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  1. The girl from Pokémon black and white (Hilda) needs to pee. A pesky purrloin almost makes her wet herself but she manages to get her shorts down and time. (touya is the japanese name of the male trainer hilbert)
  2. The girl from Pokémon black and white (Hilda) needs to pee. A pesky purrloin almost makes her wet herself but she manages to get her shorts down and time. (touya is the japanese name of the male trainer hilbert)
  3. Geist

    pokemon festival

    Hilda got too excited by the festival and forgoed going to the bathroom when she could have, unfortunatly she didn't account for the lines that always happen during festivals
  4. Cheren and Hilbert sees Hilda wetting herself. Thanks to Pumpkinpan for the art

    © Gelbooru.com

  5. A/N: A commission i did a while back! The holding contest on Pasio seems like a crazy idea at first, but the prize is such a good one that plenty of people still decide to participate, wanting to be able to have their chance at it. The winner will receive an EX outfit without having to do the work necessary to earn one, which will vastly improve their sync pair performance. Plenty of serious trainers put aside their hesitation, ready to participate if it means a chance at getting something like that. There are a few divisions of it, so that a few people will have a chance to win, and so that it will not be considered too unfair. The four groups are older male trainers, younger male trainers, and then the same two groups for female trainers. It is a serious competition all around, with everyone doing what they can to ignore the humiliation of showing how desperate they are in front of the spectators. It has to be worth the prize in the end, for each of them to have come this far. One by one, the different divisions compete, with various trainers emerging victorious, while the rest either cave and run to the bathroom, or face the humiliation of wetting themselves. Now, it is down to the final bout, the one between the younger female trainers, and things have been serious right from the start. Several girls have already fallen, unable to win the battle against their own bladders, but now, they are down to the final four contenders, with things getting that much more intense. Hilda, Korrina, Maylene, and Bea are all known as very serious trainers in their own ways. Three of them hold the title of Fighting type gym leader in their respective regions, known for just how hard they train themselves and their Pokemon. It is no surprise that the three of them would have particularly strong bladders as well, with more endurance than the average person. As for Hilda, she is known for being tough and assertive, brimming with confidence and taking every battle she enters seriously, doing everything in her power to claim her victory. It turns out that that attitude extends to holding contests like this, and she is determined to prove the strength of her bladder. She is no more willing to give in than the other three girls, but they are all beyond desperate at this point, bladders throbbing. It started off promising enough, especially as more girls began to fall, with these four not yet experiencing any serious desperation. Even watching some of the early losers falter, watching Lyra soak her overalls, and Lana concede defeat, wetting herself with a sigh, watching Liza panic at the last minute and run off to a bathroom before she wets herself, fate unknown since she never returned, the girls were able to keep their own bladders in check, barely feeling anything until a lot more time had passed for all of the remaining contenders. However, it has steadily gotten more difficult. As more and more girls began to give in, their own bladders began to make their troubles known. Seeing more and more accidents and losses, it becomes harder to ignore, and by now, they are all aching with their respective needs to pee, and doing what they can to conceal that, while also doing what they can to hold back. No one wants to give too much away, but no one wants to be so consumed by pride that they end up losing control because they were trying to hide the need. However, Bea finds that she has the perfect balance of this, able to focus on holding back while maintaining a steady stance, not giving her desperation away just yet, even though she is absolutely bursting. Though the others are trying their best to keep it to themselves, she can tell that they are all struggling, that they are all pretty damn desperate too. It is hard to tell who the next one to lose will be, but she knows for a fact that it is not going to be her, that she is going to keep holding it, all the way until the end. Not only is she not going to be the next person out, but she is not going to lose, period. It is Korrina that loses next, her knees buckling as she yelps. She jams a hand between her legs, hoping that this will be enough to keep her from losing anymore liquid, but it is already too late for her. Her panties are quickly soaked through, the deluge more than she could ever hope to hold back, especially in her current state. It is all too much for her, and she soon loses out, unable to keep it up for this competition. Hanging her head in defeat, she groans, “I was so close! Oh well, maybe if I try harder, I can do better next time!” Hilda smirks at her, certain that she is going to be able to keep holding it longer than either of the other two. However, neither Bea nor Maylene are going to lose to her. They are both serious martial artists, used to training their bodies to be able to surpass any limitations, so this is not something either can lose at, especially not to someone like her. And she is a lot worse off than she lets on, until she can’t help squirming in place, writhing around as she tries to keep herself under control, knowing that she is not going to be able to last much longer. In the end, there is just nothing that she can do about it. Her bursting bladder is too full for her to handle, and so, she just has to give in, even though she has fought so hard to be able to make it to this point. A dark spot spreads across her denim shorts, something that she has no hope of hiding, and so it is obvious that she has lost. Just like that, she is out for the count, but at the very least, she can enjoy the relief that comes with wetting herself. Though she would have preferred not to do so at all, there is not much shame in being the third to last person to lose, and she is not going to let that get to her. Letting out a sigh, she knows that it is time for her to step aside, now that her achy bladder is completely empty. It might be a bit before she stops feeling sore from all of that, but at least she was able to put a pretty good fight. Now, it is down to Bea and Maylene. Most people would think that the competition was nearly over once it was down to the last two girls, but that could not be further from the truth. Even after holding it for this long, it is clear that they have a lot of fight left in them. Both girls are used to holding it for much longer than this, and both girls are very competitive, very determined to be the one to win this. The prize is worth competing for, worth putting in their all, all the way to the end. Of course, both of their bladders are definitely very full at this point, and just because they are able to handle this so far does not mean that they are not both feeling it. Both want this to be over as quickly as possible, willing the other one to lose so that they might be able to make it out of this dry, and without having to suffer too much. But, just as they each want to win, they both find the other feels the exact same way. That is what happens when it is down to two equally stubborn, equally tough girls. As they both fight against their bursting bladders, it really is anyone’s game, with the spectators not sure who they would want to place their bets on, were they actually betting on this sort of thing. Maylene keeps herself calm by trying to keep her mind off of each throb from her bladder. While it is difficult not to think about that need, she does what she can to think about her training regimen, her every routine that takes up her day. This serves as a decent distraction, though it is not flawless, and it is still possible to be brought back to reality, whenever she feels a pang from her bladder, or a noise from the crowd reminds her that she is still very much stuck here, trying to fight her desperation to the very end. But, at the very least, thinking of her training keeps her from showing too much that she is getting to a difficult point in holding it. And while she is dealing with that, Bea is doing what she can to keep her mind calm as well. Rather than simply trying to come up with a distraction, she tries to rid herself of any thoughts at all, becoming as calm as she possibly can, her mind empty. This is not a completely flawless method, and it is still easy for her to be reminded of the fact that she has to go, but she does her best even so, able to shut it out for a little bit at a time. That is certainly better than nothing, but it is obvious enough that this is not going to help for very long. Neither one of them have much time before the contest starts to get truly serious for them. To the untrained eye, it would appear that they are both completely stoic right now, both so calm that they likely do not have to go at all, but they both know their own problems, and both know that the other can’t be doing much better. Still, neither want to get cocky. Bea is fairly certain that Maylene must be struggling as much as she is, but she has never gone up against her in such a competition- has never competed like this with anyone, really. It would be too bold of her to just assume that she knows the other girl’s limits, and to assume that they are so similar to her own. She can hope that they are not that far off from one another, but for as long as Maylene remains in the running, she has to keep trying as if Maylene does not feel the slightest urge, as if it would take hours yet for the other girl to lose. Only by keeping herself in check will she stand any chance of winning. Maylene’s thought process is similar. She does not know the first thing about Bea outside of the fact that she is very strong, and that alone would be enough to make her be cautious. If she is going to stand a chance at this, she can’t let her guard down, can’t let herself think that she stands a better chance. After all, there is no reason to believe that when she is getting more desperate by the moment, and Bea is still not showing any outward signs. There is no way of knowing that she feels any desperation at all, and even if Maylene is doing a good job of pretending that is the case for her, she knows for a fact that things are starting to get bad for her. In comparison to how the contest had been going up until now, this portion might seem a bit boring to the spectators. With girls falling left and right, squirming about and doing everything that they can to hold it in, it was exciting. Now that it is down to the final two, and now that it hardly looks like a holding contest at all, with how serious and stoic the two of them are, it might seem a bit boring. Still, the tension in the air is plain as day, and anyone that seriously cares about this would be watching closely, searching for any signs that one of them is starting to suffer more than the other. There is nothing right now, but things could change at any moment, and that is what makes it so tense, for the spectators as well as the competitors. Neither girl is actually staring the other down, as they try to do whatever they can to forget their own need, but that is what it looks like, since they are both facing each other. Things are completely silent now, with everyone who had still been making noise soon catching the hint, not wanting to distract either of the girls, and not wanting to miss a moment of the action- or lack thereof- or ruin it for anyone else. Yet nothing seems to be happening. They are both still keeping their cool, both still appearing to be fine. This goes on for so long that it really does start to seem like it will be hours before either of them so much as flinches. With everything that has happened so far, it seems like the most anti-climactic finale…at least, until something does happen. All eyes are trained on the girls when the first one makes a move, thighs pressing tighter together, narrowing her stance, willing to do whatever she has to do in order to keep her bladder in check. It is Maylene who does so. She has tried her best to fight that impulse, to ignore the way her mind keeps wandering, trying to keep focused on her distraction as much as she can. However, her bladder hurts so badly that she just can’t help it, her desperation growing to the point that she finally has to show it. Though she wants to keep up her calm appearance, she knows that an appearance does her no good if she still ends up wetting herself, so if this is what she has to do to keep from losing, then so be it. Pressing her thighs together does help, at least a little bit. She knows that it will not be long before things start to get worse for her again, but at least for right now, she has alleviated some of the pressure. Of course, she has also let Bea know that she is starting to feel that pressure, but when she looks up at her opponent, she is surprised to see that Bea is essentially doing the same thing, mirroring her actions. Bea feels as though it is fine to do this, if her opponent is going to show her need. Things are getting bad for her, so she is honestly relieved that Maylene is the first to do so, making her feel as if it is okay for her to bring her legs together, rubbing them against one another to try and make this a little bit easier on herself. She rests one foot on top of the other, biting her lip to try and take her mind back off of it. This is getting more intense by the moment, but Bea knows what she wants, and that is a decisive victory. In all things, she wants that, and regardless of the prize, regardless of the stakes, that is always what she is after. To her, anything less than that is complete humiliation. Of course, that is the exact same way that Maylene feels about it all, so she is every bit as willing to dig her heels in and force herself past this. That is the only reason things are able to drag on this long, with the two of them equally stubborn. Perhaps if anyone else were still in, they would be more willing to just lose out, to free themselves from the pain in the bladders. If it were anyone else up against either of them, then they would know right away that they had no chance, that they could never endure against one of these girls, and find it easier to just give in. But since it is the two of them facing off against each other, that is what leads to this being so drawn out. The two of them are too stubborn, too determined to make it to the end, but neither of them can last forever. And, no matter what, one of them is going to lose out sooner or later, whether she wants to or not. It is just a matter of who, it is just a matter of when, it is just a matter of which one of them actually has the stronger bladder. Even if the difference in their abilities is slight, it is highly unlikely that there is no difference, that they can both hold out indefinitely, or until the other is giving in at the exact same time. Though it is starting to feel like that might happen. Everyone is watching so closely now, certain that it could down to the slightest second of difference, essentially a photo finish, and no one wants to miss it. If it came down to that, then surely they would need a lot of different witnesses to really make sure it was clear who gave in first. A competition that had the potential to get rather boring is soon so much more involved, so much more tense, as the two Fighting trainers with iron wills and seemingly even stronger bladders face off against each other, showing more and more signs with each passing moment. It is as if the first sign shown was what kicked things off, the signal of things getting drastically worse. Bea squirms more and more visibly, knowing that she is showing how much danger she is in, but also knowing that she would be in much greater danger if she did not do this. No matter how she looks in the moment, it will not matter once all is said and done. The strain is visible in her face now, as she becomes much less stoic, but she refuses to think about what she looks like right now. Instead, she pays attention to what Maylene looks like, to examine her opponent and look for the signs of weakness. It is clear enough that she is starting to lose herself to her desperation, that she is giving in every bit as much. The strain is visible on her face, her cheeks flushed as she tries to hide it. Maylene does not have the same reputation for being stoic that Bea does, and it becomes clearer in moments like this, as she gives in so much more quickly, becoming more expressive in the way that she fights against her need to pee. Truth be told, Maylene is not sure how much longer she can hold out. She has done her best from the start, but the strain that she feels right now is getting to be way too much for her. All this time, she has done her best, but her bladder is so full now, and has been so full for so long, that she is really not sure how much longer she can handle this. It hurts to even think about it, let alone how it feels to actually experience it, left squirming so desperately, fighting it all to the very end. Bea is at least starting to show signs that she has to go, which makes it a little bit easier for Maylene to deal with, but her determination is not going to count for much of anything if it turns out that she still can’t manage to last any longer than her temporary rival. After making it this far, she would feel utterly ridiculous to find herself in a situation where she is not the winner, but Bea is likely to be feeling the same way right now, and would not have pushed herself this far if she did not intend to make it to the end. There is no way that she is just going to give in for no reason, right when it is down to the last two. And with all that in mind, Maylene needs to double down, needs to do whatever it takes to push her closer to her victory. No matter how she looks or how embarrassed she might feel, she has to do what she has to do, and that is why she reaches a hand down between her legs to hold herself, gripping at her crotch and whimpering. A murmur goes through the crowd, which is humiliating enough, but she just has to pretend that they are not there. If she were to be done in by something as simple as being humiliated, then there is no way she would have ever had a chance at this. Maylene just holds herself and prays that she can handle this a little bit longer, that she can keep holding out until it is all worth it. Her humiliation will be completely worth it, just as long as she can hold it longer than Bea. The fact that Bea is not holding herself does not necessarily mean that she is any more likely to be able to hold it any longer. She is stoic and she tries to hide her feelings even more, so perhaps, she is just fighting her impulses, perhaps that will be her downfall. Bea wants so badly to hold herself, especially once she is watching Maylene do it. She knows that would make it easier, would make it that much more bearable. Her bladder is killing her, and she feels like she could spring a leak at any moment. Maylene looks absolutely pathetic, but that does not mean anything, and does not actually suggest that she is doing any worse. She might have just given up on trying to look dignified, preferring instead to focus on whatever it takes to secure her victory, no matter how it might make her look. In that way, she definitely has the right idea, and Bea needs to swallow her pride and join in on that. It would feel so much better to be able to do it, and she really feels like she is on the verge of leaking, perhaps even losing control. Gripping herself makes it feel so much better to her, so much easier for her to tolerate, and she does not care what anyone thinks of her, what anyone thinks when they see her also holding herself. The two of them are even now, and they are being pushed closer and closer to their limits, the end of this little competition right there on the horizon. Maylene squirms about as she holds herself, pleased to see that Bea is in the same boat that she is. No matter how she might try and act, this has shown just how desperate she really is, just how close she is to absolutely losing it. They must be even now, at least close to even, and if Maylene can just hold it a little bit longer, she tells herself that there is a good chance Bea might lose control before that point, and then she will be the winner. Just a little bit longer, just a little bit more, and she does what she can to ignore the strain of her bladder. It is killing her now, she really feels like she could wet herself at any moment, but she won’t. While she repeats that to herself, over and over again, Bea is doing exactly the same thing. Neither girl is still now, squirming in place and fighting the urge that has claimed so many other girls in this competition. Things are truly down to the wire now, and both feels like she might lose at any second, but also reminds herself, over and over again, that there is just a little bit longer, that her rival can’t be any better off. When Maylene finally breaks, it comes as a sudden surprise to her. One moment, she is holding on with all that she has, telling herself over and over again that she is nearly at the end, that she is going to be able to make it, and the next, she is losing. It starts so suddenly that she can hardly register it, but once her panic has set in, it is already too late for her, too late to put a stop to it. It feels like just a quick leak, just a little spurt, one that she should be able to get back under control by holding herself tightly. However, it is followed by another and then another, and it is more than just leaks, and she realizes too late that this is not stopping, that one leak has kept going and going until it can no longer be classified as a leak anymore. She did not even feel like she was about to break; sure, she knew that she was nearing that point, that hse was more desperate than she had ever been in her life, but she did not think that she was really about to start wetting herself, not yet, not now. But here she is, far past the point of no return, and there is absolutely nothing that she can do about it. Maylene is completely hopeless now, her humiliation becoming all too clear as she begins thoroughly soaking herself, the contents of her bladder gushing out of her, where everyone can see. There is no hiding that she has lost once it has seeped through to show on her pants, and she does not bother keeping her hand there to even attempt to hide it. It all spreads out too quickly, and there are gasps and murmurs as everyone realizes what this means. The loser has been decided, a winner has been declared, and despite fighting all the way to the end, there was nothing that Maylene could do to ensure that she stayed in even a little bit longer. This was her limit, less than Bea’s, and not enough to get her the victory that she fought so hard for. Of course, she is ashamed and humiliated by this, but at the same time, she is mostly just relieved, just glad that it is over. Her bladder is going to be sore for a long while after this, and she is not sure when she is going to go back to feeling normal. Maybe it is for the best that she is out now, and one she is completely empty, her pants completely soaked through, she is glad to just be done with it. Even if she did not win, she can at least say that she lasted longer than all but one, perhaps even longer than she initially thought that she would. In that way, this was still good, and she can still be proud of herself. Bea, on the other hand, is thrilled, though she is not exactly in any position to show it. She has won, and is able to finally head off to the bathroom. There is a victory for her to celebrate, a prize for her to claim, but before she worries about that, she is going to hurry off so that she can relieve herself. She is aching and bursting, and watching Maylene thoroughly soak herself did not help with that at all, ensuring that she needs to empty as soon as possible, before… Bea grips at herself as tight as she can, trying to fight against the urge just a little while longer. Just a little bit more now, and she can empty her bladder, in the privacy of the bathroom like she wants. All she has to do is hold it long enough to get there, but she finds that she is stuck right where she is, still in the center of the crowd, a few feet away from the defeated Maylene. Her movement is limited to the way that she squirms about, but beyond that, she can’t move forward, can’t take a single step or she knows that she is going to wet herself. Though she was able to last long enough to win the contest, she was pushed to her absolute limit, and if Maylene had been able to last even a little while longer, the results would have been very different. That is certainly embarrassing, but there is nothing she can do to stop it once it has started. As soon as she is declared the winner, Bea’s bladder gives in completely, and she starts wetting herself right then and there, in front of the crowd that has watched every other girl be eliminated from the contest. And Bea does not even care. Yes, it is humiliating, and yes, she would have preferred to be able to last a little bit longer, to not wet herself in front of everyone, but she finds that it does not really matter, not when she knows that it does not change things. She still won, and there is nothing that can take her victory away from her. She still gets the coveted prize, still gets to be remembered as the winner of her division. So she just stands there, letting go and not trying to stop it once it has started. Sighing, her shoulders sag as she lets it all out, giving into her relief, feeling as blissful as can be in the moment. It has been a long and difficult battle, but she was able to prove that it is not more than she can take, that she has the strongest bladder of all the girls in this category. That being said, if she were told that she could compete against the winners of the other groups, to determine the strongest bladder amongst them, she is pretty sure that she would turn that down, at least right now. 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  6. A/N: (This was originally posted to ao3 as the sleepover, but I'm 99% sure I've had a fic with that title here before, so new title time.) Look this is self-indulgent for so many reasons, but basically I just wanted to write all the girls peeing, and needed an excuse to get them in the same place. For all the girls besides Kris, I have multi-chaptered high school AUs planned where each of them enters into a relationship with an older man under sketchy circumstances, and in a half-asleep state, I kept trying to think about who was with Petrel, only to remember no one was. So I was like, fuck it. Put Kris in. I probably won't do the full fic for her or anything, but I wanted her here. Actually, this is an AU of that AU because none of the girls are friends or know each other well in that AU. It doesn't make sense. I just wanted them to all pee and talk about older men, okay? There's about 1k of them just talking about the older dudes they like, so. that's a thing. Probably useless, I don't care, this fic was a gift to myself (For reference, Moon likes Nanu, I just haven't outlined her fic and don't know how they meet yet, that's why she keeps it vague) “That line is way too long,” Hilda groans. “We would be waiting forever.” “It would be faster to just go back home,” Leaf agrees, “instead of just waiting around in that. Do you guys want to just head back?” It is her and her twin brother’s birthday today, and while her father has taken Red and his friends out, her mother took her and her friends out. Each of the twins was allowed to have the party of their choice, but when it came down to them having a sleepover, her parents decided to split the parties, with their grandparents offering their house for Red and the handful of boys he would have with him, while Leaf’s nine guests will come back to her house. After a big dinner, they all wanted to visit the bathroom before going home, but there is a bit of a line, and with ten of them needing to wait in it, it definitely seems like the better idea to wait until they get home. Lyra, Kris, May, Dawn, Hilda, Rosa, Serena, Moon, and Gloria all agree with that, and soon enough, they have loaded up, with some getting in Leaf’s mother’s van, and the others riding with Moon’s mother, who came along just because they knew they would need the extra car space to fit all of the girls. It isn’t a very long trip for any of them, but on the drive, Leaf begins to get ideas, about how she can make her birthday sleepover a little more interesting. When they get back home, she’ll have to see if the other girls are up for it before any of them go to the bathroom. Her mother is likely to go straight to bed, since she spent a lot of the dinner complaining about how exhausting the birthday planning has been for the twins, so as long as they are quiet, they will be able to get up to whatever they want to. Once they are back home, she says, “Hey, guys, let’s go to my room real quick.” “You girls try to keep it down if you stay up late, alright?” her mother says, and the girls agree, before following Leaf to her room, curious about what she is going to say, and why she thought it was so important to ask them all to come to her room right away, when they had all agreed at the restaurant to come straight home to pee. Needless to say, they are all surprised when Leaf suggests that they don’t go right away, and instead make a game out of it. “We’ll all drink the same amount at certain times, and whoever is the last one standing wins, and gets to actually go to the bathroom.” “Wait, but doesn’t that mean everyone who loses has to wet themselves?” asks Kris, with wide eyes. “Sure sounds that way to me,” Rosa says, but there is a mischievous glint in her eyes, as if she already thinks that she would be the one to win, and that she really, really wants to try this out. “Look, I’ve already totally thought this through. My mom is gonna be out once she goes to bed, the laundry room is on the other side of the house, and we can all just wait to change into our pajamas, so she’ll never find out,” Leaf explains. “Yeah, but that still doesn’t change what we would be doing ,” Kris replies. “Are you afraid you’re gonna lose?” May teases, and Kris scowls. “No, of course not! I just thought it seemed kind of…” “Kind of hopeless, since I’m going to kick all your asses,” Hilda finishes with a smirk, and with those fighting words dealt out, there is no more question of whether or not they will do this. “It’s going to be fun!” Lyra insists, seeming incredibly excited. “Alright, so the rules are, nobody is allowed to go to the bathroom, and we all have to drink at the same time,” Leaf explains, mostly repeating what she has already said. “If you fully pee yourself, you’re out, so you don’t have to drink anymore, but you have to stay in your wet clothes until the end. First one out has to do all the laundry, and the winner...hm…” “Did you not think of a prize for the winner?” asks Dawn, shaking her head. “I’ve been making it up as I go along!” Leaf protests. “How about...in addition to bragging rights, the winner gets one free favor out of each of the losers, redeemable any time?” Gloria suggests. “Like, you could copy homework, borrow any of their clothes, get them to do a chore for you, anything like.” “So, nine redeemable coupons, basically?” asks Serena. “Exactly!” she says. “How does that sound, Leaf?” “I think that’s a pretty good prize! So, I’ll go get some drinks from the kitchen, and you all be good in here! Remember, nobody leaves the room!” “Then I’m coming with you,” Lyra says. “I’ll make sure you’re not cheating!” Together, the two of them creep to the kitchen, getting the boxes of sodas that Leaf’s parents had bought for the party tonight. With ten girls, it will not be long before it’s all gone, but if their contest goes on much longer than that, then they can all get glasses of water. Returning to the room, Leaf passes out cans and says, “After we finish them, I’ll set a timer on my phone, and in thirty minutes, we have to drink again.” Already, there is quite a bit of pressure on all of their bladders. With free refills and a long dinner, they have already had a lot to drink, and already really need to pee. It will only be a matter of time before one of them loses, it is just a matter of who will be the first one to soak themselves. With the prize being a rather appealing one, nobody wants to be the one to lose. Once the sodas are done with, Moon asks, “So, what are we going to do to kill the time until the next round?” “We could just do normal sleepover stuff,” Serena replies. “You know, boy gossip or whatever?” “What, no naked pillow fights?” Hilda teases. “This is just so you can talk about that handsome professor, isn’t it?” “Says the girl who actually has a boyfriend!” she retorts, earning some laughter from some of the other girls. Of course, that laughter is immediately cut short, as they all collectively realize that it is not helpful to the situation. “I don’t even have any boys to talk about,” Moon mumbles, “so I’m not going to be able to contribute anything exciting.” “Really? Nobody? Are you sure you’re not holding out on us?” Lyra teases her, and Moon blushes, but says nothing. If she has some secret crush, none of them are going to be able to get it out of her tonight. “Leave her alone,” Dawn says. “Rather than teasing her, why don’t you tell us more about how dreamy Mr. Wataru is.” Upon hearing the name of her long-term substitute, Lyra immediately turns red and stammers, “Th-that’s not fair!” “You wanted to hear about Moon’s love life, and you’ve definitely gone on about him plenty of times before, so what’s the problem?” “What was it you said his first name was? Lance?” asks Rosa. “Stop it!” Lyra protests, but it isn’t long before a chant of Lance-and-Lyra has broken out. “That’s not funny! He’s a really nice guy and a great teacher, so...there!” “Aw, don’t tease her too much,” Leaf finally intervenes, though she had been one of the chanters just seconds before. “She’s all red.” “Then you tell us about that creepy guy from the diner,” Rosa says, quickly turning the tables on her. “What creepy guy?” she asks, feigning innocence. “Come on, you talk about him all the time! The same creepy guy you go talk to every week!” “Giovanni isn’t like that! He just likes talking to me is all,” she mumbles. “He wears a suit just to go out, and the guys who’re with him are definitely shady,” Hilda replies. “Creepy or not, he’s definitely not on the right side of the law.” “Well, neither is your boyfriend, considering he’s going out with you.” For a moment, no one has anything to say to that. Though they all seem to share the same taste for guys that are too old to them- even if Moon won’t admit to it- Hilda is the only one to have actually gotten anywhere with it. After hitting it off with an older man at a business party her parents held at her house, she has been seeing him in secret, a scandal that her friends are endlessly interested in. “Honestly, I’m surprised you came to my kiddy party, when you could have just told your mom you were coming and then snuck off to have a romantic night with Grimsley.” “You say that like I’m not planning on using Rosa as an excuse to do that tomorrow.” “Aw, what? You mean we aren’t actually hanging out?” Rosa asks, pretending to be shocked before dissolving into giggles. Suddenly, she stops laughing, pressing her thighs together and biting her lip. “Are you about to be our first loser?” asks May, staring at her intently. “No, I’m not! I stopped it before I could leak. But, seriously, let’s lay off the jokes?” she suggests, with a nervous smile. Before anyone can try and make her laugh again, she changes the subject by saying, “What about you, May? Anyone special in your life?” “Oh, I don’t know about that,” she mumbles. “I mean, my dad would kill me if I started dating, or maybe just whoever I was dating. And we’ve finally started getting close again, and that’s just been great…” “Aw, come on, nobody wants to hear you talk about your dad , we want juicy details!” Rosa interrupts, not noticing the way that May is blushing. “Alright, let me find someone else to pick on...Gloria! Bet you’re glad Marnie isn’t close with Leaf, right? Or else she would be here and one of us would end up letting it slip that you’re madly in love with her big brother!” “Nooo!” Gloria wails, covering her face with her hands. “You guys promised to never tell her about that!” “She probably wouldn’t think it was a big deal,” says Kris, but Gloria shakes her head. “She’d think it was pathetic! I mean, he’s in a band and so cool and everything, and I’m just some lame kid .” “I seriously doubt she thinks her brother is the pinnacle of cool. She would probably just think you have bad taste.” “Interesting to hear you talk about having bad taste,” Lyra speaks up, having finally recovered from the shame of being called on her daily Lance-and-Lyra fantasies. “I mean, I’ve been to the supermarket with you.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Kris asks, already defensive. “Ooh, did you actually get to see Petrel for yourself?” asks Serena. “Is he as sleazy looking as he sounds?” “Even sleazier!” she cries, while Kris tries her best to protest this. “I don’t know, Serena, your guy kinda sounds like a sleaze too.” Serena will hear nothing of the sort, quickly launching into the same story that they have all heard a million times by now. She is the oldest in the group, and taking some college level courses on a nearby campus, and that is where she met Professor Sycamore, who is the most handsome and charming man she has ever met, and who insists on talking to her like an equal and letting her call him by her first name, since they met in the library and he is not one of her actual teachers. “Someone else tell a different story!” Moon pipes up. “This one is getting old!” “Well, I got to practice early yesterday, and Brycen let me help him run his lines again,” Rosa tries. She is in community theatre, and has had a crush on a frequent leading man for a while now. Her friends have seen the plays they’re both in, and have all unanimously agreed that Brycen isn’t that cute, but Rosa adamantly disagrees. “That’s not new either. Dawn, you haven’t said anything. Are you still trying to get with that guy at the bookstore?” asks Leaf. She feels a sort of kinship with Dawn, as both of them have begun spending their afternoons at specific shops in town when they have nowhere else to go after school, and both have taken an interest in an older man in the process. But, while Giovanni started talking to Leaf first, Dawn has been trying to get Cyrus to open up to her for a while. She says there’s just something about him that makes her want to get to know him better, and she has been fairly persistent ever since. That being said, Leaf honestly just wants something to distract her from the throbbing of her bladder. Dawn sighs and says, “He talks to me a little more than he used to, but you can tell he just thinks I’m some kid.” “Maybe because you are?” teases Hilda, which gets everyone on her case about Grimsley again. As the girls lose themselves in idle conversation about boys, the time slowly ticks on, with each of them wondering who will be the first to lose, and hoping that the others soon give into their bladders, because none of them are certain that they will make it for very long. Of the ten of them, though, Gloria perhaps has it the worst. She finds herself losing focus in the conversation more and more, keeping her thighs pressed tight together, and even when someone brings up Piers again, she is barely able to keep up with the conversation, much less defend her crush from the relentless teasing. All she can think about is how she has never had to pee this badly in her life, and she does not make it any easier on herself by thinking about dinner, trying to count just how many refills she had, wondering if she may have had more to drink than the other girls. She is filled with dread when the timer on Leaf’s phone goes off, signaling that it has only been thirty minutes, and that it is time for each girl to drink another can of soda. They will be nearly out after this round, because her mother only bought two twelve packs for the party, so they will switch to glasses of water until they are down to their final four, or less. Gloria can’t imagine drinking another can of soda, but Leaf is soon handing her hers, and the girls all open them at the same time, ready to start chugging. She takes a hesitant sip, her knees knocking together as she feels her bladder twinge in protest, even though she knows it will be a while before this liquid actually manages to join the rest that she is holding. It still feels like a suicide mission to drink the rest, but the others are already taking long swigs, and if they notice that she isn’t drinking, then they are going to call her out on it, and start teasing her about it. Tipping her head back, she starts drinking as fast as she can, hoping that if she just gets it over with, that it will somehow be more bearable. Instead, she finds her free hand snapping between her legs almost immediately, moving on reflex to grab herself, reaching under the skirt of her pink dress, holding herself over top of her pale green panties. Her friends all notice this immediately, turning their attention to her. Gloria has to put her drink down, whimpering, as she feels a hot spurt of pee escape, soaking into her panties. All eyes are on her, as they wait for their first loser to be declared, and she tries to fight it off, but another leak soon escapes, and then another, and she knows that she is only delaying the inevitable, and that there is no way that she is going to win this, or even come in ninth place. Finally, the torrent begins, and once it has started there is nothing she can do to stop it. She tries pressing her hand harder against herself, but that just means that her hand gets wet as she soaks through her panties, until she drops it in defeat, the gush of pee, streaming down her legs and puddling on the floor, the sound of it unbearably loud in the otherwise silent room. Her cheeks burn as she hangs her head in shame, glad that she had at least not put any effort into trying to think of what favors she would ask of each girl if she won. It’s better that she did not get her hopes up, because she never stood a chance from the start, but it sure is humiliating to wet herself in front of her friends, even if they are going to be doing the same soon enough. It doesn’t change the fact that she was still the first to do it, that she is now the only one not dry. “Better luck next time,” Leaf says, finally breaking the silence. “Now we’re down to nine of us, so which one of you will be the next one to pee your panties?” “How do you know it’s not going to be you?” Kris replies, and Leaf scoffs. “What, you think you have immunity cos you’re the birthday girl?” asks Hilda, and Gloria is glad that at least the attention does not linger on her for too long. Ultimately, this competition is for everyone, so even though she was the first to lose, nobody is going to make fun of her for it, and they are already more focused on who will be the next to join her. “Ooh, I just don’t know about this,” Serena says, crossing her legs and bouncing up and down. “I really, really need to pee, like I seriously don’t think I can hold it much longer.” “Then just do it!” Lyra cries. “Go ahead and tag out and make it easier for the rest of us.” “Yeah, just go ahead and pee!” Dawn agrees, and Serena scowls. “No way! I’m not going to just pee myself on purpose !” she protests. Those who did not get to finish their drinks because they got distracted by Gloria’s accident finish up now, and Gloria finishes what little is left of hers as well, knowing that it will likely not be long before she is rushing to the bathroom, knowing that that can of soda still has yet to make its way through her system. At the very least, she will not be forced to hold it then, which is the one benefit of being the first one out. Things are getting a bit more intense now, and the girls aren’t sure what to talk about, more focused on seeing who will be the next one out. Serena has pretty much openly said that she is not going to win, but May has been very silent for a while, looking incredibly focused and more than a little stressed. It’s possible that she is a contender for the next loser as well. Though Leaf seems very confident in herself, it could all just be for show, and Rosa’s legs are looking a little shaky right now. It’s still anyone’s game, but there are a few that make it pretty clear that they will not be in the running for much longer, and everyone is curious to see who will be the next one out. Serena already knows that she is nearly at her limit. Though she intends to hold it for as long as possible, she has a feeling that that is not going to be that much longer either way. She tugs at the hem of her skirt nervously, keeping her legs crossed tight, her bladder aching for relief. The best she can hope for is someone else losing before she does, but other than that, she knows that she is going to lose no matter what happens at this point. But it seems that even that is out of her reach right now. She whines and squirms, aware of everyone’s eyes on her as she clenches her fists, bunching up the fabric of her skirt, and rubbing her thighs together, trying to do anything that she can to delay this, at least a little bit longer. A spurt leaks past, and she bites her lip hard, blinking back tears from the strain of holding back. Finally, feeling no other option in the matter, she jams her hands between her legs, her skirt bunched up and pressed against her, and she does not think about the fact that she should probably try to keep it out of the way to minimize the mess, like Gloria did with her dress. The only thing Serena can think about right now is how badly she has to pee, worse than she can ever remember having to pee in her entire life. When she feels another leak, she whines, “Ooh, I really don’t think I can hold it!” Her audience continues to watch her carefully, waiting for any sign that she has finally lost the battle, and her whimpers and whines grow louder and more frantic as she shakes, squirming around desperately, fighting with every ounce of her strength, right up until the moment that she can’t fight anymore. She does not pull her hands back as she starts to wet herself, still thinking that she can stop it before it becomes too much, but there is not stopping this leak, until it has turned into a full stream, and only then does she realize that she is soaking her skirt as well. Serena lets it fall as piss finally begins to stream down her legs, showing with absolute certainty that she has lost, but already, the front of her skirt has a sizable wet spot on it. Panicking, she pulls her skirt up as she begins peeing full force, to minimize further damage, even though she is going to have to wash it either way now. “Ooh, someone acts like she’s going somewhere after this!” Hilda cries, as the girls get a good eyeful of her lacy black panties. Serena blushes and looks away, declining comment, until her sore bladder has finally finished emptying itself. Then, she drops her skirt with a defeated sigh. “I guess I came in ninth place,” she says. “Are you not going to tell us anything about those panties?” asks Hilda. “Yeah, I’m pretty curious too. Are you getting along better with the professor than you’ve been telling us?” Dawn teases. Her blush deepening, Serena groans, “No, not yet , but hopefully! It’s good to be prepared, you know, in case these things do happen. So that’s kind of the only sort of panties I have now!” “Wow, she’s going in for the kill ,” Leaf says, and Serena simply huffs again. “Well, maybe you guys should start thinking about that sort of thing, if you ever want to make any progress.” “I don’t know, Grimsley seems to like everything I wear just fine,” Hilda replies. “Yeah, but your ass looks good in anything!” Rosa says. “Things might be different for you.” “I...thank you?” she says, looking bewildered by Rosa’s comment, before both girls start laughing. Of course, they both try and put a stop to their laughter right away, not wanting to knock themselves out of the competition too soon, but May, who has been so concentrated and quiet for so long, suddenly bursts out laughing, struggling to put a stop to it. And then she gasps, snapping her legs together and looking stricken, but a few giggles still sneak past as she tries to recover from her laughter, even as she pisses herself in front of her friends. “ Noooo ,” she softly whines, before looking up to glare at Rosa. “Hey, not my fault!” Rosa says, holding her hands up. “I’m innocent, it’s not my fault I’m so naturally funny!” “Watch it, or I’ll tickle you and see how you like it,” May warns, though it is clear that she is just teasing. She finishes peeing and stares down at the damage done to her shorts with a sigh. “That’s not allowed!” she cries, before turning to Leaf. “It’s not allowed, right?” “Definitely not. No outside interference!” Leaf declares. She then checks the time on her phone and groans. “Ugh, it’s almost time for the next round of drinks.” “You’re sounding pretty worried there,” Kris says. “Struggling to hold it in? Think you might start leaking any minute now?” “No way!” she snaps, but there is clear strain in her voice, and she bites her lip hard as soon as she says it. Only now does Kris notice just how tight her thighs are together, her legs trembling quite a bit under her short skirt. Leaf is definitely struggling to hold it together, but she does not want to show that, wanting to win this because it was her idea to begin with, in addition to being her birthday. But as the timer bell draws nearer and nearer, she shows obvious signs that she is going to lose it any minute now. The first time she grabs her crotch, pushing her skirt up and showing the pale blue and white panties she wears, a few of the other girls point it out immediately, teasing her for the obvious show of desperation, and she scowls. “I’m just regaining my composure, settle down!” she says. “This is nothing! You guys are just afraid to look weak, and that’s gonna cost you later.” But internally, she is getting very worried. When she holds herself, her hand covers the small wet spot on her panties, but if one of the girls were to get a good look at that, then they would know for sure just how close she is to losing it, and never let her hear the end of it, right up until she was soaking her bedroom floor. Leaf is definitely not going to let that happen easily! Though the idea of drinking an entire glass of water on her already bursting bladder seems like absolute hell right now, and the easiest way to get out of that is to soak her panties and give up, she is definitely not the quitting sort. She and her twin are both known for how stubborn they can be, making their parents’ lives incredibly difficult whenever the two of them happen to disagree on anything. She groans softly, watching the last few minutes pass by, dragging on like hours. Occasionally, she will let her hand drop, but it never long before she is holding herself again, shifting uncomfortably in place, so full that she feels as though she is about to spill over. Surely adding anything more to the mix is asking for disaster! She wonders how the other girls are keeping their cool right now, and tries to search for any signs of weakness in her remaining competition. Rosa is starting to look pretty fidgety, and Kris may talk a big game, but Leaf swears that she has seen her knees knocking together a few times. Lyra, surprisingly, seems to be doing just fine, barely showing any signs, and, as expected, Hilda is as cool as a cucumber. Moon is quiet, which had been a telling sign with May, but physically, it is hard to tell just how she’s feeling, while Dawn has begun rocking back and forth, slowly but noticeably. Leaf would put her money on Rosa being the next one out, just by how nervous she seems, but that’s only if she herself is able to stay in the running, and she’s starting to doubt that, as much as she hates to admit it. Putting her hand between her legs again, she grinds against her hand, trying to alleviate the pressure somehow, but nothing seems to work. Instead, she is a bit surprised by another feeling welling up inside of her, and she wonders why she is only just now realizing how intimate it is to touch herself like this, even if it’s over her clothes and even if it’s to make holding her piss easier. She is surprised by just how excited the idea gets her, even- no especially - knowing that all of her friends are watching her. The timer goes off, and she recruits the help of Gloria, Serena, and May to get the glasses of water with her. The four of them sneak off to the kitchen, and she finds that it is very difficult to walk slowly and sneakily while not leaking, and by the time she is halfway to the kitchen, she has leaked several more times, and has to keep a hand between her legs the whole way there. All the while, she can feel a distinct throb from her pussy, as turned on as she is agonized. And then, without warning, it happens, just as soon as she sets foot in the kitchen. She whimpers, having to swallow back her cry of distress because she doesn’t want to be too loud outside of her room, the hand between her legs quickly growing soaked as the floodgates break open, and she soaks through her pants, a puddle forming at her feet, soaking into her socks. Leaf whimpers again, clapping her free hand over mouth to muffle her gaspy moan, her body suddenly wracked with what almost feels like jolts of electricity, the throb between her legs coming to a head, reaching orgasm from wetting herself in front of a few of her friends. At the time that she came up with the idea for this contest, it had never occurred to her that she might have any peculiar sort of interest in it, but now, she wonders if there was something subconscious there. More than that, she wonders what the hell is wrong with her to be so turned on by this, and she isn’t sure if that’s something she should ever bring up to her friends. For now, she decides to keep it to herself. “Oh no,” Gloria whispers, “what are we going to do now?” “Get the water back to the room, I guess,” she mumbles. “You guys just need to take back six glasses, and I’ll clean this up.” “I’ll come back and help,” Serena says, “so don’t worry!” As the girls hurry off, Leaf sets to cleaning up her puddle as quickly as she possibly can while making as little noise as possible, still buzzing from the high. Serena returns to help her, and meanwhile, the other girls wince as they start to drink their water, waiting for Leaf to return so they can see the mess for themselves. “I personally think it’s unfair that not everyone is wearing a skirt,” Dawn says. “Wait, why?” asks Moon. “Because, with Serena and Gloria, we got to see their wet panties, and when Leaf comes back, we can make her pull her skirt up. But May’s got shorts on!” “Most of us have shorts on,” Rosa, who wears leggings under her shorts, comments. “Why do you want to see everyone’s panties so much, anyway?” adds May. “I just thought that would made it equally embarrassing,” Dawn replies, though it does not sound like much of an answer at all. “Well, we’ll have to strip down when I do the laundry,” Gloria says, remember her punishment for being the first one out. “So we can all just show off our panties then.” “Except for the winner!” Lyra cries. “Hm, maybe I shouldn’t have worn overalls, they’ll be so hard to get off when I have to rush to the bathroom at the end.” “You say that like you think you’re going to win,” Kris says. “Wait, have you had that problem with overalls before?” Gloria asks, curious. At that moment, Serena and Leaf return, and Leaf says, “What about overalls?” “Lyra was just telling us about all the times she’s wet her overalls cos she couldn’t get them off in time,” Hilda says, and Lyra scowls. “That’s not true! It only happened once! All the other times were just...close calls…” She trails off, realizing her mistake in admitting to it at all. It at least takes the heat off of Leaf, who does not face any taunting upon entering the room, because everyone has decided to tease Lyra about her admission instead, asking her how she thinks she is going to outlast all of them if she ends up coming close to wetting herself just because taking off overalls is difficult, and has even had that happen before. Of course, the most pressing question is why she continues to wear them anyway, but she is at least able to defend herself there, saying that they’re just too cute to not wear. However, once the teasing has worn off, things quickly become tense. With six girls left, and their bladders now absolutely screaming for relief, it becomes difficult to focus on anything other than holding it, with no one wanting to give in. It is still a long way to becoming the winner, but giving in after coming this far still seems ridiculous, and so, the remaining girls continue fighting with all they have. Soon enough, it is no longer possible for anyone to mock one of the others for doing things to show it more visibly, because they all have to do what they can to make holding it easier on them. Rosa shuffles from foot to foot, not holding still for even a second, squeaking from time to time as she fights it, often faking her friends out because they think each noise is a sign that she has finally lost, only to find that she is unfortunately still dry. Hilda is stiff, opting to sit on the edge of Leaf’s bed so that she can cross her legs tight. “You’d better get up before you pee!” Leaf cries. “Or else you’ll be the one washing my bedding, not forcing it onto poor Gloria.” “I’m going to get up, cos I’m gonna be the one who actually gets to use the bathroom,” Hilda replies, still the picture of confidence even as she begins to give into her desperation. Dawn rubs her thighs together, standing in place with her jerky movements, while Kris bobs up and down, no longer so shy about holding herself. Moon does the same, pressing her hand tight to her crotch, and Lyra keeps her legs crossed, bobbing back and forth and still pouting a little over getting teased so much by her friends. Now, there is nothing that they can do to pass the time, because none of them can focus on any sort of conversation. It seems like days ago that they were all finishing up their first soda and getting lost in conversation about their crushes, and now, even the girls who are already out and have nothing left to worry about can feel the tension, so strong that they dare not say a word to throw off the focus in the room. Each girl is dealing with her own struggle, fighting against the clock, waiting for the next timer to go off, while none of them are certain that they will be able to handle even another sip. All they can do is pray that the others lose quickly, so that they don’t have to, but time drags on, and each girl continues to make a good showing, no one succumbing to their need just yet. It comes close a few times though, with more than one of them springing quick leaks that they immediately put a stop to, before it can turn into anything else. And then, without warning, it happens. While Kris is holding herself so tight that she thinks nothing can slip past, something does, and it does not stop. She hisses and whimpers, trying with all her might to stop, a thin stream running down one of her legs, but she can’t hold back anymore. When she drops her hands, her friends turn to look, watching as a large spot spreads across her yellow shorts, darkening them as she is revealed to be the newest loser. “I can’t believe this…” she mumbles, shaking her head sadly. “I really thought I had this in the bag…” She lets out a defeated sigh as she finally stops peeing, her bladder still sore from being stretched so far beyond capacity. “Only half of us left now,” Moon comments, and Rosa gulps, picking up the speed of her squirming. “So close, but still so far!” she says. There are four puddles in the room, and Kris, wanting to take her mind off of her loss, says, “Shouldn’t we start cleaning up in here as we go? Even if we can’t take our wet clothes off until it’s over.” “Right, that sounds like a good idea,” Gloria agrees. “Oh, but first...can I have a quick bathroom break?” The others turn to look at her and she blushes. “What? I peed before I finished drinking that soda, and now it’s kind of hitting me.” “We’ll all be rushing to the bathroom eventually,” May says. “Honestly, kind of have to pee again myself,” Serena speaks up. The five remaining girls give envious glares as she and Gloria head off to the bathroom, and Leaf goes to get towels so that Kris and May can start cleaning their own messes. When Gloria and Serena return, they join in cleaning as well, and time continues to drag on. Rosa is much, much worse for wear, frantically moving around, her nerves written all over her face. It won’t be much longer for her, whether she has come to terms with that or not. Anyone could tell from the way she squirms and wriggles, from the distressed expression on her face, from the way she keeps whimpering. Though she is no less determined than when this began, her body does not necessarily agree with her desire to keep holding it. “Come ooon ,” she groans to herself, “you can do it! Just stay in the game! Just a little while longer!” “You’re pretty much done for,” Hilda says, shaking her head. “Yeah, you might as well give up now,” Dawn agrees. “That’s not helping!” she cries, though of course she realizes that neither of them want to help her right now. There is nothing left that she can do, other than hold herself as tight as she can and whine, praying that she can hold back for just a little bit longer, that the other girls will start to falter soon, but before that can happen, it is already all over for her. “No, no, no!” Rosa groans, the other girls watching her, not yet realizing that it is already happening. With all of her layers, it takes a bit for it to finally come through, but then, it manages to soak past her panties and her leggings, forming a dark patch on her shorts that becomes visible to all of them when she drops her hands in defeat, hanging her head and whimpering. She can feel it trailing down her legs, soaking through her dark leggings, though it does not leave a visible stain, and then it is puddling on the floor beneath her. She stands in place for a while, a small smile coming over her face as she sighs in relief, surprising the other girls. Despite being upset about losing, she does not seem to be taking it that hard anymore, and after a moment, she says, “I was pretty close, but I just couldn’t hold it anymore. But it feels so good to be empty now!” “Ugh, don’t talk about that,” Moon groans, and Rosa gives her a teasing grin. “What? Does that make it harder for you? If you’re that jealous, then just give up already!” she says, and Moon scowls. “Since we’re down to the last four, that means that we just get to drink the last couple sodas next, right?” asks Lyra, and Leaf nods. “Which is good, cos I don’t want to risk making too many more trips to the kitchen after what happened last time,” Leaf says. “Yeah but it would just be girls out of the running going, so no one else would pee on the kitchen floor like you did,” says Kris, earning her a glare from Leaf. “Still, we’re trying to be quiet. Too much back and forth might wake my mom up, remember?” “How much longer until the next timer?” asks Dawn, interrupting their conversation. “Not too much longer. Are you girls excited to drink some more?” she asks, and all four of them groan. It’s hard to imagine taking any more liquid in in their current condition, and it is already pretty obvious that this will be the last round that they can manage. Leaf does not bring up the fact that they would have to go back for water after this round because she does not consider the possibility of anyone being able to last that long, and the remaining four girls feel the same way. Time still seems to move as slowly as ever before the timer goes off and they are each handed a can of soda. Lyra stares at it for a moment before opening it, really wishing that she did not have to drink this. She has never been more full in her life, and while she is opening her drink, Rosa starts cleaning her mess, Kris slips off to go to the bathroom, and Leaf says that she will be next, after watching them finish their drinks. If she were to forfeit right now, she could join them in going to the bathroom, and could finally empty her aching bladder, which sounds like pure bliss to her. But after hanging on for this long, it would be so hollow to lose by giving up, and even if she ends up pissing herself, she is determined not to give up until her body forces her to. And it’s not like it would be the first time she experienced wet overalls, after all. Actually...she blushes, taking another gulp of her soda to try and forget that. Moon feels a spurt escape as she takes a sip, and then another after the next sip. This is definitely not looking good for her, and she can already feel how wet her panties have become. It will only take a few more leaks before it starts to show on her red shorts, and then her friends will consider her out of the running, whether she can stop it or not. They are so close to the end now, but she has no idea how to make it any easier on herself, or what to do if she leaks again. All she can do is drain her soda can, hoping that those two little leaks took the pressure off enough for her to be able to hold it until the end, though she knows that that is not likely right now. She squirms around, throwing her can away in Leaf’s overfull trash can, looking at the other three girls, who have all already finished their sodas. None of them look like they are holding up to well, not even the confident Hilda, who is no longer sitting, but rather pacing around, her hands jammed in her pockets, a deep scowl on her face. Moon knows that she just has to hang on for a little while longer to be able to be the one that emerges victorious, but that is completely outside of the realm of possibility, no matter how hard she may try, or how hard she may fight. Another leak takes her by surprise, and she grabs her crotch, nearly doubling over and gasping, fighting back against it with all her might. She knows that if she were to move her hands, there would be a small dark patch visible on her shorts, and she does not want the other girls to see that. Not only that, but she also knows that moving her hands would mean losing control, and she will not be able to let go of herself for even a second. Even if the other girls all wet themselves right here and now, making Moon the winner, she still would not be able to make it, because just moving her hands to unbutton her shorts would see her soaking them through. Honestly, she does not think she can take a single step from this spot. Whether she wins or loses, she is going to end up wet, but she already knows that she has lost, even before it officially happens. But it does not take long for it to happen. She is soaking through her shorts in no time at all, groaning from the mixture of relief and disappointment as her bursting bladder is finally set free. It has been a long time coming, and though she wishes that she had been able to hold out just a little while longer, frustrated to have come so far just to fall short in the end, she is still overall happy to just be done now, and to not have to deal with that overwhelming fullness. There is so much of it that she is in awe of her ability to even hold that much, listening to the loud hiss as it continues to splash onto the floor, until finally, it slows and stops, leaving her dripping wet. She turns around to look over her shoulder, wanting to assess all of the damage, seeing that the seat of her pants is almost completely soaked as well. “Just so you know,” Hilda says, breaking the silence, “my favor from you is gonna be making you spill the beans about your secret crush.” Her voice is so strained now that her tone is not nearly as carefree as she wants it to be, and it is obvious that she is finally nearing her limit. “That’s a good idea,” Dawn replies, not sounding much better than she does. “That’s exactly what I’m going to use my Moon favor for, since I’ll be the one winning.” It is down to the final three. Moon does not make much more of a fuss, not even dignifying their threats to make her spill the beans with a response, but instead just starts cleaning up the puddle that she left on the floor, still amazed at how big it is. The tension in the room is palpable, with it being down to the final three. Any one of these girls could be the champion, and none of them want to go down after making it so far. It has gotten to the point that holding it for even a moment longer seems completely impossible, but yet they keep fighting, somehow managing, for longer and longer, the other seven girls watching intently, looking for any sign of who will be the next one to be forced to admit defeat. Will it be Hilda, who has done her best to retain her confidence until the end? She is still putting up a strong fight, but she has shown plenty of signs of weakness, and is unable to hold still for even a second, shuffling around, pacing, squirming, and dancing, doing whatever it takes to keep her bladder in check. As confident as she may try to act, it is clear that she is not far from her limit at all. Will it be Lyra, who has admitted to having wet herself while wearing her signature overalls? Most girls would have placed her as one of the ones to lose early on, so her lasting this long seems like a bit of an upset. Though she has managed to keep up a rather carefree front so far, a look of intense determination has come over her face, as she keeps a hand between her legs, rocking against it and whimpering. Will it be Dawn, who has been holding herself for a while now, and only stopped when it was time for a drink? She definitely seems close to failing, but she is another who seemed like she would not last very long, and just placing in the top three is pretty impressive for her. Though she has managed to talk a big game so far, it does not seem likely that she will remain in the running for very long. In her mind, she battles against her body’s pleading, knowing that she will feel much better if she just lets go, but also knowing that she would sooner die than willingly admit defeat when she is mere moments away from her victory. There is absolutely no way that Lyra or Hida will be in it for that much longer, so all she has to do is outlast both of them, and victory will be hers. That is what she keeps telling herself, but willpower alone is not enough to prevent the inevitable, and though she has managed to fight much longer than she ordinarily would have been willing to, and though she has pushed her limits far past what she ever thought was possible, her ability to withstand the flood inside of her falters more and more, until her knees are knocking together, her legs shaking beneath her, and a desperate cry escaping her lips as her bladder finally gives in, not seeming to care that she is so close to winning. She drops her hands, managing to keep her skirt out of the way so that it does not get wet, her legs still getting soaked before she straightens her stance, spreading them so that she can piss straight down on the ground. It goes on for so long that she almost feels as though she will never stop peeing, but eventually, it finally stops, her aching, abused bladder finally empty. She has a feeling that it will be a long time before the soreness begins to fade. “So close,” she sighs, trying her best not to take it hard. She had really hoped to be able to last a little bit longer, but she can at least be proud of herself for taking third place, and fighting so hard to get here. Now, it is down to Hilda and Lyra, the room completely silent other than the grunts and whimpers from the two remaining contestants as they battle it to the end. Even Dawn does not dare disturb them by starting to clean her puddle, deciding to leave it until this match is settled. The self-proclaimed favorite to win and the allegedly accident prone underdog- though she had assured them it was only once, and that the other times were just close calls- are at a stalemate that will have to come to an end, one way or another. Hilda has been certain from the get go that she would be the one to take first place, because she is the only girl here with real experience in the matter. She doesn’t tell the girls much about her private life, only giving them the details she feels like they’re ready for, but her boyfriend is kinky as all hell, and steadily, she has discovered that she is too. Grimsley loves making her hold her piss for him, timing her and testing her, and sometimes joining in and making it a contest for just the two of them. Though she has never beaten him, she has come close, and she doesn’t think any of her friends, let alone Lyra, can best her at that. But now, she isn’t so sure. She knows her own limits very well, and she knows how bad it gets right before she loses control, and she is about at that point. Though her bladder has gotten stronger from all of the practice, she is still not invincible, and right now, she feels as though she could lose control at any moment. It is only a matter of time, and she watches Lyra closely, hoping to see the cracks in the girl’s armor, to prove that she still has this in the bag. Lyra certainly does not look like she is able to hold it for much longer. She holds herself and hops from foot to foot, a troubled expression on her face, her cheeks flushed from the strain of holding back. If it were any other situation, Hilda would not be able to deny how cute she looks like this, but since she is the competition, the only thing she cares about is seeing Lyra soak her overalls, and whether she does it cutely or not does not matter much at all. Meanwhile, Lyra can feel tears welling up in her eyes from the strain, and yet, at the same time, feels a heat in her stomach that she knows is very separate from the fullness of her bladder, a fluttering that she has come to associate with the dreams about her long term substitute that have plagued her since she first realized she had a thing for him. She knows what that feeling means, and yet, she can’t figure out what it has to do with holding, unless it is merely the fact that she is, in a way, touching herself. Perhaps if Hilda had been a bit more open about her sex life, she- as well as Leaf- would understand what this means, and perhaps some of the other girls may have come to terms with a new kink as well. Instead, Lyra is left confused and oddly horny, trying to put that out of her mind so that she can only focus on winning. Little does she know, Hilda, despite her frustration and determination, is incredibly turned on by all of this, unable to resist, with how conditioned she is by Grimsley to be able to get off on having a full bladder. She craves two different kinds of release right now, and tries not to let that interfere with her focus. Lyra can’t last forever, and even if she can’t last forever either, that does not matter, just as long as she is able to last even a few seconds longer. At this point, reaching the bathroom doesn’t even matter, and she doesn’t mind the feeling of soaked denim shorts one bit. She’s ready to do whatever it takes to secure her victory, and whatever comes after does not even register to her. Hilda fumbles with the button on her shorts, undoing it so that she can shove a hand under them, holding herself over her panties, trying to hold back the sudden shudder of excitement. It is incredibly tempting to give into her lust right now, but she can worry about that later, while she is getting herself cleaned up, taking some time to herself in the bathroom to work out her other frustrations and give herself the other kind of release that she needs. Nothing matters right now except victory. But victory is out of reach for her. Hilda does not want to believe it, and wants to fight it with all of her might, but it happens so suddenly that there is nothing she can do to stop it, and she is stunned, frozen stiff as she starts peeing, and isn’t able to stop. Even with her hand in her shorts, there is nothing to stop them from getting soaked through once she has soaked her plain white panties, and the other nine girls all gawk at her, hardly able to believe what they’re seeing. “What the...that’s no fair!” Hilda cries, looking down at herself in shock. She knows that there is nothing unfair about it, but even so, she protests her loss. How could she have come this far, only to lose? She was supposed to win for sure, and yet, she came in second place, which gets her no prize, and definitely no bragging rights. And yet...it feels so good to be empty, and it’s incredibly exciting, more so than she ever would have thought, to have an audience other than Grimsley witnessing her sopping wet humiliation. So, maybe she isn’t that upset about it after all. “Whee! I won!” Lyra cries, once she manages to get over her surprise at Hilda’s loss. And now, all she has to do is take the short walk to Leaf’s bathroom, and even with how bursting she is, she thinks that she can make it, if she keeps trying as hard as she has been trying so far. That’s all she has to do, but instead, Lyra stays right where she is, her friends not moving a muscle, not saying a word, watching and wondering what she is doing, as she continues to hold herself, rubbing against her hand and fighting it for as long as she can. “What are you doing?” Gloria finally asks, breaking the silence. “I already won,” Lyra replies, “so I just wanted to see how long I could- eek! Ah, there it goes…” And with that, her bladder finally gives in, her overalls soaked through in seconds, her stocking growing wet as it runs down her legs, a puddle forming beneath her, extending until it mingles with Hilda’s. She sighs in relief, not letting on that she still feels rather agitated, the itch of arousal having not faded at all. Much like Hilda, she is going to have some things to work out tonight, but the two of them aren’t the only ones. Those who were not left excited by their own desperation certainly didn’t mind watching their friends squirm, and Leaf wasn’t even left satisfied by her earlier climax. There are plenty of questions left in most of their minds, but the most pressing matter right now is finishing cleaning up the messes and cleaning themselves up, so that they can change into their pajamas, and Gloria can sneak off to do the laundry. And Dawn gets her wish of seeing the other girls’ panties as they strip. She gets to see May’s red and white striped pair, Kris’ teal panties with the purple polka dots, Rosa’s bright yellow ones, Moon’s floraly pair, Hilda’s plain pair, and Lyra’s light blue panties patterned with little red strawberries, while showing off her own pale pink pair, with a small bow on the front. Once all of their clothes are in the washer, and the girls have all cleaned up and are in their pajamas, it is difficult not to fall asleep after such an exhausting competition, as well as the aftermath, but they will all stay awake until Gloria switches the clothes and towels to the drier, with an alarm set so that they can get them out before Leaf’s mom wakes up in the morning. It has certainly been one of her more interesting birthdays, and one of the more interesting parties that any of the girls have been to. While some begin to contemplate their strange new feelings, Lyra has to think about the favors she is going to ask of them.
  7. Hilda just arrives at the Pokemon center only to see that it's closed. Thanks to Omulettes for the art

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  8. Peafowl

    female Library

    From the album: Peafowl's Fan Art

  9. Peafowl

    female Job Presentation

    From the album: Peafowl's Fan Art

  10. Peafowl

    female Stuck in a Lift

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  11. A/N: Predominately female wettings in this, but there is Cheren content, so some male stuff. Written for a commission. By the time Hilda, her friends, and the professor have reached Accumula town, she is really excited to finally get to the Pokemon Center. It has been a bit of a trek for all four of them, something that they have all agreed upon, so they eagerly enter into the sliding doors, but what they are met with is not at all what they are expecting. Instead of the usual sterile smell of a Pokemon Center, their noses are met with the unmistakable and overwhelming scent of urine- human urine, to be more specific. And rather than the usual hushed conversation, soft beeps of the machinery, and occasional business transaction, they instead hear a lot of whimpering and groaning, sounds of utter discomfort that are also pretty solidly coming from humans, rather than Pokemon. Once Hilda gets a good look around the room, she can see where this is coming from. The Pokemon Center is packed with trainers, all of whom seem to be uncomfortable, showing it in various ways. While some are just tense and a little fidgety, others squirm back and forth, while some are holding themselves and doing full on dances in place, and those who are not showing any signs of physical discomfort are showing obvious signs of misery. That is because those who do not look like they are desperate to pee have already wet themselves. All around them, there are wet shorts and skirts and pants, and some puddles here and there that a few custodians are working to clean up, some of them looking rather desperate themselves, while others have dark patches on their uniforms suggesting that they have already had to clean up their own messes. All in all, it is a scene like nothing Hilda has ever witnessed in her life, with so many desperate and soaked trainers that it is shocking. She can tell that the professor, Cheren, and Bianca are all stunned by this as well, and she can’t blame them for that in the last. This is easily the strangest thing she has ever seen, and not how she expected to start her journey, even if she knew that she would encounter a lot of unusual, never before seen things while on the road. Somehow, mass desperation and this many accidents were never things that she considered on the list of sights to see on this trip. Even Nurse Joy, standing behind the counter where she always is, is fidgeting and biting her lip, looking like she could use a trip to the bathroom herself. None of this makes a bit of sense, considering how nice the facilities at Pokemon Centers usually are, and so, Professor Juniper leads the kids up to the counter, so that she can ask what is going on. “It looks like everyone here is in a bit of a pinch,” she starts. “Is something going on? What happened?” “Some Pokemon related incident resulted in the pipes getting all messed up in town,” Nurse Joy explains, her voice showing the obvious strain of trying to hold it for so long. Hilda feels a stab of sympathy for her, but also starts to feel some dread set in, as she realizes exactly where this explanation is going. “All of the pipes in town are suffering, and it is taking them a while to figure out how to fix it. We were told not to put anything into them until things were figured out, and most people decided it would be easier to wait it out than to try and go all the way to another town, but…” She winces and squeaks, jamming a hand between her legs for a moment, before regaining her composure and blushing, pulling her hand back. “Excuse me for that. Anyway, at the time, it seemed like it might take a lot longer to reach another town, when we could just wait, and some of us are not able to leave and go that far right now. Of course, it is taking a lot longer than anyone expected, so a lot of people have given up and tried to go somewhere else. That is, anyone who can. As you can probably see, a lot of people were not able to even consider making the trip, and have not been able to even leave the building.” “That certainly is unfortunate,” Professor Juniper replies, some nerves starting to creep into her voice, though she tries to repress those. “Is it really the entire system of the town? Not just the Pokemon Center?” “Not just us, sadly,” Nurse Joy replies. “I wouldn’t be able to leave either way, but even the houses and the other stores are all under the same warning. It certainly is causing a lot of trouble for everyone.” “I’ll say!” Bianca pipes up, as she looks around the room a little bit. Her eyes widen as she realizes one of the people she has glanced at is in the process of losing control right now, and she quickly looks away to give her some privacy, as she soaks her skirt and pantyhose. Clearing her throat, she continues, “How long has it been?” “Oh, hours by now. I think a lot of people are regretting not leaving sooner, but they almost definitely won’t make it if they try and make the trip, so if they’re not going to make it either way, they might as well stay somewhere they can get cleaned up when it’s all over,” Joy says. “We think it won’t be much longer now, at least, but that doesn’t mean much.” This really is a disaster, and Hilda can’t help but feel bad for everyone here, especially Nurse Joy, who has to keep working through all of it, and everyone that has to clean up after the inevitable messes. However, it is not just sympathy for the others that she is feeling, not when she realizes just how bad this news is for her own group. All four of them had been looking forward to getting here for one particular reason. Not long after they set off on their journey, Bianca had piped up and asked if it would take a long time, because she kind of needed to pee. Professor Juniper had asked then and there if she thought she could hold it, or if she needed to head back, but Bianca said it was not that bad, just as long as the walk would not be too terrible. After deciding that she would be able to hold it until they got there, the four of them resumed their walk, with Bianca not actually showing many signs of desperation as she went. However, she did bring it up a few times, mentioning that she could not wait to get to the Pokemon Center, where she would be able to go to the bathroom. After a little while, sympathizing with her plight, and starting to realize a little pressure on her own bladder, Hilda had mentioned that she sort of needed to pee as well, and that she was looking forward to going to the bathroom as well. Time seemed to start dragging by at that point, and she became more aware of the fact that she did need to go. After a little while, when Bianca mentioned her need again, Professor Juniper mentioned that she would definitely make use of the facilities before they left, whether to help comfort Bianca further by letting her know that she and Hilda were not the only ones coping with full bladders, or being completely genuine, as they had been on the road for some time at that point. Each time that someone brought it up, Cheren would get that much more flustered, blushing furiously, and Hilda noticed a certain stiffness to his gait, until she asked him outright, “Do you have to pee too, Cheren?” He blushed even deeper, protesting the blunt way that she asked, complaining about how personal it was, and generally kicking up a fuss totally characteristic of someone like Cheren, before finally looking down and mumbling that he had had to pee for a while now, but just did not want to admit it. But the professor was quick to assure him that there was nothing to worry about there, because he was in good company. At the time, it did not seem like that big of a deal, because at the time, they thought that they were well on their way to being able to visit the bathroom as soon as they got to town. Though none of them were necessarily desperate, they were all very much aware of their need to pee, and all very much looking forward to being able to relieve themselves of that burden. Which is why the shocking situation that they have walked into is such an unpleasant surprise, making all four of them start to worry about their own situations. Though they had all been confident in waiting this long to get to the bathroom, that says nothing about how they feel now that they know it might be a while before they actually have the chance to go to the bathroom like they thought they would be able to. After a long time on the road, each of them is in need of a little break, but for right now, their only option is to get their Pokemon healed like normal, and then try and wait it out, while ignoring everyone else around them, battling with their own bladders. Bianca tries to hide just how much worse it has gotten since entering the building. She has already been worrying about it, but trying to keep that to herself, because she had promised everyone that she was fine. This is her first time on the road, her first time away from home, doing everything that she can to prove to her family that she is grown up, and does not need to be kept under lock and key. Being put in a situation like this right out of the gate makes her nervous, makes her worry that she might not actually be ready for the hardships of life on the road. Cheren has always been shy about this kind of thing. It does not help that he grew up with Hilda, who has always looked for any and every excuse to tease him, but even beyond that, personal matters, particularly those regarding bodily functions, are things that he prefers to keep under wraps. He does not even like the fact that his friends are aware of the fact that he has to pee, much less that they know he is being made to wait for a bit longer than planned because of the unfortunate state of the Pokemon Center. As for Hilda, she is hardly in the mood to tease Cheren right now, and definitely not over something that she is doing her best to deal with as well. She likes to think that she has a strong bladder, probably the strongest out of her friend group, but even the strongest of bladders has its limits. As long as they can make it, she is sure that she can as well, but as she worries about the two of them, she ends up worrying about herself, because, if it goes on for that long, long enough for either of them to lose control, what if it lasts that long for her as well? Professor Juniper watches over the three of them, hoping that the kids will all get the relief they need, but she also worries about her own bladder. Though she would not admit it to any of them, she is starting to get a little nervous about the whole situation. Even she will not be able to hold out forever adult or otherwise, and she is getting to the point where she is starting to feel rather desperate, shifting her weight from foot to foot while she puts her Pokemon up to be healed. Nurse Joy looks like she has seen better days as she gets to work, squirming more and more. It is obvious that she is doing her best to hide just how bad it is getting for her, but it is pretty clear that she has to pee even worse than she lets on, that she is just trying to keep up a professional demeanor while everyone else continues to fall apart around her. Her job must be very difficult, because she has never even had the option of trying to find some other place to pee. She just has to stay right there behind her counter and keep working throughout all of it, while her lobby is filled to the brim with desperate trainers who just keep wetting themselves. The quartet certainly hopes that they do not end up joining those ranks, but it is really hard to tell where any of this could go when they have no idea just how long they will have to wait. All four of them can feel their desperation growing more intense just from their worries, and listening to all the moans and whimpers and occasionally splashing of liquid on the ground only makes it that much worse, and that much harder for them to control. Bianca is trembling by the time she puts her own Pokemon up, hoping so fervently that her luck will turn around, that there will come an announcement that the pipes have been fixed, and that everyone can go to the bathroom. She knows that there will be a bit of a wait, as there are plenty of desperate people who were here first, but even if she lets them go first, she thinks that she would be able to hold it, just as long as that fix comes soon. Of course, this is all working under the assumption that things are actually going to work out like she hopes that they will, which she knows is not exactly likely. By the time she has her Pokeballs back in her hands, stuffing them back in her bag, her legs are shaking a bit, and she steps back so that Cheren can step up and get his own team healed. He knows that it is rude to keep such an intense watch on Nurse Joy while she is clearly coping with her own private need, but it is had not to watch the way that she squirms and fights against her own bladder. She would probably feel a lot better if she felt like she could show more outward signs of her need to pee, but as things are, she just squirms a little bit, biting her lip and wincing every now and then. If she were able to hold herself or dance around, she might be able to hold on a bit easier, but instead, she just keeps doing her job like she is supposed to, clearly as admirable as can be. Cheren wishes that it were that easy for him to keep his composure. He is doing his best not to show too many outward signs, but he really has to pee, and he is sure that he is not been holding it for nearly as long as Nurse Joy has. He presses his legs tightly together as he waits for his Pokemon to be healed, and then gratefully accepts them and steps to the side, hoping against hope that he will not have to wait too much longer, that everyone in the center will be able to get the relief that they need before it is too late. Hilda is the last one to get her team healed, and as she watches Nurse Joy get to work, she sees the nurse start to panic a bit, hesitating and pressed a hand to the front of her dress, trying to hold herself, but it is already too late. The other three soon catch onto what is happening, watching in disbelief as Nurse Joy finally gives into her desperation and starts to wet herself. A dark spot starts to spread against the front of her dress before she drops her hand, and then it is just left to run down her legs. She only pauses for a moment, though, and then she is back to work, healing Hilda’s Pokemon even as the stream continues down her legs. It is obvious that she has not only been holding for a long time, but that she has also been holding a lot, and that it is a wonder she could even last this long. Hilda feels terrible for her, and all four of them only admire her that much more for the way that she has kept up a professional demeanor, even in the midst of peeing herself. “Here you are,” she says, her voice a little shaky and her cheeks a bright shade of red, as she tries even now to keep up that demeanor and hide her humiliation, acting as if nothing has happened. Hilda thanks her as she takes the balls back, and then, the four of them move away from the counter as they wonder what to do now. Obviously, going anywhere else is kind of pointless right now, so all of them have to remain here and wait until there is some sort of change in the situation, while trying to forget how badly they need to pee. Which is really hard for them to do when there are so many people around them fighting against their needs and losing. It seems like there are more and more puddles on the floor with each passing minute, and every time someone new enters the center, they share that same look of distress when they realize that they have not found the relief that they set out for when they made their way into town. Travelers and townsfolk alike are all suffering as they wait for the lengthy repair to finally be completed, before it is too late for everyone. For most people, it really does seem like there is no other option besides fully wetting themselves right here in the lobby, keeping the custodians quite busy. Now, Hilda notices that none of the custodians are dry, meaning that all of them have wet themselves by now, either before the group arrived, or since they arrived. With all of the workers here in wet clothes, it really does make the situation seem that much more hopeless. She can’t help but feel terrible for everyone here, including her own friends, but right now, she also feels pretty bad for herself. It has been a long time since she has been this nervous about a situation like this, and she wishes that she had known this was going to happen. Maybe the others would not have been as cool about it, but Hilda probably could have managed peeing outside. In fact, she knows that she is going to have to do that eventually on her journey, so why not get started now? Cheren would have the easiest time of it, but he is also the most shy about admitting to his needs like that, so he would not have wanted to if he knew the others were aware of what he was doing. Bianca would probably be a little disgusted by the idea, probably unaware of the fact that it is inevitable. But Hilda is fairly certain that a researcher like Professor Juniper is used to having to pee wherever she is able to, and was just waiting until they got to the Pokemon Center because it did not seem like it was necessary to have to relieve herself on the roadside. Now, she is probably dealing with the exact same regret that Hilda is, but would either of them have been able to do it while knowing that Bianca and Cheren were not ready to do it? Or would they have experienced too much sympathy for the others, and wanted to join them in holding it anyway? She is not sure, but thinking about that does not do much, considering the fact that they are her either way, and have no way of turning back time to do things differently. The group splits up in the lobby, each of them looking for something different to distract themselves. The professor wants to talk with one of the workers about the situation, wanting to see if she can get anymore information, and Bianca has some things she wants to buy at the little shop. Cheren looks for somewhere to sit down, looking more and more flustered by the moment, and Hilda just goes to look out the window, not sure how else to take her mind off of her growing desperation. Cheren is looking pretty bad, so she knows he probably wants to be left alone. Otherwise, she would probably sit with him for a bit, but when he gets all flustered like this, when he gets embarrassed about something, he wants to try and hide it. It will be pretty much impossible for him to hide anything if she is right there with him, so she ignores him like he probably wants her to. Though he is not doing very good, she knows that Bianca is doing the worst out of all of them. She has always had a weak bladder for as long as Hilda has known her, has always been running off in the middle of conversations because it was urgent and she could not wait anymore. Many a childhood play date was interrupted by that sort of thing, because once she got desperate, it had to be dealt with right then and there. Hilda was tougher but also not shy about it, whereas Cheren has always been like this, trying to keep his private needs private. Of course, she can remember a time or two where his reluctance to admit that he had to pee meant that he ended up having to go home early due to some unfortunate accidents that she has sworn to never tease him about again, no matter how tempting that may be… Thinking about all of this does nothing to help her situation, though. Remembering all of those times just makes it that much worse, but coming out of her thoughts brings her back to the present, to the room full of squirming, whimpering trainers, to the growing stench of urine, to the fact that she is surrounded by people all wetting themselves. All she wants is to make sure that she and her friends are not a part of that group. But that might be a bit too far out of her control. Bianca finishes her purchase, not able to stand still the entire time. She can’t keep holding it, especially not while trying to maintain some sense of dignity, so she decides to give up on that. It may be embarrassing to show her needs so openly, but since she is surrounded by other people all doing the same, she does not care nearly as much. Her long skirt makes it hard for her to hold herself, but she bunches it up under her hands so that she can grab at her crotch, hopping from foot to foot, willing to do whatever it takes to keep herself dry, or at least as dry as she possibly can. She knows that her panties are already damp from a few lapses in control, but as long as it is nothing noticeable, then she will still consider it a success. And if dancing around in the middle of the Pokemon Center is what it takes to keep her from wetting herself any further, then she is going to do it, knowing that the other desperate strangers can’t judge her for this, and knowing that her friends will understand, that she will not be met with any teasing later, no matter what may happen to her now. But it really is getting to be too much. She knows that she can’t keep this desperate act up forever, and that eventually, nothing that she does will be able to stop her from losing control, but until that time comes, she just has to keep doing this, while time seems to drag on and on. It is hard to tell how long they have been here, waiting for good news, because it feels like it has been an eternity, at least in her current state. For all she knows, it has only been a couple minutes, or it could have been much longer than that, but the one thing that she does know is that her own time is running out. Her panties will not be able to handle many more leaks, and her skirt is going to start showing some evidence of her leaks if she keeps pressing it down like this, but holding herself is the only way to keep things even remotely under control. A trainer passes by her, hands clamped tight between his legs, and just as he is walking past her, he suddenly stops and doubles over, groaning as he begins to lose control, his jeans darkening as his bladder gives up on him. Bianca whimpers, squirming her way away from him, not wanting to look at the puddle he is forming on the floor, not even wanting to think about any liquids right now. It seems like everywhere she looks, there is something to make it harder on her, and she just wishes that she were somewhere else, somewhere far away from all these desperate travelers. Then again, if she were far away from here, she probably would not be in this situation to begin with, hopping from foot to foot as she tries to hold back, because she would probably be somewhere with functioning pipes. Instead, she is here, with the broken pipes and the other squirming trainers, as she quickly joins the ranks of some of their most desperate. This journey is definitely not off to a strong start for her, and she wishes she were at home, where she can go pee whenever she wants to, where her close calls never end in so much disaster, even when she does hold it for longer than she needs to. As it is, she is pretty sure by now that she is not going to make it, not even close. She does not want to give up hope on something like that, especially when she has made it so far, but there is only so much she can do, and only so much that she can hold back. When dancing does not do much to help, she knows that she is in trouble, and knows that she is not going to be able to make it. Even if the bathrooms were reopened right now, there would still be plenty who would want to get in line in front of her, and she would have to let them, because they have been waiting longer than her. Of course, a lot of the people who were already here have also wet themselves, but there is still a pretty big amount of desperate trainers in the room, while the custodians struggle to keep up with all of the new messes that are made. While Bianca is thinking through all of this, Cheren is still sitting on a bench by himself, glad that everyone else is so distracted by their own troubles that they do not pay him any mind. A situation like this is an absolute nightmare for someone like him, who is so shy about this kind of thing that being surrounded by it only humiliates him that much more. He knows that he has to do whatever he can to keep holding it, but that involves a lot of embarrassing things, things that he never likes to do, no matter how desperate he might be. And while he tries to convince himself not to hide it just because of his own hangups, he accidentally reminds himself of all of the times he wet himself growing up, all of the times that he pushed himself to his very limit to avoid admitting his need to his friends, acting like he could just wait until he got home, even when that was hours away and he was at his limit. Those memories, combined with all the sights and sounds around him, push him to finally push a hand to his lap, holding himself through his pants. His face burns with humiliation, but this is all that he can do. The last thing he wants is to end up with sopping pants at the beginning of the Pokemon journey he has been looking forward to for so long. How is he supposed to become the strongest trainer there is if he can’t even hold his bladder through a situation like this? Won’t he eventually end up in long, tough battles that will require a lot of patience? Of course, he will have better chances to prepare for that in the future, whereas there was nothing he could have done to prepare himself for such an unexpected situation as this. Cheren just needs to keep holding it, no matter what it takes. He shifts back and forth in his seat, keeping his legs crossed at the ankles, holding himself all the while, glad that Hilda is standing elsewhere. He knows that even she would not tease him in a situation like this, even if she weren’t every bit as desperate, and every bit as worried about making it. She can be mean, but she is not outright cruel, just playful. Even so, there is a very big part of him that does not want her to watch him squirm like this, even more than anyone else. Strangers are bad enough, and people that he knows well are even worse, but Hilda seems like the worst of them all, because he wants to look strong in front of her. Such a silly thing to worry about right now, when he knows that he can’t help it anymore than anyone else can, but it is still heavy on his mind as he holds himself, eyes searching the room, even though looking around has not helped him even once, considering the sights that he is always met with. This time, though, his gaze does not linger on a stranger on the verge of losing control, but rather, someone that he knows really well. Cheren can tell at a glance that Bianca is definitely not going to make it. Bianca knows it as well, and though she clamps down as much as she can, putting all of her focus into trying to hold out for just a little bit longer, she knows that it is no good. No matter how long she is able to prolong the inevitable, she knows that it is definitely not going to be long enough, and that she would not be able to make it even if the bathrooms were opened back up right this second. Even taking a step to go to the bathroom would end it all for her, so she might as well just let go. Even so, she does try to fight it, tries to fight off leak after leak, until her panties have grown so damp that she knows there must be a spot growing on the front of her skirt. Still, she tries to fight it, right up until the very end, when no amount of fight can stop it. She holds herself and she crosses and uncrosses her legs, and she hops and squirms and dances, but then one of the leaks lasts much too long to count as a leak, and she knows that she is done for. The jet of urine runs straight down one of her legs, followed by another and another, until she has gone completely still, standing right there in the middle of the Pokemon Center, where she begins to wet herself in earnest. She eventually lets go of her skirt and drops her hands, but by then, there is already a prominent wet spot on the front of it, and her panties are completely drenched. Her bladder was so full that it takes her quite some time to even be able to cut off the stream and by then, she is so wet that it doesn’t matter, and she just lets it all out, letting the puddle at her feet grow more and more. She is just one of many, her clothing another casualty of the damaged pipes, and there is hardly anyone there that pays her any mind, making the humiliation at least slightly more bearable. There are two people who do notice, though; her friends, who had both noticed her lapse in control at the same time, and then both want to hurry to her, to make sure that she is okay. Hilda starts off for Bianca at the same time that Cheren does, forgetting his desire to stay out of sight and out of the way for as long as possible. The two of them end up reaching her at exactly the same time- so much so that they run smack into each other, bouncing back and struggling to steady themselves before they fall. Their balance is not the only thing that they have to worry about losing control of, though. Hilda is quick to put a hand between her legs, stopping herself before she lets out more than a quick leak, though it is sizable enough to leave a small wet spot on her denim shorts. She sighs in relief, glad that it did not turn into anything worse, only to look up and see that Cheren was not quite as lucky as her. Stricken, he has not let go of his crotch, even now that he has begun peeing, unable to get it under control. Just like Hilda, the bump had been a bit too much for him, but even though he has tried holding himself and tried to stop it, he does a lot more than just leak, and soon enough, there is a large wet patch on his jeans, spreading more and more while Bianca and Hilda watch in surprise, neither able to turn away in the moment. Once it has begun running down his leg, he drops his hand in defeat, looking down to look away from them, but that is not much better, since, like this, he has a full view of his growing wet spot, of the soaked leg of his jeans, and of his own puddle of urine, spreading out to mingle with Bianca’s. All he can think about are his embarrassing memories of childhood, feeling as if this proves that he has not grown up much since then, even though he knows that there was no way he could have planned for, or prevented this. “It’s alright,” Bianca says in a small voice, snapping him out of his thoughts and reminding him why he came over here to begin with. He looks up at her as she says, “It’s just really hard for everyone right now.” “I’m fine,” he lies, though, now that he thinks about it, maybe it isn’t that much of a lie, or maybe it won’t be for very long. “I wanted to check on you.” “Me too,” Hilda adds, and he notices that she has not let go of herself yet, still squirming around, completely shameless now that it is all that she can do to keep bladder in check. “I’m fine too!” Bianca says, giving them a big smile so that they do not worry about her. Though she is definitely humiliated, there is no point in dwelling on something that she has no control over. This is hardly how she wanted to start her journey, but she knows they all feel the same way, and she at least feels better knowing that she is not alone, especially now that Cheren has soaked his own pants. “Then that’s good,” he mumbles, trying to keep his embarrassment at bay. Hilda watches the two of them, glad to see that they are at least not taking this too hard, but she still has to worry about herself. As tempting as it is to just give in right now and join them, since she knows that they would never give her a hard time for it, she also still wants to at least try. They have all been waiting for so long that she can only hope that that means that the wait is almost over, that Nurse Joy was right about the repairs nearly being done. That is what Professor Juniper is hoping as well, as she hurries over to join the three of them, having noticed the state that Cheren and Bianca are in. She is far past the point of being able to hide her own desperation, and keeps a hand pressed to the front of her skirt even as she walks over to check on them. Neither she nor Hilda are in very good shape right now, and there is a big chance that neither she nor Hilda will stand any chance of making it to the end, not if this keeps dragging on like it has been. “This is getting ridiculous,” Hilda mutters, mostly to herself, but the professor is inclined to agree with her there. If only they had known that things would end up like this…but she is not sure if anything they could have done would have helped all that much. Maybe, but there is no point in worrying about that now. Two of her new trainers are already soaked, and Hilda does not look like she is far behind them, and Professor Juniper herself is more desperate than she has been in a very long time, completely unable to hold still. As the adult of the group, she had hoped that she would be able to maintain some sort of composure throughout all of this, just to make sure that the others felt better about things, and to keep some air of maturity. But by now, with Cheren and Bianca both down for the count, and her own situation getting worse by the second, maintaining an air of maturity seems like the least of her worries, and altogether pointless right now. Though she keeps promising herself that she will just have to wait a little while longer, there is no way to know if that is actually true or not. The truth might be a lot worse, might be a lot longer of a wait than either she or Hilda is prepared to deal with. And all she can do is keep holding until the end, hoping that the end for her will involve a toilet, rather than a soaked pair of panties. Hilda is soon imitating the movements that she saw Bianca making just before she lost control, hoping that these will help her keep some sort of hold on her bursting bladder. Leak after leak keeps making it past her defenses, but she refuses to let them turn into anything more, and refuses to let herself give into the temptation to let go and deal with the consequences later. She really does want to be able to hold it until the end, to look at least a little bit tougher to her friends, even if she already looks plenty pathetic because she has been reduced to holding herself and dancing just to keep it in. None of it should even matter, but it matters to her, and that is why she keeps struggling against it, keeps gritting her teeth and fighting with all she has, even as the spot on her shorts grows, bit by bit, because of her frequent leaks. Just as long as they remain little leaks, and nothing more…not that it will make much of a difference, if her shorts end up wet either way. At least to her, it seems like an important distinction between having peed herself a little, and having fully done it. It definitely makes a difference in how she feels, because if she were empty, she would not be hurting this badly, trying to hold it. There would be nothing to hold, and she would not be nearly so tortured. Her body definitely agrees that there is a distinction there, and despite her own desires, it seems settled on going for the latter, rather than the former, and though she has stopped so many leaks, there eventually comes one that she is not able to stop, no matter how hard she tries. And then she moans, “Oh, no, not yet…” which is enough to get the attention of her companions, just in time for the three of them to watch her give up on holding herself. Her shorts are already so wet, but the stain extends that much more, and there are soon steady streams of urine running down both of her legs, until it is too much for her shorts to contain at all, and it all comes gushing out of her, splattering to the floor beneath her. Yet another mess to be cleaned up, yet another casualty of the faulty pipes, yet another trainer to lose control in the Pokemon Center just today. The fact that she is not alone does ease the sting, as does the fact that she made it a little bit longer than her friends did, but she still wishes she could have been strong a bit longer. Both Bianca and Professor Juniper rest a hand on her shoulders to try and comfort her through it, and Cheren is polite enough to look somewhere off to the side, blushing furiously all the while. She has nothing to be ashamed of, no matter how embarrassing it is, because it isn’t her fault, and she sure as hell is not alone in it. Now, only the professor is left to hope that the pipes get fixed quickly. Which she certainly does, because she is well past the point of being able to behave with any sense of dignity. She has to hold herself to even have any hope of holding it until the end, and staying still is definitely a bad idea right now. Even though the kids have all wet themselves already and she has no reason to try and encourage them by holding out herself, she still wants to look like the adult she is in front of them, and joining them in that humiliation does not exactly fit the bill. Not that she might have much of an option there. She really is doing everything that she can, but that might not be enough. Her skirt hikes up a little too much as she moves to hold herself more directly, which is why she faces away from the group, not wanting to let any of them see this, while she prays that everyone else in the center is too distracted by their own misery to get a good peak up her skirt while she grabs at herself, whimpering and whining, fighting with all that she has. There is no way of knowing how much longer she has to hold it, and there has never been any way of knowing that, not from the beginning. In a way, it has basically been hopeless from the start, but at the same time, that also means that there is always a chance that she is mere seconds away from getting the announcement that she so desperately needs to hear right now. No matter what happens, Professor Juniper tries not to let herself loose hope in the matter, even when her bladder hurts so much that she can feel tears pricking at her eyes, making it so hard for her to keep her composure. Her panties get a little wetter every time she experiences a brief lapse in control, leaking just a little bit, but enough that, if anyone were taking advantage of her position to get a peak up her skirt, they would definitely be able to see that she was very close to losing control, that she was already leaking quite a bit. At least, by holding her skirt out of the way, she prevents herself from getting it too wet, and that is definitely important, if she really is going to make it to the end. And she still refuses to accept any other alternative, telling herself that she has to make it to the end, that she has come too far to not make it to the end. Even if she does not know when that end is, she has to make it to the end, or else… Or else, what? At this point, does it really matter if she doesn’t? Though she has held it for so long that it seems like the best option is to keep holding it, to make sure that she does not let all of her efforts go to waste, that might not end up mattering either way. After all, if things drag on for too much longer, she knows for a fact that she is not going to make it, and then her efforts are already for nothing. There is a slight chance that she will make it, and make it out of this situation with her panties slightly less wet than they would be otherwise, but she is definitely going to have to change either way at this point. And the others are going to have to get cleaned up before they can go on their way, and this has already been such a long delay that she really wishes they could just get back on track, rather than standing around and waiting for her to be able to use the bathroom, if she can even hold it that long. Maybe it is just her desperation talking, convincing her that this is the best course of action, but all it takes is another powerful leak before Professor Juniper decides that she is just going to give up as well. As much as she would have liked to avoid this, the sooner she pees, the sooner she will feel better, and the sooner they can all get cleaned up and get out of here. With that, she drops her hands and lets her skirt fall, and relaxes her bursting bladder. She probably would not have made it even a few more minutes, so this really is for the best. With a sigh of relief, she releases the flood, not caring that her little students are watching her, because she is fairly certain that they, of all people, understand her situation perfectly. And she is just happy to be empty, to let out what feels like gallons of stored liquid. It will probably be a while before her bladder stops aching, after forcing it to undergo so much. It feels like forever before she is finally completely empty, a large puddle at her feet, and then she steels herself and turns back to face the others, forcing a smile so that they do not worry about her. They all have sympathetic expressions on their faces, each of them understanding exactly what she has gone through. “Well, this certainly has been an eventful start to the journey, huh?” she asks, giving a slight laugh to try and lighten the mood. “Not exactly how I expected things, but I suppose it could be worse, too. Good thing we were all packed for this and have extra clothes, huh?” “And we’re able to do our laundry in an Pokemon Center,” Cheren adds, wanting to show off his knowledge like usual. “After the pipes are fixed, of course.” “I wish we could take a shower!” Bianca whines. “But I guess getting dried off will be fine for now.” “As long as I can get out of these wet clothes,” Hilda agrees, and the four of them set off to get changed. - If you're interested in my writing updates, please follow my fanfiction twitter @WattStalf
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