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  1. So this is a little scifi setting I've been mulling around the past month or so. This is one of two projects. One is yet to be posted and an actual piece of fiction. This is an interactive story done in a disco channel so while it does have the length it's a little rough but thoroughly enjoyable thus far. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjsemNhze7U Allow me to set the scene, to paint the canvas through which we will accompany our poor heroine. A small piece of music to help illustrate my vision of a corporate neon future. The San Angeles Metroplex or more commonly known as SANAM City. The remnants of the western North American Seaboard reformed on the temperate coast after the event... Everyone knows the event, it the world a chance to start over for better or worse. At a time during which the Earth's poles were reversing leaving the magnetosphere at a mere fraction of it’s strength the sun’s activity spiked. A devastating coronal mass ejection event started it all. Satellite’s circuitry fused in an instant, even the most hardened of communication systems ground to a halt with the interference generated by the petawatts of energy released upon the earth. High voltage transmission lines that made everyday living and the technology we relied on blew when the transformers melted, substations detonated from the ambient currents rippling through the atmosphere. Drives in all but the luckiest or most shielded locations were erased in a flash. The solar activity persisted and the power… stayed off. Governments crumbled, populations evaporated but as we are a tenacious species we carried on despite the adversity. The prevalence of nuclear reactors in the midwest and east coast left much of north america uninhabitable and a combination of factors made those who survived flock to the west coast. A temperate climate, the vast Pacific ocean, fertile farm ground and of course a lack of skin searing radiation which is a bonus. What little power structure survived was in the form of multinational corporations. Slowly they assumed control, provided stability, order. It wasn’t perfect but it was something. But enough of that history lesson. Some people don’t even believe that’s what really happened. With such limited electronic records from the time numerous wild conspiracy theories fill the net. Crime, drugs, technology and a thin facade of corporate order holding it all together. Welcome to Sanam city. Flashy advertisements line the streets projecting holo images. Far above ground level the ultralux jet about in their aircars looking down on those below stuck using wheeled transportation. Cybernetic implants enhance everyday life helping with every task imaginable. The sky is the limit when it comes to augmentation and if you can dream it up and have the credit for it… Therein came the problem. As with any foreign object certain precautions had to be taken to ensure the body’s white blood cells don’t attack and reject it. The latest iteration from PharmaTek of their ubiquitous acceptance cocktail Serum5 has been all the rage. Used in surgery it is combined with a potent anesthetic which makes it a favorite to smoke as well often sold by less than scrupulous doctors on the side looking for a little bit of extra cash. What nobody was expecting was the drastic side effects that accompanied the new revision. It wreaked havoc with the parasympathetic nervous system but only with those who had a XX chromosome pairing. The effects were almost instantaneous. Females everywhere began to experience the symptoms. Increased appetites, lacrimation, drooling and worst of all what looked like an inexplicable onset of incontinence like effects stemming from much more sensitive sphincter muscles. Nobody knew how to deal with it and information was scarce. PharmaTek slicers worked round the clock to expunge any questions confused and concerned women raised on the net. Doctors were paid off to look the other way and attribute such incidents up to stress but it was growing too big to cover up. With no fix insight and dollar signs in their eyes a pivot was made. After the first month past and the effects have spread to most if not all of the female population. Feminine incontinence wear sprang up practically overnight. Adverts and product campaigns in an effort to normalize and profit off of their own screwup. PharmaTek still hasn’t owned what it has done but profits are higher than ever now with it’s subdivisions devoting entire production lines to incontinence wear. Two months have passed since Serum5 hit the streets and the troubling issues brought with it are still fresh in everyone’s mind. Not everyone is accepting their fate laying down! Some still strive towards a cure to the sudden onset of symptoms but others resigned themselves to a life of ‘protection’. A song played in the early hours of the morning. The greenish hue of the fading Aurora Centralis besieged by the distant rising sun. “Just five more minutes.” a groggy voice calls out from underneath a set of expensive silken sheets. “Ms Blackstar, it is unsanitary to sleep in your own urine. This is the third night in a row you have urinated in your bedding. I advise an appointment with the company clinic. I scheduled an appointment for thursday of this week.” the ‘helpful’ computerized assistant spoke. “and I would advise using the restroom before bed.” it said almost as if it was mocking her. Her cheeks turned red as she slowly woke up. It was right… the clammy cool feeling of soaked sheets clung to her skin. “Nnnngggg not again!” she growled, wrinkling her nose at the smell of piss. She’d have to do laundry again. “Just… cancel the appointment and deactivate.” she said, obviously in no mood to be discussing her problem. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed her scowl only deepened seeing the huge damp splotch covering her bottom sheet and having soaked her pajamas. She pinched the bridge of her nose before her fingers in frustration before forcing herself to trudge to the bathroom. A shower would help, she’d have to strip the sheets again. This was getting real old… the past month had been chaos. Women under her command calling out sick having unfortunate… accidents and even having more than a few close calls herself including one afternoon in the office where after a mad scramble towards the restroom she’d ended up just yanking her skirt up and pissing through her panties. Everyone just said it was ‘something going around’ but what kind of cold did this? She’d seen one of the company doctors but he fed her some line of bullshit. Sounded like he was reading a script, told her to make sure she got some rest maybe take some time off. It didn’t sit right with her and now it seemed to be getting worse. She was wetting her bed again! A PrivSec agent should not being doing that… no less a PrivSec field commander! What kind of person wanted to hire security from someone who couldn’t stop wetting themselves… or worse? A hot shower helped ease her mind, it always did. Her morning routine fell into place with a few extra additions to accommodate her little bedwetting incident. A brush through her long black hair, a faint dusting of makeup followed by her sharp grey suit. It wasn’t her field outfit but she could change into that later if necessary. Most corporate jobs had been little more than babysitting lately which… with all the issues she was facing wasn’t exactly a bad thing. The door to her more than modest apartment opened and shut behind her as she exited towards the carpark. Even the low level grunts at PrivSec were payed relatively well. It wasn’t a bad outfit to work for if you didn’t mind turning blind eye on occasion to some of the less than moral contracts. Her implants hummed away taking care of minor tasks like opening her car door and making sure her apartment’s security system was armed. Unlike much of the tech on the street her implants were all top notch, designed not to stand out, not to raise attention. At first glance one would never even notice she was auged except for the faint glowing ring her pupils. Another benefit of being employed by PrivSec, implants related to your job function were provided at a heavy discount and doctor’s services were waived as long as it was installed inhouse. An executive black sedan waited for her. Living in a better part of SANAM city meant most of the other vehicles around hers were similar but all it took was driving a couple of miles in the wrong direction and the rolling scrap heaps people called cars would surround her vehicle. The coffee warmed her throat as she greedily sucked it down taking a seat on the fine leather. Sunlight was just starting to wash over the sprawling city, not that it was ever really dark anymore. Not with the aurora and the constant advertisements. The car’s engine fired to life with the raucous bark of a powerful cold start before falling into a smooth rumble. Before she could set off an advertisement chimed in through the av unit the holographic image of what could only be described as a child’s diaper appearing. “Now available to women everywhere the revolutionary Huggies Titan with color changing indic...” the advert went on before she bellowed angrily. “Turn that shit off!” she spat. People weren’t actually buying this garbage were they? She could feel the satin grasp of the panties she wore underneath her suit and blushed at the thought of wearing something so ridiculous. With an angry stab of the throttle she set off into the city’s early morning bustle. She continued to sip her coffee and catch up on the news as she drove moving from light to light. She liked to get to the office early. That gave her a chance to pick her assignment before other field commanders might choose a contract she wanted. She was getting close to the office, an uneventful drive thus far. Traffic had been heavier than normal but not too bad. She’d still be on time but… something caught the corner of her eye. Out the side window down a littered alley she spotted two bangers. Two hoods to whatever local gang was around working over some guy pretty good. A man and a woman both wearing a black hoodie with some neon colors on the back. “Low life parasites...” she sneered, her hand moving towards the large sidearm holstered under her suit jacket. She gave a sidelong glance at the time in her ocular implant. She could stop this, save that poor guy do a small act of good in a city that so often lacked it but… if she got out and approached those two punks who knows how long it could take or how risky it could be to approach them. What if they had backup? Most days she would have just driven by barely sparing a glance. Maybe it was everything that had been going on giving her a little bit of perspective but fed up as she was she wasn’t about to let this shit just happen. “Fuck it.” she glanced at the time, it would be cutting it close but… an outlet for her frustrations sounded just like what she needed. The door opened and with a hiss and the driver behind her layed on the horn to which she responded with a steely glare and a flash of her middle finger. The car’s door shut behind her and the automated driver took over shuttling the vehicle out of the roadway while she took care of business per se. The simplest way to clock a concealed weapon but not always the most accurate, a quick thermal scan. A quick change of her vision mode to thermal. The woman was wearing a pair of brass knuckles and from the rough outline the man looked to have a small firearm tucked into his waistband. Probably some piece of shit polymer printed illegal knockoff. The yellows and reds faded from her vision as she returned to normal sight. “Hey!” she barked at them already drawing the large caliber handgun from underneath her shoulder. Her other hand already flashing her PrivSec badge as she approached. A PrivSec agent was not someone you wanted to run up against. The two paused kicking the brutalized man and for a moment there was a calm in the alley punctuated by a groan of pain. At 5’10” Emelie Blackstar wasn’t exactly a small woman and in the small heels she wore around the office she crested six feet tall. The two seemed unimpressed by her stature or her badge and the young girl maybe early twenties spoke up first. “Oh come up we’re just showing our friend what happens when you mess with us.” she said. Her mouth was hidden underneath a bandana but she sounded like she was grinning, the smug little bitch. “Yeah, this ain’t some corpoRAT security detail so why don’t you fuck off.” her partner in crime spat with a laugh. The pair had balls but that wasn’t liable to count for much with a piece of serious hardware leveled at you. “Why don’t you go put on a show for some ultralux, whore.” the girl mocked. Her brightly dyed blue hair framed her face falling out from under her hood. Emelie just wanted to knock her teeth in. So far she had shown restraint but these two… her finger twitched moving from the trigger guard to the trigger. As his accomplice spoke he made his move reaching for his concealed weapon. He never even managed to draw it from his waistband before she fired the first shot. A deafening crack echoed in the alley, her aural implants attenuating the sound protecting her hearing. Another crack as she fired a second time, each crack of gunfire accompanied by the satisfying metal snap of the slide racking back ejecting the spent cartridge. Five shots directly center mass splattering the ground behind him with a red mist. He slumped over instantly. The woman’s eyes were as wide as saucers when she saw the agent storming towards her gun still in hand. “You should have listened to me. Your little friend here was about to come at me with an illegal piece. Now you’ll be on the hook for murder.” she said with a smirk as she grabbed the woman by the collar and shoved her against back against the wall. “N...no please… please just… just let me go.” she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks. She narrowed her eyes jamming the hot muzzle of her gun straight against the woman’s throat. A small mercy she was wearing a bandanna but that would be the least of her problems should she decide to pull the trigger. She pinned her against the wall with her forearm using her hand to yank down the bandanna getting a good look at her face analyzing the expression. “Genuine remorse...” she said as she loosened her grip finally hearing the sound of running water. It was faint but noticeable with her enhanced hearing. She let her go taking a step back. “You… no… don’t tell me...” giving a look of disgust at the distraught girl glancing down expecting to see a growing wet splotch rushing down her ripped at the knee jeans but nothing… Something clicked in her mind. That damned advertisement she’d heard earlier. A quick flash back to thermal vision showed her everything she needed to know. The glowing yellow radiant heat all around her groin. “Show some backbone, christ are you actually wearing one of those… things?” she couldn’t even bring herself to say the word. “And stop crying!” she snapped at her waving her gun nonchalantly. “I… I can’t stop!” she said defensively, wiping her eyes. “and… and I didn’t even feel it.” the girl mumbled averting her gaze. The agent was disgusted but at the same time morbidly curious. “Let me see it.” she found herself saying. The woman blushed furiously, as if admitting to having pissed herself was embarrassing enough now this deranged woman wanted to see… her… diaper? “You can’t be serious!” she balked. “Just fucking do it and then get your ass out of here. I don’t want to waste anymore ammo today.” she threatened. The color drained from her face and her hands fumbled with her pants quickly yanking them down mid thigh exposing the sodden garment. It was just like that damn advert had described. Thick, swollen with urine the cutesy prints faded when she’d wet it. “Get out of my sight.” she said coldly, jamming the firearm back into her holster. Tapping her finger to her ear for a moment walking towards the end of the alley leaving the surreal scene behind her. She combed her fingers through her hair as the operator came on through her implant. “No… the emergency is passed.” she said to the emergency dispatch. “No… just… listen. PrivSec agent ID 37489 just send an officer down. Some little shit came at me with a piece of knockoff tech… No I won’t wait at the scene. Yes, whatever just send the paperwork to the office.” she said tersely ending the call. Walking along the sidewalk leaving the alley she called her car remotely tracking its crawl through traffic as it homed in on her location. She winced, feeling that familiar pang of growing urgency. That coffee… she should have known it would go right through her. She took a deep breath and pinched her thighs together before pressing on ignoring the sensation. “Damn autodrive… could it have found a farther parking spot!” she groused still waiting for her car to appear in the seemingly endless flow of traffic. Finally after another few minutes it slowly pulled up along side her as she strolled casually through the dingy streets gratefully getting into the passenger door when it slid open. “Get me to the office.” she said taking a somewhat stiff sitting posture, tapping her foot against the carpeting. “Uhg, I’m going to be late I knew I should have kept going.” she complained. Truthfully she would only be perhaps five minutes or so late but she had a feeling the better assignments would already be taken by the time she arrived. The rest of the drive was fortunately less eventful and though she resisted the urge to jam her hand between her legs thinking herself better than that she certainly wanted to. There it was, finally; the PrivSec building. A massive obsidian obelisk in a sea of concrete and glass superstructures. The car could park itself allowing her to take a deep breath and depart. She walked quickly into the looming building passing through the requisite security checkpoints verifying both biometric and implant locks along the way. She could feel her muscles quivering as she stood in the elevator forcing herself not to squirm. The very muscles threatening to send a torrential downpour straight into her uniform. Finally the bell chimed and her floor was revealed through the maglevetator. She let out a sigh of relief and departed heading straight towards the restroom. Approaching her from the other side of the hall was a man clad in a pinstriped black suit. Her stomach dropped, it was her boss… “You’re late Blackstar.” his gravely voice called out. He was holding a folder in his hands… was he just fucking waiting for her? Hagar that little micromanaging prick! This was bad… what if he got off on some tangent and started lecturing her or what if he wanted to talk mission parameters… She just wanted to piss! Of course he was waiting for her today of all days. She groaned as he approached her feeling uncomfortably full. It was getting urgent but she’d be fine… she was simply feeling a little concerned and rightfully so with what had been happening lately. The worry came from the twitchy sensation between her legs. She took a deep breath and focused, forcing herself to stand up straight her professional shoes clacking against the floor as she closed the distance. “Just a little distraction on the way to the office… you know how it is.” she said dismissively; having decided to address him first before running off. Ignoring her boss… not a smart move. “Actually, I don’t. The police report came in. It’s waiting on your desk for a signature. If you want to be a hero do it on your own time.” he said. She raised her eyebrow folding her arms over her chest shifting from one foot to another. “Priority B mission.” he said thrusting the folder at her. That must have been why he was in a less than jovial mood. She took the folder holding it under her arm already slowly beginning to circle around him. Normally the two had a good working relationship and on a small handful of occasions met for a few drinks and some extra curricular activities. Given the rigid corporate environment sleeping with a subordinate was not exactly smiled upon. It gave her a little bit of leverage with him but she knew if she really tried to pull that card he would most certainly take her down with him. “Priority B? I’ll take a look at it in a minute.” she said already beginning to look away. He sighed “You know the rules, we’ve got to go over mission parameters. This is an ultralux heavy hitter.” he began. “I said in a minute okay so unless you want me pissing all over the floor meet me in my damn office in five minutes!” she snapped at him shooting him a dangerous look. That didn’t stop him from quietly snickering and raising his hands in defense. “Fine fine, five minutes.” he said, watching her walk. “Oh and get me a danish from the coffee room… no, two. I’m fucking famished.” she said rubbing her stomach. “Fuck…” she hissed under his breath clenching her fists as she quickly walked towards the bathroom. Fortunately he wasn’t in as bad of a mood as he let on, just stressed at getting a priority B mission. Her cursing might come up later but he usually let her slide except for the few times he mentioned it in her damn yearly review but that’s another story! Finally the bathroom was in sight. She had just been joking about pissing all over the floor but seeing the bathroom so close suddenly seemed to make the urge even stronger. Her bladder spasmed but she didn’t feel anything and with a burst of speed she darted forward throwing caution to the wind as she threw open the bathroom door and hurried inside. Small mercy it was empty. The door locked automatically behind her giving her the privacy to attend to her rather pressing needs. She tossed the file haphazardly onto the granite counter; her hands were already fumbling with the front of her pants as she bounced from foot to foot. The sight of the toilet right in front of her making the need to go even worse. In a swift motion she yanked down her pants accompanied by her panties letting her head lull back with a moan of relief that was shortly drown out by the gushing noisy hiss. Blissful relief and she’d made it not like the other week which still made her flush with embarrassment. Pissing through her panties as she sat on the toilet, her a grown woman of twenty-nine, a PrivSec agent no less! The coffee having stimulated another urge she gave a push and finished her morning evacuation with an unladylike series of noises. She frowned, the urge had come on so fast and the strange sensations. She was growing concerned. At first she had tried to chalk it up to coincidence… and the first doctor had told her it was just stress but these close calls and then her wet sheets. “Fuck...” she said when her eyes finally rested on the gusset of her panties. There was a telltale damp splotch and a faint wet streak that ran down the inseam of her pants. “Fuck!” she cursed again loudly slamming her fist against the wall. Tears started to well in her eyes. “What the fuck… why am I crying!” she howled even more angry than before. It took a few seconds to calm down, but she did. Wiping her eyes to stave off the unbidden tears and squirming when the bidet triggered she was ready to start her day. She approached the mirror, a news feed of various stories scrolling through down one side. The water turned on automatically and she washed her hands, meticulously drying them before straightening out her coat making sure she was composed once again. “Get it the fuck together.” She told her reflection grabbing the folder from the counter. Emelie marched out of the bathroom back towards her office, stomach growling with ravenous hunger. He was waiting for her sitting across from her desk and as requested with two pastries and another cup of coffee were waiting for her. He was holding one palm up a holographic image projecting up as he casually checked his mail whilst waiting for her. The projection faded as he heard her enter and he cleared his throat. “Good morning Em, I didn’t mean to be sharp with you it’s just well you know… priority B.” he began, flashing a charismatic smile. “Yeah yeah, just don’t make it a habit.” She teased tossing the folder onto her desk, lowering herself into her cushy office chair. “So this mission, what are doing doing?” she began, reaching for the folder as he implants synced with the holoprojectors mounted in her desk. He intercepted her movements first. Before she could open the file he put his hand on top, a look of concern on his face. “Before that…” he began somewhat hesitantly. “Are you… doing okay?” he asked. The gesture of sympathy caught her by surprise. Of course they had a close working relationship but in the office he had always kept her at an arm’s reach. Analyzing his facial expressions with her implant she looked him over for ulterior motives; concern, unease, apprehension… amusement followed by a long list of potential false positives. ‘Fucking asshole would be amused by the situation’ but perhaps that was a little harsh she thought. Likely he was doing the exact same thing, scanning her reaction. Fuck it was tempting, to just talk about what had been happening lately. It seemed he was genuinely concerned, her only worry was as her boss he might take anything she said to the medical department. “Look you don’t have to tell me anything… I just know a lot of weird stuff has been going on the past few weeks… not specifically with you I mean” He said using an innocuous euphemism. She had a feeling she knew exactly what he meant by weird stuff. She took a large bite out of one of the pastries mulling it over. He was the closest thing to a friend she had in PrivSec. It was weird, everyone seemed to at least on some level know that something was wrong… but no one was talking about it probably too embarrassed to be the first to say something. It was easier to just carry on and pretend everything was normal despite a few extra loads of laundry. Even the few times she did a quick search of the net there were no hits leaving her thinking she was the only one suffering such issues or it was just all in her head. The raven haired agent looked at him, washing down the pastry with a gulp of coffee She set the cup of aromatic caffeinated liquid down staring at it for a moment before returning her gaze to his. Narrowing her eyes she pointed at him “This doesn’t leave this room and so help me god if you laugh… I’ve already shot one person today.” She threatened with a menacing tone. He shook his head giving her a look “Who am I going to tell?” he casually brushed away her concerns. Emelie rubbed her face with her hands massaging her temples. “I’m doing… well not exactly bad but…” she began, pausing as her cheeks started to blush red with embarrassment. “Have you noticed all those stupid adverts from the PharmaTek subdivisions?” she said, seeming to suddenly nonsequitor to another topic. He gave her a confused look before it clicked. “Sort of… not really though. So much of those ads are targeted by implant id.” He said, having a vague idea of what she was talking about. “I thought it was crazy… I mean they look like baby diapers with those prints and everything. I thought what kind of self respecting woman would wear -that-.” She continued, slowly getting back to her point. “One of those bangers I ran into this morning. She was wearing one… totally pissed herself.” She said before he interjected. “Well… you did gun down her running partner in front of her with that hand cannon of yours.” He said with a chuckle which earned him a sharp look. “And I held it to her neck but that’s not the point. Sorry… I’m rambling a bit.” She said shaking her head using the momentary silence to take another bite of her pastry. “I started wetting the bed…” she finally forced herself to admit. “You… what?” he said blankly, blinking a few times. “You heard me dick, don’t make me repeat it!” She said feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief. “Once last week… and now three nights in a row.” She elaborated with a sheepish tone. It was what he had asked about but hearing it actually come from her mouth just made it seem even more outlandish. His mouth hung open slightly. “I see.” He said pensively, quickly composing himself. “Yeah… and I’ve had a few close calls during the day.” She said, the concern evident in her voice. “This morning?” he asked. She shook her head. “Not quite, close but I could have held it. I just didn’t want to risk it.” “Understandable… it could be worse though.” He said which earned him another sharp look. “How…” she said bluntly. He scratched the perfectly trimmed stubble along his square cut jaw. “I’m not going to tell you her name but another of the block managers she shit herself. Right in the middle of the Weekly Operation report meeting.” He said bluntly. Her eyes widened. “No…” she said in disbelief. “Yes… she was just sitting there fiddling with her pen taking some notes and I see her just go white as a sheet and then I heard it… and smelled it. She was shocked. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone run so fast out of one of those meetings.” He said with a chuckle. “It’s not funny!” she barked at him. “Sorry sorry.” He said defensively. “It’s not even just the bathroom issues… I’ve been so hungry lately!” she exclaimed, finishing the first pastry as if to reinforce what she’d said. “and the crying… uhg sometimes I can just feel tears starting for no reason. I just… I don’t know what I’m going to do if… this gets worse.” She confided with him. “and before you say anything I have seen a doctor. He said it was probably just stress. Which is bullshit and you know it. That’s just code for I have no idea.” She said with a wry laugh. “Now can I laugh?” he asked which brought a smile to her face. “I’ll allow it.” She said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Well for what it’s worth I don’t think you’re alone with whatever is going on.” He said doing his best to be comforting. “That’s what I thought but… the few times I searched the net I couldn’t find anything but ads for Huggies and Pampers.” She said with an irritated shake of her head. “I mean… couldn’t they at least make them without those stupid cutesy prints!” she said. He gave her a confused look. “Nevermind…” she said embarrassed that she even knew what they looked like. “I also wanted to let you know you’ve got a mandatory physical eval today. I think it’s concerning what’s been going around all the women do. They started with the grunts earlier. I only heard about it today…” he said. She let out a pensive ‘hmm’ and opened up her messages on the holoprojector waving her hand to scroll through before seeing the invite. “Yeah… right here I’m scheduled for 9.” She said with a sigh taking another sip of coffee already eyeing her second pastry. “Thanks…” she said glancing away shyly. “But… if it’s all the same I’ve had enough talking about how I’m pissing my pants and let’s just brief me on mission details before my appointment.” Em said, getting down to business as she plucked a morsel of sweet dough from the delicious breakfast bread. “Right, of course.” He said, opening the folder revealing the papers contained within. “Client’s an ultralux which you probably already guessed.” He began, she nodded and let him continue as she worked on finishing breakfast. “Classic story, spoiled daughter gets it in her head that she wants some excitement, comes down ground level.” He covered spreading out the files on her desk. Pictures of the target, the client and her last known location. “Classic story indeed, can I guess how it ends?” she asked taking a good look at the pictures. “By all means.” He said with a gesture of his hand. “Goes to the club scenes, parties her brains out high of everything from Ozone to every Serum remix available and ends up locked in some guys basement. Now he’s trying to ransom her to daddy. How’d I do?” she asked looking up with a smirk. “Close, I’ll give you a B minus.” He joked. “First, ‘some guy’ happens to be Division Ruin. Serious players in the valley they run some serious combat grade hardware. DR management are ex higher ups from different arms manufacturers and second… we don’t think she knows she’s being ransomed. From what we can tell they’re treating her pretty good meaning…” he paused. “Once Daddy pays they’re just going to kill her.” She answered in his stead. “exactly… and third he’s an investor. So he’s given us a timetable and it’s how should we say… short.” He continued. Emelie frowned, she kicked herself for coming in late today. “On the upside Priority B means close air support if you request it and some pretty choice hardware if you want to go in loud. “I would say this kind of mission is begging for some creative infil, getting close to the higher ups and convince the target to walk right out but I don’t know that you have the time for that but… anyway like I said. Parameters are up to you, keep in mind we do have an asset in DR so try not to kill too many people. She sighed and nodded. “We’ll figure it out and get back Daddy’s little princess in one piece.” The two talked for an hour and change covering the layout of the surrounding area, strength and size of DR forces, security measures, equipment options, tactical approaches and everything else they could fit into the hour before her appointment. She ushered him out of her office so she could maybe get some answers about what was going on. The medical wing was decent walk away from her office. Wing was really more of an understatement as the PrivSec building also housed what amounted to a private hospital. “Examination room FF” she said aloud glancing over her shoulder as a bookish looking operative walked past her leaving one of the rooms on the opposite side of the hall her cheeks blushed with embarrassment. “Welcome Ms. Blackstar.” A chipper female voice called out as she opened the door and quickly shut it behind her. “Mm” she nodded. “Please, go ahead and fill out this questionnaire and then undress.” The shorter woman said. She seemed too happy for this kind of meeting probably just trying to be friendly but Emelie didn’t like her. “Right.” She responded curtly, having to remind herself that the doctor was just trying to help. Had she received any implants and been administered with the new Serum5, had she experienced any increase in appetite, increase in needing to use the restroom… and at the very bottom of the list bouts of incontinence… It was a clean sweep, a yes to every question though she felt the defensive need to clarify with the qualifiers to downplay the severity. “If I could just elaborate on some of these questions…” she asked but the woman shook her head offering a friendly smile. “Oh no that’s not necessary we appreciate your honesty and it only helps us help you!” she said taking the clipboard allowing the woman to undress. Wanting to finish as soon as possible she did as asked carefully setting her shoes aside before slipping out of her pants. Her jacket and shirt followed suit and soon she was standing there in just her light satin panties with an elegant trimming of lace along with a matching bra. “Oh, completely naked please.” The woman asked when she turned around now holding an instrument in her hand. “I’m going to sync with your implants to check your vitals if you’ll open your firewall to device ID 72fc444A.” she said continuing with that irritatingly chipper tone of voice. She sighed again thankful that the small leak from earlier had dried by now as she hooked her thumbs into her waistband and tugged her panties down her long toned thighs. Unhooking her bra shortly thereafter she stood, entirely nude in front of the woman her impressive physique on display. “Go ahead Doc, you should be able to sync now.” She said, folding her arms over her chest. “Thank you, this shouldn’t take long.” She said humming to herself as she waved the device around looking at the screen and then poked and prodded at the woman’s body. “Odd…” she noted as she went about her work. “You haven’t felt drowsy or light headed lately?” she asked idly. “No… why?” Emelie asked, her voice tinged with concern. “Well your average resting heartrate has decreased by approximately 5 beats per minute to 49 or so. Exercising more?” She commented keeping as professional as ever. Emelie just shook her head and let the woman continue. Her impressive physique was enhanced by her implants. Lengthy fibrous metal cables ran the length of her spine and branched off into the major muscle groups in her arms, legs and even into her core. The Apollyon module implanted in the base of her spine helped enhance strength through muscle density and endurance by helping the body filter out lactic acid more quickly. With an elaborate suite of sensors it was also the module the doctor was currently accessing her vital information with. “Well you’re as fit as ever.” She said making a note on the medical device. The woman stood just barely above chest height eye to eye with Emelie’s generous c cup chest. “Let me just check.” She said to herself, setting the device down and reaching out practically jabbing her freezing cold fingers against the woman’s abdomen. Her stomach showed just the faintest hint of musculature underneath a layer of supple pale skin. She flinched, grunting in surprise at the sudden sensation of the woman’s fingers jabbing against her stomach and bladder. Even worse she could feel a spasm, a sudden tickle against her nethers and then a warm rivulet of liquid running down the back of her thigh. ‘Fuck!’ she thought to herself praying the woman didn’t notice. Discussing the issues was one thing but… dribbling down her legs in front of her… that was too much! “Nng” she let out an audible groan as the woman’s fingers dug in a little harder kneading around putting more pressure on her abdomen. “My apologies for any discomfort.” She said continuing to strain and pressure her lower muscles. Her bladder spasmed again and she felt another warm gush of urine run down her legs dribbling onto the floor. “Enough of that!” she exclaimed smacking at the woman’s hand, cheeks burning bright red at having just peed in front of her. It wasn’t much but still, she was mortified! “That should conclude my examination. Thank you for your cooperation Ms. Blackstar.” The woman said. “You may use the towel on the wall to clean up.” She said as if she had been expecting her to urinate all over herself. “You performed exceedingly well and I must say I’m jealous of how you held it together when I pressure your sphincter muscles.” She spoke as the blushing woman toweled legs off. “I’ll get down to brass tax. Though we have no definite information evidence points to a unique interplay between Serum5 and our female physiology. You’re not the only one experience these symptoms an increase in urge incontinence, increased appetite and a mix of others as I am sure you are aware. Oh before you redress…” she said, stopping her just as her panties began to crest her thighs. “I have a sample for you.” She said opening a drawer tugging out a small wrapped package. “The latest in discrete incon wear. The Poise Guardian pad or if you’d prefer I have more absorbent options.” She said still keeping that same chipper tone of voice that was really beginning to irritate her. She was tempted to slap the damn thing from her hand! She needed a medical solution not a diaper! “Are you fucking kidding me!?” she finally snapped. The smaller woman recoiled slightly but stood her ground. “I understand you are frustrated but this is only a temporary solution until a more permanent course of action is presented.” She asserted. “I’m a grown woman! I’m not a child! I don’t need to go fucking traipsing around in a diaper!” she fumed. “This is ridiculous!” she continued, having lost her temper. “This isn’t a diaper!” she protested. After her little eruption the two stood silently, Emelie weighing her options. It was official… she had a problem but this… it seemed so extreme. So she had a few close calls… did she really need to resort to… this? Accepting it just felt like admitting to her weakness but at the same time… it seemed like the smart choice.
  2. So this has been in the works for a good long while, and finally I finished it. This is going to be an ongoing story unlike the others I've posted here and also unlike the others this is going to have male wetting in it. Before this story begins, a patented Clom disclaimer: This story is the first one I'm writing that is going to have male desperation and scenes properly devoted to male peeing. HOWEVER: There will be no male messing scenes. Male messing is still of no interest to me and any scene involving it will be for female characters only. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Just a blurb so people can read what to expect besides the usual stuff: Riley Walker is a girl with a knack for thievery. She can pick a lock, hotwire a car and ride a motorbike with the best of them. With her friend, Lev, a boy with a talent for hacking and electronics, she travels the desolate planet of Atticus VII, scraping a living with any crime syndicate in need of her services. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter I: District Delta It was meant to be a simple job for Riley and her friend Lev. A girl like Riley could do any petty job thrown at her by any syndicate on the planet and she’d get results. It was never anything special, boosting a car or two from some moron who couldn’t make his payments, an illicit street race down the ruined highways of Atticus for wagers and pink slips, and everything in-between. The point being that if it was do with cars or motorbikes, illegal or otherwise, Riley was the girl to do it. So when Riley had turned in a “repossessed” roadster on behalf of Quadrant Alpha’s Russian crime ring, she didn’t take too kindly to being refused payment. The bounty for the car, ten thousand credits, was a fair price for a simple job, but as Riley pulled the roadster into the back alley garage, it became quickly apparent that the boss had no interest in paying her. “Ain’t my call, and don’t go chasing it. Get the fuck out of this town and say nothing more about it.” The mechanic, a thick bodied Russian, had told them with a hostile tone, shooing them away from his garage. Riley was pissed, of course she would be. She was, feeling like there wasn’t much choice, content with getting out of town with nothing more than a furrowed brow and a few curse words. Unfortunately for Riley, Lev couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Trouble had followed him around like his own shadow and once he’d discovered, while he was casually browsing his tablet, a backdoor into the accounts of the local crime syndicate that’d refused to pay them for a job well done, Lev couldn’t help but attempt to put his years of expertise as a hacker to use. The thing was, Lev was arrogant; He didn’t expect such a low-end crime syndicate to have even an ounce of decent cyber-security if any. But the boy was proven wrong when a built-in virtual intelligence within their vault had detected an unauthorized attempt to withdraw funds from it. Alarms rang and the VI controlling the vault had traced the point of entry to Lev's tablet. Both of them had to make a quick getaway, but not without company. For the whole night, Riley and Lev were hounded by a bounty hunter of the syndicate they’d tried to swindle. Riley took her motorbike down the long stretch of highway, toward one of the largest cities on Atticus VII: District Delta. It was early morning when Riley pulled into the charger station in the lower boroughs of District Delta. The few inhabited skyscrapers and houses still gleamed with a neon red glow within the deeper slums of the city. The two suns of Atticus were rising over the cityscape, tinting the sky with an orange glow over the clouds of grey smog. Riley pulled up to the nearest station to charge up her bike. The small charger station greeted her with a quiet hum as the neon blue hue of the station was taken by the darkness of her bike’s black paintjob. The station was empty, not many people awake yet which meant Riley and Lev were the only ones there. She killed the bike’s engine, the loud high-pitched rumbling died down to silence. She lifted her helmet and shook the sleep from her eyes, her dark brown ponytail swinging with the tired movements of her head. Riley was a stunning girl, twenty years old, long brown hair she kept in a ponytail, and a face that rarely smiled. Brushing the dust off her biker’s jacket, Riley breathed in the polluted morning air. Riding all night had left her black jacket and cargo pants dusty. “You think they’re far behind?” She turned and asked Lev. Lev hopped off the motorbike and stretched. He was younger than Riley; Seventeen, but he looked younger than he was. His hair was short and shaggy, like it hadn’t seen a comb in a while and his face was skinny with a few freckles on his cheeks. He dressed like Riley, a set of biking gear with only one distinction: his jacket was grey. He took off his helmet and sat it on the seat. “They were far behind two hours ago when you turned off that ramp. I’d say we’re good for now.” Riley nodded. Outrunning that bastard of a bounty hunter had put her in a rare good mood this morning. Nobody could match her when it came to her and her bike. She’d been riding since she was thirteen. Seven years of her life on the seat of her Vortex V1. “Alright, I guess we’ve got time to get our beauty charged up. You jacked the full bounty right? Ten thousand credits?” Lev pulled out his tablet from his bag and began flipping through some pages on the holographic screen. The screen lit up and Lev looked to Riley with a nervous glance. “We’ve got two thousand credits, more than enough to get your bike charged up.” Suddenly, Riley felt her smug look melt into misery. “Two thousand? You mean to tell me we’ve been on the run the whole night, chased by a bounty hunter, for a measly two thousand credits?” Two thousand credits would charge up her bike and if they were lucky two nights at the dingiest motel in the district. Riley took a deep breath, she couldn’t believe it, their lives were worth two thousand credits. Lev chuckled nervously. “Well… two thousand two hundred credits. I’d have taken more but I didn’t think some Russian crooks would have such a sophisticated security system.” He rubbed at the back of his neck and smiled like that would stop Riley from clobbering him. “You know, it’s better than what you’ve put together the last week. If it wasn’t for me you’d be riding out of that Quadrant with zero credits!” "And no bounty hunter crawling up my ass either..." Riley grumbled, knowing that Lev was right. It was the fact that he was right that made her that little bit more pissed off. “Charge the damn bike.” Riley chucked her helmet at Lev, who in surprise nearly failed to catch it. “I gotta go take a leak.” She stormed off across the foreground and off around the back of the station. “And pull the damn thing further into the station, it’s easy to see there!” On her walk up the dank sidealley, a flickering commercial board caught Riley’s attention. It was the only light she had in the dark dingy alleyway. That was all those old advertisement screens were good for now: Lighting the dark streets. The board crackled, an image of the planet coupled with the known symbol of Trident corporation flickered on the neon screen, illuminating the small pathway with a bright neon glow. Come To Atticus VII. Your Future With Trident Corp. Starts Today. The writing read in large neon white lights. “Bullshit.” Riley scoffed. “Nothing left here but everybody the rest of the galaxy doesn't want.” She hadn’t been born at the time of the cataclysm, the series of earthquakes no doubt caused by Trident Corporations greed for the planet’s minerals that had forced all operations on Atticus VII to halt indefinitely. But since that day, the once prosperous planet had now become a hive of crime syndicates, terrorists, and political exiles who needed to escape the ever watching eye of Trident Corp. Riley ignored the board, wondering why somebody would waste electricity keeping the dumb thing lit, and continued off toward the toilet. The rusty old door opened but the bathroom was pitch black. Riley knew it was the bathroom, no other place gave such a welcoming stench. It repulsed her, it always did. She looked back down the alleyway toward the foreground and decided since the station was empty that she could just do it in the alleyway. Nobody would see if she squatted down behind a dumpster and took a piss there. But as Riley was unzipping her trousers she caught the sight of an old security camera scanning the station. The camera beeped and suddenly it’s attention was on Riley, watching the girl as she held her unzipped trousers up with one hand. “Criminal activity detected: Violation of Law segment 2B1F: Public indecency, in progress.” A robotic voice chirped. “Failure to cease will result in immediate alarm and contact of nearest law enforcement agency.” “Yeah, yeah…” She sighed and began to zip her trousers back up, knowing the camera would pester her until she complied. “What idiot even wastes energy on those things anymore…” Security cameras were a dead technology on Atticus, a waste of electricity for most places. If it didn’t have a gun mounted to it, it wasn’t doing much protecting. Frustrated, Riley zipped her trousers back up and gestured angrily to her crotch, making sure the camera got a good view of her trousers with the zipper up. The artificial intelligence, or whatever was manning the camera, was pleased with Riley’s actions “Criminal activity 2B1F: Public indecency, deterred. Resuming surveillance routine.” The voice chirped and the camera moved on, continuing to scan the station. Riley grumbled, she hated using public toilets, especially these kinds, the filthy kind of that greeted you by stench and not by sight first, but after so long on the highway she couldn’t hold it any longer. She had been willing just to do it behind a dumpster she was that desperate. Being in the headlights of that bounty hunter’s car gave her and Lev no time for anything. Even when she thought they’d lost them along an old storm drain they still couldn’t even have a simple piss break before they were in the headlights of the bounty hunter’s car once again and zooming down the long expanse of the Atticus highway. The bathroom lights came to life with a dying buzz as Riley flicked the switch. The long fluorescent light flickering above lit up the graffiti-laden walls with a nauseating blue tint. Riley sighed, held her nose and walked stiffly to the stall. Just as she expected, a small steel toilet in a cramped cubicle more fitting for a prison. She hated this, the seat was always cold on her butt and god knows how many people had just pissed all over it. Guess I’m just hovering over the seat. She began undoing her trousers again. She was just about to hover over the steel bowl and finally take a piss when she heard the bathroom door creak open. A woman talking aloud on her cell phone entered the poorly lit facilities. “Yes, I’m still tracking them. Been following them down the highway the whole night.” The woman had a smooth voice, New Russian. “Vortex V1, nice bike, not that hard to keep track of.” Suddenly, Riley froze. Vortex V1... that was the model of her bike. Her whole body tensed up as she quickly realized who the woman speaking was; It was the bounty hunter. Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. She thought; it would be just her shitty luck that they’d appear as she was finally about to take a piss she so urgently needed. Riley zipped up her trousers, once again unrelieved and stood quietly in the stall. She couldn’t let the bounty hunter know she was here, she had to be quiet, deathly quiet. There was a sound like something being put by the sink. Riley watched as a pair of black boots walked past her stall and into the one beside her. The door slammed shut and the lock clicked. “I have to ask though, is this really worth it for such a measly amount of credits?” It went quiet for a moment, the only sound Riley could hear was the woman as she began to relieve herself, the sound of her powerful stream striking the metal bowl resonated through the bathroom, teasing her. “Yeah, I know: Sending a message and all that. You want them dead or alive?” Riley bit her lip, not only from fear but the pain in her bladder. The sound of the woman’s piss striking the metal toilet was conjuring the fantasy of her pulling her own trousers down, hovering over the bowl and finally taking that long-needed piss she'd been holding in for so long. She could’ve if she was feeling brave; the woman didn’t know she was in here, but she knew she couldn’t. She couldn’t undo her trousers, hover her ass over the filthy bowl and let loose. The very second the woman zipped up and was headed back to her car, she needed to be out with Lev and halfway into District Delta. “Heh… alright. I’ll make sure to aim for the head.” The woman chuckled. “I’ll call you once the job’s finished.” The phone beeped to signal the calls end and the woman finished up in the toilet. Just like Riley, the bounty hunter clearly didn't have time to take a piss break as her stream persisted for a near minute. That had been an agonizing forty seconds for Riley, listening to the woman’s stream striking the toilet had tortured her bladder like a cruel nightmare. She crossed her legs, squeezing them together tightly and bit her lip. The woman zipped up and headed out, back over to the sinks. “Alright my friend, let’s go hunt us some brats.” Riley shuddered, and for a moment thought she was going to piss herself as she heard the sound of a gun being loaded. The door to the bathroom slammed shut. Riley breathed a sigh of relief and counted to ten. Once she hit ten she’d run out, back to her bike and get the fuck out of here before the bounty hunter could notice. She hoped it would take her a while to recognize her since she’d rode with her helmet on for the whole night, but once she’d get a look at her Vortex V1, she’d pick up their trail right where she left off. “And ten!” With that, Riley shot out of the bathroom, down the side alley and toward the foreground. Her full bladder didn’t make running easy; it made it painful. Horrendously painful. She was sure a leak or two escaped but she couldn’t tell for certain, and she didn’t care; pissing herself was preferable to a bullet in the head. Lev was by the motorbike, waiting for Riley. He had a face of horror as Riley gestured for him to get on the bike. She grabbed her helmet, put it on, and quickly started up the engine. "Woah, what's got you all jittery?" Lev spluttered, speaking as fast as he could speak. "Bounty hunter. Get your damn helmet on, we've gotta roll." With a powerful rev of the bike's engine, Riley pulled out of the charger station and back onto the main road leading into the lower boroughs of District Delta. There was no way the bounty hunter didn’t hear that noisy exit. The Vortex V1 had a very distinct sound, one that easily drew attention; And Riley was right in thinking so. A sleek muscle car pulled out of the charger station, smoke rising from it’s wheels as the engine’s roar echoed over the streets. A V28 Mustang, one of the finest muscle cars in the entire galaxy. Carbon-fiber frame, built in nitrous tank, light and sleek design, all topped off with a one thousand volt engine that gave that stallion a fearful edge over any competitor. That was the car that was now pursuing Riley and Lev through the foggy streets of the lower boroughs. It was fast, almost matching the speed of the Vortex V1, but it couldn’t maneuver as easily. It may have been a sleek ride, but it still wasn’t enough to match the agility of a motorbike. Riley turned off at the first street she could, further down into the foggy streets of the the district’s ghettos. The fog and dimly lit streets made it difficult for her to see, but she found her way. The old apartments buildings loomed over her, passing by like flashes of light as she got the bike to it's top speed. Behind her, the rumbles of a loud engine hounded her like a lion. The Mustang was close behind, tailing the bike, it’s grill a few inches away from her tail. A gunshot echoed through the air. Riley felt the hairs on her neck rise as a second shot echoed. She gained speed and shifted along the road to avoid the gunshots. Her heart had never felt so close to beating out of her chest as a third shot echoed in the morning air. Lev grasped Riley’s waist tightly with fear. She kept weaving between the road and the curb, making it difficult for the bounty hunter to aim her shots. The Mustang didn’t struggle to match the Vortex V1’s speed through the narrow streets. It was only on the corners Riley felt like she could lose the car. The Mustang couldn't turn as quickly, drifting around with a screech of it’s burning tires, but on the straight roads it was near impossible to lose it. The Mustang's speed and acceleration rivaled her bike on the straight roads. She cut along the pavement, making sure the Mustang couldn’t take advantage and ram the back of her bike as she tried to turn the last corner. She turned down onto a long street and floored it, pushing the bike to it’s limit. The cityscape of District Delta came closer into view. The car caught up quickly, the beam of it’s headlights and vicious roar of it’s engine were right behind her. Riley could feel the warmth of it’s headlights as the driver managed to pull alongside Riley’s bike. Riley knew what the bounty hunter was trying; She was going to try and spin her out. One good hit to the tail of her bike and she’d have them both on the cold concrete. That kind of maneuver though, that gave Riley an idea: If she could hit the brakes at the right time, she’d be able to avoid the sideswipe and get behind the Mustang. It would have to turn and catch up, there'd be no way it could catch up easily if Riley turned back, breaking off from the main road and sticking to the narrow streets and alleyways while the Mustang was recovering from it’s failed maneuver. It needed to be timed right, just as the Mustang was coming in to ram the bike. Riley took a deep breath, clutching the handlebars with a finger on the brakes. Just as the car went to swipe the rear of the bike Riley slammed the brakes. Rubber began smoking along the concrete as the tires screeched to a halt. The force nearly knocked her off as the rear of the bike lifted into the air. Riley cringed as she felt Lev’s hands dig into her waist as he couldn’t anticipate the sudden stop. His hands pressed uncomfortably against her bladder, any tighter and she was sure that she would’ve undone herself and pissed right there and then. The Mustang, still at full speed, flew past the halting bike. The angle the driver had come in at to spin the bike out, as well as their speed, forced their car to spin out instead in a glory of smoke and screeching tires. The rear of the bike crashed down and knocked Riley and Lev up. Riley hissed, the jolt was powerful enough that she felt a spurt escape into her underwear. It wasn’t small either, she could feel a large wet patch dampening her crotch. That didn’t matter now, she had to ignore it and keep going. Once she was free from the chase, she could pull her pants down and piss in the street for all she cared, she'd go anywhere at this point. She spun the bike around and drove down the way she came, making sure to turn off and down into a narrow alleyway, too narrow for the Mustang to pursue them. The side-paths and alleyways led out onto another road underneath a now defunct railroad overhead, half a mile away from the main road she'd turned around on. Riley pulled the bike into a narrow side alley and killed the engine. She could hear the roar of the Mustang's engine nearby, a few streets behind it sounded like. This was a good enough place for them to hold out now that she’d bought them a moment. Once the car vanished into the distance, she could find a place to piss and then head off into the district. "Keep quiet, Lev. Just for now." Riley whispered without any real reason. It was like instinct. With the silence of the city, all Riley's mind could linger on was her bladder. Maybe it was the adrenaline, but now Riley could feel just how desperately she needed to piss. She couldn't even say she had to, she needed to more than anything at this point. Her bladder burned and the lightheadedness from the high made it difficult to keep strength in her quivering muscles. It felt like somebody was trying to fit the whole ocean into her already full bladder. Riley gritted her teeth and pushed her crotch as hard as she could into the seat of the bike, trying to stop anymore leaks from staining her underwear. “Gah! Fuck!” She cursed as she felt the warm patch that had leaked into her underwear push a dampness against her lower lips. Any other situation, she would’ve jumped off the bike, dropped her trousers here and taken a piss right beside the bike. There’s nothing she wanted more; the pain between her legs, the burning in her pisshole was getting too much to bear. She considered it, oh she considered with great thought but with the bounty hunter nearby she needed to be ready for a quick getaway. It would be an unfitting end if she was caught with her trousers down, squatting with a puddle of piss pooling around her boots. If she couldn’t find a moment to piss soon she’d be going on the bike. Her thoughts rushed into nothingness as she heard the roar of a car engine nearby. She'd been so caught up in thinking of pissing that she hadn't noticed that the sound of the car wasn't getting further away, it was getting closer. A bright set of headlights stared down the long street, illuminating the buildings and the rusted railroad supports with a blinding white light. She heard the car pull up, the engine gently rumbling as it came to a stop. “Shit!” An angry woman yelled, followed by the frustrated slam of a door. Riley’s shit luck had caught up with her again as the bounty hunter had pulled off onto this street to vent her frustration. She had no idea her targets were just a few feet away, lying low in the shadows of a dark alleyway. They were trapped. She couldn’t just drive out, she remembered the gun the bounty hunter had on her. If she tried to make a clean getaway up the street they’d be an easy target. Riley needed a quicker way to escape, and as she scanned the surroundings, something caught her attention. Another alleyway across the street. Riley saw it, so did Lev. A bunch of sheet metal and pallets hastily stacked caught her eye. Riley smirked. She knew what she could do; those stacked up sheets of metal made a perfect ramp for a motorbike. If she could hit the jump, she could clear the wall and be away before the bounty hunter could catch up. It would take a certain kind of crazy to do such a dumbass, daredevil antic, and Riley was that kind of crazy. She pushed the urges of her bladder to the back of her mind and focused on the alleyway ahead. This needed to be perfect, she needed the right speed, the right angle, everything had to be perfect. She welcomed the challenge, smirking as she flipped the visor of her helmet down. “Think you can do it?” Lev asked. Her bladder didn’t matter anymore, nothing around her mattered. All she could see was the ramp; their escape route. She chuckled. “Just you watch me.” She revved the bike’s engine once, twisting the handlebar to get a feel for it. She revved it again and on the count of three let go of the brake. The wind pounded against her helmet as she rode along the street at top speed, across the middle of the road and down into the opposite alley. A gunshot echoed in the air, narrowly missing the bike and it’s riders. Riley felt her heart skip a beat. Lev’s hands squeezed tighter around her waist in fear, pushing against her bladder once again. Riley couldn’t think about it now but she was reminded as his hands shook with the vibrations of the bike, shaking her body and bringing the full feeling of her bladder to the front of her mind. The wheels scraped the bottom of the sheet metal, and Riley panicked as she felt the bike jolt as it rode up the sheet of metal. But she didn’t lose control, the speed she was going it was impossible to be on the ramp long enough for it to collapse under the bike’s weight. It had worked, the bike took off and over the wall. For a brief moment, it felt like she was flying. The sky felt closer than the ground as the bike rose. Riley couldn’t believe it, she’d pulled off the dumbest move she could think of and better yet... succeeded. She felt butterflies in her stomach, an adrenaline high unlike any before that made her whole body tingle. Down the bike came with a thud, the bikes suspension lifted them both from the seat and back down with a bump. It was then, Riley felt it... It was the jump that did it; the jolt of her body as the bike hit the ground undid all the effort Riley had put into holding her bladder. Riley felt her face drop; She'd held it through gunshots and a high speed chase through the lower city, but one dumbass stunt of her own doing was all her body needed to finally turn the valve on her bladder. Her muscles, already weak from her efforts to hold it, unclenched and without warning Riley began to feel a flood of piss pouring out from between her legs, spraying out into her trousers and underwear. It wasn’t subtle, it was a warm flood pouring out into her trousers, a flood of hot piss that her bladder couldn’t hold any longer drenching her lower body, pooling around her buttcheeks and thighs. Riley had no choice but to keep riding, enduring the growing sea as it spread out into her trousers; she felt her underwear cling to her thighs and the inside of her buttcrack, they felt warm and unpleasantly damp. She could feel her stream spreading down her legs, wetting her lower legs and trousers, creeping slowly into her boots. She could let herself enjoy the momentary relief she was feeling at least. Coupled with the adrenaline high she was currently feeling, it felt as good as an orgasm, a wave of pleasure shot up her spine and filled every inch of her body. Riley moaned with pleasure, she had held all that in for the entire night and now it was flooding out of her in one large wave. It was warm, it was wet and Riley hated every second of it, but at the same time she loved it, finally she was relieved. But her bike… the warm dampness of her piss pressed against her backside, wetting her back further and soaking her ass as well as the seat of her bike. She’d pissed herself on her bike… her most prized possession... and she’d christened it with a stream of piss. A mile or two east, Riley had no choice but to pull them into another alleyway. She had to inspect the damage, and the morning winds as she rode had caused the pool of piss to quickly become crotch-numbingly chilly. Riley pulled her bike into a random alleyway and killed the engine. All she could hear was total silence. They were safe for the moment, for definite this time. She took off her helmet and looked down at her crotch, frowning as a dripping puddle of piss pooled from her crotch and down the leather seat of her bike. “Hey, Riley… I… the seat feels warm…” Lev sounded as embarrassed as Riley felt. He didn’t say anything else, but his reddened cheeks and shy eyes said more than his words could. “No shit.” She replied bitterly, letting her thighs be refreshed with the warm dampness pooling around her ass. She slumped down, her backside pressing against the wet seat, squishing and squelching with the movement of her buttcheeks. “You mind keeping a lookout?” She asked casually, pretending that she wasn't sitting in a pool of her own piss. “I’ve got to change…” Lev hopped off the bike and hung his helmet on the handlebars. “Y-Yeah, sure. Actually, I’ve gotta go take a pee myself.” He unzipped his jacket and hung it over his helmet, exposing his arms to the chilly morning air. There was always a spare change of clothes in one of the saddlebags. Some clean underwear and a spare pair of black rider’s trousers. Riley quickly wiped herself off with a wet wipe, wiped off the puddle from the leather seat and changed into her spare clothes. As she changed, Lev used the time to empty his own bladder, relieving himself against a wall in the alleyway. Riley was envious, extremely envious that Lev had the pleasure of peeing freely. The boy had held it in all night just like she had and it was obvious as he pissed for a good minute, his piss steaming up in the morning air as it splattered against the cold concrete wall and pooled around his boots. “Haa…” He sighed, shaking off the final drops and zipping his trousers back up. He looked at Riley with a red face and low eyes, almost looking guilty that he could enjoy that. “You good?” Riley nodded meekly as she looked down at the saddlebag now containing her soiled trousers. “Good thing they’re waterproof… and easy to clean.” She mumbled to herself about the saddlebags. “Yeah, I’m done. You finished up too?” Lev stretched and looked back to the large puddle he had made now running down the sidewalk. He leant up against the bike and pulled out his tablet from the other saddlebag “I took a look through some encrypted channels while you were in the toilet; to see if there was any work for you.” He turned his tablet for Riley, showing her a small map and some details of a little town within the lower city. “There’s a small slums on the west side docks. It’s Yakuza territory, no way a Russian would go near that place. I’d say it’s as good a place as any to lie low… might even have some work for you.” Lev grabbed his helmet and jacket. “What do you say?” A crime syndicate, right under District Delta’s nose. Everything there may be supplied illegally, but it would also be cheap. To Riley, a town dealing in shady activities right under the law enforcement's nose would feel like home. She grinned and sat back on her bike, clutching her helmet in her hands. “I say let’s get going before the suns rise. I haven’t had udon in ages.” She grinned with joy, just like she had earlier that morning. They rode out from the alley and with a screech of her bike’s tires, Riley rode full speed down the empty street, down towards the western docks of District Delta.
  3. I've been running a 40k interactive for some time now, and while I still fully intend to run the thread, it is very involved on the author's end (Keeping track of many, many things and mechanics.), and so, after replaying Shadowrun Returns: Dragonfall, and reading most of the Shadowrun 4E core books, I've decided to start another, far more fluid piece of interactive fiction. Compared to my other thread, this will not have fully rolled up character sheets, or all that much in terms of mechanics, focusing more on narrative. Before the thread truly begins, I'll give a synopsis of the setting for anybody who is interested in following along, but does not know much about the setting. Shadowrun takes place in what is called "The Sixth World." It is based on our earth, with some important differences. History diverges leading up to the turn of the millennium, and corporations have begun to experience rapid growth, with things like laws granting their property extraterritorial authority, amongst other things. If the continued growth of these corps wasn't quite ominous enough, around the year 2012 two things happened. U.G.E. : Unexplained Genetic Expression. Humans begin to have children with elven and dwarfish features, in the vein of what we'd call fantasy races. Along with Elves and Dwarves starting to crop up, there is a great upheaval as Great Dragons awaken from a long, long slumber... and magic returns to the world in The Awakening. People begin manifesting magical powers and aptitude. To make a long story short, these two major events lead to a MASSIVE shift in society, causing countries to panic, fracture, and lose their grip on the populace, just in time for the Megacorporations to step in. Maps are redrawn, environmental disasters run rampant, nuclear technology begins to fizzle or behave oddly, and society more or less loses its collective shit. Then, Goblinization happens. People of all ages begin to suddenly express genetic traits not unlike U.G.E... Different from U.G.E, the process is excruciatingly painful, and results in Orks and Trolls manifesting as part of what has now been termed 'Metahumanity. Jumping ahead after the initial extreme upheaval and discrimination, things settle as much as they are able, and technology booms, as Megacorps push every sector of research to the bleeding edge, favoring profit over ethics. The Matrix results from the overhaul of the internet, and is a place where people 'jack in' via an implant and control a persona in the digital world. With the state of urban decay and lawlessness, it becomes a meeting ground for all sorts of people working shady and dangerous jobs. Shadowrunners. Fast forward to more recent events. A few decades on, events conspire through AI, terrorist groups, and other shadowy groups... And the Matrix crashes. This is not the first time - The first crash had been caused by a particularly nasty computer virus. The second Matrix crash is nigh-apocalyptic. Communication shuts down almost entirely, and technology has to be redesigned from the ground up. This paved the way for a modern, wireless Matrix. Over nearly everything in an area with Matrix activity, there is Augmented Reality, and AR goggles, implants and contacts, as well as commlinks and datajacks allow people to interact with the digital as if it were physical. Things haven't stayed quiet on the magical even front, however, and as Halley's Comet passes the Earth, another, smaller scale goblinization style event occurs, and metahumans of all sorts are affected at random by odd mutations - Catgirls, people turning into merfolk-mutants, adults that never physically leave their adolescence, and more. Changelings, these mutants are called, and the event is termed S.U.R.G.E - Sudden, Unexplained Recessive Genetic Expression. Now, in the 2070s, in a world changed forever, Shadowrunners are as busy as ever. The world is in a grim state, leaving many opportunities for those who wish to avoid the drudgery of wageslavery, or for those whom have slipped through society's cracks. The question now is, who is our new 'Runner? Please vote for one option from the following lists for character creation. Once the vote is concluded, the next will determine our runner's appearance. Note: I have limited character creation somewhat due to the nature of this thread... Since, for example, an AI would not have a physical body, Drakes are straight up too strong for what I have planned, Nartaki are from a culture unfamiliar to me, and certain metavariants (Minotaurs, Menehune, Xapiri Thepe, Oni, Ogres, Cyclopes, Harumen, Night Ones, Koborukuru or creatures like Naga (Armless snakes with human heads), Centaur (Human upper body on a horse lower body... With a horse's head.), and Sasquatches... aren't all that attractive, and this is intended to be titillating - Ideally in more than the sexual sense, but it'd be silly to avoid sexual content on a fetish forum. HMHVV infection (Vampirism, becoming a Ghoul, etc.) is a possibility, though not at character creation, and not without serious consequences. Metatypes: Human (All 'rounder, the baseline all metatypes are measured against. Lucky, compared to other metatypes.) Elf (Quick, charismatic, lean, taller than humans, beautiful, superior night vision), Variants: Dryad (Linked with nature and 'allergic' to pollution. Limited photosynthesis through patches of skin, shorter than average elves, project a natural glamour of grace, innocence, charisma and beauty.), Wakyambi (African metavariant, extremely tall and lean, matching or beating trolls in height, move with extreme grace.) Dwarf (Stout, short, strong willed. Less like fantasy dwarves, more like people with dwarfism. Vision into the infrared spectrum, resilience against pathogens and toxins), Variant: Gnome (No pubic hair, petite build inherent magical resistance, neotenous [Meaning that they appear adolescent indefinitely once they come of age. Would make our character Look like a Loli, with all the ageism that brings.]. Ork (Muscular, tend to be broad shouldered, Frequently discriminated against, have small tusks or jagged teeth. Superior night vision.), Variants: Hobgoblin (Lankier, more wiry than the average Ork, sharper features, sharp teeth, more predisposed to aggression, less body hair than the average ork.), Satyr (Goat legs and hooves, humanoid torso and pelvis, small horns, slender build.) Troll (Built like a brick shithouse. Vision into the infrared spectrum. Tallest metahumans, with proportionally longer arms, tusks or jagged teeth, bony armored plates all around the body. Frequently discriminated against, considered dangerous by most, stupid by others. (Though there is zero evidence supporting the latter of such claims.), Variants: Giant (Leathery skin, 9ft tall on average, human proportions, no horns or dermal deposits.), Fomori (No dermal deposits, smaller than average trolls, stronger than average trolls, high incidence of magical talent.) Non-Metahuman Sapients: Pixie (Tiny nonhuman sapient, average height around a foot and a half tall, with a wingspan two thirds their height. Appear otherwise as miniature elves of various ethnicity. Disappear when they die, and are inherently magical, can astrally percieve at will, may conceal themselves at will.) Free Spirit (Magical spirits that have taken physical form and wish to remain in the physical world. Can take many different physical forms, open mimicking metahuman features. Cannot use cyberware, biowere, geneware, nanoware.)
  4. Impressa

    Human Inefficiency

    Here goes with something I've been meaning to write for a while. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap-drip. Tap-drip-drip. Tap-drip-tap. For the first perhaps half hour of the rain, she tried to count the intervals between droplets falling on the roof and seeping through to fall loudly against the floor. This was her new home. A cold damp place of bare concrete that- Tap-drip-tap. Water cold against the back of her neck, getting somehow underneath her tight bodysuit as it licked the stamp-sized patch of bare skin between her hair and her collar. She could feel the raindrop under the form-fitting cool material as an even colder ribbon dragged down her spine, and squirmed a little until the sensation was gone. This was certainly going to be enjoyable. She was perfect, way beyond human in strength and agility and - she knew this from the looks she got in nightclubs - beauty. Skin perfectly milky-pale and never going to age. Her left arm and leg smooth ceramic with - and apparently this was someone's fetish, as a stumbling salaryman deeply drunk had confessed - the thin lines of doll-like artificial joints. One eye a microscopic camera, fitting behind a glowing blue visor. She had been tested in this harsh world and come out so much the better for it. Perhaps those parts of her left untouched - the inner workings, those that left her able to get drunk, to need food and so on - were inefficiences. She knew comrades who had had their entire bodies pared down to efficient, cold machinery. She liked fallibility, liked the discomforts of humanity. Liked- Drip-drip-drip. She had somehow managed to find a place where the roof leaked more than anywhere else in her shifting about. Her hair - a mixture of the genuine article and soft synthetics - caught the rain and fell in lank clumps over her "good" (of course, worse in technical terms) eye. This, then, this cold shell of a building, was where she was staying. Checking her rifle, and all the other sundries of equipment she would need for this stakeout, she settled down into a corner where there was thankfully a good roof, and waited. Listening, of course, to the rain. - It didn't take much more than an hour or so for the four, five maybe? It couldn't have been more than five, I'd feel it if it was. Five, yes. Five thin, flat beers she'd enjoyed as a last home comfort in the dive-iest of sump bars before setting out to this stupid, stupid stakeout, to work their way into a nagging discomfort in her abdomen. Not that bad, thankfully, not I've got-to-go-miss-please-miss bad that would have her dashing for the nearest useful cover, just the sort of dull reminder - hey, remember us? - that had she been on a long car trip as a child would have been an invitation to bad traffic and closed rest stops. She'd put up with worse. Had to, in fact. Often voluntarily, and not just on missions. Crammed into a booth watching an idol sing, with the floor heaving and the lights low and everything so loud there was no way you could get to the ladies' even if it was urgent. Of course, in some of the bars she'd drunk in you held it because you just didn't go into the washroom. Involuntarily she rubbed her thighs together, feeling the slight resistance of her bodysuit as she did. Drip-drip-tap-drip. The rain must have been getting heavier and each drip was becoming a drip-splash as puddles formed on the floor. It was that - that fluid impact and ripple - that wasn't fun. Each one - and they were so frequent now - was a teasing reminder of what might happen if she didn't do what had to be done. She bit her lip, perfect teeth drawing a drop of blood from perfect deep apple-red lips. This was one of those times that human inefficiency was less amusing. The urge was growing - not a lot, it was now probably at the stage where had she been younger she'd have been looking urgently around for that blessed sign of the stick-figure woman, or if she could see one trying to summon up the courage to ask to go. But now it couldn't be ignored, and it was going to - if she didn't do anything - go from a reminder to something far, far more painful. - She held out - held out in the noble, demure sense that a "proper lady" might, that is keeping her hands well away from down there and not even deigning to cross her legs - for only fifteen minutes more. It was a common joke about those cheap beers that they recycled straight through you and back into the tap for the next go around. Then the situation began to worsen. Her hiding-place was well-sighted over what she was looking at - on the condition she stayed in one room, and that was this one with the leaky roof. Now it was simple logic that if you were going to stay in one place for a long time - and with a job like this it was going to be a day or two - you didn't piss in the same room as you had to wait in. So this left her in something of a predicament. Going next door to ease herself would, of course, leave her not at her post. Acceptable, perhaps, at night - when there was not going to be anything to look at in the office block she was watching. But right now, this was the sort of time (and the clock in her visor reminded her of this) that she needed to be at that post, watching the movements of her target. It was also the sort of time that if anyone was looking for her, they'd see movement. Without even thinking a hand was between her legs, pressing tightly. The need had gone far beyond should probably find a ladies' soon, girl, and straight into there's gonna be a flood. Had this been that hypothetical car ride, and there had been many such real ones in her childhood, she'd have been bouncing in her seat pleading for someone to pull over. Dripdripdripdrip. A deluge of water hit the back of her neck and the shock killed her concentration dead. Before she could relax she felt a sudden slip of relief, and then a warm rivulet down her thigh, down past her knee and - for of course a combat suit wasn't absorbent, straight into her high-heeled boot. Wonderful. There was a frantic scrabbling of eyes-closed prayer and a burning stabbing as she stopped the trickle becoming a torrent. She had to wait. The target would leave the office in half an hour, that she knew, and then - if he wasn't in view - she could dash next door and tear down that zipper and squat and let her own deluge join the falling rain. She tried to keep that thought out of mind almost immediately she had it because the thought of a deluge invited one in her clothing. Minutes dragged by in painful squirming, all sense of propriety abandoned. This was an emergency, and needed desperate measures. Then an idea formed. There was a cleaning-bucket, rusted and battered, but nevertheless right there. Within arm's reach. One hand still clamped right where it was needed, she reached for it with the other and managed to maneuver it into position without ever taking her eyes off the building. Quite an achievement, she thought. They don't give medals for that. Successfully took a piss while keeping her eyes on the target. Easy for a man, probably. Very, very difficult for a woman. Even harder if you couldn't unfasten your zipper. She had to run that through her head again. The zipper on the front of her bodysuit was definitely not moving. No. Nonononononono. This is impossible. She tugged at it again, feeling the slightest of movement and then the grinding of caught teeth. She couldn't refasten it the half-inch it had moved, couldn't continue it downwards. Definitely couldn't slip out of the suit like this. I'm sorry, bladder, kidneys, I'm really sorry but this isn't a good time for you to come calling like this, can we have a little rethink of this? Please? Her need was well into please miss I'm bursting miss I can't hold it any longer, well into tears in the back of the car and a frantic search for a bottle or plastic bag. Well into you should have gone before you came out. She crossed her legs and sighed, hoping the zipper would in time unstick itself just for a brief moment before - as with a dripdripdrip-splash a fresh load of rainwater fell on her head - her all too human body said no. She didn't fight it. The liquid ran in numerous thin lines down her legs, pooling at her feet and slowly - so slowly her first indiscretion was just making itself known - seeping through. Laying back down, feeling in fact quite a lot more comfortable just for a moment - she felt the warm liquid slosh into the toe of her boots, and knew this was definitely going to not be a fun job.