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  1. From the album: Spectre’s GMod Album

    All tied-up and a full bladder. Looks like Ashe didn't have any other options here.

    © Overwatch

  2. *Work will require basic knowledge of the video game League of Legends to fully understand. I do not own League of Legends and its characters. Ashe sighed. It was another long day on Summoner's Rift waging a, in her opinion, pointless war to destroy the enemy's nexus. Today she was paired with Thresh, the chain warden in bottom lane. Ashe did relatively well with Thresh and so it was a generally less irritable match. Ashe continued to focus on killing the enemy minion wave like she had done so much times before. The frost archer was then interrupted from her actions when Thresh decided to engage on the enemy. A loud clink of metal signified a successful engage, and Ashe prepared her bow in response. Firing flurry after flurry of arrows expertly onto the trapped enemy, she was rewarded with a swift announcement. First Blood. Having only received minor resistance to the engage, she downed a health potion anyway and continued to push her lane. The bland taste engulfed her mouth, but it wasn't like Ashe hadn't got used to the mediocre tastes of the potion the League had to offer. "Nice work." She said to the chain warden. "Same to you, frost archer." Thresh responded. The remaining enemy Draven began to recall and Ashe took this as an opportunity to do so as well, as did Thresh. A blinding blue light engulfed the pair, and they were teleported back to base. The frost archer immediately began to purchase items with her earned gold, patiently waiting for the shopkeeper to hand her the items. After a swift purchase, Ashe moved back to bottom lane with damage items as well as several health potions she deemed effective for her survivability. After moving back in position Ashe began to push the enemy wave, confident of her lead in the lane. The enemy seemed to agree as well, the usually flashy and aggressive Draven opting to play passively in lane. This continued on for a few minutes before the enemy began to play unusually aggressively. Draven began to move in very suddenly as did the enemy support. Thoroughly confused by their seemingly pure stupidity Ashe and Thresh readied their weapons. Ashe's precise hearing, however made out a rustle in the bushes behind. "We've been ambushed!" She thought to herself, about to warn Thresh of this, before he was tackled to the ground by the enemy Jarvan IV. A series of swift strikes from his lance followed soon after, and the enemy Draven slammed both axes onto ground as they began to move toward the chain warden, assuring Thresh's death. An Ally has Been Slain. The announcer's voice boomed through the battlefield. Turning their attention onto Ashe, she tried not to panic and began to ran back to her turret, but Jarvan was quick to respond. A blow from his massive lance crippled her retreat, and she began to bleed. Jarvan was still too slow, however, and Ashe made it safely back to the turret. Deciding to defend to prevent the destruction of her turret, the frost archer forced down three health potions and aimed her bow at the approaching enemies. Thresh eventually joined her in defending, and they made a silent pact to play a bit more passively as well. The game dragged on for another thirty minutes before her team began to group in an attempt to win the game. A dull ache in her lower abdomen alerted the archer, as the health potions began to make its uncomfortable presence. This was quickly forgotten, however, as the opposing teams engaged in a brutal team fight. Aiming her bow onto the approaching enemies, she fired arrow after arrow from the backlines, dealing damage safely. Her front line fell quickly, putting Ashe at a sudden disadvantage. Swiftly killing the enemy Draven, Ashe began to retreat along with her allies. Thresh fell quickly as the entire enemy team focused on him, allowing Ashe to retreat. Both teams felt the need to play passively, and a silent stalemate fell upon the fields of justice. As minutes of attacking and defending alike turned into hours, Ashe's unnoticed need began to grow. It brought a frown onto her face, as the need to empty her bladder was actually substantial. The dull ache never ceased to progress, and as an hour of the game passed, it put a visible strain on her body. At this point she was not what she herself would call desperate, but if it was to her convenience she would use the washrooms. However, it was starting to bother her. The frost archer, however, chose to focus on the battle instead of her bladder. It was well over an hour into the game before heavy bladder spasms began to attack her. The never-ending ache in her bladder starting to affect her concentration and thoughts, a poorly-timed bladder spasm caused her to release a quick spurt into her underwear. Immediately and forcibly stopping the stream, Ashe developed a furious blush. Crossing her legs abruptly and hoping no one would see her, she did so for the sake of her bladder control. Noticing her discomfort, the chain warden questioned her. "This is unlike you. What is affecting your performance, frost archer?" "Nothing, i-it's just the weather." Ashe offered. Thresh looked at her strangely but decided to drop the topic. If Ashe could've gone redder she would've, the stutter and quite frankly ridiculous excuse made her look like a child. Deciding to again focus on winning the battle, not just to win but also for the sake of her bladder, she followed her team to the enemy's turret. Another half-hour passed, and Ashe was beside herself by this time. She had began to sweat and she tightened her bladder muscles. The frost archer frequently crossed legs and shifted side to side, and sometimes wished she could just grip her privates to manually aid herself in her internal battle. She could not stand still for more than a couple of seconds, and her aiming as a trained and professional archer become sloppy and misdirected. Each minute continued to weaken her fight against containing the ocean within her body. She was definitely desperate. Another fight broke out in the jungle, and Ashe readied her bow. Ashe's arrows could not keep up with her falling allies, and the enemy Jarvan trapped half of her team with a precise cataclysm. Ashe began to retreat, but no before the enemy landed a swift blow on her abdomen. "A-Ah!" She cried out, as another more potent stream soiled her underwear. Ashe doubled over, but by pure luck managed to land an arrow on the enemy Sion assaulting her, and promptly fed. Gasping, she couldn't believe she hadn't died once yet. It was probably the reason her bladder was in its condition. Two hours since the game began, and Ashe looked around her. The enemy team was pushing to her turret, and all of her team mates were dead. She could defend, but her bursting bladder simply couldn't wait any longer. It was now or never. Ashe let out a low whimper, her agonizingly full bladder creating a permanent discomfort and strain on her body. Her bladder muscles were stretched to the maximum capacity, she needed to relieve herself so badly. Ducking blindly into some bushes, she hastily placed a ward outside and rapidly checked her surroundings for anybody that would witness her release. She gasped as another bladder spasm attacked her tortured bladder. "Nnnn.... AH!" She couldn't stop the immediate spurt of liquid from her body. Wasting no more time, she lifted her skirt and pulled down her underwear. Finally, she let go. She couldn't help but close her eyes, nearly two hours of pent up liquid being released. Ashe wasn't even into her relief session for three seconds before footsteps alerted her. With a newfound power, she lifted her underwear up and stopped her stream painfully. Developing a furious blush at realizing what she was doing, she lifted her bow. The queen of freljord had just attempted to relieve herself in the middle of battle. Her legs shuddered and sweat ran down her face as she readied her bow. Her bladder gave another protest and another spurt ran down her legs. Unable to shove a hand onto her privates, she shakily stood up to face her enemy. With his back to her, she spotted the enemy Jarvan, and she mustered up all the concentration she had while still nursing a bursting bladder to draw her bow and release a precise shot. Despite her dilemma, she managed to land the arrow and draw Jarvan's attention. Staggering a bit, he whipped around with his massive lance, and spotted Ashe. Immediately, he charged her. In a brief moment of panic, another longer, gushing stream shot out of her strained bladder as her muscles struggled to contain the ocean within. She drew her bow again, realizing it was either she landed a critical strike onto her target or she died. Gathering all of her concentration, she blinked back tears as she let go of her bow. An enemy has been slain. The announcement boomed across Summoner's Rift. Sighing in tremendous relief, she took baby steps to the bushes nearby. Panting, she fell on her knees, as standing would cause her doom. Shakily maneuvering herself to the bush, she froze suddenly. "N-No! Please!" She begged uselessy as she was so close to the relief she so desperately desired. The pain of still holding back, her bladder muscles had too much. Finally, her bladder let go. Tears leaked out of Ashe's eyes, the shame of the queen of freljord wetting herself on the battlefield causing them. Despite this, a part of the frost archer was still in bliss, and she just closed her eyes. Ashe sighed, as the stream picked up force and soaked her legs underwear, making its way onto the ground. Her accident splashed around loudly. Ashe's stream didn't break quickly, and her eyes widened at the volume of urine she had been containing the entire time. After nearly half a minute of a full stream, her stream began to slow until she was empty. Enjoying the feeling of emptiness she yearned for the entire battle she grimly faced her base from the bushes, already knowing the result. Defeat.
  3. A/N: This was originally written for a commission, mildly dubious content with Byleth making her students hold it all through class and then pee on her, so consider yourself properly warned. Annette is the first one to bring something up, when class has gone on just a bit longer than it normally does. It’s been a particularly rough lesson, not only for her, but for the rest of her classmates, and everyone was looking forward to the end of it. However, past the normal time, Byleth is still lecturing, and doesn’t seem to be nearing a stopping point any time soon. Annette’s hand shoots up, and Byleth, barely even looking at her, says, “Please hold all questions until the end of the lecture. Write it down if you’re worried you might forget it.” “But, professor, it’s not-” “End of the lecture, Annette,” she replies, and Annette whimpers. “But, professor …” “Annette.” She only says the girl’s name, but the warning in her tone is obvious, and Annette slumps down, defeated. Professor Byleth is overall not nearly as scary as her empty expression first suggested, and even with her fearsome reputation as a mercenary, she’s usually fairly easy to get along with. Still, when she gets that look in her eyes, her students know better than to argue with her. “It’ll be alright,” Mercedes says in a soft voice, low enough that Byleth doesn’t seem to notice, or at least doesn’t tell her to quiet down. Annette whimpers again, shifting in her seat. She certainly hopes so, but what if it isn’t? The fact of the matter is, she realized that she needed to pee not ten minutes after sitting down at the beginning of class, and she’s worried about whether or not she’ll make it sense then. She has a notoriously small bladder, and a bad habit of getting distracted by other things, forgetting to relieve herself until it’s nearly too late, but this is different. The need really did seem to come on out of nowhere, and she doesn’t think she’s the only one struggling with that. For one thing, there’s the way Mercedes seems to know what her problem is almost immediately, which she would ordinarily write off on Mercedes knowing her so well, but her desk partner hasn’t been sitting still for a while either, and occasionally, a pained expression will cross her normally serene face. It isn’t just Mercedes, either. Of the three other pairs of students, Annette has seen signs coming from each of the desks. Ashe is more fidgety than usual, and Felix is more irritable than usual, struggling to focus; Ingrid has gone stiff, her hand shaking as she takes notes, and Sylvain hasn’t had nearly as many outbursts as usual. Dimitri and Dedue are both hard to read for completely different reasons, but Dimitri has shifted from time to time, which is enough to tip Annette off. Even if Dedue is doing just fine, that’s just one student out of eight, and she wonders why Byleth is still going on today of all days. Whatever the case, Annette is starting to get really nervous. If she can’t ask to be excused, then how is she supposed to take care of this? Unless the lecture ends soon, she doesn’t think she’ll be able to hold it until the end, and she grinds down against her seat, gritting her teeth as she fights off a harsh wave of desperation. Maybe she should try to ask again in a minute… Ingrid has barely heard a word Byleth has said in some time now, and most of her notes make absolutely no sense to her when she looks back at them. This hasn’t ever happened to her, not since she’s become a student. She manages her time very well, and even with her tendency to over-indulge during meals, she’s never been in a situation where she had too much to drink without making sure she relieved herself at an appropriate time before long commitments. But now she’s sitting in the middle of class, her bladder so full that she can’t concentrate on anything else. She’s vaguely aware of Annette trying to ask something, only to get shot down, and she feels for her, but even if Byleth had allowed her to leave, Ingrid isn’t sure if she would have been able to ask for a break as well. Though she knows an accident at this age would be more damaging to her pride than just asking, the idea of actually asking, especially when she has someone like Sylvain sitting at her side, is too much. But then, would Sylvain really have anything to say about it? Normally, he’s hard to quiet down during class, and whenever she has the misfortune of sitting next to him, he’ll whisper to her, making jokes and doing everything he can to get a reaction out of her, until she finally elbows him hard and they both get scolded for their outbursts. Today, he is eerily quiet, and Ingrid has begun to suspect that he’s plagued by a similar predicament. And, so far, that has been the only thing that she can think about besides her own predicament. Though the lecture is completely lost on her, she catches herself looking at Sylvain time again, just to see the uncomfortable expression that occasionally crosses his handsome face. Why she’s doing that, she has absolutely no idea… Ashe is surprised that Felix hasn’t snapped at him for this yet. He doesn’t want to be a distraction, but he really can’t help it at this point. Though he’s done his best to focus on the lecture and ignore the growing pressure just below his stomach, it’s past the point where that’s possible, and though he doesn’t want to do anything to disturb others, he can’t imagine that the way he’s shaking and bouncing his legs hasn’t disturbed Felix by now. It’s actually a shock that Felix hasn’t snapped at him to cut it out by now; normally, he has no issue with telling people exactly how he feels when they’re annoying him. There’s no way he hasn’t noticed, especially when Ashe will suddenly sharply inhale, a harsh pang nearly causing him to leak a little bit. The only thing that Felix does is occasionally grimace, fidgeting just enough that Ashe begins to wonder if he might not be suffering from the same problem. It’s hard to imagine Felix, strong and aloof Felix, squirming his way through class with a full bladder, but when Ashe isn’t focusing on his problem, he’s noticing little tells from the other boy, and that’s the only real explanation for why he hasn’t told Ashe to sit still and be quiet yet. He’s either sympathetic due to a similar plight, or too focused on his own plight to even notice. Ashe would probably assume the latter, considering Felix doesn’t seem much like the sympathetic type. I can do this , he tells himself, repeating it in his head like a mantra, until he nearly leaks again, and it quickly turns to, I can’t do this, I can’t do this, I really can’t do this! But the professor said no interruptions… Mercedes wonders if Byleth realizes why Annette tried so frantically to get her attention, if she realizes that it wasn’t a question after all. She wants to believe that Byleth has lost herself in her lecture so much that she doesn’t notice anything going on in the class, and doesn’t even realize that she’s gone over so much, because that would make more sense than her knowing, and choosing to ignore it. The professor may be strange, but she’s never been cruel, at least not to her students. It’s hard to imagine her purposefully letting any of them suffer for no reason other than not wanting to pause her lecture, but as it is, several of them are suffering. Mercedes is included in that bunch, but she would much rather worry about the others making it before she worried about her own predicament. But her own bladder has been protesting for quite some time now, and she hates to admit it, but she isn’t sure how much longer she can last like this. Annette has been squirming nonstop for several minutes now, probably at her absolute limit, but she isn’t the only one who seems near the edge of defeat, and Mercedes can’t even attempt to ignore the pressure, biting her lip and looking down at her desk. Perhaps she shouldn’t have indulged in so much tea with her cakes this afternoon… But even so, she knows that she would gladly let anyone go in front of her if she had the option, even if it meant pushing herself too far. At the very least, it wouldn’t be the first time, she was pushed beyond her limits, but that comes with the territory of being as scatterbrained as she is. While Mercedes is busy worrying herself over the condition of the rest of her class, Dedue is spending his time worrying over the young man next to him. Dimitri would never admit to him that he’s getting desperate, and would never want Dedue to worry about it, but it’s so obvious now that Dedue can’t ignore it, and can’t help but worry about it. He knows that their other classmates are struggling as well, while the professor insists that class must press on, but if it gets past a point that Dimitri can manage, Dedue might have to do something about that. It would humiliate his liege to have his needs brought to everyone’s attention like that, and he would say that Dedue needn’t worry himself over it, that Dimitri can handle it himself and that he shouldn’t disrupt class, but he isn’t going to let him suffer in silence like that. If she forces class to go on too much longer, he will have no choice but to remove Dimitri from the situation, no matter what that involves. He hopes that it won’t come to that, not only for Dimitri’s sake, but for the sake of the others, even if they are secondary to him. Annette is in terrible shape right now, and Ashe looks so panicked one would think he’d seen a ghost. And, though he’s trying not to think about it, Dedue feels just the slightest twinge in his own bladder. Nothing that he can’t ignore for a long while yet, but if everyone else were able to take care of their own needs, there would be no point in putting it off for himself. Byleth continues to play dumb, trying to hide her own excitement from her students. It’s been too easy, getting them to this point, and now her planning and effort has almost paid off. Everyone’s always so eager for tea with her, and the diuretic properties of the tea alone is enough to cause some discomfort during class, but pair that with some additional diuretics- she reminds herself to thank Claude later, both for providing and for not asking why - and none of them have a chance. Her class is close in a strange way, and she’s close to them in a way that goes far beyond what is professional. Even knowing that that is wrong, she can’t bring herself to care, and goes through with her plan anyway. Byleth has lived a life of seclusion, and after being brought into society at the monastery, she found her unusual interests coming to the surface, urging her forward, past where most others would surely stop. She doesn’t know why she likes to watch her students squirm like this, but she does, and she wants to push them to the point that they are so desperate, they won’t listen to their inhibitions. Once they’re past that point, it will be easy for the nine of them- and oh, she likes the sound of that - to truly move forward. Perhaps then, events like this can become more commonplace, and something that everyone willingly participates in. The only one who seems like they could make it far beyond the others is Dedue, but she supposes that there’s nothing to be done about that. Either way, she’s sure he would still appreciate the chance at relief, even if his need isn’t nearly so great as some of the other students. Truthfully, Byleth wouldn’t mind pushing it a little bit farther, just to see everyone squirm a bit more, just to see if she could get Dedue to squirm, but there are some who seem ready to crack at any second- Annette and Ashe, in particular- and likely wouldn’t last that long. She has to do this now, before they’re out of the running. “And that concludes this lecture,” she says, a thrill going through her when she hears a rather loud sigh of relief. “Before you leave, there’s one final assignment I want you all to complete.” Following that, a groan. “Professor, I really-” Annette starts, but she interrupts her before she can finish her sentence. “I’m aware that you all need to relieve yourselves, and rather desperately, in most of your cases,” she says, and she is rewarded with more than a few heavy blushes. “I’ve known the whole time, so I’m sure you’re all very frustrated with me. In fact, some of you might even want to get back at me for that. Am I right?” “What are you getting at?” Felix snaps, and it’s so cute to see him coming so close to completely losing control. She knew it would be particularly hard on him and his pride. “If you all want to complete this assignment, all you have to do is exactly what you want to do most right now,” she explains. “The catch is, you can’t leave this room, so what option does that leave you? I’m sure you all could think of more than a few, but the one that will get you the points you need to pass this assignment is to use your professor.” A shocked silence descends over the room as the eight students try to process exactly what it is that she’s just said. The first to react is Sylvain, who says, “You can’t seriously be saying what it sounds like, right?” There’s a confused smile on his face that fades to a grimace as he fights off a harsh pang from his bladder. “It’s exactly that,” Byleth says. “Now, I’ll sit right here at the front of the classroom, and you can come up in any to order to complete your assignment.” And, true to her word, she sits down with her back against the wall, watching her students process this. On the verge of wetting herself, her judgment completely clouded by her overwhelming need, Annette hops up, bolting to the front of the room with her hands jammed between her legs. Mercedes follows close behind her, a concerned look on her face. Annette stops just short of Byleth, her face going red as she says, “I-I don’t know if I can do this! Everyone’s watching, and it’s weird, a-and I…” “Do you remember when we got lost in the forest?” asks Mercedes, stepping up beside her friend. “Y-you mean at our old school, when we had to look for the potion ingredients?” Annette’s eyes widen. “Mercie…?” “Just like back then. I’m right here for you,” she says, and with that, she hikes up her long skirt to pull down her underwear, squatting over one of Byleth’s legs. She offers a hand, and Annette hesitates for only a moment before squeaking, reminded of how pressing her predicament is, and she does the same. The two of them hold hands as they slowly relax, a look of overwhelming relief on their faces as they let go, hot piss gushing out of them onto each of Byleth’s legs, and it’s all their professor can do to keep from moaning. As for the girls, they show less restraint, both soon letting out moans of relief, until they finish up. Now, there seems to be less shame in Annette’s face, and instead, she fights a smile as she and Mercedes stand up, stepping aside to straighten their clothes. “This is ridiculous,” Felix mutters, stepping up by himself. “I can’t believe you’re all just going along with it, but fine.” He uses his bravado to cover up his desperation, but Byleth can tell that he’s only hurrying up to her because watching his classmates relieve themselves has only pushed him closer to his own limit. He glares down at her as he pulls out his cock, and wastes no time in aiming directly for her face as he lets loose. Felix groans as he pisses on his professor, and Byleth can’t help but open her mouth a little bit. After he’s done, Sylvain takes the cue to go next, dragging a protesting Ingrid with him. “Come on,” he says, “I can tell you’re at your limit.” Ingrid’s eyes widen and she elbows him hard for his comment. This has a less than ideal affect on Sylvain, who nearly doubles over, and has to grab himself through his pants for a moment before he can regain his composure. He looks back up with a pained smile and mumbles, “Okay, fine, me first, then.” Ingrid’s face is scarlet as she hangs back, staring as Sylvain follows Felix’s example, though he seems more intent on aiming his stream at Byleth’s chest. He sighs rather loudly when he’s done, chuckling as he says, “That was a really close call. Alright, you’re up, Ingrid!” Ingrid still seems reluctant, and doesn’t make eye contact with Sylvain or Byleth or anyone as she quietly comes up to get it over with. Byleth is surprised that simply hikes up her skirt and pulls her underwear to the side, using her hand to properly aim her stream somewhere around Byleth’s lap. Well, she did grow up surrounded by a lot of boys, so maybe she had to pick up a few tricks along the way. Byleth is surprised that Ashe has lasted this long, but his shyness can no longer win out over his overwhelming need to relieve himself. He scrambles to the front of the room before it’s too late, paying no mind to where he aims on Byleth, and she has become just shameless enough to crane her neck, her lips parted so that she can catch some in her mouth. While Ashe is finishing up, Dimitri and Dedue hang back slightly behind him, with Dimitri still seeming hesitant. He takes a few slow steps forward as Ashe moves out of the way, with Dedue following close behind him. For a moment, he looks ready to question her, but she looks up at him, already thoroughly drenched by his classmates, and gives him a reassuring look. Dimitri doesn’t hesitate after that, and Dedue is at his side, following him to the very end. The two of them help in soaking her chest and stomach, and she can’t help but notice that Dedue goes on for just as long as Dimitri, despite showing few outward signs of discomfort. She hopes that she will have a chance to test his limits someday. ~X~ Cleanup is done by herself, and nothing else is spoken of the incident as her students shuffle out of the classroom. There’s no real way of telling what’s going through their minds, until they all show up to class the next day, fidgeting and uncomfortable, and she knows for a fact that none of them were given any diuretics. Seems things turned out just the way she wanted. - If you're interested in my writing updates, please follow my fanfiction twitter @WattStalf
  4. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2015

    Poor Ashe, she's always being overshadowed by Aile, in an already underrated series, and I go and do this to her. I don't normally draw diapers in this messy a state either, she just gets crapped on by everybody.
  5. I saw Ashe, and knew what I had to do. This story also includes some fine art of our favorite cowgirl done by Livinginfinite. You can see more of his excellent art on his tumblr: https://thelivinginfinite.tumblr.com/ There will be a part 2, I just decided to split it up because it was really long and it was taking too much time, so I figured I'd just post the first Ashe part for now. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “All right, saddle up, everyone!” The commanding voice of Ashe issued over the clamor of the Deadlock gang. The various thieves, crooks, outlaws and other vagabonds stopped in their tracks as they heard the voice of their leader, “We got a score, and soon. I want every gun loaded, every bomb prepped, and I want everyone to know the plan!” Ashe stood atop a tall stack of crates, overlooking the crowd gathering in front of her. Her colossal Omnic guardian stood to the side, watching on. There was not a peep from the gang once Ashe took the stage; everyone in the Deadlock knew better than to piss off their fierce leader. There was no shortage of tales of her chaotic, spiteful and vengeful nature. Everyone in the gang knew that Ashe’d have Bob wring their necks if they so much as looked at her funny. Ashe, naturally, adored the fear and respect her underlings had for her. She began to outline their plan; it was a relatively simple one, just a smash-and-grab on a nearby bank. However, as Ashe laid out the plan to her crew, she began to feel the urge to pee, and this was a problem for her. She was one of the last people you might think would have troubles with any sort of bathroom matters, but you’d be in for a surprise. Years of fighting, drinking, firefights, and explosives had taken their toll on Ashe, and left her with certain… “weaknesses” in regards to her bladder and bowels. Weaknesses that required the young woman to wear diapers. No one except for Bob knew about her protection, and she aimed to keep it that way. Fortunately for her, her long coat obscured anyone’s view of her rear, preventing them from seeing the bulky garment bulging through her pants. Still, though, Ashe greatly preferred to avoid using the thing when in front of her crew, which became a problem as she felt her need to relieve herself rising. She had very little control over her bladder, and in the middle of her speech, she felt the space between her legs begin to grow hot and soggy. Her cheeks reddened, and she found herself stuttering slightly while speaking. She cleared her throat, and continued speaking, doing her best to ignore the fact that she was still urinating on herself. Her diaper happily soaked up her pee, growing and swelling as it did so. The hot wetness spread around, thoroughly saturating her privates before travelling to her backside and soaking into the fabric there. Astoundingly, she was still peeing, too. Ashe was just wrapping up her speech when she felt something that nearly made her heart stop: a drop of urine slowly winding down her thigh. Her diaper was leaking. “Er, and that’s about everything,” Ashe hastily concluded her speech, “So start gettin’ ready, we’re headin’ out ASAP!” She jumped down off the crates, wincing as her diaper squished from the movement. She and Bob walked away from the crew and, when they were out of earshot of anybody, Ashe leaned over to ask, “Bob! I peed while I was talkin’, was it noticeable?” In response, her silent partner simply gave a thumbs-up, signalling that she was good. Ashe exhaled in relief. Now she just needed to get changed, then she’d be ready to head out on their excursion. They came upon a two-story building near Route 66 that the Deadlock had appropriated as a temporary headquarters; the upstairs of which was being used as Ashe’s room. “Just gimme a sec, Bob, I just gotta changed,” she said, ascending the stairs. Bob held out his hand in a sort of “wait for me!” gesture, but Ashe stopped him, “It’s not that bad, Bob. I’ll be fine,” she said, still grateful for his concern. Entering into her room, Ashe tossed her coat to the side, and prepared to further undress in a way that had become routine since her incontinence had fully manifested… only, she stopped when she saw what was in her room. An exceptionally tall, slender, orange-haired woman stood imposingly in her room. Around her were several unconscious Deadlock members, several of them lying in puddles with lumpy bulges in their pants. The tall woman turned quickly to face Ashe. Ashe reached for her rifle, but did not draw it when she realized that the woman had no weapon, and was simply smiling and steepling her fingers at her arrival. She kept her hand on her gun, just in case. “Ah, at last,” the woman began, her Irish accent only raising more questions about who she was, “I was growing tired of waiting for you.” “You got five seconds to tell me why I shouldn’t blow you away here and now, lady!” The Irish woman chuckled before putting her hand on her chest, “I am Moira, I represent a party whose goals I feel can align with your own.” “Uh-huh. That why you took out so many of my guys?” “Now I did try to tell them I wasn’t here to hurt anyone,” She gave one of them a little kick, causing the downed woman to groan a little, “they are still alive.” “And what goals do you think we have in common, you psycho?” “Simple: There’s a woman I want to hunt down. There’s a man you want to hunt down.” “Yer talkin’ about McCree.” “Mmhm,” Moira nodded, “Turns out our respective targets are fairly well acquainted.” “Cut to the chase, already!” “I’m trying to do away with an old colleague of mine- one Angela Ziegler- and she would most certainly know how to go about finding your old friend,” Just mentioning McCree made Ashe tighten her grip on her rifle, “My organization didn’t want to spare any resources on what they deemed a ‘personal vendetta,’ so I’m left pretty short-handed. I’ve got a very simple offer for you, Ashe: help me take care of this thorn in my side, and I’ll let you interrogate her for McCree’s location before we… tidy up.” “... Interestin’... ” Ashe murmured, “Now, what’s stoppin’ me from callin’ my friend Bob up here and having him snap you in half like the twig you are for disrespectin’ me and my gang like this?” Moira scowled slightly, then seemed to vanish from sight in a puff of purple and black smoke. “Wha-” Ashe exclaimed. Only a split second later, Moira reappeared in a similar cloud of dark smoke, with her right hand gripping Ashe’s face tightly. Where each finger pressed into her skin, she felt a painful burning sensation. “I am what’s stopping you,” Her fingers dug deeper, still burning intensely, “I’m here to offer you an alliance to benefit the both of us, not to make enemies,” Ashe’s entire face began to tingle, then sting when Moira’s hand seemed to glow purple, “But if you are so intent on it, I can assure you that I am a powerful and deadly enemy.” Ashe had no idea what was happening. It felt like her head was being burned away. She’d fought in thousands of intense fights, but she’d never seen anything like this before. Her heart was nearly beating out of her chest, and she couldn’t find her words. A sound, a bit like a mudslide, filled the room as Ashe’s bowels were emptied into her soaked diaper. She felt the foul mess drop out of her body, piling up in her diaper, filling the spaces between her legs. The mess was soft, and spread around quickly. She was sure she felt some of it slip out of the diaper and into her actual pants. Her bladder had found more contents to lose, as well; while she was soiling herself, a powerful stream of urine flooded her diaper once more. The garment was soaked and full to bursting, and the urine not so much “leaked” as poured out of the diaper, which had lost all pretense of functioning by this point. Her thighs were suddenly warmed and wet by the twin rivers of pee flowing down her legs. Moira arrogantly smirked the entire time this was transpiring. Once Ashe had finished wetting and soiling her pants, the intimidating woman let go of her face, saying, “Seems like we have an understanding, then,” With a little flick of her other hand, a small, golden cloud was sprayed onto Ashe’s face. She expected more pain or further humiliation, but was surprised to feel the burning sensation fade away. She frantically patted her head with both hands, searching for damage, but none was to be found. “Stop worrying, I’ve healed you up.” Moira took a step back, and extended her hand- the healing one- out for a handshake, “We don’t have to be enemies, Ashe. Let’s work together, and take care of two pests at once,” Ashe slowed her breathing, and found her voice, “And you’re sure this woman you’re after is gonna know where McCree ran off to?” “I’m certain of it,” “... Okay, yeah… You got a deal, Moira,” Ashe reached out, and shook the mysterious woman’s hand. “Excellent. I’ll contact you again in about an hour with some instructions. For the time being, you may wish to devote some time to cleaning yourself up.” The deal struck, Moira vanished into thin air once more. Ashe looked around, but did not see her reappear anywhere nearby. Ashe absolutely hated the woman, but she did have a point about cleaning up. She hadn’t made a mess of herself this severely in a very long while. Now she probably would need Bob’s help to get changed. Not to mention that were several injured people unconscious in her room, many of them in similar states of needing a change. “Bob!” She shouted as she exited the building to get her Omnic companion, “Need some help here, Bo-” “Ms. Ashe!” Her heart almost stopped when she was greeted by a small group of Deadlock members outside the building. They looked somewhat panicked and had their weapons ready. “We heard someone say that an intruder was attacking us! Are you okay, Ms. Ashe?” The person at the forefront of this small group, a young woman, asked. Her eyes drifted downwards, settling on the obviously wet crotch of Ashe’s pants. And Ashe was sure they could smell her other accident. The Deadlock woman averted her eyes, and the others present slowly caught on and did the same. Ashe wanted to die on the spot. “Oh, um… Did you, uh… need a minute, Ms. Ashe?” The woman’s voice grew fainter and fainter as she spoke. Something snapped inside of her, and Ashe felt her shame get replaced by anger. She couldn’t stand the way they were pitying her right then. Her blood beginning to boil, she took an intimidating step forward, “I’m doin’ just fine, kid. You came by at the perfect time, as a matter of fact. There’s about ten people knocked out in my room, and unless you’re plannin’ on joinin’ them, I suggest you get to clearin’ them out!!” The Deadlock woman almost fell down as she retreated backwards, away from Ashe. As she’d hoped, a wet stain formed on the woman’s crotch, and travelled down her thighs. A few others in the group were doing the same. “Get movin’!” Ashe commanded. The woman frantically nodded, then ran into the building. The others followed after her. Ashe smirked when she noticed the messy bulge in the back of the woman’s pants. “Bob!” She called out. After a second, the large Omnic stood by her side. “Help me get cleaned up. After that, we’ve got a new plan...”
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