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  1. From the album: Omofan's Edits

    Ahsoka Tano made the mistake of drinking one too many cartons of blue milk before a starfighter combat and now she struggles to focus on the battle and also works very hard to keep her skirt dry.
  2. Hello again! I'm happy some of y'all liked my first work, it's always so nerve-wracking to put stories out into the internet void but it makes me happy when people enjoy them. Both male and female desperation in this one. The male is more prominent and becomes more the focus after about halfway through. I get the vibe that isn't as popular here, but the brain does what it does lol. Desperate Jyn Erso and desperate Cassian Andor are equally catnip to me so I expect there'll be more of both of them in the future. As always, this work set in a universe where the RO characters survive the movie (and Jyn and Cass are romantically/sexually involved). I'm hoping it can stand on its own as well. If you enjoy it please let me know, I hoard comments like a dragon 💚 --- Usually, Cassian would say that his favorite place in the galaxy is beside Jyn, no matter where that might be. Today, though… that might not be quite true. Corellia’s sun is slowly setting and they’re stuck on reconnaissance, lying side by side to watch the back entrance of a bar suspected to be a front for a local crime lord. It’s been hours, and so far there’s been nothing to see. There’s a cold wind at their backs, a light rain that comes in gales from time to time, and (much to Jyn’s complaining) they don’t have any food with them. They’re both cold and damp and hungry, and - “I have to pee so bad,” Jyn whines beside him. Well, and that. Cassian forces himself not to react too obviously despite his own discomfort. "I know. So do I.” Trying to ignore his full bladder is always one of Cassian’s least favorite parts of stakeouts like this, and today is especially bad. They’ve been here much longer than they planned, and Cassian’s already finished both of his canteens (and so has Jyn, now that he thinks about it). He’s needed to go for hours, and badly too. His bladder is begging to be emptied, and the rain isn’t helping with the situation, either. He looks over at her, sees the tension in her body. It must be really bad for her to complain to him about something so personal, because even as safe as she feels with him by now, Jyn hates seeming needy. She is less used to things like this than him, much more used to active combat and sabotage than long hours of information gathering. She’ll get used to it eventually, but for now she’s clearly struggling. She’s squirming subtly, and he understands much better than he wishes he did. “Only a little while longer, and then we can leave,” He promises, but he really doesn’t know so it’s empty reassurances. “Hang in there.” She nods, grimacing, and they’re quiet again, watching the empty alleyway as the rain picks up again. The sound of the water in the gutters is not helping matters, and Cassian starts counting backwards from five hundred by threes in his head - then back up but by sevens. He needs the distraction. By the time he’s finished with that he’s feeling a little better, his need pushed to the back of his mind, but Jyn is not faring so well. She’s shifting subtly, her breathing just harsh enough that he can tell she’s struggling. "Breathe, Jyn,” he murmurs. “Sorry, I just…” She bites her lip, and doesn’t finish the sentence. “I know you need the head, it’s alright. Try to think of something else." “Easier said than done,” she grumbles. “I don’t have your special spy brain. Or your special spy bladder, for that matter.” “I told you, I have to go too. I’m just keeping myself distracted. Is there really nothing else on your mind?” “There’s nothing going on down there, I’m cold, and I have to piss so bad my eyeballs are floating. Not much else to think about.” “Hmm.” He shifts minutely closer to her and leans toward her ear. “What about last night?” “What about last night?” "I thought you’d remember,” he teases. “You were moaning so loud I was afraid the neighbors would complain.” She rolls her eyes, but he knows she’s thinking about it. Last night had been incredible, Jyn’s legs thrown over his shoulders while he drove into her fast and rough and she rubbed furiously at her clit, unable to keep her hands off herself. “I know you know what I mean. You felt so good around me.” “I appreciate what you’re trying to do here but I really don’t think it’s helping,” Jyn whines. “Any other tips, genius?” He chooses to ignore her sarcasm and takes the question seriously. “Yeah, actually. Loosen your belt a few notches, it’ll take some pressure off, give your bladder a bit more room to stretch. You’ve got this, just hold on.” The encouragement is almost as much for himself as it is for her, his own heavy bladder beginning to beg in earnest for release. He ignores it resolutely. Jyn may not be used to holding it in for so long, but he certainly is. “That helps a little,” Jyn concedes when she’s done as he suggested. When it’s clear she has nothing more to say on the matter Cassian retreats back into his head, this time running through the details of their mission so far and planning what he’ll write in his report while he keeps his eyes on the entrance to the club. Still nothing. The minutes pass agonizingly slowly, but they pass. Another half hour slips by in silence, until Jyn gives a soft groan, calling his attention back toward her. "How are you doing?” He asks softly, and when she turns to answer him he sees tears welling up in her eyes. She’s full to bursting - it’s written all over her face, in her body language. “I can’t hold it in much longer,” she whimpers, “I’m so full…” "Yes, you can. You can pee soon, just hang in there.” It’s an empty promise, but he has to say something. He wants to help her but they’re stuck here. “I can’t,” she moans, “Cass, it hurts, I can’t take it anymore! I’m about to burst!” “Shh…” His own need pales in the face of the desperation in her eyes (not that hearing her describe her need is doing him any favors). He feels so helpless, unable to do anything to ease her discomfort. Out of options, he lies. “Just ten more minutes. You can do anything for ten minutes.” Jyn bites her lip and nods unhappily, the poor thing. Thinking back now, it’s no wonder she’s worse off than him. While Cassian pissed in an alley an hour or so before they climbed up here, he remembers now that he’d forgotten to warn Jyn to do the same. She hasn’t emptied herself since they left the ship this morning. He may be desperate for relief, but she’s even more. As it turns out, Jyn can do anything for ten minutes. But only just for ten minutes. After barely eleven she gasps suddenly, and shoots a hand down her body to hold herself. “Fuck, Cassian, I’m leaking! I’m gonna pee, I really can’t keep it in any longer!” She’s nearly crying, and Cassian weighs their options. They can’t leave yet, but he can’t ask her to keep holding, he won’t. She’s clearly minutes from soaking herself, and that’s being generous. There has to be some way to help. “Jyn, listen to me.” His voice is stern, getting her attention and leaving no room for interruption or argument as he outlines the only plan he can come up with. “You’re going to hold it in until the next air patrol passes. That’s about six minutes.” She whimpers, but doesn’t protest. “Once it’s gone, we’ll have about four minutes before the ground patrol. There’s a grate behind you that should filter into the gutters. You’ll have two minutes. Get up into a crouch, piss in that, and return to position immediately. Do you understand?” She bites her lip and nods. It’s a risk, but a calculated one. There’s no way in the galaxy Jyn could make it off the roof, much less back to the ship, without relief. He can almost hear her counting seconds in her head, fighting to keep her overfilled bladder from spilling its contents in the home stretch. The tell-tale sound of TIE fighters approaching makes her breathing catch. Once they’ve passed overhead she doesn’t wait for his mark before she’s already scooting backwards, whimpering quietly. In his peripheral vision he can see her raising herself up, and he glances back just long enough to see her slide her loosened fatigues down to her knees in a hurry before he turns back to keep his eyes fixed on the door to the club. Even if he didn’t have to keep watch for them both, he knows he wouldn’t be able to handle watching her piss while he’s so desperate for it himself. Of course, he still has to listen. He hears the rustling sound of her clothing, the clinking of her belt. She’s still whimpering softly with need even as she gets herself into position as quickly as possible, her breath shaky. He can picture the look of pure need on her face as she squats down and aims as best she can, fighting to keep in control of her exhausted, eager bladder for the last few moments before the ocean inside her is finally released. And then he hears the unmistakable hissing sound as Jyn starts peeing. The torrent is fast and strong right from the moment she starts, a veritable waterfall of pee flowing from her. As her stream splashes on the grate and her desperate whines turn to relieved groans, Cassian winces. He can’t stop himself from imagining the way it must be gushing out of her, dizzyingly satisfying. He needs to piss so bad… But it’s fine, he’s fine. He’s had to hold it far longer than this before, this is nothing. (It doesn’t feel like nothing). Jyn’s impressively strong flow lasts so long it’s ridiculous, and Cassian grits his teeth, thoroughly jealous and wishing desperately she would just finish already. He’s painfully, agonizingly aware of every drop of liquid inside him, his own full, heavy bladder begging to be emptied while he listens to Jyn get what he so badly needs. Eventually her stream slows to a trickle and finally, finally tapers off. Jyn sighs, relieved. Cassian takes a deep, careful breath. “Feel better?” he teases, managing to keep the strain out of his voice as she lays back down beside him at the edge of the roof. “Much better,” she murmurs as distant footsteps alert them to the approach of the ground patrol. Right on time. “Fuck, I needed that.” He’s sure she did, but he does not want to hear any more about it. “We just need to stick around until the next transport passes, and we’ll leave right after that. Ok? Won’t be too much longer.” The reassurances are entirely for himself, now. Not much longer, I can hold it in. “I’m good.” Jyn assures him. He’s glad she hasn’t realized yet how desperate he is himself. She’s had her relief now, so he’ll only have to control his own body without also having to worry about Jyn. He can also make sure he’s the first in the head as soon as they get to the ship (which is starting to feel impossibly far away, but he’s not thinking about it). Jyn settles back in, slightly closer to him than she was before but he doesn’t think it was on purpose. He might appreciate it more if he weren’t working so hard to retreat into his head. If he can get himself back into focus he knows his need will fade to the back of his mind for a little bit longer. “You sure you don’t want to sneak back there, too? You said you needed to go,” Jyn says, and he could scream with frustration. “I’m sure,” he mutters. “Suit yourself, I guess. But honestly, that felt amazing, I needed to go so bad, all that pressure - ” “That’s enough,” Cassian growls, cutting her off. He can’t bear to hear another word of it. “Well sorry,” Jyn says, “Didn’t know this was such an offensive topic for you.” They go silent again, and Cassian uses the quiet to regain some control over his body, breathing carefully and forcing his bladder’s incessant signals to pee, now! to the back of his head while he watches the empty alleyway and plans their route back to the ship. As subtly as he can manage he lifts his lower body up onto his knees to put himself into a low crawl position, which has the benefit of stopping the growing bulge of his swollen bladder from pressing into the concrete roof. Eventually, the worst of the wave of desperation passes and he can nearly think straight again. “I’m sorry for snapping at you,” He murmurs, not taking his eyes away from the alley. “It’s been a long day, you didn’t deserve that.” “I sure didn’t,” she grumbles, but she smiles slightly at him in a way he knows means all is forgiven. The minutes slip by painfully slowly, but once again they do pass and soon enough the next transport passes as expected and they can start the trek back to the ship, K-2S0, and most importantly, the head. Cassian can’t get there soon enough, though the climb down off the roof nearly spells disaster, the rough landing jostling his bladder painfully and forcing him to freeze where he lands, clenching his muscles to prevent a leak. I’ve done harder things than this, he tells himself, though he’s having a hard time believing it. This is nothing. And it’s fine. He’s totally fine. He follows a step behind Jyn like nothing’s wrong. Maybe he has to move as smoothly as possible to avoid jostling his brimming bladder, but that’s not the end of the world. He’s a grown man and he can hold his pee. He recalls an operation he’d run alone some six years ago, one that had ended with him having to actually waddle to the nearest alley the moment he was out of sight of his contact, clutching his dick to physically stop the flow of pee and keep from pissing everywhere before he was able to release, flooding the nearest wall with the contents of his exhausted bladder. What he’s feeling right now is bad, but as he reminds himself it’s not quite as bad as that time, at least not yet. It could be so much worse. But like the galaxy itself can hear his thoughts, that’s when a pair of stormtroopers turns the corner in front of them. Cassian nearly whimpers. “Fuck,” Jyn mutters just ahead of him, without changing her pace or showing any other sign of being uncomfortable with their presence. He’d be proud of her, if he could spare the brain space for it. He can’t, at the moment, busy trying to decide their best chance of avoiding any unwanted attention. They’re both dressed fairly standard for this planet and the weather, their only weapons well-concealed under clothes, there shouldn’t be anything particularly memorable but that’s no guarantee - and sweet fucking force he has to piss so bad - The troopers, Andor, he tells himself sternly. Focus on the troopers. He and Jyn keep their heads down as they maneuver toward the other side of the street, hoping to fade into the rest of the foot traffic. There’s no reason for the troopers to take interest in them specifically, it’s just a matter of luck. “You there. Stop.” Luck never is on their side. “Papers, now.” “Of course,” Jyn says demurely, reaching into her pocket to produce the ID card K-2S0 made for her alias. Cassian fishes in his jacket pocket for his own, but he’s only just pulled it out when he’s suddenly hit with a wave of intense desperation. His bladder is screaming and his breath hitches with the effort of holding it in. “Here - here it is,” he says, horror rising in his stomach at how nervous he sounds, how suspicious he sounds. Jyn looks at him in obvious concern. He’s compromising them, he’s putting her at risk and didn't he swear he's never put Jyn at risk? He sends a desperate plea to the force for mercy, but it's to no avail. “You’re hiding something,” the stormtrooper accuses. “N-no, no, I just…” he searches for something believable to say. All he can land on is the truth, but it’s better than nothing. “I just really, really need the toilet.” “I told you to go before we left,” Jyn says, and she’s playing along but he can see the very real agitation in her eyes, telling him he should have just peed in that grate, should have gone when he had the chance, and they wouldn’t be in this predicament. And he knows that. Fuck, does he ever know that. The stormtrooper doesn’t believe him. Or maybe he does, and this is some sick powerplay. Both things are just as likely, but it doesn't matter which it is. Not when he’s suddenly being manhandled into a pair of cuffs behind his back by one of the troopers, the other grabbing Jyn’s wrist - not cuffing her, but keeping her from leaving. Panic flares in Cassian’s chest. This can’t be happening. He’s ruined their entire mission, put Jyn in enormous danger, all because he needs to pee. The trooper pushes him up against the building beside them. He whimpers as the force of it presses his distended bladder against the brick wall, tears springing to his eyes as he fights to hold back the flood. “Please, I - I just need to piss!” “Yeah, yeah, and I’m a nerf’s uncle. We’re taking you back to - hey!” Cassian’s never been happier to hear the tell-tale sound of a hard blow to dura-plast armor as he is in that moment. He can’t turn around quickly enough to see, but he hears both stormtroopers grunt, the heavy thud of their bodies hitting the ground. Jyn takes them both down handily with nothing but the baton strapped to her thigh, and then she’s behind him, pulling him away from the wall. “What were you thinking?” She hisses, her gaze darting down to the noticeable bulge in his lower abdomen, proof of his weakness. “I’m sorry,” Cassian whimpers, panting. As hard as he fights back his need, it’s quickly becoming a losing battle. He wants to grab his dick, needs the help to physically keep it all in, but the cuffs prevent it and there are tears threatening to spill down his face. “I thought - I didn’t want - force, Jyn, it hurts, I’m so full,” he sobs. "You should have told me,” Jyn growls, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him into an alley a few yards away. Each step is agony, his mind flooded with the signal to pee, now! “I’m sorry,” he repeats, helpless, “I thought I could hold it in, but I can’t, and I put you in danger. I really didn’t - fuck!” Another wave is desperation, and Cassian can feel his bladder failing. A small spurt of piss escapes him, dampening his underwear. “Oh, no, nonononono…” He rotates his hips frantically, fighting an uphill battle to keep the ocean of pee in for just a little longer. "Stay still for a second, you have to let me get these cuffs off you if you want to piss,” Jyn says, and he’s trying, really he is, but he just can’t take it. He’s pretty sure his frantic movements are the only thing keeping the liquid inside him. He moans as Jyn struggles with his cuffs and the lockpick in her hand, and feels another leak force its way past his defenses, growing the wet spot between his legs. “I can’t,” he gasps, “I can’t hold it in!” “Yes you can -” Jyn growls, trying to force the cuffs off but it’s just not happening. Something else is happening, though. To his horror, Cassian can feel more pee escaping despite his iron grip on his holding muscles. His bladder is so full that it’s literally overflowing, his cock now leaking steadily as he feels the warm, wet sensation spread down his thighs. “I can’t!” He sobs, helpless and humiliated. “Jyn, I’m peeing! I’m peeing right now!” “Shit,” Jyn mutters, and something in his voice must finally tip her off to the truth of his desperate cries. That, or she notices the growing dark patch on his pants as he wets himself agonizingly slowly, despite fighting it with everything he has. “Shit, ok, I -” "I - I can’t stop it,” he whimpers, “It’s coming out.” Some soldier you make, a vicious voice in his mind growls. A pathetic little mess, hands locked behind his back as he slowly pisses himself in a back alley in front of the most amazing woman in the galaxy. There’s no escape, no option but to give in and flood his pants, but the thought makes him want to die. Then suddenly his belt is being unbuckled, his pants undone. Cassian looks down to see Jyn taking out his cock, which continues to dribble pitifully no matter how hard he fights it, and realizes she’s plastered herself to his back. He doesn’t understand at first, brain too muddled by the overwhelming demands of his weeping bladder. “What - what’re you doing?” He groans, panting as he tries even harder to stem the flow because he can’t pee with Jyn’s hands in his pants, he just can’t, she’s never going to be able to look at him again and he - “Pee,” Jyn orders. "No - I - what?” “I’m helping you, idiot. I’ll aim, you pee. Unless you’d rather do it in your pants?” “N - no - “ “I didn’t think so. Now, pee.” The idea is mortifying, but then, what choice does he have? He’s basically doing it already. Realizing he could no longer stop it, even if he tried, Cassian lets go. The torrent of piss that bursts out of him then is unlike anything Cassian’s ever seen or felt. It gushes from him like a firehose, immediately saturating the ground in front of him as Jyn directs the flow. He can’t help but moan with relief, the intensity of the feeling dizzying. When he looks down he’s shocked and a little disturbed to see that he can actually see his swollen bladder slowly deflating as he releases. “Ah - ah, fuck,” he breathes, his knees feeling weak as he pees and pees, the puddle in front of him growing with every passing second. Jyn does a surprisingly good job at aiming his stream, directing it to splash against the ground slightly downhill from them, keeping their feet from getting wet. She was thinking ahead while he couldn’t, and he’s so grateful he could cry. “Th-thank you,” he gasps, not interrupting his flow as he leans back, sagging against her. He can’t think of anything he’s ever needed more than he needs this. “I - ho… thank you…” “Happy to help,” Jyn says, and her voice is dry but she still sounds a lot less mocking than he expected given the circumstances. He couldn’t even complain if she did make fun of him, seeing as she’s the only reason he isn’t soaking his pants like a child. His head is spinning and it feels so insanely good to finally be letting everything out and it’s a good thing Jyn’s got him because he’s so overwhelmed with relief he can’t even register anything else, he’s totally out of it. “Fuck, how are you still peeing?” There’s the teasing note he’d been expecting. Still, he can’t really complain. She’s doing more for him right now than he’s pretty sure anyone else he’s ever loved would have been willing to, save maybe K-2S0, who lacks the capacity to be shy about human’s bodies. She’s allowed to make fun of him a little. It has been a while now, to be fair, and his cascade of pee is somehow still flowing. “I was really full.” “Yeah, no shit! You’re gonna flood this whole alley if you don’t finish up soon.” “Just… just a minute, I think I’m almost empty…” His stream is beginning to taper off, slowly but surely. It slows from a veritable torrent to a steady but slower stream, and then finally a trickle threatening to drip down on his shoes. Cassian gives one more push, one last surge of pee arcing into his frankly enormous puddle, and suddenly it’s over. His exhausted bladder is finally, blissfully empty, and suddenly he’s so tired he’s almost swaying on his feet as Jyn tucks his cock back into his pants for him. “Feel better?” she asks, her voice low beside his ear. And she sounds… sincere? Gentle? Not at all like she’s disgusted by the pathetic performance he just put on, not like she’ll never be attracted to him ever again. It gives Cassian hope. "So much better,” he admits, his face hot but a small, embarrassed smile on his face. There’s no use in denying it. “I’ve never had to pee that badly in my life. I didn’t know my bladder could physically hold that much.” “Yeah, that was uh... a lot of pee. It’s kind of ridiculous how big that puddle is.” She has her lockpick in hand again, fiddling behind his back. Now that he’s still and calm it only takes a few moment’s effort before his restraints are falling away. “There we go…” “Thank you,” Cassian breathes again, and he’s not talking about the handcuffs. “Thank you so much.” “You would have done the same for me,” Jyn says, pressing a quick kiss too his temple. “I’m just glad I could help.” Her tone turns more chastising. “Just promise me you’re not going to let this happen again. I told you you should have pissed in that grate before we left.” “I know. You were right, I’m sorry. I really thought I could hold it in, but I put you in danger.” "You’re always such a smooth liar. I can’t believe all it takes is a full bladder to break you like that.” "I was about to explode, I couldn’t even think straight,” he protests, and Jyn laughs. He can't be too upset about anything, not when she laughs like that. “Yeah, yeah. Come on, we need to get out of here before more troopers come looking.” They leave the alley together, their pinky fingers linked as they head casually toward the ship that will take them back to base. There aren’t any troopers in sight, and he looks over at her and can’t help but smile. “Jyn?” “Yeah?” "I love you.” “I know.”
  3. Hi, folks! This is my first time posting fic on this site, so please let me know if I've done something wrong with formatting/tagging conventions, etc.! I usually post primarily on archive of our own, and this story was posted there a couple years ago, but I've done some fairly extensive edits since then and I figured this was where I'd find people who actually want to read it lol. If you're not familiar with the movie, it probably doesn't matter all that much, I think (at least I hope?) it can stand on its own. If you are familiar with the movie, please note that like all my RO stories, this takes place in a universe where the major characters all survived the movie, because while the ending of Rogue One is fantastic, it's not especially conducive to writing piss fic. If you like it please let me know, I love attention. --- It’s early in the morning, something like eight hours since the chaos of landing back in Echo Base, and Jyn sits in her bed in the sick bay, begrudgingly finishing her third glass of water in two hours. She was admitted immediately upon returning from that nightmare of a mission, and it’s been a long night. The broken ankle was easy enough, at least. After the miracles of bacta it’s nearly good as new already. It was the effects of her capture, of whatever drug the Imperial bastards had employed in the bar, that were the real concern. Whatever it was, it had kept adrenaline pumping through her system for hours. She'd blacked out more than once in the cot on the flight back, half-way delirious and severely dehydrated. Even Cassian - stoic, practical Cassian - hadn’t been able to hide his concern at her condition. But she’s doing better now. She’s been hooked up to a drip all night, and the drug doesn’t seem to be causing any problems anymore, her heart rate finally returned to normal. All she needs now is a negative test, proof that most of it is gone from her system. And the dehydration… yeah, that’s definitely not a problem anymore. In fact, her real problem now is the exact opposite of dehydration. That, plus the need for the test, should cancel out quite nicely. But they don’t. The nurse said she’s free to go as soon as she provides a urine sample. That should be the easiest part of her entire stay. They were giving her fluids in her IV until it was removed a few hours ago as well as orally. A med droid was even so kind as to leave a jug of water on the table beside her bed, “to help things along,” but Jyn can’t make her body behave long enough to fill the collection vessel. It’s about the size and shape of a small water bottle with a strange funnel-like top. It’s designed to be used by bedridden patients, the nurse explained. Not that Jyn’s bedridden, she added, it’s just the easiest thing they have for her. Hold it between her legs once she has to go and relax. That’s how the nurse said it. Like it would be easy. Spoiler: It isn’t. Those first two parts are easy. Sure. She can spread her legs and position the opening over her pussy under the covers. The “have to go” part is even easier. Jyn’s way past needing to go. She hasn’t had a chance to piss since last night and she’s bursting. So full it nearly borders on pain, but each of the three times she tries her bladder locks up and she’s left whimpering with need and no relief. There’s no wall to shield her from the nurse’s station, only a thin privacy curtain suspended between the walls. There are too many people nearby, too many ears to hear the sound of liquid splattering against plastic. She can’t do it and it’s becoming a problem. They won’t let her out of bed until the test is done, and she can’t get the test done in the bed. Just a lovely dilemma. She’s never had this problem before. A childhood in close quarters with rebels and an adolescence alone would have trained it out of her if she had. Why here? Why now? The nurse comes back just when Jyn’s considering trying again. “No luck?” Jyn shakes her head, mortified. She’s not exactly a fan of questions about her bathroom habits. She’s also not about to tell the obnoxiously perky twi’lek she can’t leave because she’s bladder shy, of all things. That would hardly help her reputation. “That’s alright, honey. Sometimes these things can take time.” Jyn fantasizes silently about kicking the woman for calling her ‘honey,’ but there’s no telling what might happen if she moves too quickly. Wetting herself would be even more embarrassing than her current situation. “Take as long as you need. Why don’t you try some more water?” She’s already pouring another glass and Jyn wants to cry. She can feel every drop she’s had already sloshing inside her, but there’s nothing she can do but accept the cup and take a sip. “There’s a good girl. I’ll be back to check on you soon.” With that, she leaves Jyn alone between the curtains. Once she’s sure she’s gone Jyn replaces the glass on the side table and picks up the urinal to try again. It’s going to happen sooner or later, she needs to pee. Why shouldn’t it be now? She can do this. Sitting up straight at the head of the bed, Jyn spreads her legs under the sheets and positions the bottle over her center. I’m alone, she thinks to herself. No one cares if I pee. I’m supposed to pee. Just relax… She comes closer this time. Breathing evenly, slowly, letting the tension begin to drain out of her as she wills the liquid inside her to do the same. Come on. She can feel her poor, overfilled bladder throbbing, getting ready to give in. Fuck, yes. She’s finally, finally going to have relief, finally going to empty herself. Jyn closes her eyes as she feels it coming. Suddenly there’s a clatter of something dropping to the floor in the ward next to hers and her bladder locks up tight. Jyn whimpers, her body screaming with the need to ease the pressure as her hope of relief dries up. No. She’d been so close to making it happen. Jyn gives it another half-hearted try but she doesn’t really expect results. She’s way too tense now, reminded again that someone could walk in on her at any moment. So much for that. It’s still not happening, so Jyn picks up her holoprojector and flicks it on. She drinks more water despite her body’s protest, dreading every sip, and positions herself with her legs apart, breathing deep breaths. She knows her biology. Eventually the pressure will increase to the point that she’ll start to lose control, whether her idiot subconscious consents or not. She’s not looking forward to the discomfort that experience will bring, but it will be best to get it over with however long it’s going to take. She keeps the collection vessel close at hand and turns on something to watch. She can’t focus on it, but at least it’s better than nothing. A half hour later she’s thinking about giving it another try when someone knocks on the wall. “Jyn? May I come in?” It’s the voice she’s been missing all day, so she doesn’t have to think before she answers. “Yeah, come in.” Cassian slips between the wall and the curtain, and she’s ridiculously delighted to see him. He was here last night, holding her hand while she fought through the terrifying panic reaction the drug caused in her system, but he left when she finally fell asleep to give the mission report to General Draven and this is the first she’s seen of him since. “Are you doing OK?” He asks, pulling up the chair beside her bed and leaning down to kiss her. She sighs, his presence already helping her mood. "Much better. I just need to get some tests done and then I can leave.” She doesn’t need to mention the nature of the tests or why they aren’t over already. “I’m glad. I’m afraid I can’t stay too long, I have to run a patrol in an hour.” An hour will almost definitely be too long but she’s an idiot too excited to have him here to think about it. “What were you watching?” "Some stupid show I heard one of the girls in my barrack talking about. It’s all rich ladies fucking each other’s husbands and crying about it. I think one of them also murdered someone.” “Mm. Sounds like fun.” He grabs her hand to kiss it open-mouthed, tongue coming out to lave at her knuckles. “I’ve missed having you in my bed, y’know. Last night, especially. Can’t wait to take you back to my quarters tonight.” He leans in and kisses her again, this time tilting her chin and deepening it. She lets him, melting into his touch. It’s then that her bladder, which she’d forgotten in her excitement, reminds her how full it is. She’s struck with a sudden, nearly uncontrollable wave of desperation. She pulls away from Cassian abruptly, moaning softly with need. Cassian chuckles at first, but then he must see her pained grimace. “What’s wrong?” She can’t answer him right away. She’s too busy struggling to breathe through the wave. If she were alone she would put the bottle to her opening this second, she’d probably be able to go, but Cassian’s here. A moment later the worst of it passes. It’s ok. She’s fine. “It’s nothing. Sorry. My ankle’s just bugging me a little bit.” It’s a shitty excuse, but he seems to buy it. For now. She doesn’t have much time. Now that she remembers how full she is, right to the brim, she doesn’t know how long she’ll be able to hold it in. How ironic: before she was struggling to pee, now she’s fighting not to. “Anything I can do to help?” “No.” He sits down beside her again. Jyn tries to think of something to say to make him leave without hurting his feelings but she’s having a hard time even thinking straight enough to maintain the current conversation with him. It must only be a few minutes but it feels like forever before there’s a pause in the conversation. “How long did they say your tests were going to take, anyway?” Cassian asks her. She was afraid he might. “Uh, I don’t know. Probably not for a while, I don’t know.” She swears she can feel the water she sipped before hitting her bladder as she speaks, even if that’s unrealistic. Her bladder feels stretched out and she’s struggling to keep the tension out of her expression. “Do you want me to ask a nurse, or something? I don’t think they’re too busy today, we could see if you can get out of here any sooner?” “N - no, it’s ok, I wouldn’t want to bother anyone.” "No offense, Jyn, I love you, but when have you ever worried about bothering anyone? I’ll just make sure they haven’t forgotten you.” Shit, she’s gonna have to tell him, isn’t she? “They haven’t. They’re, uh, they’re waiting for - for me. For the drug tests, I, uh…” "Oh. Ok, I see. That’s what this is about?” He gestures to the collection vessel. She was hoping he hadn’t noticed that, but of course he did. He’s a fucking spy. She nods, wincing. “Yeah, those suck, sorry. Do you want some water? Here.” He picks up the glass from the table and hands it to her before she has time to refuse. He lets go of it before she’s holding it properly and some of the water spills down her shirt. Right as she’s hit by another wave of desperation. A lot happens at once, then. Cassian apologizes through a laugh. Jyn whimpers at the feeling of the water on her skin. And worst of all… Her bladder screams and she suddenly feels her panties get damp. She’s fucking leaking! She squeezes her thighs together and fights it back. She CANNOT wet the bed, not in front of Cassian. She wants to reach for the bottle but she can’t do that with him here either. Is she going to have to tell him this, too? She can’t. She won’t. It’s a struggle, but she fights the urge. “Jyn. What’s wrong? And don’t tell me it’s your ankle, that won’t work twice.” "Nothing, Cass. I - I’m fine,” she protests weakly, trying not to whimper. “Don’t lie to me. You can tell me, Jyn, it’s ok.” She shakes her head, feeling childish. If he’s determined enough he’ll get the truth from her eventually but she’s in denial about it. “I’m fine.” "No you’re not.” He comes closer to the bed and leans in close. “Tell me the truth, Jyn. Maybe there’s something I can do to help.” She doesn’t answer him. He stays close, waiting her out. He knows she’ll crack. What he doesn’t know yet is just how much added pressure there already is. Her full bladder is a timebomb, even if it is on a frustratingly long fuse. Eventually she mumbles an answer down at her chest. “Ijustkindaneedtopee.” “What was that?” He prompts. She doesn’t want to say it again. “Try again.” “I need to pee,” she finally confesses, tears rising behind her eyes from the combination of pressure in her bladder and embarrassment. “I really need to pee and I can’t.” "What do you mean can’t? Is something wrong, have you talked to one of the doctors?” He looks so worried and she feels so stupid and useless. “You should have told me. Or, wait, do you just need me to leave?” She should just say yes. She knows that. Ask him to leave and try again. Maybe this time it will happen, she’s so desperate it has to. Right? But she doesn’t, because as she opens her mouth to say it one of the doctors starts talking loudly in the nurse’s station. She can hear him perfectly, so he’d be able to hear her. “It's that there’s so -so many people around, and I keep being afraid someone’s going to - to walk in on me, and I just can’t go.” Her ears are burning. The infamous Sergeant Jyn Erso, defeated by a full bladder because she can't fucking piss because someone might hear her. “Ah. Well… I could pull the superior officer card, if you wanted. If I tell them I need to talk to you in private about something classified that should keep them away for a little while. I’d have to stay in the room, but do you think that might be worth a try?” It seems doubtful, but she should probably try. “Ok.” Cassian slips out like the shadow he is. She hears him saying something to the nurses in that commanding-officer voice that can drive her crazy under the right circumstances, not that she can enjoy it in the current one. Whatever excuse he gives, probably claiming it’s classified, it works and she hears the nurses clearing out. He’s silent when he comes back into the room. She feels so awkward. He stays in the corner, back turned to her to give her some privacy. Jyn grabs the bottle and pulls her pants down under the covers to position it. Ok. This time, for sure. She just needs to relax. She just needs to try. She starts to let go, feels it coming. She’s hyper aware of her breathing in the small space. Even worse, she’s painfully aware of Cassian’s. She has to try to go, she can do it, but… No. No, she can’t do this, she can’t piss with Cassian in the room. She presses a hand to her crotch and tenses voluntarily, this time. Admittedly, she’s barely tried, but even if she can, she won’t. She’ll wait until he leaves, she can make it that long. Right? Right? No, she needs to pee. She has to. She tries again but she still can’t relax. She’s whimpering softly, the liquid inside her screaming to get out even as her subconscious continues to deny her relief. Her bladder can’t actually explode, right? That’s a myth, it doesn’t happen. She’ll be fine. Ears burning, she puts the bottle back and squeezes her pelvic muscles, keeping herself together. “I guess not. Thank you, anyway.” She hopes he’ll leave now. Instead Cassian comes back to her bedside, frowning. He looks like he’s thinking hard. “I wonder about what those drug test results will be. It’s not usually like this for you, is it?” “Not usually, no.” “I didn’t think so. I mean, you’ve peed near me lots of times before, right? I wonder if maybe this is the after-effects of that drug yesterday, if maybe that’s what’s making you so nervous.” She hadn’t considered it, but now that she does it makes perfect sense. She and Cassian once spent fifteen hours in a cell with a glass wall and nowhere to piss but a grate in the middle of the floor and she had no problem with that. This should be nothing. It’s comforting to realize this might not be her fault (ok, not all her fault. This last time might be her fault, since she was kind of actively holding it in for a minute there, but that was for the sake of her dignity). “That might make sense.” “Are you sure you don’t want to talk to a doctor? They could get you a muscle relaxant or something, to help.” “No, I... I just need a little time. It’s really not that bad...” She can’t stop herself from fidgeting, though, and it draws Cassian attention. “You really need to go,” he says. “Clearly. You’re in pain, aren’t you?” She shrugs, and he responds by reaching down and pulling the covers off her lap. He looks pointedly down like something’s proven his point, and when she follows his gaze she knows what it is. Her bladder forms a visible bulge between her hips. It’s stretched to the limit, past the limit. She knew that. She was trying to ignore it. Cassian gives her a pointed look, then puts a hand to her lower abdomen but he wouldn’t dare - He presses down. It’s gentle, very gentle, but it’s unbearable. There’s no give at all, her bladder rock hard, and she sobs as another leak escapes her, the added pressure blacking out the edges of her vision. She has to go so bad but she will not do it in front of Cassian. She won’t. She can’t. He doesn’t torture her anymore than that, thank the maker. He’s made his point. “It is that bad. This isn’t ok, Jyn, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” “I can't - I can’t help it.” She’s well on her way to properly crying and she hates herself for it. “It hurts but I can’t do it.” He seems to consider her for a moment. “Do you think… would you let me help?” Don’t think there’s much you could do.” “I might be able to. May I at least try?” “No.” "Jyn. I really don’t mind, I want to help you. Come on.” “What are you thinking?” He sits down on the edge of her bed. “Do you trust me?” She nods automatically, because trusting Cassian has been second nature since somewhere between the hangar in Yavin IV and the Scarif citadel, but she doesn’t like the sound of that. “Good. Come here.” NOPE, no, there is no way she’s getting closer to him when she might burst at any moment, no way. “Come on, I’m not asking again. Come here.” He tugs her toward him, and she’s too focused on keeping herself under control to resist. The sudden movement does not do her any favors and it’s only by clenching her muscles even harder that she manages to avoid another leak. “Cassian!” She protests, as he’s pulling her into his lap and then working her panties down her legs. Whatever he thinks he’s doing, this is such a bad idea. “I know, just give it a shot. No one’s coming in. Spread your legs.” “No!” “Jyn. Legs. Spread.” Face burning, she allows her legs to fall slightly apart and he hooks them around his to force them wider. “That’s right. Now lean back against me.” There seems to be no point in protesting, but she’s really struggling now. Her thighs are spread too far apart, without even the protection of her underwear. It already feels harder to hold it but she will NOT lose control in his lap. “Cassian…” “Shh.” He hands her the bottle. “Position that. You can do this.” “I really can’t!” She fits the opening over her pussy anyway. Her best option now is to wait it out - hold on until he decides this won’t work and leaves, and then hope she’ll somehow be able to piss as soon as he leaves. “Yes, you can. I’m going to pull your shirt up now, ok?” Now he wants permission. Not that he really needs it. She knows that if she were to really protest, put up a fight, he’d back off immediately. And if nothing else, he’s respect her safeword. “Whatever.” “Good. Relax, Jyn. Relax everything.” Why does everyone seem to think that’s so easy? Even if she thought she could relax she wouldn’t, not like this. He’ll give up and leave soon. She only has to hold out a little while longer. Even as she’s thinking that, it becomes clear just how well Cassian knows what he’s doing. He rubs a hand gently over her abdomen, amplifying the pressure. Then, holding her leg still with one hand, with the other he finds where her swollen bladder bulges betwen her hips and with two fingers, gently, he starts tapping. The touch is rhythmic and so light she shouldn’t even notice it, but - fuck! Almost immediately her urge increases to impossible levels and she’s suddenly much less confident in her ability to hold it in. She gasps, eyes screwing shut as she tightens her pelvic muscles. She feels like she’s about to explode but no. She will not pee, she will not pee, she will not pee... "It’s ok. You just have to relax. I promise I don’t mind.” Cassian coaxes near her ear, not letting up despite how she tries to escape the touch. Oh, fuck, he’s good. No matter how hard she tries to stop it she can feel her exhausted muscles starting to loosen without her consent. She needs to go so fucking bad... ...And why shouldn’t she? Cassian’s made it clear it’s what he wants. She’s running low on options, she should just... No. No, nonono. She will not pee. “Stop,” she sobs, turning her face into the crook of his neck. “Shh, I know. I know, it’s ok. Just relax,” “I can’t.” “You can. I know it’s hard, but you have to let it happen.” She’s beginning to realize, with some level of panic, that it may no longer be her choice very soon. The logical part of her mind knows that. And even that it’s a good thing. She needs the release so, so badly. But still, the drug-induced tension remains “No…” She whines, squirming, caught between her opposing instincts. “Jyn.” He keeps tapping at her rock hard, bursting bladder. “You have to let go.” Let go. She has to let go. She squirms and whimpers, helpless. Then she forces herself to suck in a full breath, fighting what has to be the residual effects of her drugs to start to slow her heartbeat to try and relax her exhausted pelvic muscles. Relax. The tapping is helping a lot, but it’s not enough yet. She’s still so tense, this isn’t going to - “Fuck!” Untensing so quickly went a long way. She’s not ready for the sudden intense wave as she comes closer and closer to being able to release. It’s overwhelming. But finally something’s happening. She can feel it coming. She resists every instinct to fight it back. Let go. Let it out. Suddenly she spurts, two seconds of piss hitting the bottom of the bottle with a splattering sound. She stops herself before she has time to register it. No! Idiotic, self-sabotaging body... Her bladder protests, begging for more relief. She can’t help but whimper. “It’s ok,” Cassian soothes. “You’re getting there. Don’t fight it.” She’s nearly crying but she forces her heartbeat slower again. It’s a bit easier this time. Maybe there is something to be said for breaking the seal or whatever it is people say. Relax. Let go. It feels like forever and a couple seconds at the same time and then… it happens. The stream starts slowly but it speeds up to a torrent fast, a little like turning a faucet on. For one, long moment, she can feel nothing but mortification. It’s so loud and she’s peeing in Cassian’s lap that’s so - but then… Relief. “Good,” Cassian mumbles in her ear. “That’s a good girl.” She whimpers, turning to hide her face in his neck as the pent-up liquid gushes out of her into the bottle, making her head spin. Fucking finally, it feels so good to finally let it out, how did she even hold so much for so long? She goes, and goes, finally, a hissing sound she can hardly hear over the blood rushing in her ear. The bottle warms in her hand as she fills it. She’s doing it, she’s finally peeing, and the sensation is incredible. It feels amazing. No matter how hard it was to start, she thinks now that she couldn’t stop if she wanted to. Her brain glitches before she realizes how big of an issue that might be. Sure enough she looks down and sees the bottle filling crazy fast. It’s nearly full already. Shit. She fights, trying to tamp down the stream, and whines. She can’t do it, she can’t do it but she has to, but there’s still so much, she’s still so full... She manages to slow the stream to a dribble just before the receptacle is completely full, whimpering What is she going to do? She can’t hold it in any longer, her exhausted bladder still screaming even after the pee she’s let out, the taste of relief making it feel almost worse. She needs to keep peeing. Is there a toilet anywhere nearby? Could she get to it without soaking herself? She's ready to cry again. “Hey, it’s ok,” Cassian says in answer to her distressed sounds, “I think there should be…” he leans and reaches down. It forces Jyn to lean forward with him, compressing her bladder and making her nearly cry out, hand flying to her crotch to stop herself from spurting. What is he doing, why… “There, I thought so. It’s ok.” He pulls a bucket out from under the bed. How did he know… she’s not going to question it. She just barely has the presence of mind to twist the cap onto the full collection vessel while he holds the bucket up between her legs. She couldn’t have held it in a second longer if she tried, and the moment it’s in place pee is gushing out of Jyn again. She moans helplessly as the pressure begins to ease and she’s able to empty herself without restraint. “There, that’s it…” Cassian praises. She keeps peeing on and on. It’s a long time before her stream begins to slow, and even then it doesn’t stop. Then there are a few false stops, the stream pausing for a second before she whimpers and releases a little more, a little more. “Is that all of it?” Cassian asks after a longer pause, and Jyn groans. “No…” Her eyes screw shut and she focuses on the little bit of liquid left inside her, relaxing totally to let a trickle out for another few seconds. After another long pause he ventures, “All done?” “Yeah…” Jyn sighs. She’s limp in his lap. Her poor, overworked bladder is finally empty. It feels almost euphoric. She wants to be embarrassed, but she just can’t find it in herself. “Thank you,” she whimpers. “Of course. You really needed to go! I can’t believe you were holding all that.” Neither can Jyn. Along with the capped urinal, the bucket from under the bed is over half full. She’s certain she’s never peed anything close to that amount in her life. Jyn shimmies her panties back up and turns slightly in his arms, enjoying the light feeling in her abdomen. “I’m sorry for being so cranky.” “That’s alright, I’m sure I would have been too. You were holding a lake in there!” Cassian kisses her temple and wraps his arms around her. She lets herself be comforted by it. A few minutes pass and Cassian shifts under her and moves her out of his lap apologetically. “I have to get going pretty soon. But um…” “Yes?” “I have to go out on patrol right from here and um… I kinda really have to piss now, too. Would you mind if I used the bucket?” She wants to blush at the idea, which is stupid after she literally just peed in his lap, but whatever. She’ll examine that later. She watches him shift his hips subtly. Nowhere remotely close to how desperate she was, of course, but he clearly does need to go, poor man. “Of course, be my guest.” Cassian drags the bucket between his legs and pulls out his dick. Probably she should give him privacy but she can’t bring herself to look away. Not examining that. His eyebrows furrow as he aims, and starts to pee. He goes for a good long while, stream steady and forceful, giving a soft groan as his bladder empties. It sounds almost like the noise he makes when he’s getting hard, which is… interesting. The bucket is filled nearly to the brim before he’s done, and when he’s finished he sighs with relief. Jyn smiles at him, teasing. “Feel better?” “Much better, thank you.” He tucks his dick back into his pants and leans over to give her a nice kiss. “I have to go now. I’ll see you tonight, ok? Maybe you can sit in my lap for something more fun.” He winks. “That sounds great.” She’s definitely looking forward to being in his bed instead of this one. “Thank you again for helping me out.” “Anytime. I’ll send the nurse in on my way out?” (The nurse comes back moments after Cassian leaves. Jyn hands her the full bottle, very glad the twi’lek is on the opposite side of the bed from where Cassian was. She'd rather not talk about the flood she's just released. “Perfect! Do you have any concerns? Are you feeling ok?” “Fine. I can leave now?” “I think you should be good to go as long as you’re feeling ok. We’ll send you your test results this evening, and you'll know by tonight if you’ll need to come back.” Jyn nods, but she's already determined she's not coming back either way. She leaves before she can change her mind.)
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    Sabine's Relief

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    Sabine has been desperately trying to find a bathroom but unfortunately she still doesn't have any luck finding one. As time goes on her need to pee is getting worse and worse, and she's sweating a lot because of having to pee so bad. As minutes went by every step felt like a torture for her very full bladder, she eventually managed to find a bathroom she could use in a store, once she entered the bathroom she rushes to the toilet, quickly pulles her pants and underwear down, and in the very moment her butt touched the toilet seat, a powerful stream of pee shot out of her, and a very audible sigh came out of Sabine. Sabine moaned as she peed in the toilet, breathing heavily as all the pain in her bladder was flowing out of her. After about three minutes on the toilet, Sabine’s stream had finally tapered off to some drops. When she was finally done, she sighed once again, ripped off a piece of toilet paper, and wiped herself before she put her underwear and pants back on, flushed the toilet, washed her hands, and left the bathroom.
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    Sabine Wren from Star Wars Rebels after drinking too much desperately needs to pee but unfortunately the only bathroom she found was Out of Order. Now the poor girl has stuck with a very full bladder, causing her to sweat nervously. Will she be able to find another one in time?
  6. Hi guys, I have returned again after a long period of lurking to submit another story, this is based on the clone wars episodes where Ashoka posed as a slave to save her people, resulting in her being locked in a cage, for those of you who haven't seen the episode I have included a link to her outfits the times she was enslaved, with the outfit she is wearing in the story being a combination of both. Comments are welcome and let me know if you want a continuation! Enjoy! WARNING CONTAINS POOP DESPERATION AND MESSING (Image link: https://www.deviantart.com/the-first-magelord/art/Ahsoka-Slave-Princess-revealed-271021018) Ashoka Tano usually trusted her master’s judgement, while Anakin Skywalker’s methods were… unorthodox, they usually garnered results. She said usually as currently his latest hare brained scheme had her posing, no actually becoming a slave for the amusement of Queen Miraj, ruler of the Zygerrian Slave Empire. Ashoka had been forced to dress in a skimpy slave outfit. Parade herself in front of a room if slavers, before being escorted to a cage, suspended from the wall and locked inside. That has been nearly 18 hours ago. During that time she had been fed a bowl of scraps from presumably the palace kitchen and given a large beaker of liquid to drink, before being left to get some fitful sleep, being woken by the groans and whimpering of her fellow slave girls suspended alongside her. Originally Ashoka assumed that the groans were caused by cramped muscles and cold winds, something her skimpy outfit did nothing to protect her from, causing her nipples to become hardened and visible through her barely there coverings. However Ashoka soon realised it was due to the fact that nobody had come by to allow the slave girls to relieve themselves. Ashoka awoke to a throbbing sensation from her full bladder, filled by the large beaker she had drank the night before, along with the rest of the day trekking to the slavers palace with no stop for the refresher. More worryingly she felt a heaviness in her bowels which told her she was in desperate need to empty herself. Ashoka hated to use the refresher when someone else could hear her and was probably listening. Back on a Star cruiser with everyone bustling around she could go no problem, everyone was too busy to hear her. However when it was just her and her master alone on the ship they travelled in on, well she did well letting go of her bladder. Meaning she had at least 3 days of backed up waste inside her begging for release, along with a full bladder. Looking around she could see her fellow slaves were in the same predicament. A green skinned Twei'lek girl was sat with her heel pressed into her crotch, her breasts bouncing as she jiggled in her cage. While a blonde haired Human girl was holding herself openly while whimpering and glancing around with pleading eyes as if a refresher or hell even a pot would magically appear. Seeing her own need reflected in those around her made Ashoka’s desperation worse and she started to subtly shift her weight from side to side as she assessed her options. She couldn’t simply relieve herself in her clothes, she didn’t know how long she would remain like this, plus what kind of punishment she might receive. Nor could she simply pull her crotch coverings to the side and let go. Her cage was too constrictive and so was her costume. It was so form fitting the whole bodysuit had to be undone at the collar, which was currently locked shut. Meaning her only choice was to wait for relief. However no sooner did she think this Ashoka spotted the door to her jail block open and guards walk in with trays of food. The girl’s immediately began crying out in various languages begging for relief, but the guards either didn’t understand or didn’t care, merely leering at the writhing girls and passing their food and drinks before moving on. As they reached Ashoka’s cell they glanced at her before shoving her tray of food, the same scraps as before along with another big beaker of liquid. Ashoka didn’t bother to ask to relieve herself, it was clear that wasn’t happening yet. Instead she squirmed slightly as she looked at her breakfast. She didn’t want to add to her full bladder and bowels but knew she would likely be punished if she didn’t do as she was told, so she reluctantly dug in. 5 minutes later Ashoka was finished, her bladder felt like a hard ball, compressed by her tight costume, while her bowels felt like a coil of snakes writhing in urgency. Her fellow slaves were now moaning and squirming openly in desperation and Ashoka had no choice but to join them. After an hour of this torture Ashoka was sure they were all about to suffer accidents when the guards returned and began removing the girls from their cages, lining the half naked and squirming beauties up as if they were queuing for a refresher. Ashoka shifted from foot to foot, rubbing her hands on her thighs and clenching her cheeks, knowing that to hold herself meant practically exposing all in public. She blushed as she realised that the Human girl appeared to have her hand inside her skirt, rhythmically massaging her crotch to hold in her waters, however that was short lived when the guards came back and saw her doing this, threatening her with a whip until she stopped, leaving her from hopping from foot to foot with her hands clenched tight, similar to what Ashoka and the Twei'lek girl were doing. The three desperate girls were frog marched through the palace, doing nothing to help their urgent needs, until they were brought to a doorway, where a single girl and a slaver were waiting for them. The slave girl was a fellow red skinned Torgruta, also dressed skimpily, with her legs pretzeled as she bobbed up and down, pushing a trolly filled with trays of drinks. The slaver glanced at the new arrivals before speaking to them in common. “Good, you have arrived. You will be serving drinks this morning to her majesty and her supporters, you will hold yourself to the proper decorum and not embarrass yourself or her majesty. Failure to do so will result in your public humiliation. If you are able to control yourself then you will be granted a rest period and the refresher, understood?” The slaver looked at the girls who all nodded. Ashoka glanced at the other girls, she doubted if any of them could wait that long, she was pretty sure she could spot some glistening on the Twei'leks thighs but that could just be sweat. As for herself, she knew it would be a close run thing, her Jedi training included controlling her body and it’s needs but this was pushing it to the extreme. Her bladder throbbed every time she took a step and her bowels were cramping hard in need of release. The slaver nodded towards the trolley and the four girls, the other Torgruta seemingly joining, them picked up their trays and made their way into the room. The girls were forced to carefully carry their trays throughout the room in circles before stopping and waiting before starting again. This was difficult to do in such a crowded room, compounded by their obvious needs, which try as they might to keep subtle, was noticed by everyone present, mostly down to their constant squirming and at this point pronounced bladder bulges. The only respite from the torture was when their trays became empty and the girls could retreat into a servants alcove, allowing them the privacy to hold themselves and squirm frantically as their trays were refilled with fresh beverages. After an hour of this torture it was clear that the girls were at their breaking point. None of them could keep their desperation subtle, with Ashoka being asked more than once to stand in place as the slavers watched her squirm in need. Her bladder was on the verge of bursting and she desperately needed to let out a few drops, while she was having to stop in her circuits occasionally and clench her cheeks tightly as her bowels made a desperate bid for freedom and caused her tired sphincter to open and threaten to spill its contents into her tight costume. Returning to wait with the other girls, she could see that the Twei'lek girl had clearly leaked into her costume, her crotch darkened and glistening while she crossed and uncrossed her legs, causing her breasts to jiggle seductively and draw the eyes of many of patrons in the room. The Human girl too was clearly beginning to lose her battle too, while her loin cloth betrayed no hint of an accident, her blushing face and refusal to look at anyone clearly gave away her inability to hold in her urine any longer. The Torgruta Girl clearly shared Ashok’s dilemma as she could see her ass cheeks tightly clenched in the tight costume she was wearing as she marched in place. As she watched the girl gasped and looked down, drawing Ashoka’s eyes to her crotch which darkened briefly as the girl began to lose control. Watching her fellow slave begin to get release was too much for Ashoka’s tired and bursting bladder and she felt the crotch of her costume darken as the first few drops of urine escape her quivering woman hood and dampen her crotch covering. It was at this point the slaver in charge of their duty approached, taking in the sight of the four girls failing to control themselves with a look of disapproval. “As you clearly can’t contain yourselves, once her majesty finishes her opening address you may be allowed to relieve yourselves, however there is only one pot for four of you so be sure to be efficient in its use.” He said, with a malicious glint in his eye, before heading over to the alcove and placing a relatively small pot on the floor. The sight of their potential relief drove the four slaves crazy, making their squirming all the more frantic. As the Queen rose to her feet atop her throne she took in the sight of the four squirming girls and smiled. “Welcome my loyal subjects to our annual slave market…” she began, her sentence being greeted by cheers from the assembled crowd. Ashoka watched as the slave girls continued to slowly lose the battle with their bodies. The Twei'lek girl’s wet patch had now spread to her ass, while small rivulets of pee were running down the Human girl’s nude legs and forming a small puddle on the floor. The Torgruta girl was seemingly sacrificing her bladder to control her bowels as her wet patch steadily grew, highly visible on the light grey of her costume. Ashoka meanwhile was seriously struggling to retain any control at all. She had leaked a further two times into her crotch strap, which now clung warmly to her womanhood which throbbed with need. Meanwhile it took more and more of her willpower each time to hold back her waste, as the waves of desperation were getting stronger and more frequent, the additional rich food she ate this morning playing havoc on her stomach. This state of utter torture continued on for five excruciating minutes before the slaver Queen drew her speech to a close. “… Now before we begin our auction, all these drinks have made me in dire need of a chamber pot! Slaves! Bring me my pot!” This announcement was met with cheers from the crowd as the girls realised to their horror that their only source of relief was actually intended for the Queen. With slow desperate steps the four girls shakily picked up the pot, each girls’ bladders desperately protesting as they got so close to relief, and gingerly made their way through the grinning crowd to the Queen’s throne. “Excellent, two of you will hold my dress up, while one of you holds the pot nice and close, the final girl can wipe me clean when I am done.” The Queen said with a grin, taking in the four bursting girls around her “You two can hold my dress.” She said , gesturing to the Twei'lek and the Human. “While my newest slave can hold my pot!” The Queen decreed, smiling widely at Ashoka. Her shifting form giving away just how desperate to pass her waters as her slaves were. The two girls lifted up the Queen’s skirts, squirming as they stood. While Ashoka was forced to kneel down and slowly pull down the Queen’s undergarments, which she noticed to some surprised also bore a small wet patch. As she touched the Queen’s thighs that patch grew, causing Ashoka to groan and lose a spurt into her costume, a few spots of golden liquid splattering to the floor. As the Queen’s nether regions were laid bare to the crowd the trembling Torgruta handed Ashoka the pot, who placed it between the Queen’s thighs. She could feel a wave of desperation building in her bowels and prayed it held off long enough for the Queen to finish and allow Ashoka to stand back up, as she had no control in her current position. With a barely concealed moan the Queen began noisily emptying her bladder into the chamber pot. The sound caused all four slave girl’s crotches to darken further, with several spurts beginning to hit the floor. The sight and sound of relief proved too much for the poor Twei'lek who despite burning her hand in her crotch, began to shamefully wet herself, her tired bladder letting lose a thick stream into her hand, casing it to noisily splash down her legs and pool on the floor as she sagged in utter relief. The Torgruta girl too couldn’t hold her bladder any longer, squatting slightly and pissing forcefully through her costume, while holding her ass tightly with both hands. The Human girl miraculously held onto most of her bladder although two powerful spurts escaped and splattered onto the floor. While Ashoka too was forced to spurt into her costume. Her biggest problem was her bowels. Her current position left her ass cheeks spread and no matter how much she squirmed she could do little to prevent the first of several solid logs escaping from her tired Sphincter and beginning to tent the back of her costume. The young Jedi desperately tried one last time to hold back the inevitable, before with a shuddering moan, she lost all control and began to mess herself. Her first log curled thickly in the back of her costume before breaking off, before a second began to push its way out, with no more room her costume was pushed away from her ass, with the end off it beginning to poke out the sides, as Ashoka gave in and began to push out the third and final log, her bladder finally gave way and a golden waterfall ran from the crotch of her costume and pooled rapidly at her feet. The Human girl watched all this unfold with wide eyed horror before quickly, while still holding the Queen’s dress aloft, squatted down and pulled the front of her loin cloth to the side, as she revealed her skimpy crotch cover which was already soaked through a thick stream burst through the saturated material and splattered loudly onto the ground. The poor Torgruta girl who had finished wetting herself was frantically tugging at her costume, begging in common for help, but with her colleagues too busy disgracing themselves and the slavers too interested in the show. Her frantic squirming ending in her squatting down and noisily emptying her bowels into her costume, the tight material swishing her mess and causing it to hug her lithe figure uncomfortably. The Queen had at this point finished relieving herself and quietly gestured for the gathered slavers to leave the room. Once they were alone she sat back down on her throne, before looking on with a mysterious glint in her eye. “You all failed to wait like good slave girls should to relieve yourselves. So you will be punished.” She paused to allow the gravity of her words to sink in. “You will be taken from here, striped and cleaned before you will be brought back to me again. For the next 24 hours you will be fed and watered and will not leave my side for any reason as you attend to my *every* need in private. If you can do this without disgracing yourself again, then I will grant you permission to wear clothes and use the refresher. Otherwise your 24 hours will begin anew the minute you soil yourself.” The four slave girls listened to her words numbly, knowing their near future would most likely be filled with desperate accidents. ‘Master please hurry!’ Ashoka thought, noticing she hadn’t quite achieved complete relief in both her bladder and bowels. ‘I already need to go again.’
  7. A/N: This story takes place after the end of the new Star Wars movie The Rise Of Skywalker. There is spoilers from the movie in this story, so if you haven’t seen the new movie then don’t read this and wait until you have seen it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “Hey guys I’m Rey, I’m sorry I couldn’t finish all my naughty stories. It’s was because I had to fight the Emperor, who actually turns out to be my grandfather. Yeah my grandfather, anyway the last time we caught up was on Ahch-To where I pissed myself. Now let’s get back to the more recent update, after I defeated my Grandfather, I decided to come and live on Tatooine (the birth place of Luke and Anakin Skywalker), I have spent a whole week here now and even though Tattooine is a desert planet like Jakku I prefer Tattooine better because I am free from being a scavenger and give my salvage to Unkar Plutt and sleeping in that dreadful At-At walker where the toilet was broken and I didn’t live a great life. Anyway, I sometimes work part time as a scavenger and I help the Jawas with their scavenging. But most of the time I’m living in a much better lifestyle than before and be very naughty most of the time, exactly like today.” ”Today was my day to help the Jawas scavenging, we spotted an old X-wing and no I ain’t talking about Luke’s one it’s a complete different model. We then do the work on it and it was at this moment when I detached one of its Blissex, which heads to the Pilex driver (the thing that makes it start) and I detached the other one and the ship will never run again. The Jawas uses these Blissex and Pilex drivers to build droids, fix their ship or just as an item to trade, as I said to myself Another day, another ship to scavenge. I’ve never minded it. I’ve been doing this for as long as I can remember and at the of 12 and now I’m 20. Then I slide into the bow of an X-wing and start on the fuel injectors. Within minutes, the first injector comes out with ease, on Jakku most scavenging X-Wings injectors don’t come out with so ease, because some other people removes all the most important parts and makes it jam. That has always been the blame I put on when I wet myself in its cockpit. This planet is exactly like Jakku with its weather patterns and I have to keep the heat off, I have to drink water. So I stop every half an hour to a break to take a drink of water. Onen thing about me is that I always have much more water than I need and makes me more desperate to pee. I then get back to the fuel injectors, after another 15 minutes, I have all of them out and lying on the sand as I give them one by one to the Jawas. They give me some credits (Tattooine’s currency and its the same in Jakku) for my personal use or whatever use. I jump onto my speeder bike and ride it back to where I stay, I can already feel that I’m starting to get a full bladder. Oh yeah I forgot to say that I live close to the main town and not in a remote area, like on Jakku and there usually a lot of traffic back home at sundown and I always try to leave work earlier to avoid the traffic, but it was really bad now. I got to the turn off, but the traffic is already there and I had to wait in this traffic. My bladder was getting more fuller and soon it will be aching for its release and I don’t want a repeat of what happened when I first got here I got drunk and pissed myself while drive I had to spend a lot of time cleaning the seat and I don’t want that happening again. The traffic was decreasing slowly, but my bladder was increasing slowly. I was scared I thought that the end was coming soon and that the inevitable process will happen. The traffic decreased fully, in simpler words it went away and by that reckoning I already had a full bladder. As soon as turned left towards home I glance down toward my hand and am shocked by what I see. My bladder is now stretched to its absolute limit to contain the flood within, and I think it’s about four inches. I slip one hand into my panties and brush past my clit to my urethra, there I can feel the pee at the very tip of my pee hole and it’s driving me insane with fear. With my hand still stuck into my panties I felt a spurt come out of my slit and I apply more pressure, but my second spurt tells me I should get home quickly I completely drench myself and clean the seat again. I take my hand out of my damp panties and I haul myself up and with one hand I am applying pressure onto my crotch. I can see home, but despite constant pressure, my muscles begin to tire. This is resulted by another spurt making it’s way out of my lips. And another. Soon, I have a slow but steady stream coming out of my aching pussy.I try to clamp it off, but my muscles refuse to respond. I shove my hand into my urethra and I try to stop the flow by use the force on my bladder I put it’s spurting flood back into my urethra, but it won’t hold for much longer. Now my bladder responds. It wants relief and it wants it now! My sphincters decide that the moment is to completely relax, but I try to fight it. I park the speeder in the driveway and I race to the door, I can’t open it with the key because if I did I would start wetting myself, so I used the force. The door mechanism opened and let me in, I used the force to close it as I ran towards the nearest bathroom. I open the door and close the door by the same method as the front door. I took my hand of my crotch and took off my pants and panties off, I stat down quickly on the toilet in seconds my bladder released it’s hold and I moaned heavily because I just made it. I spent the rest, just enjoying the relief. I scream as what seems like all the water on Kamino pours out of my lower lips from my tortured bladder. Almost instantaneously a second one hits, this time like the Carbon Ridge falling on me, I enjoy what I can about my desperation and it’s relief. My stream dies down and wipe my vagina and I stand up and flush the toilet. I pull up my panties and pants and I walk into the kitchen and pick out a bottle of water and I drink the whole 1 litre bottle up and I walk to the bedroom, where I strip down until I am fully nude. Now as I am naked I get onto the bed and into the covers and I fall asleep with a full litre of water in me and it would be a wonderful thing to play with in the morning. To Be Continued...
  8. Hi everyone ! This is my first fiction, in the Star Wars universe. I hope you like it, and if you do, I can write a sequel ! « - Are you sure this will be enough for us to have the majority ? » Senator Bail Organa asked this question for the 5th at least to Senator Padme Amidala. « - We can’t be sure. But I don’t see what to change again in my speech. » answered Padme, a bit tired by their endless preparation. It must have been 3 hours they worked on this speech. « - Look, we’ve weighted every word of it. Tomorrow is a big day, we should all go to rest. ». The suggestion of Senator Mon Mothma was widely shared among the people in the room. Tomorrow is a big day for the delegation of 2000. The group of senators hope to block the budget presented by Chancellor Palpatine to the Senate. With the concentration of powers around him, the budget vote was the only weapon they had left to oppose him. But in order to rally votes against the budget, the delegation needed a brilliant speech to convince other senators. And of course, Padme had the most crucial role : delivering the speech. Mon Mothma accompanied Padme to her room, along with Padme’s servant Sabé, who followed her everywhere. « - Rest well Padme, tomorrow is your day. - Our day. », answered Padme. Mon Mothma flashed her a smile and left. Padme was relieved to be back in her room. The young woman had many qualities for a Senator : she was smart, brave, and a brilliant public speaker. But Padme had one weakness. One that no one, even Anakin, knew. She had a very weak bladder. The only one to know the problem of Padme was her servant Sabé, who had to help her with her dress in many close calls, and helped her with cleaning when she had accidents. Three hours without a break began to be a lot for Padme’s bladder. She wasn’t desperate, as the long senate sessions had been a good training for her, but she could feel that her bladder was filling quickly. So when Mon Mothma suggested, to end the meeting, Padme felt a certain delight. « - Can you prepare all the files for tomorrow before you go Sabé. I’m going to the restroom. - Of course your highness. You don’t need any help with your dress ? - I’ll be fine, thank you. » Sabé always offered her help to Padme, as she knew sometimes Padme couldn’t wait and needed help with her dresses. Not this time however. Padme went in the restroom and began to take off her dress. This was the part she hated the most. When she was close to relieve herself, her need doubled everytime she had to take off her clothes. « - Come on, come on… » Padme began to regret not to have accepted Sabé’s help. As her bladder screamed for relief with the toilet so close, Padme realised : her zipper was stuck. Here she was, stuck in her dress, in her bathroom, and desperate to pee. Hoping she was still there, Padme called for Sabé to come to her rescue : « - Sabé ? Sabé are you there ? I’m stuck with my dress and I really need to use the toilet, can you help me ? Please… » her voice sounded pretty desperate. As she called for Sabé, Padme tried to keep her legs crossed tightly. Sabé quickly arrived, as she was still in the room nearby. « - Don’y worry your highness, I will help you. - Oh thank you Sabé, I’m so sorry, but aaaah… », as she apologized to Sabé, Padme was hit by a wave of desperation that forced her to push with her hands on her crotch to repel the pee. « Aaah please Sabé quickly, I fear I might pee myself ! » « Hold it your highness ! » A few seconds later, Sabé managed to unlock the zipper and pulled it down. She began to help Padme with the rest of the dress, but the Senator really couldn’t wait. She began to take off the dress herself, nearly tearing it apart. « - Aaaah let me pee !!! » Finally, she pulled down her panties and threw herself on the toilet. « - Aaaaah… That’s so good… ». Her stream sounded like on of the fall on her home planet, Naboo. Realising what just happened, Padme blushed and apologized to Sabé : « - Oh, I’m so sorry Sabé… Once again I would have wet my dress without you. - It’s ok your highness, we all have emergencies. » said Sabé with a smile. « - Speaking of which, If you don’t need me anymore… » Sabé squirmed slightly on the spot. The sound of Padme’s pee seemed to have awakened her bladder. « - Oh of course Sabé, go ! » « Thank you, your highness. » Sabé quickly leaved the bathroom to tend to her own needs. As she emptied her bladder completely, Padme thought to herself : « - I hope I’m going to be fine tomorrow… It can be long before I speak, and my own speech is pretty long… » She was worried, but quickly brushed away her thoughts. The stakes were just too high to think about her bladder.
  9. Ahsoka woke up naked in her room she shared with her master Anakin Skywalker, she always woke up with a full bladder everyday. Now Anakin was in the bathroom doing a shower and she had to pee desperately. Ahsoka quickly knocked on the door to tell Anakin that she had to go, “Aaaa, Anakin please let me in I have to pee so badly do you want me to wet myself?” Anakin woke got out of the shower and opened the door to the bathroom, she was happy with Anakin for letting her relieve her desperation to fucking pee. Anakin walk back to the shower but Ahsoka’s full bladder kept getting worse from every step she took. Now Ahsoka was about to relieve herself but she slipped on the wet floor the Anakin did when he came out of shower and she still had to pee desperately. Ahsoka’s bladder throbbed while she fell and could feel her piss pushing on her aching naked orange pussy and her bladder. She quickly tried to get back up, but she couldn’t get herself up just then Ahsoka sensed Padmé coming to so they could both secretly wet themselves together. Just then there knock on the door it was Padmé she was already there, Ahsoka trying again to get up but she couldn’t but then let out a squirt of pee out. She tried one more time and it worked this time she got up and because she just couldn’t let herself pee in the toilet and let poor old Padmé wait for her to open the door until there was no more fuel in the tank. Ahsoka walked over to where the main entrance door was and let Padmé in, her bladder couldn’t cope the journey to the door as it released another squirt of pee onto the carpet. She did not give up on her friend even know that she was still naked and had to pee. Her bladder throbbed as she placed her hands over her pussy and grabbed her bladder tightly and continued walking, she made it the she had to release one of her hands to open the door. She reached her left hand over to unlock the door as she did and let Padmé in and she closed the door. She started losing control of her desperation and couldn’t hold it anymore that she peed in front of Padmé and she ruined the front door carpet. Anakin now out of the shower with a black towel on above his legs, Ahsoka quickly said to him” Anakin I er I er sort of had an accident on this carpet!” Anakin replied with “So you mean that you pissed yourself on this carpet.” “Yes.” Replied Ahsoka. Ahsoka quickly got dressed to cover up her meaty orange breasts and put on her panties and her Jedi clothes on and left with Padmé to go pee themselves in secret. To be continued
  10. From the album: Spectre’s GMod Album

    The force isn’t the only sensitive thing in Trilla’s body, her bladder is even more sensitive.

    © Star Wars

  11. Tatooine was once known as a hive of scum and villainy. It was incredibly dry, deadly hot, and a popular dumping ground for broken down ships and other unwanted vehicles or technology. However, Tatooine started becoming quieter since the end of the Galactic Civil War, but the population of the scavengers and bandits still grew. It was surprising that a world with a surface made entirely of sand had as many visitors and natives as it did. Considering the facts that the sun was scorching hot and caused countless scavengers to die of heat stroke, water was so scarce that it had to be extracted from deep under the surface, and that there were large Sinking Fields in which the sand would swallow unwary travellers. Kantarra Darkdiver was a young and attractive human female. She was incredibly athletic, good with ships and technology. She used these skills to become a scavenger to one day own her own ship and leave Tatooine and explore the galaxy. She would use her speeder to search for any broken down parts of ships which she would spend hours with limited food supplies, sometimes none and no water. Kantarra lived in the outskirts of Tatooine just past Mos Eisley. Every single day it was the same schedule; find parts, come back home, sometimes go buy something to eat at Mos Eisley, eat dinner, sleep, then wake up and do it all over again. Katarra hated doing it over and over again as it quickly became a bore and tiring, especially getting heat exhaustion while she’s busy scavenging for parts. Her favourite part of the day used to be dinner because she could finally relax and eat after hours of tedious work which sometimes almost killed her. As time went on dinner started to become tedious like the rest of her routine, she desperately wanted to leave the bland deserts of Tatooine and live on a nicer planet with greenery and where water wasn’t so scarce. It was not too long, however, until she found a different favorite part of the day. Relieving herself. Every morning at roughly 6:00 am Katarra would awake with her right hand on her crotch and her legs tightly crossed, practically bursting for a pee. Every night at 11:00 before going to sleep she would drink whatever she had of water and not urinate after. Each morning she would lie awake in bed for 15 to 30 minutes, trying to hold back the urge to pee. Occasionally her need to urinate was so intense in the mornings that little spurts of pee would inadvertently leak out of her urethra and leave damp streaks on her bed (Katarra would often sleep completely nude because where she lived was the hottest part of Tatooine and also she loved wetting the bed). When she decided she could not contain her urge in anymore she would wait until her body would be completely full with her hands still firmly pressed on her urethra. Within seconds a hot jet of golden urine would soak her hands before she could move them away. She would then slowly pull them away as her stream flows onto her mattress and she would silently moan in ecstasy as she felt the best feeling she had ever experienced. Katarra would usually regularly relieve herself while scavenging, though she always waited as long as she could bare before removing her clothes and soaking the sand. However, not everyday could she freely relieve herself as she worked with the Jawas and caused her to endure more holding because the Jawas didn’t understand the human body. For such a slim girl she could hold a surprising amount of pee for an impressive amount of time, though it did not take long for a noticeable bulge in her abdomen to be visible. If there was a game to see who can hold their pee in for the longest Katarra would definitely win that, one time she had to endure 4 hours of holding while scavenging. When she would arrive at Mos Eisley or any other outposts she would usually be dying for the bathroom or would be soaked from earlier. Katarra never liked going to the public restrooms because it was always dirty and there was always long lines especially for the ladies room. The men’s room was also kept in the same way, but for some reason the cantina’s bathrooms were always kept neat and clean. However as she grew older she refused to use any bathroom that wasn’t hers. To her it felt wrong for her to go out of her way and use a public restroom, she would much prefer peeing wherever she wanted. She enjoyed the feeling of peeing in the “wrong” place, and if she ever felt a burning desire to relieve herself at the outpost then she would simply urinate behind one of the many designated living quarters. No one has caught her doing the act every time she went and Katarra hoped it stayed that way. Katarra hasn’t gone to the toilet since this morning, by the time she got off her speeder and back to her home her bladder was throbbing for release. She then entered her house and started to fight off the urge to pee, she sat down on one of her wooden chairs with my her legs bent straight and crossed over trying to hold back the urge. As time went on she started to feel hungry and a few minutes later she went to check the fridge if there was anything to eat, however there was nothing in sight and the only thing Katarra could do was to race onto her speeder bike and zoom into Mos Eisley to get something to eat. At the same time her bladder was slowly reaching full capacity and it started to hurt every time she walked. Fortunately, she made it outside with no leaks and just slowly made her way onto her speeder. A slight problem occurred when trying to get on because she couldn’t stop pee dancing so she grabbed her crotch with an iron grip and finally got on in the end. By the time she arrived at Mos Eisley, her bladder felt like she had a water balloon stuck inside her and made getting off the speeder a complete struggle with allowed her to leak into her panties. I started walking causally into town and ran behind one of the living courtiers to inspect the damage. Katarra starts doing high-knees trying to calm her body down as she starts to undo her belt which quickly falls onto the floor. She sighs with relief. The belt was putting more strain on her poor bladder than she thought. She reaches down into her pants to check her panties for a wet spot and finds a very damp patch, however it is unnoticeable from her pants. Katarra quickly pulls her pants back up and reties her belt before she uncontrollably pees her self with the warm air blowing onto her. It was only a matter of time when this started to become unsatisfactory because she fiddled too much trying to tie her belt back on without uses both hands. The young scavenger braces herself, clench her sphincters with all the strength she had and forces her belt back on. In the end, she forces it back on but then a wave of desperation washes over her and almost made her lose all the control she had. She starts panicking as she starts leaking her panties. She rubs her clit softly and gropes herself as she moans in excitement. Katarra puts the belt back on with being on a reasonable level of tightness that it stays on. not enough to torture my bladder. I walk out to my speeder and begin the drive for home. As Katarra was walking back to her speeder bike she forgot about doing the shopping, but she didn’t want to shop with this burning desire to pee. The obvious thing to do is to rush to the public restrooms and let go, but Kat hates using public bathroom because they are always smelly and dirty. She was starting to wonder why she’s getting turned on by this but I think she’ll say it’s her arousal that’s been filling her dirty mind. Kat makes her mind up very fast, she decides to keep holding on as long as she could but she decided to forget about dinner and perhaps get some sort of takeaway. It usually takes our desperate girl about 30 minutes to get back home. Currently, she’s been riding for five minutes and her bladder has expanded once again and it’s digging into her belt. She realises that loosening the belt meant that she’ll have to stop a lot to keep loosening it. So she just remove it, and keep driving. Her top flutters with the warm breeze in the air, she quickly removes it and rides topless for the remainder of her drive. She later crushes her crotch into the saddle of the speeder as it races across the Dune Sea. By now her thighs begin to cramp with all the water in the galaxy will pour out of her hot throbbing lips if she stopped. Katarra didn’t mind if her clothes got ruined because she could just wash them, at times like this she was proud of not being poor for the reason that she had access to a washing machine and a bed. She later makes another stop to take her pants off. She leaves her panties on because that saddle is quite rough on bare skin and plus it’s uncomfortable. She throws her pants with her shirt and belt on the seat next to her and keeps driving. Katarra’s bladder is already starting to give up as a trickle of pee leaks out of her sphincter, despite her best efforts to keep it in. However, she manages to hold it in by stuffing her right hand into her crotch, between the saddle and her damp panties. “I hope I can get home mostly dry.” She whisper to herself. Kat arrives back home and parks the speeder. As she gets off her legs are trembling from the strain of keeping my waters inside her body. She has one hand permanently glued to her lower lips and with the other, she grabs everything, and haul it inside. Once inside, she drops everything and lays it down on the floor. She rushes to her bathroom quickly taking off her damp panties, essentially running naked to catch her relief. Her bladder is stretched to its absolute limit to contain the flood within and now her body is slowly giving up as she starts dribbling on the floor as she runs full speed for the toilet. Her dribbles soon becomes a small stream, Katarra quickly tries to regain control. She opens the door to the bathroom and sits on the toilet and now her sphincters decide that the moment to relax completely is now. I squeal as what seems like all the water on Kamino pours out of my lower lips from my tortured bladder. She cried in joy as her golden stream poured out of her four inch bladder bulge. Katarra stayed most of the time in the bathroom releasing all of her pee out. At least a minute later she was still relieving herself when a naughty idea popped into her head, being a naughty girl she followed it for fun. She held crotch tightly and raced outside to let everything out on the sand. When Katarra opened the door the warm breeze that she experienced earlier left Tatooine and was replaced with the cold night air that brushed on her naked pussy and swirling around her firm breasts. She slowly let go of her pussy and released what was left in her out. A nice stream flowed out of her. In the distance there was a silhouette of a man watching pee in the sand, by the time Katarra finally saw him she was just about finished. To Be Continued...
  12. One important thing before you start reading: English isn't my first language. Apologies for any mistakes, especially when it comes to grammar and punctuation. Chapter 1 The Republic has not been at war with anyone for more than a thousand years, thought Triscol. It was only to be expected that the thought of facing one would shake it to its core. And yet… And yet the sheer amount of debate centered around a decision as simple as the creation of a common army baffled him. The Military Creation Act had been discussed for weeks already, and the end to deliberations — “deliberations”? — wasn’t anywhere in sight. Every session of the Senate looked the same: bickering, squabbles, mutual accusations, complaints, more bickering, recriminations of treason, more squabbles, some new accusations. The Senate is proving the Separatists quite right in their conclusions, he mused, even though he would never dare to say it aloud. The ineptitude of the Republic’s decision-makers was one of Count Dooku’s chief arguments, after all. But for an officer of the Senate Security Force to agree with it could be perceived as treasonous. Not that many of the senators present wouldn’t concur wholeheartedly. Some of the representatives believed that to establish a regular army, answering to no one but the Supreme Chancellor himself, would infringe on the sovereignty of the systems constituting the Republic. It would give the government the power to enforce its will against members of the federation in a way that would be unprecedented in the history of the galaxy, they claimed. Over the Galactic Senate itself, perhaps, since equipped with firepower, the executive branch of the Republic could attempt to extend its power beyond the legal limits set upon it. Not that anyone expected such from Chancellor Palpatine… but who could say that none of his successors would ever prove treacherous enough to attempt something like that? Those supporting the Act claimed these arguments to be irrelevant: some acknowledged that they may well have some merit, others disagreed — but all of them believed that the Republic needs an army to defend its very existence. The Separatists would sooner or later form their own military, they argued, one which they would use to destroy the Republic and replace it with something new, a polity of their own design. The Republic had the right and the obligation to defend itself, they pleaded, and preventive creation of a common military force was required to do so. Of course, there were also fringe opinions. Some believed that the Separatist systems had the moral right to secede from the Republic, and that the Republic had no reason to expect any aggression from them, thus making the Military Creation Act utterly unnecessary. Others concluded that a better solution would be to strengthen local security forces — planetary armies and fleets belonging to its member systems — thus providing the Republic with necessary firepower while avoiding appearing threatening to the worlds leaving the federation. Yet another group agreed that the emerging Independent Systems were a possible threat, yet thought that creating a standing military, or even enhancing regional fleets, would only exacerbate the tensions, leading to a conflict between the two. The senator of Naboo — Triscol’s charge — was firmly in that last camp. Padmé Amidala, the rising star of galactic politics, argued that the only thing the Military Creation Act would achieve would be to provoke the secessionists into a war, giving them a reason to create their own armed forces. The former queen of Naboo was one of the staunchest opponents of the Act, making her voice heard high and wide, quickly becoming the face of the more conservative faction of the Senate. Triscol grimaced. Guarding one of the most well-known politicians in the galaxy was never a pleasant duty… and it was even less pleasant than usual when this politician happened to be one Padmé Amidala Naberrie of Naboo. The stubborn young woman was not an unpleasant person herself, no. For the most part, she was friendly with her staff, generous with stipends and dispensations. What she was beside that, unfortunately, was someone who seemed to actively dislike concerning herself with matters of her own safety. Before the Senate Security Act had passed a month before, the senator was guarded by a small detachment of Naboo Security Forces — so small, in fact, that it had consisted of precisely one soldier. Triscol had once thought it to be negligence on part of the Naboo. Perhaps the former queen was less liked on her home planet that it was commonly said, he once wondered, perhaps they didn’t care much about her safety. Or maybe they were simply incompetent, however improbable that was. He was quickly forced to change this view. When the Senate Security Force took over in all matters concerning the security of the representatives, Padmé Amidala had firmly argued against most of the measures they were intending to implement. Why would she need a detachment of starfighters accompanying her on her every journey, she contested. Why a task force of guards to follow her everywhere, and another force to protect her apartments? She never had any need of being surrounded by a small army, why would she need it now? The commander of the Security Force had even appealed to Chancellor Palpatine himself to convince the young senator to allow the officers to do their duty… not that it had mattered in the end. The senator managed to get her way and limit her security to far below what Triscol considered an acceptable level. And now, when most of the senators present were surrounded by no less than four guards, not counting their aides, the senator Amidala’s floating platform carried precisely three people: the senator herself, one of her handmaidens — a girl called Moteé — and officer Triscol Ullmak, her one and only personal guard. The senator was sitting calmly in her chair, sipping some sort of drink provided by a serving droid, her attention seemingly focused on the speech delivered by one senator Mon Mothma of Bormea. Her elaborate gown was similar to the ones she wore during her time as a queen — Triscol had seen her once on the holonet, delivering a speech on issues between Naboo and some commerce cartel — though still somewhat less sophisticated. Her face wasn’t painted now as well, neither was her hair styled ornately, instead flowing loosely down her back. Her handmaiden, Moteé, wore an elaborate dress as well, even though much less so than the former queen’s. She didn’t seem to be paying much attention to the speech, quite the opposite: the girl appeared utterly bored. Triscol understood that; even he, having an interest in politics, hardly cared about the speeches anymore, not since they turned utterly predictable — and that was weeks ago. Give him the name of a senator, any name, Triscol would describe his views on the Act. If the girl cared little about the matter beforehand, listening to them all arguing was certainly a chore for her. Curiously enough, Moteé seemed also noticeably more restless than senator Amidala. While the senator sat almost motionless, only occasionally adjusting her position, Moteé seemed to be virtually squirming in her chair. Glancing at an empty glass on the table in front of her, Triscol didn’t have difficulty understanding why. A session of the Senate usually lasted between an hour and two hours, though they could get much shorter or much longer, depending on the topic. The floating platforms senators were using were just that — platforms, certainly not containing any utilities, much less a refresher. A senator could direct their platform to land and then go visit the fresher whenever they wanted, of course… but Amidala had yet to do that during his time with her, seemingly content to continue outwaiting the sessions. Her handmaiden seemed to be less capable of doing so, even during shorter sessions, often starting to act impatient whenever they passed the one hour mark. And this session had lasted more than three hours already. The difference between Amidala’s and her aide’s behavior was even more apparent considering how similar their looks were. Back when he started working with her, Triscol was somewhat surprised to notice that both the senator and all of her handmaidens looked very alike; it took him an embarrassing amount of time to determine that Amidala used her handmaidens not only to act as her aides but also as her doubles, whenever a situation arose that required it. Both Padmé and Moteé were brown-haired, both wore their hair long and loose, both were rather short and slim, both had brown eyes and similar facial features. Triscol supposed that it would be easy to mistake one for the other, especially if they swapped their gowns and made the handmaiden wear the more elaborate one. Unless, of course, someone were to compare their bladders, he snickered in his thoughts. As if reading his mind, one the serving droids flying around the hall approached their platform, emitting a string of beeps in binary. “Yes, we do, thank you. Caf, please,” said the senator. The machine beeped out something that sounded like an inquiry. “Yes, I prefer it in a mug,” was the answer. The serving droid moved closer to the table, extending one of its dispensers… then paused and vocalized a few disapproving noises. The senator’s mug was grabbed by one of the manipulators, quickly to be replaced by another, this one clean. The dispenser quickly started filling it with black caf, without sugar or blue milk. The machine seemed to be quite aware of Amidala’s preferences. Quite surprising, thought Triscol, considering that she’s a senator not much longer than five months. On the other hand, the senator did seem to be fond of caf, usually requesting a new cup immediately after finishing the previous one — seemingly often enough to catch the attention of the serving droids. Once the senator’s caf was finished, the droid turned towards Triscol, beeping a similar question towards him. “No, thank you,” he shook his head. “I thought most security officers liked caf,” said Amidala, turning her head towards him, her expression curious. “But I haven’t seen you ever drink it, not once.” “Most do,” Triscol confirmed. “But I don’t need caf to stay awake. And I don’t like the taste,” he added. The senator opened her mouth to answer, then turned towards Moteé and the serving droid, now hovering near the girl. The droid was making increasingly distressed noises. “No, thank you,” the handmaiden was saying, repeating herself. She sounded annoyed. “I know I requested it, but I’ve changed my mind, thank you.” The droid beeped, somehow managing to convey disappointment. “What did you request?” asked Amidala, raising an eyebrow. “Meiloorun juice. I asked for it to be added to the menu, yesterday,” said Moteé. Droid emitted a few accusing sounds. “I have tried it! I drank three glasses of it, I’m not thirsty anymore,” argued Moteé. “You’re making him sad,” said Amidala, laughing. “I don’t need to drink anything more, thank you,” said Moteé, a commanding note entering her voice. The serving droid seemed to get the message, turning and floating away. It did, however, pause a few meters away from them, turning around and vocalizing a few angry beeps in their direction, before finally moving to serve someone else at another platform. Droids were often allowed more leeway than organic personnel, the Galactic Senate was not an exception. The senator laughed again, before looking at Moteé for a moment. She seemed to notice how fidgety her handmaiden was and grasp the reason in short order. “If you wish, I can bring the platform down. Then we can all take a break…” started Amidala. “No, that won’t be necessary, my lady,” answered Moteé, glancing at Triscol. Her cheeks seemed to redden slightly. “As you wish,” said the senator, some amusement present in her voice. “For what it’s worth, I think this session will be over soon.” “Thank you,” said Moteé, still sounding annoyed. Triscol wasn’t nearly as certain as the senator was. The session would last until the Chancellor would decide that it’s time to for it to end — and Chancellor Palpatine tended to be rather unpredictable when it came to that. Still, three hours were already far above average, and the senator had more experience than Triscol when it came to such things. Thinking on that, the Chancellor himself didn’t seem to be present in the hall. His platform was parked at its pad, the man nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he had some other matter to attend to… Or maybe he just went to visit the refresher, the officer thought, amused once again. Amidala had already shifted her attention back to the speaker — this time one of the Mon Calamari senators — casually sipping her caf, seemingly infinitely patient. Moteé, on the other hand, seemed to slowly run out of patience as the time passed. Ten minutes after the serving droid left she was incessantly tapping her foot on the floor in a fast rhythm. Thirty minutes, and she was sitting bend forward and moving her crossed legs right and left. Though at that point even the senator was sitting with her legs crossed, Triscol noted. One of the many reasons he didn’t like to drink caf was to avoid finding himself in a situation like theirs. Triscol started to wonder when — if the session wouldn’t end soon — Amidala would decide to bring the platform down and visit the refresher. If she hadn’t forgotten about her handmaiden, it would probably be sooner rather than later. If she had — which she well might had, considering that she seemed to be somehow paying attention to the discussion — then it would be when her own need would grow more dire. Force only known when that is going to happen, he thought. For the entire month he had worked with her, when he accompanied her all the time she was out of her apartments, he had not once seen her visit the refresher. For all her slim frame, the woman seemed to be equipped with a bladder noticeably above average. Probably a useful trait for a politician. Or she was maybe as shy as Moteé when it came to her bodily needs. The handmaiden, while less resistant to refusing the nature’s call than the senator, was usually very unwilling to openly admit her urge to relieve herself, even if she was outright desperate… like today. She often tried to catch the senator’s attention, obviously hoping for Amidala to notice her state — but she had never asked for a leave to go up front. And whenever she had noticed that Triscol was aware of her predicament, her cheeks turned red and she averted her eyes. The officer wondered whether Naboo had some sort of cultural taboo regarding these matters. He became curious what it would take for Moteé to break it. Or for the senator herself, a voice whispered in the back of his mind. Triscol glanced casually at the handmaiden, watching her for a moment. The girl certainly did seem to be at the end of her tether. Rocking back and forth in her seat, she was biting her lip and seemingly not paying the slightest bit attention to anything else than keeping her pee inside her body. Her face was tense and her legs were double-crossed, her dress clinging tightly to her sweating body. The officer quickly averted his eyes, forcing himself to hope that the session would end soon, for the handmaiden’s sake. Surprisingly, it actually did. Chancellor Palpatine had seemingly returned to the hall, as his platform was slowly rising above the floor and moving towards the center of the hall. The current speaker seemed to notice that, as he paused in the middle of his speech. It took only a minute for the platform to reach its place by the ceiling. “Honored senators! Citizens of the galaxy!” the Chancellor’s voice reverberated, artificially amplified. “The issues and problems that have been discussed at this session of the Galactic Senate are of importance. They are vital to the well-being of the Republic and peace within it. In some of those matters we have achieved consensus, in others, different views battle still. The day has been trying and long for all of us. Let us continue our work tomorrow, after rest clears our minds and reconciles feuding spirits. I hereby declare this session of the Galactic Senate to be closed!” A short — if unexpectedly enthusiastic — applause sounded around the hall. The announcement was surprisingly brief, Triscol observed as their platform slowly started to float towards the ground, atypically brief for Palpatine’s style. Still, it was not his business to analyze the Supreme Chancellor’s decisions, he thought, picking up his things from the table and raising from his chair. The senator was doing the same, with the help of her handmaiden- Well, maybe without her help, Triskol corrected himself. Moteé didn’t seem interested in assisting Amidala. Instead, she was standing by the gate of the platform, her legs pressed tightly against each other, her hands on her thighs, a layer of sweat covering her face. The officer was somewhat used to seeing her when the girl was clearly needing to pee, but that… that certainly was an entirely another level. The girl didn’t look as if she was just desperate to relieve herself, she looked as if she was on the verge of wetting herself where she stood. “Well, today’s done,” said Amidala, picking up her datapad and glancing at Triskol. “Well, not exactly done, there’s still dinner with senator Bel Iblis at seven — but mostly done. At last,” she said, then sighed. The senator passed Moteé by without looking at her, then opened the gate and left the platform, directing her steps to the door of the hall. Triskol knew he ought to follow her immediately… and yet he chose to indicate for the handmaiden to go before him, feeling that she might well not have even notice Amidala leaving. A well-justified feeling, considering that he had to repeat the gesture before she had noticed it, glancing at him for a second, then quickly looking around, her face as red as a tomato. She did quickly move out of the platform, half-walking, half-running in the senator’s trail, with the officer following after them. Moteé had slowed down as she caught up to the senator, changing her half-run into a strange, fast gait composed of small steps. She kept her legs close together while walking, rubbing them against each other with every step, her hands still pressed tightly against her thighs. She wasn’t talking with either of the companions, which was quite unusual for her — most of the time, the handmaiden started chatting with the senator immediately after the Senate’s session had ended. Amidala didn’t seem to be concerned about the unusual silence, perhaps not even noticing it — she certainly did look as if she was lost in her thoughts. That, on the other hand, was increasingly common for her: with every session the Senate looking the same, the senator seemed to grow angrier with the direction the discussion seemed to be taking. She didn’t seem intent on talking with either of her companions as well, paying little attention to them, to Moteé’s presumed chagrin. Triscol wondered if she was going to break the (possible) taboo and ask the senator for a leave to visit the refresher. Or maybe she was going to try and hold it longer, until they reached Amidala’s apartments in the Senate Apartment Complex? He wondered whether she was even capable of doing the latter. And yet… and yet there was a tinge of excitement he felt at the thought of the pretty girl deciding to hold it longer, defying her bladder and her desperate need. Then the group had passed the doors to the refreshers on their way to the exit, and Moteé hadn’t said a single word about needing to visit one. She did slow down, she did turn her head in the direction of the refreshers, she did press her hands even more tightly against her thighs… but then she had walked past them, without saying anything. Clearly, Moteé did intend to suffer through thirty or more minutes of travel to the senator’s apartments. She must be amazingly determined not to be upfront about that, thought Triscol. And then a thought occurred to him: was it just because she didn’t want to mention her need to Amidala… or perhaps because she didn’t want to mention it while he was in the hearing range? “Senator Amidala,” a voice called from behind them, interrupting his musings. The senator and Triscol both turned around, Moteé noticeably slower to react. Hurrying after them was a young man, bearded, clearly breathless. “Senator Bel Iblis,” said Amidala, smiling at the man. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” “I’m here merely to pass you an invitation from the Chancellor,” the man said. “He urges you to meet him in his office, as soon as convenient.” Amidala frowned. “Is it about the Military Creation Act?” she asked, though it sounded like a rhetorical question. “I haven’t got the slightest what it’s about, senator,” Bel Iblis said, shrugging. “The Chancellor has seen fit to use me in a role of an errand boy, nothing more.” “Maybe the matter is genuinely urgent,” she commented. “I’m on my way, thank you for notifying me.” “My pleasure,” Bel Iblis bowed. He stared at Moteé for a moment, his brows furrowing, before shrugging and walking away. “And so it seems our day’s not over yet,” said Amidala, sighing. “Moteé, do you know where are my-” She paused. “Moteé?” Moteé was standing with her legs crossed, her hands by her sides, still desperately digging into her thighs. Her expression was strikingly tense, beads of sweat dripping from her face and disappearing in her cleavage. She was biting her lip and seemed to be barely paying attention to anything going on around her. Amidala kept looking at the girl, her eyes widening slowly. “Oh, dear,” said Amidala, “I think I won’t require your presence at the meeting with the Chancellor. Feel free to spend your time as you wish, wait for us at the lobby,” she continued. “Of — of course, your highness,” Moteé stuttered, turning around and breaking into a run in the direction of the freshers. “By the Force!” the senator muttered under her breath, her face growing red. Have I been right about the taboo?, wondered Triscol. “Well, we ought to be on our way,” the senator said loudly, raising her head and walking in the direction of the closest turbolift. After a few steps, she paused. “Though I’m not sure your presence is required either, officer?” she half-asked, half-stated, her voice hesitant. “I have no issue with accompanying you, senator,” Triscol said plainly. “Of course not,” said the senator, blushing slightly. The journey to the topmost floor of the building took them a few minutes — the Senate Rotunda was by no means a small building, even in the titanic scale of Coruscant. The Chancellor’s office was located at the apex of the dome, directly above the Senate Chamber. The receptionist at the lobby was seemingly expecting them, as they were invited into the office without any further delay: an utterly strange thing, in Triscol’s experience. He had never before visited the Supreme Chancellor’s office; he had, however, often visited offices of various senators, accompanying numerous officials he had been charged to protect throughout his career. He and his charges were almost always required to wait at least a few minutes before being allowed to enter. It seemed to be a custom in the politics of the capital to have the visitors linger in the foyer for some time. Chancellor Palpatine either wasn’t aware of it or was consciously ignoring it. The office itself was round, with its walls painted dark red, empty of any decorations and adornments. There were only a few pieces of the furniture present: a long plasteel table in the middle of the room, a set of comfortable chairs in front of it, a single — and simple — chair behind it, in that chair — the Chancellor himself. Sheev Palpatine was not a young man by any measure. His grey hair was kept short and tidy, his beard cleanly shaven, his face lined with wrinkles. Triscol didn’t know the Chancellor very well — he had seen him a few times, some of them even up close, but he had never spent any longer amount of time in his presence. He knew him better by his reputation: that of an honest man, trustworthy, dedicated to his job, loyal to the Republic and protective of it — in a word, a more than welcome replacement for the previous Chancellor, Finis Valorum. Padmé Amidala seemed to be more familiar with the man, judging from a genuine smile she greeted him with. Not a surprise, thought Triscol, both of them hail from Naboo. Wasn’t Palpatine the sector’s senator before Amidala? “Chancellor Palpatine,” she said, nodding to him. “Senator Padmé,” the Chancellor said, raising from his seat, gesturing the senator to one of the chairs at the other side of the table. No such gesture for Triscol; the officer guessed that he was meant to remain standing. He took his place by the door of the room. “I have received grave news from Alderaan,” said Palpatine, sitting back, “A riot has happened, in front of the local liaison’s office on the planet. It is happening in this very moment, in fact.” “A riot?” echoed Amidala, sounding confused. “Proclaiming secession from the Republic,” said Palpatine gravely. “But…” started Amidala. “I wasn’t aware that there were any Separatist tendencies in any of the Core worlds.” “Neither was I, neither was I,” said Palpatine. “Senator Organa has already left for Alderaan, both to investigate the situation and to attempt to defuse the tensions. It occurred to me that you would be able to assist him in both of these tasks — if you’re willing to, of course.” “I am,” said Amidala. “I’ve visited Alderaan many times before, though more often as queen than as a senator. I’ve known both Bail Organa and Queen Breha for many years. If I can help in stopping violence from occurring, I certainly will.” “Excellent”, said Palpatine, a genuine smile appearing on his face. “If you will allow me to arrange for transportation…” “I have a J-type cruiser with me on Coruscant,” Amidala said. “I can have it ready to launch in three hours, I think.” “Three hours is too long,” said Palpatine firmly. “Not to mention that the journey would take almost twelve hours on a J-type, if my memory serves. I believe I can find something more up to the task, if you’ll allow me.” He continued scrolling on his datapad. “Supreme Chancellor, if I may…” began Triscol, stepping forward from his place by the door. “Ah! An YT-2400 freighter, Chipper, is scheduled to launch in half an hour, from the Docking Bay 84. It’s chartered by the Senate for a transport of… Tibanna gas, according to the manifest. It’s also equipped with a modified hyperdrive, allowing it to make the journey in less than eight hours. Though the conditions might not be fit for a senator, I think. If you prefer your own ship…” “The conditions won’t be an issue,” said the senator. “Time very much is.” “Senator, traveling onboard an unarmed freighter isn’t safe,” insisted Triscol. “Nonsense,” said Palpatine. “Even in these troubled times, the Core remains perfectly safe for interstellar travel.” “The Chancellor is correct,” agreed Amidala. “We’re far from any worlds controlled by the Separatists. There will be no danger to me, not while we’re in space.” “Separatists aren’t the only threat”, said Triscol. “There are also pirates and slavers. Not to mention any personal enemies who would wish you harm, senator.” “Pirate attacks are almost unheard of in this part of the galaxy,” said Amidala, a commanding tone entering her voice. “I thank you for your opinion, officer, but I’ve made my decision already.” Triscol hesitated for a moment, then nodded, moving back a few steps. “Thank you, senator,” said Palpatine, relief evident in his voice. “It’s always a pleasure to work with someone as dedicated as you are. I will communicate with the captain and ask him to wait for you.” “No need — we can make it in time, easily. Just inform him that we’ll be joining him” said Amidala, getting up from her chair. “Though we shouldn’t tarry. If that’s all, we will be on our way.” “Again, I thank you,” said Palpatine, standing up as well. “Have a pleasant journey, senator.” Triscol joined Amidala on her way out. “Half an hour might not be enough to get to the Spaceport,” he told her. “We will get there in time,” the senator said. “An airspeeder will take no more than twenty minutes. We just need to collect Moteé and we will be on our way.” They got back to the ground floor and entered the lobby, where the handmaiden was waiting for them. Her face was still noticeably redder than usual, yet her expression and posture weren’t anywhere as tense as they were before, Triscol observed. “A change of plans,” Amidala told her, “We’re going to Alderaan, our ship launches in thirty minutes.” The group left the building through the main exit, directing their steps to the airspeeder stands nearby. Author's Note Yes, the refreshers on that ship are going to be broken. 😉 But that will be in the next chapter. Which I will finish and publish Force knows when. Currently have just 600 words of it written, out of expected seven thousand. (I plan to have five chapters total, in case anyone's curious.)
  13. There’s not enough stories of diapered Jedi out there I decided to rectify that by commissioning a fantastic writer named Red and I have his permission to share it here in hopes of giving him more clients you can contact him on his deviantart page https://www.deviantart.com/redsabdlcreations I hope you enjoy this story regardless if you are fan of Star Wars or not! “Where are they?” Kira asked, rustling through the metal cabinet in front of her. “You’d think such a fancy ship would have a fully stocked Med bay!” She had to consider the luck of such a ship even landing on Nar Shaddaa. Considering its position in Hutt controlled space, most knew not to land such a grand ship in a spaceport without a hired guard from the local crime organization. When Kira herself had snuck through the spaceport she’d made sure to keep a lookout for any such element, but there was none, just a shiny ship waiting to be plundered. Normally she’d go for the hyperdrive engine, given that its parts would net her enough to live unimpeded for nearly a month, but her current concerns were far more pressing to her. “If I don’t find them here, I’m in trouble, especially considering that this in my last one...” she groaned, tugging at the waistband of her flight suit to adjust its fit and feeling the rustling material underneath. She flicked her red hair from her eyes and closed the cabinet she’d been digging in, moving to the next one. The metal doors slid open with a loud *PHHHWWWSSSHHH* and a *KLUNK* causing Kira to cringe. “Whoops!” She quickly checked around, making sure nobody was coming by because of the sound. When she was sure the sound of footsteps wasn’t echoing through the halls of the ship behind her she returned to the cabinet and was overjoyed to find her prize directly inside. The clear plastic case reflected the light coming from behind her almost making it shimmer. Of course, to her it was just as valuable as Aurodium, and she grabbed at it greedily before standing up with a deep sigh. “That’s one worry taken care of; maybe I can grab the Hyperdrive Engine before I get caught.” With her prize in hand Kira pressed her bladder, feeling a gentle pang before warmth spread throughout her bottoms and flooding the area around her waist. Normally there was a hesitance to let go so easily, but knowing she had the ability to change herself now Kira figured why wait and waste the one she had on. ”Before you get caught you say?” A voice from behind Kira said, causing her to jump, and while still holding the package in her hands she turned around to see a female Togrutan staring her down with crossed arms. Kira groaned, feeling the consistent flow from her body soaking that thing. “ I uh, I didn’t mean...” The redheaded thief found herself at a loss for words and began flicking her eyes around the room, looking for a convenient escape around the stern woman standing in front of her. Bela Kiwiiks in the meantime stared at the young woman who’d broken into her ship: Short red hair, piercing blue eyes, and a dirty flight suit. She was obviously a minor criminal, only trying to survive on this crime torn moon. What confused Bela was what this girl had decided to take–it wasn’t medicine or drugs but a pack of incontinence underwear. “Is there a child that she’s caring for?” Bela wondered, watching the girl shift like she was going to make a break past her. “You won’t get far young lady, I do not recommend trying to run.” she said, causing the girl’s eyes to nearly pop out of her head in surprise. “I wasn’t...” she started but Bela cut her off with a loud: “Enough!” She had to consider what to do, and the girls stammering made it impossible along with the incessant crinkling backed by a slight squelching coming from her pants. “AIs that a bulge in her flight suit around the groin?” While all that was annoying in its own right, the main problem that was confounding the Jedi Master though was the powerful hum of force sensitivity flowing like waves from the girl. With her plans of escape somewhat dashed Kira stood still, figuring that she couldn’t run with the dipping bulge in her pants. “Okay,” she thought, “last-ditch effort.” W ith a deep breath, she channeled the ancient power of the force through herself, tinting her words with its power as she spoke to the Togrutan. “You will let me go.” she said but to her dismay the woman made no move besides cracking a slight smile. “What’s going on? The mind trick should have worked!” While the failure of her force powers was very much a mystery, the other anomalies with this stand-off started to become more obvious. Any noble who owned a ship like this would normally have called their mercenaries and a pilot would have thrown her off themselves. Not this woman though, and as she eyed the blue and white robes trimmed with gold that the stern-faced woman was wearing, she caught a glimpse of a piece of cylindrical hardware hanging from her belt. “That outfit itself is rather extravagant,” Kira thought, “and I think that’s a lightsaber... Could this woman be... a Jedi?” Now her mind reeled in panic–she’d been trying to steal from one of the most powerful warriors in the galaxy! Kira's breathing quickened in panic as she returned to looking for an escape. "There's gotta be a way outta this, there's always a way out. Oh, I wish I had a stealth field generator..." T he young woman's mind was in overdrive plotting and scheming, but Kira snapped back to attention when the woman in front of her spoke again, breaking her hopeful plans to flee. “Alright, young lady. I find you to be rather interesting and I do believe your potential is squandered here on Nar Shaddaa. Would you be willing to come with me and be presented to the Jedi Council? I think they’d be very interested in meeting you." Kira couldn't believe what she was hearing. Not only was this Jedi offering to get off-world, but there was, realistically, a chance at a better life. The young vagabond wasn't ignorant of her sensitivity to the force, but the idea that a Jedi could sense that didn't occur to her before now. Kira herself had been raised as a Child of the Emperor, a group devoted to bringing about the downfall of the republic by imparting some of the Sith Emperor's strength and essentially making sleeper agents. Kira had displayed her worth and was given actual training on the Sith controlled world of Korriban. That was before she'd escaped the harsh training to Nar Shaddaa where her only objective became to survive, but now, with the possibility of joining and helping the Jedi and working to protect the republic presented before her, Kira found herself thrilled. “Yes! Yes I'll go with you!” Kira said gleefully, unable to control her unbridled enthusiasm at the prospect of escape. Bela nodded, moving towards the door of the medbay. “Do you need to grab the child then?” the Jedi asked, indicating towards the diapers in Kira’s hand. Kira thought nothing of it though and dropped the package. “There’s no child.” she said, not considering that she might be revealing herself. From the doorway, Bela Kiwiiks shot her a questioning look before turning around. “We’ll leave right away then.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It was a bittersweet feeling leaving Nar Shaddaa.; on one hand Kira was free from her life of living on the streets and scavenging for everything, but on the other, she was leaving so much behind. The friends she'd made and the fellow survivors whom she'd struggled with. "But that's all behind me now..." she whispered to herself as the Jedi led her to the small cabin in which she'd ride out her journey to Tython. “You may stay here for the time being,” Bela said, making a sweeping gesture to the cabin. “But please try to stay put for the time being.” Of course, Kira had no such interest in following the instructions of somebody she’d just met, especially with the squishy feeling around her pants. Hell, she hardly liked to listen to people she respected, why would she do so for a stranger? Still, as she crept through the metallic halls of the ship, she wondered if her curiosity was worth angering the stern-looking Jedi who’d just taken her in. “Eh,” she shrugged, “what’s the worst a bunch of pacifists could do?” With her fears assuaged by the one person she trusted most, Kira continued with her snooping, peaking into any rooms she could as she started to make her way back to medical. She found herself hissing through her teeth when the hidden object under her pants squished loudly as her thighs compressed the waterlogged material. The vain hope that the rustling and other sounds were not too noticeable was a thin veil that kept her moving forward. It wasn't like she could do anything about the bulge or the way it made her spread her thighs when she walked, but she did her best to avoid making the plastic shell crinkle. It was too bad that to her the sounds it made were intolerably loud, reverberating in her ears with every step she made. Unfortunately for the redhead, there really wasn’t anything to see in many of the rooms. It wasn’t until she reached a room with a large holographic map of the outer rim that she found herself engrossed enough to linger at the door for more than a minute. Various beings were gathered around the map, all wearing robes similar to Kiwiik’s, and with her keen eye the snooping girl could swear she saw the outline of more lightsabers through the material. “So it’s not just one Jedi.” she said, scratching her head in confusion, “But why were they on Nar Shaddaa in the first place?” The group took turns pointing at various planets and speaking in tones too quiet for Kira to catch more than a few words at a time. “It’s Hutt space, we can’t...” one said, to which another started to respond: “Kiwiiks thought there was something important... “ Another scratched his chin pensively, “...worth the risk?” he asked. Kira wanted desperately to get closer, but if she did she risked her presence being sensed. So she moved on, passing the room all the way back to the medbay and heading straight to the cabinet that held her prize. “Finally,” Kira sighed, “a change...” While Kira may have thought she was being sneaky on her journey through the ship, she’d barely made it outside her room when Jedi Master Bela Kiwiiks sensed her moving through the ship. Somewhat amused at the audacity of the young hooligan, she followed her through the ship, finding that once she'd gotten close she didn't even need to sense her presence through the force. The loud crinkling that she'd heard from around the girl’s waist earlier resonated loudly through the empty halls and could be followed by its distinctive rustling. Upon finally catching up with the redhead in a dirty flight suit Bela discovered her peeking in on what she expected was a strategy meeting of her fellow Jedi. “Is she actually a spy?” Bela wondered, approaching Kira quickly, “I didn’t sense any darker energy within her, but we may have been tricked into picking up a dark Jedi...” She was surprised though when the girl moved on, leaving the door and continuing through the ship until she was back at the medbay. “Again?” Kiwiiks thought following her through the door to see Kira digging through the same cabinet as before. With her prey cornered Bela reached forward, grasping the waistband of her flight suit and pulling her away from the cabinet. “Gugh!” The sudden pull at Kira’s waistband caused her to gasp out loud, partially from the brief moment where the girl found herself lifted into the air and partially from the sudden sharpness in her bladder that caused a sudden spurt of urine into the padding around her waist. Once the floodgates opened Kira had no way of stopping them either, only whimpering helplessly as the warm urine began soaking into the soft core of her nappy, causing it to swell under the pants of her flight suit. “Oh noooooo...” she whined, frozen on the floor in shame as the heat of her own urine spread through the nappy again, forcing its crinkly plastic exterior to dip further and press against the low crotch of her pants, meaning the diaper had no more room to expand. Bela stood above Kira, allowing her normally composed face to slip into disbelief. When she’d pulled at Kira’s pants she caught a glance of the plain white material and ruffly high waistband that confirmed her suspicions. The girl had been wearing a diaper and had tried to steal a pack from the medbay out of necessity not just once but twice. Now, as she watched the girl she’d picked up on a whim collapse onto all fours and mewl like a baby animal, while the distinct hissing sound of urination rose from her groin, she reconsidered any previous notions about Kira that she may have had. The Jedi master had considered her to be a spy working as an enemy of the republic just moments ago, but seeing her as helpless as she was now, Bela figured there wasn't any way that could be true. “Did you really think you’d get away with spying on us so blatantly?” she asked, attempting to gauge the situation while maintaining control of it. Kira couldn’t believe what she was hearing: the time she’d spent soaking her padding had felt like an eternity and there was no way that the Jedi master before her hadn’t noticed the obvious hissing sound or heard her expletives as she peed herself helplessly. Still, she stumbled to explain while Jedi master Kiwiiks looked down on her disapprovingly. “I-I’m not a spy...” Kira whimpered, “and I’m not trying to start trouble...” From the hard unchanging glare the woman was giving her Kira Carsen could tell she wasn’t convincing the Jedi at all with her weak words, so she switched to a more direct tactic. “Listen!” she shouted, bringing the world around her to silence, “I need diapers... my continence is weak and I can’t really control when I go, so I was trying to steal some from you.” Kira turned away, closing her eyes as she did. She expected that the admittance of her weak bladder and bowels would elicit laughter or a sigh of disbelief or something other than the solemn nod given to her by the Togrutan, and she felt she needed to brace for it. Instead, Bela simply said, “I understand,” and bent down to help the girl up. “Come with me then.” The pair’s footsteps echoed as they walked through the hall. Bela moved with her unwavering stare pointed straight ahead and Kira with her head low, waddling due to the extra squishy mass between her thighs. She could feel the tight leakguards of her nappy straining to remain tight against her and every step left a small ring of warm wetness against the skin of her thighs. “This diaper literally can’t hold any more.” K ira thought. “If even one more drop was added, I’d have an embarrassing set of streaks going down my pants.” Much to the young hooligan’s surprise, her and Kiwiiks didn’t end up at her small cabin, but rather a much larger yet sparsely decorated one. “Wait here,” the Jedi said, releasing Kira’s hand that, up until that point, she’d been holding tightly. The door shut automatically behind Kiwiiks as she walked away and the young woman found herself alone in the strange room. The only thing that stood out to the normally prying Kira was a datapad sitting on a small otherwise empty desk. “I shouldn’t...” she thought to herself. “But I’m gonna,” she responded back defiantly. It seemed that even when she knew it was a bad idea Kira couldn’t stop herself. The snoop picked up the datapad, seeing what she could learn before the Jedi returned. There wasn’t much of interest that she had easy access to besides strategy and battle plans alongside some diplomatic orders. She was able to learn a little about the Togruntan who called herself Bela Kiwiiks, however. Not only was she a Jedi Master, but she was rather highly decorated, having served within the Jedi order during a battle that, surprisingly, Kira had heard of. In being raised as a Child of the Emperor she was taught that while the light side force users were cowards unable to take what they wanted and protected weaklings, they could, in great numbers, defeat imperial forces. The information in front of Kira disproved those teachings greatly. Kiwiiks had been part of a small team, one that’d driven away from the Empire from Rhen Var, and her fellow Jedi had dueled a sith lord and won! It was almost unbelievable after the years of indoctrination from the Sith that’d raised her. *PSSSSHHHHH* The door to the cabin began to slide open and in a panic, Kira dropped the Datapad back down to the surface of the desk with a clatter which elicited a questioning look from Kiwiiks. “Nothing!” Kira suddenly shouted, unprompted. The Jedi sighed, setting down a folded diaper and a few canisters that the young woman found herself confused by. “Please lay down so I can change you,” Bela said plainly, making a gesture to the bed. Kira, however, shook her head in refusal, glaring back at Kiwiiks with a look of indignation. “I don’t think so,” she said, “I’m perfectly capable of changing myself.” Such defiance was met with something Kira had not expected as she was lifted into the air suddenly. She fought back with her tenuous grasp on the idea of using the Force only to fall against the soft bed after having been completely overpowered. While sick of the young woman’s disobedience at this point, Bela found herself impressed by the amount of pushback she was able to generate against the Jedi’s telekinesis. “Truly this one exhibits a strong affinity with the force. If she can stop her nosey sneaky tendencies she’ll make a fantastic Jedi...” With Kira held down she moved to initiate the change and despite her charge's struggling, she was able to pull down the young woman’s pants and reveal the yellow stained padding beneath them. The crotch of Kira’s diaper puffed out, obviously waterlogged by her urine. “She’s used this to the point that it’s almost leaking. She really can’t control herself...” Bela thought, watching empathetically as Kira blushed and turned her gaze away, avoiding eye contact as her struggle died down. Internally Kira was screaming at her body to fight back, to use all of its power to break free and stop this humiliation, but another more rational voice told her to stay still. There was very little chance of her beating a Jedi master, especially since she was already on her ship. As the tapes of her disposable incontinence underwear were ripped open Kira cringed, the acrid stench of her urine beginning to fill her nostrils, and she knew it was the same for the distinguished Jedi above her. However upon peeking back she saw that Bela Kiwiiks seemed unfazed and wiped away any residual moisture with a straight face. Kira looked away again, but with only a blank metallic wall to focus on the sensations of the wipes dragging across her pale skin were heightened, and she couldn’t help but squirm beneath the cool material. With the girl cleaned up Kiwiiks moved on to lotioning and powdering, two very important steps that Kira had obviously neglected or was unable to do in her street life on Nar Shaddaa. She worked the Soothing oil in with a tender touch, paying special attention to the mildly irritated areas between the young woman's legs. While she wasn’t oblivious to the twitches and responses Kira's body involuntarily made from her touch, Bela chose to ignore them, moving instead to dump a liberal sprinkling of the distinctive scented powder. She looked towards her new charge’s face, never making eye contact but reading the various emotions of humiliation, embarrassment, and mild arousal from both her changing expression and the empathic energies of the force. “What an interesting case,” Bela thought as she unfolded the new nappy, “One so attuned to the force needs such help.” The crinkle of the diaper in her hands seemed extraordinarily loud as she pulled the front up around Kira’s exposed crotch and the Jedi wondered how exactly she could have missed it before. Kira breathed a deep sigh of relief as the changing of her diaper finally finished before she turned her gaze back to see the Jedi who'd just changed her offering a hand to help her up. Without hesitation, she grabbed the Togrutan’s palm and stood with her aid, her new clean diaper in full view. “How’d you know how to do that so well?” Kira asked sheepishly, pulling her pants back up to hide the incontinence aid from the world once more. Bela only gave her the same neutral expression as always, and calmly answered, “I’ve spent time with younglings, it’s no different." before leaving to lead Kira back to her room. The rest of the journey back to Tython was generally uneventful, mostly because Kira actually remained in her cabin this time. While bored, she’d been shown that her stealth attempts earned her nothing but humiliation, and no information that she'd learn by snooping was worth going through that again. Instead, she flexed the muscles that she’d long since allowed to atrophy and played around with using the force in her small space to manipulate her environment. She’d even managed to bring a spoon full of her dinner all the way to her lips before accidentally dropping it onto her flight suit. “Just another stain...” Kira sighed, sitting down to eat the rest of her meal using her hands instead. Upon landing on the terrestrial surface of Tython the young force user found herself amazed, having never seen anything like it in her life. Unfortunately, before she was truly able to take in the planet's splendor she found herself whisked away by Kiwiiks and in what seemed like a flash the pair was standing in a room with a massive circular table in the center. Seven chairs sat situated around it and in each was an imposing figure with stern looks that matched the Jedi who'd taken Kira in. Only the chair to the immediate left sat empty, devoid of its master. A dark-haired woman sat at the head of the table and her frosty blue eyes felt like they might shoot right through Kira were she to look away. With her gaze fixed on the young girl in a dirty flight suit, she addressed Bela. “Master Kiwiiks, what have you brought before us?” she asked. The Togruntan immediately launched into making a case for the highly force-sensitive young girl, but Kira found herself unable to focus. The various Jedi all nodded at the story they were being told, taking in the information, and preparing to make an informed decision. Meanwhile, Kira Carsen felt her stomach drop and, knowing her own body, understood that there was only about half a minute before something horrible happened. ”You’ve gotta be kidding me,” she cursed to herself, shyly pulling one arm across her stomach to add an extra layer to try and block the gurgling sound emanating from her gut, “Not now, nonononono--please noooo.” Unfortunately, she didn’t really have any control besides desperate clenching that was far too weak to stop the process that had already started. Before her some of the most powerful warriors in the galaxy discussed Kira's fate, all while her bowels pushed, forcing a shameful wave of odorous mess out into the back of her padding. She cringed at the sensation–even after so many years it never felt right, and the waves of hot mush piled into her padding as it sagged down. Frantically the helpless pants filler looked around the room, checking to see if anybody could tell what she was doing. Luckily she saw that not one face changed and no gaze turned to meet hers. “Maybe I’m in the clear.” she thought. The young force user’s accident was, however, not unnoticed. While she helplessly cringed and pushed the Jedi around her watched on, taking this into account as her merit was judged. All seven realized what she was about to do by the change in her energy almost immediately, and the smell that followed only confirmed any suspicions. Still, as the last quiet bit of flatulence sounded out, muffled by her padding. Bela Kiwiiks looked forward, resolute in her next statement. “I’d like to take this young woman on as my padawan and train her in the ways of our order.” The council stared back silently at their fellow master and Kira Carsen looked at her with abject disbelief, the squishy muck in her pants squelching against her as she turned to say: “What!?”
  14. Introduction: High above the skies was a Resistance cruiser soaring through the vacuum of space, onboard was the girl that just got awarded the title of the last Jedi and that being Rey. Now this last Jedi is not what you would expect, the girl is 19 years old and is just turning 20 quite soon and she is not your average 19 year old girl. Rey lived on the desert planet known as Jakku and has been there her parents left her there as a small child. As Rey grew old her parents didn’t come back and also she would discover that being a scavenger would be the only way to make money, which gave her a job and she would obtain more items than the other scavengers and made her more wealthier. Rey now gave up her rich lifestyle on Jakku to help the Resistance defeat the First Order, but there are many things she misses from Jakku. Most people would have friends there that she knew and liked, but not Rey she was more of a loner, a kid that didn’t fit in with others. She wasn’t properly potty trained until the age of sixteen and this was a reason why she didn’t fit in, she was bullied by a lot of people when she caught trying to hold it back and every time she was desperate to go in the Town there she would always have an accident. Currently, she can successfully hold in urges to pee so much better and being a scavenger awakened a fetish, Jakku is super hot and the last Jedi would have to drink so much water and sometimes resulting in major accidents and after the time where it was so hot and everything stuck to her body, she could take her belt off and she was right in the Jakku public bathroom where she had her first accident since the age of 7. At that time she was very mortified by this, but when time went on she started to enjoy it more and which led her to obtain a naughty side to her where she would get desperate and would embarrass herself for pleasure. No one ever saw her do these naughty things because she lived isolated from the rest in an old AT-AT Walker from the battle that took place a long time ago. Even though she got richer and richer from her job, she never used it to buy a better home, one with an actual toilet in it, but no because even though she’s been waiting for her parents to come, she really needed to get off that planet. The Story: The cruiser was a magnificent ship, it’s big interior could hold up to one million people or even higher, but it had no bathroom on it. Rey uses the second shipment station as a private area to practice the ways of the Force, now she’s been at it for almost an hour and she regularly takes breaks to have a drink to sustain herself while training. She’s wearing her dark grey Jedi robes, with a lighter grey pants under her robes and white panties. She swings her lightsaber again and a familiar feeling coming on, the young girl freaks out as she quickly works out what it is and that is she’s desperate to pee. Rey a lover of humiliating herself for her own private viewing (omorashi) gets so turned on by the event, she goes to check the bathrooms because no one would be able to see her doing that in a stall. Anyway to her dismay, she was absolutely devastated to find out there was no bathrooms aboard, she runs to the front of the ship where General Leia was an when arriving she asks her “When are we going to arrive at the new Resistance base?” and Leia replies “Rey we aren’t even close, we still have to bypass the asteroid field, the vortex and then we arrive. Is something the matter?” Rey doesn’t want to tell her that she needs to go, but agrees to tell her, “Yes I have to pee so badly, I drank too much water while training.” “Rey, I was young too, I’ve had many accidents that only Luke and Han knew about, I was into it as well. I can see you enjoy it, so did I, in my youth I could stop doing it, I even remember the time I was the leader of the Rebel Alliance and I would ban myself from even using the toilet and to hold it in for eternity.” The last Jedi felt very happy that someone she knew loved the same fetish and she went to sit down somewhere and wait upon arrival. The ship just entered hyperspace to access the asteroid field and the pilot had to have the ship do all these funky turns and twists to manoeuvre passed the asteroids. This made Rey to loose control just for a bit, but she managed to regain it back and could successfully hold it in through the twists and turns. As the ship made it through that Rey’s bladder had increased dramatically to it almost being full and this worried her because she hates to public humiliate herself to death as it was something that got her bullied by people on Jakku. The ship had to just go into the vortex to get to the planet, in words it seems not that long, but in reality it is long. The cruiser once again entered hyperspace and shot into the vortex, then it had to go straight to the exit and then you have arrived. The desperate Jedi was getting ready for it, by now her bladder was so full that she started to lightly tinkle and she quickly grabbed herself before she could release more out. The ship already was like halfway through it and Leia suggested to the pilot to go to hyperspace again to get out quicker, he didn’t back from her order and it happened. Rey was stunned to find the ship would now get there fast in hyperspace and started get hope that she could make it on time. By now it was out of the vortex and arrived at the secret new Resistance base and the young girl was thrilled by this, in no time the cruiser landed in the hanger. The desperate Jedi pushed pass the other people to be let off first and ran until she could see the bathroom, there was one packed to the rafters with female Resistance officers all queued in one big massive line. She spotted most officers having accidents and stopped her mind from thinking about it and ran to find the others, there was one again with a long queue, then one with an even bigger queue to the first one and then one that had no queue. She ran towards the no queue one and was shocked to read that it could only be opened by a key nd there was no way she would be running to the other side to fetch the keys off Leia. Pssssssssttttt! She felt herself leak again, she lifted up her robe to see that it was starting to make an outline on her pants, then she noticed that the was a forest and decided that she would go in there. She ran as fast as she could into the forest, she ran as far from the base as possible and there was a massive cliff where she stopped. She realised if she jumped over it she would sacrifice her chance to go and so she ran to the nearest tree and proceeded to strip down and then squatted behind it and peed. Psssssssssssssssssstttttttttttt! It was so warm and she couldn’t believe she made it, but then her naughty side took over and stood up still letting it out and decided to pull up her panties back on and let the rest into her damp white panties. To Be Continued...
  15. Author’s note: Hi guys happy International Star Wars Day. This year I wanted the try out something different and that being writing a story in honour of International Star Wars Day. Now please enjoy my story and I’ll be looking forward seeing everybody’s reaction to it. Story takes place in Attack Of The Clones and is located in Naboo Story: On a quiet and cold night in Naboo, Jedi Anakin Skywalker was spending time with Senator Amidala. Padmè the once Queen of Naboo slept completely nude in the royal castle, now if she was still the Queen tonight would ruin her reputation. It was 3:00 in Naboo time when she woke up completely sweating and warm. She wanted to find out why she was very hot and by her amaze, she saw that she pissed the bed. She looked for her friend, Anakin but he was nowhere in sight, he wasn’t even sleeping next to her. He was gone! Just the she heard a toilet flushing and it was Ani, he came back to sleep again and she told him want she did. “Ummmm.... Anakin I made a mess in the bed.. I pissed myself.” Anakin was astounded by this, he quickly had an erection and hid it form her. He took of his pants and went in naked so it doesn’t get wet and her comforted her in bed. A few hours later, it was morning and Padmè woke with a aching bladder she tried getting out of bed, but it hurt her every time. She didn’t want to wet the bed again so she got up even know it was killing her and raced outside. She walked straight to the bathroom, she was so desperate to go, but she couldn’t help it, she really needed to clog it to give her extra holding time. She remembers one of her friends telling her to keep your hand wedged in between your legs and strongly press onto your private parts. She really had to go, she was so bloated. Her bladder was stretched out and held more than her limit and she really really had to go. Now just barely near the bathroom door she started sweating, her bladder felt like a bomb just waiting to go off and cause a big explosion or a volcano eruption. Her volcano was about to erupt in any moment, so she better make a move on. She made it there’s the bathroom door, she’s gonna make it! Padmè reached for the door, but to her excitement it was locked. There were more bathrooms in here, but she’ll never make it there. It started erupting small glistening drops of pee ran out of her tired pussy and onto the floor. It scared her so much, which leaved a terrified look on her face, she stared at the vista of outside and there the idea came to mind. She opened the backyard door and ran as far as she could to a big long tree and she did this with her hands holding herself. Just when she got to the tree a jet of hot piss shot out of her pussy and fell into her hands, she was crumbling apart, if she didn’t make it now then she would wet herself. Senator Amidala let go and walked the final steps towards the tree and popped a squat and started peeing, the glistening hot warmth made her turned on. She did it with a smile on her face, you can tell she liked it, she opened her eyes and spotted Anakin just about a few meters away but could see the ordeal’s demise crystal clear, he got really turned on by it. He had to hide a big erection from her because he secretly has a wetting fetish. Padmè terrified of her boyfriend caught her relieving herself, she walked to him and could easily spot his erection and they went back inside. The next minute the two of the were having sex, the Senator had a grin on her face every time, simply meaning she’s enjoying it. They eventually stopped and went back to sleep, but Padmè didn’t because she wanted to know if her boyfriend gets turned on by her wetting herself. To Be Continued...
  16. Storyline: After the fall of the First Order, Jedi Knight Rey decided to go live where her master was born to honour her fallen master Luke Skywalker and also to get away from Jakku. Rey hated Jakku because it was the hottest desert planet in the whole star system and also that she was not privileged to own a proper house. Anyway Rey arrived yesterday on Tatooine, she was living in the exact same house Luke stayed in with his Aunt and Uncle, to her this was the start of new day and the struggles to fit in with society. Story begins: On a hot and dry summers day on Tatooine, Rey lay asleep in one of the beds in the house. Currently it was very early in the morning when she woke up. She walked over to the bathroom fully nude and went to sit on the toilet to complete her morning pee, Rey loved to hold her pee in for quite a long time and quite enjoyed the aftermath if you couldn’t hold anymore in. She sighed as the pee she held in from last night disintegrated, after she was done she washed her hands and went back to sleep, she woke up later and figured she should try the famous Mos Eisley Cantina. She wanted to explore the city today, but that means she must be back here just before 6:00 because of her work shift was later than the other days. Rey worked with the Jawas to scavenge the deserts of Tatooine, her life here was slightly reminiscent of her life on Jakku. She recently bought a speeder bike to transport her around her new found home. Before leaving she ate breakfast and drank massive amounts of water before leaving to go on her adventure, she got on her speeder bike and drove all the way to Mos Eisley, which was quite long. As she was getting closer to her destination she started to feel a familiar feeling coming on and knew exactly that she was getting desperate to pee, she put that in the back of her mind and focused on getting herself to the spaceport. When she arrived she really was getting so desperate, but again she ignored it and proceeded to walk through Mos Eisley. She looked around town and saw there was heaps of public bathrooms around and actually had a lot more public toilets than Jakku. The lifestyle of Jakku really suited her as an adult because of her fetish to wet herself on purpose seemed such an easy task because there was only one public bathroom in the city there and there always will be queues and this shaped her mind to dislike using public restrooms because of the queues and the very thought of not even making it in-time. By now she’s getting very desperate to go, while roaming the streets and Rey runs into the nearest public restroom she could get in and decided to make the kill. She had a lot of trouble removing her robes off and felt jets of pee run down her legs while doing so and just got it off in time. Now she had to take her panties off and at the same time she could not stop thinking of sweet relief and actually felt larger squirts of pee land in her red panties. She quickly sat down and it happened! A hot golden stream ascended from her body and felt as warm as the sun on this planet. She moaned silently as her body let it all out, this already was much better than the time she drank too much water on Jakku doing scavenger work and came back and had to hold it while she got money for giving it in to Unkar and he spent a long time trying to find the money, but eventually he did and Rey just was able to make it from Unkar’s and back home just in time. By the time she was finished she went to the cantina to try it out, she was amazed as how accurate Luke’s depiction of this place was as actually 100% true and she couldn’t believe that. She walked over to the bar and ordered a Tatooine native drink known as Ardees (also known as Jawa Juice), Rey enjoyed it and asked for more and kept asking and kept asking, she really liked it. As soon as she finished the last one she really needed to pee, but she kept it going for a while until she fell asleep, she woke up and actually was asleep for a whole hour and one thing she noticed was that she really really really needed to pee, but it was too late! Rey started to pee, she stared at her crotch area on her white Jedi robe become yellow and couldn’t believe it that she drank 21 Ardees, she was so embarrassed with herself and she wanted to tell the barman that she had an accident. When she got his attention she spoke “I’m awfully sorry, but I had an accident.” Rey said, shivering in fear. “Oh! That’s ok, everyone that comes in does this it’s just a normal thing to do.” Rey was completely astound by this, if she went to a bar on Jakku and accidentally got so drunk that you pissed yourself the bar tender would be furious and maybe kick you out, but here it’s pretty lax. To Be Continued...
  17. Princess Leia ruled over many as her life as a princess. Her pretty brown hair wrapped up in buns on the side, but her usual white royal gowns were gone. She had been stripped down to barely an outfit, pretty much a chained of bras and panties as the massive alien Jabba the Hut held a chain around her while keeping her prisoner in his palace. He kept his pretty prisoner hydrated though. "Erg" Leia moaned, as she squirmed on her knees in the spot next to Jabba's throan. She held her exposed belly as she felt the pain expanding, "Excuse me." "No!" Jabba growled. "You stay here. No care if your bladder exploding. Keep drinking." And with that, he forced more water down her mouth, which quickly made its way into her bladder. Leia squirmed as her bladder quickly expanded and she felt an ache of agony. As the castle was stormed and attacked crumble fell from the roof and that’s when Luke, Han, and some of their fellow fighters ran in, knocking down the door. As the door was ripped from its hinges a pipe spiked from the wall and sprayed everywhere. Leia shook in place from watching the pipe leak. “Ooooooooh!” She said as a spurt escaped. She watched them fight back and forth. She got up to run but Jabba pulled her chains and brought her back down. “No! You pee pee pants before you leave!” She pulled at her hair as her legs scrunched and crossed under her squeezing her pee hole closed tight. But between the quakes and shaking, spurts kept escaping. Leia started to turn red from embarrassment “oh no oh no oh no!” She yanked at her chains more and more but a laser blast shot through the floor and burst another pipe that made a fountain appear in the center of the room. Seeing and hearing the pouring water only triggered Leia more as felt herself start to lose control. Her ass jiggled as she crossed and turn feeling an unpleasant pressure break through her skin. Luke used his light saber to slash off the last drone of Jabba. The big fat one was now all by himself. Jabba put his hands up. But his tail pushed a button. to be continued (working on final part now)
  18. -- Chapter 1: Just a normal day... -- Annika had joined the Empire around 4BBY, and had achieved the rank of sergeant major in a year. She was still waiting for admission into the officer program to go higher up in the ranks. What she didn't know was that there was one thing that could take it all away, without even ending her life.The year was 1BBY, during the Galactic Civil War, and it was just a normal day on patrol, or at least, that's what Annika thought while walking through the cold, harsh wastes of Hoth, as the snow crushed beneath her feet. She'd be there, standing, just hoping something would make her day better. She was bored, bored out of her mind. "God I hope something happens this time. Empire's been having us out here on 'important' duty since 2 weeks ago. It's cold, and I don't like the cold." Annika told her comrade, Anna. Anna looked over to her, but she didn't say anything. The air got tense. Nothing could've warned of an approaching attack better than the sounds of snowspeeders closing in on the walls of the outpost. One moment it was calm, the next air swooped over Annika's head. Her helmet would've fell off, if she had not put her hands up in front of her to keep the snow from getting in her eyes, since the helmet didn't exactly fit her too well. She had lost her original one in a tense firefight and had to get a replacement, but she was still waiting for the new one to come in. Until then she had a loaner. "Snowspeeders! It's a rebel attack!" shouted out the stormtrooper on watch duty. Everyone grabbed their E-11s, dark as night, and the sound of lasers being fired would fill the air. The air would be filled with the red hue of the light emitted from both snowspeeders and blasters alike. No Imperial air support was close enough to get to the outpost in time though. "Gods, is this what they were talking about back at base!?" shouted out Annika, who was quite confused as of to how there was no air support yet, since usually there's always a pack of TIEs above-head to take care of any aerial threats. A snowspeeder took a hit. The hit was heard, and for a brief second, the stormtroopers celebrated. That was until another explosion could be heard. The snowspeeder had taken critical damage and was crashing down into the outpost walls. "Take cover!!!" shouted a stormtrooper, as Annika had already began to dash. It was as if the pilot's last intentions was to hit her though, as the snowspeeder slowly turned into her before it hit the walls. The sound of an explosion, the metal in the walls creaking and falling. A force strong enough to move a mountain. A smashing sensation as snow crunched and it had felt like the entire back half of her body had been broken. It was like death, but worse. This was what Annika experienced in only a matter of seconds. Someone picked her up, and then all went dark. "Heart is still beating, sir." Said one doctor as Annika lay on a medical bed, still unconscious. An officer would look over to the doctor. "Good, move her to the med bay. I want an analysis of the damage as soon as possible." No more words were said after that, and the doctor pushed Annika into the med bay to be treated.
  19. I’ve noticed a suspicious lack of star wars omo in general both on this site and off, so I decided to make a topic for people to write/link/compile art/fics they’ve found! any of the movies/fiction are fair game and are all greatly appreciated!
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