete wall to find a path that wasn't being smothered by gun fire (kinda like a certain pair of panties not even 2 feet from him). There was a RED sentry up at the center of the bridge that led to the other side, taking out anyone that came into it's massive range. As it took out BLUs one by one, the Engineer that was guarding his precious sentry smirked as it made blood and gore splatter the entire BLU wall. "I've got an idea," Demo said looking at F-Scout, "Got that BONK drink on yeh?" F-Scout could see where this was going, she turned away and grimaced at the fact that she'd have to drink MORE, but she took the soda can out of her bag anyways. "'Ere's the plan lassie, ya drink that stuff and run out there, an' while that blasted toy's shootin' at yeh, I'll 'ave enough time to blow the damn thing to smithereens!" F-Scout wasn't ok about 2 things... 1. She'd have to cause more harm to her bladder by drinking more. 2. She'd have to run out banzai style and get shot at (despite being shortly invincible) But she decided to go with the idea for lack of better options. ("Sorry down there... just hold on a bit longer 'kay?" F-Scout thought to her bladder, as if it could respond) "On me mark..." Demo said with his sticky launcher ready, "Ready... ... GO!!!" F-Scout chugged down the soft drink as fast as she could, knowing that it would come back to harm her later. She felt the stimulating, mind numbing effects of her radio active drink go down her throat, and ran right out the front entrance. She took the first step and immediately forgot the fact that she had to pee really badly, so as you'd expect, another spurt escaped her, this time it was much, MUCH bigger. The sentry that guarded the bridge, and her Engineer point all attention towards the running BLU, and instantly started to throw a massive barrage of .50 caliber bullets and missiles. Each step F-Scout made equaled a spurt of hot piss. She ran in a circle as everything the sentry threw didn't even graze her. Then Demo popped out of the other side of BLU entrance and started to shoot his sticky bombs. Each shot that Demo threw, there was a delay for the next bomb to be fired, and F-Scout's BONK was running out of time. After Demo fired 8 bombs (though he only needed 3...) he was about to detonate his explosives when a Sniper from RED Base's balcony shot him right in his head! The Demo dropped dead to the floor... "SHIT! CYCLOPES!!!" F-Scout yelled as her invincibility was starting to run out, with no damage done to the sentry. Quickly, just to get out of the sentry's fire, she jumped into the moat with water in it (if one looked closely, they could see a subtle stream of pee trail behind F-Scout as she dived into the water). *SPLASH*. F-Scout hit the water hard. She looked around to see if there were any enemies in the water, in which there were none. Suddenly, however, F-Scout came to a startling realization... 1. She has to pee REALLY REALLY REALLY badly 2. She was in a pool of water 3. There was no one in the water Combine that all together... and you get a free peeing spot. "YYYES! F-Scout said as she floated in the filthy sewage. She put on a face of comfort and let out the pee that she'd been carrying for so long. F-Scout felt so relieved to finally urinate, letting the warm golden liquids pool around her... ... sadly however, this didn't last for very long. As she had relieved herself for about 2 seconds, a RED scout just so happened to be crossing the bridge up on the surface when he noticed his polar opposite in the water. Fun fact time: On the RED team, a lot of Scout's teammates had much respect for him. He was like the "cool guy on the team," and as you might already know, Scout can be a smooth ladies-man (Bleugh COUGH COUGH, excuse me while I get this shit out of my mouth), but Scout actually, despite being enemies, had the HOTS for F-Scout. "Heheheheeyyy," Scout said as he looked at F-Scout below, unaware of what she was doing. Scout backed up a bit, and then ran right off the bridge... "GIRANAMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" Scout dived right into the water, and swam towards F-Scout with a smug grin. When she saw someone dive into the water, F-Scout immediately plugged herself up and stopped the act of relief. Scout got close to her, wrapped one arm around F-Scout, and began talking to her (making F-Scout EXTREMELY uncomfortable)... "Hey so um... whatcha doin?" "Oh um... nothing really." (F-Scout slowly reaching for her shotgun) "Dats cool... Oh so uh... I'm havin' a steak dinner tonight and uh... I dont think I'm finishin' that myself. How bout I sneak you in my place tonight?" "Oh uhhhh... sure why not (I'D RATHER LICK A HEAVY'S ASS!!!)." "Cool cool. We could eat, watch a movie or somthin, den we could I don't know... show you my... force-o-nature OH YEAH! (*pelvic thrust*) "Cool, I'll see you tonight (sorry Backstabber, hope you can cover in for me ): )" With a wave goodbye, Scout entered the BLU base. F-Scout couldn't have been happier with that awkward moment finally leaving her. Pulling out her shotgun, F-Scout takes aim for the running RED, when a RED soldier from the surface spotted her. "C'mere pumpkin!" The Soldier said as he fired his rockets at her. Being quick on her feet, F-Scout swam as fast as she could, avoiding the deadly missiles, and dashed into the RED sewers. Inside was the a concrete room with a first aid kit, and a box of ammo... nothing F-Scout really needed at the moment. She was thankful that she got to pee a bit and get rid of some of her lower stress, but it didn't help much. She noticed a lone corner on the side of the room, and walked towards it. Looking around to see if anyone was coming, she lowered her panties which by the way were drenched at this point and squatted down. F-Scout looked at her panties and felt bad for them, as she'd probably have to throw them away, and it was her favorite too. Just when she was gonna release her warm piss, she noticed a security camera focus it's attention on her. Extremely embarrassed that some unknown person was watching, she quickly pulled up her panties and blushed as she ran further into the sewers. At the end of the sewers was a stair case that led to RED base. She started to waddle to the stairs with her legs crossed and her hand between them, when she heard an announcement come through the speakers, ​"Success, we have secured the enemy intelligence." "Well that's one point for us," F-Scout said to herself. She climbed up the steps to enemy territory, as her bladder screamed for attention. How much longer until F-Scout gets to her white, dome shaped paradise? End of Chapter 3
  21. The front gates opened... "CHARGE!!! KILL 'EM ALL!!! IYM KOMMING FOR YOU LYTUL COWARDZ!!!" As the BLUs charged out of that gate faster than a hat sale depleting it's supplies, F-Scout trudged out slowly limping, trying all she can from having and endless supply of Jarate pool from her skirt... and speaking of which... Sniper was just opening the vents that led to his "super secret camping spot" when out the corner of his highly trained eyes he saw the dancing girl attempting to head for the (bathroom) battlements. Now you probably knew that Sniper can get creative with a jar of urine, but another thing I bet you didn't know was that ever since his middle school years, Sniper always had a urolagnia fetish, and Omorashi (or simply panty wetting, as the term Omorashi was unfamiliar to him) was no different. In fact some say he goes to the restrooms hiding an Australian magazine ("uh wuzzit called again? Wet Pet? Net Set? Something like that?") under his shirt and doesn't come out for hours! Sniper thought "it would be the perfect idea to get her to make some leaking magic." F-Scout got to the staircase when Sniper got in her way (intentionally) and started to speak "E'llo ther sheila, wottur yah doin out 'ere at this time?" "Uh... going to (take a massive piss) where the (bathroom) fight's goin' on... where everyone else is..." F-Scout was trying to stand still so that Sniper didn't find out of the oncoming tsunami, but her crossing knees, uncomfortable face, and digging fingernails said otherwise. "Now if you would please (get outta my friggin' face already) step aside I need to go (piss more than the bowl can contain) do my job." F-Scout tried to get passed the the scrawny Aussie when he blocked her path with his long, lanky arms. "w-w-wuwu Wait a sec!" Sniper stuttered, "I just gotta tell ya the funniest story you'll evah hear." You'll laugh so bloody hard ya gonna blow up with laughtuh!" ("But I'm already blowing up with a live grenade in my bladder," F-Scout thought to herself). Before the jittery jumper could even plan to take a step, Sniper started to blather on about nonsensical things that had nothing to do with the situation at hand for about a few minutes (though to her it felt like "10 matches and a server crash"). F-Scout considered of taking one of the pitfalls that lead to the 1st floor, but she'd not even dare trying such a simple task in her condition. Then after a bit of blabbing from the marksman, a loud cry came from the BLU intelligence room... "HELP!!!" a french accent flew through the halls, and into F-Scout's ears. "BACKSTABBER!" F-Scout shouted as she ran away from the Sniper and to Spy's aid as fast as she could. As she ran down the descending halls she felt her bladder shaking up and down a bunch, making the desperate girl's mission not any easier. After the 3rd ramp down she felt a tiny spurt of warm pee escape from her. She clenched her skirt so hard... but a little stain wasn't gonna stop her from helping her friend, for she was a very strong woman. When she got to the basement she saw BLU Spy getting beaten senseless by another RED spy. BLU Spy was being held up against the wall as a flurry of punches bombarded his stomach, and then was thrown to the floor. RED Spy walked towards the beaten opposite and pulled out an Enforcer and said "I am so sorry my friend... but now you are nothing but a pile of pourriture merde." The RED Spy was just ready to pull the trigger when F-Scout pulled out her "Bad Babysitter" and shot the Spy's hand clean off (the recoil of the gun shook her a bit and another spurt of piss trickled down)! He rolled around in agony, screaming of the pain. ("Don't worry dude, I can feel the pain your going through... just not in the same place," F-Scout thought to herself). Eventually the one-handed Spy bled to death as his screams began to fade. She walked to her fellow teammate (with a bit of slow stepping and twitching as her bladder started to cause more and more discomfort) and reached out her hand to the badly bruised BLU to pull him up. "I thank you for the assistance madam" Spy said as he grabbed his empty Ambassador from the other side of the room that was lost during the fight. The BLU spy then looted his opposite for the well amount of ammo that he carried. As F-Scout began slowly walking away to go find a place to empty herself of the gallons of pee she was dying to get rid of, a horde of booming yells came from the spiral corridor. "Baise!!!" Spy yelled, "more are coming this way!" As soon as he mentioned that, Demoman came from almost nowhere, running with urgency. "OI! Wot's happenin down hear?" Demo asked worried. Spy pushed F-Scout towards Demo (not prepared for the shove, another tiny leak dripped from F-Scout's skirt) and said "Get the girl out of here, I'll take care of them." Demoman, without question, grabbed F-Scout by the hand and ran out through the back stairs. "Wait!" F-Scout shouted, "I still gotta-" ... ... but her voice was drowned out by the variety of gunfire. End of Chapter 2
  22. Just an average day on 2fort... If anyone knows anything about Team Fortress 2, the first thing that will come to mind is slaughter, and shooting, and stabbing, and burning, and decapitating, and exploding... the list goes on forever! But if I had to tell you something the 18 mercs do that you didn't know... it would be their break time. RED was on a winning streak for quite some time, and every break there is there is an awesome butt-kicking strategy to wreck BLU! However on BLU all they ever do on break is goof around and have fun. As RED planned the next assault, BLU was busy playing a little bit of a drinking game (Demoman had just got a brand new batch from his mama and boy was it strong!). It was against Spy and FemScout. The crowd cheered on with "GOGOGO" and "CHUGCHUGCHUG"! Already there were piles and piles of bottles. Spy was looking rather weakened while F-Scout was still chugging unscathed. Eventually Spy said "No more please, I give in!" The crowd cheered and applauded for the buzzed victor. "Pardon me," Spy said as he left the main spawn and headed for the nearest restroom. Several minutes passed and most of BLU were slacking off as usual, playing cards, trading hats, stuff you'd expect. F-Scout was sitting in one of the benches to the side of spawn, cleaning her old Baby face blaster (she named it "Bad Babysitter"), and drinking some water still trying to get the aftertaste out of her mouth. As everything seemed fine, F-Scout looked up at the clock and said "Dammit, 9 o clock!" Not 2 seconds later the announcer called out in an intimidating way "Break time is now over." "Get ready for battle." Every time a game starts she explains the rules to everyone ("Capture the opponent's intelligence 3 times before the other team does the same"). Everyone walked into battle positions. "Time to show these pansies what ass-kick looks like with a human body!" Soldier said with his bursting egotism. F-Scout was just halfway from getting off the bench when a spy had stabbed her in the pelvis... or at least that's what it felt like. "Oh god!" F-Scout yelled as she clenched her pants and trembled for a bit. " Why this gotta happen now?" "C'mon lassie get ovah here," Demoman shouted to her. F-Scout walked towards the group trying to move as naturally as possible (but on the outside it looked pretty obvious). F-Scout made it in formation as the announcer began to count down... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... The front gates open... End of Chapter 1
  23. Thorn177

    Chapter 1

    Wade squats at the edge of the roof, surveying the street below. He needs to piss. For a moment he considers standing up and peeing off the roof, seeing if he can hit any of the poor fucks below. He plays with the thought, turning it over in his head. Spidey wouldn’t like it. And it’s not a very hero thing to do, neither. ‘I fucking know that, shut up,’ he says out loud. The boxes are right, of course. If he’s really gonna try to do the hero thing, peeing on innocent passers by isn’t exactly a great move, hilarious though it would no doubt be. There’s a little less room for mayhem when you’re a hero than when you’re just a merc. He really shouldn’t have had all that Mountain Dew. He stands up, anyway, because squatting with a full bladder is like begging to piss yourself. If he can’t piss over the edge of the roof, maybe he can parkour his way to somewhere he can. Only, he realises, he kind of likes this feeling. Really? This is something we’re into now? ‘Maaaaaybe?’ Wade scratches his neck. ‘Never thought about it before.’ We’ve been into way weirder things, his brain points out. Kind of stuff we do for sh*ts and giggles . . . Hell, this isn’t even a kink by comparison. Ooh, we could experiment! See how long we can hold it! Wade considers this for a moment. ‘I guess what with the healing factor there’s no chance of doing any real damage to my bladder . . . Not that that would stop me. I draw the line at wetting myself, though. This suit’s a bitch to clean.’ Which is really dumb when you think about it, considering how much blood you get on it on a daily basis. Wade is still arguing with himself when someone lands on the roof behind him. He notices at once, but it takes him a while to pay the figure any mind. It’s only when Spider-Man clears his throat that he turns around. ‘I don’t mean to interrupt what’s no doubt a fascinating monologue—’ ‘Dialogue,’ Wade corrects him. ‘Trialogue? Di is for two, but there’s at least three. Sometimes six. Multilogue!’ ‘Whatever.’ Wade is pretty sure that Spider-Man is rolling his eyes behind the mask. ‘I was under the impression that we were hitting that trafficking ring tonight. Only I’ve been waiting for you for about an hour.’ Oh yeah, that’s what we’re supposed to be doing tonight! ‘Oh shit, yeah! My bad, Spidey. Got distracted.’ Thinking about piss. ‘Thinking about—no, shut up. Thinking about you, gorgeous!’ Wade bows with a flourish. Spider-Man’s arms are crossed in the body language of someone who’s entirely unimpressed. ‘Uh-huh. So, you coming?’ ‘For you, baby? Always!’ Spidey doesn’t dignify the double entendre with any kind of response. Instead he turns away and stalks across the roof. Wade follows. A thought strikes him just as they reach the other end of the building. ‘Hey, Spidey,’ he says suddenly. ‘You into watersports?’ Spider-Man halts and turns his head slightly. Wade decides that masks on other people suck. He’d like to be able to read Spider-Man’s expression right now. ‘You mean,’ says Spider-Man slowly, ‘like, surfing?’ Oh-em-gee, isn’t he just precious? Aww, who’s an adorably naïve Spider-Boy! Too cute. Too. Fucking. Cute. I may barf. You know, mentally. Wade swats the boxes away, also mentally. Not that they aren’t right. They are so right. ‘Yeah, something like that. Totally what I meant. So, we hitting that trafficking ring or what?’ And with that he jumps off the roof, forgetting that he’s six storeys up and that landing on concrete really fucking hurts, healing factor or no. ————— Fighting on a full bladder, it turns out, is hard. It’s also kind of a turn-on. Especially when Spider-Man’s leaping around with his hot moves, showing off that pert ass of his. The traffickers put up a decent fight, but nothing the two of them can’t handle, once they’ve released their victims into the night. And Wade tries not to kill anyone, he really does, but it just so happens that blades are meant for stabbing, and his hand-to-hand isn’t as great as Spider-Man’s. Besides, one of them is aiming his gun at the back of Spider-Man’s head while the arachnid’s busy with three others, and Wade doesn’t really have time to think, so he runs the fucker through. He doesn’t feel especially bad about it. By the time the fight is over, Wade really, really needs to piss. All that moving around has shaken his bladder and it’s making it harder to hold it in. Spider-Man makes a disapproving sound once he’s finished webbing the knocked out traffickers together, looking down at the dead guy. ‘What?’ says Wade defensively. ‘He was gonna shoot you! I just saved your life, baby boy.’ He pauses. ‘Do I get a kiss as a reward?’ ‘You really, really don’t,’ says Spider-Man dismissively. ‘Couldn’t you have, like, non-mortally wounded him or something?’ Wade throws up his hands in exasperation. ’Everyone's a critic! I don’t know what kind of bullets you’re used to, sweetcheeks, but the ones I tend to deal with move really, really fast. So, no. I just reacted. You’re welcome.’ He doesn’t look happy, does he? You’d think he’d be a little more grateful to us for saving his life. Spider-Man sighs, his crossed arms dropping to his sides. ‘Yeah. I’m sorry. Thanks, Deadpool.’ Wade blinks, not sure if he actually heard what he thought he heard. ‘Am I hallucinating?’ Did he just apologise? Did he just thank us? ‘You’d better get out of here,’ Spider-Man continues. ‘The cops will be here to arrest this lot soon.’ Wade cocks his head to one side. ‘Aren’t you coming?’ ‘Someone’s gotta explain this to them.’ Spider-Man nudges the dead guy gingerly with his toe. ‘I could get rid of the body,’ says Wade without missing a beat. ‘Yeah. No.’ A moment passes. ‘So, you going or what?’ Wade crosses his legs. His bladder feels full to bursting point now. Their conversation was a decent distraction, but now it’s getting almost impossible to ignore. ‘Yeah,’ he says slowly and swallows hard. ‘It’s just . . . kinda hard to move.’ Think of a babbling brook! Or a waterfall! Crashing waves, maybe. Or, you know, just think about piss. ‘Dudes! Not helping!’ Wade growls under his breath. Spider-Man crosses his arms again. ‘Why?’ His tone is skeptical. ‘You injured?’ Wade laughs in spite of himself. ‘No, no. I’m good. Just . . . Kinda really need a piss.’ Spider-Man sighs and rubs his forehead with his hand. ‘What are you, five?’ ‘Fine, fine.’ Wade starts shuffling towards the door of the warehouse. The going is slow, though, and after a few steps he whimpers pitifully and grabs his crotch. That’s right, show Spider-Man how you can’t even hold your bladder. ‘Shut up!’ Wade manages to croak. ‘I didn’t say anything,’ says Spider-Man. He sighs again and steps around Wade to look at him. The faint sound of police sirens reaches Wade’s ears, which means Spider-Man has been hearing it for a good while already. ‘All right. Go hide behind those crates.’ Spider-Man points to the back of the warehouse. Wade turns around and shuffles the other way. He reaches the crates just as the police cars come to a screeching halt outside, and squats down behind them as quickly as he can manage. Bad move, bro. ‘Motherf-aaaahh . . .’ Wade hisses as his bladder begins to void without warning. Peeing has never felt so good. Urine trickles out into his suit, warm and wet. He sits back against the wall, trying not to moan. There’s no point trying to stop it now, he reasons. Thought we weren’t gonna wet the suit. We weren’t, but we did anyway. It’s gonna be hell to clean. ‘I don’t care,’ Wade whispers, closing his eyes in bliss. So, we are into wetting ourselves, then. Good to know. Another kink to add to the list. Beyond the crates, he hears voices. Spider-Man is talking to the cops, but Wade can’t focus on what he’s saying. A minute later he’s still wetting. The piss is leaking out of his suit, forming a puddle around him. When it finally stops, he looks around and it occurs to him to wonder what’s in the crates. The cops are talking loudly enough that he risks pulling one of his katanas and uses it to pry the nearest crate open. It’s like Christmas has come early. The crate is full of weapons. Lovely, shiny handguns, and big, heavy assault rifles. He picks up one of the handguns, trying its weight in his gloved hand. It’s got good heft to it. A new kink, fighting baddies with Spider-Man, and now a brand new handgun? Today couldn’t get better if it tried. Wade pries open another crate, predictably enough containing ammo clips, loads the gun and sticks it down the back of his sopping wet pants. Then, forgetting all about hiding, he stands up and calls, ‘Hey, Spidey! And cops! These guys weren’t just smuggling people, they were smuggling weapons too! You might wanna step carefully back here, though. I just took a piss on the floor.’ Everyone stares at him for a moment. Then five guns are drawn on him, and he puts up his hands. ‘Aw, come on! Help me out here, Spidey?’ Spider-Man just slaps his palm to his forehead and shakes his head exasperatedly. Right about now’s probably a good time to get out of here. There’s a window on the wall above the crates. ‘Okay. I’ll just be leaving now.’ All the guns go off as Wade leaps onto one of the crates, swings up onto another, grabs onto the window sill and hoists himself outside. One of the bullets nicked his shoulder, but it’ll heal. Deadpool vanishes into the night, leaving only the occasional drop of urine behind.
  24. It was all Patty and Liz’s fault. Patty had brought four water bottles to the table and Liz had five and it couldn’t be symmetrical with five water bottles on the table and four on the other, so of course Kid drank one of Liz’s. Problem solved. Except, it wasn’t. Patty had become a bit fed up with Kid’s antics. He was the reason they miss half a day of school nearly everyday so he could fix the damn picture in the living room, after all. So, she dumped one of her water bottles down the sink. This went on until they ran out of water bottles, and they’d missed half a day of school again, but Patty figured it was worth watching Kid grind his teeth in annoyance. Now, they’re half way through the last class of the day, and Kid just can’t sit still. It wasn’t the first time that his need for everything to be symmetrical had come back to bite him, but it had never got him in a situation quite like this. He has to piss and bad. His bladder feels like a waterballoon clenched between a dog’s teeth: pressed on hard enough, and it’ll pop. Both hands are squeezed shut, resting on each of his knees. His bottom lip pushes so far into his skin that it draws blood. It coats his tongue and sends a strong metallic taste sweeping through his mouth. He swallows it with the grim thought of ‘great, more liquids.’ The thought sends a wave of desperation over him, and he bends in a weak protest as he leaks a bit. His cheeks burn as he realizes that it made the tinniest spot on his jeans darker than the rest of it, but his mind doesn’t even begin to form the feeling of embarrassment he should be feeling -wetting himself at this age? - and instead feels the familiar itch that occurs when something isn’t even. He shifts his weight to the left and focuses on letting out just enough liquid to form the same sized stain in the same place on his left pant-leg as he made on his right. He sighs in relief when it’s achieved, but it’s short-lived. Panic sweeps over him when he realizes he can’t get it to stop when he wants it to, and instead forms a slighter larger mark than he intended to make. Grinding his teeth in frustration, Kid shifts his weight again and repeats the process. “What are you doing?” Patty hisses from his right. Startled, Kid jumps a bit and looks at her like a deer caught in headlights as he releases the remaining liquid in his bladder. It sends a sickening warmth over his lap and splashes on the floor loud enough that every head turns to look at him as he sits rigidly. Liz gasps from his left as he dips his finger in the puddle under his thighs and presses it against his knee. “There,” he murmurs, “Perfectly symmetrical.”
  25. [This story takes place between episodes "No Pain, No Game" & " Search and Do Not Destroy"] (few days before the new challenge...) Lindsay: Heather are you almost done in the restroom!? I have to seriously need to go pee! Bridgette: Yeah Heather, me & Lindsay just drank too much water in the morning so if you could-- Heather *Yelling*: SHUT UP! It's not MY problem that the two of you have to pee so badly so why not just pee in the woods like EVERYBODY else! Lindsay *holding her bladder tightly*: Umm I rather not... Bridgette *holding her bladder tightly*: I'm with Lindsay and I'm still sort of scared to go alone in the woods Heather *Yelling*: Then just wet yourselves & leave me in peace! Lindsay *grasping onto her bladder*: Hey Bridge I can go to the woods with you so you... mmm... go alone Bridgette *grasping onto her bladder as well*: Aw that's sweet... mmm... Lindsay... okay let's go quickly! (Both Lindsay & Bridgette run quickly into the woods to find their own little private spots to be relieved....) Bridgette *almost bound to burst*: Found a nice spot near the 2 Trees & Bushes Lindsay *close to leaking*: *looks around like crazy* Mmm... uhh... I'll go here too! Bridgette *nearly pulling down her short*: Wait what...!!?? (gets hit by Lindsay's Reckless Run) *unconscious* Bridgette:.... *a hissing sound*...... uh..... *hissing continues*...... (I feel wet)..... Lindsay *peeing*: Aw so much better.... hopefully Bridge doesn't mind right? *feeling worried* Bridgette *gaining consciousness*: *hissing sound continues* ooh I feel wet... what the... *see's Lindsay right in front of her when laying on the ground* Lindsay *still peeing*: Hi Bridge!... um... I hope you don't mind that I am peeing on you right? (When Lindsay accidentally hit Bridgette on the ground she was in a rush to pee so she'd accidentally pee'd on Bridgette without noticing because Lindsay had her eyes closed until she felt relieved & see that she was accidentally peeing on Bridgette) Bridgette: *Screaming* LINDSAY I DO MIND!!! (far from the Camp Grounds) Gwen: What's with the yelling!? Trent: Could be the other girls are arguing or something (back to the scene) Lindsay *stops peeing*: Sorry Bridge I didn't mean to, I am SO sorry *said sincerely* Bridgette (all wet): Oh no I must've wet myself while I was unconscious for a moment! Look at my Shorts & Panties! Lindsay: Actually all of that is from me *nervously giggles* Bridgette: I think that explains the sharp pain feeling... I... must... relax.... *wets herself uncontrollably* Oh aawww..... much better.... *collapses on the grass/dirt sitting down* Lindsay: Umm Bridgette, you okay now?... Bridgette *relieved but came back into senses*: I guess I'm fine but I don't blame you Lindsay, I blame HEATHER! I will be taking a long shower & a good laundry wash! Lindsay: Oh okay then but I'm still really sorry though, I'll wash your clothes for you... I know take 'em off right now & I'll wash 'em right away! Bridgette *starts taking off Clothes, completely nude*: Aw thanks Lindsay good thing I don't mind my body being shown in public well at least just not seen from others though Lindsay: Don't mention... it.... wow Bridge you look beautiful! Bridgette *blushes*: Oh... um... thank you Lindsay, just don't mention it to anyone (Both Lindsay & Bridgette part ways to do their errand on Camp Grounds, Bridgette sneaks around to get a towel so she can't be seen by others, maybe except Geoff though)
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