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  2. The much-overdue second story in what I'm now calling my "Monster Girl Omorashi" series. This is set in the same universe as my Slime Girl Omorashi story, and even stars some of the side characters from that one. I'm not sure if I'm going to write a second part to this one like I did with the other one, but you definitely haven't seen the last of these characters in my upcoming stories. “Ah, we really need to hire more servers here!” Those words had been spoken by a young woman wearing a gothic lolita-style outfit. She was tall, slender, and curvy, with a black and white frilly top that accentuated her chest and a frilly black skirt with a white petticoat and white leggings underneath. The only thing rather unusual was her head. Rather than being perched atop her neck as most normal heads would be, her’s was strapped to her waist, giving her a bit of a skewed view of the world. Where her head would normally be was a stump wrapped in bandages. Her name was Ciara, and she was a Dullahan. She had just finished locking up the shop after a long, exhausting night of serving food to customers. She looked over at her only other coworkers. The head and only chef of the restaurant, A white-haired, blue-eyed vampire named Masamune Hayato, and their dish washer, a short, slender high school student named Miyuki who had been the only one to respond to their help wanted ads thus far. “We were lucky it was a friday, otherwise I would’ve had to go home early for school,” Miyuki noted. “I’ve been trying to find more help,” Hayato replied, his tone serious and portraying no amount of exhaustion despite the long day, “but so far no one’s been interested.” It would seem weird that a newly opened restaurant would have no prospective employees applying for jobs there, but Ciara knew all too well that, even in a place like Nova City, which was generally more accepting to supernatural beings like herself and Hayato, there were certain stigmas still associated with them. In particular, vampires were infamous for having a close-knit, brutal underground society not unlike a mafia. Ciara wouldn’t be surprised if people simply assumed Hayato was a part of that society and didn’t want to get wrapped up in vampire business. “Well, have a good night, guys! I’m off!” Miyuki waved, heading for the back door. “Yes, you worked hard today, thank you and have a good night,” Hayato called after her. He then turned to Ciara. “So, shall we be headed home as well?” “Yeah, I’m exhausted.” The two lived together. It wasn’t like they were a couple or anything, but certain circumstances lead to them living together. Ciara didn’t have a job at the time and Hayato’s situation was complicated, but essentially he wound up with a lot of money and no place to stay. Ciara had been desperately trying to scrounge up rent anyway, and her apartment had been for two people in the first place, before her roommate bailed on her. So, the two came to make an arrangement. Hayato would pay the rent and start up a restaurant, and Ciara would work for him at the restaurant. This solved both of their problems at the same time. “I’m sorry if I’m pushing you too hard,” Hayato spoke suddenly. Ciara looked over at him in surprise, “Oh, no no, it’s fine! You’ve been trying to find help, I don’t mind putting up with it a bit longer. You’ve done me so many favors, I’m really grateful.” “I know, but I still feel guilty sometimes,” Hayato replied, “After all, you work really hard all the time and it’s hard for me to give you breaks when we’re busy. I mean, I’ve seen you collapse after nights like tonight. Or there are times when you put off your own needs during shifts because it’s busy. Like the other night when you almost-” Ciara blushed, “W-we… I told you to never speak of that again!” “Oh, right, sorry,” Hayato replied. The two fell into a comfortable silence after that, or at least, it would’ve been a comfortable silence. Unfortunately, Hayato’s comment had reminded Ciara of something. “Oh crap, I didn’t use the bathroom before leaving the restaurant tonight! I was so exhausted I totally forgot.” She placed her hand on her abdomen, feeling a slight bulge. She had been holding it in for a while, but through habit and sheer force of will, she had pushed the urge to the back of her mind. Now, however, it came rushing back, and she felt herself pressing her thighs together as she had to actively fight the strong urge to pee. The walk back to their apartment was about 5 minutes. That was doable. Ciara steeled herself for the desperate walk back and fell further behind Hayato so he wouldn’t notice her awkward gait. The walk home had been uncomfortable, but uneventful. Ciara didn’t have any close calls and while her desperation surged, she fought it valiantly and came out with her panties unscathed. Still, she was seriously grateful to see her apartment complex. Hayato turned towards the stairs and Ciara paused. The walk home so far had been doable, but she had forgotten about the stairs. The elevator in the complex had been broken for a month now with no signs of being fixed any time soon. Ciara had been on her feet the whole night, her legs were already tired and burning with what was bound to be muscle soreness tomorrow. Piling desperation on top of that, and suddenly the walk up 6 flights of stairs to get to her floor sounded like an insurmountable task. Still, they were the last thing between Ciara and her apartment, and therefore, her toilet. She was going to make it. Ciara began climbing the stairs and her bladder immediately protested. Ciara felt herself about to lose a leak and jammed her hand between her legs. Hayato wasn’t paying attention to her and there was no reason to keep up appearances if she was gonna wet herself while trying. She gripped herself tightly and hobbled up the stairs, finding a balance between going fast enough to stand a chance of making it to the bathroom on time, and going slow enough as to not lose it in the stairwell. Each step sent waves of pain up her tired legs and waves of desperation through her. She focused her will and the idea that the second she reached the top, she would have a short dash to her apartment and then relief would be in her grasp. She was glad she still had her head in it’s harness. If she had tried to carry it around, she’d have one less hand to work with, and likely wouldn’t be able to hold herself. After what seemed like a marathon, she finally made it to the top of the 6th and final flight of stairs. Her apartment was down the hall, but it was only a short walk. Luckily for her, Hayato had seemingly already entered, as he was nowhere in the hallway. Ciara made a mad dash for her apartment, and was surprised to see the door was open. Hayato might have left it open for her, but he was usually the kind of person who closed doors behind him without thinking. Actually, usually when they walked home together, he’d have waited for her outside the apartment and they’d go in together. Ciara entered her apartment and soon Hayato’s strange behavior made sense. There, sitting on Ciara’s couch, was a woman wearing a low cut v-neck and a leather jacket, with jean shorts so short they couldn’t have been covering much more than her panties. Her bare legs were crossed casually, and she hadn’t bothered to take off her boots. In her hand was a wine glass with liquid that looked too dark and thick to be wine. Hayato was staring at her, his face expressionless. But Ciara could feel the apprehension and displeasure from the sight. “Welcome home,” the woman grinned. “Get out!” Hayato demanded, raising his voice slightly. It was a shock to Ciara, who had never heard him so angry before. “Oho, is that how you treat your older sister after all these years? What’s wrong with a little reunion?” Ciara was surprised to hear that woman was Hayato’s sister, but beyond that there was a bigger problem on her mind right now. “I can’t believe this is happening! Hayato’s sister or not, this bitch broke into my apartment at the worst possible moment. I can’t just run to the bathroom in this situation, but I have to pee like crazy!” Ciara tried to straighten up as much as possible as she crossed her legs together and bounced in desperation. “Listen, Hayato,” his sister spoke, “I know we’ve had some bad blood between us in the past. When you left and refused to be part of the Society, I sided with Mom and Dad because I thought you were being naive and selfish. I’m here to apologize for that.” “Apology accepted,” Hayato replied curtly, “Now leave.” “Please do!” Ciara begged mentally, tensing herself up as another wave of desperation hit her. She squirmed and clamped her legs together, but in spite of her efforts, a leak escaped, soaking into her panties, “I’m about to wet myself!” “Hold on, hold on!” Hayato’s sister held up her hands, “I’m not done yet. You probably think I’m here because I want something from you, but the truth is, I just came to warn you.” “Warn me about what?” Hayato asked sternly. “Adrian Tepes is dead. The Alucard family has lost their last heir to the “top” of the Vampire Society. You know what that means.” “A war of ascension,” Hayato replied, “All the major vampire clans will be vying for that top spot.” “The Masamune-Tojo clan is making some serious power moves,” Hayato’s sister continued, “I just wanted to warn you that you could get caught up in the crossfire if you’re not careful. Be on your guard.” Hayato’s sister stood up and started for the door. “Thank god!” Ciara celebrated. Her desperation reached a peak and she practically doubled over. If Hayato’s attention hadn’t been solely on his sister, there was no way he would’ve missed Ciara’s desperate pee dance. She hopped from foot to foot and jammed both hands between her legs, doing her best not to audibly whimper in sheer desperation. Another leak escaped into her panties and she nearly lost it, taking all her willpower to hold it in. “Hurry up and leave, I’m seriously on the verge of pissing myself!” “Oh, and one more thing, little brother,” Hayato’s sister paused in front of him, holding up an application, “I saw your job posting at your little restaurant. I’m interested.” Hayato narrowed his eyes, but still took the paperwork from her. Ciara prayed to god that this would be the end of it, but unfortunately, Ciara’s form caught the woman’s attention, and she peeked around Hayato. Ciara, in spite of herself, tried to straighten up and compose herself as best as possible now that the attention was on her. She let go of her crotch and through sheer will she held on somehow. “Oh? Who’s this? A Dullahan girlfriend?” Hayato’s sister smiled, bending over and rubbing Ciara’s cheek playfully with her, “She is a looker, that’s for sure.” “Leave her out of this,” Hayato replied sternly, “She’s just a roommate and coworker.” “Oh, so you don’t have a relationship beyond that,” Hayato’s sister raised an eyebrow, “I guess that means you aren’t taken, cutie!” The woman ran a slender finger down Ciara’s shoulder, which was exposed due to the sleeveless nature of her top. The touch was oddly electrifying, and Ciara felt herself involuntarily leak again. She let out a whimper and pressed her thighs together as a strong, violent wave of desperation struck her bladder. “Don’t come out don’t come out don’t come out don’t come out!” “My name’s Ayame,” Hayato’s sister introduced herself, “What’s yours?” “C-Ciara,” Ciara stuttered, both out of desperation and also out of nervousness. She could feel her face burning as she blushed. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ciara,” Ayame smiled. She finally let go of Ciara’s shoulder and turned around, “See you two soon!” As she walked off, she seemingly dissolved away into a reddish black smoke. Ciara had seen Hayato do that once or twice as well, but he preferred to get around the old-fashioned way. “Sorry about that, she has a tendency to flirt with everyone,” Hayato apologized, but Ciara was no longer listening. In fact, the second Ayame had disappeared, she had started the mad dash to her bathroom. It was no longer about making it. Ciara’s leaks had turned into full-on spurts and her panties and leggings were already getting wet. But if she could get the majority of her bladder’s contents into her toilet and not soaked in her clothes and on the floor, she’d consider that a win at this point. She made it to the bathroom and slammed the door closed behind her, not wanting any chance of Hayato catching her embarrassing predicament. She rushed to the toilet and faced the last challenge, fighting with her frilly skirt to pull down her pants and leggings. Unfortunately for Ciara, her body had run out of time. Even as she tried to bunch her skirt up so she could reach underneath and pull down her undergarments, she reached her limit and felt the pent up pee about to burst out of her. Unable to hold it back anymore and with no time to remove her clothes, she gave up and rushed over to the bathtub. Before she had even gotten her second leg over the side of the tub, her muscles gave out and she started peeing uncontrollably onto the floor of the bathtub. Ciara’s sense of defeat and embarrassment was completely overshadowed by the sheer relief she felt finally letting go of all that pee. Because her head was still strapped to her waist from work, she could more strongly smell the scent of urine soaking through her clothes. She let the feeling of relief wash over her and had to brace herself on the wall to prevent her legs from completely giving out. The last thing she needed was to ensure that all of her skirt would be soaked through by collapsing onto the floor of the tub while still peeing. Her mind was tired and hazy from work, she didn’t even know how long she was peeing for. She just zoned out and bathed in the relief It was only after she had finished wetting herself that her embarrassment came back full force. Even though Hayato hadn’t seen her wet herself, and she had technically made it into the bathroom, her skirt, panties, leggings, and shoes were soaked. She could take a shower easily, but getting her wet clothes to the small utility room where the washing machine was would be impossible to do without being noticed. Ciara shrugged. She really didn’t care about that right now. Her clothes were wet and gross and she wanted out of them. She removed her head from it’s harness and placed it on the counter, getting a clear view of her body and her wet clothes. She had done a substantial amount of damage to them as far as wettings go, a testament to how much she had been holding. As she stripped down, she heard a knock on the bathroom door and nearly jumped out of her skin in surprise. “Hey, Ciara, I’m going out to find my sister,” Hayato replied. “Huh? You aren’t seriously thinking about asking her to come work for us, are you?” Ciara asked. “Ayame has never shown interest in separating herself from the Society,” Hayato spoke through the door, “but her specialty as a vampire is charisma. She can be very persuasive, and having someone like that at our restaurant might help us get more employees.” “It would also make potential new hires avoid us even more, one vampire is easy enough to write off, but two from the same family working there?” “True,” Hayato agreed, “But at the very least it’s worth a shot, and it might even help to keep Ayame away from the war of ascension.” “Oh, concerned about your sister, are you?” Ciara teased. To that, Hayato didn’t respond, and Ciara let out a sigh. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-” “No, it’s fine,” Hayato cut her off, “And yeah, I am a little worried about her. Ayame’s always been easily caught up in the schemes of others. Keeping her away from the clan where she’ll get roped into being used for their own gain is probably for the best.” “You realize she probably has ulterior motives, right?” Ciara pointed out. The Dullahan wasn’t convinced that Ayame had just shown up just to apologize and warn her brother about the war of ascension. Something about that woman rubbed her the wrong way, and it wasn’t just because her unexpected visit had been the reason for Ciara’s wet clothes. “I’ll make sure she’s got a short leash, so to speak. I’ll let her know I’m kicking her out at the first signs of trouble.” Ciara sighed. Obviously Hayato had made up his mind on this one. It wasn’t like the extra help wouldn’t be unwelcome anyway. Ciara’s muscles and bladder had suffered greatly due to long shifts with no chance for breaks during busy hours. As popular as their restaurant had become, it was a lot to handle for one waitress. Hayato being the only chef was manageable only because of his superhuman speed and precision. Ciara herself was also stronger and faster than a human, but she couldn’t exactly take advantage of that while being a server like Hayato could while preparing the meals. “Fine, fine, do what you want,” Ciara resigned, “But don’t say I didn’t warn you if things go south.” Hayato said nothing more and Ciara figured he had slipped out to find his sister. All the better for her. She could take a shower and slip out to wash her clothes before he came back to catch the aftermath of her accident. She finished shedding her soaked garments and stepped over the wall of the tub before turning the shower on. A burst of cold water struck her back and she withdrew briefly until the water turned warm, then hot. She grabbed her head and placed it on a shelf installed strategically out of the stream. She watched her own body as she lathered herself up and rinsed off, focusing on her nether regions and her legs. She could still feel her bladder tingling in the aftermath of holding it in for so long, and she distinctly recalled the blissful relief that had finally washed over her as she lost her struggle. Without realizing it, she had started touching herself, and upon realizing it, a fierce blush erupted on her face. She stopped and shook her disembodied head. “What am I doing? Am I seriously getting turned on thinking about how bad I had to pee earlier?” Ciara wasn’t about to entertain that idea. She was just tired, overworked, and more than a little stressed. That was all. It wasn’t that she was actually getting used to holding it for long periods of time, and starting to enjoy the relief that accompanied finally being able to let it all out. There was no way. “Right?” With that thought in her mind, as well as worries about Hayato and his sister, Ciara wondered exactly what she had gotten herself into.
  3. Before I begin the story, here's a couple of things. It has been ages since I last posted on here. My last post was 3 years ago and it turned into an unfinished story. Unfortunately, most of what I worked on in the past turned into unfinished stories. Creatively, this is typically because I tend to bite off more than I can chew, so to speak. I come up with grand ideas for longer stories and when my creative steam runs out on them or I come up with other ideas, I have a tendency to abandon projects. I wanted to apologize first and foremost to any of you who might remember my content from 3 years ago and were let down by the abandonment of one of those stories. I realize this is a less formal environment and stories winding up unfinished is not necessarily an uncommon or unforgivable act. However, as a creative mind and as an author, I feel personally responsible for the ideas and content I post, and when I set up an expectation to deliver on that content and fail, I feel responsible and I am taking responsibility by apologizing. I realize everything I just said is only going to be relevant to people who remember me from my posts 3 years ago, so to tie this directly to this story and others I may post it in the future, I will mostly be focusing on keeping a short story format with what I post, at least until I can be assured that the time and motivation I have will allow me to post longer stories. In specific, this story is a two-parter, and I will post the second part as soon as I'm done writing and finalizing it. [SECONDLY AND MOST IMPORTANT!] Even if you skipped all that preamble, or it's not really relevant to you, I wanted to NOTE/WARN everyone beforehand that this story contains WEIRD BIOLOGY. Namely, it involves a Slime Girl with separate biology that works differently from humans. I explain this in the story, but essentially the way a slime girl's body processes and filters waste is different. TECHNICALLY the slime girl in this story does not have to "pee" in the sense that urine has built up in her body, and in fact doesn't even have a real bladder (though what is essentially a bladder forms when she's about to/desperately needs to relieve herself of liquid waste/excess liquid). It's essentially a distinct biological process that is, at the same time, physically and mentally analogous to having to pee. She still refers to it as having to pee and she still experiences typical signs of desperation (i.e. leg crossing, squirming, grabbing herself, etc). If this does not bother you, great! Enjoy the story. However if you get weirded out by these kinds of things or if unconventional biology makes you uncomfortable, I would turn back now. You have been warned. With that out of the way, please enjoy! Luna shifted from foot to uneasy foot as she waited by the door to her apartment for her date to come pick her up. She looked down at her dress again-- a short, flirty piece with spaghetti straps and just enough frills to look classy without looking overdone-- as well as at her pink, translucent body. Luna was a slime girl. Not exactly a common sight, least of all in a small town like Newlake. Sure, some of the bigger cities had a higher population of monsters and supernatural creatures, especially the ones founded after their existence was revealed to the general public, but Newlake was a backwater town that had existed for decades before humans even knew creatures like Luna were anything more than myth. It still had a very humanocentric culture, and Luna often faced prejudice and discrimination growing up. It was for that reason that she was anxious. Her date had looked past the fact that she was a slime girl, and had still agreed to go out with her. Luna’s biogel pulsed in nervous excitement as she waited for her date. However, bubbling just underneath that sense of excitement and anxiety, was another feeling. One uncomfortable and all-to-familiar to Luna. One that made her press her legs together almost enough that her skin was about to fuse together. Slime girls had very little in the way of organs. They had an opaque, jelly-like bundle of glands encased in a hard mineral-like substance somewhere in their bodies that could be thought of as a brain. They also had the most basic of skeletal structures, though it was completely transparent due to having the exact same refractive index of their biogel. While they serve as structural support for the slime girl to take a humanoid shape, their bones could be broken down, reformed into various shapes, and dissolved completely at will. Outside of that, there were no organs to speak of. No kidneys to filter out waste and no bladder to hold urine. That was because such complex, specific systems weren’t needed in a creature whose body was amorphous. Their insides pulsed around, distributing nutrients evenly throughout their body, and likewise, waste was evenly distributed amidst their biogel. Both solid and liquid waste was typically condensed just before excretion, which, in modern society, generally meant using a toilet as a human would. However, when a slime girl’s body becomes too concentrated with one type of waste or the other, or when there was some form of imbalance in their body, their body tries to correct by signaling a release, the signal of which gets stronger as time goes on. This was what was happening to Luna. She wanted to make sure she looked her absolute best, no matter what, but she realized that she was somewhat lacking in the chest and curves department. Slime girls naturally didn’t need breasts, but Luna had mimicked her friends’ development while growing up to fit in. However, she had played it modest, and now she was regretting it. Her date was her best friend since middle school, but it took her all of high school and into their second-year of college together for her to even say anything. One reason was because of her insecurities over being a slime, but the other reason was much more simple than that. Her date was Alyssa, a girl who, up until recently, she was pretty sure had no interest in dating girls, let alone slime girls. With them having been best friends, Luna couldn’t remember a time Alyssa had ever mentioned liking girls prior to a few months ago. She was always hearing about Alyssa’s boyfriends or crushes, and she figured that was the extent of it. Alyssa wasn’t into girls and Luna would wait until her crush on her best friend faded or she found someone else. That had been her plan, and had been successful up until Alyssa got drunk one night and started flirting with their very busty, definitely female bartender. Jealousy aside, just the very thought that Luna might have a sliver of a chance with Alyssa got in her head, and her feelings came rushing back all at once. She started dropping hints and Alyssa seemed to be playing along, and then the other day, after Alyssa had a near mental-breakdown over finals and Luna comforted her, Luna confessed her feelings and Alyssa had, remarkably, agreed to go out with her. That left Luna with one problem. Her figure. Given Alyssa’s choice of girls when flirting, it seemed she was into the busty ladies. Unfortunately, Luna’s figure was modest at best. Slime girls did have some amount of shapeshifting abilities, but she couldn’t add mass where there wasn’t any. She could sacrifice some of her height for a bigger chest, but in order to make it worth her while she’d need to make herself noticeably shorter. She could also gradually add more and more mass as she integrated more protein and nutrients from her diet, but it wasn’t an overnight affair. That’s why Luna had resorted to the source of her current predicament. She had oversaturated her body with external sources of fluid to temporarily boost the volume of her biogel, which helped her accomplish a bigger chest and add a little more curve to her lower half as well. However, it also had the drawback of upsetting the balance within her body, which she was interpreting as a need to release the pent up water inside of her. A feeling that, while not biologically accurate, Luna herself recognized as needing to pee. Luna was already starting to have doubts about her idea. She was already uncomfortable and she wasn’t sure how she’d fair throughout the whole date night. However, before she could change her mind, there was a knock on her door, and Luna jumped in both surprise and excitement. She threw open the door and, as she suspected, Alyssa was standing there waiting for her with a big grin on her face. “You ready to hit the town, new girlfriend?” The confident, grinning blonde asked. She was wearing a black, high-cut tank top with a purple t-shirt underneath, and a black skirt with long, purple socks that left only a few inches of her thighs visible where the skirt stopped. She even had the faintest hint of a subtle, pink lipstick that made her lips pop. Luna’s eyes were immediately drawn to them as they parted in a surprised O-shape. Luna didn’t even need to look at her date’s eyes to know exactly what they were focusing on. Her glee at her date’s shock and awe instantly quelled any regrets she had of doing this. “You’ve certainly- I mean, you… look, I give up trying to be coy about it. You’re boobs are bigger!” “Well,” Luna smiled, “I am a slime girl. We do have some control over these kinds of things.” I’ll leave off the part where I had to drink a few liters of water and electrolytes to get this effect. “Oh, that sounds fun~” Alyssa remarked playfully. Luna would have blushed if she had blood. Instead, she glanced sheepishly to the side. She wasn’t sure if she should be mad about Alyssa having lewd thoughts about her, or happy that Alyssa was outright flirting with her. It definitely quelled some of her fears. A part of her felt that this was date was happening mostly out of Alyssa not wanting to disappoint her friend. “Anyway, did you have anything planned, Luna?” Alyssa asked, “You were the one who asked me out, after all?” “I d-don’t… I don’t know, I didn’t think I’d get this far…” Luna admitted. “Pffft…” Alyssa snickered, placing a hand over her mouth. Luna immediately pouted, “Hey, d-don’t make fun of me! I’m serious!” “Wait, wait no, sorry. I’m not laughing at you,” Alyssa smiled, “You just… you said something from an old show I used to watch. It’s also a meme now. Have you seriously never seen that one? I’m sure I’ve showed you. You know, where Plankton-” Alyssa looked over at Luna and, seeing the utterly confused expression on her face, just shook her head and waved it off. “Nevermind, I’ll show you later. Anyway, Luckily for you, I have some plans. Turns out, that really cool anime movie I was telling you about has a showing over in Nova, so I figured we could head down there. And while we’re at it, we can check out that new sushi bar that opened up there! I hear the head chef’s a vampire from Japan and they’ve got a dullahan waitress, so no one will bat an eye at a slime girl walking in.” “Ah, sounds good,” Luna smiled. However, suddenly a faint pressure reminded her that she was holding onto a lot more liquid than normal, and she fidgeted uncomfortably, “You said it was in Nova? Isn’t that an hour’s drive from here?” “It’s no problem for me, I don’t mind driving us!” Alyssa smiled, “You know me, I like driving. Especially when I have good company in the seat next to me, and a good view~” At that last part, Alyssa not-so-coverty glanced back down at Luna’s new temporary figure, and smirked. It wasn’t like Luna could argue with that, and the date night did sound fun, but Luna wasn’t enthusiastic about having to be in a car for an hour before they even got their date night underway. Ordinarily she wouldn’t mind riding, in fact, she often found it soothing, but with her current predicament in mind, she wasn’t looking forward to all that jostling. Still, she forced a smile and nodded, “Sounds good, then, let’s go!” The two headed down to the parking lot where they climbed into Alyssa’s car. Since the extra liquid in her body wasn’t confined to her abdomen, sitting down didn’t heighten the physical pressure Luna was experiencing, but being in a seated position heightened her psychological urge to pee. It was likely because a sitting position was how she was most accustomed to peeing. Alyssa turned the keys to the ignition and the car started, the vibrations instantly propagating their way through Luna’s gel-like body. Almost as an innate reaction, she could feel her body start to gather liquid in her core near her crotch in preparation for release, and she fought against it until the fluid once again dissolved back into her biogel. Vibrations traveled easier through liquids than solids, and her biogel was definitely looser due to her oversaturation. As Alyssa drove off, Luna realized she would feel everything the car did to a heightened degree. Luna felt herself pressing her thighs together again. Once again, it wasn’t like there was any physical benefit from doing so. It was more an innate behavior she learned from growing up around humans, and it had a psychological comfort to her that eased her urge to pee ever so slightly. “So, I wanted to apologize,” Alyssa spoke after they had gotten on their way, “For… for breaking down the other day, I mean. I’m usually so composed and these things usually don’t get to me, but I’ve been adjusting to my new position at work and with school and everything piling up and the test being such a huge percent of my grade, I just kind of lost it, you know?” “It’s fine,” Luna smiled, both to reassure her friend, and also because she was grateful Alyssa was providing her with a distraction, “Everyone can let life get the better of them at times. You know I’m not the best with handling that kind of stuff myself.” “I know, I just… I felt bad, so I wanted to say it. Also, I feel bad that it took something like that to get you to confess to me. I should’ve been more observant. You’ve been my friend for so long and I’ve been kind of oblivious to everything.” “It’s not like I was really open about it,” Luna admitted, “I just… I never thought you’d see me like that, so I kind of hid it from you. It’s not like I was trying to get you to notice.” “I guess you’re right,” Alyssa conceded, “Still, I feel really bad about it. All those times I flirted with people or talked to you about my crushes or bragged about my boyfriends… you must’ve hated it.” “I-I didn’t really! Sure, part of me was jealous, but another part of me was just happy that you were happy. I know that probably sounds really cheesy, but I thought as long as you were enjoying yourself and having fun with the people you love, I could cheer you on in spite of my own feelings.” Alyssa smiled, “That’s really sweet, but I want you to look after yourself too, from now on! Oof!” Suddenly the car hit a pothole and jostled the whole car violently, sending shocks through Luna. She stifled a moan as she clenched her legs together, trying hard not to let Alyssa notice her discomfort. “I-I will!” Luna replied, somewhat ironically. She was currently subjecting herself to an uncomfortable predicament for Alyssa’s sake, and was seriously rethinking things. There was no way she was going to make it through the night like this. She already had to go and it would only get worse as time went on. “But… if I go to the bathroom, I’ll lose my current figure, and Alyssa will notice. I’d have to explain to her what happened. That’d be so embarrassing!” Luna sighed. Of course she had tried to gain Alyssa’s attention with her bigger bust, but at the same time, because Alyssa had taken immediate notice of it, backing down now wasn’t an option. “It’ll just be for one night. I’ll make a good first impression on our date, then go back to normal. I can even build up my current form naturally over time so I won’t have to oversaturate myself just to look like this.” Her discomfort faded as she pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind, resolved to make it through the night and enjoy her first date with Alyssa. Luckily, the rest of the hour-long car ride had been relatively uneventful, and Alyssa had come up with enough conversation topics to distract Luna from her situation. However, due to the length, Luna was now seriously desperate. Far from a nagging at the back of her mind, the slime girl’s mind was yelling at her to give up and let go. Still, despite her urges and the uncomfortable feeling within her, she tried her best to show no outward signs to Alyssa that anything was amiss. They finally pulled into a parking garage and Alyssa was the first to hop out of the car. She stretched energetically and smiled as she went around the car to open Luna’s door for her. “Alright, let’s go get the sushi first! The movie’s not for another hour and I’m starving!” Alyssa beamed as she outstretched a hand to help Luna up. Luna grabbed it and pulled herself to her feet, which sent a surge of desperation through her body. She squeaked and stumbled, feeling Alyssa catch her before she fell. The jostle when she was stopped suddenly didn’t help either, and Luna once again felt her body force the extra liquid to gather in her abdomen, desperate to be released through her crotch. “Hey, you okay?” Alyssa asked. Luna forced herself to stand, still feeling the liquid pooled in her abdomen, ready for release. She held it back and forced what she hoped was a convincing smile. “I’m fine, sorry! I was just sitting for so long,” Luna played it off. Alyssa nodded, “Yeah, it was a long drive, but we’re finally here! Let’s go get some sushi!” Luna nodded, trying to be enthusiastic despite herself, “Yes, let’s!” The walk to the sushi restaurant was torturous. The liquid in her abdomen refused to be absorbed back into her biogel, and the pressure it was putting on her to let it flow out freely was immense. She had fallen behind Alyssa in a vain hope that her blonde girlfriend wouldn’t notice. She walked carefully, with her thighs pressed together and a hand balling at the fabric of her dress. Upon reaching the restaurant, Luna’s resolve was seriously faltering. They’d be watching a movie in an hour, and it was probably at least a few hours long. There was no way she’d be able to contain all this extra liquid inside her that long, especially since she was already this desperate. Luna was seriously tempted to just rush to the bathroom and explain everything to Alyssa, embarrassment be damned. It’d be far more embarrassing if she wet herself on their date. “Then again, if I come clean now, she’ll probably be mad. I mean, I know she’s not shallow, but she’d be upset that I put myself through this. But then again, if I wind up wetting myself, I’d have to explain it anyway…” Luna shook her head. There was no way she could hold it the whole night. She’d just have to go to the bathroom and think of what to tell Alyssa later. As the two entered the restaurant, they were immediately silently greeted by a girl in a gothic lolita outfit. Or most of a girl. Her head was completely missing, with bandage covering the top of the neck, and Luna nearly screamed and wet herself out of fear before remembering that Alyssa had told her a dullahan worked here. Still, it was weird to see a dullahan without her head. “Hello, welcome to MonSushi Express!” A cheery voice sounded, matching the movements of the dullahan’s body, “I’m down here, by the way!” The two looked down at the girl’s waist and, sure enough, the dullahan’s severed head was fastened to the waist of the skirt with some kind of harness. “Normally dullahan carry their heads around with them, but as a waitress, I need both hands free,” she explained without prompting, “I apologize if my appearance is shocking or bothersome!” “It’s no problem!” Alyssa smiled, “As you can see, my girlfriend here’s a slime girl!” Luna blubbered in embarrassment at hearing Alyssa call her “girlfriend”, but nodded at the dullahan silently. “Ah, so I’m assuming a party of two?” the waitress asked, “Would you like a table, booth, or to sit at the sushi bar?” “We’ll take a booth!” Alyssa smiled. “Certainly! Right this way!” As the two were ushered into the restaurant, Luna noticed two things. One was that she didn’t see any visible restroom signs, or any obvious places where they might be. The second was that, as the dullahan lead them into the restaurant, she herself seemed to have a bit of an awkward gait. Looking down at the dullahan’s head, Luna noticed a noticeable sheen of sweat on her forehead and an uncomfortable expression that seemed to worsen as they passed by another waitress refilling a diner’s drink. “Have a seat right here!” the dullahan spoke cheerfully, placing two menus on the table. As Luna sat down, a surge of desperation hit her, and it took everything in her power not to show it. At the same time, she noticed the dullahan waitress was having trouble standing still, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she waited for them to take their seats. Maybe it was because Luna was madly desperate to pee at this point, so she was framing all their waitress’s actions through that frame of mind, but she was sure the dullahan was also in need of the restroom. “May I get you two started with a drink?” she asked, pulling out her notepad. “I’ll take a Coke,” Alyssa replied almost instantly. The dullahan turned to Luna, waiting for her answer. The last thing Luna wanted right now was more liquids, but not ordering a drink would signal to Alyssa that something was wrong. “I’ll take a water, please,” Luna replied, smiling. “Certainly!” the dullahan smiled at the two of them, “I’ll be right back with your drinks!” As she headed off, Luna could swear she saw her place a hand uncomfortably on her abdomen. Speaking of which, Luna herself desperately needed to use the bathroom. She looked around the restaurant again nervously, but still couldn’t find any signs. Now that her legs weren’t visible to Alyssa, she crossed them under the table and jammed a hand between them for good measure. She could still feel all the liquid collected in her abdomen. If she wasn't wearing her dress, the round pocket of fluid would be visible through her skin, right around where a human’s bladder would be. It would be pretty obvious she needed to pee. “See, I told you they have a dullahan waitress!” Alyssa smiled, “Isn’t this great? You won’t have to worry about people looking at you uncomfortably throughout the meal! I can’t believe people still can’t accept supernaturals these days.” “Yeah, I’m glad!,” Luna smiled. Back in town, most restaurants were run by and employed only humans, and a slime girl like herself would get a lot of unwanted attention. Usually when they went to Nova, though, those prejudices were less common. It was one of the reasons Luna was legitimately grateful Alyssa had chosen Nova as their first date’s setting of choice. “Oh, we should look over the menu so we can figure out what we want before the waitress comes back!” Alyssa realized, opening the menu, “Oh, so many good choices!” Luna looked down at the menu and skimmed over it half-heartedly, taking yet another opportunity to look around for the restrooms. There still weren’t any signs in sight, and Luna was getting worried. “The waitress looked like she had to go too. What if there aren’t any bathrooms here? No, that’s ridiculous. They wouldn’t open a restaurant in a building with no bathrooms. I’m pretty sure that isn’t allowed. Oh, but what if they’re out of order? No no, still, I should ask… But what do I do if she says they are out of order?” The waitress came back a few minutes later with their drinks, setting each down in front of them. The very sight of water made Luna’s body remind her of her need. “Phew, here you two go! Sorry it took so long, we’re pretty swamped tonight! I haven’t even had a chance to take my break yet!” the dullahan noted. She shifted on her legs uncomfortably, and that all but confirmed her predicament for Luna. “Anyway, are you guys ready to order, or do you need a few minutes?” “I’m ready,” Alyssa answered, glancing over at Luna, “Are you ready?” “Yeah,” Luna nodded. She really wanted to ask the waitress where the restrooms were, but after the dullahan confessed she hadn’t had the chance to go to the bathroom, the slime girl felt that asking would be insensitive. “I’ll ask when she comes back with our food, that way I’m not asking for the bathroom right after she hinted that she needed to go too.” “Anyway, what will you have?” Luna looked up and noticed the dullahan was looking at her expectantly. Alyssa had already ordered while she was lost in thought. “Oh, I’ll take the spicy tuna and the Nova special,” Luna replied, recalling the two things her brain had noticed on the menu. “Alright. And will that be it for you two? Did you want to add a dessert or anything?” “No, I think we’re good,” Alyssa smiled, “We’re going to catch a movie after this, so we probably won’t have time.” “Oh, sounds exciting!” the dullahan smiled, “I’ll put in a special order for the chef, have him expedite the order so you two don’t miss your movie on our watch!” “Thank you, that’d be great!” Alyssa smiled. “Yes, thank you,” Luna added. The dullahan waitress hobbled off, her legs clearly pressed together and her body clearly stiff and uncomfortable. As Luna watched her head off, she felt a pang of empathy ring out from her own abdomen, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “Man, I really feel that with the no break thing,” Alyssa sighed, “Remember last Thursday when I complained that Jason called out for work again so I was stuck with a double-shift? Well, our shifts overlapped, so there was a whole hour where I was working the registers alone at like, the busiest time of the day. It was awful.” “Oh yeah, you were really upset that day, I remember you telling me,” Luna recalled. “Man, I was pissed. Our manager was in the back for a “phone meeting” so I was the only one watching both registers and like, halfway through I had to pee but when I tried to buzz my manager to get help she didn’t respond and I couldn’t just leave the registers unattended so I had to hold it the whole freaking time, and then even when Kaitlyn came in the store was so busy I didn’t want to leave the poor girl alone at the registers because she’s only been there for like, three weeks. I nearly pissed myself but the manager finally came out and it slowed down so I was able to go.” Luna nodded, listening to Alyssa’s story. She was trying to be a good friend. Trying to be a good girlfriend, even, but Alyssa talking about needing to pee only reminded her of her own needs. The slime girl shifted in her seat and jammed her hand further between her legs under the table. She was so desperate it wasn’t funny and she sincerely hoped the waitress would come back so she could ask her where the bathroom was. “I swear, next time that happens, I’m literally just locking down the registers and hoping for the best. I’m not gonna piss myself just to help a couple customers. It’s my manager’s fault for not scheduling more than two people on the afternoon shift when it gets busy as hell. And Jason should just be fired already. He’s called out like, five times in the past year, and all of them are bullshit excuses… I’m sorry, I’m going on a total rant.” “Oh, no, it’s fine,” Luna smiled, “I know how stressed out your job can be sometimes. I’m sorry they don’t really treat you right there.” “It’s not all bad, just sometimes we’re understaffed,” Alyssa admitted. “A-alright, here you two go!” The dullahan came hobbling back, carrying two large plates with their sushi orders arranged on them decoratively. She was definitely struggling by this point, her forehead beaded with sweat as she struggled to walk somewhat normally. Luna bet she wanted nothing more than to jam both hands between her legs and hobble off to the bathroom. Part of the slime girl really wished she would. At least she could follow the dullahan’s path and find the bathroom without having to ask. “Enjoy, and let me know if you need anything else!” The dullahan looked ready to rush off, but Luna stopped her by holding up her hand. “Ah, before you go, could you please tell me where the restrooms are?” Luna was a bit embarrassed asking, and felt bad when she saw the look of envy that flooded over the dullahan’s face, but the waitress forced a smile and nodded. “It’s right over there, by the back corner! See the sign? Sorry it’s so hard to see. It’s not lit up yet because there were some wiring problems we discovered when we first opened, but we couldn’t get an electrician out until next week.” “That’s fine, thank you!” Luna stood up and immediately regretted it. A surge of desperation flooded through her and she nearly stumbled into the dullahan. However, she was able to regain her balance and turn around to Alyssa. “I’ll be right back!” Alyssa nodded. Luna walked to the bathroom, trying to be as natural as possible. As she walked off, she saw the dullahan hobble off desperately in the opposite direction, away from relief. Luna felt bad for the girl, but her own predicament was paramount. Luna made her way to the bathroom and the second she turned into the short hallway and was sure she was out of Alyssa’s line of sight, she jammed her hands into her crotch and hobbled the rest of the way to the bathroom. She reached for the doorknob and her heart nearly sunk when the knob wouldn’t turn. She heard someone call out “someone’s in here!” from inside and she panicked. Her knees buckled as she fought the urge to let go right here. Because she had been so sure all she had to do was wait for the waitress to come back to ask for the bathroom, her body had mentally prepared for her to relieve herself. Now that she could not, she almost wet herself merely from the expectation of getting to pee. Luna waited at the bathroom door for what felt like an eternity, though in reality it was probably closer to minutes, and the woman inside didn’t seem inclined to leave anytime soon. She desperately fought to keep it all inside her as she waited for her chance at relief. As she waited, she realized what would happen if she really went now. She’d have to go back to the table and explain to Alyssa that she had been holding it in to make her boobs bigger. The idea seemed reasonable, even good, when Luna first conceptualized it. Yet now she was regretting that decision. Alyssa would think that Luna thought she was shallow. It might leave a bad taste in her mouth for the rest of her date. Worse still, if the person didn’t get out of the bathroom soon, Luna would have to explain more than just why her boobs shrunk. She’d have to explain why she wet herself as well. Luna didn’t want to have to explain to Alyssa either of those things. Luna was about to collapse onto the ground in the effort of holding it all in when finally she heard the sound of the toilet flushing behind the door. The sound was almost enough to make her wet herself, but somehow she managed to hold it all in. Even through the sound of the woman washing her hands in the sink, Luna held herself and managed to contain all the liquid she had pent up inside her. She wasn’t sure how, but she was still dry when the woman opened the door in front of her. It took all of Luna’s self-control to avoid barging in and shoving the woman out of the bathroom so she could finally have relief. She forced herself to stand upright and somewhat presentably as the woman exited the bathroom and entered in after her. As soon as the door was closed, Luna had scant seconds to pull down her panties and sit herself down onto the seat before the floodgates opened. All the water, which had built up inside her and collected waste products from her biogel, flowed out in a green stream at full force into the toilet bowl. The relief she felt in that moment was so blissful she almost forgot why she had been so desperate in the first place. Luna felt her boobs shrink as her body returned to its normal shape. Before they were pressing out noticeably against the fabric of her dress, but now the fabric was relaxed. It wasn’t like she didn’t have any chest, but it was definitely a noticeable difference. As Luna continued to relieve herself, she heard someone jiggle the doorknob to the bathroom and panicked knocking. “Oh, please, please hurry up!” It was the dullahan’s voice. Apparently she had gotten her break after all, but now Luna was occupying the only bathroom. It was a small restaurant, so Luna wasn’t surprised they only had one set of bathrooms. Luna finished up and the dullahan waitress once again knocked on the door frantically. “Please tell me you’re done in there, I’m about to wet myself!” Luna didn’t answer, instead pulling up her panties, adjusting her dress, and flushing. She looked at herself in the mirror. It was definitely noticeable something had changed. Not only were her boobs smaller, but because they had been bigger, the dress had been noticeably stretched out and wrinkled to accommodate the bigger size. Now that they were normal again, her dress made her chest look almost deflated. “I look like a wreck… what am I gonna tell Alyssa? What if she winds up hating me for it…” Now that Luna had relieved herself, the utter desperation and just wanting to pee was replaced with dread at facing the predicament she had placed herself in. Luna went over to the sink and started washing her hands, earning her an audible moan of desperation outside the door. As the water ran over her biogel, Luna thought of something else. She had held it in for a while, and it had taken a few hours for the excess water in her body to be processed before it needed to be excreted. It wasn’t like she had just drank a bunch of water earlier and suddenly had to pee. It took her body time to notice imbalances in her biogel. If she were to absorb a bunch of water here in the bathroom, she could regain her busty form, and it would reasonably take a few hours for her to start feeling it again. That would give her enough time to get through the dinner and most of the movie, and even if she had to hold it at the tail end of the date as well, she held it over the entire hour-long drive and then some. She wasn’t looking forward to having to hold it again, let alone ever getting that desperate, but at least she could keep the facade up for a bit longer. Next time she saw Alyssa, she could say that she did something special for their first date and it would take her a bit to build up to that figure for longer than a few hours. “It’s a lot better than having to face the truth. I can do this! It’s not like I don’t have at least a few hours before having to pee again!” Luna began soaking up the water flowing from the bathroom sink. She could drink it, of course, but she could just as easily absorb it through her skin. It was way easier to hold her hands near the faucet, even if it would take a bit longer. “Please hurry up! I can’t hold it!” The dullahan banged on the door outside, desperation clear in her voice. Luna felt bad, but she needed to regain her busty form for the rest of her date with Alyssa. She’d only be a few minutes more anyway. As she stood in the mirror, Luna saw her boobs expand slowly back out to fill her dress properly. She stopped a little short of where they were last time. She didn’t think Alyssa would notice, and the less water she used, the longer she had before having to pee again. She turned the water off and headed over to the door. She barely had enough time to turn the handle before the door burst open and the dullahan rushed in. “Sorry, I’m practically wetting myself already! Get out of the way!” The dullahan rushed over to the toilet without even closing the door and struggled with her elaborate outfit. She was wearing a frilly dress with leggings and a petticoat as part of her gothic lolita style. The waitress danced around desperately as she balled up large parts of her outfit, trying to reach her leggings and panties to take them off. She moaned and gasped as a solid spurt leaked out between her legs and hit the bathroom floor with a loud patter. “Oh no no no! Please, just a few seconds longer!” The dullahan begged her body, trying to contain herself long enough to get her clothes off so she could pee. She struggled with her clothes for a few more seconds before another spurt escaped. She jammed her hands between her legs for a frantic moment, then realized that would just spread the flood around if she did burst. She tore her hands out from between her legs, spread them, and cursed as she tore her leggings at the crotch and moved her panties out of the way. She let out another substantial spurt onto the floor as she hobbled to the toilet and plopped herself onto it the wrong way around, practically hugging the water tank as she finally let go full force into the toilet. The sound was a powerful hissing, like a pressure washer, louder than Luna’s own flow had been. It was clear the dullahan had been holding it for hours. She let out an almost orgasmic moan before her head shifted in the harness that strapped it to her waist and she noticed that Luna was still standing there, staring wide-eyed at her, as she hadn’t had the opportunity to leave the bathroom yet. Her face lit up like a christmas tree and Luna could hear her flow stop for a split second as though she was trying to hold it until Luna had a chance to leave. Luna opened the bathroom door and barely had a chance to close it before she could hear the dullahan waitress let out another moan and start peeing again at full-force. Luna was acutely aware of how close she came to what just happened to the dullahan. Her hand went to her abdomen subconsciously as she recalled how much pressure had built up inside her. For now, though, she was feeling much better, and she still had the fruits of her efforts, so to speak. She might wind up having to pee again later, but for now she made her way back to Alyssa with a full chest and an empty bladder, ready to approach the rest of their date night with renewed determination. To be continued...
  4. stargrazer

    Lamia Luvs

    From the album: Stargrazer's art

    Poor Kimihito was forced into a diaper by Miia for whatever silly reason the lamia girl came up with. Now he needs to pee, badly - but how could he just wet himself with one of his girlfriends wrapped around him so tightly? P.s. the ball screaming "IPPAI" is his bladder :P
  5. A god incarnate. A bladder doomed. Concept assistance, art commission, and support: pnesfan Editing: pnesfan, Sake, MasterXploder --------------- The sun shone brightly over Monster Island, a landmass in the Pacific Ocean that served as the home of Earth's giant humanoid monsters, the kaiju. It was better than allowing their almost-unanimously violent selves to roam free, where they could attack human cities, where they were close to unstoppable, where they had the potential to be the most devastating disaster in a country's history. One would think that taking all that aggression and localizing it in one place was asking for bloodshed, but there was one thing that kept the peace, one solitary wall that stood between monster coexistence and all-out war: Godzilla. Standing a full 50 meters tall, the nuclear Godzilla held the position of alpha kaiju; no one would dare cross her, lest they find themselves on the receiving end of her atomic breath. Most hadn't even contested the title, not when Godzilla was so threatening at a mere glance. With her mean stare, sharp teeth, large muscles, rock-solid abs that somehow always found their way into view no matter her wardrobe, and two large “atom bombs” beneath her shirt, she just looked like a force to be reckoned with. And so, Monster Island became the way it was today, a secluded place where kaiju of all sizes could live without fear of the human military or each other. But today was not a day for Godzilla to show off or assert her dominance. Today, she was sleeping on the beach and soaking her feet in the gentle waves, letting the sun's heat warm her cold-blooded body. She wore a form-fitting white shirt with an unbuttoned midriff, along with tight gray jeans, her dorsal spines stuck into the sand, and her extremely long, black hair served as a cushion between her back and the rough granules. This was ideal, this was comfortable, and she wanted nothing more than to have an uneventful nap. (Original design by Okamura) “Hello there! How are you doing today, Godzooky?” But alas, it was not meant to be. That voice immediately roused Godzilla from her slumber, and she had no choice but to open her eyes. Standing on the beach by Godzilla's head, literally hovering over her, was Mothra. Mothra was a smaller kaiju than Godzilla, measuring up to only 42 meters with a much thinner frame, yet despite that disadvantage, her authority was no less accepted among the monsters. Even in an outfit as elegant as her orange patterned kimono and short feather boa, she had a commanding presence that permitted her to even approach Godzilla, and so casually... and to cut off Godzilla's sun with her giant, outstretched wings. (Original design by Kukuruyo) And Godzilla didn't like it. “Call me by that inane pet name again, and you're gonna need another fucking reincarnation,” she growled, closing her eyes again. “Oh, Godzilla, what terrible language!” Brushing her kimono down onto her legs, and relaxing the two insect appendages protruding from her waist, Mothra sat down next to Godzilla on the warm sand. “You're not gonna leave me alone, are you?” Grumbling, Godzilla pushed herself up, taking a sitting position next to Mothra. And Mothra was all too happy about that, leaning over and resting her head on Godzilla's shoulder. “You're really grumpy today. I just want to hang out with my friend.” “Then you don't know anything about your 'friend', or else you'd know not to bother me when I just want to sleep.” “Aw, come on,” Mothra chirped, nuzzling her head against Godzilla's shoulder. “You can't tell me you don't like having me around.” Godzilla got ready to argue that, how everyone else was annoying and she was a loner, but she wasn't a liar. She appreciated Mothra's company, but she'd never say it out loud, and Mothra didn't need to hear it. “You're not even going to ask about the research Dr. Serizawa was doing with me?” “Dr. who?” “Serizawa. The man with Monarch that's doing the most to study us, understand us and help the rest of the humans to understand us too.” “Oh, that guy. Listen, there's so many humans out there, I really can't be expected to remember any of their names.” “You really should try to be nicer to humans, Godzilla. They're already scared of you because of your...penchant for collateral damage.” “Listen, I'm big, and I can't fly over all their structures. A little damage is inevitable.” “Mhm, and what about that big bridge you tore through?” “Hey, they started shooting at me first!” “But I think they can learn to love you if you show them just a little more respect.” “What, and have them start worshiping me? Making journeys to see me, never getting out of my damn way, singing at me while I'm trying to sleep? No thanks. It's not like I hate them, but I don't know how you can stand being so nice to them.” Mothra opened her mouth, ready to defend humanity, but she was interrupted by a piercing roar crossing the oceans. Not just because it was a loud noise, but merely hearing the bellow sent Godzilla into a frenzy. She jumped to her feet, her eyes widened and pupils shrunk, she bared her teeth, and let out an earth-shaking roar all her own. “And now they're using that damn ORCA's alpha roar again! I hate that fucking sound!” Godzilla had never gotten along with the ORCA, a human supersonic machine that attempted to talk to kaiju with various animalistic commands. Mothra, who didn't have the same violent reaction to the alpha challenge, pieced something else together. “No, they've exposed me to a lot of different ORCA sounds, and that's not it. There's another monster in Japan, a new one. I'm sure of it. And I don't think I like the sound of it.” Mothra spread her giant wings and lifted into the air, blowing sand all around from the massive flaps, hovering over the water. Likewise, Godzilla brushed her jeans down, scraping off the sticking sand. “And I don't like the sound of someone else parading around like they're the big game! I'll teach them a lesson and make them know their place!” She began cracking her knuckles and flexing her muscles, followed up by extending her legs out and stretching. That's when she noticed a little ache beneath her abs, a small need she had ignored in her sleep. Or maybe it was a bit more serious than that, judging by the intensity emanating from the area, to the point it was worth noticing. Godzilla had intended to spend the day asleep, so to ensure she wouldn't need to wake up for meals, she had filled up on fish and water earlier. Nature had taken its course inside her giant body, so while her stomach no longer felt full, her bladder right below it certainly did. Should really take a piss before we go, this is just irritating. Godzilla was about to ask for a few minutes before departing so she could drain the tank, but another thought got in the way before she could open her mouth. But Hedorah's been dumping his shit over there, and I really don't want to deal with that smell. And I wanna show that monster who's boss right now. She mulled it over for a second, trying to estimate how long it would be until she returned to the island were she to leave, and if she would be okay. The thinking was slow-going, Godzilla was not known for her intricate intelligence, leaving Mothra confused. “Godzilla? Aren't you coming?” Yeah, I can hold it. I'd be pathetic if I couldn't. “I'm always ready to kick some monster ass!” With a running start, Godzilla dove into the water and began swimming at high speed towards Japan, with Mothra flying close behind, both braced for a great monster battle. --------------- “Report from the JSDF has come in,” Dr. Ilene Chen announced through the command room of Monarch, the world's leading kaiju researchers, stationed in a large sea vessel off the Port of Tokyo. “The evacuation of Tokyo is complete, and they're willing to wait for our next move.” Dr. Ishiro Serizawa leaned onto the railing blocking off the bridge window overlooking the city. “Generous of the military to leave the situation in our hands when we don't have a card to play. I take it their tools are still incomplete?” “No sign of projects Kiryu, MOGUERA, or Jaguar being deployed,” Sam Coleman reported. “I take it we're throwing ourselves at the mercy of the kaiju once again?” “Gojira shall keep the balance of the world,” Serizawa insisted, referring to Godzilla in his native Japanese tongue, while watching the monster of the day trample through Tokyo. “Of course, that requires she show up first.” As this new kaiju emerged from behind a tall skyscraper, it became clear how outmatched Monarch would be if they entered the battlefield. Standing a slender 60 meters tall was the giant redhead monster woman, with a scaly tail topped with an orange fin, much like the ones on her ears and the webbing between her fingers, dressed very scarcely in a red, black-dotted bikini. And worst of all, despite Monarch's extensive kaiju records, nothing of this monster appeared in their files, leaving them blind. To their benefit, the monster wasn't the quiet sort, as it started laughing with high-pitched squeals. “Humans that shunned Dr. Mafune, you shall soon meet the fate you simpleminded fools deserve! For I, Titanosaurus, prehistoric creature of the sea, shall show you the power you mocked so long ago!” Silence fell over the members of Monarch as they listened to the villainous motive speech. Only Rick Stanton had a relevant comment. “Guess that saves us the trouble of naming it, doesn't it?” Vivienne Graham, Serizawa's right hand woman, turned to the doctor. “Dr. Mafune? She couldn't mean...Dr. Shinzo Mafune?” “Friend of yours,” Sam asked. “I think kaiju types just gravitate towards each other,” Rick added. “There'd be no other way to make an organization like ours.” “Dr. Mafune was an old proponent of the existence of kaiju, in the era of my father,” Serizawa explained. “However, this was before creatures like Gojira truly surfaced, and public knowledge of the kaiju was a closely-guarded secret. Because he could never provide solid proof of his findings, he was shunned from the scientific community, and hasn't been heard from since. Perhaps now, his discovery has become the instrument of his revenge.” Suddenly, their ship began undulating, quickly enough that those standing had to put a hand on something to balance themselves. At first, everyone looked at Titanosaurus, worried she had begun her destruction, only to find her still trampling aimlessly around the roads. Then, they turned out to the ocean horizon, and there laid the explanation for the unusual waves. “It's Mothra,” Ilene exclaimed, watching as the majestic winged monster flew towards Tokyo, causing ripples on the water's surface with each flap. And rising from the depths, gallons of seawater streaming down her body, was the alpha ready to defend her title, a sight that made Serizawa smile. “And Gojira.” He turned back to his team, extending an arm with a commanding posture. “This is not simply Gojira's fight! Get in contact with Captain Douglas Gordon, and tell him to begin a search for Dr. Mafune!” The two kaiju reached land soon enough, after Mothra flew ahead and reached down to help pull Godzilla up out of the harbor. They locked eyes with Titanosaurus, who had stopped all rampaging in Godzilla's presence, and was tensing, breathing heavy, and readying herself. Godzilla stayed lax, though still angry, and belted a loud roar that shattered the glass of the nearby buildings. --------------- “Godzilla, please don't do that while I'm standing next to you,” Mothra complained, covering her ears. “Toughen up. We got a fight coming, though it's looking like it's not gonna be much of a battle.” A cocky, toothy smirk spread across Godzilla's face. Titanosaurus found it occasion to laugh as well, with just as much confidence. “Hahahaha! I have been-” Godzilla interrupted. “Agh, you've got the most annoying laugh I've ever heard!” “Quiet! Life evolved from the ocean, and as a creature of the depths, I stand atop the monsters of this world! I shall be alpha over all, land or sea!” Godzilla gave a hearty guffaw. “You? Yeah, you've got height, but you're built like a skeleton! By all means, take the alpha title from me, you can see how much of a dumbass you are from the ground when we're done with you!” Mothra stepped forward, sneaking around Godzilla's stocky frame to stand beside her. “I'm not quite so crude in my declarations, but I will not stand for any who take out their aggressions on the human populace.” Titanosaurus held her arms in front of her face in a fighting pose, and Mothra followed suit in a wider stance, her insectoid appendages repeatedly poking at the air in front of her in a menacing fashion. A long, uncomfortable silence followed as the two waited for the other to make the first move. All the while, Godzilla was watching, tapping her foot. Get started any time...kinda wanted to finish this quickly... True, she wanted to get back to Monster Island to resume her nap, but that was far from the only, or the most prominent, reason for wanting this over and done with. In truth, Godzilla's need to urinate had only grown stronger - much stronger - in the hours between Monster Island and Tokyo. In her many, many years of existence, it seemed Godzilla had never quite gotten the hang of telling just how much of a problem her bladder would become. She had felt her fluids increasing the entire swim here, not helped by the extra seawater she swallowed on the way, and now she was carrying an ocean of her own. And of course she hadn't released a yellow cloud through the Pacific. I really don't want to deal with Ebirah's wrath now... All that added up to a very, very desperate kaiju in Tokyo. And with Mothra and Titanosaurus still in their pre-fight stalemate, Godzilla's patience had run out. “Enough waiting around, I'm going!” She charged forward with her fist clenched and wound back before anyone could react, springing forward and delivering a furious punch with the force of a rocket. A punch that found nothing but air as its target. Titanosaurus sidestepped at the last moment, the wind blowing her hair around. Despite the fact that a hit like that could have taken her head off, Titanosaurus recovered without delay, reaching out and wrapping her arms around Godzilla's, applying downward force, turning Godzilla's momentum against her and sending her tumbling forward, landing face first on the pavement with the force of an earthquake. With nothing but concrete in her view, she didn't even see Mothra take the opening and fly forward like a missile to tackle Titanosaurus down a dozen blocks. While her top-heavy airbags kept her propped up somewhat, the force of the impact was plenty strong enough that her stomach hit the ground, and even her rock-hard abs couldn't perfectly shield her bladder from the shock. “Agh!” Scrambling to get back up on one knee, legs trembling, Godzilla clutched her abdomen. “Argh, I can feel it bulging through here! Can't believe I need to take this bad a piss now...” Some part of her entertained the prospect of eliminating this problem at its root, and just take her leak now. Why shouldn't I? It's annoying, just let it out and I won't have to think about it! That's when she heard another Titanosaurus roar from behind a building, and she had her answer. “No, I'm not doing that until this loser is bruised!” I will not be looked down upon as the monster who needed to empty her bladder during a fight! With a sense of renewed determination, and a modest respect for her delicate condition, Godzilla charged towards the source of the shout. As soon as she turned the corner, she was whacked back down on her ass by a giant moth landing on her. She wrapped her arms around Mothra's waist as they collided, just stopping the two from sliding back into the harbor. “Hey, watch where you're flying!” “Thanks for the catch, Godzilla. This Titanosaurus is a lot more skilled than I expected. We'll need to come up with a plan-” “I'm pounding this girl's shit in, right now!” Tossing Mothra off to the side, Godzilla ran straight for her opponent again, roaring throughout the entire approach. The problem was, Godzilla was not known for her speed. With her charge starting a fair distance away from Titanosaurus, and her scream giving her away, Titanosaurus had time to prepare a counterattack. She had ample time to dodge, but instead planted her feet and stood her ground. Just as Godzilla started to mock her for even attempting to compete in a contest of muscles, the intention was made clear. Right before Godzilla could connect a punch, Titanosaurus swiftly raised her knee, straight into the alpha's stomach, stopping her in her tracks and knocking the breath right out of her lungs. And of course, it wasn't just her stomach that took the punishment. She knows exactly what she's fucking doing, aiming there! She's dead! ...As soon as I can move. Again, Godzilla doubled over, gasping for breath and grabbing her abs, putting her in the perfect position for Titanosaurus to raise her other knee and nail Godzilla in the jaw, sending her tumbling onto her back. Again. “Is this all the power the great alpha can muster,” Titanosaurus laughed, raising a fist into the sky, blocking out the sun, pointed downwards and ready to pound down. “Perhaps now you understand the true horrors of the deep!” Godzilla could hardly look up at the impending attack, with the sun's bright rays shining from behind the clenched hand, between the fingers, and off the glass windows directly behind, but she knew she would be taking the brunt of it. She was on her back, too heavy to roll out of the way, a little stiff from her bursting desperation, she would just need to suck it up and take it like the big monster she was. However, the ground-bound punch never touched down, intercepted by a glob of sticky white silk, binding Titanosaurus's hand to the skyscraper with tough webbing. Mothra, wiping her mouth with her sleeve, rushed to Godzilla's aid and pulled her to her feet. “Godzilla, be careful! You're causing a lot of damage to the city!” “Yeah, I'm fine, Mothra, nice of you to worry,” Godzilla mumbled, brushing dirt and debris out of her hair. “Good work pinning her down. Now I can deal the finishing blow.” Approaching the aquatic adversary, Godzilla raised her own arm in much the same way Titanosaurus had, tensing her muscles and baring her fangs, ready to thrust the fist forward and end this charade, before her bursting bladder could decide for her. However, Titanosaurus wasn't out of the game yet. With only one arm bound, she remained able to pivot around, turning her back to the other kaiju, presenting her finned tail. And Godzilla didn't like that. “What kind of a last-ditch survival effort is this?! You think showing your tail is gonna save your skin from me?! I'm a girl too, dumbass!” Shaking with anger, Godzilla wound her fist even further back, ready to deliver the punch of a lifetime. That was when she locked up. A huge punch to the gut, from her gut, immobilized her and froze her like a coating of solid ice. With every breath she took, she could feel a massive wave of hot piss pounding and slamming against the walls of her bladder, if there even was an ounce of room for the urine to slosh around. You're fucking kidding me! I am going to explode if this bastard doesn't go down soon! Just...need to...hold...it! As Godzilla trembled in place, making no outwards movements to give away her intense desperation, Titanosaurus took her opening with a confident smirk. Swinging her tail from side to side, with real power behind each swish, the fin began kicking up a gust of gale force winds directed straight at the monsters. Hovering in the air, Mothra had the worst of it, sent tumbling and spinning far away from the site. Godzilla, with solid footing and high mass, wasn't impacted by the cyclone nearly as heavily. Meaning she was only knocked backwards, sliding back down the road. And the landing was not kind to Godzilla or her bladder. “Agah! Shit, ow!” Every animalistic instinct in her screamed to grab at her crotch and cross her legs like a vice, pleading that it was necessary to avoid what would surely be a gargantuan flood. Instead, the proud Godzilla couldn't bear to tarnish her dignity with such a demeaning act, and refused to hold herself in even the slightest capacity. Of course, there was only so much resisting she could do, and she did squirm endlessly as she lay, rubbing her knees against one another as they towered above the rest of her body, thrusting her groin upwards in the throes of agony. With significant struggling of her own, Titanosaurus freed her stuck hand, even if it was only by ripping a chunk of the building off, webbing and all. “Hahahaha!” Slamming the hand against the steel frame of the building multiple times, shattering any glass and support beams nearby, she finally freed the appendage, stretching her fingers out now that they could breathe. “It was a good attempt, 'alpha', but clearly, you're just not up to the challenge.” “Damn it! Laugh it up, fish face, it's the last time you'll get to smile with all your teeth intact!” Forcing her bottom half to stop spasming and stay still, Godzilla strained to lift herself and stand back up, feeling the two tons of pee stored in her bladder fall victim to gravity's downward pull, like the entire organ could fall straight down through her pussy and into her pants. At the same time, Mothra had recovered and returned, scratched up but no less determined, both kaiju on the ropes. --------------- “Captain Gordon says Dr. Mafune has been found and is in custody,” Ilene reported. Serizawa nodded. “Now if only he could tell us how to stop the kaiju he unleashed. This isn't turning out to be the decisive Gojira victory I had anticipated.” “Yeah, why is she struggling so much,” Vivienne questioned, turning to face the doctor. “It's unbelievable that the ones who defeated King Ghidorah would have so much trouble with a normal kaiju,” Serizawa concurred. “Perhaps another factor is affecting Gojira's performance.” A silence swept over the Monarch command room as everyone thought what could possibly hamper Godzilla's power, and Rick just happened to come up with the first plausible reason. “We don't have any idea what she does on Monster Island, maybe she's got a Godzilla Jr. on the way.” Whether because no one could argue that, or because no one wanted to dignify it with an argument, the crew instead elected to continue to watch the battle through the windows. There wasn't much point, however, as the story stayed the same: Godzilla charging forward blindly, having her attacks turned against her by Titanosaurus, and Mothra getting knocked away in one form or another. It was hardly a pretty sight. However, looking wasn't a total waste. “Wait, does anyone else see something on Titanosaurus's neck?” Sam pointed, everyone else focused on that, and sure enough, something glistened in the sunlight, reflecting off a tiny silver protrusion stuck in the back of the kaiju's collar. It didn't take long for Vivienne to come up with a theory. “It couldn't be...could Dr. Mafune have constructed something similar to our Project T?” “Wait, Project T,” Rick questioned. “That mind-control thing that we scrapped super long ago?” Serizawa shook his head, slowly and somberly. “It was arrogant to think man could control the monsters, as if they could ever submit to our whims. However, Dr. Mafune's hubris may work in our favor. If we can communicate this with Gojira, she can aim for it and end the battle quickly.” Sam threw his arms in the air, exasperated. “Yeah, and how do you propose we do that? We can't exactly just strike up a conversation with them.” Ilene snapped her fingers in realization. “The ORCA! We might be able to send a message to the kaiju.” “That may be the only chance, but it's not going to be precise,” Vivienne cautioned. “The ORCA can only produce certain sounds, so we'll need to hope that Godzilla and Mothra can decipher it.” “Do it. I have faith in Gojira.” Still, Serizawa looked out the window, watching the melee nervously as the new onboard ORCA booted up. “Why do you struggle so much, Gojira?” It was only then that Godzilla's predicament became apparent. After being knocked back once again, the kaiju slammed her legs together and rubbed them against one another, like a caveman rubbing sticks to start a fire, all while Mothra was keeping Titanosaurus busy. Suddenly, everything clicked in Serizawa's mind. “Oh no.” --------------- “AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH! That is fucking it! I'm ending this now!” To say that Godzilla had run out of patience was an understatement, her patience had packed its bags and run off to America. Not just because Titanosaurus was annoying, but because her bladder was beyond stretched out with urine. Its walls were practically cracking at the internal pressure, filled up as far as it could physically go, backed up to her kidneys where the situation and agony were much the same. Frankly, the fact that she hadn't released that flood into her pants long ago was incredible, not to mention the fortitude required to resist springing even the slightest leak. She wasn't about to push her luck, however, and wanted this over with immediately. Taking a power stance with her feet spread apart at shoulder width, a position she really did not want to adopt for obvious reasons, she took a deep breath and focused her energy, what little she could spare from the endless fight in her bladder. Starting from the bottom, her dorsal spines began emitting a blue glow, igniting upwards at increasing speed, each light creating a higher tone until it reached the top. Godzilla opened her mouth, now with bright blue shooting from the back of her throat. This was the prelude to her signature attack, the atomic breath. Hovering off on the side, Mothra saw it coming, and something about it freaked her out. “No, Godzilla, don't!” But it was too late to abort, and a plume of blue radioactive energy jetted from Godzilla's mouth, lighting up the daytime sky with its sheer brightness. And it moved so quickly that Titanosaurus, who had no idea what to expect, couldn't possibly avoid the attack, instead taking the blast head-on. The impact was strong enough to kick up a cloud of dust and debris large enough to completely envelop the kaiju in smoke. Once Titanosaurus was obscured, Mothra rushed up to Godzilla, grabbing her by the shoulders and wrapping her insectoid legs around Godzilla's torso like it would actually restrain her. “Why did you keep attacking her?!” “Because she's our enemy, dipshit! She was attacking us, in case you forgot!” “But don't you hear that?” “Now's hardly the time for careful listening!” How could she possibly pay attention to anything, when her own body was causing her a world of hurt, one that needed the utmost concentration to not “take care of itself”? “Just listen!” Since it was clear that Mothra wasn't going to shut up about it, Godzilla stopped fighting back and opened her ears for whatever it was she was talking about. She heard the wind blowing, she especially heard the waves crashing, nothing out of the ordinary and definitely nothing worth getting on her case about. Then, she heard it, a high-pitched whining coming from the water, repeating one word over and over: “Friend. Friend. Friend.” To say that awakened Godzilla's fury would be a dire understatement. “Really?! They think now is a good time to use that damn ORCA?! I'm a little too busy to be having a leisurely chat!” “No, don't you get it, Godzilla?” No, I'm kinda fucking distracted right now! Do you have any idea how much boiling piss I'm still holding in?! “They're telling us 'friend' for a reason, it has to be important somehow.” “Alright, what's your point?” At this point, Godzilla was speaking through clenched teeth, holding back an urge to punch Mothra about half as strong as her urge to pee, tapping her foot hard enough to crack the asphalt street. Not out of impatience, but as the best imitation she could do of a full-blown potty dance. “I think they're trying to tell us that Titanosaurus isn't our enemy. Maybe there's something about her that we missed. And you might have just blasted her to Planet X!” Perhaps just to discredit Mothra, the obstructing cloud suddenly dissipated, revealing a still-standing Titanosaurus, no worse for wear, aside from maybe a few singed edges on her swimsuit. However, the maybe-not-evil kaiju was not focused on her opponents, instead clutching the sides of her head as she screamed and writhed in agony. “Stop that infernal noise! Stop it!” Mothra recovered her composure in no time and released her friend, jumping from worried to ready. “You see that thing on her neck? It must be causing her to act out in ways that she normally wouldn't!” Even with her brain swimming in pee, Godzilla got the message. “So smash that thing and we're done. About damn time!” “We've got an opening while she's in pain, I'll distract her and hold her down, you go in for the final hit.” Without waiting for any form of confirmation, Mothra flew ahead and tackled Titanosaurus, wrapping every one of her limbs around the kaiju and smothering her with her “twins”. Finally...I can finally end this shit, and take a pi...a pi...a piAAAAAHHHHH I'M GOING TO PISS MYSELF HERE! Godzilla's joints all locked up as she entered a silent frenzy, her nerves all freaking out as her bladder spasmed in yet another desperate attempt to void its contents. Her cheeks began glowing red from the strain, sweating out heat enough to cause a meltdown. I don't think I'm going to make this one! All the while, Titanosaurus was finally regaining her bearings, now noticing the giant hug of sorts she was on the receiving end of. “H-hey, get off me, bug!” She started whipping her torso around, creating as many sudden, jerky movements she could without falling over in the changed center of gravity. With each shake, Mothra felt her fingers slipping. “Godzilla! Hurry up and act! Now!” “Damn it...DAMN IT!” I will not lose it here, not with a fight left unfinished! I will not wet myself, not ever! Godzilla forced herself to take a step forward, like she was breaking free from inside a glacier. Though it was a short step, the instant her legs separated, her bladder practically leapt for joy at the prospect that it had an open path to jet its contents straight through. I said NO! Hold it! I WILL HOLD IT! Each step repeated the same demand from her bladder and the same reprimand from her brain, but as she loosened up, each stride lengthened, until she was in as much of a run as a woman of her size could expect to leisurely reach, a not-unimpressive feat for someone doubling her body weight in pure urine. Of course, the insane amount of pain inherent to every single movement did not lessen in the slightest; if anything, it was exponentially getting worse, until it felt like she was being ripped in half at the stomach. Finally, Titanosaurus got a solid hold of Mothra at the waist, ripping the winged kaiju off and throwing her away, off to the side. And as soon as her vision was not blocked by moth boobies, she instead got an eyeful of a charging, pissed off Godzilla, tightly clenched right fist held back and eager to shoot forward. This time, Titanosaurus's superior speed would be insufficient for the reactions necessary to avoid this one, and looking at Godzilla's furious expression, she knew it was going to hurt. She closed her eyes tightly and braced for what was sure to be enough pain that she'd wish it killed her. “You're finished!” Rocketing her punch forward in a curved trajectory, Godzilla tossed a right hook, aimed squarely at the silver node, stopping just short of Titanosaurus's neck, who was too preoccupied cowering to defend it. And no matter the engineering prowess that went into constructing the device, once it had to stand up to the iron knuckles of the alpha kaiju, its fate was sealed. The metal housing broke apart at the seams and the internal components shattered with sparking light. Now that most of the device was no more, the effect it had on Titanosaurus was immediate. Once the crackling electricity had ceased flowing through the circuits, Titanosaurus's eyes went wide, she forced a few choking noises from the back of her throat, and took several steps back in shock. Her pupils shrank seconds later and she began full-out screaming once more. Not from pain, but from coming back to her own consciousness, and her first sight being an enraged Godzilla mere meters from her face. “G-G-G-Godzilla!” Titanosaurus had no idea how she ended up in Tokyo, the last thing she remembered was a submarine approaching her in the ocean depths, but she had a feeling that now was not the time for questions. Whatever she had done in her blackout haze had made Godzilla and Mothra very angry, and suddenly saying she was back to normal wouldn't save her from their wrath. Especially with all the broken chunks of city surrounding her. Instead of trying to explain herself, she made the wise decision to turn tail and run for the nearby ocean, submerging and swimming as far away as she could before anyone could catch up to her. Not that she would know, but her fear of pursuit was unfounded, as an eerie silence overtook the city in the absence of battle. No one moved, as if they were in disbelief that it was all over now. For a minute, all there was to hear was the breezy winds, the crashing waves made all the more erratic by a retreating Titanosaurus, and the ragged breathing of all kaiju involved. The first to make a movement was Mothra, gently flapping her way closer to her friend. “Well done, Big G. See, doesn't it feel better to win a fight without killing anyone and without destroying a city?” Godzilla didn't respond, didn't look her way, didn't even relax from her battle stance. “Um, Godzilla? It's over. You can calm down now.” She poked the larger kaiju's side a few times with her insect appendage to get her attention. Godzilla had been frozen in place as soon as she no longer had a reason to move, whatever was necessary to conserve energy and funnel it all towards her bladder. Maybe, just maybe, if she could hold on a little longer, her bladder would finally get the message and double down on not peeing, at least long enough for her to get somewhere more suitable to let the dam burst. That was when, totally unintentionally, Mothra poked directly at her left kidney. A swollen kidney filled to the brim with steaming hot urine, and as soon as one of the walls caved inwards, the displaced fluids had no choice but to move downwards into her bladder. A swollen bladder also filled to the brim, so when a new rush of pee forced its way down, it had nowhere to go but straight down the final pipe to the outside world. She caught a lucky break this time, her bladder was able to stretch just the tiniest bit to accommodate the addition, but with the extremely clear caveat that, yes, this was her absolutely, all-encompassing, final limit. She was filled to the gills, one more singular drop, and she would explode. No other thought could send the alpha into such a panic. Piss piss piss piss pisspisspissPISSPISSPISSPISSPISSPISS! I GOTTA PISS RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!!! And she was more than ready to unzip her pants and do her massive business right where she stood, make her mark on dry land with an intense golden flood crashing down and sweeping away everything in the city not bolted down securely as it washed across every street. She tried her hardest not to picture it, lest she follow suit before actually being ready, but Godzilla practically started drooling at the prospect. Yes, it would be a mess. An enormous, destructive, blissful mess. Yes, finally! I can finally go! She had already begun moving her hand to her crotch to yank down the zipper, chomping at the bit for the opportunity to take this long-awaited whiz, one that had been building and mounting for hours upon hours of suffering that she had to bear. Letting it loose would be one of the most euphoric feelings of her life. Yet, even as she braced to release a gush powerful enough to knock her backwards, there was still one obstacle rearing its ugly head, one objection from her conscience, heard over the deafening roar of her bladder: this was a populated city. The fallout from emptying her bodily fluids all across it would be devastating, and the evacuated humans would spend months cleaning up upon their return. Tokyo might always have that lingering smell of kaiju pee. Better them than me! Godzilla was not exactly the sort that cared about the damage she caused to those she didn't know, and especially those she probably wouldn't see again. It's their fault for living in the city where I'm gonna burst wide open! But...Mothra... After all her nagging about collateral damage, Mothra would be pretty upset with Godzilla should she decimate a city with nothing but urine. Ordinarily, Godzilla's reaction to such a protest would be a brief “fuck off”, but Mothra's ire was the sort that wouldn't be easily forgiven, and with the two interacting as often as they did, it would be in Godzilla's interest to stay in her good graces. Plus, maybe Godzilla just didn't want to make Mothra angry. Which put her back at her initial problem. Shit! Find a place to piss, find a place to piss, I AM GOING TO BLOW IF I CAN'T PISS RIGHT NOW! Like it or not, Godzilla just didn't have the strength in her exhausted abdominal muscles to make it anywhere else. She was going to destroy Tokyo one way or another, whether she unleashed her pee directly onto it or it went through her pants first to do so. At least Titanosaurus swam away, so she isn't going to see this. Titanosaurus! Swam away! Water! Harbor! She had now lost the mental capacity to even think full sentences, not after she felt a tiny squirt of pee worm its way into her urethra, a harbinger of the flood to come. It was all too obvious, she had mere seconds to make it to the nearby ocean before she turned the city into little more than an extension of the harbor's waters. “Godzilla? Is something wrong?” With all that panic and planning happening inside Godzilla's head, Mothra was left in the dark and currently none the wiser, an ignorance that could not continue for long. She got her rude awakening once an adrenaline-fueled Godzilla snapped back into action, bolting and barreling straight through Mothra in her mad dash to the ocean, who almost fell straight through another building in her tumble, only stopped by her quick reflexes and flapping wings keeping her aloft. Knocked so far back that she was nearly laying down as she hovered, Mothra could only watch as Godzilla reached the harbor's edge, not even stopping for a second before jumping into the water, with her knees held close to her chest like a cannonball. Of course, someone of her mass landing in the harbor caused tall waves to form, high enough to overtake the border and seep onto the roads above. The few boats still moored at the docks flipped when their ropes weren't enough to allow safe passage over the wall of water. She was already wreaking a bit of havoc, but Godzilla couldn't care less. She wasn't facing the city, she was knee-deep in the ocean, with the cold water chilling her calves through her clothes, prompting her bladder to finally give out with the intention of soaking the upper half of her pants as well. With speed previously unseen from the lumbering kaiju, she shoved her zipper down so violently that the metal tag almost ripped straight off its slider, reached her right hand into the gap with her index and middle fingers spread, pulled the skin upwards, and spread her pussy, allowing an unobstructed view of her urethral opening from a certain angle. Godzilla was not in the habit of wearing underwear. It was immediate. The nanosecond it would not drench her pants, a gushing torrent of bright yellow urine burst forth, bigger and stronger than a firehose, with a hiss so loud and layered that it resembled a swarm of insects. A few drops got caught on the folds of her genitals and fell directly down, but the vast, vast majority had all the power of a kaiju behind it. Forced out by her tired, but still incredible, muscles, the jet flew over a dozen meters forward before it lost any significant height, splitting apart from a concentrated stream to a localized typhoon rainfall by the time it collided with the salt water below, creating a din that could have seriously been mistaken for a waterfall. Each individual point of impact birthed a hundred small bubbles every second on the surface of the water, merging together into a frothy coating that grew and spread faster and faster, until there was more foam than clear water in the general area. Not that the water was especially clear anymore, either, being heavily discolored in a dirty cloud that mixed with the natural blue and dyed the water a sickly green shade, before the sheer thickness of the invading pee overtook the original color and turned it all yellow. The constant force of the downpour made the water ripple up and down, lapping up against Godzilla's legs and the boats alike. The kaiju piss, exposed to Godzilla's body heat for hours, had accumulated such a temperature that it emitted a haze of steam as soon as it met the cold ocean. As the fog rose higher, Godzilla discovered that she was standing downwind, and a light breeze blew the cloud straight past her nose. And Godzilla took very pungent-smelling pees. This was a basic fact that she had known forever, each time she did her watering on land, an overwhelming stench would fill her nostrils. She had come to expect this and brace for it, but nothing could have prepared her for the filthy odor she breathed in this time. If her hands weren't busy ensuring her piss stream didn't go awry, they would have surely covered her nose to protect her. It was bitter, it was vile, and it smelled more like Hedorah than she wanted to admit she was capable of matching. And that was hardly the only unpleasant part of this whole ordeal's resolution. This was, no question, the worst she had ever needed to pee, the walls of both her bladder and kidneys felt like they had cracked under the strain and continued to emanate a pain like they were still being stabbed by hundreds of small needles. If she were anything less than the alpha kaiju, it could have caused serious internal damage. She had forced her poor body to pipe down and hold it for so long, with such a demanding authority, that she had all but reached the point where she would have been unable to release until she exploded, in a twisted interpretation of her wishes to stay dry. As such, there was no relief to be found in this act of relieving herself. While it took no effort to pee, not even at this power level, there was still this sensation that something was trying to hold it back, and her hot pee screaming past those muscles fighting a futile battle was horrible. Her inner passages burned like her skin would after being scraped across any rough surface, except it never reached the lingering pain part and instead continually renewed itself. Godzilla couldn't find even the slightest bit of pleasure in this, and she wanted that to be known. She roared in anger only seconds after starting, especially loud so she could be heard over her overwhelming piss, and even when she was silent, she had a scowl splayed across her face and a clear expression of dissatisfaction as her eyes forced themselves shut and her mouth hung open, panting from fatigue. (Art by Pechi. Commissioned by pnesfan) All the while, Mothra watched from the sidelines. “Oh, Godzilla...” She placed a hand over her mouth as the terrible scene unfolded before her. She hadn't considered her fellow kaiju's attitude today anything particularly out of character, but now that she was watching Godzilla take the pee of a lifetime, her earlier agitation and impatience all added up. There was no question why Godzilla had only just made it to the harbor before she started going: she physically couldn't have made it any farther. That was why, even though she was extremely against Godzilla polluting the harbor an unnatural yellow hue, Mothra didn't blame Godzilla for her actions. “She knows better...I'm sure of it. This must have been her only option.” Godzilla was quick to anger and ill-mannered, but she wasn't malicious. She had done her best to limit damage, and while it was still bad to ruin these waters, it wouldn't severely impact the humans, and the busy ships and human influence kept most aquatic life away. Not to mention, Tokyo Bay was hardly “clean” to begin with, she wasn't contaminating the seawater that much. With those considerations, Mothra had little trouble being sympathetic towards Godzilla's plight. She had pushed herself to an extreme rarely seen to beat Titanosaurus while her own body felt like it wanted to kill her, and it had cost her. It was written all over her face, just how much pain and discomfort Godzilla was in, and surely it was embarrassing doing such an act out in the open, near human populations. Mothra felt her heart go out to her friend for that. Purely empathetic, of course, definitely not fueled by Mothra's own past experiences with “slight” potty emergencies. It was sad to watch, sure, but what could she do? Was there some way to lift Godzilla's spirits and make this uncomfortable pee break just a bit more tolerable? Well, Mothra had an idea, and she chirped happily to herself as she flew slowly towards her kaiju buddy. Meanwhile, things weren't going much better in Godzilland. By now, with the sheer volume she had pushed out, she had probably emptied out her kidneys, leaving her bladder still brimming and bursting. And yes, she was still suffering just the same. All the sensations she had experienced in the first second were still present a full minute later, going just as strong as her geyser of a piss still roared. At least King Ghidorah pain is over quickly and isn't centered on my pussy. It should have been impossible, but somehow, Godzilla heard something else beyond her monstrous torrent. And what that something else was made it all the more amazing that it rose above the chaos, because, by all respects, it should have blended right in. It was a second instance of flowing water, much softer than Godzilla's, more akin to a gentle river than the white-water rapids already raging, sprinkling into the water by her side. Honestly, if it wasn't for the tiny bit of hissing by Godzilla's ear, she wouldn't have paid it any mind. Instead, she made the effort to open her eyes and turn to the left, to either satiate her curiosity or to give her something else to dwell on. What she saw was the last possible thing she had pictured it could have been. It was Mothra, with her massive wings flapping behind her, smart in avoiding letting any part of her touch the now-filthy water, hovering high enough that her crotch was at the same altitude as Godzilla's face. And that was an apt point of reference, because Mothra was using her insect legs to spread the front of her kimono below the sash at her waist, exposing said crotch with no panties to cover it, hanging sleeves folded back, keeping her hands free to instead spread her womanhood and open the route for her to cleanly pee into the yellowed pool beneath. Godzilla went bug-eyed at the view. Not because of the sensitive parts on display, the two had been friends for a very long time, there had been a few shared baths, clothes washing, even more than a couple tinkles with each other. The shocking part was the simple fact that it was Mothra performing such a lewd act. Mothra conducted herself as a prim and proper lady, one that would never do something so private out in the open. She loved humans, but not in the “would show her bottomless self” way, and certainly not in the “you can watch me pee” way. She preferred to do that sort of thing suitably hidden behind large flora in most non-emergency circumstances. And, no matter how Godzilla looked at it, this was not an emergency. A human spectator would be overwhelmed by the quantity of urine Mothra was providing, strictly due to her size, and it was most definitely a healthy pee, but still a marked several steps below what Godzilla continued to gush out, not even reaching half the distance or radius. Not that she ever had the bladder strength to hold long enough to build up the pressure needed for that kind of piss, but Godzilla had seen a desperate Mothra before, holding her crotch as she bent forward and a wet patch began forming on the front of her kimono, and she had seen what kind of a pee that resulted in. This was nowhere close. No matter how she thought about it, Godzilla just couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation. There was only one way to solve this mystery. “Mothra,” she barked, “what are you doing?!” Turning to face her friend, Mothra smiled warmly, with a kind light in her eyes. “I'm giving you some company, of course. You looked pretty down and upset, so I figured this would cheer you up.” “That's not what I'm asking, dumbass! Why are you just taking a piss out here in the open?!” “Exactly like I said, you looked like this was hard for you, answering nature's call in such a public fashion, and so violently at that. It seemed like having someone by your side would ease your tension.” “Yeah, but...you're totally showing everything! Doesn't it suck knowing that anyone could see?!” “I could ask you the same thing. To me, it's not the end of the world. It's far more important to help you. As crude and uncooperative as you can be, you don't deserve to go through this embarrassment alone.” Godzilla's confrontational tone subsided, as the final question emerged much quieter. “And...the effect on the waters?” “Well...it's not good, but it's not a disaster, either. I can bend the rules once, you know.” In an impressive display of balance, Mothra kept her stream well-aimed as she leaned into Godzilla's ear and whispered. “Plus, I don't think me joining in is doing much more damage than you could accomplish on your own right now.” She had quite the cheeky grin as she returned to a perfectly upright position. Godzilla's face was already quite red, both as a leftover from the earlier struggle and the current strain, but it glowed twice as bright afterwards. “W-well then...if you're so insistent, I won't stoOP YOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” The sharp, sudden increase in volume made Mothra jump, as much as one could without ever touching the ground. Honestly, the way it came out, it could have been the result of a fatal sneak attack, and paranoia set in, forcing her to turn her head and look. “Godzilla, what-” Her fears couldn't have been further from the truth, she soon discovered, when she saw Godzilla's face. That was not the face of someone in pain, not even of the pee-related variety. No, the emotion Godzilla was showcasing couldn't be further from that. This was bliss. Actually, Mothra realized, “bliss” wasn't even strong enough to describe this. This was...more akin to the time Mothra accidentally discovered her friend in the middle of something far, far more private than a simple pee. Whatever had changed, now Godzilla could bask in the unfettered relief she deserved after holding for so, so, so long. That meant, Mothra decided, it was time for the two to focus on their own tinkles, giving her ample time to appreciate just how different the dual urine streams were at the moment. Aside from an ocean of difference in power between them, Mothra enjoyed a less colorful flow than the one raging beside her, untainted by the need to stew inside her bladder far too long. The sound was only a trickle in comparison, similar to a sink faucet running at half-strength, just on a far larger scale. And, while it was impossible to truly know the odor over the overpowering existing stench, Mothra would claim her pees did not smell. Godzilla could not care less. This was it, finally, after hours of awful holding and minutes of horrendous release, the balance had finally shifted. There was nothing flowing through her veins now but ecstasy, elation that it finally felt good. Way better than good, in fact. She'd had alone time that didn't result in this kind of bliss. Yeah, after all the torture I went through to get here, it damn well better feel this fucking wonderful! Her eyelids grew heavy as she let them fall, and she involuntarily shuddered, creating small breaks in her geyser and altering the point of final impact several times. But that wasn't the only indication that her mood had lifted, she was in good spirits and she would let the world know. “OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH, AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH,” she moaned at the top of her lungs, the sound waves generated strong enough to cause further ripples in the water below. Her panting picked up pace and depth, yet between the gasps for breath, she still found energy to shout. “YES, YES, YES, OOHHHH YEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!” She had to move a foot back to stop herself from falling backwards and fainting. Godzilla and Mothra continued their deed for several more minutes, content to look solely at their own selves and their own products, speaking nothing more than simple expressions of relief, though Mothra's were of course infinitely more reserved, nothing more than a little “ah” or a soft moan. She even began humming as she had to admit, despite the setting, it did feel somewhat pleasant to do her business now. Though she had started well after Godzilla, Mothra felt her pee stream lose power and began landing closer to her feet, all the while her friend was spraying as strong as ever. She spread her legs further apart to ensure that, even when a few piddles leaked out with nothing but gravity to guide them, they would cleanly hit the water and not soil her fair skin. A little clung to her privates, with one or two drips snaking down her thighs, but for the most part, she was just as tidy as before. Relaxing and placing her hands by her sides, she pulled her insect legs back where they began, and allowed her kimono to fall back into a place where she had modesty. Of course, that left her with nothing to do but watch Godzilla. She tried to look away, give her buddy some privacy, but her senses continued to be assaulted, and there was just so much, an inner curiosity prompted her to casually view. Because of this, at least a full minute later, she saw the first signs that her fellow kaiju's seemingly bottomless capacity had reached its climax. The torrent began landing closer and closer to Godzilla's legs, tracing the path back, and only once splashback started hitting her pants did the thickness fall. Even with her eyes closed, Godzilla knew the time had come. Bending forward to aim her pussy down, the last squirts shot near her feet, and nothing else followed...until she squeezed a bit harder and brought out a hidden reserve that had no shortage of force and lasted no insignificant time. Even Mothra was shocked anything could remain after what had already come out. “Poor thing must have been filled head to toe with pee.” With a smile unusual to her bridging her cheeks, Godzilla thrust her hips to shake off the majority of the sticking urine, though plenty seemed happy where they had rested, instead taking residence in the crotch of her pants. Which, to her credit, was the only urine in her clothes after all that, aside from a precious few drops that bounced back to her after their high-speed collision with the hard salt water. It was done. All in all, she had been pissing that storm for over five minutes. She stood tall and sighed one final time, quite loudly, as she opened her eyes to the bright day once more. “Phew! Well, that was something else.” “No kidding. Are you sure you're finally empty? There's not another long pee waiting in the wings?” “Nah, I'm totally drained. But I'm taking it easy for the next...year or so.” Still not willing to stand in the mess, Mothra slid beside Godzilla and began nuzzling her upper arm. “I'm sure you must feel two thousand times better after that one.” “Definitely. Even still, I am never holding it that long again for as long as I live. If I ever get that desperate, I'm pissing myself. It's not worth it.” “I think if you just relieve yourself before going into a fight, it won't be a concern.” “Yeah, yeah, I'll remember that. Let's just get back to Monster Island, I'm sick of looking at this.” She gestured to nothing in particular, sweeping her arm horizontally as far as it could go, yet the ocean remained yellow across the entire range. “You're sure it's okay to leave the water like this? I hate dirty water as much as anyone, and I don't want you on my ass about it.” “I know, it's not ideal, but it's not permanent. The tide will come in, the currents will sweep it away, and it will disperse across the sea.” Mothra's gaze began lazily drifting, observing how far-reaching the effects of their tinkle stretched. “Just promise not to soil the waters so close to the humans again, and I'll let it sli...” Godzilla had already begun trudging back in the direction of their home, but Mothra stopping in the middle of a sentence concerned her. “What now?” She rolled her eyes and turned back, half-expecting another kaiju to fight that had seen everything. That could have been the explanation for the expression she found Mothra stuck in, eyes wide, hands covering her mouth, and all color drained from her face. “G-G-G-Godzilla, l-look...” Shaking, she removed one hand from her face and pointed into the harbor, straight into the epicenter of their own natural disaster. And once Godzilla looked, she saw everything. One boat, a larger vessel than the sailboats and fishing boats tied to the docks, had been there the entire time, hiding right beneath their noses. On the deck were several humans. Not random humans, either. Humans she recognized. The Monarch staff. They stood on the deck, all frozen in utter shock. And their clothes were soaked, without a single cloud in the sky to suggest rain was the culprit. No, the golden cloud beneath the waves held the answer here. Almost instantaneously, Godzilla's face matched Mothra's, pale and afraid. “H-h-how did we miss t-that?” “Oh no...oh no no no no no...” Positioning herself horizontally, Mothra flew as close to the water as she dared, putting her face right up to the boat, able to look all the Monarch members in the eye. “I know you can't understand me, but we are both so, so sorry! We should have seen you and taken care of that, but Godzilla was in a rush, and you got lost in the chaos, and... Godzilla, get over here and apologize!” She rotated herself back upright and looked out to find her friend and call her over. She found her friend, all right, running as far away from the scene as she could, faster than anything else she had done that day. “You can smooth this over better than me, Mothra!” Making sure the water was clear and blue before putting her head under, Godzilla began swimming out to the horizon full tilt, a speed difficult for anything else to match. But that didn't mean Mothra wasn't going to try, after turning back to Monarch one final time. “Again, we're both so sorry! Please, tell us anything we can do to make it up to you!” She awkwardly waved goodbye as she spread her wings and chased after the other kaiju. “Godzilla, get back here! Own up to your mistake! Take responsibility for what you did to these poor people!” Whether Godzilla had dove deep enough to avoid hearing the admonishment, or she simply pretended not to hear and kept going, it didn't matter. The chase continued for hours, far away from the scene of the awful, disgusting, contaminating, and very relieving crime.
  6. View File Monster Musume-Papi Needs to Pee One of the Almost Daily Life shorts for the anime "Monster Musume". Papi is locked out of the bathroom when she really needs to go. Submitter Captain L Submitted 09/11/2015 Category Anime scenes
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    One of the Almost Daily Life shorts for the anime "Monster Musume". Papi is locked out of the bathroom when she really needs to go.

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