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Will They Make It? You Decide!


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While I'm still writing You Love Me, Really in the main Fiction section, I wanted to have a go at an interactive story as well. The plan is that every question will be up for at least a while for you to read. The decisions you make will decide whether our character stays dry or has an accident!

Unlike You Love Me, Really, this story will only include messing and sexual content if you want it to. If any chapters contain messing or sexual content, they'll be clearly marked and I'll write them in a way that means you can skip them without missing anything important.

Your first job is to create our protagonist! I would like you to give me their:

- First name (somewhat sensible please! I'll pick my favourite, unless one gets more votes than the others)
- Gender (no restrictions at all)
- Age (but please, no younger than the legal age of consent in most of the world, 18)
- Where and when they live (doesn't have to be modern earth- you can also give me their occupation if you like)
- Any defining physical or personality traits you really want to see
- Bladder size (are they accident-prone? do they rarely get desperate?)

I'll use your responses, fill in the gaps and write the first part soon! Thanks for reading!
 

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Hopefully I've reached a good middle ground with the character! All three responses wanted a woman with an average age of just under 21 and a small bladder. I've taken @Babedut123's character name (Riley), @Nagito's location and @Terror of torn's liking of thighs. 

These chapters are going to be far shorter than I'm used to- hopefully they don't feel rushed. Let's go!

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"At least let me buy you a drink".

Riley sighed, unable to hide a small smile. Already halfway through her year living in Osaka, she'd so far been determined not to get too attached to any of the people she met there. But Ryo was persistent- and cute. He had a charisma to him that Riley found hard to resist, and never seemed concerned that any potential relationship between them was limited by her imminent return home. Ryo was all about the here and now, and Riley couldn't help being infected by his enthusiasm. 

They were having this conversation in a pleasant café just off the Makio River, a twenty-minute walk from Riley's apartment. Often, she would stop there with her laptop to study, and sometimes Ryo would join her, in one of the few quiet places in the City. Usually their dialogue was platonic and polite, switching between Japanese and English on occasion, but every now and then Ryo would turn on the charm. Riley was lousy at hiding her enjoyment of his flirtatiousness, and she knew it.

Today, though, she was reluctant to drink anything more. For the two decades of her life, Riley had always been cursed with a tiny bladder. Fluids tended to go straight through her. Usually, this was OK- the café was less than half an hour from home, and if Riley left right after finishing her drink, she'd be on the toilet long before things got desperate. But on this Wednesday afternoon, she'd already had the single cup of coffee she restricted herself to with each visit, and any more might give her cause for regret. And yet... Ryo was good to talk to, made her laugh and cared about her. Surely one more couldn't hurt?

"Okay," conceded Riley in Japanese, "one drink, but then I have to head home".

"Fine, if you insist," Ryo teased, "what do you want?"

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What should Riley order?

Choose a size: Small, Regular, Large, Extra-Large

Choose a drink: Coffee, Tea, Lemonade, Water

Thanks for reading?

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So, counting upvotes from people who aren't me as an extra vote, here we are:

3 votes for large, 2 for regular, 1 for extra large.
2 votes for lemonade, 1 for coffee, 1 for tea, 1 for water, 1 for iced tea mixed with lemonade. 

Let's go!

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"I'll have a lemonade, please," she told him in Japanese. 

"What size? You can get a large for an extra hundred Yen," Ryo offered. Riley smiled and politely, if a little recklessly, told him that a large lemonade sounded perfect. 

"It would be rude not to go large for that price," she agreed, caught up in his enthusiasm once again. He winked at her and disappeared to the bar. 

But by the time Ryo returned holding two huge glasses of Lemonade, Riley was already starting to regret her decision. Such a volume of fluid was guaranteed to hit her petite bladder hard, especially considering that she was already holding one hastily-swallowed cup of coffee. To make matters worse, she knew from experience that few drinks went through her faster than lemonade. These were not things she'd considered when Ryo had asked what she wanted. It had just happened to be the first thing that popped into her head. Now that her friend had paid for the glass, Riley knew she had no choice but to drink it- anything else would be impolite, even though her bladder would surely pay the ultimate price. I'd better drink it quickly and make an excuse before I have to pee too bad, she decided. 

Seeing no option other than to finish the drink within a few minutes so that she could get home as soon as possible, the young woman practically gulped down the lemonade. In between heavy sips, the semi-flirtatious conversation flowed back and forth from Riley to Ryo, switching between languages comfortably. Once her glass was drained, and long before her companion had even emptied half of his, Riley grabbed her bag and stood up. Immediately, she realised she had to use the bathroom. There was at least a litre of pee sloshing around in her already-small bladder, weighing down on her, warning her of impending trouble. It was a sensation that Riley was all too familiar with; she knew that the urge would rapidly descend into a need, then desperation, and before long a full-blown emergency. She had to get home- soon

"Well, thank you for the drink, Ryo. I really should head home now". He stood, kissed her on the cheek and wished her a good evening. Riley felt bad about rushing out so soon, but if Ryo was upset, he didn't show it- and worry was beginning to set in about how long she had before that lemonade hit her. The walk to the café door was all Riley needed to truly understand how severe the situation was. Already, fidgeting and squirming were beginning to become tempting as the bodily desire to empty the bladder grew ever stronger. 

Riley had a decision to make. Walking home would take twenty difficult minutes, but she would still have the option of ducking down a side-alley or into a public toilet if there was absolutely no other choice. The subway would be faster, yet more crowded, and there would be stairs involved- something that Riley didn't look forward to when she needed the bathroom. Alternatively, she could grab a taxi, but that was the biggest risk of them all- it should be a five-minute drive, but if the traffic was unkind she could be stuck for half an hour, and losing control would mean ruining the car seat. Subconsciously, Riley reached down and gave her crotch a quick, reassuring squeeze. However she was going to get from where she was to her private flat toilet, she needed to make a choice quickly. 

How should Riley get home?

Choose from: Walking, Subway (Train) or Taxi

Thanks for reading!

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Cursing her luck, Riley dashed down the steps and into the subway, praying that a train would be around soon. She had an Icoca card, meaning tickets weren't a problem, but even a few minutes waiting on the platform could be the difference between making it and not. By the time Riley reached the platform, things were starting to get very worrying. The steps had her pee even harder to hold, with all the bouncing movement weakening her bladder. No train yet. 

Trying to distract herself, Riley looked up and down the platform, which was fairly quiet at this time of day. There were a handful of other people waiting for the train alongside Riley, but none quite as impatient as she. If they had looked closely at the short blonde woman who had just arrived, they would have noticed the way she began to fidget. Her left hand seemed to keep drifting subconsciously to her crotch, sometimes fiddling and tugging with the fold of fabric at the front of her white jeans like a small child who needed the bathroom. Riley's legs were also unusually close together, thighs definitely squeezing tight, rubbing against one another as she squirmed as subtly as possible. 

Silently, Riley was really getting worried after the third minute without a train passed. She had always been an accident-prone girl. That came with being very short, very small and having a tiny bladder. Although she wasn't incontinent, her bladder certainly seemed more likely to slip up than was normal. Desperation towards the end of a day at work or school had always been common for Riley, and often she'd have a few leaks or dribbles in her underwear by the time she made it home. Sometimes laughing too hard got her as well. And of course there had been some big accidents- more than a few, to tell her truth, several dozen over the last few years. But it wasn't something she could help; Riley was simply not great at making it to the toilet on time, and that was something she'd come to accept.

That didn't mean she wasn't absolutely determined not to wet herself here, in a foreign country, at her age. Finally, once the train had arrived and Riley gingerly stepped aboard, she gave in to her urges to start holding openly. After all, a few people seeing her squirming and writhing like a toddler was surely better than a lot of people seeing her with an obvious wet patch over the front of her jeans. She was acutely aware of a few strange glances from the other passengers at the sight of a young American woman grabbing her crotch on the tube, but Riley couldn't afford to care too much. Even as her cheeks burned red, she told herself that it didn't matter how she held it, as long as she got home dry. 

A sudden jolt almost knocked Riley off her feet. Train stoppages were unusual in Osaka, but there was no mistaking the feeling of the subway train slowing down rapidly. Within ten seconds they were at a stop, and Riley didn't need to look out the window to confirm that they were nowhere near a platform. She groaned inwardly- a delay was the last thing she needed right now. The shock of the stop had sent another strong wave of desperation through her body, spasming her bladder. It had been just ten minutes or so since finishing the drink, but already Riley felt as though she was running out of time. An announcement from the tannoy rang through the carriage, and Riley had to concentrate to understand the Japanese.

"We are sorry for the delay. This is due to a broken-down train at the next station. Your estimated waiting time is ten minutes". 

"Fuck!! Riley muttered, barely realising she'd spoken out loud. This was really bad. In ten minutes she might still be holding on, but there was a good chance that that would be too long for her tortured bladder. The good news was that her apartment was just a minute or so away from the station, but she had to make it out of this tube train first. There were no toilets on board- she knew that for certain. Unable to stand the stares of people on her desperate body any longer, she started to head into the next carriage, which she hoped would be quieter and perhaps less judgemental. 

"Stop staring!" she hissed at one man she walked past, "can't you see it's an emergency?". She was gone before she could see his reaction. To Riley's amazement, the next carriage was totally empty. While the car she'd been in had had four or five others in, now she was completely alone. This gave her some solace, but it was short-lived as another sharp pang in her abdomen told her she was likely not far from wetting herself. That was when an idea came to her. Although it was something Riley would usually never, ever even consider, desperate times called for desperate measures. She could easily pee here. In the carriage. It was risky, sure, but what choice did she have? The seats would hopefully soak it up, or the waterproof floor could prove a useful toilet. Riley knew it was an incredibly dirty thing to contemplate. And yet... it seemed more appealing than wetting her panties. 

What should Riley do?

Try and hold on and make it back to the apartment

- Pee on the floor and hope the security camera/other passengers don't catch her

- Pee on a seat and hope the security camera/other passengers don't catch her

- Give up and pee in her jeans

- Return to the other carriage 

- Any other idea you might have!

Thanks for reading!

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Despite a last-minute vote from @ed2, looks like 'try to hold on' has narrowly won the vote! Let's go!

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I can't just pee in a train. What if other people see me? Riley's head was spinning as she reluctantly took a seat near the door. Her bladder pounded uncomfortably in her lower belly. It felt as though the first of the pee was already sitting in her tightly-clenched crotch, just waiting for her urethra to open so that it could start a flood. She was in for a bad ten minutes. 

One nervous glance around confirmed that the carriage was still completely empty. There didn't seem to be any cameras either- not that they would have been enough to stop her from unbuttoning her jeans and slipping one hand down the front. Skin-on-skin, her crotch felt warm, sweaty. Was it her imagination, or was she quivering from the desperation? No time to worry about that. She could only afford to focus on one thing- staying dry. Feeling the flush of shame crawl up her neck and into her cheeks, Riley turned and stared out of the window, into the pure oblivion of the subway tunnel. In the blackness, her reflection floated on the glass like a ghost. Colour grew in patches of pale skin, a tomato shade that etched the effort of keeping it in across her face. Riley could only pray that nobody walked in and saw her there, hand down her panties- she wasn't confident that she had the vocabulary to explain in Japanese that she wasn't masturbating, she was just busting to pee. An indecency arrest was not going to make things any easier. 

Riley slipped her phone out of the pocket of her jeans, struggling briefly to wiggle it free of the tight fabric. No signal- of course- but the clock showed her that it had been around nine minutes since the train had left the platform by the café. That was surely evidence that she was very close to home. This knowledge gave Riley just a tiny bit of hope, but it was precious little comfort considering just how dire the situation between her legs was getting. At this stage, any sense of decency had been discarded, and the young woman wasn't just squeezing herself- she was kneading her vagina, constantly moving her fingers and rubbing her palm hard, as if she was working a difficult ball of dough. It was the only way to stop the litres of wee in her bladder from simply dribbling out. And Riley knew from experience that dribbles would quickly become a stream. On another day, at another time, this would probably have felt good, naughty, even. But today it was nothing more than an absolute necessity to save her underwear. 

After several agonising minutes, a familiar chime made Riley jump. She had completely zoned out, determined not to think about her bladder at all if possible. But the loud noise came as a shock and she couldn't stop her body from responding. A hotness- a wetness- spread across her smooth palm while her entire body tensed up. It ran downwards, splitting into individual rivulets that trickled down her fingers and halfway into her pussy.

"We are sorry for the delay," came the robotic Japanese voice, "we are now ready to resume your journey".

It took Riley a few seconds to absorb this information. She had leaked- there was no denying it, the evidence was currently being squeezed into her labia- but it had been just a leak. With a great deal of panicked effort, she'd managed to stop the spurt after half a second and regain some semblance of control over her bursting bladder (not that that would last very long). So, the bad news was that these panties were probably not going to survive the rest of the trip. The good news was that they were about to start moving- yes, there it was, the train had slowly churned back into action- and soon be at the station. 

The feeling of the tube train starting to slow again was a wonderful thing to Riley. She gazed eagerly out of the window, waiting for the glorious sight of the black tunnel turning into the fluorescent glow of open station. Shakily, she got to her feet, unable to wait for a complete stop. Riley knew that her body had to be waiting by the doors the moment they opened. There was simply no time to waste. Unburying her hand from her crotch was a near-impossible task, but the lack of other options meant she forced herself to get the jeans buttoned back up. The only way Riley knew how to compensate from the removal of her squeezing hand was by slipping into what her mother would have called a 'potty dance'- squirming and wriggling all over the place, legs unable to keep still, crossing over one another as both arms flirted temptingly with a quick squeeze between the legs. 

Riley stumbled out of the train and onto the cold, flat stone. In front of her were two options- neither appealing. To Riley's left was a long, wide staircase that led up onto the street. At least fifty steps, it was certain to torture her bladder in a way that she may not be able to withstand. To her right was an elevator, but that was perhaps just as much of a risk. The old, unreliable thing was known to break down with passengers at least a few times a week. If it was stranded for even a few minutes, or if the wait for the lift was long, there was no way her jeans would stay white. Neither option was without some reliance on luck- but whatever she was going to do, the decision couldn't wait. It was do or die time. 

What should Riley do?

Risk the stairs

- Risk the elevator

- Give up and pee in her jeans

- Give up, squat and pee in the corner

Thanks for reading!

 

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