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  1. Disclaimer: This story contains very minor spoilers for Attack on Titan season 1, and follows the training arc of the 104th cadet corps, prior to Trost. I hope you enjoy! “Stay in formation, cadets! Drift too far apart during a mission and the whole squad could be titan food in seconds!” shouted the instructor. The 104th cadet corps was undergoing one of their most grueling tasks to date; a simulation of an actual mission into titan territory. The task was an all-day affair, and the cadets were expected to ride in formation for several hours at a time, broken up only by a select few 15-minutes breaks, as well as one hour long stop during the latter half of the day. The task was meant to test the physical and mental limits of the unfortunate cadets, and it certainly accomplished that. For one of the cadets though, a girl going by the name of Christa Lenz, it was testing one particular aspect of her body more so than anything. She had felt the need to pee almost since they left in the morning but had pushed it to the back of her mind, dismissing it as “just nerves”. Now however, many hours later the need to relieve herself had become undeniable and almost impossible to ignore. During long haul training exercises like this one, cadets were expected to simply take care of their needs in the woods during the short breaks they were provided with during the day, but for some reason Christa had been overcome with a sense of embarrassment and nervousness every time the thought had crossed her mind. Even though it was expected, the thought of her new comrades seeing her scurry off and knowing that she was about to squat down amidst the trees and pee made her feel very uncomfortable. On top of that, she really didn’t want to leave the group and go off on her own, even if it was just for a minute or two. She shifted in her saddle, gripping it a little tighter with her legs and silently cursing herself for being so anxious about something like this. She was shaken from her self-pitying state by the booming voice of her instructor, a tall and somewhat intimidating looking woman in her late twenties. “Cadet Lenz! If you wanna let yourself fall behind like that then be my guest, but don’t act surprised if you end up being chewed to pieces in the jaws of the enemy once you’re out there for real!” Christa snapped herself upright, causing the liquids in her slowly filling bladder to jostle and sending a small wave of pressure over her. “Um- I’m sorry, ma’am!” she responded, quickly trying to reapply some pressure between her legs to accommodate her body’s new position. “You will be sorry soon enough if you don’t get a grip, now are you gonna move your ass or are you expecting the whole formation to slow down to make up for your deficiencies?” the instructor questioned. “N-No, I’m sorry, I won’t let it happen again! I won’t hold anyone back on my behalf!” “Good to hear, now get to it!” the instructor shouted, turning her mount back to the side of the formation to resume her watch over it. Christa rode back up to her position too and made sure to stick to it this time. However, keeping up and staying focused was becoming increasingly difficult, as her bladder steadily became more and more stretched. It had now transitioned from a noticeable pressure to a dull pain, constantly pushing for release. She let out a stifled groan. She’d never been great at holding it in even at the best of times, often finding herself making a desperate dash for the toilets just seconds before her bladder gave up, but this was different. She couldn’t discreetly sneak off down a winding street and rush into a closed stall here, if she wanted to relieve herself she’d have to simply walk off in full view of her comrades and go on the ground. Although, even if she plucked up her courage enough to do that, she couldn’t do anything while she was still on horseback. The next break wasn’t for another 20 or so minutes at least, but Christa knew she didn’t have a choice but to hold it. She closed her eyes and clenched her lower body, trying to ease some of the discomfort which now constantly plagued her straining bladder. Whatever the case, she thought, she was not going to let anyone know how badly she had to go. Unbeknownst to Christa however, her need had been noticed. Riding just a few positions away from her was another cadet. She was much taller than Christa, with dark hair tied at the back and freckles dotting her face. She had been sneaking glances at Christa all day, and it didn’t take long at all for her to notice her shifting, straining, and the slight blush that was slowly forming across her cheeks. “Enjoying the show, Ymir?” came a gruff voice from behind her. She turned her head and scoffed. “Apparently I’m not the only one, Reiner. Tell me, what would our comrades think if they learn that their dear, stoic, loyal friend is secretly a raging pervert?” she retorted with a smirk. Reiner didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. “I’m just lookin’ out for the girl. Hate to say it, but she’s not really soldier material.” he stated matter-of-factly. “Yeah, well that’s most of us, I reckon. After all, not everybody’s got meat for brains like you, big boy.” “…You should stop staring at her. It’s obvious she doesn’t want to be bothered.” said Reiner after a brief pause. Ymir shot him an annoyed look before turning her head back towards the struggling Christa once again. “Tch… Well aren’t you sweet to worry about her so much. I’ll take it under advisement.” she sarcastically mumbled. “Just play nice and we won’t have a problem. Break’s in twenty, I’ll see you then.” Reiner said, as he rode back to take up his own position once more. “Mind your own damn business…” muttered Ymir, not really caring if he was still in earshot. As the break drew near, Christa was becoming more and more frantic. She now had to continually focus on holding herself so as not to let any of the contents of her bladder escape into her pants, and she was getting fuller by the second. They still had a few hours until they were back at base, and she’d started to realize that she’d end up wetting herself long before then if she kept waiting, no matter how hard she tried not to. For now, she was just desperately focused on trying to hold out until they stopped. Then, just maybe, she could make it out into the seclusion of the forest they’d be staying in without anyone noticing. The idea of being alone in the woods still made her feel afraid, but her bursting bladder was beginning to numb that fear. Just then, she heard a shout from the edge of the formation. “Five minutes until we stop, cadets! Keep pushing forward!” “Okay… you can do this… just five more minutes…” she quietly told herself, but the mere hint of relief being close made her bladder contract in protest, forcing a few drops out of her. She went bright red and clenched her legs together against the saddle as hard as she could to keep any more from escaping. The slight taste of release had however made her need immeasurably more urgent, and the thought of just letting it all out in her saddle had wormed it’s way into her mind. It’s not like she’d be the first scout to pee herself, after all, and at this rate she wasn’t even sure if she’d make it another five minutes. She shook her head firmly. “No, no way I’m doing that!” she defiantly whispered, as if verbally ordering her pee to stay right where it was. Her body, however, had other ideas. Just as they were approaching their stop, her focus was momentarily drawn from her desperately clenched urethra by another announcement from the instructor, telling them all to prepare to dismount and take care of any business they had. With her focus now elsewhere, her bladder relaxed just ever so slightly, and without warning a stream of pee shot out and started rapidly spreading along her underclothes. She quickly realized what was happening and tensed her urethra as much as possible, quickly pulling a hand from her reins and holding herself with it, just about managing to stop the flow in the process. “O-Oh no-!” she squeaked, looking down at her crotch to see if it would be visible. Fortunately for her, the thick fabric of her underclothes had soaked up her little mistake, and no one would be the wiser. However, she knew now that she couldn’t wait much longer and what with how much pee she was holding she felt quite confident that there was no fabric in the world that could keep that hidden if she did wet herself. As the formation came to a halt in a little clearing, Christa was one of the first to jump off her horse and land on the hard forest floor beneath, the impact of which traveled up through her legs caused yet another spurt to escape from her now overflowing bladder. The instructor turned to address the crowd of exhausted cadets. “Alright all of you, fifteen minutes and I want you back in the saddle! Break out your ration packs and take a quick breather. Next stop’s another two hours away so if you need a piss, do it now!” That last part really didn’t help Christa in her desperate state. She waited a few more minutes as everybody else settled down to eat and rest, and as soon as she thought nobody was looking she turned away from the group and began stiffly walking off into the woods, wincing and whimpering with each step, getting closer and closer to peeing herself. As she reached the edge of the clearing however, she froze. She looked off into the dark, foreboding woods and felt a resurgence of the fear and anxiety that had kept her from relief the past few stops. But she couldn’t wait anymore. She felt sure that if she didn’t go now, she’d end up peeing before the break was even up, let alone during the wait for the next one. And yet she simply couldn’t bring herself to walk off into the dark. At this point, she was swinging her hips side to side, almost doubled over and hands pressed into her crotch with all her strength in a desperate attempt to hold it in until she could pluck up the courage to go. She was stepping from foot to foot, biting her lip, anything to keep the floodgates sealed. Then, suddenly… “Wow, where’d you learn to dance like that, sweetie?” Christa spun around and straightened herself out in an instant, ‘causing another very long spurt to spread across her pants as she did so. “A-Ah, Y-Ymir, right? Just now I… I wasn’t-“ she awkwardly stammered, trying to think of a plausible excuse for her display. “Oh, spare me. It’s obvious you’re dying for a piss, right? Why not just go? I mean, it’s not like there are actual titans out there to be scared of so what’s the deal?” Christa went bright red and turned her head down, her body beginning to shake as she tried in vain to keep still. “I… I don’t have to… do that. I-I mean, I’m f-fine for now…” Ymir scoffed at her. “Hah, right, sure. I’m certain you’re just practicing those little potty dance moves in case you ever start up an entertainment act for the folks in the military, yeah? And that wet spot on your pants, that’s just from some water your spilled while we were riding, huh?” Christa looked down. Sure enough, a very pale yellow stain was now very much visible on her white cadet’s pants. Starting to tear up, she was far too embarrassed to even try to justify herself anymore. “Seriously, how’d you let it get this bad? Do you just do this for fun, or do you actually like to think of yourself as much too demure to pee in the woods like everyone else? Wow, talk about-“ “Would you stop! Why do you even care?” Christa suddenly snapped back. This seemed to catch Ymir off guard. She looked shocked for a moment, before lowering her eyes and turning away. After a noticeable pause, she spoke again. “It’s just bugging me to watch, that’s all…” She sighed and turned back to the still dancing Christa. “Look sweetie, I gotta go too, so if you really can’t bring yourself to just pee like a normal person how about we go together?” Now it was Christa’s turn to look shocked. Ymir was always teasing her, and she never really seemed to care much about what happened to others at all, so what was this all of a sudden? “A-Are you joking? Why would you offer that?” she questioned. Ymir shrugged. “Beats watching you be dumb and hold it when you don’t need to, I guess. Look, it is what it is so take it or leave it. I’m going either way.” “Are you kidding?! T-There’s no way I could p-pee in front of another girl! That’s way too- ah!” Christa ranted, as another spurt dampened her pants. Ymir scoffed again and began walking into the woods. “Suit yourself, unlike you I’m not waiting anymore. Feel free to tag along, but if you’re gonna change your mind do yourself a favor and make it happen before you piss yourself.” she said as she passed the desperately squirming girl. Christa watched her walk away with a frantic look in her eyes. Her bladder was screaming for relief, her whole body shaking and twisting as she tried to keep herself from having a full-blown accident. She couldn’t wait any longer. She was spurting continuously now, and she could feel her control starting to slip. She took a deep breath, it was now or never. “W-Wait, p-p-please! I’ll- ah! I’ll come with you!” she shouted after Ymir. She didn’t stop, she simply looked back over her shoulder and smirked. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” The two of them began walking away from the group. Ymir kept a steady stride, barely betraying her own need, while Christa hobbled after her, tripping and stumbling constantly as every once of her focus was on keeping what little control she still had over her failing bladder. After about a minute, Ymir stopped and looked around. “Perfect. Nobody’ll see us here.” she said as she started undoing the straps that fastened her pants. A moment later, she pulled her pants down, squatted down low on the ground, and started to pee, letting out a low sigh as she did so. As she began relieving herself, she looked over at Christa. She was struggling considerably with her uniform, frantically clawing at the straps and buttons, panting and groaning as she did so. The stain across the front of her pants seemed to be growing noticeably every few seconds now. Ymir raised an eyebrow. “Hey uh… you doing alright there?” “I-I can’t get it off! O-Oh no-! It’s c-c-coming out!” she squeaked in a panicked voice. “U-Um, well I can’t really help you right now. Kinda busy here, sweetie. Just… take those two straps off over your shoulders!” Christa did as she said, and just about managed to get the straps off, but the slight way she had to contort her body to do so made her lose what little control she had left over her bladder. She started peeing full force into her pants, and desperately yanked them down. In her haste however, she had failed to grasp hold of her underclothes and fell backwards, landing butt-first on the ground, legs spread wide and urine hissing uncontrollably from between her legs. A puddle began forming on the forest floor beneath her as she finally gave up on even trying to hold it, turning her head down as she stifled a moan. Ymir was speechless. A part of her did feel bad watching the girl in such a pathetic state, but there was another part of her mind that found it almost… cute? She shook her head as she kept peeing. When she finished she shook herself off and walked over to the smaller girl, who was still uncontrollably flooding the ground around her. “Uh… so like… um… you okay?” Ymir managed, turning her gaze away from the spectacle as she began to blush. Christa couldn’t respond. She was stuck between gasping, sobbing, and moaning as she continued to empty her overstretched bladder. She’d never felt more embarrassed in her life, and yet the pleasure of letting it all out after so long was overwhelming. She had never felt relief like this before, even when pushed to what she previously thought was her absolute limit. On top of that, it just kept coming. She peed for what felt like an eternity until the last few drops finally left her bladder. She let out one final sigh, and then started to sob. She had just pretty much wet herself in front of one of her comrades. Even worse, it was Ymir. She knew that she’d be teased about this for the rest of her life in the military. “Hey, uh… Christa.” Ymir said softly, but the blushing girl was far too embarrassed to even so much as look at her comrade, let alone respond. How could she let this happen to herself? She was supposed to be fighting titans, and she couldn’t even control her own body. Her mind flashed back to all the times she’d nearly wet herself growing up, every mad dash to the toilet and every near miss. Nothing had changed. She was still the same useless little girl. She didn’t deserve to fight with her comrades. Maybe it’d be best if she just- “Hey! I’m talking to you!” Christa looked up to see Ymir standing over her. “Y… Ymir… Please don’t-“ “Don’t tell anyone? Are you seriously worrying about that right now? Like I’d ever share a story like this with any of those creeps in our squad! No way, sweetie, this one’s staying with me.” she laughed. “Ymir! I-It’s not funny! I just… I-I just…” “Yeah, you just basically pissed yourself, big deal.” “W-What…?” Christa asked, amazed that she wasn’t being teased for once. “I mean, you know why it happened, so just don’t be a stubborn dumbass about it next time and there won’t be anything for you to worry about, right? Besides, pretty much everyone wets themselves at some point in life. It’s how we learn.” Christa wiped her tears and thought about what she was hearing for a second. “Does that mean that you’ve…?” Ymir started to laugh loudly. “Damn right I have! Come on now, I reckon break’s almost over so let’s head back to the group. I’ll tell you all about when it happened to me while we walk.” she said as she strode past the girl and back towards the clearing. Christa allowed herself a gentle smile. “If… you like. Um, but… Ymir? What about my… pants?” Ymir turned back and flashed her a smirk. “Don’t worry. As soon as you’re back in the saddle, nobody’ll be the wiser. Now, about that story I had for ya…”
  2. Now normally, Vox has a private bathroom he can teleport to, but after it got totaled during one of Valentino's tantrums he is stuck using the public urinals. Unfortunately despite how badly he needs to go his body just cant seem to let go. now of course He will pee eventually, but it wont be where he wants to
  3. Another story! This one stars Ragyo Kiryuin, the villain of Kill La Kill. This one's a rewriting of the scene where she's revealed, but instead of it going the way it does in the anime proper, Ragyo didn't get to visit the little evil mastermind's room before the fight! It ends with a very public and embarrassing accident, with some humiliation, so if you're not into that, maybe give this one a skip. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy! An Unplanned Inconvenience Ragyo laid back in her chair, smiling as she sipped on a cup of tea. Today was a grand day for her, and she could hardly contain her twisted excitement. A wicked smile spread across her face as she watched her minions, mindless life-fiber soldiers, making preparations for today’s invasion. Today, Honnoji Academy would be holding the Great Culture and Sports Festival, and at the ceremony, she would take control of the inhabitants of Honno city. Her daughter would help her usher in an era of Life Fiber supremacy, and she would be rewarded by the Life Fibers for carrying out their will with unlimited power and an eternal rule. She was so excited she managed to polish off her first cup of tea, and she clapped her hands.Her assistant stepped forwards to refill her cup, and Ragyo leaned back. She closed her eyes and took in the pleasant scent of the tea. She understood why Satsuki had such a fondness for the stuff. For now, though, she was overseeing the shipment and distribution of her life fiber clothing. Honnoji Academy would be a testing ground for the concept, to coat all of humanity in life fibers and cocoon them so that the life fibers could use their energy and essence as power. It was a beautiful plan, and one she hoped would go over well. Ragyo took another large sip and continued to watch in the shadows as preparations were under way. She watched as each of the inhabitants of Honno city were given the mandatory formal suits, each ingrained with Life Fibers. She laughed to herself as she continued to drink her tea, polishing off yet another cup. As she stood up, however, she suddenly noticed a pang from her bladder. She had to pee. It was an inconvenience she was not prepared for, and she didn’t want to miss the final steps of her plan all falling into place. She had a bit of time before she needed to make her grand entrance anyway, so she instead crossed her legs and tried to push the feeling to the back of her mind. It was easy at first for her to ignore her needs, but as she continued to supervise the plans for the invasion, her bladder kept sending her nagging signals that she should relieve herself. Her body also begged her to stop drinking tea. With each sip her bladder spasmed and she pressed her thighs together, frowning in irritation. Humans were such vile creatures, having to deal with such things as needing to pee. It was one of the many reasons she joined forces with the Life Fibers. Before she knew it, she had polished off the entire pot of tea, and she was starting to squirm around more in her chair. The last of the Life Fiber’s preparations were in place, and it was getting closer to the time she needed to make her appearance at the arena. She stood up, intent on taking care of her filling bladder. It would not do for her to have to hold it throughout the invasion. As she stood, however, she got caught by the unexpected pressure, and she felt herself double forwards. She danced in place slightly as a hand moved to her abdomen, and she could feel the telltale signs of her bladder bulging outwards. Not only had she drank a lot of tea, but she also couldn’t remember the last time she went to the bathroom. When she woke up this morning, she was so excited about the impending invasion that she couldn’t recall relieving herself. Instead she had sprung out of bed eagerly and came immediately down to her secret lair to ensure everything was working and in place. “I better take care of this now before I have to make my grand entrance,” she spoke to no one in particular. Before she could shuffle off to the bathroom, however, Nui arrived, bowing before her. “Nui, what are you doing here?” Ragyo asked, incredulously, “You’re supposed to be at the arena, overseeing the final preparations!” “Forgive me, mistress Ragyo, but I caught wind of the Nudist Beach making preparations to counter our invasion. I suggest we accelerate the plans before they can make their move.” Ragyo looked at the monitor, and saw that the preparations were almost complete. If she left immediately, they could start the plans now. Of course, that meant she wouldn’t get the chance to relieve herself first. She gauged her bladder’s fullness and weighed her options before finally nodding, “Very well. Contact Satsuki and the Student Council, I want them ready immediately. We’re going ahead with the ceremony.” “Very well, this is going to be fun!” Nui smiled, dancing as she slipped off. Ragyo walked calmly down the halls, ignoring the nagging from her full bladder. She glanced at the bathroom door as she walked past, briefly wondering if she could slip in quickly and relieve herself, but she had to get going now if she wanted to show up at the arena on time. She cursed the bastards of the Nudist Beach, always trying to undermine her plans. If it weren’t for them, relieving herself wasn’t an issue. As Ragyo walked, she felt a wave of pressure wash over her, and she staggered slightly, having to clamp her thighs together. She grit her teeth. She hoped the invasion would go smoothly. She wasn’t worried, but it would be quite irritating if she had to fight in this state. Ragyo made her way to an elevator that would take her all the way up to the arena, and stepped in. It wasn’t a long ride, but the sensation of moving and the occasional jostling didn’t help her bladder. Shaking her head, she tried to get her mind off of her annoying bodily needs and pulled up a screen so she could watch the arena. Satsuki was giving a speech of introduction, and as soon as she was done it would be Ragyo’s turn to arrive. After quite some time, the elevator reached the top, and Ragyo allowed herself one private shuffle to quell her full bladder before stepping out into the center of the arena. As planned, her radiance shown like a brilliant rainbow over the entire arena, and everyone fell silent. She started walking towards Satsuki and the student council. She tried to maintain her composure as she took each step, but the fact that she hadn’t been able to pee beforehand was making it hard for her to do so. She wanted to press her thighs together and shuffle in place as she came to stop by the platform, but she could not afford to do so in front of so many others, especially not in her moment of triumph. “Ladies and gentlemen, I pose a question to you? What is the world? The world is clothing!” Ragyo began her speech, “Life Fibers are the ruler of this world, and I, Ragyo Kiyurin, carry out their will! Honnoji Academy was created with this purpose!” Ragyo was hit with another wave of desperation, and she shifted slightly, making it look like she was just turning to look at the rest of the audience. She grit her teeth, cursing her full bladder as she continued. “The weak will serve as the foundation for what is to come! You should consider it an honor! Now, let the celebration begin!” Ragyo pressed the ornate red button on the pedestal in front of her, and soon the entire stadium’s inhabitants were engulfed by the Life Fiber suits they had been given. She looked out across the stadium and laughed, smiling. Hopefully things would go smoothly, and she would be able to head off to the bathroom as soon as it was all over. Of course that was wishful thinking. Just when she was taking in the silence and basking in the success of her experiment, a loud thud sounded, and a brat with red and black hair appeared before her. Ryuko Matoi. She had heard much about her from Satsuki. She wanted to see what she was capable of. If her suspicions of Ryuko were true, then she could become a valuable asset to her. She stepped forwards, interested, but then frowned. She felt another wave from her bladder. Fighting in this state would be a pain. She glanced back, wondering if she could ask Satsuki to deal with it so she could finally call this off and pee, but just as she did so, she noticed Satsuki stepping towards her with her blade. If she hadn’t looked back at that moment, she would’ve been stabbed in the back, but she managed to side-step it, grabbing Satsuki’s arm and glaring at her. “What do you think you’re doing, aiming a blade at your own mother!?” Ragyo asked, rage clear on her face. Satsuki seemed to be caught off-guard, having expected to land the blow while Ragyo’s guard was down. Instead, she stepped back, joining the rest of her student council as they moved to confront her. “I, Satsuki Kiryuin, am rebelling against you!” “You wish to take my empire from me? To dethrone me?” “No. Humans are not meant to serve clothing! I intend to destroy Life Fibers! I have turned Honnoji Academy into a fortress to rebel against you and your empire!” With her bold declaration, the screen of the arena changed to show that some of Satsuki’s other lackeys had infiltrated her own mansion and had disabled the Original Life Fiber. Not only that, but Inumuta had activated some sort of device, and needles shot into the cocoons of life fibers that had enslaved the audience. Suddenly, they were all free. Gamagori and his disciplinary committee had captured her assistant, and the rest of the students were putting up a resistance too. Ragyo was furious. Everything was falling apart, and worse still, she still had to pee like crazy. A prolonged fight would be bad. Luckily, Ryuko seemed to be stunned into silence by Satsuki’s sudden declaration, and because Satsuki’s sneak attack had failed, Ragyo was able to rush up to her. “If you no longer wish to serve me, then I strip you of your rank as Student Council President, and of your uniform.” Satsuki’s eyes widened in alarm as Ragyo absorbed the life fibers that made up Junketsu and watched in horror as they formed around her. Ragyo activated the Kamui and she transformed, her outfit being replaced by the revealing form of Junketsu. Ragyo winced when she felt the cold air on her exposed skin, and she could tell her bladder was starting to bulge out. She had to finish this quickly. “You should know, Junketsu, like all life fibers, is loyal to me. A fool like you cannot wield him properly!” Ragyo moved to attack Satsuki, but then Ryuko quickly transformed and dove in the way. Ragyo cursed, feeling her bladder spasm again. She didn’t have time for a prolonged fight. She attacked Ryuko directly, but she caught sight of a blade swinging at her from the side. Satsuki had been stripped of her uniform, but even in her underwear she was choosing to fight with her blade too. Ragyo grit her teeth, but then Nui appeared before her. “Mistress Ragyo, the smallfry have been taken care of!” Nui pointed at a large pile of Satsuki’s rank and file, beaten and battered on the floor. So much for a resistance. That just left Ryuko, Satsuki, and the Student Council. “Which one should I take, Ragyo?” “Deal with my fool of a daughter. I want to finish this quickly,” Ragyo replied. “Aw, I wanted to play with her more,” Nui smiled, pointing at Ryuko. “Do not argue with me, Nui,” Ragyo frowned. Her bladder was only growing more and more full, no thanks to the tea she drank earlier, and the fact that her short speech had turned into a drawn-out affair had really gotten on her nerves. “Fine, fine,” Nui sighed, turning around to fight Satsuki. The rest of the Student Council stepped in, but Ragyo didn’t have time to pay attention to that fight. She whirled around just in time to block a blow from Ryuko, and the shocks went straight through her bladder. She buckled her knees a little as she tried to fight off the wave, even as Ryuko whirled back for another blow. Ragyo didn’t want to block another blow like that, for fear of sending another jolt to her bladder, so she dodged the attack to the side. However, Ryuko followed up with another swing, and Ragyo was forced to jump backwards, impressed by the force at which Ryuko cracked the ground when her blow missed. Unfortunately jumping back meant she landed on her feet and sent a strong jolt up her legs and straight to her abdomen. She winced and clenched one hand, but she had no privacy with which to hold herself, least of all in the middle of battle. "Your movements seem off, are you alright, mistress Ragyo?" Junketsu was looking up at Ragyo, clearly noting something was wrong. There was no way she was going to openly admit that she had to pee to him, though. She shook her head. “I’m fine, let’s just focus on the battle.” Ragyo charged forwards, swinging a clawed hand towards Ryuko. Ryuko managed to block it with her blade, but she seemed surprised at how sharp Ragyo’s nails were. Ragyo pushed her back and lunged again, ignoring the nagging from her bladder caused by the movements. She could feel it sloshing around in her abdomen, making her desperation all the worse, but she wouldn’t win if she simply stayed on the defensive. She used her speed to launch a series of attacks towards Ryuko, all of which were barely parried by her blade. Ryuko was strong, but Ragyo was pushing her back, slowly but surely. Unfortunately, just as Ragyo was getting into the rhythm of attacking, ready to break through Ryuko’s defenses, a particularly strong wave washed over her, and her leg faltered. Ryuko immediately took the opportunity to take a swing, and Ragyo had to frantically dodge to avoid the attack. She lunged back and clamped her thighs together, trying to disguise her desperate squirming as recovering from the battle. This is bad, I can’t fight with my bladder this full. Ragyo sighed. She wanted to see what Ryuko was capable of, but she was running out of time. She wouldn’t have anyone to test her out on like this, but enslaving her was the next best thing. As Ryuko lunged towards her, Ragyo stepped back and sent spindles of life fibers up into the air, wrapping around Ryuko’s head and embedding themselves into her brain. Almost immediately, she stopped obediently, and Ragyo allowed herself a laugh. “Simple enough. Now, Satsuki, stand down, or I’ll send my new pet at you.” Satsuki looked over, horrified at seeing Ryuko now under Ragyo’s thrawl. Her eyes widened. The fight would’ve been hard if she had Junketsu, but now that Ragyo had stolen it, she had no hope of fighting against Ryuko with a Kamui. The rest of Satsuki’s little rebellion jumped in the way, but between Nui and Ryuko, it was hopeless. Satsuki looked around, like she was trying to figure a way out of this, while Ragyo shuffled in place, trying not to make her desperation too obvious. “Everyone, run!” Satsuki finally said. “What? No way!” “We’re not going to leave you behind!” “We’re fighting with you until the bitter end!” “Friends don’t turn their backs on each other!” “If we’re all captured here, there’s no more hope for humanity!” Satsuki insisted, “Don’t worry about me, use your uniforms and run!” “How bold, and utterly pointless! None of you are getting out of here! Nui, Ryuko, take care of them for me. I have some urgent matters to attend to.” Ragyo began walking off, eager to get back inside and make a beeline for the bathroom. In the background, she could hear Satsuki and the other student council members fighting uselessly against Nui and Ryuko. She had felt how powerful that girl was. Even with their uniforms, they would not have the power to resist. Ragyo reached the elevator she had used to take up, and tried not to look antsy as she hurriedly waited for the doors to open. Now that she was no longer center-stage, she allowed herself to squirm more openly and grab herself. "Mistress Ragyo, could it be that you have to relieve yourself?" She blushed, completely forgetting about Junketsu. She looked down. She wanted to tell the damned thing to mind his own business, but considering she was wearing him now, she supposed it was kind of his business. He’d be the one getting wet if she couldn’t hold it, after all. “I’ll be fine, that battle just took longer than I expected,” Ragyo smiled, “But, now that it’s over-” Just as Ragyo spoke, however, she heard Ryuko yell from behind her. She turned around in surprise, just in time to see the girl shrug off her mental refit and tear the life fibers she wove into her brain out. “Impossible…” Raygo simply stared. “Ragyo!” Ryuko yelled, lunging straight for her. Ragyo cursed just as she heard the ding to the elevator behind her. Her relief would have to wait. She grit her teeth and lunged forwards, meeting Ryuko’s charge with one of her own. She was done playing. She was desperate at this point and she didn’t want to put off using the bathroom any longer. She whirled around and kicked Ryuko to the side, glaring at her and ignoring the painful shock that sent through her bladder. Ryuko seemed to notice that Ragyo was taking things more seriously, so she swung again, this time with more force. Ragyo decided to dodge instead of blocking the hit, nearly letting out a leak as her feet hit the ground. She barely had time to prepare a counterattack as Ryuko was ready to swing again, but Ragyo was able to parry her blade with her hand and grab her by the arm. She swung Ryuko around and sent her flying off, crashing into the stands nearby. Ragyo took the time and the distance she put between them looked around desperately for Nui, she wanted to ask her to finish the job before her bladder reached it’s limits. Unfortunately for her, Nui was preoccupied fending off Satsuki, who despite not having Junketsu was still formidable, and the rest of the Student Council. She would have to take care of this herself. Steeling herself and pressing her thighs together, Ragyo dove at Ryuko, slamming into her and knocking her Scissor Blade out of her hands. Ryuko panicked, lunging for the blade, but was forced out of the way when Ragyo sent a clawed hand at her. Ryuko was barely able to roll out of the way to dodge, but it left Ragyo standing over her, smirking. “You put up quite the fight, but it’s time I finish this, I think!” Ragyo reached for the Scissors Blade, picking it up and getting ready to plunge it into Ryuko, but suddenly her bladder spasmed again and she wavered. It was only for a brief moment, but Ryuko took immediate advantage of it. She reeled both her feet back and plunged them into Ragyo’s stomach as she sprang from the ground. The direct hit to her bladder made her leak, and she gasped desperately, dropping the blade in surprise. She doubled over, trying not to lose control then and there. Unfortunately, Ryuko wasn’t going to give her a chance to recover. Ragyo was forced to lunge backwards as Ryuko grabbed the Scissors Blade and swung it directly at her head. The shock from dodging caused another leak, and Junketsu shuffled uncomfortably on her body. "Hey, don’t wet yourself while wearing me! I drink blood, not piss!" “Now’s not the time!” Ragyo glowered back at him briefly before having to dodge backwards as Ryuko sent another swing her way. Ragyo tried to counterattack and take revenge by plunging her clawed hand into Ryuko’s own stomach, but Ryuko managed to block her hand with her blade and the two glared at each other as they clashed. Neither could get the upper hand, however, so they both got blasted back by the force as the fight continued. Ragyo winced once again. She was finding it hard to move with her full bladder, and she couldn’t stand still for a moment. She blushed as she glanced up at the large screens. The audience had been freed, so they could watch her every desperate squirm as she fought both against Ryuko and her own bladder. Ryuko was the first to dive back in, swinging her blade at Ragyo, who once again sidestepped. She bit her lip, feeling herself nearly lose her balance as she tried not to leak again. She felt her bladder sloshing around with each step as she dodged and swung, trying to fight back even as her own body was failing her. “Your movements have gotten slower,” Ryuko taunted, noticing Ragyo was lagging behind. “You insolent fool!” Ragyo grit her teeth. If she was at full strength, she could easily finish this battle, but like this, she was in serious trouble. Another strong wave hit her right at that moment, and Ragyo had to fight the urge to jam her hands between her legs. Ryuko took full advantage of this and tried too attack, but Ragyo got in a solid hit, slashing at Ryuko’s arm. She dove back and grasped at her arm as Ragyo winced, leaking once again. "I told you not to-" “Shut it, I can’t…” Ragyo felt another powerful wave hit her, and she hadn’t even recovered from the last one. No longer caring about the monitor, she pressed both hands against her crotch, trying to press them as hard as she could against her aching muscles to keep her flood contained. Unfortunately, she was at her limits. She felt herself let out another leak and doubled over. She frantically looked for some rubble or somewhere to dive behind so she wasn’t in full view of everyone, but it was no use. In the next instant, Ragyo’s floodgates burst, and she began peeing uncontrollably. The strong stream met little resistance due to her revealing outfit, spraying down her legs and pooling underneath her. Her face burned as she realized her accident was being broadcast across the entire arena, absolutely mortified at the thought of everyone seeing her. She feebly tried to stop, but she had taxed herself too far, and she could barely slow the flow as she emptied her bladder right out into the stage, in full view of everyone. Her knees buckled as relief washed over her, and for a moment she lost herself in the sensation, allowing herself to let out a moan as she felt her swollen bladder slowly deflate. The pressure slowly subsided, and by the time she was finished, there was a sizable puddle beneath her. Unfortunately, now that she had finished, the relief was completely replaced with sheer embarrassment, and she looked around. It seemed like the whole stadium had stopped to watch her accident. "I can’t believe you pissed yourself in me, do you know how disgusting this tastes? You better wash me properly when we get back to the mansion!" In anger, Junketsu canceled their transformation, and Ragyo was stuck wearing the untransformed Kamui, now a sopping wet school uniform. Nui glanced over from her battle with Satsuki and the student council, and smirked, saying teasingly, “Oh my, Mistress Ragyo! How embarrassing! If you needed to go, you should’ve told me sooner~” Ragyo was about to scold her for her teasing, but before she had the chance, Gamagori got a strong hit on her, and she was sent flying. Ragyo was annoyed at the position they were in, but she allowed herself a small smile at Nui’s expense for her teasing. “Hahaha, did she really just piss herself?” someone in the audience asked. “What is she, a child?” she heard another scoff. “That’s what you get for trying to pull one over on us!” “She really did just wet herself like a child, hahaha!” “She looks kind of hot though, especially in that school uniform!” Ragyo looked around at the numerous people in the stadium, all watching her on full display. The screens prominently displayed the aftermath of her accident, and the audience was not letting her live this down. Some were angry, some were laughing, and yet others teased her or yelled in disgust. She could only blush and shrink down in embarrassment, but the worst was yet to come. “Hahahahahahahahaha!” Ryuko laughed openly, holding her stomach as she hunched over, “I can’t believe you pissed yourself? Is that why you were putting up such a sorry fight?” Satsuki glared down at her as well, having pushed Nui back, “You always look down on others, but how does it feel to experience that same humiliation. Or do you intend to look down on us with that puddle underneath you?” Ragyo grit her teeth, but seeing as Nui was being pushed back herself, and that she doubted Junketsu would cooperate with her after she pissed herself wearing him, she figured it was time to retreat. Not only that, but the sheer embarrassment of today was still burning on her face. Mortified, she ran off, Nui following close behind, and she planned to regroup and regain her footing later. The End
  4. It's been years since the events surrounding the Phantom Thieves and the Metaverse. Goro Akechi has distanced himself from Ren Amamiya and all the others involved in those events, even building a fake identity to avoid anyone finding him, preferring to let the past stay in the past. However, on Christmas Eve, he discovers a calling card on his coffee table, addressed to him, with the sender being not the Phantom Thieves, but rather, just Ren. He goes off to accept this one final challenge from his rival, never being one to back down from a challenge. His only regret was that he didn't stop to use the bathroom first. ------- This is an omorashi story taking place at Cafe Leblanc, with romance between Ren Amamiya and Goro Akechi! I hope you enjoy it - this is likely going to be the start of a longer series between these two~! Please let me know what you think of how I wrote these characters! I honestly struggled with Akechi, as it's a bit difficult for me to know how he would really act, considering his shift in personality later in the game; I'd like to hear what you guys think, and if it seems like I wrote him well or not! I will definitely be editing this if I get some critique that warrants it - I want this to be really good! Want more? I have a Patreon with way more stories available! I'll be posting every chapter of this series at least a week early over there, and I'm also planning to write Patreon-exclusive extended versions of some of these chapters! Check it out if you're interested - your support means a lot to me! https://www.patreon.com/kitokito1?fan_landing=true If you enjoy, please consider commissioning me! Email me if you're interested: [email protected] Or add me on Discord: KitoKitoKito#7003 Or just send me a note! Word Count: 3451 --------- “Goro Akechi, the lustful center of my gaze. Although presumed dead, you’ve lived for many years outside of my gaze, but this will go on no longer. Come to Cafe Leblanc on Christmas Eve at midnight, where our final duel shall finally take place. Upon my victory, I shall steal your heart. From, Ren Amamiya.” Akechi stared at the card in utter disbelief. It had been almost five years since he’d had anything to do with the Phantom Thieves, five years since he’d met Ren Amamiya, and five years since he’d faked his death. He had fallen out of the public eye and resumed his detective work under a pseudonym, carefully keeping his identity anonymous and avoiding all contact with anyone involved in the metaverse, however, somehow, Amamiya had still found him. He put his head in his hand… and blushed, scarlet red, across his face. He’d told himself he could move on from his first love, but apparently, that was starkly incorrect. How could he go and get himself involved in Ren’s life now, after all that had happened? Clearly, they were both better off going their separate ways; if they had gotten together, they’d only be a stark reminder of a painful past; after all, he had quite literally tried to kill the phantom thief. However, considering all the work Ren must’ve gone through to find Akechi… clearly, the phantom thief did not feel the same way. He sighed, dropping the calling card on a glass coffee table in front of him. He was wearing a winter outfit, a long, light-brown, button-up coat, with darker-brown khakis and a plaid red and dark-blue scarf. He had hazel hair, which his fingers were currently running through due to nervousness, black, leather gloves still on them. How was he meant to respond to this? He looked at his phone. It was today, Christmas Eve. Leblanc was just a short train ride away… if he left now, he’d probably make it there around midnight. It was now or never. He slipped the calling card into his coat, ran a comb through his hair… and headed for the train station. —----------- Ren Amamiya sat in Cafe Leblanc, the lights all dimmed to only a soft glow, wearing a black turtle neck and jeans of the same color, comfy and cozy, even though it was a tad cold down there. Currently, he was sitting at the bar, near the far end, holding a cup of coffee he’d just brewed in his hands - he’d mixed a bit of cocoa into this one, to get into the festive mood. Outside, the weather was horrible - a blizzard raged on, Leblanc’s door partially blocked by a foot of snow. If it was anyone else, Ren would’ve been concerned about the blizzard, perhaps even rescheduled… but he knew Akechi. That detective would take on any challenge. He sipped his coffee, still hot and fresh, the steam fogging up his black-rimmed glasses. He had considered doing his hair, but had decided against it - the messy, bedhead style of his dark hair had been a staple of his time with the Phantom Thieves; it only made sense to keep it that way for his reunion with Akechi. He checked his phone. It was 11:50, just ten minutes until midnight, when Akechi was supposed to arrive. He had some plans already; specifically, he’d made a very… special blend of coffee, which he had yet to actually brew, and the bathroom was out of order. It was the only bathroom in the building; it was actually working just fine, but Ren had no plans of letting his rival use it. However, he had gone to use it himself, just a few minutes ago - he wanted his bladder to be relatively empty. Just as Ren picked up a book to pass the time, he heard the familiar sound of the door opening, the bell jingling, as Akechi stepped in, covered in snow from head to toe, wearing the hood of his coat, his scarf over his mouth, a slightly annoyed look in his eyes. “So, you really are here,” he said, trying to be cool, but Ren didn’t understand a word under that scarf. The thief just tilted his head, confused, with a smile on his face. “Try saying that again without the scarf on.” Akechi’s eyes tilted down; he blushed, shutting the door behind him and stopping the temporary onslaught of snow and cold coming from the blizzard outside, and then pulled his scarf down with both hands. “I said, so, you really… ah, never mind.” He pulled his hood down, revealing his hair to be very messy, despite the effort he’d put into styling it before he came. “What did you call me here for, old friend? And how did you find me, anyways?” “Take a seat.” Ren stood, still smiling knowingly as he gestured to one of the chairs, a look of intent and confidence in his eyes. He moved behind the counter and began brewing the special mixture he’d mentioned earlier. “Care for a cup of coffee?” “I suppose I’ll take you up on that offer.” Akechi pulled his jacket and scarf off and threw them over one of the chairs, revealing a plaid blue sweater underneath. “I could use something to warm me up.” “Sorry to make you come out here in the middle of such a storm.” Ren poured a bit of cream into the coffee cup, delicate and precise; he still had it. He slid the mug over to Akechi, then went and sat next to him, grabbing his previous mug, still half full. “Thank you.” Akechi sipped his coffee without smiling. His facade of being the nice, friendly, and advertiser-friendly detective was completely pointless with Joker. “Just as good as always.” “Did you want something to eat too? I think I have some pancakes in the fridge.” “Goddamn you.” He smirked as Joker chuckled, sipped his coffee again. “I can never look at a plate of pancakes the same way after that. I swear, I’ll never make such a careless mistake again.” “We’ll see.” Ren drained the rest of his coffee and stood, placing the mug in the kitchen’s sink and running a little water inside. “So, do you plan to explain what this is all about?” “Simple. We have one last competition to put a close to our little rivalry.” Ren walked to the stairs, leading up to the attic. “Come on - you can bring your coffee with you.” “Interesting. I’ll accept your challenge then, no matter what the game may be.” He finished his coffee and placed it in the sink as well. “But I have one caveat. If I win, I want to know how you found me.” “Sure. But in that case, I want something if I win.” “Oh? And what would that be?” “That’s a secret, but I think you’ll be quite happy to meet my conditions.” “Well, I’d say I’m curious…” He smiled, a cocky, confident smile, a competitive, almost sadistic spirit in his eyes. “But I don’t plan to lose, so it looks like I won’t be finding out.” Ren chuckled, beckoning for Akechi to follow him up the staircase. “We’ll see about that.” The attic was just the same as always, though a little bit dusty. A bed in the far-right corner, a work desk in the far-left, and a few other little things, though it was clearly mainly used for storage - Ren was staying there for a month while he figured out his living situation, having to move due to a fire in his old apartment. Thankfully, Sojiro was happy to help him out. “You have some very… interesting living conditions. Will this be the site of our confrontation?” Akechi questioned, looking around the room, attempting to identify some source of competition. “Correct. I actually have something in mind already.” Ren turned on the CRT TV and hooked up an NES, with two “NES Zappers” hooked up to it, being gray and orange guns for use in various games. Inserted into it was the game “Duck Hunt” - Joker had figured a repeat of the time the two of them had engaged in Gun About was a fitting way to reunite them. “Here.” He held out one of the guns to Akechi. The detective prince took the gun and smiled, examining it, holding it in his black-gloved hand. “Interesting. So, you wish to lose in another game of precision?” “We’ll see about that - I’ve gotten much better since the first time.” Joker booted up the console, watching as the title “DUCK HUNT” appeared in large, bold letters. The game, however, was actually modded to allow for a more competitive mode - as the game started up, the screen was split into halves, each side having their own ammo, scope, and ducks to shoot down, with a score counter at the bottom. “Here’s how it’ll go. For ten minutes, ducks will be flying out, slowly speeding up until the end. Whoever shoots the most wins.” “Perfect. I can’t imagine a better way to end this rivalry, besides, perhaps, another duel in Mementos… though we both know that’s impossible.” He stood back and aimed his gun at the screen with a cocky smirk… and then faltered for a moment. He felt the sudden need to relieve himself; apparently, that coffee had coursed through him quite quickly, and he had come immediately upon getting that letter. What terrible timing to need a bathroom break. “Before we begin, mind if I use the restroom downstairs?” “Ah, sorry, it’s out of order.” Ren lied through his teeth; it was working. “After we finish our match, you can use the one at the laundromat across the street.” “That should work just fine.” He readied himself once again, regaining his composure… even though his bladder was already starting to ache. However, he didn’t want to dampen the competitive spirit; he’d be able to hold it for a measly ten minutes. “Let the game begin!” Ren pulled the trigger on his gun with a plastic click, and a countdown began. Three, two, one… and the game was on. Immediately, both persona users were extremely focused on the game, shooting every duck they possibly could, their scores remaining in a state of constant flux between who was winning and losing. Clearly, it was anyone’s game… that is, until both of them had their focus shattered. Akechi was able to ignore his need for the bathroom for a little bit, however, the aching and the desperation was increasing rapidly. He hadn’t drunk that much, but his bladder was practically bursting; he bit his lip, trying to distract himself with a little pain, as he felt the panging pain in his crotch. He had to actively keep any urine from leaking out as he played, constantly holding it back, again and again. He glanced to Joker, who seemed to be quite calm and composed; he absolutely couldn’t let something as foolish as his bladder lose him this game. He grit his teeth and bent his knees, pushing his thighs together, holding his bladder back. His legs began to shiver slightly. Ren could barely hold his poker face as he watched Akechi’s desperation grow. He’d been itching to see such a beautiful sight as the ace detective losing control of his bladder ever since he’d met him for the first time, his fantasies full of exactly what was playing out in front of him. Ever since they’d first met, Ren had felt his heart skip a beat for the lovely, beautiful, princely figure, and even seeing the much darker side of his personality only made him fall deeper into love, into affection for him. Past events had kept them apart for obvious reasons, however, even his attempted assassination at the hands of Akechi hadn’t dulled Joker’s feelings. They were stronger than ever. And now, seeing that desperation, the little shivers in his legs, that determined but clearly strained look on his face, it was all so perfect. If everything went well… he’d have some cleaning up to do very soon. Five minutes in. The detective couldn’t believe how badly he needed to use the bathroom. It was horrible, the worst desperation he’d ever felt in his life, his bladder throbbing needily, practically ready to burst like a balloon. He struggled to focus on the game while also preventing a horribly embarrassing accident; by minute six, it was becoming clear that something was going to have to give. He looked to Ren once again - he was still entirely coolheaded. Akechi gulped, pushing his legs closer together, shifting from side to side, as he tried to hold it in, a blush on his face from slight shame, legs shivering much harder now; he felt a slight bit of liquid in his black underwear, just the tiniest bit of wetness. He immediately focused on stopping that small leak, costing him a few ducks. “Struggling a little bit, are you, Akechi?” Ren smirked confidently. He was blushing hard, too, but apparently, his rival hadn’t noticed. He knew, given a decision between losing the game and losing control of his bladder, the prince would choose the latter any day, especially considering how much this particular competition meant to them, being the finale they’d waited years to play out (even though Akechi had never planned to allow it to happen in the first place). “Ngh…” He grunted, exasperated, but managed to catch up to the thief and even surpass him. “Worry about yourself, friend - I have no intention of letting this end in anything but my victory!” “We’ll see about that.” The two kept their focus as much as they could as the ninth minute came about. The final flurry of ducks took to the field, and the two were shooting every single one that they could aim at, with unmatched speed and precision. They were neck and neck; the victor could be decided by the difference of just one shot. But Akechi’s bladder would not relent. It was obvious to him now that, if he didn’t go to use the bathroom right this moment, there was no way he’d make it; his bladder was either going to be drained into a toilet, or it was going to burst open right then and there. He couldn’t last for this one remaining minute. It was time to make a decision. His face went completely red as his legs stopped shivering, thighs parting, as he resumed his earlier stance and shot everything he could… and the gentle pattering of liquid against felt quietly filled the room. Seconds after, the game was over, and Akechi was the victor - that small little sound had heavily distracted Ren for just long enough to destroy his focus. As the text “VICTORY!” flashed across Akechi’s side of the screen, the detective sighed in immense relief, dropping the gun to the floor, between his legs, and diverting his attention to stopping the emptying of his bladder. However, it was far too late - now that the stream had started, like a dam being broke open, Akechi had no control over the rush of urine rapidly exiting his body. He huffed in relief, covering his scarlet-red face with his gloved hands, as the pitter of piss streaming out of his cock and into his undergarments filled the room, the only sound heard besides the gentle hum of the heater. His underwear were soon filled and soaked through with pee, causing it to drip down onto his pants, with a large wet spot slowly spreading out from his crotch, starting as just a drop of a darker brown and growing. And, once those were plenty soaked, the liquid began to flow right out of his pants and onto the floor, a heavy, fast stream, trickling onto the floor, spreading out from his pants and going all over. A puddle soon formed on the wood, and by complete accident, the gun was right in the middle, being subject to that stream of hot, steaming urine. It dripped down the insides of his legs, long lines of wet streaking further and further down, even soaking into his socks and his shoes. He fell to his knees in pure humiliation, still hiding his face as the stream went on and on for at least a full minute, tons and tons of hot, steamy urine making a huge mess right on the floor. It now trickled against the rest of the puddle, drops splashing all over. Eventually, it did stop, after the detective’s pride was entirely destroyed. He was stunned, completely lost for words, his mind a jumbled mess of anxiety and shame; he didn’t have a clue of what to say after that. Ren was similarly speechless, but for entirely different reasons. He blushed from pure pleasure and lust, watching as the detective who’d been at the center of his eye for so long crumbled before him. Every bit of it was so perfect, the desperation leading up to the release was immaculate and tantalizing, the actual wetting was so perfectly hot, Akechi’s reaction and embarrassment was so cute! He couldn’t have hoped for anything better - it was all he’d ever dreamed of. And he couldn’t even begin to describe how hot it was that his own controller had been soaked in the process. Something about that really did something for him. Akechi gulped, standing, as the last bits of urine dripped from his pants, his calves and knees completely soaked. “I-I’m very sorry for the mess. It looks like I got a bit excited during our competition and lost focus.” He gulped nervously. “Let’s just forget about the deal for now, I don’t know how I could possibly face you again after such a humiliating display.” He walked towards the stairs, legs still shivering a little. “No, no, hold on.” Ren spoke, struggling to actually speak a bit. There was a noticeable bulge in his crotch; he made no effort to hide it as he grabbed Akechi by the shoulder. “I didn’t invite you to my room just for a game.” Akechi turned his face towards Joker, confused, still blushing. “Why are you being so persistent with me? I tried to kill you, Ren. Can’t we just leave our bond in the past?” “That’s not what I want, Akechi.” He slid his hand down the detective’s arm and grasped the gloved hand. “I don’t care what happened in our past. And honestly, seeing you wet yourself was incredibly hot - nothing has changed; my desire to be with you has only grown.” The detective’s blush turned from one of shame, to one of love. “You don’t mean… how could you possibly feel that way after all of this? I’ve betrayed you so horribly, and now, I’ve made a complete mess of your room, and yet still, you want to be with me?” “I do.” Ren grabbed Akechi’s hand with both of his. “Well? Will you let me steal your heart, Goro Akechi?” The detective sighed… and smiled. “It seems it didn’t even take the entirety of the phantom thieves to change my heart, but rather, just one. Let’s see how this goes.” Ren smiled wide, heart fluttering with joy, as he secured his new relationship with the detective. “It seems our partnership is going to be much different from here on out.” “Indeed. But that doesn’t mean the competition ends.” Akechi smirked in a confident, cocky, and yet, lovingly gentle way. “Don’t fall behind, alright?” Ren held the detective’s hand tighter. “As long as you’re by my side, I could never.” The two of them chuckled a bit; it seemed neither had quite lost the core of their relationship as a thief and a detective, despite taking it from friendship to romance. “Anyway, more importantly…” He moved his hand down to Akechi’s pants, gently rubbing his crotch, making the detective blush as ren felt that piss-soaked material. “How about we get you out of these clothes~? I’m sure I can find you something more comfortable, as long as I can help you clean up a bit~” Akechi chuckled. “My, my, perhaps I’m the one who should be worried about falling behind.” He undid his belt buckle. “But, well, I can’t say I mind.” And the two of them spent that night together… and things got even steamier than they were during Akechi’s accident. Truly, today was only the beginning; they had an interesting road ahead of them. Their rivalry and love would mix together to create something entirely new and unique… and the event that started it there, with Akechi wetting himself, would be the catalyst for many more wettings to follow. -------- Enjoyed the story? Consider supporting me on Patreon! Become a Patron, and you’ll get access to a bunch of other Patreon-exclusive kinky stories I’ve written - there’s a new one every week! This is the best way to support me if you enjoy my work! https://www.patreon.com/kitokito1?fan_landing=true This is my job, so even just a single $5 pledge is a huge help in making it so I can write more!!
  5. black hat from the show villainous issa just a work in progress (haven't added the wetting yet), but like, why is there no omo of this guy??? he's a perfect victim dammit i might make this a thread or smthn
  6. Hello everyone. Some of who may know me know that I have a thing for Age-Play. I don't see much age-play on this forum, but I think it blends very well with some of the aspects of the fetish. On that note, the below story is an idealized version of how I would like an age-play session to go with one of my mutual age-play partners. Please realize that, in this story, everyone is a consenting adult. For me, age-play is very much about capturing those feelings that time evokes, and using them for pleasure. This has the potential to be a multi-part story, If I get a good amount of feedback and such, I will probably continue. However, I have left it at a place where it could end. Please let me know what you think. I realize this isn't everyone's cup of tea, but I wanted to share anyway. The Game Round One Alarms certainly are one of the worst inventions of all time. A device that’s sole function can be boiled down to the cession of peace. Blaring, Lucas’ alarm disturbed his slumber, bringing him from dreams to his a familiar, small bed. Across the guest room, his alarm hummed and howled on the dresser. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, Lucas threw the blankets off, groggily rising from his slumber. Confusion bubbled under his hazy stupor. He had left his phone in his bed with him the night before and he most certainly had not set an alarm. He barely remembered anything from last night, having arrived so late to Rob’s, but he remembered wandering into the guest room, throwing on his pj bottoms and shirt, throwing his bag on the floor and wiggling into the guest bed. The angry alarm stopped as his fingers gingerly pecked at the screen. Blinking, Lucas rubbed some bed head from his eyes and grabbed his glasses from the dresser. As the world came into clarity his brow wrinkled in confusion again. His phone showed a text message and on the dresser was a large glass of water. Pressing his thumb to the home button, Luke opened the message, a familiar name settling on the banner. “Good morning kiddo. Make sure to have plenty to drink today, you have a big day ahead. I also went ahead and unpacked your bag. Your clothes are in the top drawer. Come out when you wake up. And remember the rules.” Lucas set his phone down, wasting no time in opening the first drawer. His heart fluttered and his cheeks reddened at the sight awaiting him. On the left side of the drawer sat his four pairs of training pants, neatly folded. Hungry dinos played on one, while cuddly jungle buddies romped on the other. The other two were a dingy white cloth, betraying a…history to the garments. On the right were his shortalls, folded straight with his tshirt right on top, a grinning Stitch covered in Deadpool collars posed for attack. A dumb smile was plastered on his face. Without hesitation, Lucas took up the glass of water, greedily gulping down the liquid in seconds. The rules were simple. One glass, once an hour. When Rob said so, one glass every fifteen minutes. Whatever happens, happens. A few moments were spent going through the drawer again, feeling the soft, slightly thick cloth of his padded underpants. White was too boring to start the day in. After an agonizing debate Lucas decided that the dinos would grace his bottom for the day. He pulled the cloth up, smiling as he felt the cool softness between his legs, the slight, poofy texture embracing him. Soon, his tshirt covered the rest of him and after a few snaps, boyish shortalls hid his little secret. The little boy cast a quick glance at the mirror on the dresser. The man who had entered that room in a sleepy stupor was gone. Lucas was gone for the weekend and it was time for Luke to play. Familiar sounds ventured to his ear as he walked out into the tiled hallway, almost wishing for slippers as his feet adapted to the cool floor. Sizzles came from the kitchen, mingled with the steamy shouts of the coffee machine. Rob loved the stuff and Luke would never understand why. Softly, the boy padded out and entered the kitchen, waving with a dumb grin at the man hunched over the machine, fiddling with knobs and levers, crushing beans and willing the life blood of an adult morning into existence. “Good morning Kiddo” Rob said with a smile. Luke felt the warmth in that moment as the smells of coffee and bacon lingered in his nostrils. With a small wave, he sat at the table, almost wishing the chair was large enough to let his legs dangle. Soon, Rob walked over, bearing a plate of delicious bacon, and a large glass of water. “Here you go, enough to make you big and strong” he said. With greed Luke clutched the first pieces of the greasy delight, the fats rendered just right to give a satisfying, yet yielding crunch. Already, he was on to his next piece. Only an inclined, telling glance from Rob towards his water stopped the boy’s onslaught against the best breakfast food of all time. Letting his bacon rest, Luke took to the water, slurping and swallowing down, feeling his tummy already becoming heaving from the water he had just had before. Rob’s eyes twinkled with an amused grin and the boy blushed. The game was beginning, and he was already feeling the nervous pit that started in him before it started in earnest. “I need to work on some projects on my computer after breakfast. Why don’t you play in the living room on your games or something? You can always come in and get me if you need something.” Luke nodded, recognizing the last part not as a statement, but a command. Breakfast passed quickly, the two enjoying the quiet moment as sleep finally abandoned its last hold on both of them. With the plates put away, and small, pointed pat on his slightly padded rump, Luke was sent off to the living room, a bottle of water in his hands. Forgoing the couch to get a better view of the tv, Luke sat his bottom down on the tile, craning his neck back to look up at the TV. I felt good to sit, the floor cushioned by his padding. With gusto, Luke loaded up his video games, going into his favorite past time. Moments of intense finesse in New Donk City were punctuated by gulps of water. A rhythm had built up. Find a moon, take a drink, find a moon, take a drink. It was the perfect way to follow the rules. Speaking of the rules… A slight shiver went down his spine, spidering up and down through his nerves until it arrived right below his tummy, settling into an obnoxious, angry pressure. Luke bite his lower lip, crossing his legs slightly and paused the game. Rules were rules, and the rules said he had to make it… until he was told not to. He was always nervous the first time. No matter how many times he did it. No matter how many time he asked, it never got easier. That was a good thing. If it got easier, it wouldn’t be ask fun. The thing loses its appeal when it doesn’t bring a blush to your cheeks or a skipped beat to your heart. Pitter patter went his bare feet across the floor to the kitchen table. Still sipping coffee, Rob sat hunched over his laptop, a bear of a man toiling at work. Keys clacked and the man’s eyes never left the screen, but Luke knew he was seen. It was time, the true beginning. He let his hands down to his crotch, clutching slightly, exaggerating the motion as he crossed his legs, the first steps of a familiar dance. The urge was there, and it was entirely fake, but a little bit of theatrics always made the blood flow. The words were stuck on his tongue, but then, in an instant, they were in the air. “Uncle Rob… I hafta go potty.” They both hung there for a moment. Luke, tapping from foot to foot and Rob, tapping from key to key. Finally, the man’s eyes lifted from the screen, a sly smile on his face. “Do you?” he asked, his gaze travelling up and down the little boy before him. Luke’s blush started low, under the collar of his shirt, a warm tingling riding up his neck before engulfing his cheeks as he nodded, and buckled his knees for good measure. Rob chuckled, closing his laptop and getting up. “I guess I better take you then.” He declared, walking past the fidgeting boy, and taking his hand, dragging him down the hall. Luke followed at an arm’s length, on hand firmly pressed against his privates. Whatever urgency he actually was feeling had fallen to a dull presence with the pressure he was putting on. The hallway always felt longer than it was, but once they arrived in the bathroom, things always moved too fast. The door swung open, revealing the bleached white of a room treated with clorax. At the center, as always, was the toilet, the potty. The sight of it, no matter where he was, always made him acutely aware of the underwear he was wearing. He would become dreadfully aware of how thin his big boy underwear was, how thick his training pants felt, and how humiliating the hug of a dreaded diaper felt. He told a lie to himself in that moment. No matter what today, he would not feel the thickness of a crinkly diaper on his bottom. It was a lie, but the lie was just another part of the game. Rob was already working. His fingers danced over his chest, unsnapping the buckles holding his shortalls up, letting them fall to the floor as he positioned his boy in front of the big kid potty. Luke looked down, seeing the playful, and thankfully still dry dinos smiling up at him before Rob’s hand went down his trainers. His hand brushed past Luke’s privates, eliciting a slight, breathy groan. Rob squeezed the trainers, checking for wetness. Satisfied with their dryness he yanked them down to join Luke’s crumpled up shortalls and took Luke’s boyhood in his hand, pointing it at the potty. “Go ahead Luke, go potty.” Luke closed his eyes as he felt the man’s hand on him, pointing him towards his gold. He breathed in deep, holding the air inside him as he let something else out. His eyes fluttered open as the first few streams pittered and pattered onto the still water in the toilet. Letting his held breath finally go, Luke fully released his hold on his bladder. Spurts turned to a full stream as he blinked, the comforting sounds of successful going potty made his dumb smile return to his face as Rob whispered in his ear. “Good job Luke, such a good boy”. The above scene, or variation there of played out a few more times over the morning. Luke would continue to drink water at a greedy pace. Sometimes, he would toddle to the kitchen and ask to be taken to the potty. Other times, right before he was about to get up, he found himself being dragged by Rob, being told to stand in front of the potty and produce before he would be set free back to the bathroom. Finally, the song and dance ended when Rob came in with a bigger bottle of water, handing it over to the boy as he paused the game. “You are looking a little flushed there kiddo, I think you need to drink a little more.” The rules had changed again. More water, at a faster pace was the spoken part of the rule, but it was always delivered with their favorite, unspoken rule. “You won’ be using the potty anymore.” He squirmed, but still he continued to force the water down. It was always refilled. Never was the bottle empty. Whenever he reached for it, Rob always made sure to have more water ready. Luke’s bladder was filling rapidly, the nature of the game revealing itself. A constant inflow of water, and a consistent outflow of relief. Rob had simply changed the equation. He had increased one side, and reduced the other side to nothing. The outcome was decided, pre-ordained even. He had to remember to be like a kid. A kid would never, ever give up his video games. Not when there were more moons to collect. Pausing only for a drink when necessary, Luke played on. It was like pulling the emergency brake on a train though. With the constant flow out of him, and the sudden increase of intake, his bladder was screaming for relief in merely a half an hour. This time, the signs were real. They started small, as always, the twitching of his toes. The bumping up and down of his knees. He moved his controller closer to his crotch, pressing down has his fingers continued to work the buttons with the precision needed for urban climbing in Paulette’s metropolis. Rob never said a word. From the couch he watched as Luke began to go through every sign. Slight pangs of pressure gave way to absolute waves of urgency. Even when pressing down and crossing his legs, they would only subside, abating for mere moments before returning with a spitting vengeance. The contents of his bladder were angry, screaming at him, begging him to get up and use the potty. But still, the figures on the screen before him danced as he too gave into the desperate dance. He had contorted himself into a rather odd positions, both legs crossed at the ankles, his controller hands firmly under his knees, pressing against his throbbing bladder. It was all real this time. The slight gasps, the near constant motion, each one designed to take his mind away from the fluid swimming within him. But that was not enough anymore. Urgency, pure, dreadful urgency was consuming him. He wanted to pause the game, to get up and run. But that would be against the rules. It happened slowly, as it always did. Techincally, it wasn’t an accident, not a real one it started. The first spurt overcame all of his holds, a slight, choking gasp coming from him as his trainers did their job. That is what they had been there for. To catch the little spurts of a boy who put off the potty for too long. It was a job the dinos did eagerly, the cloth dampening, protecting his shortalls and the floor, but only for the moment. They never would stand a chance with what was to come. Still the boy pressed on, riding each wave until the inevitable spurt into his thirsty trainers. Evidence of his losing struggle soon began to mount. It was a small, insidious thing, a spot no more the size of a dime after the third spurt overcame his needs. The fourth discolored the jean-like fabric of the shortalls around his crotch with a baseball sized splotch. By the sixth, the floor was still protected, but anyone looking at the boy would say he had an accident. The front of his shortalls had adopted a dark blue, halfmoon stain, emanating from his crotch, and searching for the next area to cascade. In a desperate flurry that mirror the state of his body, Luke’s fingers still moved across the control, but the movements of the video game character had become sloppy and haphazard. They stopped soon, at the exact same moment his fingers and the rest of his body ceased all movement and became rigid. There never was a seventh spurt… His trainers were long past damp and could not even begin to mitigate the flood that was coming to them. His shortalls began to glisten, a slight hiss coming from between his legs as he just started down at the floor. The stain on his crotch was racing about in all directions, up and left and right, and most dangerously, down. When it could no longer go down, he saw it. Warm potty began to flood out from underneath his sodden bottom, a puddle expanding in all directions. Inch by inch it grew as his poor, overtaxed bladder continued to stream out its desperately held back contents. He knew Rob was looking, but Luke didn’t care. Almost by reflex he attempted to clamp down, to stop the accident before the puddle had spread further. Doing so only served to cause another wave of torment to spread from within him, buzzing in fury at his denial. “Oh…Oh no” he finally managed to say, the words lost in a breathy moan of desperate relief, relishing the feeling of finally giving in. He could not say how long it lasted, only that it was long enough for him to see a puddle around him at all sides. The cuffs of his shorts dripped, and he could feel his boyish trainers clinging to him, the warm, shameful fluid in them already cooling and trying to weigh the cloth down with an embarrassing sag. Before he could say anything, Rob had already beaten him to it. ”Luke…what did you did?” He asked, adopting an admonishing tone that brought the blush back. Round One was complete.
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    Starring: Natalie Mars & Pampered Penny My new secretary, trans girl cutie Natalie Mars, is barely competent but very pretty so I tolerate her little mistakes like missing a meeting, forgetting an appointment or accidentally shipping a giant butt plug, diapers, and a whole box of other adult baby supplies to the office. As soon as I ask her why a box addressed to “Baby Natalie” has arrived on my desk, she clearly panics in desperation to avoid me seeing the contents of this mystery box. Of course I open it anyway and find so many naughty fetish outfits and accessories, including diapers that look like they would fit her perfectly. I laugh in her face but I am secretly thrilled at this opportunity to humiliate my cute little assistant and for a great excuse to get her naked. I still want Natalie as my secretary but I think her new title will be Office Diaper Slut. From now on she will be sitting at her desk in frilly baby dresses, having to take out her pacifier to answer calls, and pretty much spending all working hours plugged in a wet diaper.
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  8. View File Demoted from secretary to office diaper girl Starring: Natalie Mars & Pampered Penny My new secretary, trans girl cutie Natalie Mars, is barely competent but very pretty so I tolerate her little mistakes like missing a meeting, forgetting an appointment or accidentally shipping a giant butt plug, diapers, and a whole box of other adult baby supplies to the office. As soon as I ask her why a box addressed to “Baby Natalie” has arrived on my desk, she clearly panics in desperation to avoid me seeing the contents of this mystery box. Of course I open it anyway and find so many naughty fetish outfits and accessories, including diapers that look like they would fit her perfectly. I laugh in her face but I am secretly thrilled at this opportunity to humiliate my cute little assistant and for a great excuse to get her naked. I still want Natalie as my secretary but I think her new title will be Office Diaper Slut. From now on she will be sitting at her desk in frilly baby dresses, having to take out her pacifier to answer calls, and pretty much spending all working hours plugged in a wet diaper. Submitter Cathyva Submitted 02/06/2020 Category Diapers and ageplay
  9. Hey guys and girls, I have been following this forum for some while now and I have a request now. A few months ago while searching on omorashi.tv I came across a video about asian girls that where outside and in need of a bathroom. When the girls start moving towards the toilets, some guy comes around and hold them with a conversation. Because the girls are to shy to tell their need, they just keep talking while getting more desperate with the second. Finally they will lose it and embarrassed run towards the toilets while still wetting themselves or just keep standing there frozen while they pee themselves. Does anybody know where to find this video, or does anybody have it. It's one of the best wetting video's I've ever seen and if I remember correct it was about an hour long or so.
  10. To preface this, I am female. When I was younger, and living at home, I hit a point where masturbation was pretty much my past time. I had little friends in school, was constantly grounded, and I lived in a house with an alcoholic psychopath for a stepfather (although that is not a story for here, it is relevant) and two step-siblings that were gone during the week and whom I wished were gone during the weekend. Like previously mentioned, I had no friends and was on lock down most of the time, so reading books and masturbation became my go-to for when I was bored and home alone. Which was often. So beyond just playing with myself in my room I'd recently figured out that wetting was kind of hot, and was exploring that. Well, asshole announced one day that I "flushed too loud" in the upstairs bathroom, nevermind everyone else in the house or the absurdity of the claim, and my punishment was banishment from the nice upstairs abode to the not so nice one in the basement. It had older tiles, a handmade door with a half-broken lock, a toilet form the seventies and a spider problem, so at first I hated it but I soon began to see the... appeal of a bathroom all to myself, far away from my family. If people were home and I wanted private time, I'd go down there. I could read, masturbate, or heck even shower for an hour and a half if I wanted to. It also became the place to experiment a bit. My first diaper experience was while sitting on the sink (found out it wasn't for me), I tried standing up "like a boy" over that eighties toilet (Harder than you'd think when you're trying to figure it out for yourself,) and I also came the closest to being found out by my family down there. One day, my mom went out shopping stupidly early and asshole stumbled home drunk shortly after and passed out in the basement family room, locking the door. it was on the other side of the basement from my bathroom, and I was rarely allowed in, but it was close enough that it made me sit around in my room for an extra hour after waking up because I didn't want to go down there to pee with him in the other room. So instead I sat upstairs in my room, trying to hold it until my mom made it back and I could use the one upstairs. There was a, uh, problem though. First off, I hadn't gone to the bathroom before going to bed the night before, so I woke up with that full overnight bladder to begin with, on top of sitting in my room for an hour. It slowly became apparent by my inability to read the page I was on in my book and the almost constant rocking onto my hand, jammed down into my crotch, that I was probably not going to make it the next hour until mom showed back up. On top of that, the constant rocking (and a decisively steamy scene in the book I'd nabbed from my mom's shelves) I was... pretty wet already, if you know what I mean. My groin was almost on fire I became so desperate, a combination of holding in my aching bladder and desperately needing the release my normal morning masturbation gave. I wasn't going to make it. A single spurt ran down my hand, instantly soaking my cotton underwear. Suddenly I had slid off of my bed, not caring that I was only in a long t-shirt with no bra and panties and sprinted down the hall, every third or so step letting out another spurt onto my panties and my vagina practically dripping wetness as well. I made it down the stairs, to the left, and had just thrown the lock to my bathroom when I couldn't hold it anymore. It all came out, the warmth of my own piss instantly covering my panties and soaking the leg hole bands around my thighs and ass, the piss audibly slapping down onto the hard off-white tiles beneath my feet. Caving in, I kneeled down on the floor with my butt hovering only a few inches above it, braced my left hand against the tiles in front of me and shoved my fingers on top of my panties, rotating them around my clit while I kept up what felt like an eternal stream. My legs acted like a dam for the stream, (I was kneeling not squatting), pushing it forward and back instead of out, and only two seconds after finishing and sitting in my own puddle of piss, I was rocked by an orgasm so intense my toes curled, my ass clenched, and I doubled over more , shoving my fingers into my vagina to feel it throbbing around me. I felt so warm. After a few seconds of after shocks, my body calmed down and relaxed enough for me to suddenly realize that there I was, sitting in my own urine on the floor, my panties soaked completely through, and there was a giant puddle of evidence beneath me. Oh shit, what do I do?! I panicked. I'd never pissed on the floor before-- I usually did it in showers, or sinks, or places where I could, you know, flush or wash away the evidence with water. But the floor? I had no game plan for that. So what do I do, fess up to my mom that I peed on the floor at this age? Embarrassment flooded through me. She'd tell my step dad, who'd tell his kids, and I'd never live it down... so frantically, I looked around the room. Telling the truth wasn't I had to clean this up. My first train of thought was "you know what wipes up pee?" and I reached for the toilet paper. I know, I know. It only took thirty seconds of going through the roll and a mushy mess of pissy paper wads to figure out I'd just made it worse. So what next? My shirt? But then I'd have to run through the house naked... yeah no thanks. So i grabbed the thin pink beach towel in there and tossed it on the mess, slopping the puddle around more than soaking it up before finally giving up. I had no idea what to do with all this, so I just took care of the panties the same way I did all my wet ones... I tossed it over the back fence into the neighbor's empty lot. I never found out what happened to them after that. I was clean, embarrassed, and panicked when my mother came home. I listened to her unload the groceries from the safety of my room, heard her bring out the new toilet paper and drop some off in the upstairs bathroom, then go downstairs to mine. There was a moment, then she came upstairs, calling my name. I met her in the hallway. "(My name), did you... make a mess downstairs?" She asked, looking like she didn't know how to approach this. I blinked, my face as impassive as an embarrassed teen could be. "No? I picked up my backpack last night..." She shook her head. "No, I mean in the bathroom." "What's in the bathroom?" I asked and I don't quite remember her reply, but it opened the conversation up for me to slide in "I haven't been down there yet, but (step father) came home from (the bar) a little bit after you left? I think he's downstairs in the family room." She blinked. "I see." Then she abandoned me in the hallway and went downstairs, calling for him. When he didn't reply, she unlocked the door form the outside using her credit card (terrible lock and gap in the door) and went in to yell at him. He was still so drunk and couldn't remember anything besides the fact that he HAD used the bathroom down there, so in the end my mom put together that he'd been so drunk he'd pissed on the floor and tried to cover it up, with the mindset of a drunk, but failed. So in the end, I got to hide in my room while my asshole stepfather cleaned up my masturbation piss downstairs with a wicked hangover thinking he'd done it. My mom told his kids about it, who never let him live it down, and to this day I've never fessed to anyone besides a group of friends earlier this year. I didn't do another floor piss until I'd moved into my second apartment and could wash my own towels. I got off to the memory of it for months, though.
  11. Hey guys, this story was a commission by Rick Dixon, and he helped with the storyline and setting, so props to him for that! Hope you like it! As always C and C welcome and appreciated! And finally! Enjoy! I’ve attached a stock photo of Alison so you can all visualise her! Alison, was full of regret, she had been working hard all day, intending to try and get off early so she could drive over to see her little brother’s play on sleeping beauty. But it had been a hot day, and her decision to skip bathroom breaks in favour of getting to the school all the earlier was really starting to prove a uncomfortable error. No matter how much her mom would have bitten her head off for being even later than she already is. As she parked her car, Alison decided that she would really struggle to get through this play, knowing how long it is likely to drag on, and so walks as quickly as her tightly pressed legs would allow to the nearest bathroom. As she is walking towards the toilets her bladder is pulsing, being so close to relief, but as she turns the corner she is met by the sight of a janitor slapping a cleaning in process sign on the door. Alison stopped and squirmed trying to maintain some dignity as she asked. “ err.. sir? Please can I go in first? I am really desperate and I need to go before the play starts!” “Sorry miss you’ll just have to hold it for a minute” replied the janitor Alison was about to protest that she might not have that long when the tannoy sounded, signalling the start of the play, and so with a humph she minced her way to her seat. As soon as she sat down, Alison crossed her legs as tightly as she could, aiming to dash for the toilets as soon as she could. However the curtains open to a bubbling pot of water, which did nothing to help Alison, who was trying to think of anything but liquids, and deciding that the janitor would be finished by now, got up to make a dash for it. “Sit down! It’s almost the intermission, be polite Alison!” Whispered her mother, pulling her back into her seat with a painful jolt to her bladder, sending it sloshing around “Would it be polite to have a flood in this hall?” Muttered Alison, her long dark hair fanning out in front of her pale face, as she slowly slipped a hand between her legs. Alison glanced through her hair to the stage where her brother had just walked on, however she couldn’t hear his lines. ‘He must have stage fright!’ she thought, before wincing as the child next to her started slurping from his drink loudly, the sounds travelling straight to her strained bladder. As she looked away from the child, her foot tapping away, and her arms crossed over her chest, she noticed the intermission sign being placed up. This was her chance! She slowly rose to her feet, making sure not to put any pressure on her bladder, which was bulging out over the top of her tight jeans, when she was roughly pulled back into her seat once more by her mother, her ass landing in the seat with such force that a small spurt of pee squirted out of her crotch and dampened her panties. Alison quickly placed both hands in her crotch and squeezed for all she was worth, as her mother whispered to her. “Sit down, it starting again!” “You can’t be serious!” Alison moaned, how could her brother do this to her? She looked at the stage willing it to end, her brother was just about to kiss the sleeping beauty, then the curtains rolled back to reveal a running waterfall, and a random child for some reason, but Alison didn’t notice that, she was too busy bending over and shoving her hands deeper into herself in an effort not to wet herself like a child right there. Then as if to add to her torture, the sprinklers turned on outside. Alison had tears welling in her eyes as she felt a drop leak past her defences and trail down the inside of her thigh. However her salvation was at hand, her brother had just kissed the girl, and now everyone was stood up and clapping as they all bowed. Alison didn’t waste a second, she pushed past her row, not caring for the moment what she looked like, only that she made it to a toilet before she completely peed her pants. She turned the corner and the cleaning notice was down! “Thank god! I’m going to burst!” She cried As the pushed the door, but she hit resistance, she pushed harder, and this time she could hear raised voices. The door swung open to a livid looking girl. “WHAT?!” She screamed. “I need to use the bathroom. I..I’m going to have an accident!” Alison Stuttered. “WAIT YOU’RE DAMN TURN!” The girl screamed before slamming the door Alison bobbed down and wiggled her ass, trying to hold back the flood, which, being so close to relief, was pulsating against her tired muscles and getting more insistent by the minute. But just then she heard the jangling of keys, she swivelled around to see the janitor walking to his closet. Alison hobbled over to him and grabbed him by the shoulder, he turned around and recognition flashed in his eyes. “Oh hi there Miss, all’s finished now!” He Chirped “It’s occupied, is there another.. nngh!.. toilet?!” Alison Groaned. “Why yes! On the other side of the building!” The janitor replied, seemingly obvious to Alison’s shaking form, with both hands buried in her crotch. “T..thank you!” Alison called, moving as fast as she could, hoping it wasn’t too late. How she managed to cross the school without losing it all was a miracle, however as she opened the door to the corridor holding the toilets, she was met with an ugly sight, a long line. “Just my luck!” Alison cried, as another spurt escaped her hold. With no other choice, Alison joined the end of the queue, dancing around and blushing when she realised that some of the girls were looking at her and muttering, she tried to keep still but only succeeding in spurting into her soaked panties, leaving a coin sized wet patch on the crotch of her jeans. Alison glanced at the Male toilets, with no line. There was no choice really. She hobbled over to the door, but as she pushed on it, it swung open with such force that Alison was sent crashing into the person exiting, losing control and peeing for a full second before she managed to gain a wavering control. Alison blushed deep crimson, It was Chris! Her high school crush! “Oh hey Alison! I’ve not seen you in years! How are you?” Chris oozed, “Chris, I’d love to chat, but I really need to pee and I... oh no!” Alison Sobbed, as she felt her bladder give in, and flood her jeans. Face like a tomato, Alison sank down to her knees in her rapidly growing puddle of pee, face in her hands, her hair shielding everyone from view, as she sobbed her heart out. ‘Oh why didn’t I just pee before I left?!’ Fin
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