redlaw 132 Posted December 23, 2020 Popular Post Share Posted December 23, 2020 (edited) This was supposed to be a flashback chapter to fill in some detail about the world as part of my other story about the knight Charlotte, which can be found here, but I decided to make her wake up desperate in the morning and wrote out a big story just for that one part of the day, which I then couldn't decide how to end so I decided to write a few branches, and before long, I ended up with 30 pages of different ways she could have an accident or barely make it. Thus, I decided I'd make the flashback into a separate topic and link to it from the original. It should serve fine as a stand-alone story anyway, there's no stuff from the originals you need to know except some basic stuff about the setting that doesn't really change much. The different arcs have been organised using quotes, as well as having a heading that indicates their place in the story. The indentation I used in open office didn't copy over right though and I've already proofread the entire thing too many times so it might be wrong. Regarding canon with my other story, [Dress Route > Remove Panties], [Trousers Route > Ask For Help] and [Skirt Route > Use Men's Room] definitely happened in some form (though not necessarily exactly as told) and the other stories also may have happened (again not necessarily exactly as told), or not, either case will be consistent with the canon. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Princess Lily's Eventful Morning The red rays of the morning sun shone through the curtains, dulled to a muted glow by the thin fabric. A light breeze rippled across them, sending a cascade of shadows moving through the expansive bedroom. An ornate desk sat beneath the window, its emptiness contrasting the scratched surface that indicated heavy use. Against the south wall rested a large chest of drawers, accompanied by a free-standing mirror in the south-east corner. The main feature of the room, a large four-poster bed, was placed against the north wall, taking up a significant fraction of the room's floor space. The figure of a young woman lay haphazardly among the sheets of the bed, her nudity revealed by her restless motions in the night. Her strawberry blonde hair lay messily around her, sparkling slightly in the light of the dawn. The slightly pointed ears and total lack of body hair served as subtle indicators of distant elven ancestry – a common feature among Floradene nobles and commoners alike. Laying loosely in the foetal position, she shifted slowly, a hand meandering toward her crotch, stopping just short as her motions slowed. She maintained this position for a few minutes, before suddenly straightening her leg and jerking the hand the rest of the way. Her awareness slowly gathered, and she pressed lightly against her vulva as discomfort worked its way into her consciousness. The sensation of pressure in her lower abdomen built rapidly, and she pulled her legs into her body as she squirmed in discomfort. She rolled over onto her back, moaning quietly as her bladder contracted in response to the jostling. Protruding visibly from her slim body, its subtle roundness was testament to her kidneys' nightly diligence. This was not a comfortable position, and the subtle force of taut skin compressing her swollen organ soon coaxed her into turning the rest of the way, returning to the foetal position, both hands now pressed against her crotch. In spite of her mounting discomfort, she was not yet willing to wake, and she clung to the last vestiges of sleep, squirming as she tried to find a comfortable position to relax into. Slowly but surely, her fidgeting slowed, and she began to doze off, even as her bladder continued its onslaught against her sphincter... Princess Lily jolted awake as a wave of pressure assaulted her. A powerful jet of urine sprayed wildly from between her labia, her foetal position providing it ample space to arc roughly across her sheets. The concentrated liquid immediately stained her white bedclothes, drawing a conical path in the moments it took to move her hands back into position and regain control. A smattering of weaker spurts wet her fingers as she clenched with all her might. The wetness became droplets, which scattered as she struggled out of bed, forming visible yellow circles wherever they landed. Dropping from the mattress, she spurted into her cupped palms as the landing jolted her, quickly launching into a fevered dance. The nearest toilet was only a short distance down the hall, an easy dash even for someone on the verge of an accident. However, the young princess was currently completely naked, and the halls would be host to any number of guards and servants going about their business. The scandal that would arise in her prudish society if she were spotted walking the halls in a state of undress would be ruinous, to the point that it could permanently harm her family's reputation and cost them the throne. And so, she danced over to her chest of drawers, a trail of yellow droplets marking her path. Removing a handkerchief, she carefully wiped away the lingering wetness from the smooth surface of her strained labia and mopped up the rivulets that had begun running down her legs, before shoving her hand back into the drawer and grabbing a matching pair of panties and bra. Logically speaking, it would clearly be better for her not to bother with underwear for that short, urgent journey, but the dignity of the highborn is so often illogical, and forgoing underwear was simply not something a Princess could consider doing. Balancing with her left hand against the drawers, she dropped carefully into a squat, while pressing her damp handkerchief into her crotch with her right and trying to keep her thighs together. She finished the motion by falling back into a sitting position, the sudden jolt sending a splash of urine soaking into the handkerchief. She sat for a moment, stock still, focusing all her energies into closing her floodgates once more. As the flow left off, she launched her legs into fervent motion, angling her body as she resisted a series of waves. With her free hand, she hooked her panties around each foot in turn and slowly began working them up toward her knees by tugging each side alternately a short distance. Upon reaching her knees, the Princess mustered her strength and rolled forward into a squat, jamming her now-free other hand into the handkerchief against her crotch as the roiling ball of urine inside her complained at the motion. Successfully resisting the pressure peak, she was then able to muster enough control to open her legs and quickly pull each side of her panties past her thighs before pressing them back together to assist her distressed sphincter. Gingerly, she relaxed her right hand, leaving the handkerchief where it was, roughly folded against her crotch, held loosely by the panties that were almost in position. As she grabbed the sides of her panties, ready to tug them into their final place, she was assailed by a violent spasm. Her right leg lifted involuntarily as she pulled her panties hard up toward her hips, causing their seat and her handkerchief to dig forcefully into her labia. She bobbed around on one leg, holding her panties taut as the wave continued, her face contorted into a wide-eyed grimace as she strained, desperately trying not to wet her underwear so soon after she put it on. At the peak of the wave, her overfull bladder pumped a forceful spurt of liquid into her sodden handkerchief, fully saturating it. Noting that her underwear was still visibly dry in spite of the sudden loss of control, an idea slowly formed in Lily's overwhelmed mind. Sliding the soaked piece of fabric out from under her panties, she grabbed another handkerchief from the drawer and placed it in the same position, hoping to protect her panties from further minor faux pas. Pulling her panties once again toward her hips, she used the opportunity of the wedgie digging into her to turn her attention to her bra. Deftly slipping it onto her shoulders, she bent uncomfortably, stepping from foot to foot as she reached up her back to clumsily tie the trailing strings together. She returned her free hand to her crotch just in time for a series of waves to batter against her sphincter. Her urethra was stinging from the effort of holding her wee, and the waves that assailed her were getting stronger and more frequent. She was running out of time, but she still had a lot to do before she could make her way toward relief. With no time to waste, she started moving toward her walk-in closet as the waves continued to beat against her opening, grinding her hand into her groin as she lumbered slowly across the room. Suddenly, she was assailed by a particularly strong wave mid-step, and the shock from her foot landing caused a momentary loss of control. A powerful jet of urine sprayed into her handkerchief, so forceful that more spilled out the sides than was absorbed. The split torrent continued for three seconds, cascading down her thighs and leaving a yellow puddle to soak into the carpet beneath her. The Princess used her second ruined handkerchief to wipe down her legs, dropping it into the puddle once she was dry and continuing her journey. Her panties remained visibly dry, but they wouldn't last long without replacement protection. She staggered against the door as she reached her immediate destination, fighting urgently with the fiddly latching mechanism as the pressure built once more. The latch gave, and she fell into the cupboard, angling straight toward a pile of handkerchiefs she kept on a shelf. As she reached out, the pressure began to peak, and in one swift motion, she grabbed a clean square of fabric and shoved it into her underwear just as a thin stream of wee began to flow from her sphincter. She pressed her new handkerchief hard against her urethra, allowing it to stem the flow that she was yet unable to stop. The stream, thin though it was, quickly began to saturate her new handkerchief, and she reached out to the pile with her free hand as she continued to urinate. Grabbing another handkerchief, she brought it up to her crotch where her current handkerchief was still absorbing her accident. As the weak stream continued unabated, she shimmied her panties down a short way to keep them clear of the wetness while she worked to stem the flow. Drops began to form at the edges of her current handkerchief, so she deftly slid the new one into position as she pulled the wet one away, dropping it on the floor. The stream slowly began to wane as she prepared another handkerchief, and by the time she needed to replace it again, her leaking had slowed to barely a trickle. Unfortunately, the minor accident had not served to reduce the pressure – rather, her bladder's contractions increased in frequency as it tried to continue the relief it had now tasted. Still weeing slightly, she pulled her panties back up to hold her slowly filling handkerchief in place as she looked around for something to wear. Fortunately for the leaking princess, tight corsets and complicated laces were not a common part of highborn Floradene attire, so she was free to pick options that were compatible with her hurry and her swollen bladder. Again, logic would dictate that the girl just pick the first thing she sees to throw on haphazardly so she can make her way to the bathroom quickly, but as before, the dignity of the highborn demands that one always be seen to be dressed properly in a complete and matching ensemble, with no allowance made for exigency. She grimaced as she thought, still unable to stop her trickling accident, reaching for one of her white blouses that went with just about everything she owned. As she shrugged it on, a wave of pressure forced one hand down to press hard against her crotch, preventing the trickle from turning back into a stream, but leaving her to awkwardly button the blouse up one-handed while she tried to focus her whirling thoughts into settling on a particular attire. Finishing with her blouse, she reached for yet another handkerchief to replace the one slowly saturating against her crotch, and deftly switched them out once more, leaving the old one on the floor with the others that had begun to stain the carpet where they sat. Leaving both hands in place against her handkerchief, she began marching on the spot as she finished deciding on a suitable attire, her trickling accident slowing to a stop as she considered. There were three main options available to her: she could wear a dress, which would be fairly easy to put on and get off enough to relieve herself, but she wouldn't be able to keep wearing the handkerchiefs in the hallway for fear of one being seen falling out and someone thinking that she was habitually incontinent (a worse outcome even than having a visible accident). She would need to put all her trust in her failing sphincter if she wanted to keep her panties dry, but any accidents would be fairly well hidden underneath the long skirt. she could wear a short skirt with tights, which would be awkward to put on, but fairly easy to get off enough to relieve herself, and would show accidents a bit more visibly than the dress, but it would allow her to continue using her handkerchiefs without risking them falling out. However, Floradene fashion expected skirts to be worn with a suit jacket, and Lily hadn't worn one in years and wasn't sure where she put hers last, so she'd need to spend time trying to find it. she could wear trousers, which would be difficult to put on and remove and would press against her bladder, but would allow her to continue using her handkerchiefs to soak up excess urine. Any accidents would be easily visible when they soak into the tight fabric. Dress Route Quote Having made her decision, Lily pulled open the armoire right before her, selecting a white dress with with a light blue trim. Laying the dress on the low seating in the centre of the room, she stepped carefully over to a low drawer, crouching down to pull it out. A wave of pressure built in response to her shifting weight, causing her to dribble into her handkerchief as she approached the floor. Dropping onto her heel, she ground against it as the wave continued, slowly stemming the leak. Satisfied she was in control, she began to select a white, knitted lace pair of knee length socks from the drawer, but reconsidered at the last moment, and shut the drawer empty-handed. Rising carefully, she turned to a rack of shoes and retrieved a pair of flat-soled black pumps with a tang buckle and strap fastener, and dropped them on the floor near where she planned to sit. Retrieving a spare handkerchief from the pile by the door, she moved to sit beside her dress, lowering herself carefully on account of her bladder's protests. She crossed her legs immediately, feeling the urine slosh toward her struggling exit as she settled into the seat. Taking her first shoe, she slowly leaned forwards, a trickle running into her sodden handkerchief as her swollen organ compressed. Tensing herself, she reached for her foot, sliding the pump on, continuing to wee a little as she fiddled with the fastener. When she leaned back, the pressure released and her trickle slowed to nothingness. She uncrossed her legs, lifting herself up to shift her newly-shod foot beneath her, then dropped onto her heel and ground lightly against it. Her bladder surged once more as she bent over, but her heel-supported sphincter held firm, and she retrieved the second shoe from the floor without incident. She shifted again, sliding the heel out from her crotch and returning the foot to the floor, not confident she'd be able to balance while focusing on fastening her remaining pump. Taking a deep breath, she bent forward cautiously, holding the footwear out before her. Yet again, the pressure spiked as she bent, and with nothing left to help it, her sphincter balked under the pressure and the Princess began to wee forcibly into her already-sodden handkerchief. Feeling the warmth spread rapidly around her crotch, she moved a hand toward her buttocks, pulling a cheek aside to grab at her sphincter from behind. As the leak slowed back to a trickle, she fastened the shoe clumsily, acutely aware of how close her soaked handkerchief was to failing. She straightened up in a hurry, still weeing slightly, and looked down toward her crotch. Droplets had formed at the corners of the handkerchief, and a small wet spot was visible on her panties. The leather cushion was streaked with wetness where the handkerchief had come into contact with it when she bent over. The Princess pulled her panties to the side as she extracted the ruined fabric, preferring that her light drizzle splatter onto the cushions in an arc, rather than wet her underwear further. She pressed her other handkerchief hard against the source of the spray, allowing it to soak up the last of the slowing stream, and fixed its position by returning her panties to their normal state. Rising from the dampened seat, she turned her attention to the dress that lay nearby. She bent unconsciously as she fumbled with the hanger, lifting each knee up to her torso alternately while she disentangled the material. A sudden contraction sent shivers down her spine, and a short spurt of golden wee sprayed from her crotch, soaking into the handkerchief she'd so recently replaced. Waves of pressure continued to assault her as she brought the dress over her head, and a series of short squirts splashed into her handkerchief as she worked the skirt down toward her waist. She poked her hands through the arm holes while the hem descended to the floor, then quickly gathered the skirt in front of her so that she could pass a hand beneath it to press directly against her damp underwear. As she made for the door, she was gripped by a violent contraction, dropping to her knees in pain as a torrent sputtered noisily into her handkerchief, expanding the wet spot in her panties and squeezing out sideways, streaming down her thighs to form puddles on the carpet. Thanks to most of the torrent squirting sideways, the wet spot remained small, and she quickly slid the soaked handkerchief free to protect the panties from further absorption. In that moment, her panicked mind splurted forth a stupid idea that her wee-stained judgment couldn't help but find genius: her panties were already damp, but she had other matching pairs in her dresser. What if, rather than trying to hold on in this pair, she abandoned them now before they took permanent damage and slid on another pair as she was about to leave her room? She'd be able to leak almost without risk as she continued getting ready, seeing as her dress wouldn't get in the way and the carpet already needed replacing due to the stains. At this point, one might be forgiven for questioning the meaning of highborn dignity, or the soundness of the girl's mind, if saving a pair of panties was more important than not weeing all over her bedroom, but traditions are pretty famous for their inflexibility and Her Leakiness isn't exactly blessed with a preponderance of time or the calmness of mind needed to think things through. Give the poor girl a break. Convinced with her own genius, Lily wasted no time in dropping her panties to the floor, awkwardly stepping out of them with her cumbersome shoes, and kicking them into a corner to rescue later. Taking the final handkerchief from the pile, she wiped around her crotch and thighs, drying any droplets or rivulets. As the fabric passed between her labia, an unexpected shock of pleasure rolled through her body, causing her to gasp as her bladder quivered in response and shared its golden excitement with the square of material. With renewed confidence bolstering the strength of her sphincter, Lily waddled woodenly back into her room, thinking she looked elegant, but actually very obviously trying to pretend that she didn't need to press her legs together. Glancing toward her mirror, she started as she beheld the state of her strawberry blonde hair: cowlicks poked out wildly, and her unkempt mane looked more like a bird's nest than a hairstyle. Lifting her comb from its hook by the mirror, she began to attack the matted mess hurriedly, preferring to yank on any tangles rather than slowly work them out. Any damage could be repaired later with magic; right now, she mused, all she needed was a toilet. On that thought, her bladder spasmed furiously, forcing her into a half-squat as she continued trying to tame her hair. The pressure built in intensity as she tugged against a knot, and as her comb came free a hand wandered toward her crotch, stopping short of pressing her dress's material in toward her vulva. Her bladder surged, the pressure reaching a greater peak than ever before, and a frothing stream gurgled past her tortured sphincter, shooting in a short arc to splatter against the carpet in line with her toes. Lily released the comb as a loud hiss filled the room, dropping both hands to her stomach before remembering she couldn't let her dress touch the stream. She settled for pressing both hands against her knees, balling them into fists as she tried to close her floodgates, serendipitously lifting the hem of her dress away from the growing puddle. After about five seconds of clenching every muscle she could still control, the torrent began to sputter to a halt, the last few streams weakening into rivulets that dribbled down her thighs. Bunching her dress up out of the way, Lily surveyed the extensive damage: a large puddle sat between her feet, rippling as excess moisture dripped from her labia; the force of the torrent had pushed the pile of the carpet aside, leaving a furrow with a raised border in the middle of the puddle; and a deep golden stain crept outwards as the puddle slowly soaked into the fabric. Large and humiliating though her accident was, it was still but a tiny fraction of the deluge the young royal longed to jet into her porcelain throne. To her chagrin, the sudden exodus of liquid from her bladder provided no relief, instead sending her bladder into a furor of contractions as it pressed her to add to the pool. Lily held her skirt above her dripping crotch as she grabbed a handkerchief from her dresser, wiping as if she'd just finished relieving herself and was about to go about her day. A short squirt from her sphincter quickly shattered any imaginings that she might be anywhere near done. Retrieving her comb from the spreading puddle, the girl wiped it with the handkerchief and continued pulling at her tangles, noting with disgust that the lingering dampness made for excellent lubrication. Waves of pressure continued to assail her, and she paced awkwardly as she brushed, studiously avoiding the yellow area as her wet pumps spread her pee around the room. The spasms began to peak as she wandered toward her desk, and the Princess felt the need to press something against herself as her hold waned. Lifting her dress, she was about to shove a hand into her crotch, which would slow her brushing, when she got another idea. She stumbled forward toward the corner of the desk, pressing into it crotch-first, and wriggled slightly to bury the edge between her labia. As the pressure peaked once more, she ground against the wood, a thin stream of wee still managing to sputter out and spread across the surface. She continued brushing, the leak soon tapering off to nothingness. Leaving the desk to drip, she returned to her mirror with gorgeous flowing locks, and hung the comb back up, satisfied. As she staggered toward her dresser, a long-overdue thought squeezed its way into her overburdened mind: “is it really wise for me to put on another pair of panties that I'll only ruin? Is a definitely ruined pair of panties really more dignified than no panties and no visible signs of accident?” Dress Route > Remove Panties Quote “Ooh I need to pee so bad, I can't waste time on panties I'll definitely ruin” Lily decided, spraying a line of urine onto her thigh as unintentional punctuation of her answer. A rivulet ran into her shoe as she waddled toward the door leading to the hallway. As she reached out to open it, a series of knocks startled her, causing her to spurt as she stumbled backwards into a cross-legged stance, dampening her pumps' insoles with her trickling surprise. “Your Highness, may I come in? An assassin was spotted scaling the wall of the keep and I am to keep you in my sight until the threat passes.” a voice from behind the door informed matter-of-factly. “Ah, Ser Tamara, I- uh...” Lily glanced behind her at the large yellow puddle in front of the mirror “... I- I was- um... j- just on my way out.” Opening the door a crack, she darted through. A trickle continued to flow down her thigh as she stood before the guard, greeting her with her legs pressed together. This was a disaster. She couldn't let the knight know how badly she needed to wee – the mere mention of such personal needs in polite company was social suicide, and whimsical euphemisms like 'powdering one's nose' and the like did not carry sufficient weight to express emergency during a crisis scenario. The Princess had no choice but to meekly accompany the guard and hope that the assassin could be caught before she had an accident or someone noticed her state of undress. Trapped behind protocol, the princess clung to the one barely formed idea flying around her head: “I was- uh... just on my way to the flower garden t- to tend to the lilies. W- would you accompany me?” the Princess lied nervously, crossing her legs and bending over slightly as pressure assailed her. “Of course – the garden is as safe as any sitting room, enclosed as it is” the knight responded enthusiastically. “P- please, lead the way.” Lily offered, hoping that going behind would make her desperation harder to notice. The guard set off, striding down the hall as the Princess stumbled behind, leaking a trail of droplets onto the patterned carpet. “Your Highness, are you unwell?” the warrior queried, noting how far the young woman was lagging behind. “N- no, Ser Tamara, I'm- uh... just- um... ti- tired” Lily replied haltingly, shuffling exaggeratedly as she found an end to her sentence. “I see” responded Tamara, slowing to match her charge's stumbling pace. The Princess's bedroom overlooked the flower garden, and it was not a long journey to reach the garden, but one big obstacle stood to throw a wrench in the girl's cunning plan: the stairwell. Only one flight of stairs separated Lily's floor from the ground, but the girl was struggling to walk, let alone take a flight of stairs at a reasonable pace with her guard watching. Preoccupied with working out how to take the stairs with a modicum of dignity, the Princess was blindsided by a sudden painful spasm. A sizzling spray of wee hissed out from her hole, shooting between her pressed thighs to splatter against the ground. The girl gasped, falling into a squat as she tried to suppress the fountain before the knight realised what was happening, and a puddle began to form as the stream slowly came under control. “Is someone there?” the guard called, turning toward the timid source of the hiss. “Eep! N- no, I- I just... er... dropped... something” Lily improvised as she weed, explaining why she was on the floor. She made a show of reaching around and looking, never moving as her puddle expanded beneath her dress. “Found it!” she called as the stream slowed to a trickle, rivulets running down her legs as she rose, carefully hiding the accident with her dress until the guard turned. Totally forgetting about the stairs, the Princess continued to stagger along inattentively, slowly forcing back the recently-interrupted leak that still strained against her gates, until she tried to place her foot on thin air, and fell half a foot onto the step. Bending double as hot urine streaked back down her urethra, she tensed every muscle as the fiery fluid strained against her final barrier. “Princess? Why have you stopped?” Tamara queried, confused and worried by her charge's behaviour. “Ah... I... didn't see the steps, and I almost fell. Th- the shock made me dizzy. I- I'm still... kind of drowsy.” the girl replied, continuing to wee her web of deceit. “Please be careful, Your Highness. I don't want to take the blame for you cracking your head on the stairs.” The guard quipped. One by one, the Princess took the stairs slowly, stopping at the landing where the stairwell reversed to wee surreptitiously. A spray of urine that could no longer be denied streamed down her legs as she staggered down from the previous step, and it pooled beneath her as she bent forward, turning away from her guard and pretending to examine the art on the wall while she pulled up the front of her dress and shoved a hand into the folds of her labia. The urine flowed through her fingers, slowing to a trickle as she massaged her sphincter. She let her dress drop and continued down the stairs, spurting each step, until reaching the ground, where she stopped for a moment to wipe her hand on a nearby curtain and muster the ragged remains of her control. A breeze tickled the Princess's bare crotch as they approached the garden. Droplets scattered in the wind as her dress billowed, the light mist blowing against the soft fabric, wetting it imperceptibly. The back of her skirt rose behind her, threatening to reveal her bare rump to the world as the front was blown tight against her legs. Her bladder spasmed at the sensation, and Lily felt a column of liquid squeeze toward her strained sphincter. Hastily, she disentangled the flapping skirt, freeing a path for the inevitable leak. The breeze began to grow into a gust, and as she tugged the fabric away, she weed into the wind, the stream blowing backward to spray into the air, only missing her dress because it had blown horizontal and her naked buttocks, thrust out in desperation, were on display to the empty hallway. The wind left off and her dress dropped, the caress of it settling against her buttocks alerting her to the possible wardrobe malfunction. Her hands shot to her rear as she looked around behind her in a panic, settling slightly at the emptiness of the corridor. The garden was just ahead, and the Princess shivered in anticipation of the relief that awaited her. Her thinking was thus: if she abandoned the idea of going properly in a toilet, any other way of relieving herself indoors would eventually become obviously attributable to her. She'd been lucky thus far that the halls had been almost empty and she'd been able to leave a leaky trail without being noticed; if she continued wandering around the corridors, she'd be discovered before even putting a dent in the ocean inside her, and if she just stopped and let it all out, the puddle would quickly expand beyond the confines of her dress, and again, she'd be discovered. On the other hand, as long as the soil was already wet, she could pee in the garden as much as she wanted and no one would be able to tell what she'd done. Thus, all she needed to do was water her lilies normally, then as long as she was careful to go slowly enough to not be heard, she could pretend to weed the lily patch while she weed secretly instead, concealing her stream under her dress. The garden was a large quadrangle in the middle of the castle, with grassy lawn covering most of the area, and decorative plants dispersed throughout. A large area was dedicated to patches of colourful flowers, and it in one of these patches that Lily grew lilies of many forms and colours. There was a tap with a large basin in one corner of the quadrangle, and Lily planned to fill the basin with water and use her magic to spread it over her lilies, watering them far faster than she could with a watering can or hose. As the pair walked into the garden, the Princess's bladder, knowing it was close to relief, began to contract painfully. She staggered straight towards the basin, turning the tap as she tried to hold on a little longer. The cool water gurgled noisily as it splashed against the stone, sending the girl's bladder into overdrive. She paced aimlessly as she waited for the basin to fill, putting on a show of pretending to examine the plants as she bent double, hoping that the dribbles spurting from her urethra stayed small enough to hide in the grass as she moved about. The basin began to overflow while the Princess feigned fascination with a caterpillar, secretly unable to suppress the stream that was pooling beneath her. She waddled back to the basin as the leak slowed, hastily leaving the visible puddle behind. With a gesture, the water shot up out of the basin, and as she waved in the direction of her lily patch, the mass shot out into the sky, flying high above the flowers and soaring over the castle walls. “hehehe, oops!” she exclaimed, hiding her frustration that she'd need to fill the basin again. Every magic user quickly learns that their magic becomes more powerful as their bladder fills, but the girl never expected her extreme desperation could lead to such a dramatic difference. She filed the knowledge away for later, easily recognising the great value it could have in the future. The basin began to fill once more, and this time Lily squatted beside it, staring intently at the rising surface as she focused all her energies on holding for the final few moments. As the water neared the top of the stone again, she stood up in preparation to use her magic once more. Suddenly, a cluster of spurts sizzled out of her crotch, arcing forward , splattering against her skirt at about knee height and drawing a yellow parabola on the material as droplets scattered to the floor. In a panic, she pulled the front of her dress up out of the way, and the spurts continued to splatter against the basin in front of her, hidden from view of the guard standing just behind her by the rest of the fabric. As the water overflowed, she released her dress, allowing the clean water to wash the golden dye away, groaning: “Oh no, my dress! I got water on it!” dishonestly. Gesturing again, more carefully this time, she magicked the water into a stream above the lily plot, and dropped her hands, causing the water to scatter into droplets and rain down onto the flowers. Anticipating relief, her bladder began to contract forcefully, and urine filled her sphincter once again, this time bearing a sense of finality – once it started coming, it wouldn't stop until she'd emptied. She shuffled hurriedly toward the nearby shed, grabbing a trowel from a table and a hoe that was against the wall as the first jets of her final release came spraying out, sputtering chaotically beneath her dress. Keeping her thighs together allowed her to channel the drizzle straight down to the grass even as she moved, and so she waddled toward her lilies, moving only her knees, hoping she didn't look too unnatural. A sparkling trail was clearly visible in her wake, but the guard failed to notice as she searched nearby bushes for threats. Reaching the damp flower patch, the Princess finally began to relax, her drizzle growing into a stream as she began to till the soil. Though she longed to just squat in place and let go, she had to be careful not to invite any unnecessary scrutiny, lest her ploy be revealed. She would need to be careful to keep moving, weeing uniformly over the entire area so that no areas became conspicuously wetter than their surroundings as she passed over them. Beginning with the hoeing as usual was also an important part of this misdirection, and thus she stood, relieving herself as she tilled, only allowing a slow stream for fear of her height making the splattering audible. She started off with her legs spread wide, allowing her drizzle to collimate and shoot to the ground, but the weakness of her stream meant that it was subject to the changing geometry of her sphincter, and as she tilled, she could feel the stream gyrating, splashing each leg alternately and spraying unpredictably in between. Concerned that a stray stream could catch her dress as it blew in the light breeze, she switched to a cross-legged stance, allowing the liquid to spray into the valley formed between her thighs. The surface tension caused it to rush down her legs, flooding her pumps and dribbling from her calves in scattered rivulets The trickling flow she allowed herself was not as relieving as she had hoped, and her loins continued to ache with pressure as she constantly fought the expansion of her stream. With a momentary lapse in concentration, her stream swelled into a torrent, hissing between her thighs and splattering loudly on the ground. “Is someone there? Your Highness, get close to me!” Ser Tamara called at the sudden sound, and she darted toward her charge as the Princess leaned against her hoe, trying to hold back. The pair stood still for a few moments, Tamara searching for threats as Lily continued weeing on the spot. Her stream vacillated as her bladder spasmed, shooting out in spurts as the girl squirmed. Slowly, the guard relaxed, walking back to the pathway, but staying closer than before. The Princess turned back as she continued hoeing, folding the conspicuous puddle she'd left into the mud with the blade of the tool before it was noticed. It took the girl a few minutes to wee all the way up and down her lily plot, hoeing as she went, and it was finally time for her to squat down and weed. Throwing the hoe aside carelessly, she eagerly dropped down to the ground, spreading her legs under her dress and allowing a fountain to shoot out into the mud. She still had to hold back quite a lot, but at long last, she was urinating hard enough to feel relief. For a few moments, she stayed still, allowing the sensation to fill her, her vision clouding as her body began to relax and her consciousness waned. She snapped back to reality as she felt her fountain pick up, straining to regain control as her guard started looking around for the source of the hissing. The guard moved toward some nearby bushes as the Princess moved along the edge of the pathway, looking for green sprouts to pull as she relieved herself. Lily bounced up and down on her heels as she squat-walked sideways, allowing her stream to cover a larger area as it sprayed up and down. Stray droplets fell onto the stone path as she moved, conspicuous golden clusters sitting on the damp slabs, but the girl was beyond caring, and they went unnoticed as she continued to wee. Five minutes of measured urination had still barely dented the raging ocean inside her, and the poor Princess was slowly losing confidence in her ability to keep her stream under control. Her sphincter burned with the effort of staying half-closed, and her vulva stung, irritated by the sustained wetness. Her stream had begun sputtering, sending a series of loud jets into the soil that threatened to alert the woman standing nearby. As Lily's stream began to pick up strength, the guard cocked her head, reacting visibly to the telepathic message she'd just been sent. “The assassin was just caught lurking in the bathroom by your chambers; I have been ordered to help with the arrest. Please excuse me, Your Highness.” the guard reported, dashing off immediately the way they'd come. As the guard ran off, leaving the Princess alone, Lily allowed herself to relax completely for the first time that morning, lifting the front of her dress as a torrent shot out before her, arcing more than a meter away into the soil. She continued weeing full force for a few minutes, watching as her torrent dug a furrow in the soil, before overflowing and forming a stream that ran back towards her, flushing mud and organic debris toward the stones of the pathway. The flowerbed was not a particularly enclosed area, and anyone walking by would've been able to clearly see what was happening, but the Princess was, at this point, too euphoric to realise, and it was only luck that saved her from humiliation. Her stream eventually began to wane, and the evidence of her faux pas quickly soaked away, becoming difficult to notice against the rest of the damp soil even as the last of her stream continued to trickle out. She sent a few final spurts splashing into the mud, finally finishing her relief. Standing up, she straightened her now-muddy skirt, carefully avoiding pressing it into her still dripping crotch. As she set off toward her room, the head maid came running toward her, shouting “Your Highness, Your Highness!”, and the girl prepared to try explaining why the carpet was covered in urine... Dress Route > Keep Panties On Quote “No, panties are an absolute necessity for a respectable woman like myself, I can't go without them no matter what!” Lily decided, a line of urine splashing onto her thigh immediately calling into question the wisdom of her decision. She reached into her dresser and withdrew another pair of white panties, this time selecting a pair with a light blue bow that matched the trim of her dress. Grabbing another handkerchief too, she staggered over toward her bed, lifting her dress above her waist as she went to sit down. The Princess lowered herself slowly onto the bed, letting the wetness on her crotch and legs soak into the already-stained sheets. She bent forward carefully, wincing as her pubic bone dug into her swollen bladder. As the organ contracted and she began to wee into her sheets uncontrollably, she threw caution to the wind and lurched forward, fumbling with her panties as she tried to hook them onto her legs and get them past her pumps as quickly as possible. She continued her accident even as she straightened, the thin stream now shooting a short distance forward, wetting the sheets close to the edge of the mattress. Lily picked up the handkerchief at her side and lifted herself slightly above the bed, wiping her wet butt and thighs even as a trickle continued to arc down onto the sheets. Finally, she shoved the handkerchief against her hole, allowing it to soak up the golden spray, and stood fully, immediately bobbing up and down and wiggling her knees as she tried to stop the leak. Not wasting any time, she waddled toward the door even as the leaking continued, ready to leave as soon as she could pull up her panties. The leak slowed as she pressed against it, but no matter what she did it would not stop. As she felt another contraction build deep within her, she squealed “Aah no, I can't hold it! I'm going to have an accident!” to herself, and abandoned all pretense of keeping her panties dry, dropping her handkerchief and pulling them up quickly. Her stream immediately squirted through the fabric as she pulled it taut against her mons pubis, the self-wedgie doing very little to help slow the trickle. She staggered out into the empty hallway with her skirt still in her hands, the stream that was squeezing through her taut panties visible for a moment as she let the skirt drop. She turned immediately towards the toilet, barely even caring that someone could have seen, her one-track mind entirely focused on the porcelain throne. The building contraction that forced her out into the hallway finally rolled through her body. She stumbled at the sensation, feeling her stream grow into a hissing fount. She jabbed a hand unthinkingly into her burning crotch, the cascade of urine immediately flowing into her skirt, making it transparent down to the hem in the moment it took for her to let go. She bunched the skirt back up to her waist as she ran, hooking her thumbs into her panties as she rounded the corner, immediately yanking them halfway down her thighs to expose her bare crotch, forgetting to wait until she entered the bathroom. The bathroom door flew open as she crashed into it, the noise echoing loudly down the hallway. The Princess waddled blindly toward the toilet, her full-force torrent shooting slightly ahead of her, as her panties started falling down her legs. As her underwear reached her ankles, she tripped, falling onto the closed lid and weeing against it. Urine scattered horizontally as her deluge scoured the surface, spraying onto her dress and scattering across the tile floor. Hurriedly righting herself, her urine splashed into the puddle on the floor as she fumbled the lid into an upright position. Not bothering to turn around, she dove forward onto the seat, her dress catching on the rim and stretching against her crotch as she continued relieving herself. Sitting on the open bowl as she was, she was beyond caring that her dress was still in the way, and she finally relaxed atop the porcelain, resting her head against the tank as relief clouded her mind. As urine continued to thunder through her saturated dress and into the toilet, the exhausted Princess began to drift off, continuing to wee full-force even as she fell into a deep sleep... Trousers Route Quote Having made her decision, Lily minced over toward her trouser drawer, pulling out a light brown pair of leggings designed for excursions. Taking them, along with a spare handkerchief, over to the low seating area in the centre of the room, she lowered herself carefully onto the corner of the cushioned surface. As she awkwardly attempted to orient the trousers one handed, she ground her crotch against the edge absent-mindedly, stimulating a slight sensation of arousal that helped take the edge off the feeling of pressure, even if it didn't help with the holding. Successfully orienting the leggings, she took a deep breath and removed the remaining hand from her crotch to help with sticking her feet into the right leg holes. Her pee surged forth as her hand released, splashing into the fabric of her handkerchief as she fumbled with her trousers. Quickly, she poked her feet into the holes and immediately crossed her legs, spinning the trousers around with them as she stemmed the flow. Her bladder continued to take advantage of her state of lowered guard as she worked the trousers slowly up her legs, sending wave after wave of pressure slamming into her stinging sphincter. As the assault on her urethra reached a crescendo, she was forced to momentarily forget the trousers while she fought to keep her panties dry. A series of forceful spasms overwhelmed her, and with a staccato of audible hisses, she pumped a series of squirts violently into the fabric of her sodden handkerchief. Thinking quickly, in the gap between two waves, she quickly switched out her handkerchiefs, immediately squirting a long golden jet into the replacement before she managed to regain control. As the final jet subsided, it left a relative calm, and for a short while, Lily found the sensation of pressure less insistent, if no less painful. The young Princess was quick to capitalise on her moment of opportunity, pulling her trousers up to her bum then standing to work the tight waistband slowly past her buttocks. She fastened the lower two buttons of her fly, leaving the last one until she had to venture into public, and danced over to a pair of slip-on boots that she stepped into, the flared ends of her trousers naturally falling down over the shaft of the footwear. Even without the final button, the tightness of her trousers was readily apparent: her range of motion was markedly reduced, with the fabric of the trousers resisting every motion of her fervent dance, and the waistband already pressing against the swollen lump protruding slightly from her belly. As she slipped into her final boot, a sudden jet into her handkerchief heralded the end of her short reprieve. The princess bent over in shock, grasping for her crotch as a series of weaker spurts continued spraying from her urethra. She was unable to get the same purchase she could when undressed, and the series of spurts pumping into her soaking handkerchief continued, oversaturating the square of fabric and sending droplets running down her legs. In a panic, she shoved a hand into her panties, barely squeezing it past the waistband of her tight trousers, and positioned her fingers against her tired sphincter, pressing with all her might. A final stream of pee splashed into her palm, redirected from its original course by the new blockage, before draining around the sides of her hand and absorbing into the fabric of her trousers. Extracting the soaking handkerchief, it became clear that this accident was worse than those that came before. The fabric left a wet trail as she slid it past her waistband, and the wetness of her panties was clearly detectable against her crotch. The seat of her trousers felt damp, but the material was designed to wick away sweat and no wetness was visible externally. As she reached for the final handkerchief in her closet's pile, her bladder released a short, additional squirt, as if to taunt her about its futility. Once in place, the final handkerchief began soaking up some of the moisture around her crotch, but it couldn't completely dry her visibly-yellowed underwear. Now fully-dressed, the Princess was free to wander the halls with dignity – at least, as much dignity as someone who is slowly having an accident in their underwear can have. Leaving her hand pressed against her handkerchief, she began taking mincing steps toward the chest of drawers in her room, needing to complete one more objective before she left for the bathroom. Each step was accompanied by a short hiss – and audible signal that she was slowly losing her battle. Glancing in her mirror as she passed, she was shocked to note the state of her strawberry blonde hair: it was wild and unkempt, and she couldn't be seen until she had tamed it somewhat. Mercifully, her hairbrush was hanging on a hook by the mirror itself, so her new delay didn't need to cost her any leaking steps, at least. Looking at herself in the mirror, her undignified stance and embarrassing situation were plain to see. She was bent nearly double, her forelegs forming a triangle on the ground as she pressed her thighs together. She hadn't pulled her trousers up after replacing her handkerchief, and in spite of her bending, her wet panties were clearly visible in the partly-undone fly, with a corner of her handkerchief just visible poking out the hem. Her trousers themselves still looked dry however, so all the visible indicators of her leaking could be hidden before she left. She attacked her hair with the comb in a panic, hacking and pulling whenever she encountered a tangle. Any damage could be dealt with later using magic, she just needed to get it under some level of control as quickly as possible so she could leave her room looking respectable. Meanwhile, the raging torrent in her bladder continued its assault upon her sphincter, forcing her to bob about and shift from foot to foot while her hands were occupied with her hair. As her comb ground to a halt against a thick tangle, a sharp wave of pressure built in her abdomen and forced her hands to her crotch. A full-force stream of urine gurgled into her clothing, instantly saturating the waiting handkerchief and filling her crotch with warmth. Lily winced as threads of liquid streamed onto her legs, quickly soaking into the fabric of her trousers. Though the dampness of her trousers was clearly detectable against her hands, it was still essentially invisible to external observers. If one were to look closely at the area between her thighs, one might have noticed a slightly darker patch where her trousers had soaked up some leaks, but the difference was so slight one would question whether they'd seen anything at all. Her handkerchief dripped slowly as she returned to dealing with her hair. Wetness continued to spread through her crotch while she tugged on the brush, slowly cutting through the tangle and bringing her closer to the dignified appearance she so desperately needed. The final tangle gave way and she tossed the comb unceremoniously into a corner, turning toward her dresser as she removed another soaking handkerchief from her panties. Grabbing a handful of handkerchiefs from the dresser, she began stuffing them haphazardly into her panties and around her trousers, thankful that the crotch area of her trousers wasn't as tight as the legs and waistband, so the extra padding wouldn't be easily visible to passers-by. She pulled her trousers up toward her hips, straightening out any creases as she prepared to leave her room. As she turned toward the door however, a wave of pressure began to assail her once more. She crossed her legs tightly in response, bending over as the pressure built. Putting an arm out against her dresser for balance, she slowly dropped into a squat as pee forced its way through her defenses. As the pressure began to peak, she shoved her remaining hand back toward her crotch, the leaks resolving into a slow but steady stream as she strained to hold them back. There was no time to lose – she could only slow the stream that was now spreading out inside her trousers, and she still hadn't left her room. She rose unsteadily, her slow stream momentarily turning into a torrent as she moved. Lifting up her leg, she shoved both hands into her crotch, squeezing her sphincter with all her might as she willed the stream to stop. The pressure was constant, no longer coming in waves but just omnipresent, battering her poor sphincter as the slow stream continued in spite of her efforts. Unwilling to spend any longer in her room, she waddled toward the door, a golden spray still splattering into her handkerchiefs. The Princess paced around at the bedroom door, smoothing her clothes and adjusting their position. She pulled on her waistband, trying to get the final button into its hole. Her bladder complained violently, its slow stream turning into a series of splashes as she tugged on the fabric. Suddenly, the button found purchase, and slipped into the hole, her bladder squeezing out a long spurt in response to the added pressure. She could feel a line of wetness working its way down her trouser leg, the wet fabric against her thighs failing to fully absorb the rivulet. The wetness of her trousers was still invisible on the outside, but that would not last much longer as she continued to pee into her underwear. Taking a deep breath and straightening up as much as her condition would allow, she turned the doorknob and pulled the door open, striding out in what she hoped was a dignified posture as she secretly continued peeing. “Good morning, Princess!” called a maid as she rushed past, reiterating to the Princess that the halls were a public place where she needed to be dignified at all times. Trousers Route > Hide In Room Quote “G- good... m- morning” Lily replied falteringly as she peed audibly in surprise. A stream of urine spurted down her right trouser leg, forming a visible wet patch on the thigh and augmenting her rivulets into streams that dripped onto the colourful carpet of the hallway. Backing into her room as the maid passed, she staggered back towards her bed, slowly bringing the flow back under a modicum of control. She lowered herself onto the mattress, taking in her dire situation: her trousers were already ruined, and she'd gotten nowhere down the hall. She couldn't leave her room like this, and she'd wet herself before she managed to change into something else. Even if she did manage to miraculously change, she wouldn't even manage to take a step towards the bathroom before ruining her new clothing and needing to re-dress once more. She could try to ask the maid who passed for help – they were sworn to secrecy about the humiliating stories of their ladies, but she was probably long gone by now, busy as she'd seemed. The only respectable thing left to do was hold it for as long as she could, and hope that her own maid would be along to wake her up soon, who she could then ask to bring her a bucket or something to pee in. Decided, Lily settled in to wait. The continuing trickle spread slowly through the handkerchiefs in her pants as she fiddled hysterically with the buttons at her waist, slowly unhooking them one by one. As each button came loose, her swollen bladder expanded visibly to fill the additional space, sending a shiver up her spine as it oscillated into each new position. The stream splattering into her handkerchiefs slowed to a halt once more, and she buried both hands into her crotch, sliding the fingers between her bare labia and massaging her burning sphincter in a circle motion. An unexpected muscle contraction rolled through the Princess's body, eliciting a gasp as her bladder bucked and squeezed. She sighed as she fell sideways, deciding to get undressed and save as much of her clothing from leaks and sweat as she could. A wave of pressure radiated out from her belly as she fiddled with a lower button on her blouse, the hand still pressing on her sphincter getting showered as a leak dribbled from it. Undoing the rest of the blouse, she wriggled out of it and threw it aside without getting up. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and let it sag onto the bed, jerking her shoulders until it fell free. She stood up carefully as she threw it with the shirt, crouching slightly and bending forward as the motion jolted her bladder. She began pulling the yellowed handkerchiefs from her crotch, looking almost like she was trying to do some sort of magic trick, throwing a large number aside in a sopping heap. She gripped her trousers and panties together with both hands, and attempted to pull them down in one motion. Unfortunately, the tight trousers got stuck halfway down the Princess's well-endowed thighs, and a a forceful stream started flowing into them as they sat a short distance from her hole. In a moment of panicked confusion, she pulled the garments back up, and the stream unexpectedly slowed to a halt as the sodden seat of her panties stuck to her vulva. It seemed that the psychological effect of having trousers on was one of the few things left preventing her from completely ruining her carpet, and so she left the remaining garments where they were. This most recent accident was the nail in the coffin for any hope of wandering the halls in such dress – there was nothing that could absorb the spray, and the crotch of the trousers was shining with wetness. Trickling rivulets visibly ran down each leg toward the knees and the leg holes dripped obviously. Lily stumbled aimlessly around her room, completely lost for what she should do while she waited. Staggering over to her desk, she peered out the window, taking in the view as she continued massaging her sphincter, the slow circles her finger was drawing around the ring of muscle seemingly soothing the pain. Another sudden muscle contraction rocked her body, forcing the young woman to a knee as a different kind of pressure built in her loin, demanding its own release. Another stream forced its way through her strained urethra, slowly splashing through her soaking panties, running straight down her leg as her saturating trousers failed to absorb it. She started rubbing faster as the stream picked up, staggering over to her bed as contractions rocked her body. She fell into the sheets face-first, sticking her bum into the air as she crawled in with her knees. Her contractions increased in frequency, sending waves of pleasure rolling through her body, even as she shot streams of pee into her soaking bottoms. Feeling a change come over her, she began shuffling her trousers and panties down one-handed, continuing to work against her sphincter with her other. The trousers stopped about halfway down her thighs as before, and streams of pee shot out into her room, landing on the carpet some distance from the bed. Her bum moved forward and backward in time with her contractions, scattering pee up toward the ceiling and down to the carpet as she began moaning. The contractions continued to increase in frequency as she rubbed, building to a cluster of rapid-fire spasms accompanied by a peak of pleasure. She moaned loudly as the cluster of contractions reached her diaphragm, sending spurts of pee spraying madly from her crotch. As the peak of the pleasure faded, she slumped forward, expended. The leaking began to pick up rapidly and grew to a full-force spray shooting out into her room, spreading out into droplets as it landed near her dresser. She lacked the energy to hold it any more, and couldn't bear the discomfort besides. As the relief mingled with her afterglow, her mind filled with fog and even as the torrent continued, she drifted off into a deep sleep... Trousers Route > Ask For Help Quote “Oh, good morning!” Lily replied, her feigned smile contorting into a grimace as she tried not to pee audibly in surprise. A possibility occurred to the Princess, an alternative option that might make it easier to avoid disgracing herself: the maids in the castle were well-trained and tight-lipped; since they were expected to (among other things of course) clean up after highborn women, they could be relied upon to provide assistance during the most humiliating situations and take any stories about their masters to their graves. If Lily called the maid over and let the woman in on her embarrassing little secret, she could ask her to fetch a container to pee into instead, allowing the Princess to wait inside her room for relief, rather than risk embarrassing herself in the corridor. “Ah, excuse me, miss maid? Could you come in here for a minute, I need a hand with something!” Lily called out, gesturing toward the door. “A- uh... o- of course!” the maid responded hesitantly, looking longingly down the corridor for a moment before approaching the Princess. The peeing girl ushered her saviour quickly through the door, trying to hide the inside from the otherwise empty hallway. Shutting the door behind the maid, she broke out into a panicked dance. “A- as you can probably tell... from the s- stained handkerchiefs scattered about,” Lily gestured around vaguely, “I- I'm in... a bit of a situation. Truth be t- told, I'm starting to have an... a- accident... where I stand. I got myself dressed and... ready for a... public appearance, but I'm no longer confident I can... make it to the bathroom without... d- d- d- disgracing myself. P- please, get me something I can p- pee into.” “O- of course,” the young maid replied, shocked to see someone older than her admit to being in such a state, let alone this dignified young lady she'd only seen before in passing. The servant backed out of the room, dashing awkwardly down the hallway as the Princess shut the door once more. Lily staggered backward, away from the door, as her hands shot down to her crotch, fiddling hysterically with her trouser buttons. As the buttons released, her bladder expanded forward visibly, sending a shiver up the Princess's spine as it oscillated into each new position. The stream that was leaking into her handkerchiefs slowed to a halt once more, and she buried both hands into her crotch, sliding the fingers between her bare labia and massaging her burning sphincter in a circle motion. An unexpected muscle contraction rolled through the Princess's body, eliciting a gasp as her bladder bucked and squeezed. She sat still in that position for a few minutes, but her burning need soon demanded that she try moving around to ease her discomfort. Rising unsteadily, both hands still buried into her crotch, she began trying to tidy up her room. She staggered over to a discarded handkerchief, bending over carefully as she reached out toward it. Her bladder contracted as she bent, sending her into a panicked dance as she squirted repeatedly into her trousers. Retrieving the handkerchief, she waddled toward the dresser and placed it on top. Tugging on her trousers, wriggling as she worked them down her thighs, she examined the current state of her protection. The handkerchiefs were sodden, and a few had begun dripping, dampening her leggings. She began turfing the handkerchiefs out of her clothing and piling them on top of the one on her dresser. A puddle began to form around the stack of handkerchiefs as the wetness was squeezed free by the weight of the pile. Leaving her trousers and panties half-way down, she took another handkerchief from her drawer and held it against her crotch as she waddled around, retrieving the remaining squares of fabric from the floor in her room and cupboard, squirting into it as she went. Placing her current handkerchief atop the tall, wet pile, she grabbed another one from the dresser and stumbled back toward her bed. Her bladder compressed again as she sat, and a long leak splattered into her handkerchief, almost saturating it in one spurt. Absent-mindedly, Lily waved a hand at one of the stained areas on the carpet, already knowing that urine was resistant to magic, but to her surprise, the yellowness vanished in a puff of smoke as she finished the transmutation spell, indicating that the chemical bonds had successfully been rearranged to form gases. It was a well-known fact that urine resists magic due to the high-density epoidion oscillations that form as it sits in the urinary bladder. The conventional knowledge was that the epoidion oscillations linger for weeks, making urine impossible to clean via magic methods, much to the chagrin of those mages who get caught out often. On the verge of a breakthrough in magic theory, she was interrupted by her bladder complaining violently about the sudden deluge of urine-related thoughts, the defiant contractions rolling through her body and forcing a series of powerful spurts into her handkerchief, completely saturating it and squirting through to spread out over the bed. She continued to spurt as she stood up and staggered forward, still pressing the handkerchief against her crotch as if it could still help her. Turning to her bed, she waved her hand once more, successfully turning the yellowness where she sat into gas once more. So excited was she that she'd gotten it to work again, she almost didn't notice that she'd dropped her handkerchief and was freely peeing in an arc onto the carpet. Blushing, she panicked and dropped into a squat, still spraying a stream of pee onto the carpet, as the door burst open and the young maid stumbled in, almost tripping over the Princess peeing by the door. The maid threw the bucket she was carrying forward, causing it to fall as it landed, and Lily wordlessly moved over it, already peeing full-force before she noticed it was sideways and righted it. Her torrent thundered into the bucket as the maid staggered further into the room, leaving the door open, seemingly preoccupied. “Door!” the Princess squealed inelegantly, jumping up from the bucket and slamming it shut even as pee continued to thrash violently from her exit. Turning to the maid as she returned to the bucket, she could clearly see the reason for the maid's error. The girl was leaning against the dresser with her teary eyes scrunched together and a hand buried in her knee-length dress, her white tights clearly showing yellow rivulets winding down her calves. Lily couldn't imagine the torture she was inflicting on the poor girl, relieving herself so loudly as her maid fought her desperate battle. “Do you need to use it after?” the Princess asked, already knowing the answer. The girl nodded shyly as tears began to fall, a cluster of droplets falling between her legs as she began to sob quietly. Lily continued peeing forcibly into the large bucket as she watched a wet patch form on the maid's knee-length dress where her hand pressed it into her crotch, and quickly expand downwards, terminating at the hem in a cluster of droplets that splattered against the carpet. “I- if you want something to soak up the... leaks, there's handkerchiefs in the open drawer of the dresser. You can... probably tell from the pile on top that I used quite a few while I was uh... getting ready” Lily offered, trying to do what she could to help the maid while she continued pouring her own pee into the resonating receptacle. The girl looked at her quizzically through tear-stained eyes, withdrawing a handkerchief and lifting up her dress, patting against the rivulets on her wet tights. Suddenly, her crotch began to sparkle and drip and she shoved the handkerchief against her nethers, quickly turning it visibly yellow, but sending no more liquid cascading to the floor. A look of understanding flashed onto her face, and she grabbed another handkerchief, keeping it in her hand rather than pressing it straight against her underwear once more. Three minutes of peeing full force, and the Princess felt that she'd barely dented the ocean concealed behind her sphincter, but she felt increasingly bad for the poor girl in front of her who was crying quietly into the lifted hem of her dress, her wet tights on show as she peed slowly into a rapidly-exhausting collection of handkerchiefs, waiting for her turn over the bucket. Casting the latest handkerchief aside, the maid reached panickedly for the next one as pee forced slowly through her tights, coming away empty handed as liquid continued to flow down her legs and drip to the floor. “Sorry, I'm trying to finish as fast as possible, just hold on a bit longer” Lily reassured, still not sure how long she'd take. “I'll manage”, the maid squeaked unconvincingly as she continued to leak visibly into the expanding puddle beneath her. Two more minutes and Lily finally felt like she was close to the end, and her stream slowly began to slow down as her bladder returned to a normal size. The maid girl was almost dead to the world at this point, leaning stock-still against the wall, quivering slightly, with one heel pressing against her crotch, her leg bent fully to bring the foot up toward her waist. She was holding her dress up with one hand, and had the other shoved into her crotch, beneath her once-white tights and once-pink panties both. Trails of urine continued to spread slowly into her tights, in spite of the fingers nestled deep in her labia. Lily felt a pang of guilt at what she'd watched the girl go through while she peed for an extraordinarily long time, and she resolved to make it up to her once all was said and done (and peed). With a series of final squirts, Lily finally finished, and the statuesque maid girl roused at the changing sound. She came lumbering forward before the Princess could even react, peeing forcibly as she advanced. Jumping up quickly, Lily deftly darted away, noticing as she did so that the bucket was full to the brim. “Hey, wait!” she shouted without thinking, immediately smacking herself internally at making such a futile comment. The maid staggered over to the large container, her already flowing stream flicking from side to side slightly as she stepped, stopping over the bucket, standing still as her stream thrashed into the overflowing container. Opening her eyes for the first time in minutes, she looked down towards the container that she thought was collecting her pee, and burst into tears as she watched it overflow onto the carpet. Lily pulled up her trousers and ran in to hug her as she continued to pee uncontrollably. “There there, it's okay, I'm sorry, shh shh, it's not your fault” the Princess crooned repetitively as she held the peeing maid close. Rivulets shot down the girl's legs and joined the overflow on the floor as the maid continued peeing through her tights for two minutes, before her torrent slowed to a trickle and petered out. As the girls collapsed together into a teary embrace, there was a knock at the door, and the head maid peered in, quietly pulling back out and closing the door once more as she tried to work out how best to react to the Princess and her newest maid crying in an embrace over an overfilled bucket in a urine-flooded room. Trousers Route> Handle It Alone Quote “Oh, good morning!” Lily replied, her feigned smile contorting into a grimace as she tried not to pee audibly in surprise. She waited conspicuously in the doorway, straining every muscle she could, for the hurried handmaiden to pass so she could shove a hand into her crotch. A few rivulets of pee had slowly been working their way down her legs, and one began to drip from the hem of her trouser leg as she stood, the yellow droplets almost invisible against the colourful carpet. As the handmaiden walked away, her slow dribbling began to pick up once again, building into an audible hiss as the young servant turned a corner. Looking around, Lily broke into a fervent dance as her body collapsed inward toward her crotch. Slowly, the hiss began to quiet, as the Princess focused all her efforts on slowing her stream. Straightening herself once more, she began to make her way toward the toilet, peeing slightly more forcefully than before, but not enough to be heard. She strode briskly toward the toilet, focusing more on speed than control as urine continued to squirt into her underwear. Her handkerchief padding quickly filled, becoming less and less able to absorb further liquids. Soon enough, Lily felt liquid spraying against her right leg; the saturated handkerchiefs were no longer able to absorb her pee, but instead, were simply redirecting it. A patch of cloth against her right thigh quickly darkened, and the rivulets that were dripping from her trouser leg swelled, audibly trickling onto the carpet. Realising her protection had failed, Lily panicked. All further pee would expand the wet patch on her trousers and the puddles at her feet, making her accident obvious to anyone who passed. She shoved both hands into her crotch and crossed her legs over them, waddling in this manner as fast as she could towards the toilet. For a moment, she successfully cut off the stream splashing onto her leg, but her momentary success was ended by a cluster of audible torrents shooting into the jungle of saturated handkerchiefs and redirecting chaotically into her trousers. A splash against her right leg expanded the wet patch to reach across her thigh, sending visible rivulets to join those already running down her leg. A squirt was redirected backward, filling her butt crack with liquid and sending dripping rivulets to follow the curve of her buttocks. A torrent scattered directly against the handkerchiefs, fragmenting into a drizzle that soaked the crotch of her trousers. A gout spurted upwards, splashing forward as it found a path between the buttons in her fly. She continued spurting as she staggered toward the toilet, still desperately trying to keep her flood at bay. A golden trickle forced its way through the soaking fabric on her right thigh, dripping to the ground in a thin stream. With each spurt, a cluster of golden droplets fell from the crotch of her trousers, collecting on the ground in golden puddles marking her path. As she burst through the toilet door, the spurts resolved into a constant stream pouring down her legs, cascading to the floor. Now safe in the privacy of the toilet, she began fumbling with her buttons, still trying to keep her stream under control. As the top button came loose, she shoved a hand in toward her crotch, pressing against her sphincter, sending the stream spraying wildly in every direction. Squeezing into the space between her fingers and her labia, a splash squirted upward toward her blouse, dyeing the fabric golden yellow and filling her nose with the acrid aroma of her accident. As button two came loose, she began pulling at her trousers, slowly sliding them down past the widest part of her butt. Her panties and all the handkerchiefs came with them too, and her growing stream spurted freely into the seat of her underwear as they peeled away. As she bent down to pull her bottoms to her knees, her stream sprayed out behind her, the loosely collimated fountain splattering loudly against the wall as she turned to plonk herself on the bowl, reflecting back to wet the flanks of her trousers. As she dropped onto the waiting toilet, she relaxed completely, letting her torrent rain forth unimpeded. A thunderous roar filled the bathroom as the Princess's urine blasted against the porcelain so violently that a mist of rebounding droplets sprayed onto her butt and through the gap between her legs. Lily's head swam as relief permeated every fiber of her being. Her clothes were ruined, her room would need to be recarpeted, and even if no one saw, she had disgraced herself in a public place. In this moment however, there was only relief. Before long, a maid would be along to her room to rouse her from slumber, and on seeing the devastation, they will prepare a change of clothes and a towel and bring them immediately to the bathroom to ensure her a dignified exit, in accordance with their training. As urine continued to scour her porcelain throne, the exhausted Princess began to drift off, continuing to pee full-force even as she dropped into a deep sleep... Skirt Route Quote Having made her decision, Lily slowly stepped toward a chest of drawers built into a far wall of the cupboard, lifting her leg high with each step as her sphincter continued to spasm in distress. She dropped carefully to her knees before the drawers, digging a heel into her crotch as she grabbed a handle of the drawer with each hand and pulled, successfully getting the draw stuck ajar, one side further out than the other. Sighing, she tugged on the more closed side, causing the drawer to give suddenly and a splash of urine to enter her panties as she overbalanced. She squirmed in place as she tried to suppress the contractions, both hands flat against the ground as she clenched. As the wave began to reduce, she grabbed a short black pleated skirt in a hurry and shot up, immediately crossing her legs and bending forward as the unnecessarily sudden motion shocked her bladder once more. Leaving the drawer open, she staggered aimlessly as she fought to resist the pressure, pumping a series of short spurts into the sodden square of fabric. A powerful spasm rocked her as she passed her shoe rack, and she brought a knee up to her bent torso and gripped her thighs with her hands as a frothing stream saturated her handkerchief and splashed her legs. A damp spot formed on her panties as the stream left off, and Lily quickly slid the material out from her crotch before it did more damage, dropping it to the floor unceremoniously. She grabbed a pair of high-heeled pumps from the rack while she was there, not wanting to waste the opportunity even in her urgency to replace the handkerchief. She really didn't want to have to wear high-heels in her current situation, but she couldn't get away with wearing flat heels with her choice of attire. Her only option was to go with the lowest heels she could get away with and only wear them when she was in the hallway. Tossing the shoes into her bedroom, she stumbled over to the pile of handkerchiefs. A contraction stung her urethra as she reached for a replacement, and she quickly slid one into her panties, just in time to absorb the inevitable leak. She pulled her panties taut as she began to wee, forcing the handkerchief between her labia, and crossed her legs, crushing the fabric between her thighs. Urine continued to trickle slowly into the handkerchief as she grabbed the final one from the pile too, then she turned and began to slide her feet forward, propelling herself toward another chest of drawers. Easily pulling out a waist height drawer, she retrieved a small bundle of black cloth, and let it unravel as she pulled it out to reveal a pair of thin tights. Leaning back, she felt around behind her for the low seat, her hands finding purchase as she began to crouch. She allowed herself to fall back toward it and dragged herself into a sitting position, never opening her legs throughout the motion, even as her trickle slowed to nothing. Now though, she'd need to muster her control and open her legs long enough to get her tights on – a cumbersome task even at the best of times. Tensing her nethers as hard as she could, she cautiously uncrossed her knees and parted her thighs, immediately launching into fevered motion as she fought to keep her bladder in check. As her legs bounced up and down, she fumbled the opening of her tights wide. Lifting her right leg, she attempted to spear the opening with her toes as her bladder began to contract painfully. Successfully hooking the opening on the third try, she slowly worked her foot down the tube of fabric to the bottom. Her bladder took advantage of her preoccupation and spasmed repeatedly, and she shoved a hand into her panties to press against the handkerchief, continuing to tug her tights into position with the other. Even though she continued squeezing her sphincter as hard as she could, urine began to jet out of her hole in waves, pain shooting through her as the boiling liquid forced the ring of muscle aside. Her back arched involuntarily and she moaned in distress as the agonising squirts forced their way out, slumping slightly as they slowed, the cycle causing her to jerk forward and backward slightly in time with the contractions. Her tights sat halfway up one leg, completely forgotten in the storm of pain and urine currently whirling in the girl's privates, drooping limply on the floor as the girl focused on more urgent matters. Her handkerchief could not hold out long against such an onslaught, and even as the contractions reduced in intensity, the spurts began to spray chaotically out the sides of the fabric, instead of being absorbed. A splash of wetness against her stomach alerted the girl to the progressing failure of her protection, and she managed to summon enough wherewithal to hastily switch the handkerchief out with the replacement lying nearby. The wet spot on her panties had spread into a well-defined, yellowish damp area on the crotch, with a semicircular border at each end reaching a few centimetres up toward the waistband and down to the butt. She unleashed a few short, less-painful squirts into the new handkerchief before her bladder settled down, then she moved away from wetness on the seat to continue carefully navigating her tights. She pulled the waistband of the tights out, away from her half-clad leg, opening a space to hook her left leg into the fabric without needing to remove her other hand from her crotch. She continued tugging the tights up one leg at a time with her free hand while bouncing uncomfortably as she massaged her stinging sphincter. When her last foot reached the bottom of the tights' leg holes, she jumped up, pulling the waistband of the garment up to her hips as she went, immediately breaking out into a desperate dance as she tugged at the legs where they'd bunched up. She quickly grabbed her skirt and danced into it, pulling it up and fiddling with the buttons at the side. Wincing as the last button compressed her bladder, she pressed the dangling material in between her legs as a spurt splashed into her handkerchief. Her lower body now fully-dressed, all that remained was to find herself a suit jacket... She began by mincing over toward a large armoire, walking slightly pigeon-toed as she tried to keep her thighs together. Opening the doors, she began to rifle through the many articles of clothing hanging before her, sliding them aside one-by-one as she marched on the spot. She found a plethora of dresses, shirts, jackets and coats, but nothing that went well with her skirt and tights. A spasm hit her as she closed the doors, and she fell against the wood as she lifted her leg and shoved her hands between her thighs. She felt her urethra fill as she looked around the room, eyes alighting on another armoire as liquid trickled from her sphincter. Taking a deep breath, she staggered over to the cupboard, still trickling slowly into her handkerchief, and threw the doors wide, thrusting out her rear and shaking it around as she began to sort through the hanging garments. As she slid hanger after hanger past without success, she began to panic – if not hanging up anywhere in her closets, where could she possibly have put it? She pushed coat after coat aside in increasing frustration, slamming the door closed and stamping her foot as she ran out of articles to search. “Is it even here?”, “Maybe I should find something else to wear”, “Can I hold it long enough to put something else on?” Unwelcome thoughts began whirling through the girl's head as she looked aimlessly around her room, hoping to see something that could rescue her from her predicament. Then, just as she was about to give up, her eyes alighted on a bundle of fabric on a high shelf in a corner of the room. A memory flashed through her mind of folding up the jacket and shoving it into a high corner a long time ago, and she dashed over in elation, squirting a jet of happiness into the sodden fabric against her opening as she momentarily forgot how close she was to an accident. She dropped into a squat as she reached the shelf, folding her skirt between her legs as she tried to regain control. The leak slowed to a stop and she stayed still for a few moments until she was confident in her sphincter once more. She rose slowly, her bladder protesting at the motion, and removed a hand from her skirt, reaching up toward the shelf. Her hand continued to grasp air, even as she straightened her legs and back. The skin of her belly pulled taut as she stretched, squeezing her bladder into her body, and still she couldn't reach. The swollen organ began to twitch and buck as she lifted her heels, and a stream hissed into her protection as her fingers found purchase on the shelf. Not willing to give up when she was so close, she worked her fingers further on to the shelf as wetness filled her crotch. Feeling textile at last, she hooked her fingers onto the material and dropped her heels, dragging the jacket down on top of her head as urine began to splash her thighs. She quickly dropped her posture, not even stopping to remove the jacket from her head as she danced in a panic, slowly regaining control. She shook the jacket to the floor hurriedly as she pulled the stretchy material of her skirt and tights forward, quickly extracting the dripping handkerchief and throwing it aside before the damage spread any further. Her panties were now saturated and visibly yellow, and a few rivulets had worked their way a short distance down her tights, currently still invisible beneath her skirt. She retrieved the jacket from the floor and waddled cautiously into her room, careful not to do anything that could stimulate a leak while she was unprotected. She threw her jacket onto the bed, carefully avoiding the part she wet earlier, as she came through the doorway. Tiptoeing across the room, fully focused on the dresser against the wall, she squelched into the puddle she'd left behind earlier, her bladder spasming in surprise as cold wetness seeped between her toes. Her foot jerked away in surprise, causing her to overbalance, and squirts began shooting from her unprotected sphincter, passing easily through her sodden underwear and scattering into droplets against her tights as she staggered toward the dresser. She slammed into the dresser shoulder-first, continuing to loose spurts into her clothing as she pressed her skirt into her crotch, slowly regaining control. The skirt failed to absorb much wetness, instead channelling the jets along the fabric to cascade to the floor from its hem. As the final squirts dripped to the floor, she righted herself carefully and examined the damage. Most of the urine had fallen straight to the floor, ignoring the already-saturated panties and failing to soak into the non-absorbent tights and skirt, but the crotch of her tights was as wet as could be, and there were rivulets clearly running down her legs to the floor. The front of her skirt was soaked, but the wetness was virtually invisible against the dark fabric. The Princess grabbed some handkerchiefs from the dresser and pulled her tights and panties down to her knees, ready to start trying to repair some of the damage. She wrapped the fabric around around the crotch of her panties and squeezed, causing yellow fluid to swell around the material and quickly soak into the waiting handkerchief, repeating until no more fluid came out. She then started wiping around her crotch and thighs, mopping up any dampness and rivulets with the yellowing cloth. She cast the wet square of material aside and started dabbing at her tights with another, failing to make much headway as the fabric stretched away at her touch. A contraction built as she worked, and she thrust her handkerchief into her crotch when she felt liquid enter her urethra, urinating a short stream into it before regaining control. Folding the fabric over its new wetness, she continued her work. Patting down her skirt both inside and out, she soaked up any wetness that could drip, and then she pulled her underthings back up, patting at the tights again, now that they had something underneath them, still failing to notably dry the crotch but managing to make the rivulets fade. She inserted another clean handkerchief into her panties, as before, and turned toward her mirror. She hurriedly lifted her comb from a hook on the mirror and haphazardly passed it through her hair, quickly taking care of the worst of the tangles as she bobbed urgently in front of the glass, spurts of urine flowing regularly into her underclothes as her bladder continued to spasm, before reaching into a drawer in her desk and withdrawing a hair tie which she used to make a loose ponytail. No other outfit would've allowed her a ponytail, and if she'd realised how messy her hair was when she was choosing outfits, she might have given this property more value. She stumbled toward the shoes she'd thrown into the room earlier, falling onto her heel as she went to scoop them up, spraying a jet into her handkerchief as she rose. Whisking her jacket off her bed with the other hand, she staggered toward her bedroom door, her handkerchief rapidly dampening as urine continued to squirt into it. She dropped her pumps onto the floor carelessly, righting them with her feet as she tried to slide into them. One pump failed to simply slip on, and her heel crushed the back of the shoe beneath it. She swung her leg back at the knee and reached behind her, fumbling the leather onto her foot as she wiggled desperately from side to side. A larger stream sputtered into her handkerchief as she swung the jacket around her back and threaded her arms through the holes, and a few droplets trickled to the floor as she grabbed for her crotch. The stream began to slow as it splashed against her skirt, sending rivulets toward her knees even as it reduced to a dribble. Turning from her door, Lily stumbled awkwardly over to her dresser, already struggling with her shoes. She pulled her waistbands forward once more and retrieved the soaked handkerchief, taking two new ones and patting around her thighs and crotch hastily with one while she let the other soak up her dribble. She then threw them both aside, barely dampened, and shoved a clean one in her panties. She stuffed a pair of replacements in each of her jacket's tiny pockets and minced precariously back to the door, adjusting her clothing as best as she could. She straightened her back, causing her dribble to reinforce into a stream, and turned the knob slowly. She pulled the door open a crack and squeezed through, closing it carefully behind her as urine flowed into her handkerchief. She longed to break out into a desperate dance with her hands buried in her crotch, but she settled for tenting her hands and pressing them surreptitiously into her skirt in what she hoped looked like a resting pose. She minced carefully towards the bathroom, crossing her legs in front of each other with every step, causing her hips to swing seductively as she walked. The unstoppable stream continued to glug quietly from her hole as she moved, quickly beginning to overflow from the handkerchief a matter of metres away from her door. The Princess reached into her pocket and withdrew a clean one as she stepped urgently forward, the sensation of liquid threading down her legs adding to her hurry. She turned into a doorway on her right, moving slightly out of the line of the corridor, and poked her head out conspicuously as she looked around. Seeing that the coast was clear, she pulled her waistbands forward and extracted the saturated cloth, gasping as she saw a stream of liquid squirt forward into the soaked crotch of her underwear to send droplets scattering to the floor. She quickly shoved the clean handkerchief against her crotch, holding it there as she danced urgently for a moment in the shadow of the doorway, before sliding her hand out of her clothes and drying quickly around her legs with her final handkerchief, missing a few streams but cleaning herself up a bit. She returned the slightly dampened handkerchief to the same pocket, and shoved the soaked one into her other, not caring as the golden wetness squeezed out into her jacket. Her desperate dancing had given her the opportunity to regain a little control, and the stream began to slow slightly as she continued her journey to the bathroom she so desperately needed. She heard the pitter-patter of hurried feet ahead of her, coming from the hallway to her left, and she cast a panicked glance at her clothing and around her, wincing as she saw the rivulets still working their way down her legs and the trail of droplets that was barely visible on the colourful carpet behind her. She needn't have worried about her appearance though; the panicked young maid dashed into the crossroads with a hand against her tights, her dress pulled up to reveal her damp crotch, running straight across to the right hallway and disappearing, slamming a door that was just out of sight moments later. Lily's heart dropped at the sight – she knew exactly what had just happened. As she rounded the corner mere seconds later, she visually confirmed how utterly screwed she was. A trail of droplets was visible across the hall, and it terminated in a small puddle before the locked door of the very bathroom the Princess was desperately trying to reach. Considering her visible desperation and the damaged clothing she'd want to try to fix, the girl could be in there for 5 minutes or more while her Princess waited outside, slowly having an accident in her tights. Lily looked around in a panic, hoping something would reveal itself to save her as she thought about what to do. She quickly settled on one of four options that she was able to conjure up in her emergency: Wait patiently: she was a dignified Princess who stood to rule a powerful country in the future. Surely she could hold it a few more minutes while she allowed the common girl in the bathroom the opportunity to make herself presentable. A ruler's duty was to suffer for her people, and that included this young maid. She even had a spare handkerchief that she could switch in if she needed it. Hurry her along: she could knock on the door and alert the maid to her urgency, possibly causing her to forgo clean up and leave the bathroom in a more reasonable time. The maid was sworn to secrecy about her predicament, the main problem was if someone else heard her... Look elsewhere: surely there was something around that could help the Princess with her predicament; not that she'd ever intentionally wee into anything that wasn't a toilet, of course – it would have to help her in some other way. “What do you mean 'how?'? Like... uh... it could... well... it... uh... i- it just could, okay?” Use the men's: the bathrooms in the hallway were one-person rooms, but they still had one for each gender. The Princess didn't know why; surely, she thought, they could just remove the indicators from each and let anyone use them, but for some reason, they didn't. Lily had never been in a men's room before; even in her current dire situation, it was a difficult thing to even consider. A fifth option also came to mind, one that she could never do: she could be a tyrant Princess, and order the maid out immediately. An image flashed into her thoughts: one of the girl standing and pulling her tights up while continuing to wee full-force onto the floor, then stumbling to the door and waiting beside it, droplets showering between her legs and a massive puddle appearing beneath her as the Princess relaxed on the toilet. Lily's loins began to ache in a different way at the thought of the maid girl being forced off the toilet to have an accidentally-on-purpose, before she came back to reality and shook her head sternly, horrified that she could even think of an action so vile. Skirt Route > Wait Her Turn Quote Lily decided that her duty as a Princess outweighed any urging from her bladder that she urinate, and decided that she'd hold it elegantly until her time came. And so she leaned back elegantly against the wall, elegantly forcing her face into a serene expression, her hands tented elegantly in her elegant lap as she weed elegantly into the handkerchief pressed elegantly against her elegant crotch. Elegance, along with the slight acrid smell of urine and a quiet hissing sound, radiated from the figure propped conspicuously close to the locked bathroom door as she pretended that she wasn't having an accident in her pants. The handkerchief quickly filled with urine and rivulets began falling down the girl's tights once more, even as her bladder's contractions pressed harder and harder, forcing the urine to squirt out more and more. Her tented hands quickly changed to curved pads gripping her crotch as she barely suppressed the increasing flow, and she stumbled urgently toward a nearby doorway as she reached for her final handkerchief. Patting down her legs as she stumbled toward the depression, she looked around in a panic, relieved to see that the hall was once again clear. She pulled her waistbands out forward once more, and this time brought the new handkerchief with her as she slid out the old, switching them quickly so that barely a droplet shot out between them. She heard the door in front of her click as she switched. Hastily letting her clothes snap into place, she shoved the wet handkerchief into her free pocket, her wee hissing loudly as her bladder resonated with the impact. The door swung open just as she smoothed her clothes down. “Eep! Ah, oh... uh... Your Highness. I- I wasn't expecting you.” A woman squeaked as she opened the door, staggering back and leaning against her desk, gasping as she clenched a fist against her dark green tube skirt. “I- I take it you're here about the books you asked for? If you wait here, I'll get them for you in a few moments. There's just... an urgent matter that n- needs my attention first, I'll just be a minute.” The beautiful red-haired woman sidled past the confused and desperate Princess and ran awkwardly down the hall, audibly falling against the toilet door and fiddling with the handle “Tch, locked, and it looks like she'll be in there a while” Lily heard her mutter while she stood still in the doorway. The Princess's shoulders heaved as she tried not to moan while painful squirts of urine shot into her handkerchief. A few moments later, the woman reappeared behind the Princess, stumbling awkwardly. “Well then, come on in.” The woman invited, ushering Lily forward. “Th- m- many of the b- books you asked for- ah! we- were quite difficult to find. Ooh!” The Librarian began gathering books, talking haltingly while the Princess stood quivering in the middle of the room, the frantic woman failing to notice she was being ignored. The Librarian's chatter drowned out the series of hisses coming from the oscillating girl, and the woman continued staggering between bookshelves as the Princess started dripping. Her newest handkerchief had filled in record time, and there was no longer anything that could prevent her accident from ending up in a puddle around her. She continued to painfully spray urine into her handkerchief at an increasing rate, and the unconfined liquid began to form rivulets once again that dripped down her tights, quickly pooling at her feet. The Librarian placed a stack of books down on the desk, turning back to the shelves without noticing the puddle beneath the Princess. The woman dropped unexpectedly to her knees as she staggered back, and, beginning with a mutter but ending with a shout, she called “Oh no, not now, please! Aah! I can't hold it! Nooooooo!”. Urine began to stream out from under her skirt. Her dark blue tights quickly saturated and the front and back of her skirt turned a darker shade of green. A stream of urine squeezed through the back of her soaking skirt, spraying into the puddle forming around her. Lily barely noticed what was going on, internally focused as she was, but her bladder reacted sympathetically to the accident happening in front of her and squeezed harder, increasing the intensity of the contractions to the point she could no longer fully suppress her moans. “Nnn! Hmm! Ghh!” all manner of noises forced their way quietly from her mouth as threads of urine trickled down her legs. The Librarian, finally looking toward her visitor, stopped her already slowing stream in shock as she saw that the girl was in an even worse situation than her. “W- we can sort this out later, wait here while I check the bathroom!” the Librarian instructed, dashing out to try to save her Princess from her accident. Looking over towards the door, she could see it hanging open. “Your highness, the door's unlocked! Now's your chance!” She grabbed the absent royal by the arm and slowly coaxed her out of her office. The pair left a wide trail as the drips from the Librarian's skirt combined with the continuing squirts from the moaning Princess to form a puddle connecting the two doors. The woman coaxed the Princess all the way to the toilet door and closed it behind her before the sensation of tile beneath the girl's feet spurred her into action. She dropped all pretense of elegance and shoved her hands into her underwear as she staggered in the direction of the toilet, slipping on the already-soaked floor (clearly the maid hadn't made it either) and falling on her buttocks. The yellow liquid beneath her soaked into her already wet skirt, and a current was visible shooting beneath her skirt as she began to relieve herself into the pool. Unable to move any further, she relaxed where she was, and her urine picked up into a loud stream, frothing into the puddle and spreading it around the remainder of the room. Her head swam as all the tension drained from her body, and there, the Princess lost consciousness, falling backward into the urine as she continued relieving herself on the floor. As the Librarian stood outside in her wet clothes, hoping to get her own opportunity to finish her wee, she listened in awe as the Princess continued urinating audibly for an extraordinarily long time. Before long, she noticed a new puddle growing beneath the door, meeting the puddles made by the maid and the Princess outside, waves visibly rippling across it as it continued to expand. Skirt Route > Hurry Maid Quote Lily knocked on the door frantically as she squeaked “I- is someone in there? Ah! Please hurry!” “Ah, I'll be out in a minute” the maid called reassuringly, and Lily heard the hiss coming from the other side of the door increase in volume. The Princess looked around suspiciously, and, seeing no one in line of sight in any direction, began to dance fervently, shoving her skirt between her legs as she lifted her legs and squirmed. The stream splashing into her handkerchief slowed to a trickle as she danced, and she felt confident that she might be able to keep herself dry, or at least no wetter, until the maid let her in. She continued to leak slowly, inexorably saturating her handkerchief. It soon began to drip, and she looked towards a nearby doorway, ready to try switching it out. At that moment, a door opened down the hall, and Lily hurriedly righted herself to a more respectable standing posture, allowing herself to cross her legs tightly in an attempt to compromise with her demanding urgency. The trickle turned into a series of squirts as her bladder continued to contract painfully while she tried to look elegant. Wetness splattered onto her thighs and against her butt as the saturated handkerchief overflowed under the onslaught. A page hurried down the corridor in her direction, and greeted her loudly: “Good morning, Your Highness!” “Ah, good morning, James” she responded as normally as she could, acutely aware that she was wetting herself while she stood. The boy blushed and looked away as she referred to him by name, failing to notice the rhythmically swelling rivulets criss-crossing the beautiful woman's legs, writing off the slight hissing noises as meaningless background while he continued on his way. The Princess bent sharply forward and shoved a hand in her crotch even as the boy ran down the corridor ahead of her, praying that he didn't turn around. She removed the clean handkerchief from her pocket and waddled toward the doorway she'd eyed earlier. She lifted her dress and pulled her waistbands forward while looking around, freezing as she saw the page disappearing around a corner, before continuing once he was out of sight. She pulled out the wet handkerchief and was about to replace it when she heard the clatter of a latch, and immediately shoved both her handkerchiefs in her pockets. Trying to get into a respectable pose once more, she crossed her legs, more to try to hide the unabsorbed spurts that were now dripping visibly to the floor than to try to hold it any better. Much to her relief, it was the bathroom door that burst open, revealing the maid, still dripping, with a big wet spot on her dress. The Princess immediately seized on the opportunity, abandoning her attempt to look dignified and waddling forward into the room. The spurts coming from her urethra resolved into a torrent as she moved, and golden fluid began sheeting down between her legs as she staggered toward the porcelain throne. Not even bothering to drop her underclothes, she lifted her skirt and dropped onto the seat, relaxing as a torrent thundered through her skirt and into the bowl, the noise echoing through the corridor even after the maid shut the door behind her. Her clothes billowed as the urine blasted through them, the already-ruined panties deformed permanently as the stream pushed against them and a hole formed in the crotch of the tights as the seam pulled apart. Lily's mind began to cloud with euphoria as she relieved herself into the bowl, and slowly but surely, she began to drift off, falling into a deep sleep even as urine continued splashing against the porcelain... Skirt Route> Look Around Quote Lily's eyes darted around, looking along the corridor, searching for anything that might give her an idea about what she could do. There was a window a short distance away, perhaps she could... No, she was not going to display her buttocks to the world while she sprayed a shower of urine down the wall of the castle, that would be stupid. Also she said she wouldn't try to wee outside of a toilet and she meant it. Whatever she did, it would be something that helped her wait until she could use the toilet normally like a dignified young woman. She squirmed as her bladder contracted and urine splashed defiantly into her handkerchief for a moment before her stream returned to a trickle. Then, a thought came to her: what if... the problem wasn't so much that she needed to not wee (that ship had sailed long ago), it was more that she needed people not to think that she'd weed. If she just stood outside waiting her turn, with her leaking as it already was, she knew she'd be waiting in a puddle before the maid was even half-done and anyone passing would see her predicament. She still wouldn't release into anything but a toilet, of course, but if she could hide the leaks that were forcing their way out, then she'd at least be able to pretend that she wasn't having an accident if anyone walked past. Her eyes alighted on the recessed door to a rarely-used storeroom a short distance away as a plan formed in her mind. She minced carefully over to the storeroom door, rivulets trickling slowly down her tights as her handkerchief began to overflow. She pushed the door open and stuck her head in, confirming that the room was empty. She turned back and looked around attentively, checking that there was no one nearby. She nervously slid her tights and panties down to her knees, sending droplets drizzling into them as she pulled up the back of her skirt and turned around. The plan was thus: if she stuck her leaking rear into the crack in the door and leaned forward, her accident would end up spraying behind her into the empty room, leaving her puddle out of sight on the stone floor. By only sticking her leaky bit into the room, she could keep an eye on the hallway, ready to pull her clothes up and shut the door if anyone appeared, and ready to dash into the toilet and relieve herself as soon as it became available. As long as she tensed hard to stop the flow and relaxed slightly when she couldn't tense any more in sequence, she could turn her stream into more forceful spurts, reducing the amount of drips that would fall onto her clothes, and as long as she kept on top of mopping up any rivulets on her legs with her final handkerchief, it was a perfect plan! (TL note: perfect means “terrible”) The not-quite-all-there-in-the-head-right-now Princess bent forward until her torso was almost horizontal, the pressure of her legs against her bladder forcing her urine to shoot out behind her. As she wedged her buttocks in the partly open door, the jet slowed back to a trickle, which arced slightly behind her and sent droplets into her lowered panties. She tensed as hard as she could, relaxing a few moments later involuntarily. Just as planned, her leaking stopped for a moment, before shooting out behind her without dripping. She continued the cycle of tensing and relaxation, continuing to spray urine onto the stone floor, while she mopped up the droplets around her legs with her last handkerchief. She crouched with her legs, sliding her rear down the doorway without interrupting her semi-voluntary squirting. When she could reach the floor, she used the square of fabric to soak up the droplets on the carpet that she'd lost while getting into position. As she tried to clamber back up, her bladder contracted painfully, and her tensed dam broke earlier than expected, causing a stronger stream to shoot into the room for a few seconds, before it began to slow and she was able to continue her previous cycle of tension and relaxation. According to plan, a puddle was slowly growing in the room behind her, but no wetness was visible around her in the corridor. A door opened a short distance along the corridor as a contraction built in Lily's bladder. She cut her stream short in a panic, tossing her clean handkerchief on top of the previous one still in her panties and yanking the assembly up as she pulled her buttocks from the doorway. The door closed behind her as the sudden increase in pressure forced her to cross one leg over the other and bend over in a half-squat while the guard approached. Shuddering, the girl forced herself straight as she started weeing into her new handkerchief, desperately trying to look nonchalant as the burly man passed. “G- good morning!” she greeted, straining her voice slightly as discomfort rolled through her. “Good morning, Your Highness! Lovely day, isn't it?” The guard responded dutifully. “It is, have a good day!” Lily replied with feigned brightness as the guard passed, glad he didn't stop to wonder why she was nestled in a doorway. She paced restlessly as he slowly walked away, looking longingly at the door as she felt her final handkerchief start to drip. Rivulets began running down her legs once again as the guard turned a corner at the end of the hallway, and the Princess dashed back to her doorway, not even looking the other way before she opened the door, where she pulled her underthings down and shoved her buttocks in the gap. A powerful jet immediately shot out of her tortured sphincter as she started looking around, moaning quietly as her urine sprayed forcefully into the room. As she turned her head, she almost yelped when she saw a man with a measuring tape writing in a clipboard a short distance away. She pulled up her tights in a panic, still urinating forcibly, causing droplets to rain down around her. Tears welled in her eyes when she realised that she could no longer hide and was ruined the moment he looked over. Just then, in a miracle of convenient timing, the bathroom door unlocked and the Princess immediately staggered toward it, almost crashing into the relieved maid. Focusing on getting out of sight, she barely even thought about trying to slow the torrent that was splashing out full-force from her sphincter. She quickly locked the door behind her and pulled down her underthings. As she waddled toward salvation, her urine jetted forward slightly in an arc, the stream sloshing left and right as she stepped awkwardly with her panties at her knees. She dropped down onto the seat with a sigh, and relaxed as she relieved herself forcefully against the porcelain. A thundering noise was easily audible even in the hallway beyond the locked door, and the decorator measuring the paintings looked around for the source of the noise. As urine thrashed out of her tired exit, Lily's head swam with relief and her exhaustion caught up with her. She began to drift off, and slowly fell into a deep sleep, even as her torrent continued to blast into the sturdy bowl... Skirt Route > Use Men's Room Quote Lily looked longingly toward the men's bathroom across the hallway. It was her best option. No one would walk in on her anyway because the door locked and it was designed for one person. The only risk was someone seeing her leave, but she'd just have to hope that wouldn't happen. Or claim that she thought she heard someone calling for help, or something. She looked around suspiciously as she crossed the hall, moaning quietly as the anticipation sent her bladder into overdrive. Spurts forced their way out of her urethra as she pushed nervously against the door. Slipping quietly through the gap she made, she let the door close behind her and locked it, pulling against the door to check it couldn't be opened. She advanced into the room, momentarily forgetting her predicament as she was overcome by curiosity and started looking around. It had a sink, like she'd expected, and a mirror – also expected, and there was a magic crystal light just like every other room, and it had a sink, like she'd expe- wait. She'd already seen the sink. Why was there another one? And wasn't something conspicuously missing from this room whose main purpose was supposed to be to relieve oneself? If this was going to be the moment she found out that men didn't urinate she was going to scream, elegance be damned! “Ngaaaaaaoooooohhhhhhhh” it wasn't quite a scream, but a high-pitched guttural noise left her mouth as an extraordinarily powerful contraction interrupted her thoughts and forced a hissing torrent past her sphincter. She stepped from foot to foot and shoved her hands in her underwear, but it was no use – her crotch filled with urine, which splattered to the floor in a great cascade as the stream continued unabated. She stamped her feet on the floor and squirmed in a panic as she tried to work out what she should do. Author's note: Due to elven ancestry giving humans in this world magically augmented digestion, there are few, if any, humans that actually produce faeces; at least unless they eat something very indigestible like a rock, which will just come out the other end completely clean. For a country like Floraden far to the west, close to the Great Forest, elven ancestry is very strong and it's pretty much certain that nobody poops, so non-disabled gendered toilets are designed based on the assumption that men can relieve themselves standing up (and disability rights are in their infancy anyway). Also, as you can probably guess, the second sink is a urinal. I tried to write this part a bit from the Princess's perspective, and she's never seen one before. She realised she had seen men relieving themselves before; she was shocked to discover that they did it against walls while standing in public – a discovery she made when she got lost in the city one Friday and wandered around all night (she'd almost had an accident back then, too). She wondered “maybe that low sink is supposed to serve as the wall? Should I try to stand in front of it? How do they make the wee go forward?” Not having the liberty to do research or ask for help, she decided to throw caution to the wind and try to relieve herself into the second sink. She pulled her panties and tights down to her knees, and her leak coalesced into a powerful jet shooting slightly forward – but not enough for her to get it into the urinal, which had a lip at crotch-level. In spite of the powerful stream, she was still holding back quite a lot, and she marched on the spot as she weed, the stream flicking from side to side, trying to work out what to do as urine sprayed onto the floor and over her clothes. With an idea forming, she lifted her skirt and waddled forwards, leaning back slightly to push her stream out ahead. She advanced until her crotch was almost touching the porcelain, and her stream splattered against it and fell down onto her clothes. Lifting to her tiptoes, she was able to perch herself on the edge, and her stream gurgled down into the drain at last. Satisfied that she was finally able to release, she allowed her full-force torrent to shoot into the mysterious fixture. She moaned loudly in relief as it thundered into the small drain, not realising that a new problem was rapidly developing: her urine swirled around in the bowl as it flowed into the drain, but the rate at which the device was emptying was slower than the rate at which the Princess was relieving herself. The golden maelstrom swirling in the “sink” swelled rapidly, and not 10 seconds into her relaxation, the girl's crotch was tickled by the rising liquid. “Eep!” the still-desperate girl squealed as she tried to hold it in once more, slowing the torrent slightly as it began to overflow. She stumbled back from the fixture, spraying her clothes again with the golden cascade. She managed to momentarily stop the flow, only to squirt repeatedly at the floor. “Ngh! Ooh! Aah!” she moaned, the squirts once again forcing vocalisations. Seeing the porcelain empty, she staggered back to the “sink”, tiptoeing up to the lip again and this time trying to hold herself back. A more normal stream splashed into the bowl, swirling around as it flowed into the drain. Every few moments, the girl was wracked by a spasm, each one causing her stream to momentarily pick up as she tried not to vocalise. She continued relieving herself in that fashion for almost ten minutes; it was only in the last twenty seconds of her drawn-out voiding that her stream became manageable without holding back. As the last spurts splashed into the mysterious fixture, the young woman staggered backwards. Her clothing was already beginning to air-dry when she pulled it back up. She smelled strongly of urine, but anyone who saw her from out of scent range would be none the wiser to her situation. Gathering what remained of her wits, the exhausted girl stumbled back toward her room, mercifully seeing no one on the way, only to find the head maid standing in front of her dresser, staring vexedly at the expansive puddle before it... Edited December 24, 2020 by redlaw (see edit history) TheDudeIV, Brown&yellow, d1z and 6 others 7 1 1 Quote Link to comment
LifeIsStrange 1,003 Posted December 24, 2020 Share Posted December 24, 2020 that was awesome daisyduke and TheDudeIV 2 Quote Link to comment
gfaroank 18 Posted December 24, 2020 Share Posted December 24, 2020 Perfect, wonderful, looking forward to the follow-up。 Quote Link to comment
mipmixer 44 Posted December 27, 2020 Share Posted December 27, 2020 (edited) Absolutely amazing. I love "waking up desperate" stories. I guess this is why they had chamber pots in real life. Edited December 27, 2020 by mipmixer (see edit history) Quote Link to comment
Manticore 20 Posted December 30, 2020 Share Posted December 30, 2020 Really excellent, the so full they're leaking scenario is superb and I hope you write some more. Plus the choose-your-own path/outfit is an extra-hot addition, really makes the end of the read something special Quote Link to comment
Mei-Anne 1 Posted January 10, 2021 Share Posted January 10, 2021 This is so hot, I love it!! Quote Link to comment
C-Bird 14 Posted March 14, 2021 Share Posted March 14, 2021 Oh my god, it is great, probably one of my favorite stories here. I really love the medieval/fantasy wetting settings and your world building is so good! I think I would love to maybe illustrate some of the routes, when I have some time. And the route with garden and guard is just insanely hot! Quote Link to comment
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