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  1. This one is a commission based off an idea by @ed2- it features some alcohol and drug content so be warned! --------------------------------- There was still dew on the grass when Cassie pulled up her handbrake outside Hawthorne Court on Saturday morning. She left the car overhanging a double yellow; there were no parking rules today. The city had relaxed all restrictions in anticipation of almost ten thousand teenagers moving in, to save parents the hassle of looking for somewhere to leave their vehicles while they lugged luggage into the cramped budget rooms that students would be spending the next ten months in. Cassie had not come with her parents, and there was no traffic when she arrived just past seven. She liked to do things early. In the chilly air she grabbed the first backpack from her passenger seat, pausing only to check her reflection in the wing mirror. While not usually one to worry about her appearance, Cassie was suddenly nervous to meet her roommate- she wanted to make a good first impression, if she could. In truth, Cassie hadn't wanted a roommate. She hadn't been left with much choice. Her budget was not exactly flexible. But she was stuck with one, and it wouldn't do to turn up looking like a straggler on the first day. Brushing blonde hair out of brown eyes, Cassie dabbed one finger with her tongue and used the moisture to rub the dry skin under her nose into some kind of shape. It looked better once she'd got some spit on it, albeit still noticeable up close. One thing that wasn't so obvious was the puppy fat that still protruded over her waistband just a little. Cassie had gotten used to wearing baggy clothes to hide her figure, which came in doubly useful when she wanted to disguise the flat chest she'd never been happy with. Cassie left her little car where it was and approached the building, one hand clutching the electronic key fob she'd picked up twenty minutes before from a building that served almost all of the city's student halls. She was looking forward to testing out the toilet in her new dorm, if mainly because she'd been in the car for three hours and now she really needed to use it. Luckily, her room was only on the first floor, and it took no more than twenty seconds to get from the entrance of the building to the door of the place she'd be living in that year. The building was just as she'd expected- cheap and not particularly clean- but it would do. While Cassie was used to more lavish surroundings, her family had fallen on hard times since her childhood and this was the one of the few accommodations in the city they could afford, as long as the student loan company recognised them as still being rich. She was determined to make the best of it. Reaching the door to room 12, Cassie felt like a ghost in the building. Almost everyone was moving in today, but so early in the morning none of them were around yet. She opened the door and was met with one of the biggest shocks of her life. Cassie had already seen the floor plan of the rooms when she'd booked to move in, so she'd already known how small it would be. She'd already known that there was one single bed against either wall, facing a tiny TV, a pair of desks and two small clothes closets. She'd already known that the shared en-suite bathroom was situated directly opposite the entrance. But the last thing she'd have expected was to see the bathroom door wide open, and a young woman sitting on the toilet. Cassie's first instinct was to back away, but she turned just as the door shut behind her and locked automatically. As she was trying to open it again, sure to leave no doubt that she wasn't looking at the girl, a soft voice called out to her. "Hey, where are you going?" Cassie stopped. The voice had an accent, but one she couldn't place. It sounded vaguely South American to her, or maybe Spanish. What really threw her off was the confusion in the voice. It was like the woman couldn't understand why Cassie would try to leave after catching her on the toilet. "I'll- I'll wait outside," Cassie stammered, starting to pull the front door open. "Oh, I would not do that if I were you," the voice said- it sounded like she was smiling. "I'm going to be here for a long time". Not seeing any other option, Cassie slowly turned back around and looked at the sitting girl. She certainly looked like she could be from South America, with hair the colour of chocolate and big eyes to match. Cassie thought she had a pretty face- no supermodel, in her opinion, but certainly pretty. Sitting on the toilet in profile, Cassie could only see the girl's left side, but that was enough to get a good idea that they were roughly of an age with each other. She wore jeans pulled down all the way to her ankles, just a hint of pink underwear visible tucked inside the denim. On her top half was one of the tightest tee-shirts Cassie had ever seen, and they left little to the imagination when it came to a pair of d-cup breasts, or a perfectly flat belly. It was cut off high, revealing two purple stretch marks. "I didn't expect to see anyone so early! You must be a morning person," the girl said. As she spoke, Cassie couldn't miss the clear tinkle of pee hitting the water in the bowl. It was only a short spurt, no more than a second. Cassie got the impression that the woman had finished peeing a while ago, and this was just an aftershock as she attempted to push out something much bigger. The smell in the room certainly backed that up- a scent of stale farts, beyond a doubt. Again Cassie found herself wondering if she should wait outside. "Do you... want me to close the bathroom door?" Cassie asked, timidly starting towards where the woman was seated. "No, leave it open. There are no windows in here, it needs the air". The girl fanned the air around her with one hand as if to demonstrate. Cassie could only imagine how bad it must have smelt up close. "My name is Lola," she said. "I'm Cassie," said Cassie. "You must be my new roommate?" A fart sputtered out of Lola, echoing in the bowl. "I moved in last night. I didn't think you'd be here until later". "I'm guessing that explains the open door?" Lola gave her a puzzled look. "No,' she said, "I just didn't close it". "Oh, okay". Cassie wasn't sure how to take that. She was about to excuse herself and go to grab more bags from her car when Lola said, "So, what are you studying?" "Anthropology, and you?" "I do Ancient History," Lola told her with a slight grunt in her voice. Cassie was more than a little confused by the scene she'd walked into. She'd never seen another person on the toilet before. Her family were private people, and she'd been taught from a very early age that this wasn't something that should ever be shared, not with anyone. She couldn't understand why her new roommate was casually going with the door open as if there was no shame at all in what she was doing. Still, she was determined not to appear rude or overdramatic, so she didn't say the things she was thinking. She didn't ask Lola what the hell was wrong with her, for example. Who leaves the door open when they go to the toilet, especially for a number two? It didn't make any sense to her at all. "I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable," Lola said, acknowledging the unusual situation for the first time, "I would have preferred to meet you first". You and me both. "It's okay. I was just a bit surprised, that's all". "I always have to poop in the mornings," explained Cassie's new roommate, "it usually takes me a while. I think I'm nearly done here, though". "That's... good?" Lola smiled at her with perfect teeth. "Ay, you don't need to be so shy. We're roommates now, there's no point being modest". Cassie had already thought that through, though in truth she didn't much like thinking about it. Yes, it was true that it wouldn't be practical to worry about privacy when sharing a room. She couldn't get changed in the bathroom every single day. Still, she'd figured it would be easy enough to put on and off her bras and pairs of knickers under the sheets, then slip out of bed for the rest. This was a completely different matter. And Cassie had another reason to want Lola off the toilet as soon as possible: her need to pee was getting much worse. If she didn't sit down and go soon, things were likely to get very uncomfortable for her. But there was no way she was going to admit that out loud, especially not to someone she barely knew. Hell, she hated talking about her bodily functions even to her closest friends and family. Clearly Lola had no such inhibitions. She was grunting openly now, straining hard to finish the job. The girl's brown eyes scrunched shut tightly when she pushed. It might have been endearing in another context, but not when Cassie could see the rest of Lola's body- including one thigh and some of her bum. Cassie was about to say something when a loud splash rang out through the room. Across Lola's pretty face spread a look of exquisite relief, as if she'd just pushed a bowling ball out of her. She grinned at Cassie as the smell in the room intensified by half. It was so powerful that Cassie felt as though she was in the room with Lola. "That feels so much better already," she sighed, relaxing her tensed muscles, "I needed to go last night but I thought is better to wait". Another trickle of urine pattered into the water like rain. Lola reached uncomfortably behind herself to lift a near-full roll of toilet paper off of the tank. She carefully tore off two squares and folded them to form one thick piece. That's strange, Cassie thought, we're clearly nothing alike and yet we wipe in the same way. What a weird thing to notice. She banished the rogue thought from her mind; suddenly she was very aware that she hadn't said anything in a long time. When Lola wiped her butt for a first time and brought the soiled paper out to inspect, Cassie finally decided it was her cue to leave. "I'm- going to go and get some more of my things, from my car. I'll be back in a minute". Lola dropped the paper between her thick thighs, apparently satisfied, and tore another two squares off. "Okay! It was nice meeting you, Cassie!" With her own bladder still uncomfortably full, Cassie slipped out of the room, careful not to open the door too wide in case a passer-by got an unwanted glimpse of her roommate doing something gross. Her head was swimming on the way back down the stairs. Did she really just meet her new roommate in such a bizarre situation? She certainly had no intention of coming straight back up with a bag. She wanted to wait a moment to give Lola time to finish up, so that the next time they saw each other both would be fully clothed and maybe- just maybe- they could forget the whole bloody thing. She wouldn't wait too long, though. She really needed a wee. ————————————————————————————————————————— In spite of the unorthodox start to their relationship, Cassie's first week living with Lola passed by in a flash. That was mainly because they were both so busy- between induction classes, campus tours and Lola going out partying almost every night, they hadn't seen much of each other. Cassie enjoyed the evenings, when she'd be alone in the room. She could sit on her bed and put whatever she wanted on TV, or listen to music, or get some studying done. They'd met on Saturday, and by the next Friday afternoon, Cassie still felt like she barely knew Lola. Lola's attitude to bathroom priv4acy hadn't changed one bit, so far as Cassie could tell. When the girl had to pee, she would do it, without closing the door or worrying where Cassie was. Apparently Lola hadn't even considered the possibility that Cassie might think it was weird. She didn't hesitate, either, when she needed to go number two- which happened at least once a day, as reliable as the sun coming up. And if Lola had had a lot to drink the night before (which had been almost every night) she would need to empty her bowels in the mornings, too. It was always loud, it always smelt and it always took a couple of flushes. She was a sharer, too, always telling Cassie when she had to go or how much better she felt after she'd finished. Cassie still felt too shy to say anything back, so she tended to change the subject instead. For her part, she always closed the door when she used the bathroom, and she didn't see that changing any time soon. Just because she was getting used to Lola being open with her body didn't mean Cassie was getting comfortable with it. Cassie herself hadn't pooped all week. She knew it wasn't healthy. She'd never gone anywhere near this long without doing one before, and since Tuesday the need had made itself known plenty. But she was still dreading the idea of going with Lola around. The logical part of her brain knew that she'd need to face her fear at some point, and yet she'd put it off. That wasn't personal; Cassie had never felt comfortable pooping with anyone else in earshot. She was far too self-conscious about the noises, the smells... and she knew from experience how thin these walls were. Not to mention that the bathroom door didn't lock. You could close it, but there was no bolt to be slid across. All of that meant that Cassie was thoroughly desperate to take a crap as she walked home from her last class of the week just after lunch on Friday. She walked with her legs close together, belly cramping and rumbling alternately. Every now and then she'd be forced to let out some gas as she walked, which made her face turn pink and her trousers start to smell. She didn't know the city well enough to know where any public toilets were, either. She'd held out as long as she could, but Cassie knew that she had no choice now: she'd have to poop in the dorm. It was getting far too painful to keep holding, and besides, there was no end in sight. The moment where her body made the decision for her had arrived. So Cassie walked up the single set of stairs to her bedroom, praying that Lola wouldn't be in. Fortunately, she opened the door to complete airy silence, which was only broken when she farted involuntarily. She needed to go right now. Their shared bathroom was absolutely miniscule. There really was no better word for it. The whole thing was barely bigger than a broom cupboard, with the toilet squished between a sink and a shower. Shower was a generous word for it, too, as the water was really just sprayed onto the bare floor, where it flowed down a drain in front of the loo. There wasn't even a curtain to stop the toilet seat getting wet. Cassie had been dreading using this bathroom since she saw how small it would be, and the reality hadn't proved her wrong so far. But when you've got to go, you've got to go, Cassie reflected. And she could no longer postpone the moment when she used this bathroom for the thing it was really built for. So she stepped inside, closed the door and unbuttoned her jeans. Her bare knees almost touched the wooden door when she sat down. The seat was cold against her bum cheeks. But that didn't stop her from starting to pee right away, having not even realised that she needed to, such was her focus on the other end. In the quiet room, the noise was almost pleasant. When her bladder was empty, Cassie started on the part her body had been looking forward to for the better part of a week. She pushed gently at first, all too aware of the cuts and tears that she sometimes got when she strained too hard. The last thing she wanted was to overexert herself. Fortunately, she had to go so badly that it didn't take a lot of pushing for the mass to start sliding out of her. Right away she knew that she was paying for her postponements. The log felt enormous, thick as well as long. It felt, in short, like something only a person who hadn't been in days could produce. The dorm door opened and Cassie froze up right away. Her turd was hanging halfway out of her bum, dangling there like a monstrously wide tail. The feeling was stranger than anything she'd experienced in a long time- Cassie had never tried to pause mid-poop before. She hadn't counted on Lola getting back this early. Instinctively, she reached over for the door handle, hoping to hold it closed as a last resort, but before she could grab a hold the whole thing swung wide open. Lola stood on the other side. She was clearly busting for a pee. The tall girl's legs were bent to a nearly acute angle, and one hand was shoved hard between her thighs, holding her crotch tightly. Her whole body seemed to be squirming, totally unable to stand still. Dangling in front of her eyes was a messy tangle of hair, which she brushed away hurriedly with the free hand. The shirt Lola wore was so thin that Cassie could see her nipples through the fabric. "Hi, Cassie," she said breathlessly, squeezing past a speechless Cassie's legs into the bathroom. Before Cassie could say a word, she unbuttoned her jeans, tearing them down to her ankles again, and her underwear along with them. It all happened so fast that there was no time to protest before Lola was squatting over the shower area and pissing full force onto the floor. Still in shock, Cassie got far more of a look than she bargained for: she saw Lola's pussy for the first time, naked and remarkably hairy. It surprised her that the Spanish girl apparently didn't bother to shave, given how good she usually looked. That's not bloody important right now. Lola moaned in relief and all the while Cassie was doing her best to stop herself from getting any of her own. She'd been so close to pushing out one of the biggest dumps of her life, but that had all gone out of the window as soon as Lola arrived. There was no way Cassie felt comfortable shitting with another person next to her. Instead she tried her best to hold it in, clenching tightly. The heavy log wanted out, so it took a lot of willpower not to just let it fall into the water. She couldn't risk Lola hearing the splash- especially because it was going to be a big splash, she was sure. When Lola was finished peeing, she shook her butt back and forth to get rid of some of the excess fluids. "Can you give me the toilet paper? I need to wipe". Cassie reluctantly handed her the roll. "You can't just come in here while I'm... doing my business," she said, cheeks burning. She'd finally found her voice. It was hard to sound angry while a poop hung out of her bum. "God, don't you have any boundaries? This is a bathroom, Lola". As ever, Lola seemed unfazed. "What's the big deal? We're roommates, no?" "Yes, but I still want some privacy when I'm in here". Her voice betrayed the urgency she was feeling. The need to finish pooping was overwhelming by now, and despite her best efforts Cassie couldn't hold it in much longer. Her entire body was screaming at her just to let it out. She was growing more and more angry now, provoked by desperation. "Fuck, can you get out, please?" "Wait a minute," Lola said, "I'm almost done". "No! Get out now!" Cassie was almost yelling now. She could feel herself losing control. There was nothing she could do. Lola's face was full of hurt. She stood and moved towards the door. "Okay, I'm sorry". But it was too late. Cassie's body took over. The thick log got moving again and rushed out of her, spurred on by the pain in her stomach. It hit the water with a splash so loud that the people in the room next door probably heard it. If Cassie wasn't embarrassed enough, the poop was followed by a huge fart that seemed to go on for five seconds. Her face went even redder. "That sounded big, Lola said over her shoulder, "are you okay?" Now that the poop was out of her, Cassie felt bad for her outburst. "Yeah," she said meekly. "Sorry I shouted. I just really..." she was about to say had to go, but that was more information than she felt comfortable giving. "I really didn't feel well". When Lola left the bathroom, she closed the door behind her for the first time since they'd moved in. That surprised Cassie... and made her feel a little bad. Clearly her harsh words had cut through and made her point. "It's okay," Lola said quickly, "don't even worry about it". Cassie leaned over and opened the door just a crack. "I'm sorry. I like you, Lola, I just... I'm not really comfortable with... some things". "It's okay," Lola said again. "I grew up with three sisters. There was no privacy in my house. I just got used to it. I'll be more considerate from now on," she promised. That felt like a huge weight off of Cassie's shoulders. "Thank you". "Just so you know, I'm getting changed out here. I... never mind". Cassie wondered if Lola was going to say that she hadn't quite made it in time, that she'd leaked a little, and maybe that was why she was changing. Not that it was any of Cassie's business. "That's okay. I'll be a few minutes". Cassie felt a lot better as she wiped her butt, both physically and mentally. If Lola was going to stop being so unashamed of private matters, it would make her life a lot less stressful. And maybe she could even start pooping in the room without worrying about having company. In a way she almost respected Lola's confidence, but she didn't see a world where that same confidence could ever exist in Cassie. She finished wiping, stood up and did something that she almost never did: looked at her handiwork in the bowl. The log was bigger than she even realised she was capable of producing. It was almost a foot long, and wide, too, poking half out of the water. Cassie tried to flush. The log was sucked into the water a little, but it didn't budge. She groaned internally. If she couldn't get this thing to flush, she'd have to explain to Lola that she'd blocked the toilet. —————————————————————————————————————— Cassie was woken up by a throbbing bladder. She sucked in air sharply, panicking; it had been years since she'd woken up needing to pee this badly. Something wasn't right... then she remembered the night before. She'd gone out with Lola, and her new friend had persuaded her to have just a couple of drinks. Cassie, not being much of a drinker in general, had ordered two fruity cocktails, come back to the dorm and promptly fallen asleep. And they'd been big cocktails, too. No wonder she felt like she was trying to hold a lake inside of her body. All at once she realised that she must have been holding it in her sleep, because she woke up with her left hand buried beneath two clenched thighs. Her eyes adjusted to the light and she took in the room. The curtains had been opened at some point, and the TV was on, playing the news at low volume. It was still a little messy in here, but Lola wasn't in bed. Through the bathroom door she could hear the shower running. Lola always showered in the mornings- usually after she'd been for a poo- which was just Cassie's luck. Part of Cassie wanted to get out of bed and pee while Lola showered. But Lola had stuck to her word in the days since their awkward meeting while Cassie was pooping, and it would be hypocritical of her to suddenly go and do the very same thing she'd asked her roommate not to do just because she was the one who was desperate this time. The pretty girl had closed the door every time she'd been in the bathroom, and had even stopped changing when Cassie was in the room. She clearly took Cassie's discomfort seriously, and they'd started feeling like friends because of it. That meant Cassie was determined to try and hold it in until Lola was out of the shower. She turned on her side and held herself under the duvet, squeezing her fleshy crotch hard. Each finger dug into her mound, easing the pressure just a little. Her belly rubbed against the back of her hand, clad in a loose-fitting tee shirt. At home Cassie slept naked, but pyjamas weren't so bad, she'd found. She lay there, knocking her knees together and trying to think of anything other than how badly she had to piss. It was no good. She knew that Lola took long showers. Feeling herself on the verge of an accident, Cassie hauled herself out of bed, which was easier said than done with a hand clutching her privates. She got shakily to her feet and limped to the bathroom. By now she was more desperate for the toilet than she could remember being since she was a kid. It was bad enough that even walking wasn't easy. Approaching the sound of running water only made things worse, too. Fuck, I have to piss so bad. Even in Cassie's mind, she didn't use words like 'piss' unless she was really busting. It took some serious desperation to drive her to such a vulgar term. Some of her friends said it like it was nothing, but not Cassie. She knocked on the door, running out of time. "Lola?" she called. It was hard not to feel like a bitch, practically begging to be allowed to do something she'd forbidden. "Yes?" "Um... I really need a wee," Cassie said, "I'm sorry to ask this, but-" Lola cut her off before she could finish talking. "Yes, come in! Silly girl. You don't have to ask". "Oh, thank you!" Cassie sighed, pulling the door open. She made a point not to look at Lola's soapy, wet, naked figure in the shower. It was strictly a task borne of necessity, so as she pulled her pyjama shorts down and took a seat, she made sure it was clear that her eyes were averted. The toilet seat, she realised, was damp and warm. That happened after one of them took a shower- there was no real way for the girl under the tap to stop the water from simply splashing off of her body and onto the seat. Right now Cassie was far too in need to care. A powerful stream was hissing out of her pussy and into the bowl in no time, audible even over the sounds of the shower. Cassie could see a wet patch in the crotch of her shorts around her shins. Maybe it was splash back from the shower... but Carrie suspected otherwise. She could easily have leaked without noticing. She could deal with that later- for now she leant her elbows on her thighs, closed her eyes and enjoyed the sheer relief of emptying her bladder in the nick of time. "Wow, you must have really needed to go!" Lola laughed, washing her armpits with a soaped-up sponge. Then her voice changed. "Ay, I'm sorry, Cassie... I shouldn't have said anything. I know you don't like me talking about these things". In truth, Cassie hadn't even paid any attention to the comment. The relief had left her in such a good mood that she'd forgotten to feel embarrassed about what she was doing. "Don't be sorry," she said, "I shouldn't have walked in on you like this". "You know I don't mind," Lola said. "I just want you to be comfortable". The longest pee of Cassie's life came to an end after more than a minute. She'd just woken up, but already her body felt exhausted from the ordeal. She managed to wipe herself dry without any incident, checking each piece of paper before she dropped it into the toilet. When it was only a wee, she didn't usually bother- except she was expecting her period soon and wanted to check for blood. Cassie had long since gotten used to inspecting the toilet paper whenever she pooped, and in these few days every month. It made her life a lot easier. She caught sight of Lola's body in the bathroom mirror. Cassie only looked for a second before tearing her gaze away, but accidental or not, it was the first time she'd seen Lola naked. She had uneven breasts and those stretch marks on her belly, but she was still far more of a physical specimen than Cassie would ever be, as far as she was concerned. It wasn't like Lola would mind Cassie looking, but still she felt guilty. She looked away and hurried out of the room to let Lola finish up in the shower. Cassie felt a tonne lighter. Cassie had a lot to think about while she picked out some clothes ready for the Friday ahead of her. She'd been so adamant that she and Lola keep their bodies to themselves, but maybe Lola had the right idea after all. If they were going to share a bathroom, moments like this morning were inevitable. And perhaps it was better that, when those moments came, the two girls were a little more comfortable with each other than Cassie's normal friendships. For one thing, she was sure that she'd have wet her pants if Lola hadn't let her in today. A few minutes later, Lola emerged from the bathroom with an immaculately white fluffy towel wrapped tightly around her from the armpits down. She made the small step into the main bedroom and gave Cassie a warm smile. A week ago Lola would have made some sort of comment about the situation, but now she kept quiet, acting as if nothing unusual was going on. As much as Cassie appreciated how considerate Lola had been for the last week, and was starting to really see her as a good friend, she felt like she had been in the wrong when she asked for things to be so formal between them. She decided to clear the air while Lola was picking some clothes to take to the bathroom. "Hey, listen," she began, "I'm sorry I made things so awkward lately. I think you were right. We should be able to share the bathroom, you know... in case of emergencies". Lola smiled. "Cassie, it's okay. I'm getting used to it now, don't worry". "No- I mean it," Cassie said honestly, "I think your way is better. Like you said, it's not a big deal. We should go back to how you used to do things. With your sisters, like you said". At this Lola broke into a grin. "Really? You mean it?" "Yeah," Cassie was unable to resist smiling back, "if that's okay with you". "Of course!" Lola said, "but... let me know if you change your mind, okay?" "I will". Lola picked up the bundle of clothes she'd selected from her closet and started carrying them towards the bathroom. Cassie had another thought. "Oh, and you don't need to keep getting changed in the bathroom. I, uh, kind of saw everything there was to see when you were in the shower back there". With a laugh, Lola dumped the clothes back on the bed. "You're sure?" "Yeah, of course. Except..." Cassie was growing bolder now. "Only if I can, too. I don't want to keep changing in the bathroom either. It's really cramped in there". Lola smiled. "That's fine with me". She dropped her towel, inhibitions gone again, and exposed her naked body. Cassie found she didn't mind this time. Lola started pulling her clothes on, picking up the towel again every now and then to dry off her armpits, butt crack and the gaps between her thighs and her pussy. Cassie picked up a towel of her own and headed into the bathroom for her own morning shower. As she scrubbed herself clean, it felt like she'd made major progress in her friendship with her new roommate. She still wasn't totally comfortable using the bathroom in front of Lola- but she'd done it today, and it hadn't been too bad. With a little more time, Cassie was starting to think she might be able to leave her shyness behind for good. ———————————————————————————————————————————— Cassie got back from the first day of the new week desperate to take a dump. She'd been holding it in most of the day, preferring to wait until she got home rather than go in one of the university's busy public bathrooms, and for the last few minutes of the walk back she'd started to seriously doubt whether she could even make it back in time. But made it she had, and she found the dorm door left on the latch too. It wasn't unusual for Lola to leave it like that- and on days like this, when she had to go badly, Cassie was grateful for things like that that could save her a few seconds. She slipped into the room and heard right away that her roommate was in the shower. This wasn't a problem anymore; since her desperate pee last week it had become commonplace for one of the pair to use the loo while the other showered, especially in the mornings. So she walked carefully to the bathroom door, relaxing in the knowledge that she wasn't going to mess herself. It had been a seriously close call. Next time she wouldn't go for the spicy option in the cafeteria. When Cassie opened the bathroom door, though, she was completely unprepared for what she saw. Lola was in the shower, but she was facing away from Cassie, leaning on the back wall with her right hand. Her left hand was doing something very different. Lola's body was stooped over, back and knees bent, as if the only thing keeping her upright was those fingers on the slippery tiled wall. Lola was masturbating, Cassie realised with a start. She was touching herself down there and, by the looks of it, she was going both hard and fast. Soaked hair hung over Lola's lowered head. Her arm was a blur beneath the flowing water, the side of her right boob clear as day to Cassie, with a nipple erect enough to cut steel protruding out of the tip. And she was moaning. Moaning, in a voice that made it very plain that whatever she was doing between her legs felt very good indeed. Without a word, Cassie retreated, suppressing a shocked smile. The last thing she'd expected was to walk in on her hot Spanish roommate having a wank, but she wasn't in a position to judge. Cassie herself had found it hard, too, suddenly living with another woman. In her room at home (though she'd never admit it) Cassie would bring herself off a few times a week. It was the perfect way to relieve tension and get some time to herself. Since moving in with Lola, that had stopped, and Cassie was starting to miss it badly. Apparently Lola was missing her self-pleasure too. Cassie resolved not to bring it up to Lola. She didn't want to humiliate her friend. Instead, she sat on the bed, sure that she could hold in her poop for a while longer- at least until Lola was finished. ——————————— The next afternoon- Tuesday- was a free one for Cassie, so she spent it lounging on her bed in the dorm, surfing the internet on her phone. Some of the kids in her Anthropology class had gone out for drinks that day after lunch, to celebrate the free time. Cassie had politely declined her invitation and then spent most of the day wondering if she should regret saying no. The thought of getting drunk still made her nervous, but she wanted to make more friends. She was still pondering the question when Lola walked through the door with flushed cheeks. From where Cassie was sitting, nothing looked amiss about her roommate's appearance. Then Lola turned to drop her keys by the door, revealing a huge bulge in the seat of her jeans. Lola always wore tight-fitting trousers that hugged the curve of her bum perfectly, so Cassie noticed the lump right away. It stuck out like a sore thumb on a body where the only other protrusions were the tits (one big, the other slightly bigger). At first Cassie couldn't believe it, but there was no doubting what she was looking at: Lola had done a poo in her pants. "Uh- Lola-" she stammered, taken by surprise by the sudden turn of events. "Yes, I had a little accident," Lola confessed, talking as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "I needed to go number two in class, but the lines were too long. So I tried to make it home. I couldn't get here in time". Her voice sounded totally unfazed, like she wasn't at all bothered by what had happened. Judging by the size of the bulge, it was a real Lola-sized poop, too- and Cassie knew from experience exactly how massive those could be. "Aw, I'm sorry," Cassie said, trying to sound sympathetic, "do you feel okay?" Lola shrugged. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said. She went to her bed and drew her phone out of her pocket. "I wanted to call an Uber to get me home quickly, but my estúpido phone died in class". Lola sat down on the bed, then lay down on her side, grabbing the phone charger to plug in. She set up her body in a position where her messy pants weren't touching the bed, but still looked more than comfortable there as her phone faded back into life. Cassie had been surprised to see her hot roommate walk in the room with a turd in her pants, but now... now she could barely believe what she was witnessing. "Aren't you gonna get changed?" Cassie asked, incredulous. "In a minute," Lola said patiently. "I need to check my messages". "Lola," Cassie said slowly, trying to spell it out, "you've pooped your pants. Shouldn't you get out of them?" "Why?" Lola put on that expression of bemusement again. "I've already had the accident. It's done. There's no point rushing around to clean up when the damage has already been done". Though her argument almost made sense, in a way, Cassie was still lost for words as she watched her roommate casually checking her phone with a bulge the size of a small hill in the seat of her jeans. "Aren't you upset or anything? I mean, you just shit yourself. You're nineteen and you shit yourself. Isn't that kind of a big deal?" "Big deal?" Lola shook her head. "Why? It's just an accident. I have them sometimes. Well, maybe more than sometimes. But every woman has those days where she just doesn't quite make it, every now and then". Cassie genuinely didn't know what Lola was alluring to. "I don't". That made Lola look up from her phone. "You don't?" "Nope". "Never?" "Never". Dropping her charging phone back on the bed, Lola looked right into Cassie's eyes distrustfully. "I don't believe you," she said, "you've never had an accident?" "No," Cassie said honestly. She didn't see what was wrong with that- surely most women of her age had never had one. At least not since they became a woman, whether that was aged thirteen, sixteen or eighteen. It just wasn't a common thing, for a lady to soil herself. "Really?" Cassie could tell that Lola didn't believe her. "Not even a little one?" "Not even a little one," she thought. Only a leak or two, at best, in truth. But they didn't count, surely? "That's impressive," said Lola. "I've lost count of how many accidents I've had". Cassie didn't know what to say to that. Perhaps she just had better bladder and bowel control than most women? She'd certainly never thought about it before. And yet here was some living proof that at least one woman Cassie knew was more than a little accident-prone. Lola had shit herself badly- not only that, but she didn't seem too fussed by it at all. The smell was really starting to become a problem by the time Lola eventually finished checking social media and got back up off of her bed. By then the whole room smelt of poo, and Cassie had learned to stop breathing through her nose. Just before she vanished into the bathroom, Lola gave her one last twirl to show off the titanic bulge in her jeans. Cassie could rarely even make a load that big, let alone in her underwear. She smiled, remembering how grossed out the sight would have made her just a few days ago. It was crazy how much more comfortable these two had grown around each other over the weekend. Lola disappeared then to start the long and presumably messy process of cleaning herself up. Cassie heard a zipper, a button being undone, and then the jeans being unfurled until they were around Lola's ankles. She opted to make conversation. "So, you doing anything tonight?" she asked, sitting up in bed a little. "Yes," Lola said abruptly, "I'm going to a house party on Braemar. You should come!" Despite herself, and despite the personality she'd had for the first nineteen years of her life, Cassie was intrigued. "What kind of party?" "One with boys," said Lola simply. "I went there a few weeks ago, it was fun. The music is loud and everyone is drunk. The police don't come because nobody on the street complains, because they're all having parties of their own. You should come," she said again. A big part of Cassie was almost tempted to say yes. She had never been to a house party before and wanted to see what they were like. Still, there was one big problem holding her back. It would be easier to tell Lola now, rather than have her think that Cassie was just antisocial. "It's just... I want to go to these parties, but I've never been drunk before, and I've never taken any drugs. I don't know what kind of effect they'd have on me, and I really don't want to find out when I'm in the middle of a house with people I've never met". Lola thought about this for a second. "You should try it here first," she suggested. "You and me, we can get drunk together, in this room. Then you'll get used to the alcohol". "That does sound like a good idea," Cassie said, brightening up, "just so I know what to expect. But what about... d-r-u-g-s?" she pronounced it that way, each letter individually. Even talking about taking illegal substances felt so naughty, so.. alien. "You can try those, too," Lola said in a casual voice, "if you want. Or I can demonstrate for you". "I don't know the first thing about where to buy drugs," Cassie admitted. Lola laughed from the bathroom. "Who said anything about you buying? I'll get them". "Are you sure?" "It's no problem. Just tell me what you want, and I'll get you some samples". Cassie thought this over again. "And when would we..." "This Saturday? I'm free," Lola offered. "I can get hold of some bits and pieces before then". Cassie heard the toilet flush. "Then yes, please," she said, suddenly aware of how absurdly posh she must sound considering she was practically ordering illegal drugs off of her new roommate. "That would be great". "Then it's a deal," Lola said. "I really need to get some action tonight," she said, "I haven't had sex in a month. I feel like I'm going to explode". You don't need to tell me that, Cassie thought. She could still vividly remember the sight she'd gotten when she had walked in on Lola wanking in the shower. Lola hadn't known that Cassie had seen, but judging by how quickly she got out of the shower after she heard Cassie turn the TV on, there was no way Lola had had the time to finish, either. Cassie wondered if Lola had tried again since then. "Ay, I'm going to need a shower," Lola finally admitted, "I'll be out in a second. Don't forget what I said about this weekend!" Cassie heard the shower start, and already found herself thinking about Lola's offer. It seemed like the perfect chance to try some of the things she'd never tried before, and with someone she trusted, too. The only question was how her body would respond. She picked up her phone, opened an Incognito window and started researching drugs on Google. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Later that night, after Lola had long since left for her party, Cassie found herself alone in the dorm. The invitation to the party tonight had remained extended, but in the end she'd decided to wait until after her weekend of experimentation before she made any decisions about which social events she would and wouldn't go to. And besides, Cassie had another reason for staying in: she was horny as anything, and needed the alone time so she could get some relief. It was like her whole body just wanted her to start rubbing herself until all of the stress and built-up tension melted away. So, with Lola not gone long, Cassie started peeling off clothes and leaving them on a heap on the wooden floorboards. She slid between the bedsheets fully naked. The air was cool enough to make her nipples hard and warm enough to be comfortable. Under the cover of her duvet, Cassie reached between her legs and started to play with herself. Right away she remembered how much she'd missed this since moving in with Lola. As much as she liked the Spanish girl, her presence made Cassie far too self-conscious to relieve her horniness, which could be problematic. It quickly started to feel wonderful again, her pussy turning wet in less than a minute. Though she'd never admit it, Cassie usually needed to cum at least three or four times a week to keep herself sane. Not being able to pleasure herself for weeks had taken a toll, and pretty soon she was vocalising that satisfaction with moans and gasps. She stroked her lips and rubbed circles over her clit, and meanwhile her free hand played with the left boob, massaging and pinching it. Cassie had missed masturbation more than she'd ever expected herself to. And just as she was starting to get close to a big finish, the fire alarm went off. Cassie groaned. She wasn't willing to give up just yet, not when she'd waited so long for an orgasm. As the bell droned on loudly, she sped up the movements of her fingers, rubbing even harder on the clitoris and trying to think of some of her naughtiest fantasies. There was still hope that she could come if she was quick. Buried underneath the alarm, the sound of fingers on wet pussy was unmistakable, and she hoped to make it lead somewhere. But a knock on Cassie's door put an abrupt end to that plan. She could have sworn out loud then, such was her frustration. Knowing that an orgasm couldn't have been more than a few seconds away, she swung her legs out of bed and stood, still completely butt naked. Cassie called to the knocker that she was on the way and started looking for something to throw on. Pyjamas would have to do, even though it was bound to be cold outside. If this was like most fire drills, they wouldn't be outside for too long. Cassie left the room locked, wishing she'd started touching herself just thirty seconds earlier. ————————————————————————————————————————— Cassie was still horny by the time the fire drill ended twenty minutes later, but the mood had very much been ruined. After shivering in the dark for a while, she was finally cleared to return to her room, where she she climbed into bed and turned the TV on. She wasn't tired enough to sleep, so Cassie flicked through some of the channels, looking for people she recognised. The screen was now the only source of light left in the room, and it gave off the same vibe as a hotel suite in the early hours of the morning. The sudden sound of the door unlocking made Cassie jump. For a brief moment, it became a rectangle of light, filled only with the silhouette of a tall, long-haired girl. Then the figure stepped into the room and the door shut behind her, leaving Cassie with just the shape of Lola in the room with her. A dark outline staggered around her own bed and towards the centre of the room. "Hey," Cassie said quietly, offering a smile. "Dios mio, I have to pee so bad," Lola whispered back. Her voice made it clear that she was very, very drunk. She walked unstably towards the bathroom and undid her jeans, sitting quickly on the toilet. As her stream started up, Cassie asked a question. "So, did you get any action? "No," Lola complained, "I'm so horny. The whole night I was making out with this cute guy, then he leaves just as things are getting good. My body thought I was gonna get laid, then I have to walk home empty handed. If I don't come soon, I think my body might implode". Cassie had to admit that she was feeling just as turned on, while her roommate finished peeing and wiped herself off. She'd considered going for attempt number two at making herself finish that night, but the fire alarm had destroyed the initial buzz and left Cassie tempted to wait for another opportunity to make sure she could get it right on the first attempt. Lola rose drunkenly from the toilet and returned to her bed, where she sat down on the side and kicked off her boots. Then off came her jeans, her top, her bra... and her underwear. That was no surprise to Cassie, who'd seen Lola naked plenty of times now. But was she imagining it, or did the woman's pussy have a certain gleam to it, as if it was wet? "I'm sorry, Cassie, but I need to cum," Lola announced as she slipped into bed. "I'll try and be quiet". The words threw Cassie off. As horny as she'd grown the last few days, she would never have expected Lola to be talking so openly about masturbation like this. Apparently, Cassie had found the limits of her newfound confidence. She'd only just gotten accustomed to Lola pooping with the door open, so having the woman wank off in the same room as her was bound to be a big step for Cassie. She had no idea what to say. So she just meekly said, "it's okay," and let Lola carry on. Even through Lola's duvet, Cassie could soon hear the beginnings of Lola's session. It first came as a weak squishing sound- the sound of wet pussy lips being rubbed together, a sound Cassie knew well (though she'd never admit it). Cassie turned off the TV, and the only thing she could still hear was that noise of Lola rubbing herself. Then came the moan. It was low, guttural, almost animalistic- and totally uncharacteristic of Lola, a woman who was usually all about looking good and partying hard. Cassie suspected that this was the real Lola. If she was honest, the sound of it was turning her on hard. "Ooh, I won't take much longer," Lola said suddenly, "I'll finish soon, then I'll be quiet, I promise". For her part, Cassie didn't understand how it was even possible for Lola to cum so quickly. She didn't know any other women who could go in less than five or ten minutes, as far as she'd asked. But Lola's voice quickly built to a crescendo, and there was no mistaking the moment that she came, with a huge, exaggerated sigh. When Lola was done, silence fell across the room. Cassie wondered if her roommate was feeling the same regret as she herself sometimes did after a wank. It wasn't out of the question. Soon enough, it sounded like the drunk woman had gone to sleep. But Cassie couldn't drift off; she was too aroused. Her fingers crept to her pussy and started to rub around down there. The same squelching noise was back, and she couldn't help letting out a quiet moan of her own. "Cassie," came Lola's soft voice, stabbing Cassie in the heart like a knife, "are you...?" Cassie didn't answer for a very long time. She'd been caught. And the only thing left she could think to say was "yes". "Why didn't you say something? It's okay to... do that... when you need to, you know". "It is?" "Of course! I just did. Felt amazing, by the way". That much was a good point. Too horny to worry about decency, now, Cassie picked up the pace of her self-love. She was determined that she'd finish just as big as Lola. At that, at least, they could be equal. ——————————————————————— The weekend was drawing closer, and Cassie- though she didn't want to admit it out loud- couldn't think about much else. A mixture of nervous energy and excitement was buzzing around her brain as she wondered what Lola might have in store for her that Saturday night. Part of her still thought she might get cold feet and back out of it, though she still felt determined to try new things and become more of a party person. But all of that could wait. For tonight, Thursday, Cassie found herself sitting in her room with Lola, watching a movie on TV. The film itself wasn't bad, even if Cassie had seen it before. It was Lola's first time, and Cassie still got enjoyment from watching the Spanish girl's reactions to every little twist and joke. Lola had learned English by watching movies, so she was used to piecing together the subtext from the prequels she hadn't seen either. They were both sat up at the back of their respective beds, Cassie drinking Coke, Lola sipping wine. There hadn't been a night where Lola hadn't poured herself any booze, as far as Cassie could remember. She didn't know how her roommate did it. Then again, it wasn't without its side effects. About halfway through the movie, Lola wriggled her legs exaggeratedly and crossed them over each other. "Ah, I really have to pee," she complained, squeezing her crotch once for good measure. "Not long left," lied Cassie. "How long?" "Maybe twenty minutes?" this was certainly not true, but she didn't want to have to pause the movie- her remote didn't work, so the only way to pause would be to get up and walk over to the TV screen itself. "Twenty minutes? Okay, I try and hold," Lola said. For a while she sat still again and did her best to focus on the movie, but it must have been a little too much for her to bare, because ten minutes later she swung her legs off the side of the bed and sat up on the edge. Cassie assumed that Lola was getting up to use the bathroom, and prepared to go and pause the film... but instead, her roommate unbuttoned her jeans, lifted herself off the seat for a few seconds and shimmied them down to her knees. To Cassie's surprise, she didn't seem to be wearing any underwear. What happened next left Cassie speechless. Without taking her eyes off the climax of the film, Lola grabbed an empty water bottle from the side of her bed, unscrewed the lid and positioned it between her legs. She must have done this before, because she didn't even need to look to know exactly where to place the opening of the bottle against her hair-covered pussy. Then, with an audible sigh of relief, Lola started peeing full-force into the thing. Cassie didn't want to stare, so she only got a glimpse of what was happening out of the corner of her eye, but she could hear it perfectly. She'd never urinated in a plastic bottle before. It sounded exactly like she would have expected it to, like it was being filled up from a tap- except instead of a tap it was a vagina and instead of water it was hot, golden pee. Cassie had no idea how to react. She supposed the best thing to do would be pretending she hadn't noticed- but would Lola mind? It wasn't like she was a shy woman. On top of that, Cassie could feel her own bladder starting to fill up. She'd first noticed not long into the movie, but it was nothing urgent- she could still hold it a while longer. She found herself wondering what it would feel like if she followed Lola's lead. There was even an empty water bottle on her own bedside table. Would Lola say anything? And could she bring herself to do something so unladylike when there was a bathroom just a few metres from her? She wasn't sure. Perhaps if she was desperate... but right now she barely needed to go... Lola seemed to have finished peeing, because she was now carefully lifting the bottle upright and screwing the cap back on. It was practically full to the brim with yellow fluid. When she was done, Lola left it back on her bedside table where she'd found it- only now the bottle was a hundred times heavier and probably not good to drink from. Without a word, she kicked off her jeans and lay back down on the bed, naked from the waist down. Cassie could only guess that pee was dribbling down her lips and onto the duvet. The whole time, Lola hadn't taken her eyes off of the movie. Once the credits started rolling, Lola carried the bottle to the toilet and emptied it out, before rinsing it in the sink. "Twenty minutes, you liar," she teased when she returned, "you're lucky I had the bottle. If I pissed on the bed, I'd have been sleeping in yours tonight". ————————————————————— Cassie shut off the water when she heard the front door open. She stood there for a moment, naked, warm, letting droplets drip from the tips of her fingers, her hair, her lips, and rain down onto the tiles. Towel wrapped around her, she emerged from the bathroom just as Lola was unpacking a bag of shopping. She'd sent the tall girl to the local off-license with a pile of ten pound notes and hopped in the shower to get ready for their night. Now Lola was opening a bag of cubed ice and storing it in their tiny freezer. Cassie's eyes almost popped out like a cartoon character when she saw how much booze Lola had retrieved. "You bought all that with fifty pounds?" "I bought it with sixty," Lola corrected, "your fifty and ten from me". "And what about..." the word felt unnatural on Cassie's tongue, "you know... drugs?" Lola smirked. "That's where my other forty went," she said, "I picked up some bits and pieces last night. But those are for later, not now. If you don't get too drunk". "I will not get too drunk," Cassie said indignantly, "wait, will I?" "Drinking with me? It's likely". Lola got two of her own glasses out of her cupboard. In each she dropped two cubes of ice, which clinked into the cups with a satisfying sound. "What do you like to drink, Cassie?" Cassie frowned. "I don't know," she realised, "what have you got?" Lola went through the four bottles one by one, lifting them up to present to Cassie. "This is vodka, then gin, pink gin, and this one-" she held up a squat, green bottle "-is really sour, you're meant to drink shots of it". " "Do we even have shot glasses?" "I do," Lola said coyly. Cassie felt no closer to knowing what she wanted to drink, so she instructed Lola to pour two glasses of whatever she was having while she towelled off her legs. By the time she'd pulled on a t-shirt and pair of jeans with knickers, Lola was setting down a glass on Cassie's bedside table and one on her own. It was clearly Coke, but what Lola had mixed it with was anyone's guess. Cassie picked up the drink and sniffed, then sipped. She thought it was vodka, but she hadn't garnered enough experience in the spirit department to be sure. Lola's first taste was more of a gulp than a sip. She was in charge of the music, too, flicking through her phone and connecting it to a Bluetooth speaker that sat by the bed. Soon enough it felt pretty close in their crappy little dorm to what Cassie imagined real parties were like- except in a room no bigger than a boxing ring and with only two attendees, one of whom had never gotten drunk before. "So what do we do now?" Cassie asked. "We play games, and we drink, and we put on music," said Lola, "until we pass out early tomorrow morning". That still sounded more than a little daunting to Cassie, but she was excited to get a taste of the life she'd been missing out on. They drank together for an hour or so, with Lola introducing Cassie to a few drinking games that got them both through the alcohol like it was lemonade. Some of their drinks literally were lemonade, but Cassie had never mixed hers with gin before. The pink stuff was surprisingly good, and Lola laughed at the way Cassie's face contorted the first time she tried a shot of Apple Sourz. Soon enough Cassie was sure that she was starting to feel drunk. This wasn't like the other night, when cocktails had made her no more than a little sleepy. The combination of lights, music and constant conversation was making her chattier than usual, quicker to laugh and thirstier. She was starting to see why most other students loved booze. Lola wasn't anywhere near as tipsy yet; she explained that her tolerance was far higher after years of getting her body used to alcohol. But they were still having fun, and it was still early. "I'm hungry," Lola announced at one point, "do we order food?" Ordinarily Cassie didn't like shelling out for takeaways, but with a bit of gin in her it suddenly sounded like a great idea. "Fuck yeah," she said, "you pick what we're having". Lola ordered from McDonalds and they went back to playing a game of Never Have I Ever. It felt like Cassie learned more about her new roommate in that hour than she had in the previous few weeks. She found out that Lola lost her virginity at seventeen, that she spoke a third language (French) and that she had never ridden a bike. One of the more prominent side effects of the alcohol was that Cassie found herself needing to pee more than usual. By the time the food arrived and had been promptly eaten up, she had to get up for her third bathroom visit of the evening. "Sorry, gotta go again," she told Lola. Standing up really made the booze hit her. "Ay, don't worry about it. It's normal to need to pee a lot when you're drinking. I'll go after you're done". But Cassie was enjoying the night more than she'd ever expected, and the gin-fuelled confidence inspired her to do something she'd never done before in her life: she left the door open while she peed. It must not have seemed like a big deal to Lola, who barely gave her a second look, but to Cassie it felt like a major step. "So, what about these drugs you mentioned?" Cassie asked while she emptied her bladder. She'd been thinking about whether she wanted to dabble in drugs so soon after her introduction to alcohol, but eventually decided that she wanted the full college experience, even if that meant trying something illegal. Not wanting to seem pushy, she hadn't asked Lola about them since the start of the night. But this time Lola seemed more than happy to talk about what she'd bought from her dealer the night before. She reached into the drawer of her bedside table and took out a little see-through bag with a red seal. In the dim lighting, Cassie couldn't see what was inside it straight away. When she got off the toilet and approached, though, she saw two little blue pills. Cassie took the bag gently off of Lola, holding it close to her eyes. The pills were each branded with a big 'S' that reminded her somewhat of the Skype logo. "What are these?" "Ecstasy, mostly," Lola said, as if she was talking about the most normal thing in the world, "maybe a few other things in there too- cocaine, speed..." "Is that safe?" asked Cassie. Lola nodded. "Safe enough, as long as you don't take too many," she said, "but you are only taking half. It's your first time". "And what do they do?" "They make you talkative, and peaceful. They make you want to touch things and look at lights and listen to music. It's like it lifts your senses up," Lola said wistfully. "As long as you don't take too many," she repeated. Cassie thought it over. It didn't sound so bad- a pill that would make her feel peaceful. It certainly seemed better than some of the other drugs she'd heard about, the ones they warned kids against at school that made people crazy and dangerous. In truth, it didn't take her nearly as long to decide she was in as she'd have thought. After examining the blue pills for a few seconds, she handed them back to Lola. "I'm in," she said, "you've done this before?" "More times than I can count," Lola confirmed. A question struck Cassie. "How do you take these? I always thought people snorted this kind of stuff". "You can crush it up and snort it, if you want," Lola said with a shrug, "but it will tear your delicate nose up. It's better to just swallow, with a drink. Don't let it stay in your mouth for long," she advised, "the taste is terrible. Watch this". Lola opened up the bag with painted fingernails and extracted one of the pills. Without missing a beat, she popped it in her mouth, picked up her glass and took a swig. From this close Cassie could see the woman's throat moving as she swallowed. And then the pill was gone. "See? Easy". It looked easy, that was true. So Cassie held her hand flat out in front of Lola and let the girl pour the other pill onto her palm. She wanted to take it before she had time to overthink things and back out, as she so often had before. Despite Lola's advice, Cassie did detect some of the awful taste in the second between putting the pill on her tongue and washing it down with her gin and lemonade, watered down with melting ice. "Fuck, it really does taste bad," she said, "how long until that hits us?" Lola was looking at her with wide eyes. "Cassie... I said you only take half!" Cassie gulped. She'd forgotten about that. "Will I be okay?" "Yes, yes," Lola said quickly, sensing fear in her voice, "you will be fine. It just might be a little intense, though. For a first time". "Okay, that's good," Cassie sighed, "as long as I'm not gonna die or anything". "No way". Lola flicked her hair out of her face again and took another sip. "That should hit us later". "How much later?" "Anywhere between half an hour and one and a half," Lola admitted, "usually, for me, is about forty-five minutes". That didn't seem so bad a wait. "And are there any, you know, side effects I should know about?" Lola thought about it for a moment. "Your jaw might start clenching, your eyes will twitch a little, so don't worry about it. Oh, and it's going to make you have to poop". "It is?" Cassie was suddenly a little alarmed. "Yes, later. You'll get this sudden urge and then you'll go to the bathroom and do a really big poop. But it's okay, it won't be painful or anything". "But what do you do if you're in a club, or- or a rave, or something? What if there's a queue for the bathroom?" "You have to try and hold it," said Lola with a shrug. "Sometimes people don't make it". "Have you ever... not..." "Once," admitted Lola, "I was at a festival and I'd taken two of these pills. I got really desperate to poop and I couldn't hold it. I had to walk back to the tent with a big lump in my panties!" Lola seemed to find that story hilarious now, but all Cassie could think was that it was a really good thing the bathroom was so close this evening. If she'd known that the pills would make her need to take a dump, it might have made her think twice about taking one so readily. She was starting to regret at least not snapping hers in half like Lola had ordered. Still, it was too late now. So she pushed it to the back of her mind as they carried on their drinking games, and soon her worries had vanished and she was laughing and smiling again. Only after the games had resumed did Lola realise that she'd had to pee back when Cassie had last went. She jumped up off the bed, took down her jeans and panties early and waddled like a duck to the bathroom. Cassie couldn't help bursting out laughing at the sight of it. "Don't laugh, I really have to go!" said Lola, holding her bare pussy. But underneath her exasperated tone, Cassie could tell that she was trying not to laugh, too. ———————————————————————— True to Lola's word, Cassie started feeling the effects of the pill around three quarters of an hour after taking them. She didn't even realise at first that it was kicking in, but it all started when she noticed that her speech had sped up. It was like listening to a YouTube video on 1.25x speed, which Cassie used to do to fit in more study when she was watching explanations before a big test. After that she couldn't stop picking up on other side effects- her eyes did feel twitchy, now, and her teeth had started grinding together gently. When she'd felt enough to be sure that she was getting high, Cassie asked Lola if the experience was mutual. "Yes, I'm coming up," Lola said, grinning, "are you?" "I'm pretty sure I am!" Cassie was beaming, too- she couldn't help it. "I love seeing my friends on their first high!" Lola exclaimed, "it's so much fun. Are you getting the- the jaw thing?" Cassie nodded. "And the lights, look at the lights". "The lights are off!" Lola fumbled with her phone for a moment and suddenly she was shining the bright flashlight at Cassie. It blew her away- somehow the light seemed twice as intense as usual. "And what are you feeling?" "The same as you," Lola said, "but not as much, yet, because I have a higher tolerance than you". "I never really thought about that," said Cassie, "does it really work that way?" Lola nodded and explained to Cassie that the side effects tended to get less pronounced the more a drug was taken, as the individual body got more and more used to a substance. Lola still got plenty high when she took these pills, she said, but it was never quite as intense as before. "Does that mean you won't have to shit, either? Is that only for first-timers?" "Oh, no, I always have to poop when I take drugs". Lola took the last swig of her glass, got up and crossed the room to get a refill. "I'll have to go soon. The last time I got high I almost pooped my pants on the way home. It was really desperate, Cassie". She poured herself the strongest drink yet- it seemed to be almost half vodka and half lemonade. Lola had to tread carefully when she bought it back to her bed, in case it overflowed and split. "Well, I don't have to go at all yet," Cassie remarked. She'd started to wonder about that in the last few minutes- it had been a while since they'd swallowed the pills, and still she didn't have to use the bathroom at all. Was it possible that she was somehow immune to that side effect?" "You will," Lola promised, "just wait and see. The need will hit you very suddenly and it will be very strong. It always happens when you're on the MD". "MD?" "That's what we took. Ecstasy is just a street name". Lola reached over to the edge of her bed and pulled out a half-full suitcase from underneath. Cassie didn't ask what she was doing- she just watched her roommate rummage through the suitcase until she came away clutching something round and clear. "I forgot I even had this!" she said, holding it up triumphantly. "This is perfect for tonight. Let me show you". Cassie had no idea what she was looking at- until Lola plugged it in. Suddenly the whole room lit up in different colours, red and blue and green and purple, all spinning across the walls. It was a disco light, the kind you got at nightclubs- at least, Cassie assumed you did. It turned out that the light had been a stroke of genius from Lola. The drugs had made light into a whole new world of sensory stimuli for Cassie, so she sat back on her bed and just watched the walls dance while Lola's music played in the background. Every colour felt alive, every beat felt meaningful. She'd never felt anything like this before. It was nothing like she'd expected drugs to be, and yet it was somehow simultaneously everything she'd expected drugs to be. The two of them carried on that way for a while longer, drinking and talking and enjoying the night. Cassie found herself in the middle of conversations more intimate than she'd ever had with anyone before- she didn't know how it happened, but suddenly she'd be telling Lola about her deepest insecurities, or about something bad she did ten years ago that she wished she could take back. Lola would nod and listen carefully, then give her opinion, or sometimes come over to Cassie's bed to give her a hug. In those moments Cassie felt closer than she'd felt to another human being since her childhood, before she grew distant from her parents. It was mesmerising. The only trouble was that her mind couldn't focus on one thing for very long, and soon another bizarre thought cropped up that forced Cassie to change topic altogether. "Uh, I haven't had to pee in ages," she said to Lola, "is that normal?" "Ay, it's normal," Lola said, "I haven't had to either. The drugs, they slow down your bladder. Later, you'll have to take the biggest piss of your life. It's going to feel so good!" On the subject of needing the bathroom, the sudden urge to poop that Lola had foretold picked that moment to make itself known all at once. And it was just as strong as Cassie had been warned, a wave that hit her stomach and told her brain she needed to get her trousers down and get on the toilet in double time. Cassie wasn't used to sudden urges. Her body was more likely to slowly build up a need over time until it was too desperate to ignore. The only feeling she knew that compared to this one was food poisoning. But she was listening to Lola telling a deeply personal story about her history with a guy she'd known in school, and Cassie had no intention of spoiling that by getting up to use the bathroom. She didn't want to offend Lola- and besides, she didn't want to leave the conversation, even for a few minutes. This was like no talk she'd ever had before and it was making her reconsider a lot of her perspectives. Suddenly all barriers were down; the two of them could say anything to each other with no fear or judgement or retribution. Cassie tried to readjust her position on the bed, hoping that it could be a way to make holding it in just a little easier. She brought up her heel, leg bent beneath the torso, and tucked it into the crack of her butt. That did only a little to ease the pressure, but it was better than nothing. She still had to squirm and wriggle in place to stop her bum from relaxing enough to let the heavy mess inside of her out. This was a very different kind of need from the one she'd felt that day Lola had walked in on her pooping, after their first week. Eventually Cassie's bowels won out over her mind, and she was forced to accept that a trip to the loo would be necessary. She felt bad when she cut off Lola in mid-sentence. "I'm sorry, Lola, but if I don't get to the toilet right now I think I'm gonna poo myself". That was no exaggeration, either. To her relief, Lola didn't mind being interrupted at all- on the contrary, she burst out laughing. "Go! Don't poop your pants. How long have you been holding it in?" "Too long," muttered Cassie as she stepped into the bathroom. This time, she didn't even have to think about leaving the door wide open- it came naturally. She pulled down her jeans and underwear and took a seat on the toilet, "Silly girl," tutted Lola, "hurry up, I think I need to do my poop now too". Cassie could feel a huge dump brewing inside her and fancied the idea of taking her time with it, but not if it meant making Lola uncomfortable. That was one thing she missed about having her own bathroom- being able to spend an hour pooping if she wanted to. From the early signs, this particular poop was going to be one of the biggest she'd produced in a long time. Though Cassie had always had something of a penchant for big loads, which she'd worked hard to keep private from as many people as possible, they were usually ones that came as the result of holding for a long time, or constipated poops that she had to really work to get out. This one was already stretching out her tight little hole, and she didn't even need to push at all. It felt so good she almost wanted to moan. Lola stood up and a pained expression hit her pretty face out of the blue. Red light swam across her features. "Forget what I just said. I definitely do need to poop, and right now". Her left hand reached behind her lower half. Cassie couldn't see from this angle, but she could make a good guess that her roommate was squeezing that toned butt of hers. It appeared that Lola's need to shit had come on even faster and stronger than Cassie's sudden urge. But there was only so much Cassie could do about it. She was grounded to the toilet by the colossal log that was now snaking out of her bum in a loose, doughy mess. It stretched so long that one tip had slid into the water soundlessly before the other end even left Cassie's butt. Poor Lola looked on the verge of an accident already. "Ay, please, hurry up," she pleaded, "I don't care if I do the poop in my pants, but I don't want to have to get changed". Wanting to help her friend, Cassie bore down and pushed just a little. A second log quickly followed with a splash, and she felt empty again. The only strange part was the sensation of defecating without any pee coming out. Cassie couldn't remember ever doing that before. She had an idea. "I'll stand up to wipe, so you can get on the toilet," she said hurriedly, leaving the bathroom and stepping back into the disco lighting of the main dorm. Lola did a loud fart as she rushed gratefully past, and soon she was the one sitting on the toilet and groaning in relief as her bowels evacuated noisily into the bowl. She really had been seconds away from filling her underwear, Cassie saw. "It's weird," said Lola while she took a dump. "What is?" Cassie was tearing off some toilet paper and trying to figure out how to wipe a particularly messy butt standing up. For the most part she was succeeding- but she was still falling some way short of the high standards she usually held herself to. "When we met you were too shy to let me see you on the toilet. Now we're shitting our guts out in front of each other and we don't even care". Cassie laughed. "That's true," she conceded, "but the drugs are definitely helping me there. I feel like I have no inhibitions". Lola's poop was even faster than Cassie's had been, and the Spanish girl was already giving her own arse a rough, rushed wipe when Cassie had to ask her to part her legs so she could throw some of the soiled toilet paper into the bowl. Her drunken throwing skills weren't great and she almost hit her friends coarse, black pubic hairs with a piece of scrunched up, damp, brown loo roll. Luckily that crisis was averted. Cassie wanted to ask Lola why she didn't shave her crotch, but the question hadn't come up yet. With an enormous poo now gone from each belly, both girls felt twice as high when they got back onto their beds and resumed the games. Cassie was having one of the best nights of her life- at least, now that her bowels felt empty again. ———————————————————————————— "Cassie, come here," said Lola, patting the section of bed next to her and grinning. Her pupils were the size of moons, Cassie noticed. They looked almost inhuman. There had been a time when Cassie would have found this a little disturbing, but right now she thought it was one of the coolest things she'd ever seen. She crossed from her bed to Lola's and sat beside her new friend. In Lola's left hand she held a very different little bag to the one they'd taken pills from earlier. In this one was a crushed-up white substance, which Lola was dipping a wetted finger into. She kept bringing the finger out and rubbing the white stuff onto her gums, smiling like a loon all the while. When Cassie came over, she got the same treatment. Lola didn't ask Cassie to rub it onto her own gums- she literally put her finger in Cassie's mouth and started moving it around. The taste was awful, but Cassie couldn't care less. She'd gone to places tonight that she'd never thought herself capable of and she wasn't ready for it to end yet. If there was anything that could help her chase that high she'd felt, she wanted it, and lots of it. So she let Lola rub the foul substance in her mouth and never once asked what it was. Whatever she'd just taken, it seemed to kick in after about ten minutes, and suddenly it was like the two of them had hit a second wave. All of the energy flooded back into their conversations and their bodies. Lola turned up her music. She'd switched at some point to some sort of drum and bass. Cassie had never treated the genre with anything less than the upmost contempt before, but for some reason, in that moment it sounded great to her untrained ears. They stayed on Lola's bed for a while, Cassie having no desire to get back to her own. It seemed that the Spanish girl had been telling the truth about the drugs making you want to touch other people. There was nothing sexual in it, but Cassie suddenly felt incredible hugging Lola, stroking her hair, being close to her. It felt so out of character for her... and yet so good. But from Lola's bed Cassie could see the toilet through the crack in the bathroom door, and that reminded her of something. "Tell me more about this piss thing," Cassie demanded, "how does it work again?" She didn't know why she was saying piss instead of pee, or wee, like usual. The drugs were giving her a potty mouth, apparently. Cassie had said just about every bad word she knew that night- usually as if it was nothing. Now her main curiosity was what would happen when the drugs finally wore off enough to let her bladder muscles pee again. Lola sat up a little straighter and went over the science again. Cassie had no idea if any of it was biologically accurate, but it sounded about right. "At the moment, your body isn't doing the things it normally does to tell you that you have to pee," Lola said, "the drugs are stopping that. But you're still drinking and your bladder, it's getting more and more full. Eventually that will all have to come out. It will be desperate. If we were out on the street when that happened, we would have to pee on the street. That's just how it works". "I've never been to the loo on the street," Cassie admitted. "Really?" Lola shook her head. "I'll have to show you". "In the meantime, it doesn't matter when we have to pee here, because we're here," pointed out Cassie. "We can just use the bathroom. It's five steps away from this bed". Lola shrugged. "True". She finished another strong drink, took Cassie's and finished that too before heading over to the kitchen to pour some more. Cassie guessed that she'd comfortably had more booze tonight than the rest of her life combined. Once she got back with two full glasses, Cassie had another question for Lola. “Aren’t drugs supposed to make you… you know… in the mood?” “The mood?” “The mood, you know, for sex and… stuff”. Lola frowned. “What, like horny?” Cassie nodded. Lola thought about it for a second. “Some drugs do”. “Does this one?” “Eh, not really. It makes you want to touch and to cuddle and maybe that can lead to the sex, but it’s not for that. There are drugs that can make you as randy as a rabbit, though. I’ve had a few”. That interested Cassie. "Really? What are they like?" "You really want to know?" Lola said, leaning in with a glint in her eyes. "Yes". "Well," Lola took a sip, enjoying dragging it out, "after a while you get very... wet. Then you start to want to touch yourself, and if you can resist you can go out and pick up a guy and do him for hours. You don't get tired. You just want to try everything". A part of Cassie's brain she hadn't known even existed thought that this sounded like a hell of a lot of fun. She made a note of that. "I'd like to try some of those," she said with a dry throat. "I have some". Cassie's eyes widened- she could have sworn she felt her nipples go hard. "Can I...?" "Ay, not tonight," Lola said, "they would be wasted here. We'll save them for next week, I'll take you clubbing, and hopefully you'll go home with a boy". "What about you?" "Hopefully I'll go home with someone, too," Lola said with a wink. "A boy?" She mused over this while she popped a piece of gum in her mouth. "Eh. Boy, girl, anything else. I don't care". Cassie didn't push the matter any further, mainly because the last round of whatever they were rubbing on their gums seemed to be kicking in, but her mind kept. coming back to these sex drugs. Coming to Uni, sex was one of the things she had secretly wanted to try out a few times, even if it was better to pretend it didn't matter to her. These pills Lola had described would be a perfect way to loosen herself up- literally. She assumed that she would stop thinking they were such a good idea once she'd sobered up a little. The next few hours flew by faster than Cassie could have believed. The two girls kept drinking, kept listening to music and watching the lights and sitting closer to each other than was probably normal. At one point Lola managed to connect their tiny TV to Netflix, and put on a film that neither of them ended up paying attention to, mainly because they never troubled to turn down the tunes from the phone. The room grew so hot that tops were doing nothing but basking them both in sweat, so they ended up sitting in just jeans and a bra each. Eventually the chewing gum was all out and so was the white powder in the bag. Cassie was struck by a strange kind of sadness when she first saw the sun start to come up. It signified the end of one of the best nights she'd ever had. She didn't know where the last few hours of the party had gone to, but the realisation that she was experiencing her first ever comedown wasn't a fun one. The only silver lining was that she still had so much more to explore in this world, now she'd had a taste. "Ay, dios mio," Lola gasped out of nowhere. "What's up?" "Remember when I said we would have to pee soon? Well, I need to fucking pee". Cassie looked up and saw that it was true. Lola had gone from chilling out on the bed to standing beside it with both hands in her crotch in just a few seconds. But the mention of pee had a bizarre effect: suddenly Cassie had to go, too, and it was all at once as desperate as she'd been for a long time. "Fuck! Me too. Good thing we're right by the toilet, yeah?" Lola laughed. "Yes, lucky me". Something came to Cassie then that she'd thought a few times that night, but never said out loud until now. "I wish I could be more like you," she told Lola". "What do you mean?" "When we first met I thought it was kind of weird how you could just pee with the door open, or pee in the shower, or poo yourself and not even care. But now I wish I could do that too. I think... it would be easier. If I wasn't so uptight about those things". "Well..." Lola began, tossing half of her hair over her left shoulder to get it out of her eyes again, "I could teach you". Cassie blinked. "You could?" "Yes, of course," she said, "why not? I learned to do it, you can too". "I guess that's true," said Cassie. She was fidgeting badly now. "Sure, okay, I'll do it. But can we please hurry up? I'm bursting". "Okay, me too. Alright," Lola waved an arm to indicate that Cassie should go into the bathroom first, "we'll start small. Have you ever been in a sink b "No, but there's a first time for everything". Cassie, almost completely uninhibited by this point, unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down around her thighs. Her underwear quickly followed, properly exposing her hairless pussy in front of Lola for the first time. If Lola was paying any attention to her roommate's slit, though, she certainly didn't give herself away. She just laughed as Cassie waddled towards the bathroom sink and lined herself up to let rip. But one big problem quickly became obvious. "Shit, I'm way too short," she hissed, "fuck, I'm gonna have to use the toilet or I'll piss all over the floor". "Wait!" Lola came up behind Cassie, wrapped surprisingly strong arms around the shorter girl's waist and lifted her up. She only went a few inches off the ground, but that was all it took. Suddenly Cassie's bladder gave out and she started pissing full-force into what had previously been a pristine white bathroom sink. A string of swear words came out of Cassie's mouth, relief overwhelming her. Even over the music she could hear the pee tinkling against the porcelain so clearly that it was almost musical in itself. Cassie had never urinated standing up before. She wasn't prepared for the way her pee sprayed in every direction, some completely missing the sink altogether. "Hurry up, Cassie, I'm desperate," Lola moaned, readjusting her grip. But just as Lola had warned, Cassie was nowhere near done yet. She must have had a bladder far fuller than ever before. "I'm trying! There's so much!" Cassie bore down for a second, hoping to speed up her stream. The problem was that she still had some shit left in her colon, which almost slipped out of her and into her underwear at precisely the wrong time. Even dry, the denim against Cassie's bare, slightly hairy butt felt odd. But there were few words to properly describe the sensation of them suddenly turning from bone dry to soaking wet in an instant. Lola wasn't simply wetting herself- she was flooding her pants, exploding all in one instant. "Ah, okay, no rush," Lola said after a while. She was still lifting Cassie, to her credit, but all semblance of bladder control was completely absent from both women now. They lulled into a peaceful silence and both finished pissing: Cassie into the sink, happily watching her pee gurgle down the drain and disappear, and Lola in her jeans. She seemed completely unfazed by the fact that she'd just wet herself only a few feet from the toilet- which Cassie supposed made sense given the Spanish girl's history with accidents. When Lola eventually put Carrie back down, after the latter had run her reserve dry, Cassie's feet landed in a warm puddle on the bathroom floor. A glance around told her that Lola had flooded the whole place, and it was slowly flowing towards the drain in the middle of the room. "Okay, that felt good," Lola admitted, "but you're going to have to pee a lot in the next day or so. And poop too. It's just your body trying to get back to normal, so don't worry, yeah?" Cassie nodded, though she felt a bit concerned. "How much is a lot?" Lola thought about it for a second. "Every half an hour or so you might need to pee, I think. And poop, I don't know, maybe three or four times tomorrow?" "That doesn't sound so bad". Cassie got a good look at Lola, who was completely drenched from the waist down. She could no longer remember what shade of blue that denim was supposed to be. The Spanish girl took one look at the shower and sighed. "I really should shower, just to get the pee off my legs," she said, "but what is it you say in England? I can't be fucked?" Cassie laughed. "That's the one," she said. Her butt was damp and sticky from Lola's accident, too. "I can't be fucked to shower either. Should we just go to bed?" "That sounds perfect," Lola agreed. They headed back into the room, where Lola promptly started to strip naked. It caught Cassie by surprise at first- Lola's tits were bouncing once the bra was off, and both nipples stood proud and erect. It hit her then that she'd never seen another human being completely naked before, except ones she was related to. But then, when Cassie thought about it, it didn't seem so weird after all. Lola had just seen Cassie's pussy, Cassie had already seen Lola's, and they'd spent the last few hours with nothing on but bras and jeans. This wasn't much more of a step. So Cassie decided to follow Lola's lead. She didn't have the same confidence in her body that Lola had, but today it didn't seem to matter much at all. Today it was just nice to feel close to someone. She left all of her clothes in a pile next to Lola's and climbed, naked and damp from sweat and piss, into bed. The last thing she remembered from her night of drugs and booze was Lola pushing out a giant fart, making Cassie laugh before she quickly fell asleep. —————————————————————————————— Cassie woke up in the middle of a dream she couldn't remember. The room was silent; only muffled traffic from outside soundtracked the morning. It was bright in the room- as bright as could be with the blinds pulled shut, and still light enough that Cassie could see around the place well. The first thing she felt was what she assumed was the hangover she'd heard about. Her head ached, her belly hurt, her legs were sore. She'd woken up with the flu before and felt better. It wasn't her favourite part of the weekend so far, to put it mildly. Only bits and pieces of the night before still floated around in her memory. She could remember everything before they'd started drinking but only patches from after. The taste of the powder was still on her gums, but she couldn't picture actually rubbing it there. It felt like she'd been watching a movie and only half paying attention, missing huge parts at a time and being left to piece together the rest of the story. She was like a detective, trying to figure out how she'd ended up naked in bed. She certainly didn't remember taking her clothes off. Was she fully naked? Cassie moved her hands from her chest and felt her crotch, just to make sure she hadn't got underwear on. She found her pussy soaking wet. Her fingers recoiled, shocked at the cold, damp impact. When she forced herself to feel again, it only confirmed the first report: not only was she wet, her whole bed was soaked. Around her bum, lower back and thighs, a dark wet patch spread out across the sheet, turning cream into deep beige. Everything between her hips and her knees seemed to be covered in cold, sticky fluid. She peeked at her hand, thinking it was maybe possible that she'd just had a very heavy period, and swore when the fingers came away colourless. There was only one logical explanation for it. Cassie couldn't believe it at first, but the only thing that made any sense was that she had wet the bed. She could feel her face flushing with shame. Cassie simply wasn't a person who had accidents. She'd known throughout her night with Lola that it was possible she would have some close calls, and she remembered almost losing control before finding relief in the sink, but waking up sober in the cold light of day to find that she'd wet the bed was something else entirely. Cassie groaned. She didn't feel like getting up at all, ideally not for a long time, and yet she knew that she had to clean up the mess she'd made. She could smell it, too, stale but undeniably pee. Just as Cassie was about to get up, throw on some pyjamas and carry her bedsheets to the laundry room, she heard a noise coming from Lola's bed. She turned to check it out- from her pillow she could get a good view of Lola, without lifting her head, thankfully. It took Cassie a while to figure out what she was hearing. Lola was clearly asleep, but the noise was coming from her. She wasn't sleep-talking, or moaning as if she was having a sex dream. Then Cassie put her finger on it- her roommate was grunting. Not grunting like an animal, or like Cassie's dad often did when he was pissed off. These were sounds that Cassie had heard Lola make before, starting with their very first meeting. This was the noise Lola made when she was pushing out a poop. It took Cassie completely by surprise to realise that her friend was shitting the bed. She wondered if she should wake Lola up, but before she could act the grunting stopped and the unmistakable earthy scent filled the room. It was too late. And Cassie figured that if Lola had already had an accident, there wasn't much point in interrupting her sleep yet. Hell, all Cassie wanted to do was to roll over and go back to sleep herself. But first she needed to change her bedsheets. And before that there was an even more pressing matter to consider: she had to pee again, and badly. Lola hadn't been kidding when she'd warned that drugs and booze would lead to a lot of toilet visits the next day. Cassie climbed out of bed, suddenly more self-conscious about her nakedness again. She was grateful that Lola was asleep, because Cassie's need to urinate was too strong to allow her time to pull any clothes on before she rushed to the loo and sat down. She started to piss almost straight away, hunched over with her elbows resting on her thighs. Hair hung over her face and her belly, which wasn't exactly going to get any smaller on the back of last night, was sticking out, shielding most of her privates from view. Cassie closed her eyes in the hopes it would calm her head a little. She peed for half a minute and then started wiping. For good measure, she tried one sheet of paper across her butthole. It came away a little brown. When she'd flushed, Cassie stood up on shaky feet again and took a look at herself in the mirror. It wasn't a pretty sight, even as someone who didn't much care for her appearance. When she re-entered the bedroom, trying to gear herself up for the unenviable task of stripping the bed and getting them in the wash without being seen, Cassie was surprised to see Lola awake. Lola looked remarkably pretty even in this state, but it was still easily the most dishevelled Cassie had ever seen her roommate. She had wide, sleepy eyes with purple bags underneath, and her hair was a mess, sticking out in no logical way. Lola sat up in bed, her top half completely exposed- her breasts seemed less perky and heavier, for some reason, and her nipples had lost all the stiffness of last night. She was stifling a yawn when she saw Cassie. "Good morning," she said, "what time is it?" "I don't know," Cassie admitted. "Late. Probably nearly midday by now, or worse". Lola rubbed her eyes, then tilted her head. She seemed to be staring at Cassie's pussy, which made her only slightly less uncomfortable than it would have a few days ago. "Cassie, why are your legs all wet?" she asked. Cassie froze. She tried to think of a plausible lie, but when one didn't come up she decided not to bother trying to hide it from Lola. After what they'd shared the night before, it wasn't like they had a reason to still be shy with one another. "Well," she confessed, "I kind of... wet the bed last night". Lola's reaction wasn't at all what Cassie would have expected. She shrugged, waved a lazy hand in front of her in dismissal and said, "ah, no big deal. I wet mine too. And I pooped in it, too". She seemed remarkably calm for a woman who had just ruined her sheets. Cassie clearly didn't have the same experience in soiling herself that Lola boasted, but she would still have expected a little more urgency, or some embarrassment. She didn't think she'd ever meet a woman whose response to waking up wet would be to shrug it off, but then she'd never met anyone like Lola before. "Well, I did think you were... you know... pooing, in the bed. It was only a few minutes ago, and you were," she paused, "well, you were grunting, and I thought you were pushing it out in your sleep. Sorry if you'd rather I woke you up, I thought it was better to let you sleep". "No, you did the right thing. I don't respond very well to being woken up when I've had a late night," Lola said with a laugh, "and I don't know what would happen if you woke me up while I was pooping in the bed. It probably wouldn't have been fun". Even for Lola, it was strange to hear someone talking about this so casually. Cassie had to ask why. "How come you don't seem bothered about this?" she said, sitting down on the edge of her bed, being very careful not to touch any of the wet, cold patch she'd left while she slept. "I was nowhere near as calm as you when I woke up and found out I'd... you know". "I'm not bothered by it because it happens all the time," Lola said, "when I get really drunk or really high, usually, I wet the bed that night. A lot of the time I poop too. It's normal". "Is it?" Cassie asked dubiously. "Of course. I know I'm not the only one. Loads of my friends say the same thing. We used to have drunk sleepovers and sometimes all of us would wake up in wet beds. Really, Cassie, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It happens to a lot of girls". That was brand new information to Cassie. She'd heard of women having instances of nocturnal incontinence when they were under the influence of a lot of alcohol, but for it to happen on the regular to the same woman? Even to a whole group of friends? That didn't line up with what she'd been told before. And they hadn't even been that drunk last night, not when compared to how sloshed she knew Lola could get when she wanted to. "So, are you gonna get up and change your sheets?" she asked. Lola didn't even think about it for a second. "No". Cassie frowned. "Why not?" "I don't feel like getting up," she explained, "I'm tired and I'm comfy and I'm hungover. This way is so much more convenient". "Convenient how?" "Because next time I have to use the bathroom, I can just do it here. I don't have to get up. It's easy". This was the most shocking bit of news yet to Cassie. It was one thing to have an accident while asleep, but to then voluntarily soil yourself again, just because you didn't want to get out of bed? She'd never have thought that of anyone, not even of Lola. "I don't know, Lola," she said, "that seems kind of extreme. Even for you". "Oh, come on, it's no big deal," Lola said, "look- I still have to pee a little". She paused for a moment, then looked up at Cassie and flashed a cheeky smile. "And I just did it!" "Seriously? Right now?" Lola nodded enthusiastically. "So quick and easy! And I didn't have to move a muscle," she said, "it feels kind of good, too, to be honest". For her part, Cassie couldn't imagine peeing her bed on purpose ever feeling good. She'd matured too much in the last few weeks to feel disgusted by Lola's unconventional bathroom habits anymore, but this seemed like a step too far. So she stood up and turned back to her own bed, ready to strip off the sheets and put on fresh ones so that she could go back to sleep. Cassie must have stood up a little too fast, though, because her head started to spin once she was on her feet. Her belly cramped again, more painfully than before. For a long moment she was sure she was going to be sick. Then the wave passed, but Cassie was still left feeling terrible. Lola took one look at the discomfort on Cassie's face and sighed. "Cassie, come on," she said, "you're hungover. You need to get back into bed and sleep it off. The cold of the pee isn't so bad once you get used to it". That all sounded sorely tempting to Cassie, but she knew she had to protest. "No, I can't go back to sleep. I'll need the loo again soon, I have to be up..." "So what if you have to use the bathroom? The sheets are ruined already. If you go in your sleep, you go in your sleep. If you have to go when you wake up, you can do that too, or just go in your bed like I did". When she put it like that, it was hard for Cassie to find a reason to argue. So she stopped resisting. With a resigned groan, her naked body climbed back into bed and pulled the duvet back up over her. Lola had been right about one thing: the cold of her piss did stop feeling bad after a while, and it was far nicer being in here than out there. Exhaustion reclaimed Cassie and she quickly fell asleep again. ——————————————————— Not for the first time since moving in, Cassie was woken up by a serious pain in her bladder. She had to piss badly, and already her legs were crossing tightly in an effort to help her hold it in. Already the desperation was almost as bad as it had been the night before, just before she'd emptied her bladder into the sink. She still remembered how strange her bare bum had felt being held against Lola's denim crotch. Now this was nearly as urgent, except she wasn't going to go in the sink. She tried to push herself up on one elbow, hoping to make it to the toilet... and then had another idea. As strange as what Lola had said about going in the bed had been, it seemed to make plenty of sense to Cassie now. After all, the sheets really were already in need of a serious wash. What harm could a little more mess do? So she spread her legs a little and gave the pee permission to come out. Even then, it took a little while, as her body resisted the urge. It was ironic to her that her brain had had no problems accidentally soaking the entire bed while she'd been asleep the night before, and now it seemed unable to produce even a tiny dribble. But with a little pushing and a little patience, Cassie felt something she'd never felt before in her life- a squirt of fresh pee dripping out of her pussy, down her labia and onto her own bed. This was going to take some getting used to, thought Cassie as she began picking up speed in the flow, but already she was starting to see why Lola liked it so much. ——————————————————————————————————————— Cassie would never have guessed that she would spend so little of her first few months at university studying, but rooming with Lola had given her a different perspective on life. Now things weren't just about good grades; she would always look forward to going out at the weekends (or sometimes weekdays, if the prices were good), and those nights where she got to hang out with her roommate and just enjoy herself. But she hadn't completely lost the old Cassie, so on the evening before Halloween she was sitting cross-legged on her bed, flicking through a textbook and trying to memorise the details. Assessments were in six weeks. She didn't fancy failing them. The only distraction was that she was starting to really need a piss. Ordinarily Cassie would have simply gotten up and headed to the bathroom not six feet away from her bed, but Lola was getting ready for a party in there. And, as much as peeing in front of each other had long since shed the taboo, Cassie still reserved it for emergencies or when she was drunk. Besides, she still had a few pages of the chapter to finish, and she was determined to get through them before she sought out relief. She couldn't stand taking breaks from studying just to use the bathroom. When Lola stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a towel but dripping from head to foot, Cassie couldn't help but feel jealous as usual. The Spaniard was a gorgeous woman- maybe not perfect, but still beautiful. She was a far cry from Cassie's podgier form and uneven boobs. Cassie crossed her legs, aware that she was going to have to get up and pee soon whether she finished the chapter or not. One of her eyes watched Lola getting dressed. She didn't blink when Lola dropped her towel. Cassie had seen it all before, and it wasn't like she was attracted to her flatmate anyway. But then she went to her underwear draw and picked out something that Cassie certainly hadn't seen before: a black g-string that seemed to have barely enough fabric to cover any woman's crotch, let alone Lola's, which had always stuck out awkwardly. When she pulled it on, Cassie saw that the material was close to see-through. "Wow". "What?" "Where did you get that? I've never seen it before," Cassie said. Lola beamed. "I save it for special occasions. Nights when I want to look cute". "Ah". Cassie knew that her roommate had been looking forward to tonight all week. There was a guy at the party she was into, with some Spanish name Cassie had forgotten. Lola couldn't stop talking about it- and not because she thought he was boyfriend material. To put it mildly, Lola had been going through a dry patch. Her exact words had been 'I think my virginity is going to grow back', which Cassie doubted. It was just that Lola, apparently, was a very sexual being, and she hadn't been coping well with suddenly finding herself unable to find a partner. "I swear, I'll explode if I don't find someone tonight. I haven't been this long without sex in years". Cassie raised an eyebrow. "How long has it been?" "Three weeks," said Lola nonchalantly, "which is two weeks too long. He'd better be up for it tonight. I really need it". Though she wouldn't say it out loud, Lola's horniness was even starting to rub off on Cassie. She'd been thinking about coming along to one of these parties soon and seeing who she could pick up herself. There was one to mark Halloween tomorrow, and Cassie didn't want to go out tonight or she'd run out of money for the month before the big night. Lola didn't seem to have that issue. She said that she didn't usually pay for her own drinks. "Okay, remember to take a crap before you leave," said Cassie once her friend was dressed, "we don't want a repeat of last time". The last time Lola had gone out without Cassie had been a disaster. The girl had shit her pants and come back hours early to get changed, clearly drunk, slurring that she would put on some fresh underwear and go back to the party and then promptly passing out on her bed fully dressed. But Lola just smirked. "I don't need to take a crap," she informed Cassie, "I'm not a baby. Thank you for your concern, though". She finished checking her make-up in the mirror, slung a scarf over her shoulder and went out into the hall. Cassie went back to studying- it was only a few more pages before she could finally get up and pee. She squeezed her thighs together a little tighter and kept reading. ——————————————————————————————————— It had long since been dark and cold outside by the time Lola finally returned to the dorm, but that was still several hours earlier than she'd told Cassie to expect. The heater in their room was turned on, but it only had two settings: off and furnace. A few hours after Cassie had given into the chill and flicked on their radiator, the place was like an oven, and Cassie was already starting to sweat. By now the sounds of cars honking outside had grown less frequent and eventually died out, just the way she liked it. Cassie was in the middle of a greatly needed wank when her roommate got home. She liked to take her time to get warmed up, so while they both still sometimes got themselves off while the other person was in the room, Cassie liked to wait until she had the place to herself before she got started. The conditions were exactly the way she wanted them- silent, in an empty room, with nothing but the sound of the covers rustling and her own deep breathing to indicate that anything was alive in there at all. With the duvet down around her waist to keep her boobs somewhat cool, Cassie was finally getting closer to the glorious moment she'd been waiting for most of the week. Her fingers moved around her pussy in frantic circles, pressing harder and harder on the clit. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, jaw clenched- And then the sound of a key in the lock cut stopped her in her tracks. She grabbed her sheet and yanked it back over her chest, orgasm all but forgotten. Seconds later a rectangle of light was flooding in from the hall and Lola walked in, very clearly drunk. It took Cassie all of five seconds to piece together exactly what happened, just as soon as Lola turned around enough to make the bulge in the back of her pants clearly visible. "Lola," she whispered, and her roommate jumped just as suddenly as Cassie had when she'd heard herself being walked in on. "Hi," Lola said sheepishly, "I got bored at the party". Cassie knew that Lola wasn't ashamed of shitting in her pants- she was just too stubborn to admit that Cassie had been right when she'd advised her friend to use the bathroom before leaving. "Lola, I can see the bulge in your bum," Cassie said, stifling a yawn. Lola huffed. "Fine, I pooped in my pants". She kicked off her shoes and crossed the room, and soon the bathroom light whirred into life over Cassie's shoulder. "Why didn't you go when I told you to?" "Because I didn't need to go then!" Cassie heard the zipper of Lola's dress coming undone, then fabric falling to a firm floor. "I only got desperate after we started the drinking, and there was a queue for the bathroom. Oh, and when it happened, I was just about to get this guy to take me up to his room. So I'm still as horny as a horny toad". That gave Cassie a little more sympathy. She sat up in bed again, this time letting the blankets fall away and expose her boobs. The left had always been a little bigger, but with Lola she'd stopped worrying about them too much. Her roommate was standing in the bathroom in a G-string packed with poop, trying to carefully peel it off her legs. As free as Lola had always been with her bodily functions, the woman had her limits, and apparently letting her shit smear down her legs was one of them. She stood with one leg on either side of the toilet, gradually lowering the waistband until she finally managed to upturn the gusset and dump her dump into the toilet bowl. The splash was so loud that Cassie wouldn't have been surprised if some water had gotten into the Spanish girl's bush. Then she wiped with toilet paper, complaining to herself about how it was too late to shower. It took a long time before Lola was clean enough to be satisfied. Cassie watched all this without saying a word. She said goodnight to Cassie and climbed back into bed, and Cassie lay down to get to sleep too. Her crotch was still soaking. She tried to revive the wank silently, but the spark had died out. So she faced the wall, as she always did at night, and listened to the two women breathing, waiting for sleep to take her. A long time passed in which nothing happened and nobody moved. Then, just as she thought she was finally drifting off, Lola said, "I'm sorry, Cassie, but I need to cum. This tension is too much. I can't sleep". Cassie was surprised it had taken so long. "Knock yourself out," she said with a yawn, knowing that her friend hadn't really been asking for permission. She knew how powerful Lola's sex drive could get. When she really, really had to finish, she would do it. One night Lola had brought herself off in the bathroom of a pub, and then told Cassie the details with a grin later. Soon Cassie could hear an unmistakable squelching, which she recognised well by now as the sound of Lola's labia rubbing together when she was really wet. Cassie never made that much noise- smaller lips, she supposed. Seconds later she heard Lola tossing the duvet out of the way. It landed on the floor with a noise just like the dress earlier, and the towel on the carpet before that. There was one other way in which the two were polar opposites: Lola liked to moan while she touched herself. She moaned loudly. Cassie had never been vocal in pleasure, save for the odd squeak or whimper if something felt really good. But when Lola was having fun in the bedroom, she made sure that everyone in hearing range knew about it. Masturbation was, with a few exceptions, the only time that Cassie ever heard her roommate speak Spanish. More specifically, she swore in Spanish. Cassie knew they were swear words because Lola had taught her one night, to explain exactly what she was screaming when she came. Lola struck a high, long note, and Cassie knew that the moment had arrived. She knew that the people next door would assume someone was getting laid hard in their room. When she'd finished, Cassie was left alone with just panting coming from the other bed. Soon it became deep breathing. Then it was silence. Then it was snoring. Cassie got out of bed, turned off the heater and draped Lola's duvet over the sleeping girl again. She knew there was a good chance that Lola would wet the bed. She hadn't gone to the toilet before she fell asleep, which usually meant a soaked sheet in the morning. But Cassie didn't mind. She had other things to think about. Like how, with Lola fast asleep, she could get the relief she wanted- and be as loud as she pleased.
  2. Chloe had always had a stoic confidence about her. The 26-year-old PHD student had excelled academically, and was beyond proud of her PHD placement at one of the UK’s top universities. Although her toned and athletic body, modest yet perky breasts, and striking red hair meant she’d never had any issues attracting plenty of male (and the occasional female) suitors, aside from the odd one-night stand to satisfy a primal urge, she found her strongest fulfilments came from her studies. Rarely wanting for a romantic partner, she was content with her modest social life. She was well liked without being popular; never aggressive, although you knew not to mess with her. If Chloe was to be summed up in a word, it would be ‘determined’. She was always willing to take on the hardest academic challenges or push through the pain barrier to smash her 5K PB. She relished the rush of achieving her end goal despite the difficulty of the challenge before her. But one mild evening in late April, Chloe did not feel that familiar excitement around her current challenge. She was consumed by an acute apprehension, one that she feared was not all that far away from sheer panic. Her heart was racing, her brow was furrowed in effort, and her knees were locked together. She hadn’t paid attention to the detailed ramblings of her Modernism lecturer at the front of the class for some time now, as her mind was preoccupied with one, solitary thought. Fuck. I really. Really. Need to pee. The feeling of a full bladder was not one that was foreign to Chloe; getting lost in late night library sessions exploring 18th century gothic literature often led her to forget about her bodily needs until they became more pressing. The difference with those situations, however, is that her study time was exactly that - hers. She was comfortable waiting until a late dash was necessary when the only person’s time she was wasting was her own; but in front of a room full of class mates, plus her wispy-haired and kind hearted senior professor? That was totally out of the question. This decision to remain seated was compounded by her fierce competitiveness; there was no way, with just 10 minutes left of the lecture, that she was going to display her weakness so obtusely. She brushed her hair out of her eyes to continue to steal glances at the old analogue clock on the wall, the metronomic ticking being the only thing she could focus on. She stared longingly at the now-empty bottle of water sat on her desk, cursing her lack of foresight. She hadn’t considered that the rising temperatures of that spring afternoon had caused her to drink more than she normally would, and she was now feeling the disastrous consequences that had on her bladder. She had no choice but to steel herself for the home stretch of this lecture. The sound of the clock became almost hypnotic. Her newfound trance-like state produced an emotional numbness, which was a pleasant relief from the very real discomfort she could feel building within her. This was only temporary though, until she was jarringly reminded of her surroundings. “Chloe, what did you make of this passage?” The sudden pressure to respond to the swathes of eyes now facing her made her jump and involuntarily squeeze her thighs together. Doing her utmost to keep her voice steady, she mumbled a vague answer about modernism and the transience of capitalist life, and was relieved to see her lecturer give a curt nod before carrying on with her monologue. She breathed an internal sigh of relief as she snatched a glance at the clock, now suddenly hyper aware of her now very desperate need. 3 minutes. I can do this. She willed to herself, ignoring the growing self-doubt she had in her own affirmation. She knew her dorm was only a short 5-minute walk across the campus. Once she was there she was home and dry. Well, she knew she’d eventually make it home, but truth be told she didn’t have 100% confidence in the latter part of her statement. Her need now had risen to well beyond the point of any of her squirmy library sessions. The bulge of her bladder was cutting into the waistband of her skirt. Her untucking of her tight buttoned shirt had done little to ease the near-unbearable pressure within her. It was almost like she could feel her urethra beginning to be filled before stoic clenching helped her regain a modicum of safety. Her hands were resting on her locked knees, often twitching to grab between her legs before the rational side of her chastised her for even suggesting such a move in public. Seeking a pragmatic solution, as she always would, she decided to make a start on packing her tote bag before the lecture finished. She made every movement as deliberate and considered as possible to avoid any unnecessary stress to her lower abdomen. This method was a success, until a wayward elbow nearly knocked her heavy anthology book off the desk. Instinctively, she lurched over to grab the dropping book, not realising the consequences this would have. A single, solitary drop of piss begin travelling down her urethra, and leaked through her tightly clenched lips, staining her red panties. Audibly gasping, Chloe had no choice but to bury her painted fingers tightly into her crotch. Along with the relief that she had suppressed that first leak and the shame that she had displayed this first act of public weakness, she was greeted with the last sensation she expected to feel in this moment—a jolt of electricity that shot up her clit. Having bowed her head and clenched her eyes shut in effort to hold onto the rogue spurt, Chloe sat in bewilderment at this sensation. Quickly snapping back to reality, she opened her eyes and hurriedly scanned to see if her first slip in composure had been noticed by anyone. Luckily, her seat at the back of the theater meant all eyes were on the lecturer, who was now concluding her talks. Her relative privacy gave her a second to compose herself. You didn’t enjoy it. You’re not turned on right now. Don’t be stupid, Chlo. You’re just…confused. Panicked and confused She struggled to pick out her internal dialogue amongst the rising levels of anxiety growing in her mind. In a time where she desperately needed her body and mind to work in unison, the novel emotional dilemma she was experiencing was the last thing she needed if she was going to make it home dry-ish. No one noticed though. You could always just- She didn’t have time to complete that thought, before another leak found its way through her weakening defenses, definitely longer that before. If the last one was considered a drop, then the athletic academic had definitely produced what could be described as a dribble this time. This required another vice-like grip to be placed on her crotch through her skirt, with Chloe now acknowledging that the time for decency had long-since gone. Her raised heart rate and shallowed breathing were more telltale signs of the internal conflict growing within her. Knowing every second spent on trying to understand these feelings was another closer to an utter loss of control, she swung her tote bag over her right shoulder, begrudgingly removed her hand from between her thighs, and steeled herself as she stood up. Hsss Fuck Time seemed to freeze as she almost doubled over from the pain, slamming her right thigh over her left as she lurched towards the ground. Chloe could hear an audible gush shoot out of her for over a second, quickly being absorbed by her now soaked panties. She could feel the liquid trickling across her aching and tiring lips, only teasing her further in her current state. I…can make it. I know I can make it. I’ve got to make it. Her mind had now settled on the single issue of making it home as fast as her tortured body could allow. Doing everything she could to not writhe in desperation, she began at crawling pace to tip toe out of the lecture hall into the mild evening air. The supposed 5-minute journey to her dorm had not factored in the measures Chloe had to take to prevent wetting herself. She dared not open her thighs more than she needed to, as it felt like the pressure placed on her pee-hole was all that separated the contents of her bladder from the concrete below. Shuffling one foot in front of the other was making for painstaking progress She would have been concerned about how she looked to an onlooker if she had the mental capacity to think of anything but the discomfort her need was causing her. Every fibre in her body was forcing her twitching hands to stay balled in fists by her sides, fighting the temptation to cup her now-twitching pussy to help her hold. She was blind in pain, panic, and…another third feeling she didn’t want to admit to herself. Trying to understand these new sensations lead to a short, but critical, lapse in concentration, as she stepped on an uneven paving slab ahead of her. She lost another spurt as she froze in place, legs crossed. She felt the first droplet slide down her thighs, and although she knew they wouldn’t be visible to a passerby, it was a sign of the inevitable to Chloe. The pressure above her crotch was now unbearable, and, despite her accommodation building being no more than 100m away, the brief moments of weakness had given her a taste of relief that was now becoming too strong to ignore. Her breathing became rapid and irregular as she could feel her heart banging in her ears, the pain now white-hot between her legs. This mature, 26-year-old academic, quivering in primal desperation, felt her legs glued to the floor. I’m not going to make it. Her locked and trembling thighs tensed as much as they could as her weary muscles began to fail. She felt a faint warmness permeate the searing pain in her bladder. Despite every internal alarm bell screaming for her to hold on, she felt her control begin to wither. Slowly, but terrifyingly surely, she felt her grip on her bodily functions loosen as piss began making its way through her urethra. This was the end. She was going to piss right then and there. She was humiliated already – she didn’t know how she was going to cope when everyone saw her, a grown woman, have an accident. Through a blur of tears that were now falling down her face, she scanned to see her how big the audience would be to her humiliation. That’s when she saw it. One makes irrational decisions when under pressure, when stressed. To Chloe actively leaking piss into her underwear in the middle of her university campus, it’s completely conceivable that some grass in the middle of a university quod could look like a toilet when the alternative is to have an accident in the middle of the path. With one, final, effort, Chloe diverted all her physical energy to leaping onto the grass, before sinking to her knees in defeat. She didn't even have to relax before her pent-up piss came exploding out of her. In her heightened sense of panic, the hissing rush that was pouring out of her tired lips, spreading over her clit, and drenching the ground below was deafening. She could physically feel the bulge on her belly deflate as she sunk her head lower into relief. Her panties were ruined, she knew that, but the relief she felt was euphoric, it was intoxicating, it was, it was.. Oh my god. I’m going to cum Orgasmic. The world around her went black as she felt her heart rate crescendo once again, the constant pressure of her piss jetting into her panties was a level of stimulation she’d never felt before. She couldn’t help but slide one heel to settle just into her crotch, gyrating her hips to maximise the sensation. In an act of horny foolishness, she took her right hand and pressed on her bladder, increasing the speed of the stream coming from between her legs into a torrent. That was too much for the teased and tired girl, as electricity exploded from her clitoris. She had to take her free left hand and cover her mouth to stop herself screaming in climactic joy. No man, woman, or toy had ever given her the bliss that she had felt in the last 30 seconds. She'd reached a climactic nirvana that opened her eyes to what a true orgasm could be, what a true orgasm should be. She couldn't help but feel disappointment as she felt her stream begin to dry down from a torrent, to a flood, to a stream, to a dribble, until, finally, her bladder was empty. Being freed of her urinary urge allowed her to snap back to a relative reality. Regaining control over her breathing, she scanned the area around her once again, expecting to be greeted with swathes of her peers jeering at her for having an accident like a little girl. To her confusion, however, life was continuing as normal. Passers-by were walking past as if nothing had happened. A snatched glance down at her waist revealed an fortunate piece of genius from her – her skirt had fallen in such a way that her stream poured directly into the grass below, hiding her accident from the outside world. She had survived what could have been the most embarrassing moment of her life, save for a soaking and sticky pair of ruined panties. Holy fuck. I just pissed myself… Scanning the area one more time and checking the puddle of evidence wasn’t too noticeable, she gingerly rose to her feet, still reeling from the earth-shattering orgasm she’d had. I Just pissed myself…and I fucking loved it. ### Hi guys 😊, Veeeery long term user of omo.org here. Always had the urge to be more active on this site, but randomly got hit with a burst of creativity over the past couple of days. The fics of self-discovery have always been a favourite of mine, and I don’t feel that they’re a genre explored often enough on this site, at least in fiction form, despite it being such a universal experience for so many of us. This ‘use of public grass space as an emergency toilet’ fantasy has been a fantasy of mine for a while too, so couldn’t think of any better topic for my first ever proper contribution to this site despite being a viewer for almost 10 years. This is the first piece of creative writing I’ve done since I left school, so please don’t hesitate to give me feedback positive or negative. If this gets enough eyes, I’d definitely consider continuing Chloe’s wet adventures into her own self-discovery. Hope you enjoy! My DM’s are always open on this site or Twitter (Michyman442), so don’t hesitate in reaching out – I’m always on the lookout for Omo friends. Happy holding, J P.S. Thank you to my ‘editor’…you know who you are 😉
  3. (Haven’t posted in ages. This one is inspired by the first personal statement prompt on Common Application (the application system for US universities). The word limit is 650 words - yeah I know that sucks. FYI I’d toiled through the entire process of applying to US universities as an international student but did not succeed much in the end. Currently studying in the UK at a university I like a lot. Anyway I still think Common App deserves a bit of contribution from omo, and/or vice versa. Friendly reminder: *actually* writing about such topics in application essays is not recommended.) “Some students have a background, identity, interest or talent that is so meaningful they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story.” I come with labels, just like anyone else; the kind discussed in the “social labeling” chapter in your sociology textbook. An impressive public speaker, a dictionary fanatic, an avid writer who records every thought as it comes - these are some of them, and so are depression, Aspie, and omorashi enthusiast. Yep, an omorashi enthusiast. Mixed among my other labels is this obscure parcel. Heavy, poorly-wrapped, delivered to my front steps on some random evening. In it lay a nice collection of fantasies, holding sessions, temporary relief, and prolonged guilt, shame, fear, penitence. It hopped onto my back and burdened me day and night, straining me, draining me, sucking up my self-esteem, if there remained any. What stopped me from coming out? Labels. Flip a few pages in your sociology textbook, and “social stigma” follows right after “social labeling”. Go to the wide internet and it would not take long for you to figure out what the labels associated with omorashi are. Attention-seeking behaviour. Headless shenanigans. Crazy acts of crazy people. “Disgusting”. Sticks and stones do not hurt. Words do. I stood at the entrance of this tunnel knowing there was light on the other end, yet the tunnel was too long, dimming the possibility of taking one step towards salvation. I craved for a candle desperately but all the tunnel had to offer was pitch darkness. I should have known better, though, that I was destined to slip into that darkness sooner or later. My secret was spilled the day I decided to wet myself in my backyard and was found out by my best friend. And what did I get after that? Acceptance. What came were not, as I had expected, sneers and ridicules. I expected pitch darkness yet there was none. I was almost taken aback by how my friend acknowledged where my interest lay, by how she taught me the word “fetish”, by the online communities I later discovered and connected with, and by the candle that would have been in my hand long ago had I reached for it earlier. Etched into my mind until this day are the faint February sunlight against the windowsill and the words of a fellow omorashi enthusiast on my screen: “We are people with fetishes, we are people who love omorashi, but first, we are people who love.” People who love. A nice label to live up to. Instead of self-loathing I began educating myself on omorashi and fetishes, learning that it is a normal occurrence in certain human beings. I began realising that as long as one’s actions do not harm others, one needs not feel ashamed of them. I even began to write in forums, about my fantasies, my experiences, my dilemmas, and my advice to omorashi enthusiasts like myself. What was I trying to achieve by doing all this? De-labeling. I was fully aware that there are countless out there who are far less lucky than me, and since I was the lucky one, I am to light a candle instead of curse the darkness, to pass on the light to those who struggle at the entrance of that tunnel, to tell them they are not alone. As long as I am breathing, I am there with them. Who am I? An omorashi enthusiast. Proud of being one, proud of being here, here in this world, where my struggles exempt someone else from struggling. One day someone I met online came to thank me for being “the only peer who understands what they were going through”; if I had ever had doubts before, that was when they evaporated. For I knew for sure that among the lights that shall someday alleviate the darkness is this candle of mine. For one, who has once been helped, helps others. For one, who has once been labeled, de-labels. For one, who has once been hurt, cures.
  4. Sil sat at her desk, trying to wade through tens of pages of university reading material within a single night. It wasn't due soon - she still had a week before she had to know it, though getting this done now meant she could watch a movie with her friends later tonight, without guilt. She had been at this desk for about an hour now, only taking breaks to refill her water bottle. Now, she squirmed quietly in her seat, quickly rocking her hips back and forth. It seems, overtime, all that water funneled its way to that poor bladder of her's. Each rock would push on her bladder just enough to make it tingle, which would make her want to rock even harder. She knew she couldn't contain it all inside her forever, which is exactly why she made a spontaneous agreement with herself: she'll go to the bathroom after all the reading material was finished. After all, she still had 20 minutes left until the movie - the time she could spend going to the bathroom could easily be used to finish this work. With that in mind, she pressed on, occasionally pressing her hand between her jittery thighs to bide her some time. As time went on, her legs couldn't help but become more fidgety, yet she noticed that she was indeed working faster than she otherwise would have. To her credit, she was crushing page after page, but ultimately not fast enough for her liking. By now, she only had 10 minutes left, and, at this rate, she'd have to read 1 page a minute to finish it all. Mentally exhausted, it was hardly achievable, but Sil had a funny idea. She turned and grabbed her, quite noticeably full, water bottle. The cold temperature of the bottle caused her to gasp and bounce in her seat, with her quite noticeably confused bladder aching in protest. Sil gathered her strength and placed a calm hand above her soft bladder bump - a gesture of apology for what she was about to do. She started to chug, feeling all the water from the bottle immediately make its way down her throat, passing through her body, and now firmly pressing on the knot of her heavy, defenseless water balloon. Only a tiny gulp of water remained afterwards. Her eyes glazed over the words on each page in record-time, taking in each point of info with, quite honestly, questionable validity. Her bladder dully throbbed, but she kept her butt pinned to her seat - as the steady hand pressing against her crotch ensured that her light pink, well-fit leggings stayed dry. Besides, she didn't want to wet them - her friend, Madie, lent it to her for tonight after a lot of buttering up. She'd rather keep from wetting, no matter how much her little bladder yearned for it. Sil reached the end of the reading right on time - her friends would be here to drop by her residence room any moment now. Quickly, she closed her computer and stood up to grab her things - namely her room key, water bottle and phone. Yet, she didn't anticipate how gravity would wrack her bladder, causing her to stifle a moan and bend forward just enough to ease the weight in her belly. Slowly removing both hands from her crotch, Sil noticed how her pink leggings perfectly outlined her growing belly bump. She silently admired it for a couple seconds, considering if she wanted to put on a longer shirt. She shook the thought away (carefully, not to jolster her bladder), grabbed her required items and headed for the door - specifically for the bathroom in the hall. A bathroom she'd really like to use - a bathroom she really *needed* to use. A bathroom that read "occupied". Sil started to panic, bobbing in place, worried to knock on the door as she didn't want to embarrass both her and the person denying her from emptying her study sap. Her feet were frozen in the hallway, unsure whether to retreat back into her room or gather the courage to knock. Decidedly, she did neither, staking out until some higher power came to her rescue. That higher power was a friend named Axie, apparently, walking down the hall in Sil's direction. Sil desperately tried to act as normal as possible, turning around to lock her door, occupying both hands with the key and uncrossing her legs. Axie is often oblivious to body language anyway, so it was likely unnecessary for Sil to go the extra mile and drink the last of what was left in her water bottle in front of her. "Heya, Sil!" Axie said. "A-ah, hhhey, Axie. H-how are you?" Sil replied. Axie didn't respond, and instead gasped at the sight of Sil's legs. Sil's heartbeat accelerated, though she contained her panic. She shyly turned towards Axie, stood up straighter, squeezed her thighs together and prayed. "I-is everything okay... A-Axie?" Sil questioned. "Y-your leggings are so cute!!" Axie blurted. "That's the pair that Brooke gave you, right??" "M-Madie, actually." "Hm? Oh. Her." ... A few seconds passed by. Axie continued to stare at Sil's legs. Her eyes refused to move, and Sil felt her breathing getting heavy. She couldn't tell what was going on. Axie just kept staring as Sil's thighs impatiently clamped together as tight as they could, becoming desperate for an opportunity to be aided by her hands, which were painfully idling at her hips to not clue Axie in. Sil's eyes started to tear up ever so slightly. Her crotch began to tremble, and her posture was faltering. She wanted more than anything else to drop to her knees, buckle and thrust everything to plug her aching nozzle, complaining and whimpering, to keep herself from spilling and gushing her contents down her friend's property - and it felt like Axie knew that - that Axie wanted to see her do it. Sil felt the tiniest drop of sap position itself at the tip of her uterus, causing her to yelp at a volume she didn't intend. Axie entered the real world again. "Oh - fuck, sorry, I got distracted. C-cute leggings you have." Axie said, looking around the hallway, nervously. "I-I didn't mean to stare at you like that - um, let's just go the movie now. Sorry." "O-okay", Sil squeaked. Axie speed walked down to the common room, leaving Sil in the dust. Her hands immediately shot down to her crotch, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She leaned against the wall and held her position for a few seconds, feeling around for any signs of damage. Thankfully, she held all of her pee. She was dry. Unfortunately, that meant all her pee was still trapped inside her. Her abdomen ached, and her eyes stared back at the occupied bathroom. Maybe she could use another bathroom on this floor? "Sil? Are you coming? The movie's already started", Axie said, now peeking her head from behind the hallway corner (though still too embarrassed to make eye-contact). "O-oh, u-umm... y-yeah, here I come!" Sil replied, getting up from the wall. She glanced at the bathroom and half-heartedly groaned, following Axie and wobbling her way down to the common room door. She'll just find an opportunity to pee later. Hopefully.
  5. Writing university fanfic is kind of a challenge and I do have my own doubts, but I decided to give it a go anyway. I have tried my best to be as technically accurate as possible but since I never attended either of these universities (alas) please pardon my mistakes if any. It was the kind of moment that appeals the most to poems and artists: the setting sun just beginning to touch the horizon, sitting on the border of late afternoon and early evening, on a day sitting on the border of spring and summer, when sweat has barely begun to bead on foreheads yet the chills still have not left the wind. The river glittered like a golden ribbon. On the grassy river bank she sat, close to the Bridge of Sighs, beneath a weeping willow. She had on her a thin white cotton dress and no shoes or socks, with nothing shielding her from the chilly evening breeze except a badly-fitting pale blueish gown that went all the way to her ankles. Her slightly messy blond curls reached just below her shoulders, covering the crimson pin she wore on her gown. She poured herself yet another lemonade from the pitcher next to her and stared blankly into the distance. The man next to her on the other hand seemed way more organised, both in the way he dressed and in his expression. A navy blue suit and overcoat matched perfectly his well-groomed dark brown hair, and his eyes, though soft and warm when gazing at her, had an air of authority only time could foster. He too took a sip from his glass of lemonade, before making another attempt to break the awkward silence: “Yeah I mean, why would you start a foundation year programme?” With that he added, after considerable hesitation, “- Cambridge.” She, now having been introduced to you as Cambridge, made no attempt to answer. She was distracted, to say the least, and far from comfortable. They had been drinking lemonade silently on the river bank for the better part of an hour, and most of it had now made its way to her bladder, the sole reason why she had put down her still-full glass and sat stiffly on her heel. Yet the pressure in her bladder was the least of her distractions at that moment; what troubled her more was his voice, or even his existence as a whole, that seemed to be fished out straight from the bottom of her memories. “You need to write neater.” It felt like yesterday when he, looking at her messy handwriting, said this to her; yet she knew all too well that that utterance belongs to a time and space far out of her reach. It was many and many a year ago, in a town quite similar to her own, just two hours away, with nice streets and a library with a beautiful dome above which the crescent often hung prettily. She did not have a name at that time, but that did not matter much to her, as long as he had a name; that was long before universities became a common occurrence in this world, the town was therefore her universe, he was her role model, and pretty much her everything. “Your handwriting is too bad. You need to write neater, or else people wouldn’t be able to read it properly.” He stuffed a pen into her hand, held it, and began to trace fancy letters stroke by stroke, but after just a couple of seconds she broke free from his grip and started giggling: “Oh come on Oxford! I can just leave all my writing to you - I’ll never leave you, will I?” “Hey did you hear me - why would you start a foundation year?” His voice broke her train of thought abruptly. It was that same Oxford’s voice - or is it? She had no answer to this question, just like she had no answer to why she made no attempt to answer nature’s call, despite squirming and shifting her heels like a toddler refusing to take a toilet break. Had she been on a date with anyone else, she would have excused herself long ago and go inside to relieve herself, but for reasons she did not understand she stubbornly refused to do that in front of Oxford - or rather, reasons her mind refused to process. She grew up talkative and rebellious, diving headlong into any newfangled idea, and it was her personality traits that resulted in her breaking her childish vow - how she ended up in a fight with Oxford and his townsfolk, how she fled from her childhood town with scholars and students, how she managed to settle down in this new town, and how she finally got a name. She named herself in the same carefree manner as she did anything else: the first thing she saw as she stepped into this town was a bridge, a bridge across the river Cam, and Cambridge her name was. She could only speculate what Oxford would say had he learned how hastily she decided on serious matters like this. For more years than she cared to count she perfected herself relentlessly. She remembered Oxford being keen in Humanities so she started with a Mathematics department, something that would surely make him jealous, or so she thought. She used Oxford’s textbooks she brought away with her, she employed the skills of running a university she learned from Oxford, she aligned all her teaching and admissions to Oxford’s standards, yet Oxford himself was something she tossed into the depths of her memories and refused to dig out. He had somehow become a whiplash that would come out and sting her from time to time, reminding her that she was still not good enough and had someone to chase after. She was diligent to the extent of compulsion, and no one would see her take a toilet break before her work that day had been done. For some reason her bladder control had been something she prided herself upon along with many other things; that was, until she realised how much that bladder was still torturing her this afternoon. “Cambridge?” She let out a little gasp, not because of Oxford’s voice, but because of an unexpected leak that dampened her knickers. No, she should not have sat at this river bank this afternoon, not with Oxford at least. For some reason he had traveled all the way from his town to hers and asked her out for a pitcher of lemonade, and so far the only thing he had bothered to say was to ask her why she started a foundation year programme for disadvantaged students. She was upset to say the least, upset that her weakness was exposed unreservedly to someone she so desperately wished to prove her strength to. “Cambridge? Are you okay?” She closed her eyes for a couple of seconds, and when she opened them Oxford had moved much closer to her, the scent of his all-too-familiar aftershave teasing her nostrils the same way it did so many years ago. After all these time she could still tell from his eyes that he was genuinely concerned: “Are you okay? Do you need to go to the toilet?” It took Cambridge a few moments before she managed to form an answer. “You know, Oxford......I, I started a foundation year programme because......” “Yes?” “......Because I want to be better than you.” For a moment Oxford fell silent, yet Cambridge, despite her vision blurring and the same water threatening to come out from the other end of her body, carried on. “I want to be better than you so I started the foundation year programme for disadvantaged students so that they would apply to me instead of you. I’ve wanted to be better than you ever since I left - no, ever since you told me my handwriting isn’t as good as yours. I’ve worked so hard not just in Math and natural sciences but also in Humanities and I’ve achieved so much but I’m still not as good as you. Still not.” As she blurted everything out she finally saw clearly what she had not understood over the years, and that realisation left tears streaming down her cheeks, “For all these years I’m always ranked below you in so many university rankings and I never, I mean I never am able to shake off that label of someone who ran away from Oxford town. I’m not going to the toilet ‘cause I want to prove I’m strong and can hold anything in, but now - but now I can’t even control my bodily functions in front of you. I’ll never be as good as you. Never.” Oxford did not say or do anything for a long time, nothing except gently wiping the tears from Cambridge’s face. Slowly, he turned to face the river again. “Let me ask you, math genius. You know what parallel lines are?” Through a mist of tears and a thicker mist of desperation, Cambridge nodded. “Parallel lines, they don’t intersect, and neither line is longer or shorter than the other. I’d always been aware, since you left me all those years ago, that our lives would never intersect again, but throughout these years I’ve seen your hard work and I’m more than impressed by how far you’ve come since you got yourself a name. I’ve never looked down on you because of anything, never. Remember, we are just like parallel lines - not intersecting, but neither is better or worse than the other.” Hearing Cambridge’s sobs gradually cease as he spoke, Oxford carried on. “And you know why I come visit you today?” “Why?” She whimpered. “......I just want to tell you how awesome you are to provide such an educational opportunity to disadvantaged students.” Oxford smiled, the same smile Cambridge was used to when her handwriting miraculously fitted his standards all those years ago, “Well done, Cambridge.” Cambridge smiled as well, for the first time that afternoon. Pausing for a moment she bit her lip and gingerly stood up. “Please excuse me for a second, I need to......” “Yeah,” Oxford giggled heartily as the pale blueish figure hurried towards the building behind the river bank, “Go ahead.” By now the sun had fully submerged beneath the horizon, leaving behind radiant beams that dyed the clouds blood red. The willow tree they had been sitting under, also a deep shade of crimson, trembled in the breeze like a bonfire. The river glittered like a golden ribbon.
  6. Yesterday afternoon I was in my office and I was having a Skype call with some colleagues. It was taking a very long time, far more than I had expected, and after a while I really had to pee. I had drunk a lot of water that morning, plus two cups of tea, and the last time I had peed was at home, about 8 hours before. Anyway, I was getting more and more desperate and I had to hold myself to keep all my pee in. I hoped that nobody would pay attention to my squirming movement, and I tried to stay as still as possible with the upper part of my body. I thought to pee in the empty bottle I had on my desk, but I had the microphone open, so everyone would have heard the dripping and splashing of my pee coming out; moreover a single 0.5 ml bottle wouldn't have been enough, and I wasn't sure to be able to stop the flow of pee, once started. Then, finally, the call came to an end, and I ran towards the toilets; luckily my university is rather empty during this period, so I could walk while still holding myself. I was in sight of the toilets when I lost the first spurt; just a few drops, nothing visible luckily. But when I was in front of the urinal, unzipping my shorts, a second, bigger spurt came out. I didn't loose time to look at the damage, pull out my penis and finally peed in the urinal. I loved forever and when I finished, I examined the damage if my shorts; it wasn't a big patch luckily, as you can see by my photos.
  7. So... before I start this, I feel like I should repeat what I have said in a few threads: I’m really shy. Sometimes. It depends on how I’m feeling, but even when I’m feeling my best, I really struggle with starting conversations. Recently, I’ve been having worse problems with this than usual, and I haven’t really spoken to many people; I’ve just been by myself. The Story: (Part 1) In university today, I had a large mug of tea before leaving for my afternoon classes. I was smart enough use the toilets beforehand, luckily. I went off to my first class with a thermos full of the equivalent of another large mug of tea, and sat down. Throughout the next class I drank the thermos of tea, as well as drinking from the bottle of water I carry everywhere with me. By the time came to move rooms for the rest of the afternoon, about 2 hours, I had to go. Kinda bad. But I thought I could manage, and I’ve been deliberately testing myself more by going longer between each bathroom break, especially in the afternoon where if I don’t go before leaving, I usually get a great desperate experience at home. I set off for the class, passing a set of toilets on the way. I felt a twinge as I walked past, but I ignored it. In this class, I was seated right next to my crush, and we were surrounded by a few girls we were friends with. She was much more friendly with them than me though, as she can start conversations easily without worrying endlessly about what everyone is going to think and how they'll react. About half an hour in, I felt the urge grow massively, going from a little uncomfortable to highly distracting, although I could resist it still. It stayed at this level until I was about 75 minutes into the 2 hour lesson. When it got worse, it pushed me up to a 6/10 level, which for me means when the urge is constantly on my mind, and I can only hold on by moving my legs around or holding myself occasionally. It was getting harder to ignore, but I kept trying to work. At 90 minutes in however, it was getting very hard to focus. I was constantly fidgeting, although I tried hard to stop myself, as I was at a quite bad 7/10. For the last 10 minutes, I was into 8/10 territory, focusing at all was impossible. My mind was consumed with how badly I needed relief... But I couldn’t go. If I left my seat to go to the bathroom, my friends... and my crush... would ask where I was going, and I wouldn’t be able to explain where, it’d be too embarrassing. I was worried about how they’d react, and I knew they’d want to go with me because too many girls seem obsessed with that... I didn’t think I could do it. Especially not in front of my crush, it’s hard enough to act normal around her already. I thought I could endure it until the end, and luckily I was able to. My crush and friends left before me, as they had to drop some coursework off. I’d sent mine in already, and I pretended to be filing up some notes or something while my friends left, meaning I could walk off to the bathrooms on my own. I picked up my stuff, and left, trying to resist my desire to hold myself to suppress the need to pee. I kept my legs as close together as I could without looking suspicious, and reached the closest bathrooms: Out of order. Typical. My bladder ached at having it’s plans for release postponed, and I had to find another set. Unfortunately, they had a huge queue, so I squeezed my legs together for a moment to alleviate the need for a bit and went looking for some more toilets. When I finally found some without a queue, I eagerly ran towards them, only to encounter my crush walking towards the girl’s room from another corridor. I quickly stopped running, and tried to hide my desperation while she stopped and approached me. ”Hey, Rosalynne! Were you just heading for the bathrooms?”, she asked me. My face went red upon just hearing the question. It’s worth mentioning here that my feelings for her are more than just that of a schoolgirl crush, I really, absolutely are completely in love with her. I can’t focus on things when she’s too close to me... I find myself watching her whenever we’re together... I want to make physical contact with her whenever I can, even though I’m too shy most of the time... it’s so hard to talk to her too, my anxiety just goes mad; if I do something to make her not like me, I think my heart would break. ”I-I-I... u-uh... n-no!”, I insisted, before taking a moment to regain my composure, and continuing: “I-I was just... just walking past...” ”Oh, okay. I was considering going myself. I haven’t been all afternoon!”, she said to me, doing a comedic fidget to exaggerate the situation. I tried to stop myself blushing, but with limited success. ”I think I’ll wait though,”, my crush said to me, “I can manage until I get home, and I really don’t like public toilets.” ”Okay.” ”Actually, before you go Rosalynne, do you want to go shopping? Me and a couple of other girls are going to town.” Despite the fact that my bladder was telling me that I should under no circumstances say yes, and should focus on getting home to pee, and that all my social instincts where telling me to say no and run away and hide before I said something that would ruin my chances with her forever, I blurted out: “Y-yes! I’ll go sh-shopping...” ”Great!”, my crush replied, “The others’ll get here in a minute.” End of Part 1 I wasn’t going to make this a two parter, but it’s 1AM and I need to sleep. This first half took longer to write then expected. I’ll write the rest in tomorrow, by editing the post if I can.
  8. This is a little something I wrote a couple of days ago. It's a one-shot for now. Maybe there will be more at some point if people like it and I feel up to it. The protagonists are as yet nameless, but that may change too. Who knows? ———————— It starts with harmless flirting. We’re both grad students, sharing an apartment. He’s studying law, I’m in computer science. We didn’t know each other from before, I just found his ad in a Facebook group saying he was looking for a roommate. I’d just been dumped at the time and needed a new place to live. We joke around, he makes lewd comments and we laugh about it. The first time it happens, we’re both drunk. We’ve had a night out with some other students and when we get home, he grabs me and kisses me. We don’t even make it to the bedroom, we just fuck in the hall, up against the front door. It’s never been like that before, with anyone. He’s forceful, and I really like it. We’re not boyfriends. We never kiss, after that first time when we were drunk. But a couple of times a week, we end up in bed together. I never used to be such a bottom, but I love the way he fucks me. I never used to be a size-queen either, but his cock is amazing. I wake up with a sore ass and finger marks around my wrists, and I love it. We’ve been doing it for about a month when, one Saturday, he asks me to the movies out of the blue. An early afternoon showing of some new action flick. I agree immediately, even though it’s not really my genre. I don’t know if it’s a date or if we’re just going out as friends, but I wear my favourite skinny jeans with a faded band t-shirt that’s slightly loose around the collar. It shows off just a little bit of collar bone. I think I look pretty cute. You know, for being me. He buys me a bucket-sized drink on the way into the theatre. ‘Make sure you drink it all,’ he says. Somehow, it sounds like a command, not a suggestion. I glance over at him as we sit down. ‘Hey,’ I whisper, licking my lips. ‘Hm?’ ‘I . . . I was just wondering . . .’ He turns his eyes on me. ‘Wondering what?’ ‘Is . . . is this a date?’ I mumble. He smiles a little wider. ‘I don’t know. Is it?’ I blush, staring down at the drink in my hands, and for want of anything else to do, take a large sip. It’s a pretty good movie in spite of the genre, but about halfway through I start getting the powerful urge to piss. I lean close and whisper, ‘Can I get past? I gotta use the bathroom.’ ‘No,’ he says softly. I blink. ‘I . . . what?’ ‘No,’ he repeats. ‘You’re staying here. You finish that drink yet?’ I shake my head. ‘It’s a really big drink.’ ‘I know. And I’ll be annoyed with you if you haven’t finished it by the time the movie’s done. Stay in your seat.’ Someone shushes us from the row behind and I bite my lip, turning my gaze to the screen. I tap my foot. I guess I can hold it. I take another sip of the drink. I don’t really remember much of the second half of the movie. When my leg starts shaking, he grabs my thigh and squeezes. I swallow, take another drink, try not to think about how much I need to piss. When the movie’s done, he takes the cup from me. ‘Hm. You didn’t finish it.’ ‘I . . . I’m sorry,’ I say. ‘I just . . . I really need to—’ ‘Finish the drink first,’ he tells me. ‘We’re not going anywhere until you do.’ He hands the drink back and I take it wordlessly. There’s not that much left, and somehow I manage to finish. Then we stand. I immediately cross my legs. This is not good. I feel like I may wet myself if I don’t get to a bathroom soon. But when we exit the theatre, he takes my hand and leads me straight past the toilets. I stare at him. ‘Wait! I gotta—’ ‘Hold it until we get home,’ he says. ‘But—’ ‘Stop talking back.’ His voice is calm and he’s smiling. He looks mildly amused. I feel myself flush. Part of me is angry that he won’t let me go pee. Another part is embarrassed that I’m struggling so much to hold it. And then there’s a third part of me, buried deep, that’s . . . excited. We exit out onto the street. It’s only about five o’clock so it’s still light. ‘Promise we’re going straight home?’ I ask, my voice pleading. ‘I promise. We’re going to the car.’ Walking is a struggle. With every step, I worry I’ll pee my pants. ‘Please,’ I try again. ‘Can’t we go by a café or something so I can—’ He stops in his tracks and I halt as well. He turns to me. ‘Didn’t I tell you not to talk back?’ Lowering his voice, he whispers, ‘I think I’m gonna have to punish you. When I get you home, I’m gonna give you a good, long spanking. And then . . . then I’m gonna wreck you.’ I shut my eyes tight, trying to keep my breathing steady. That excitement rises in me, my body responding to his words and his voice. Around us on the busy street, people are walking, chatting, on their way to places. I desperately need to pee. The good news is I’m rock hard, which helps. The bad news is I’m rock hard and I’m wearing really tight jeans. My cheeks feel hot. I take a shaky breath. ‘Oh?’ I feel him step closer. ‘What’s this, hm? Did the promise of a spanking make you this hard?’ I open my eyes and meet his gaze. My eyes are wide. He smiles. ‘What’s the matter, boy?’ ‘I . . .’ I swallow. ‘It’s embarrassing . . .’ ‘What is?’ he asks. I don’t answer, not sure what to say. ‘Getting this hard just from me talking to you? Getting this hard in a public space? Man, anyone who looks in the direction of your crotch will see how hard you are in those tight jeans.’ I shut my eyes again and whimper. ‘Please . . .’ ‘Please what?’ I shake my head. ‘I . . . I don’t . . . I can’t move . . .’ ‘You can’t move? Why?’ ‘I . . . I really have to pee!’ He chuckles. ‘Does that make you hard too?’ There’s no use lying to him, so I nod, eyes still shut tight. ‘What do I do?’ ‘Well, doesn’t seem you have much choice,’ he says. ‘You’re just gonna have to pee.’ My eyes fly open again. ‘Here?’ ‘Good a place as any.’ ‘Someone will see!’ ‘If they see, they see. My car is over there.’ He points. ‘If you can’t get there like this, you’ll just have to pee first.’ ‘Like . . . piss my pants?’ He nods and I shake my head. ‘That’s gross!’ ‘Hm. Is it? Is that how you really feel?’ It is and it isn’t. It does feel gross, but the thought of it makes me feel so hot too. ‘I . . . I’ll try to make it to the car,’ I say at last, and I take a step forward. It’s one step too many and I lose control. ‘Fuck!’ ‘Potty mouth,’ he admonishes me. ‘That’s gonna earn you an extra spanking.’ ‘Ugh!’ I try to stop the flow, but it’s not working. He’s staring at me, his eyes moving down my body to the wet patch forming on the front of my jeans. They’ll be soaked soon if I can’t stop, if I can’t cut off the flow. In the end, I give up. I cover my face with my hands and sob, letting it happen. ‘Hm, dirty boy,’ he says softly when I’m all finished. ‘Let’s get to the car.’ I open my eyes and look around. No one’s watching me, but that doesn’t necessarily mean no one noticed a grown-ass man wetting his skinny jeans in the middle of the street. I let him take my hand and lead me to the car. ‘Won’t . . . won’t I stain the seats?’ I mumble. ‘They can be cleaned,’ he says. ‘Get in.’ I get in the car. It’s only a short ride to the apartment. When we get in, he pulls down my pants without ceremony in the hall, the sopping wet material hitting the tile floor with a wet thud. I’m still hard, but he doesn’t touch me, just looks at me. ‘So dirty,’ he says. ‘A man in his twenties who can’t even hold his bladder. Aren’t you ashamed?’ I stare at the floor, my face red, and nod. ‘Yes,’ I whimper. ‘Imagine if this had happened somewhere else. In class, maybe, in front of everybody. Wouldn’t that be embarrassing?’ It would, and the very thought is making my cock throb. ‘I . . . please!’ I try. ‘Please what?’ ‘L . . . let me come!’ ‘Oh, is that it? You think you deserve that?’ He reaches down and runs his finger up the length of my cock. It’s almost enough to do it, but then he withdraws his hand and I whine forlornly. ‘Not yet, boy. I owe you a spanking.’ ‘B-but it hurts!’ I manage. ‘All the more reason,’ he says, a wicked grin forming on his lips. ‘Now come with me.’ He drags me into the bathroom, where he strips me and puts me in the shower. He rinses me off with hot water, then sits on the toilet and puts me over his knees. ‘I believe I owe you a spanking,’ he says, and then he smacks my ass, hard. I cry out. He smacks me again, and again. He’s not gentle or playful. It’s supposed to hurt. That pain is keeping me hard as steel, as he keeps spanking me. I’m sobbing, but he doesn’t stop. My cock rubs against the fabric of his jeans and I’m so close, but he’s told me I’m not allowed to come so I try to hold back. ‘Please!’ I manage. ‘I . . . I can’t . . . I’m about to—’ ‘No,’ he says calmly. ‘If you come, I’ll have to punish you more.’ And he smacks me again. I can’t stop it. My breath hitches in my throat, I sob, and then I come, spilling over his jeans. I immediately start to cry. ‘I’m sorry!’ I whine. ‘I . . . I couldn’t . . . I’m sorry . . .’ He sighs. ‘I’m disappointed in you. I thought you had more self-control. You should be ashamed of yourself!’ I am. I am ashamed. I’m ashamed at coming so easily. I’m ashamed that I like it when he hurts me. I’m ashamed that wetting myself made me this horny. And I’m ashamed that the shame itself makes me hot. I want him to humiliate me more. He lets go of me. ‘Get on your knees.’ I obey. I see the wet spot my cum made on his jeans as he stands before me. He unbuckles his belt, pulls out his cock. ‘Such a dirty, naughty boy. I’ll make you even dirtier.’ Then he takes aim and pees all over me. The scent is strong, potent. He’s been holding it for a while too, it seems. It gets in my hair, pours down my neck and face, shoulders, chest and back. Yes. This is what I deserve. When he’s finished, he grabs my chin roughly and tilts my face up. ‘Open your mouth.’ I do, and he spits in it. Then he strokes his cock a few times until it’s fully hard and thrusts into my open mouth. I take it. He thrusts in deep and I try to open my throat. I successfully fight my gag reflex and let him fuck my face. ‘I’m gonna come in your mouth,’ he says. ‘And you’re going to swallow it all.’ I grunt weakly in response, unable to speak or nod. It doesn’t take long. I swallow it all, just as he asks. When he pulls his cock out I’m panting and shaking and hard again. He pays no attention to my cock, but he pulls me to my feet, supporting my shaking frame as he leads me to the shower. He leaves me to rinse off while he runs a bath. He gets undressed and then we both get in the tub. He sits behind me, putting his arms around me, and finally he speaks again. ‘Good boy.’ I moan weakly. My cock is still hard, throbbing, but he hasn’t touched it so neither do I. He kisses the back of my neck, smoothes back my hair. ‘You did really well,’ he murmurs. ‘I’m so proud of you, boy. When we’re all clean, I’m gonna give you a reward.’ I nod weakly. I’m so tired, but also so horny. We stay like that for fifteen minutes or so and I nearly doze off. Then we get out of the bath and he towels us both off before leading me to his bedroom. ‘Get on the bed. Hands and knees.’ I do as I’m told and I feel him behind me. A slippery finger enters me, presses deep inside and massages my prostate. I whimper pathetically, pushing back on his finger out of pure instinct because I want more. He doesn’t punish me for that. This is my reward, after all. Then he pulls out his finger and replaces it with something much bigger. He pushes inside me with his big cock, filling me up, and I moan like a bitch. ‘Ah! Oh . . . f . . .’ He chuckles behind me. ‘You can say what you want now,’ he says. ‘Make as much noise as you like. There’s no need to keep it in.’ So, as he begins to move, I moan, ‘Ah, fuuuuuck!’ It feels so good, his big cock inside me, his fingers digging into my hips. He speeds up, fucking me hard, his dick brushing my prostate with every thrust until I’m shaking, shivering, my body on fire. ‘You gonna come on my cock, boy?’ he says hoarsely. He’s panting now. ‘Hm?’ ‘If . . .’ I swallow. ‘Am . . . am I allowed?’ ‘Yes,’ he whispers. He puts his hand between my shoulder blades, pressing me down until my head’s on the pillow, ass still in the air. He leans over me, bites the back of my neck. ‘Come for me like the little bitch you are.’ ‘Ah!’ I cry out and come untouched. He growls in my ear as my ass tightens around him. Then he grunts and stills for a moment before he starts pumping again. I feel him throbbing in there as he fills me with hot cum. He collapses on top of me and kisses the back of my neck. Then he rolls off me, pushes me over onto my side . . . and finally kisses my lips. It’s different from that drunken night weeks ago. His kiss is so gentle compared to everything else he’s done. So kind. I feel my eyes well up with tears. I’m so exhausted and overwhelmed. ‘Good boy,’ he whispers again. I breathe a shaky sigh. ‘Thank you,’ I mumble. ‘And grateful too.’ He smiles. ‘You’re perfect.’ I blink. ‘What?’ ‘I’ve been waiting for someone just like you. I could tell you to do just about anything and you’d do it. Wouldn’t you?’ I would. I’d do anything for him. I nod. He shakes his head. ‘Perfect.’ He strokes my cheek. ‘From now on,’ he says, ‘I decide everything. I decide when you get up and when you go to bed. I decide what you wear, what you eat, when you piss, when you shit. And I decide when you come. Understood?’ I nod. ‘I . . . yeah.’ ‘You will address me as “sir”.’ ‘Yes, sir,’ I say automatically. ‘Good boy. I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you what you need. Okay?’ ‘Yes, sir,’ I say again, my face feeling hot. I’m terrified, but this is also what I want. What I’ve always wanted. What I’ve wanted from him ever since the first time he playfully slapped my ass and called me ‘boy’. ‘Should . . . should we have a safeword?’ I ask after a while. ‘Do you want one?’ he asks. I consider this for a moment. ‘No,’ I say at last. ‘No, then it wouldn’t be real.’ He shakes his head, an expression akin to awe on his face. ‘Like I said. Utterly perfect.’
  9. Hey guys, here is my next story commission, university tales seem to be all the rage at the moment so it was fun to throw my hat into the ring. The build up for this story is slow, it might not be for everyone as such but I hope you enjoy! The holders of Iron house Chapter 1: Arrival The amber light of a desk lamp filled the darkened room, a shadow cast by the unmoving figure of a tall woman sitting in a high back chair near the curtained window. “Finally” she muttered to herself, looking down at the electronic tablet in her hands as a wicked smile appeared on her shadowy face. It had taken months if not years of waiting and planning but finally she thought she had what she was looking for. The exact reason she had been put in charge of this establishment. A soft knock at the door caught her attention, a brief moment of panic flashing across her mind before she quickly put the device in her desk drawer and slid it closed. The mahogany wood clunking softly as she took a moment to compose herself, her hands folding together as she rested them on the top of her desk. As Eloise stood in the university hallway, she couldn’t help but be slightly nervous feeling the multitude of butterflies gathering in her stomach. Trying to distract herself she studied the large door in front of her, her eyes falling on an old inscription carved into the wood “Strenuis Ardua Cedunt”. The faded lettering meaning nothing to her, but the age and way they had been inscribed was yet another indication of the calibre of university she had been accepted into. She was already a couple of minutes late after getting lost in the large admin building and she didn’t want to give a bad impression on her first day, stepping forwards she knocked the door a couple of times. After a brief pause a muffled “come in” passed through the thick wood, easing her nerves slightly. Turning the handle she stepped into the large office, its occupant sitting at a large desk near the centre of the room which curiously still had its curtains drawn. “Um…I’m Eloise Western” She said awkwardly walking towards the woman’s desk, her hands fidgeting slightly behind her back. “Ah yes, the French student that will be joining us. Welcome, and I must say your English is excellent.” The woman in front of her said, standing to greet and shake her hand. “Thank you, my farther worked for the embassy so I had good teachers.” Eloise responded, kicking herself for the unneeded exposition. This wasn’t a job interview she had already gotten in, but there was something about this room that was making her uneasy. “That explains it, please take a seat.” The woman said, indicating to the chair in front of her desk. “Thank you” Eloise said, perching slightly on the edge of her seat. “No need to be nervous, I greet all our foreign students. It’s a good way to gauge language skills and see if there is anything we can do to help in your transition. Moving away can be difficult for young students, especially to another country.” The smartly dressed woman said, somewhat addressing the elephant in the room. “Thank you” Eloise said again, sighing in relief. She had been slightly late to be accepted, going through their secondary referral programme and had been worried there had been a mix up or even that they were reconsidering her place. “Unfortunately, you have missed the welcome talks that were held yesterday. But I do have a couple of things I can give you.” Rummaging in her desk the woman pulled out a small parcel of items and placed it on the desk. “So, here is your welcome pack, it includes all the information about what is on the campus, opening times and a map.” She said handing across a binder that Eloise took from her. “Here is your class schedule, there is also an online version if you would prefer. All your log on information is in the pack too. Finally here is a smart watch and fitness tracker that we give to all our students.” “A fitness tracker?” Eloise questioned, picking up the metallic watch and giving it a once over in her hand. “Oh don’t worry, we don’t actually track your fitness.” She said smiling, “we pride ourselves on student wellbeing and try to make sure you all have something like this so that you can look after your own health. University can be a stressful time and letting our students have the ability to track these things has proven effective at lowering burn out and breakdowns. Think of it as an early warning system for stress levels and a way of letting you realise how hard you are working. Equally a number of…extracurricular, activities may be run by people who ask you to show them things before taking part in anything.” “Extracurricular?” “Yes, well as you know this university is largely a medical institution and as such there is a constant development of emerging fields. Some of which may ask students to take part in…they are all safe of course.” She added, a little too quickly for Eloise’s liking. “Those watches also function as student id and key card. So, if you plan on using anything on the campus you will need to keep that on you at all times. We are on the very cutting edge of what we do here, can’t have just anyone walking around the buildings can we.” Looking up at the woman’s face there it was again, that smile that was becoming less and less convincing with everything that was leaving the poshly dressed woman’s mouth. “Now then, I don’t want to take up any more of your time. I’m sure you have things to move in, which reminds me. You will be staying in Iron house, its marked on the map in your pack.” She finished up, motion her hand to indicate for Eloise to stand. “Ok, well thank you again for the introduction.” Eloise said, thankful for the information but a little perturbed by some of the other information she had been given. She was already getting the feeling that there was more to this university than met the eye. “My pleasure, oh and Eloise. Welcome to Galgani University” Nodding and waving the small pack of things at the school master she quietly closed the door behind her and let out a sigh. She didn’t know what it was, but that woman really put her on edge for some reason. Slipping the watch onto her wrist she heard it beep, the screen lighting up and displaying her name and the current time. Scrolling through it as she walked down the road she studied the various apps from fitness and biometrics to a lesson planner and map, this thing really seemed to have it all. It couldn’t have been cheap to give every student one of these, but then again Galgani was one of the top universities. Following the little triangle on the screen Eloise quickly found herself stood outside a large three-story building, the elegant and new housing far exceeding her wildest expectations. The usual damp and dingy student accommodation she had been told about and seen on tv shows was nowhere to be seen. The door to the building opened quickly, a skinny blonde-haired woman throwing a bag over her shoulder and rushing out. “Sorry” she hastily said, pushing past Eloise and running towards the main campus as she quickly fastened name badge to her shirt. Despite being taken aback slightly, Eloise paused taking a moment to double check she was in the right place. Walking slowly up the small path she tentatively turned the door handle, a beep from her watch and the door at the same time clearly indicating that even these doors were locked to anyone but those living in them. Pushing the door open she was greeted by the sight of a dozen or more carboard boxes and plastic tubs strewn across the large hallway. “What did you forget this time?” A voice called out from the doorway to her left. “Um, hello?” Eloise said quietly to the unseen person. A head suddenly poking out of the doorway to her right with a surprised look on her face. “Oh…sorry I thought you were Summer coming back for something….Who are you?” “Im Eloise, I think im your new house mate.” She replied. The slightly suspicious look on the short brunette’s face disappearing instantly. “Cool, sorry I didn’t mean to be weird I just didn’t recognise you and I thought everyone had moved in yesterday.” the woman said, stepping out of her room. “Im Kay by the way” she said holding out her hand. “Guys, we have a new flatmate” She shouted loudly, the cry reverberating up the open house and soon footsteps could be heard as a number of people came down the stairs. “No need to look worried, no one bites” Kay joked, Eloise apparently unable to keep the apprehension off her face as the group formed around her. “Hey, I’m Allie” the first woman introduced herself, stepping off the bottom step of the stairs and shaking her hand. The blond-haired woman clearly making the most of being a student, currently dressed in a pair of jogging bottoms and loose-fitting top that was several sizes too large for her. Although judging by her untidy hair, it wouldn’t have surprised Eloise if she had only just woken up despite it being almost lunch time. “Eloise” she responded with her name. “Ah bonjour” the next woman said, the tall black-haired woman looking as If she was about to head out for a run, dressed entirely almost head to toe in form fitting spandex. “You speak French?” Eloise asked, she hadn’t expected to meet anyone who did here. “Uh, well actually no. But you’re French right?” she asked, her cheeks slightly reddening as she was called out. “Yes, how could you tell?” “Faint accent and the name is a bit of a giveaway. Im Vanessa” the confident woman announced “and that’s Julia and Zara” she said, pointing to the two remaining women who simply waved at her. “That’s all of us that are in at the moment, I think Summer is at work and Lucy is out somewhere doing something.” “Its nice to meet you all” Eloise said, glad to see Kay had been right about the group being friendly. They all seemed to be getting along with each other which was another good sign. “Do you need a hand moving your stuff, are you parked outside?” The tall black-haired woman introduced as Julia asked, pushing her large black rimmed glasses up her nose slightly. “Uh, no thanks. I’ve got everything in here.” Eloise replied, stepping to the side and revealing the small suitcase she had with her. “Is that all you brought?” Kay asked, clearly shocked and accidentally revealing that all of these boxes probably belonged to her. “Yeah, I mean I came on a plane and I moved around a lot as a kid so I never really had much stuff.” “Don’t let Lucy hear that, she will have a field day taking you out for some retail therapy.” Vanessa laughed. “So…do you all know each other then?” Eloise asked, uncomfortable that she might have suddenly joined a group where everyone knew each other well already. Would she be able to integrate herself into the group, she had never really had a close group of friends growing up. “Well we are all third years and we shared some of the same classes.” Julia responded. “So we knew of each other, and I lived with Lucy in second year too. But this is the first time the rest of us have lived together… or really spent any time other than lectures or the occasional night out with each other.” Vanessa said, with Kay nodding along to everything she said. “So you’ve got nothing to worry about” Zara added, her beaming smile instantly removing all of Eloise’s worries. The darker skinned woman putting her at ease before her brow furrowed. “We should get going Vanessa, the class is in like 10 minutes” “Wait, classes have already started!” Eloise asked nervously, starting to fumble with her watch to check her timetable. “Oh sorry, no we have an exercise class up at the campus gym. I didn’t mean to panic you. But you are more than welcome to join us, if you have anything to wear in that tiny bag of yours?” Putting a hand to her chest Eloise breathed a sigh of relief, “Maybe next time.” “Sure thing” Zara finished, nodding her head at the door to Vanessa as the two of them left the newbie to the others. “So your room is the last door on the left, kitchen and lounge are the doorway on the end there and finally there are two shower cubicles up the stairs on the right” She said. “Don’t worry the door doesn’t lead straight in, there are another two doors, so you probably won’t walk in on anyone using them.” Kay said, a telling smile on her face suggesting she had done that at some point. “Ok thank you, I guess ill go unpack” Eloise responded, still feeling a little overwhelmed by all the new faces. “Shouldn’t take you long” Allie joked as they all went back to their own rooms. She wasn’t wrong, but walking into her room Eloise was still pleasantly surprised by it. The relatively barebones bedroom had a large bed, chest of drawers and tiny ensuite bathroom. It looked more like a cupboard or afterthought than a real bathroom, but at least it would give her some privacy. Putting her belongings away she sat on the bed, the realisation of where she was and what she was doing setting in for the first time. She wasn’t the sort of person to get home sick, but even still she could feel the anxiousness about her new start away from everything she knew getting the better of her. Picking up her mug she grabbed the small bag of goodies her mum had given her and headed for the kitchen. If there was one thing her mother always use to say, it was that a cup of tea can help any situation feel better. Although that could have just been her British heritage coming through. Nervously playing with the Uni welcome pack Eloise walked through the doorway she had been shown earlier and found a rather large kitchen and dinging room combo. The numbered cupboards matching the room numbers, opening her designated one she was unsurprised to find it completely empty. She would have to find a shop to grab some things before they shut later. Turning on the kettle she brought out her mug, one of the few belongings she had made sure to bring with her. An old and browned piece of porcelain she had used for as long as she could remember. The outside of it emblazoned with a phoenix logo from the soccer team that played in the town her mother came from in New Zealand. She had never been, but perhaps this summer would be the perfect opportunity to travel and relax after her studies. Watching the steam rise from the cup as she poured the water in, she could already feel its calming effects. “There is milk in the door if you want any” Julia said having silently entered the room barefoot. “Thank you that’s very kind, but I prefer it black.” Eloise responded, recovering from being slightly startled by her new housemate. “Fair, you looking at what optional to do?” The tall woman said, indicating to the welcome pack Eloise had left laying open on the table. “Optional?” “Yeah, so you don’t get any in first term but next term you can pick from a few different modules. Kind of like choosing your major subject for the next two years, but think of them as kind of taster sessions.” “Oh ok, so does everyone here do the same major?” “No, im not 100% sure what Summer does, but I think the rest of us are all on different majors. But we all do the Urodynamics module each term, its pretty much mandatory if you haven’t chosen something like that as your main subject.” “Ah ok, I guess those are the classes you all have together?” “Some of us yeah, but there are so many people there are multiple classes so its not guaranteed.” “I suppose this place is known for it, so it makes sense they make everyone study it. It just surprised me how many other course options there are, its almost like any other non-specialised academy.” Eloise said, taking a sip of her slightly too warm tea. “True, we are mainly set up for Urology and you will see its impact on everything you study even if its kind of unrelated…” She paused for a moment, clearly thinking about some memory. “what subject are you doing by the way?” Julia asked, cracking a couple of eggs into a frying pan. “Im actually just a urology student, I mean this is one of the top-rated institutions for it” Eloise responded. “Cool! We don’t get as many as you might expect. I think a lot of people decide that the few modules we do on it are enough, they can be kind of intense.” “Intense?” “Lets just say there are a lot of practical’s and the school motto will make a lot more sense after your first end of year test” “I second that, Allie said, sauntering through the door and sliding a couple of pieces of bread into the toaster after briefly checking for blue spots. “Strenuis Ardua Cedunt, Adversity Yields to Endeavour” She added, a hint of sarcasm evident in how she spoke. “But don’t worry its nothing bad, plus the modules will prepare you for them. I didn’t have any problems with them and even Allie scored some of the highest marks” Julia said, worried they were freaking the new student out. “Hey, what do you mean EVEN Allie.” But as she unscrewed the cap to her milk and recoiled from the smell, any feigned annoyance disappeared. “We need new milk?” She said, her eyes still narrowed by the smell as she went to pour it down the sink. “How long have you all been here, I thought someone said you al moved in yesterday?” Eloise said, wondering how the milk could already be gone off I that was true. “Oh yeah we did, I brought this from home. I don’t think a day in the car was good for it.” Allie replied, clearly understanding the meaning behind the question. “Oh ok, well I need to grab some food later if you wouldn’t mind showing me the shop in a bit?” Eloise asked. “Sure thing, I’ll just have my breakfast and we can head down. Its not far.” “Perfect, Thank you!” Sitting back at the table with her cup of tea she was quickly joined by Julia and Allie who was carrying a large plate of what looked like half a loaf of toast covered in Nutella, paired with an almost comically giant sports direct mug of coffee. Flipping through her Phone she took a quick photo of her tea, sending it to her mum and dad to let them know she was settling in fine. Part of her wondering what they would get up to now they had no one to look after, her and her two brothers having all moved out over the last few years. Looking at her welcome pack Eloise familiarised herself with the history of the campus, much of which she was already familiar with and was a large part of why she had chosen this university to study at. The pages filled with photos of smiling students, lab equipment and things you could buy from the student shop. Glancing at the faces of the students she wondered for a moment if any of them needed to pee while their photos were being taken. Blinking and frowning at herself she was caught out by her strange thoughts which she wasn’t sure why it had come to her. Although going off what her housemates had just said and the classes she would be involved with, it seemed like a strong possibility some of them did need to pee. Their hidden desperation caught on camera for all students to look through at their leisure. “Alright then, should we head out?” Allie asked, tipping the rest of her coffee into her mouth and standing up. “Yeah sure” Eloise replied, glad to have something to distract her from her own weird and invasive thoughts. Walking towards the door It swung open, revealing a slightly sweaty looking Vanessa and Zara, returning from their exercise class and swigging from large water bottles. “Hey, you guys off out?” Zara asked, wiping her head with her forearm. “Just going to the shop if either of you need anything?” Allie replied. “Actually, mind if I join you. I still need some odds and ends” Vanessa said, throwing her gym bag into the corner, draining the rest of her bottle before turning back towards the door. “ We can give you a quick tour of the campus on the way if you want?” The dark-haired woman added. “That would be really nice if you don’t mind.” Eloise responded. She had been nervous about who she would be paired up with, but it seemed as if she had gotten lucky with everyone here being so nice to her. Plus the fact they were 3rd years was really going to help her get to grips with this place quickly, something she was hoping to do so she could really focus on her studies. While it may have been true the grades didn’t matter this year, she was sure that falling behind now would hurt her later. “Can we stop by the coffee shop?” Allie asked, her large morning cup apparently not enough to satiate the caffeine fiend. Walking down the hill from the house it seemed all the university housing had been put in one area, the roads filled with students coming and going about their businesses. Teary eyed parents waving goodbye to their children who were starting university for the first time, many looking far happier than their parents. “So there is a pub at the end of the road down there, but no one really goes to it other than some Philosophy students.” Vanessa said, making Eloise turn around to face her new tour guide. “Then if you go down that road you have the best take away as well as the onsite pub, bar and a social club. They are all run by the student’s union so the booze is pretty cheap. Then there is a courtyard coming up that has the coffee shop, a bike shop and probably some other things that I’ve not used so who knows….” She finished summarising, a few moments of silence falling between them as Eloise tried to locate everything Vanessa had just said. “Wow, great tour” Allie added sarcastically. “Well I mean pub, Bar and Coffee shop what else do you need?” “How about the main teaching blocks?” “Oh yeah, they are over the other side of the park that’s over there. If you go between the two rows of shops, carry on following the path and it takes you straight to the Uro-block.” “Awesome, Thank you by the way.” Eloise said, actually grateful for the quick tour even if Allie didn’t think much of it. “See, someone appreciates my tour. Also, all the other teaching blocks are connected to that one with signposts to them all inside and outside each door. So if you can get to that block, you should be able to find your way around from there. Oh, and before I forget that’s where the toilets are too.” “What do you mean that’s where the toilets are, don’t most of these places have them too?” “No, the only toilets are in the main teaching campus buildings.” Vanessa answered casually, as if it was perfectly normal for work places or establishments to be without one. “And the house?” Eloise said quizzically, unless she had been given the only one?” “Oh yeah, I forgot about that one in your room. I think there is one in each housing block, two in first year accommodation, but most people don’t really use them.” “What do you mean?” Eloise asked again, still confused by the conversation. I mean, most of us can hold it long enough to just go in the campus when we are there. If you cant hold It a few hours I’d be worried about surviving here for long. Plus a lot of the time things come up where you can get extra credits or even cash for helping out with studies of all kinds. No point in wasting a useful resource right.” “So neither of you pee at home?” She asked, turning to look at Allie. “I mean, I wouldn’t say never and I did a lot in first year before I really got myself under control. But honestly, I cant remember the last time I didn’t use a campus toilet.” She said casually as they walked towards the coffee shop. “Its kind of frowned upon for third years to be that needy, almost a sign of failing to lean and demonstrate what we are being taught.” She added. “But haven’t you been here for a day already?” “Yeah so?” Allie asked, reaching for the door handle and turning it. “You haven’t gone in all that time?” Vanessa couldn’t help but laugh behind her “Oh I forgot what it was like to be a freshman. Yeah, trust me over the next couple of years you will realise how inconvenient or costly it can be to pee and probably develop your own limits considerably. Although, even in first year a day wasn’t too hard for me, you might have to start working on it if you want to make the most of your time here.” She finished, the ending a little more harsh than perhaps she had meant it but the message was clear. “Oh, ok” Eloise said slightly sheepishly, was it so unusual to pee as often as she did, would that affect her grades? She hadn’t considered all of the extra things she might have to do when applying to this university. Its renown for studying all things bladder based now taking on a new emphasis in her mind, not only theoretical but apparently physical. “Hey, don’t look so glum. Everyone starts out like you, we have two years of experience on our side.” Allie tried to comfort her slightly. “And even the smallest bladders in first year are all much stronger now, Speaking of…” Allie smiled to herself as they approached the counter. “Hey summer, Usual please” “Hey Allie, sure thing.” The blonde said, smiling sweetly at her. “Oh and this is our new housemate by the way.” “Sorry I missed the move in” Summer said, offering her hand for Eloise to shake across the counter. “No problem, nice to meet you too” Eloise said, smiling and shaking her hand. “So I know Allie’s drink of choice, what are you after?” “Oh sorry, I’m good thank you. They are just giving me a quick tour on the way to the shop.” “Ah awesome. Yeah definitely feel like we have a good house this year” “Its only been one day” Allie joked, accepting her Coffee and paying for it with her watch that seemed identical to the one Eloise currently had on. “You going the Freshers initiation later?” Summer asked, looking back towards her and ignoring Allies comment. “Initiation?” Eloise asked apprehensively “Its just a party don’t worry, no cult sacrifices or anything like that. Just cheep booze and ice breakers.” Vanessa said, stepping up and giving her own order. “Almost everyone goes to it from Urodynamics. Mainly first years but some second and third years go along, I think we have been every year and its good fun.” “Sure, I mean if you guys are going im happy to join.” Eloise said, not one for large parties but she was coming here to do new things so why not join in. Plus it would give her a good chance to get to know all her new housemates. It was a thought she was starting to regret as she stood in her room a few hours later looking at herself in the mirror. Her plain looking body draped in a dress she had owned for years and had hoped to fill out into at least with her top half. But to her frustration, it seemed the late flowering her mum talked about simply wasn’t happening. Ruffling the cream coloured dress she had a quick spin before heading into the on suite bathroom. After her new friends comments earlier she had put this off far longer than she had intended, trying to push herself a little. Her desperation had hit new heights when she had been putting on her matching heels, the final straw that made her realise enough was enough. Shuffling quickly to the toilet she sat down and let out a powerful stream, staring at the blank wall opposite with her arms on her thighs she sighed deeply. What was she getting herself into tonight, hopefully nothing too crazy. Hearing the excited rabble of a few others in the kitchen over her stream, she figured it was about time to join the others. Stepping into the kitchen she was met with a new face, the one remaining person to meet. “Uh, hi im guessing you are Lucy?” She asked, holding out a hand tentatively to the buxom and tall red head standing next to Vanessa. “Don’t be silly” She said, waving away the hand and coming in for a deep hug. “It’s nice to meet you Eloise, you ready to have some fun tonight?” She asked, a glint of mischief in her eyes that told her that Lucy definitely was. “Yeah, although im probably not going to drink too much with Lectures starting tomorrow.” “Haven’t you seen the Email, classes are Cancelled!” Lucy almost yelled happily. Turning on her watch Eloise quickly scanned to the Email app and sure enough there it was. “Dear Students, Because of a major electrical fault, the main teaching blocks have been closed for your safety while essential repairs are made to the system. As such, all lessons are postponed until it is deemed safe to renter the buildings. Please keep an eye on your emails to make sure you don’t miss any updates. Sincerely, Dean Mary Johnson.” “Wait, so its just the teaching blocks that are closed, isn’t that a little weird?” Eloise asked, the others shrugging at her. “Hey, it works for me. I think Julia might be the only one upset that classes are cancelled for now.” Kay joked. “Yeah, so no excuses. Lets get ready to have fun!” Zara cheered loudly, the others joining in. That voice of regret getting a little louder in the back of Eloise’s mind, but she just had to keep reminding herself, she was here to try and see new things. ------------------ Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! All feedback is always welcome!
  10. You unlock your door and toss your bag in, then step off to the bathroom to wash your hands. As you scrub the stink of urine off of your hands, you glance in the mirror and see a disheveled young woman. Lys Cammings - Student She is 19 years old. Her eyes are brown. Her skin is fair. Her hair is brown and wavy, falls to her shoulders and is dyed green at the ends. She is built lightly. She is intelligent, but very clumsy. She prefers the company of technology to that of people, though she is trying to improve. She has great difficulty focusing on the task at hand, but excels when she puts her mind to it. She prefers her revenge cold. She likes the colours blue and green. She believes that Star Trek and Star Wars are too different to compare, and enjoys both. She secretly admires Corbel for his Fortitude, but keeps her feelings buried deep. She has never been in a relationship. She recently felt extreme embarrassment after wetting herself in front of a close friend. She recently felt relieved after emptying her bladder. She is unfocused after not playing Factorio for a while. A medium-sized creature prone to great ambition. You chuckle at your own joke as you dry your hands and return to your room. You carefully remove your calculator holster and place it on the bed. No way you're touching your precious TI-84 with dirty hands. You remove Corbel's odd-smelling jacket and hang it on the extra chair. For a moment, paranoia takes over and you search his pockets for cameras or microphones but find nothing buta pile of receipts, some unused earbuds, and... car keys. You feel ashamed of your mistrust. Your jeans are feeling stiff and heavy, and they smell awful. Once you empty the pockets you strip them off, as well as everything else you're wearing, and throw it into the priority wash pile. You gather your shower supplies and venture into the bathroom. You lock the shower stall behind you and get the water running hot. What do you do? > Take a long shower > Take a quick shower > Think about your accident > Think about Factorio I'm sorry to say that any points you would earn from getting the reference won't be recorded, since my other personalities either don't know I exist, or refuse to acknowledge me. Also my participation in this site is super-duper top-secret, so don't tell the others, okay?
  11. You walk down a few steps while Corbel saunters down the ramp. "So, how was class?" he asks. Inventory: Tools (assorted), Empty Plastic Bottle, TI-84 Graphing Calculator Bladder: 0% Bowels: 10% Sanity: 90% What do you do? > It was fine > Talk about the positives > Talk about the negatives > Don't talk about it I have almost the whole day to myself, as long as I do the dishes. That's fine though, because I have the enthusiasm attribute which the main personality doesn't use.
  12. Last night I found myself walking through the campus of a well known British university. I am non-permanent staff at said university and I was on my way to check on a troublesome and time-critical experiment I was running. Because of the nature of the experiment, I found myself visiting my department at the ungodly hour of 1 am, which is not something I am used to doing despite it being fairly common practice for some of my colleagues. Although I was miffed at having to be out at this time, I found it a fairly nostalgic experience as the campus was full of life (with the return of students for the new term) and reminded me of my own student experience (at the same university) some years back. I walked up to my building which is at the top of the campus and away from the majority of the nightlife. As I was making my way up the steps to the reception I was startled to see a young lady sat at the top. When I approached, it was obvious she was sobbing. I asked her if she was OK and she responded that she’d had a bad night out and had fallen out with her friends. It was clear from her rambling speech (in which I learned her name was Rebecca), and the fact that she was sat outside on a very cold night in a tiny black minidress - alcohol makes you feel warm right? - that she was partly inebriated. I told her it was a cold night and said she should head home, offering to walk her back or call up a taxi. She said she just wanted to sit there and talk to someone. So we did. For ages. I gave her my jacket so she didn’t catch pneumonia. I learned she was a fresher and was struggling with her new courses and bitchy friends. A very long time into the conversation she had sobered up a bit, looked suddenly shocked and just said, “I really need a wee, I think I might have wet my knickers”, putting her hand to her mouth. It was like a kid who had forgotten to go to the bathroom because they were so distracted playing with toys! Assuming she already had, I asked if she had for sure. She pulled her dress back to check but she was still dry (I didn’t look, she told me!) At that moment I realised that I was alone with a desperate, pretty girl with no access to a toilet. Maybe because the pastoral care I had given her had over-riden my primal urges, despite all my fantasies of a situation like this, I was hit with the strangest desire to help the poor girl. I felt panicked for her. I told her she was in luck because I worked in this building and there was a bathroom right inside! As I went up to key in the code for the door I couldn’t believe it. It didn’t work. I tried 3 or 4 times before I wondered how many times you could enter it before being locked out completely. I felt sure I had the right code, but it didn’t matter because it just didn’t work. To be completely truthful, I was even sure if I was doing it correctly because I had never been in the building out of normal hours. I remembered security had sent me the code via email at the start of my position and quickly got my phone out. It was then that I realised the OWA application on my phone was missing because I had factory reset my phone a few weeks back. Rebecca was now stood up holding herself. I noticed she’d already started to have an accident as there was a wet patch on the back of her dress. I didn’t say anything about it but told her to hang on. I heard the splattering of pee on the steps but again I didn’t say anything as I didn’t want to embarrass her. I could still help, before she completely soaked herself. I went into the Play store to download the app and it installed, thankfully, very quickly. But when I opened it, I realised I didn’t know the servers settings. Damn! I spent ages finding the university pages that have the login information. I was a little distracted by Rebecca who despite her predicament, kept laughing to herself. I finally managed to get the settings right and logged into my email The next task was to find the code. I realised I had thousands of emails but had no idea what the subject, sender or keywords should be for the search. I tried so many combinations but couldn’t find it. I told Rebecca that I was really sorry but couldn’t find the code to get in the building and that we should look for the other nearest toilet. As I said it though, I realised I had no idea where that would be exactly. She said “Don’t worry, I’ve already kinda wet myself”. She asked if I could keep a look out (for people presumably), pulled up her dress and crouched down in front of me. I know I should have looked away but I just couldn’t. I watched as she peed so forcefully through her white lace trimmed, red panties. The hissing was unreal and the force so strong that the pee rebounded from the concrete steps and splashed my shoes. I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t believe what I’d seen. I was partly aroused and partly confused. I kept saying I was so sorry for not being able to open the door but she just laughed it off. I stared at her while she ‘dripped off’ but then suddenly thought about the code again. I went to my emails and sorted by date so it showed the oldest ones first. Sure enough within a few scrolls I’d found it. Not easy to have found by conventional searches as it was a 4 digit code sent with no accompanying message for ‘security’. I told her I’d found it and asked if she wanted to clean and warm up inside. She said yes. But when I looked at the code properly I was incredibly confused. It was the same as I’d entered before. Huh? I apologised again and said I couldn’t get in for some reason. She said never mind before taking her knickers off and throwing them into a bush. I insisted I walked her home and we had a good laugh about the situation, although the closer we got to her residence I realised the more embarrassed she became. When we got to her place I wished her good luck and casually said see you around. She thanked me for walking her back and talking to her and I headed off. I was nearly back at my car at this point but I walked all the way back to my building. But I wasn’t interested in accessing it. I went straight up to the bush and picked up the knickers. They were obviously soaking, but I put them in my pocket and took them home - a reward for actually trying to help. The next day I called security who told me that my out of hours privileges had been revoked simply because I hadn’t used it since I started my position. It had ‘timed out’. My experiment was ruined too, but guess what - it didn’t care :) For those who are interested this is the second wetting I’ve seen on this campus. The first was when I was a student myself when two incredibly drunk girls peed themselves deliberately in front of me - and were absolutely delighted with their actions. I have other second hand stories as well from my time here, but I guess that is normal when you mix students and alcohol! Have a great day.
  13. Today is your first day at your new school. You graduated high school and you are going to college for an engineering degree. You wake up late, and realize that you only have 15 minutes to make it across campus to class! You can feel a slight need to pee, but you're also quite hungry, and you reeeeally need a shower. Time to prioritize! A] Take a quick shower and throw on some sweats, barely making it to class in time B] Drop by the grab and go for some fruit on your way to class, again barely making it in time. C] Use the bathroom and leave for class, arriving early enough to get a good seat in the front.
  14. Here are some various desperation sightings from my time at University in a large city in the UK. Some of these are ones which I might have posted before in a few different threads, and there are also some new ones as well, enjoy! I’ll start with this one because it was by far the best sighting I had during Uni. During a 2 hour lecture I was sat next to a friend, a gorgeous Irish girl in her early 20s with brown hair, wearing a cute flowery dress and black tights. At the start of the lecture I noticed that she had a 1 litre bottle of water on the desk in front of her, which was already nearly half empty. During the first hour she kept taking frequent sips, and it was almost empty by the time the halfway point in the lecture came (where we would normally have a quick break). I noticed that she was now starting to fidget around for a bit, shifting position in her chair and bouncing her legs, resting her hands in her lap. It definitely looked like she had to pee, as she was biting her lip and seemed to be eagerly awaiting the break. However, for this particular lecture we had a guest lecturer, and it seemed as though we weren’t going to get a break after all as he just carried on speaking. The girl next to me was looking worried and had began to fidget around quite a bit, crossing and uncrossing her legs and sighing under her breath. After another 15 minutes, he eventually asked us if we wanted a quick break, but also mentioned that he’d nearly finished the lecture and so if he carried on without a break, we could leave early. ‘So what should we do, quick break?’ he asked, at which point the girl next to me nodded and said ‘yeah’ under her breath, standing up from her chair and smoothing down her skirt, looking like she was dying to get out of the room and get to a toilet. Just then, the main lecturer interjected and said that he may as well carry on as he was close to the end anyway. This was bad news for the desperate girl, as she gave a little frustrated sigh and sat back down, turning to me with a worried look on her face. ‘I need to pee!’ she whispered, leaning forwards in her seat with her hands in her lap, looking down the row of seats. She was clearly considering leaving but as we were sat right at the end, nearest to the wall, there was no way that she could leave without disturbing everyone else in the row. The rest of the lecture lasted about 20 minutes, during which time the girl next to me was getting more and more desperate, and finding it harder and harder to sit still. At one point she pressed both hands hard into her lap, squirming in her chair and blowing air through her lips, frantically jiggling her legs. Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked as though she was getting close to wetting herself. As the lecturer began to sum up, she quickly packed away her notepad and pens, before sitting right on the edge of her seat, jiggling her knees and starting intently at the lecturer, gritting her teeth. She had given up trying to concentrate on making notes and was instead completely focused on holding in her pee for just a few more minutes. At the same time, I noticed that my friend sat on the other side of me, an absolutely stunning tall slim blonde girl, also seemed to be having difficulty sitting still. She had her legs crossed and was bouncing them constantly, occasionally uncrossing them, shifting around in her seat before re-crossing them the other way, biting her lip while continuing to bounce her legs. I was sure that she had to pee as well, and pretty badly going by how much she was fidgeting. The lecturer droned on and on, and by now the Irish girl was practically bouncing in her seat. I heard her mutter ‘oh my god’, sighing in frustration as she continually tapped the palm of the hand against her jiggling thighs. Finally, the lecture ended and she was first out of her seat, but as she couldn’t get past she had to wait for everyone in our row to leave first. As we waited, she was dancing from foot to foot, barely able to conceal how badly she had to go. ‘God I wish they’d hurry up, I really need to pee. I’ve honestly never needed to go this badly before’ she said quietly, looking anxiously down the row while resting a hand gently on her bladder. The stunning blonde girl who had been sat next to me overheard her and turned around biting her lip. ‘Same here, I thought he’d never stop talking’ she said laughing, crossing her legs. Eventually, we got out of the lecture room and both girls walked quickly towards the toilets. I was sitting next to another friend of mine (a gorgeous Indian girl) in another 2 hour long lecture. She was finishing off a large hot chocolate she’d been drinking before the lecture. About half way through the fire alarm went off and we all had to stand outside for a few minutes. While we were standing outside I noticed that she kept crossing her legs every so often, shifting her weight from foot to foot a lot. After we got back inside and restarted the lecture, I heard her whisper to another friend of ours ‘I need a wee’. A little while later I glanced across at her and noticed that she was jiggling her legs around a lot and was biting her nails. As I watched her she leaned forward in her seat and bit her lip, glancing across at me and flashing me a cute but pained smile. She was really fidgety for the rest of the lecture, and when it was finally over a small group of us stood around chatting for a while. My friend wasn’t saying much, but she was very fidgety and kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, jiggling up and down a bit, biting her lip and kept glancing around to try and see where the toilets were. Just as we were leaving another friend of ours asked her ‘I’m just gonna go and try to find to find the toilets if you wanna come?’ and she nodded gratefully before they both hurried off. I also saw this same Indian girl desperate during a uni night out at a nightclub. I was waiting at the bar when I felt somebody tickling my sides and I turned around to see her standing behind me with her friend (a beautiful mixed race girl). I hugged her and asked if they wanted a drink. She shook her head and started doing a really cute pee dance, bouncing up and down saying ‘Maybe later but right now I really need to go for a wee!’ They then both hurried off to the toilets. She told me later on that they’d had pre-drinks at her house before sitting on a bus for ages to get to the club, before having to wait in the queue to get in while they were both ‘desperate for a wee’. At a party one night in a large house next door to my student halls, there was only one bathroom available for guests which lead to some good sightings. After a few drinks I thought I better go for a pee, only to find a queue of about 8 people waiting to get into the loo. I joined the back of the queue behind a cute, curvy black girl, who had just joined the queue and was clearly quite desperate to go as she was already dancing from foot to foot with still a good few minutes to wait for her turn. She turned around to me and asked me if I knew if there were any other toilets, and I said I didn’t. She moaned and said ‘I need a weeeee!’, before spotting one of the hosts. She asked her if there were any other toilets and the host said she had an en-suite bathroom which she could her use if she was really desperate. The desperate girl said ‘Oh thank god!’ and ran upstairs. A bit later, I had just finished peeing when I heard frantic knocking on the bathroom door. As I washed my hands I heard the knocking again, louder than before. I opened the door to find an attractive blonde girl shouting ‘Sorry! I’m going to wet myself!’ and already undoing her jeans as she rushed past me into the toilet. She apologised to me later, saying that wouldn’t normally knock like that but she had been DJing and had waited too long before going to the loo. Later on in the evening I went to the bathroom only to find it occupied with a gorgeous, slim dark haired French girl wearing a short skirt, black tights and heels, standing outside the door with her legs crossed. We knew each other as she lived in the same student halls as me, so we started chatting. As we talked she kept her legs really tightly crossed and kept glancing impatiently at the toilet door. After about five minutes she turned her attention to the locked door, sighed in frustration and uncrossed her legs, bobbing on the spot and stamping her foot before recrossing her legs the other way. She complained about how long they were taking and told me that she’d been stood there waiting for so long and really needed to pee. She was rosy-cheeked and flustered and was clearly reaching her limit. After a couple more minutes of leg crossing and bouncing, the door opened and two girls came out, one of them explaining that her friend was upset and had been crying, apologising for keeping us waiting. The French girl said it was OK and hurried inside, coming out a couple of minutes later with a big smile on her face, looking very relieved! I was waiting for a friend outside a building on campus, where two girls were stood nearby chatting. One of them, a cute blonde wearing tight jeans had her legs very tightly crossed and her arms folded, listening to her friend telling her about something that happened over the weekend. She seemed very distracted, and kept glancing towards the door to the building, occasionally bending her knees slightly, keeping her legs crossed. At one point her friend said something to make her laugh, and she bent forwards at the waist, hands on her thighs, biting her lip with her legs still tightly crossed. After a couple of minutes she clearly couldn't wait anymore, and looking very embarassed she said to her friend 'Back in a sec, I'm just gonna go and pee, I've been waiting too long' and walked quickly into the building biting her lip. In a 2 hour long computer lab, I was talking to a friend of mine (short, curvy and very cute) and noticed that she was getting a bit fidgety. There was an empty bottle of coke on the table which she’d been drinking so she was obviously getting desperate to pee. During a break in the convo she quickly said ‘ooh I really need the toilet, back in a sec’ and walked quickly out of the lab. She came back within a couple of minutes looking worried. As she walked towards me she bit her lip and said ‘they were closed’, bobbing up and down desperately before taking her seat. There was still about 40mins of the lab to go and she couldn’t sit still for a second, swinging around on her chair, crossing and uncrossing her legs, bouncing her knees around and jiggling her crossed ankles under the chair. When we were walking out of the lab she said ‘I really wish the toilets were open’. She had a long bus ride home which must have been torture, when I texted her later asking ‘did you make it? :P’ she replied ‘yeah, thought I was gonna wet myself on the bus tho!’. I also saw this same girl desperate during an event where we were in the same project group, presenting our work to representatives from various employers. We’d been presenting for about an hour and a half, and it was getting close to the lunch break when I noticed that she kept fidgeting around, shifting from foot to foot, pacing back and forth and glancing towards the toilets. I mentioned that I hoped we’d be finished soon because I needed to pee, she laughed and said ‘Same here!’, crossing her legs and bobbing before resuming her pacing back and forth. After a few more minutes of fidgeting, the session was over and she hurried straight to the toilets, which luckily for her were very close by. While I was working in a small shop in the city centre, 2 attractive women in their 20s came in to browse. One of them, a cute blonde wearing glasses, kept glancing around the shop, biting her lip. Whenever they stopped to look at something, she would immediately cross her legs, or sometimes bend one knee towards the other, bobbing up and down slightly. She was clearly desperate to pee, and I couldn’t help but watch her. After a while, she caught me looking at her bouncing on the spot with her legs crossed, and she quickly looked away, looking embarrassed. I didn’t know why she didn’t say anything to her friend, but I guess she was just shy. They left the shop a little while later. Another time while working in the shop, 2 attractive girls came in, in their late teens/early 20s. One of them was constantly crossing her legs whenever they stopped walking. As they left I heard her saying to the other one ‘I really need a wee, can we try to find the toilets?’ and they hurried off towards the shopping centre nearby. On a night out with friends, we were heading to a club after leaving a bar, all of us pretty drunk. It was only a short walk and on the way there one of my friends (a cute, curvy Irish girl) kept saying things like ‘Oh god I really need a wee’, ‘I need a wee so bad’, ‘I think my bladder’s gonna burst’, I’m gonna wet myself’. She was obviously really desperate, we’d been pre-drinking at my place before the bar, and she didn’t use the toilet while we were there, nor had I seen her use the toilet at the bar. I’d pissed twice in that time and she hadn’t gone once, and we’d all been drinking loads. We passed an alley and she said ‘I really just want to go down there and pee’ but we kept walking. There was a short queue to get into the club and she was stood in front of me, legs crossed, resting a hand on her bladder with a tense expression on her face, not saying anything and clearly concentrating fully on holding onto her pee for just a few more minutes. Finally she got inside, bouncing up and down on the spot with her thighs pushed together as she paid her entry fee, before practically running to the toilets, not waiting for anyone else. She appeared a bit later with a relieved smile on her face. I asked her if she felt better and she laughed and said yes, then told me that she had never been so close to wetting herself! Nearing the end of an hour long lecture, a cute blonde girl sat a few seats away from me was clearly getting desperate to pee. She’d been drinking from a 1 litre water bottle throughout the lecture and by now it was nearly empty. She was tapping her feet, bouncing her legs, and fanning her knees in and out, resting her hands in her lap. With about 10 mins to go she kept glancing at the clock, looking tense. When the lecture finally ended she hurried out, saying to her friend 'I'm just gonna go to the loo, I'm desperate for a wee!' before walking quickly to the toilets. I was standing in the corridor of my student flat chatting to someone when I heard somebody hurrying up the stairs. The door at the far end banged open and one of my flatmates, a slim attractive girl in her early 20s with shoulder length blonde hair came rushing down the corridor towards us, looking frantic, her cheeks flushed. She stopped when she saw us to say hi, but she could hardly stand still. After a few quick words she said breathlessly ‘Back in a sec, I’m BURSTING for a wee’ while bending one knee towards the other, leaning forwards slightly. I tried to stall her by asking her about her day, and she stopped mid-stride, turning around to me with her legs tightly crossed, biting her lip. ‘Yeah it was OK, sorry I’ll talk more in a sec I just really have to go’. She walked quickly to her room and unlocked the door, legs tightly crossed, before hurrying inside for a wee. She told me afterwards that she’d been ‘desperate for a wee all afternoon’ but hadn’t had a chance to go. While standing outside my apartment building waiting for a friend, there were three attractive Indian girls stood nearby chatting. I noticed one of them couldn’t stand still for a second, constantly dancing from foot to foot and crossing her legs tightly. She kept looking at the door to the building, clearly waiting for someone to come down and let them in. At one point she said ‘ooh I wish she’d hurry up, I really need to wee’ and bent forwards with her legs crossed, much to the amusement of her friends who were laughing at her constant fidgeting and dancing around. After a couple of minutes, during which time she kept up her pee dancing and leg crossing routine, their friend opened the door and called over to them. The desperate girl practically ran inside, telling her friend that she was ‘dying to wee’ and pleading with the other two girls to hurry up. I was waiting at a bus stop when I saw a group of people on a campus tour, being shown around the area by a student of the university. I noticed that one of them, a girl about 20 years old with curly brown hair, stood near the back of the group, absolutely could not stand still. She was constantly bouncing her legs, tapping the heel of her boot on the floor while pressing her hand on her thigh. She was looking worriedly at the guy giving the tour, and kept glancing around as if she was looking for somewhere to go. She kept shifting position, shifting her weight from foot to foot and occasionally resuming her foot tapping. Just as the group began to move on, she hurried up to the guy giving the tour and thanked him before saying she had to go, walking quickly off in the direction of the main campus building where there are toilets. These campus tours can often last over an hour and they give out free tea and coffee before hand, so I'm sure she was dying to go for a pee but couldn't hang on for the remainder of the tour. This one happened a few days later. While standing outside the library speaking on the phone, I saw another group on a campus tour who stopped near to where I was standing while the girl leading the tour spoke about the library. Again, one girl in particular seemed to be feeling the need to pee. She was short, cute, looked about 18 years old with dyed reddish-brown hair. She was standing with her arms folded and her legs very tightly crossed, and occasionally she would bounce up and down slightly on the spot. After a while she uncrossed her legs and shifted from foot to foot, kicking up her heels behind her, before bouncing on the spot again and recrossing her legs. The group then moved on, and I saw her glancing towards the library as they left with a worried look on her face. I think she was secretly hoping they'd be shown around the library, which would give her the chance to use the toilets there, but she was left disappointed. Sitting in a 2 hour lecture, towards the end I heard two American girls sat near me talking quietly to each other. One of them said 'I really need to pee, but the toilets here are unisex... it's disgusting'. There was a large, empty bottle of water on her desk. Clearly she had needed to go since the break halfway through the lecture, but couldn't face using the unisex toilets in the building. The other girl laughed and told her to just go. The other girl was pondering leaving but wasn't sure if she should or not. She was watching the lecturer and biting her lip, jiggling her legs with her hands resting in her lap. After a few minutes of this, she said 'I'm gonna go, I can't wait until the end', and quickly packed away her things and left the lecture hall with a tense look on her face. Speaking of the unisex toilets in that building, I was in there having a pee after another lecture when I heard a woman enter the bathroom and say to her friend 'urgh they're unisex'. Her friend laughed and asked her if she was still going to use them, and the girl replied 'I'm gonna have to, I'm bursting' before hurrying into the cubicle next to me. I heard the rustle of clothing and then a long stream of pee, followed by a sigh of relief. One evening I was sat in our living room with some of my flatmates when another flatmate (a really cute, curvy Thai girl) came in for a chat. She looked quite flustered and couldn’t stand still, constantly dancing from foot to foot while chatting to us before admitting to us that she was ‘desperate for a wee’ but that the guy she’d just been on a date with was in her room and she didn’t want him to hear her weeing (all the rooms had en-suite bathrooms with only a thin door for separation). When she admitted this she started to blush, jiggling on the spot and pressing her hands between her thighs. One of the other girls offered to let her use the toilet in her room but she declined, telling us that ‘she would just have to wait’. We saw her again about half an hour later when she came in to get something, and on the way out the door she said ‘I still haven’t had a wee! I’m dying!’, doing a little pee dance before hurrying out. Another evening one of my flatmates invited round some friends from her course for drinks and we were sat around in the living room, drinking and chatting. After a couple of hours I noticed that one of the girls, a gorgeous curvy Italian brunette (I’ll call her J), was getting very fidgety and kept crossing and uncrossing her legs while sitting down on the sofa. She’d had several glasses of wine by that point and I had not seen her leave the room at any point to use the loo. A few minutes later she called over to the host ‘Emma, may I please use your bathroom?’ However, as we were all quite drunk by this point and being very loud, Emma didn’t hear her as she was deep in conversation. J uncrossed her legs and stood up from the sofa, walking over to stand next to me before crossing her legs tightly. She called over to Emma again ‘Emma where’s your bathroom!?’ but still Emma didn’t hear her. J sighed, bouncing on the spot, turning me to me and saying ‘Oh I really need to pee, do you know where the bathroom is?’. I offered to let her use mine and she gratefully accepted, I showed her down the corridor to where my room was and she thanked me again before hurrying inside. During pre-drinks in our flat before a night out, a cute curvy brunette girl kept crossing her legs and fidgeting, before loudly announcing ‘I need a wee again but can’t be bothered’. She spent the next few minutes getting more and more fidgety before basically starting to do the pee dance, saying ‘God I really need to go for a wee before we leave!’ and another girl, a really attractive brunette who was standing with her legs crossed, said ‘Yeah, me too’. A few minutes after, somebody told us that a taxi was on the way and the first girl bobbed up and down, saying ‘Everyone, if you need a wee go now!’ before hurrying out the room to the loo, closely followed by the second girl. During a student careers conference with several long presentations just after lunch, I saw a gorgeous red haired girl sat in front of me crossing her legs and jiggling towards the end of one of the last presentations. She looked quite red-faced and flustered, and there was a large empty coffee cup under her chair so I was sure that she needed to go for a wee. As soon as the speaker finished, the girl shot up out of her seat and hurried out of the room, returning to her seat a few minutes later. She turned to the girl sat next to her and said ‘Oh that’s better!’ with a big smile of relief on her face. Later on after the conference was finished, the group from our uni went for a meal and had a few drinks as well. We then had to get a taxi to the local station before taking a train into central London, then taking the tube to Euston station. By the time we got to Euston it wasn’t long until our train was due to depart, but there was just enough time to some of us to run into a shop and get some more booze for the train journey back up north (typical students!). I was standing outside the shop with a few others and one of the girls, a really cute blonde wearing a pencil skirt and black tights, kept hopping from foot to foot and complaining about how much she needed a wee. Her friend, a pretty brunette who was standing with her legs tightly crossed, said that she did as well but there wasn’t time to go and find the toilets or they’d miss the train. The blonde girl moaned and continued dancing from foot to foot, running a hand over the front of her skirt where there was a definite bladder bulge. I asked her if she was OK and she told me that she wished she was wearing trousers so she could unbutton them! I laughed and ask why, and she just said ‘because I’m desperate for a wee!’ I guessed that the pressure of her full bladder against her tight skirt was making it even harder to wait. We finally got to the train and only just made it on time. Despite being less vocal about how badly she needed to go, the brunette girl was clearly bursting because as soon as we got onto the train she hurried straight into the toilet, not even bothering to find her seat first. Another guy from our uni was next in line, jiggling up and down outside the door. The blonde girl was left dancing from foot to foot, moaning that she was bursting and asking the guy if she could go in front of him. He said no, because he needed to pee really badly as well, but after another minute or so he decided that he couldn’t wait and hurried down the train to look for another toilet. The girl continued to constantly step from foot to foot, bobbing up and down frantically and asking her friend to hurry up! After another couple of minutes her friend came out and the bursting girl rushed in to finally get relief. During ‘Freshers week’ there were always people standing around outside the uni buildings handing out flyers for various club nights and events. I was standing outside one of the main buildings waiting to meet somebody and I noticed that one of the people handing out flyers, a gorgeous blonde girl wearing tight jeans, was constantly dancing from foot to foot and bobbing on the spot. Her friend who was handing out flyers with her asked her why she was dancing and she girl replied that she was ‘dying for a wee’. My friend then arrived and we left, walking past the girl was still dancing around. Similar to the sighting above, I was standing outside the main building talking to someone on the phone when I noticed that a pretty brunette girl handing out flyers couldn’t stand still at all and looked absolutely desperate to go for a wee. She was quite red in the face and was constantly pacing around, sometimes stopping to cross her legs really tightly together and bob on the spot. I then finished my phone call and went back inside, then when I left the building an hour or so later she had gone so I’m guessing she could no longer wait anymore and had left in search of somewhere to pee. Part of Freshers week is the ‘Freshers fair’ where representatives from all the different student societies have a stall in a large hall and you can go around and sign up to various things. At one stall I was chatting to an attractive, curvy Chinese girl from one of the business/management societies who was trying to get me to sign up. The whole time I spoke to her she went from having her legs really tightly crossed to dancing from foot to foot, then back to crossed legs again, then back to dancing. I was sure she was very desperate for a wee, but as she was the only person on the stall she had nobody to cover for her while she went to the loos. A few minutes later we walked past the stall again and the girl wasn’t there, so she must have hurried off for a wee. Watching a film with some of my flatmates I noticed that towards the end, a curvy brunette girl named Steph kept fidgeting around on the sofa and crossing and uncrossing her legs. At one point, one of my other flatmates was filling up a glass of water from the tap and I heard Steph sigh under her breath, jiggling her thighs with her hands pressed between them before quickly recrossing her legs, bouncing her foot. As soon as the film ended she said ‘Oh finally, I can go for a pee now’ and darted out of the room to the loo. Another time I saw Steph while she was working on reception in one of the uni buildings. She was jiggling in her chair and admitted that she was ‘bursting for a pee’ but had to wait for her boss to come back and cover for her. She told me later that she drinks so much water that she always finds herself in that situation and is used to it by now! One evening I went into the living room and was chatting to one of my flatmates (a tall, attractive red-haired girl called Sian) and her friend, a cute brunette called Sophie. They had been drinking so were quite tipsy, and also from the way they were both fidgeting around on the sofa I guessed that they were both really needing a wee but were too busy watching TV to go. At one point they were standing up trying to pour more wine and spilt a load of it on the floor, and they found this so funny that they couldn’t stop laughing. Sian suddenly bent forwards, pressing her hands between her thighs, saying ‘I’m gonna wee myself!’ which made Sophie laugh even more and start hopping up and down on the spot. Sophie then turned and started to hurry out of the room, and Sian asked her where she was going. Sophie replied ‘for a wee!’ and Sian told her to hurry up because she needed to go for one as well. Sian stood there pee dancing and moaning that she was ‘gonna wee herself’ while trying to clean up the spilled wine, before Sophie came back a few minutes later and Sian rushed out to the loo. One morning I attended a presentation/careers event held in a large hall within one of the oldest buildings in the university. Groups of students were stood presenting project work at stands situated around the hall to representatives from various companies. It was getting close to lunchtime and by this point the groups had been presenting for a couple of hours. I noticed that two really cute Asian girls in one of the groups standing near me were both finding it hard to stand still and kept fidgeting and crossing their legs. A bit later on when the lunch break started, I saw both girls walking very quickly out of the hall giggling and moaning to one of their friends about how much they needed a wee. ‘Oh my God where’s the toilets!?’ one of them asked, but their friend said she didn’t know. They went to one end of the corridor and then back again, before being pointed in the right direction by one of the other students. ‘Thanks, we really need a wee!’ one of them said and they hurried very quickly towards relief. At the end of the event, I noticed that one of the university staff helping out with the event, an attractive young Muslim woman, was crossing her legs and jiggling on the spot as she was packing stuff away on one of the stands and talking to one of her colleagues. As her colleague started to walk away to pack up one of the other stands, I heard the woman say to her ‘I really need to go to the toilet at some point as well!’ From the way she was fidgeting around it looked to me like she was really desperate, and had probably been waiting a while but had been too busy so find time to go. After a morning lecture I’d gone with a couple of friends from my course to buy some lunch. One of them, a really cute Asian girl, complained that she had drunk a massive cup of coffee earlier and ‘really needed a piss’ but we told her that it wouldn’t take long to pick up some lunch and then we’d go to the library so she could use the loo there. It took a while to decide what we wanted to eat, then quite a long time to queue and order. We’d ordered paninis and while we were waiting for them to be made, the girl was standing there with her legs crossed looking around impatiently before telling us that she’d meet us at the library because she was ‘actually gonna piss herself’. Her friend told her that it wouldn’t take long for the food to be ready, and the girl sighed and bobbed on the spot, telling us ‘I’m going to make a puddle on the floor if they don’t hurry up’. Eventually the food was ready, and after a short walk to the library the bursting girl hurried straight to the toilets for relief.
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