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Choice B CLANK! Irene's shoe struck a grate in the women's bathroom, and she darted to the cafeteria, one hand between her legs and the other over her butt. She hopped over the counter and slid u

D,B,C!

Choices A and C. The Infirmary Bladder: 95% Mental State: Terrified -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Irene be

Choice B

Irene hit the floor and crawled under the bed, closing the overhanging sheets behind her with a little opening to see outside. She could hear the sound of glass crackle just outside the room as the robot patrolled its way down the hallway. She flinched at the sound of a door being violently torn down, and tables being thrown against the wall. Each sound made her whimper and spurt pee in fear. The sounds of blades scraping against each other sent shivers down her spine as the robot drew closer and closer to the room she hid in.

Then, just as she had feared, a shadow entered the room, revealing a metal claw of one of the robot's many feet. Irene held her breath and sat as still as possible, her heart pounding like a drum. She sweated profusely, and pee leaked as it it were also sweat, forcing Irene to hold with her hands clamped around her crotch. If I pee, then it will flow from under the bed and alert the robot! she thought worriedly, holding as hard as possible to hide her position. She bit her lip as they quivered, her legs shook as her knees crossed, trying to apply as much pressure against her bladder as possible. T

he robot stabbed the countertop and tossed the surgery cart, just barely missing the bed. Then the robot investigated the sink, noticing the existing pee that had been drained into it. Eeep! she squeaked, spurting pee, thinking the robot would track the pee to her. Catching the sound, the robot began investigating everywhere, stabbing the cabinet and then slashing at the curtain. The robot then looked at the bed, approaching it slowly. Irene's heart raced faster and faster as the robot closed in. It rested its claw on the top of the bed and scraped, dragging the bed with it. Irene crawled to successfully stay hidden under the bed. The robot kept curiously poking and prodding at the bed, making Irene afraid that at any minute the robot would wind her. Then, the robot suddenly stepped away from the bed, as if finishing its inquiry, and turned around to another cabinet. I can't! I can't! Irene cried, holding harder and harder, tears flowing down her face. Then pee began to leak into her panties, the leaking slowly growing in strength. Pee seeped out through her fingers as her hands clenched tight, but as the pressure built, the leak turned into a stream, and an audible hhhssss made its way out.

The robot suddenly stopped and turned back to the bed, alerted by the sound of hissing. Irene quietly squealed as pee streamed out harder and harder. A puddle of pee formed under her butt, flowing with the tiles until the puddle expanded outside the confines of the blanket curtain. The robot caught notice of the puddle, dipping a blade in to investigate. Irene hyperventilated, trying and failing to stop herself from peeing, her bladder still desperately trying to relieve its pressure. Then with a CRASH the robot slashed at the bed, throwing it against the wall and leaving Irene sitting on the floor in a puddle of her own pee. Her stream erupted into a jet as Irene was consumed in terror, screaming.

"PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" she screamed, not thinking about whether the robot could understand or care. A claw raised in the air, poised to impale Irene, and slammed into the floor. Irene jerked back just in time for the blade to land just between her legs so close to her crotch that pee flowed around the blade. The torrent of pee pulsed as Irene had to simultaneously urinate and flee, only being able to muster the strength to crawl backwards. Another claw stabbed at the ground, tearing Irene's shirt off. When her bladder finally emptied just enough to allow herself to stand back up, she flipped over and crawled right under the robot, it being unable to stab there. After clearing the robot, she jumped up and sprinted out of the room in nothing but her bra, panties, socks, and shoes, pee still torrenting under her.

Her sprint was more like a hobble since her urination prevented her from running properly. She dodged and weaved as the robot lunged out of the room to grab her, causing the robot to crash into a pile of tables. Irene's bladder pulsed one more jet of pee until it was finally empty, her stream tapering into a little trickle until she was completely done. After that relief, Irene was able to finally run properly, and she outran the robot by vaulting over the thrown tables and chairs that tripped the murderous machine. The robot was relentless though, and Irene could not shake it off as she ran still screaming in terror. 

Irene sprinted down to the end of the ward, she had three ways out. Taking less than a second to make a decision, she...

A) ...ducked into a vent leading to Botany, and crawled about twenty-five metres down until a solid chunk of building was between her and the robot. There was no direct connection between Botany and the Infirmary, which meant the robot had a bit of a trek to catch up to her. Botany would give Irene a much needed break from peeing herself and being almost totally naked, and there were a plethora of berries to eat in the greenhouse as Irene grew hungry. 

B) ...bolted outside into the blizzard. She could see another door about fifty metres across the peak, and the snow confused the robot enough to leave it lost in the blizzard behind her before it gave up and galloped to break into a hallway much farther away. Unfortunately, even a little bit in the cold would sting for Irene's bare and wet body, and would still stress over being nearly completely naked.

C) ...sprinted into the Foundary. Though abandoned, it was still running under automation, and the room was around 40 degrees Celcius from the extraction and forging of special metals hidden deep in the mountain. The extreme heat caused the robot, who could see with thermal vision, to lose sight of Irene and deter it away from overheating its CPU. Her state of near-nudity would help her from overheating, but Irene would be most tempted to find and start chugging the various regulation-mandated potable water stations littered throughout the Foundary.

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The Foundry

Bladder Status: 17%

Mental State: Overwhelmed

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Irene broke into the foundry and ran along the catwalk, weaving between ovens. The robot quickly lost her trail in the heat, its sensors only picking up the bright red of the hot air, and retreated back into the infirmary. Irene found any vertical surface not too hot to touch, and leaned against it to gasp for air, wheezing as her untrained lungs constricted before finally giving way back to sweet oxygen. After catching her breath, she started bawling as she looked at herself, wearing nothing but a shoes, a bra, and pee-soaked panties. Despite nobody there to look, she instinctively tried covering herself with her arms before giving up to her tears. Why me!? she cried, Why am I here!? Why is there a monster!? Why did I have to pee myself!? Why am I naked!? I just wanted to go home! Sniffling back up the snot that ran out of her nose, Irene stood back up, and began to look for another way out.

Blast furnaces forged an unknown metal in the foundry. Even though Irene only had a basic understanding of modern metallurgy, she figured that if a science lab was processing metal, it'd be an unusual substance. The furnaces released a tremendous amount of heat, and though the room was still being air-conditioned, it was still exceptionally hot. Beads of sweat flowed down her body, and slowly all her clothing was damp from sweat. Though not really improving her mood, she at least felt a little relief from her pee being masked by much more sweat, but her completely damp underwear rode up her legs and butt and presented an irritating itch that would heave her constantly plucking at her panties in futile attempts to air them out. She also grew quite a thirst, her tongue feeling her dry pallet.

Thankfully, there were several water fountains along the wall, marked with signs instructing constant hydration. Irene stopped by the first one she saw, and began slurping. The water tasted no worse than bottled water, being properly cleaned and kept cold, leading her to slurp more and more as her stomach subtly distended. It was almost a good five minutes until her thirst was satisfied, and she was rejuvenated to find her way out. Continuing down the catwalk she finally approached a steel door marked by an exit sign, and passed through. A rush of cold air swept her, as her sweat caused her to shiver. With nowhere else to go but forward, she hugged herself and tiptoed down the hallway, the fuzz on her skin standing up as she anxiously anticipated the robot to ambush at any time.

Irene looked around at her surroundings and noticed something that immediately triggered her. I'm back in the barracks!? she thought, fearful that she was all the way back where she started. Even though the signs did indicate that she was indeed in a barracks, fortunately she was not in the same wing she started in. She was in the lead-scientist barracks, floored in carpet instead of steel, and as she explored the rooms she discovered each room had one or two bed frames, and a desk. The sight of beds made her yawn and stretch, making her think about how much time had passed. Irene had no clue, but it had been a very long time. However, with a monster skulking about, she couldn't find a good reason to take a break. Exploring one of the living quarters, she began to rifle through a desk out of curiosity, and found a goody to give her much needed respite after so much fearful running. She found...

A) ... a can of sweet soda, slightly chilled, and of Irene's favorite brand.

B) ... a soft blanket and pillow to wrap herself up in and take a short nap under the desk.

C) ... a mini-freezer with a tub of Halo-top ice cream.

 

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Choices C and B

Irene grabbed the blanket, pillow, and ice cream, and ran them to the foundry. Outside the foundry entrance was a small office room for a secretary, housing a desk with a space underneath perfect to Irene to curl up and catch a small snooze. This way, she wouldn't have to sleep in the heat, but still had the foundry to run into if she needed to escape. Unconsciously scratching her crotch she realized her wet panties were starting to itch and chafe, as well as her damp bra from the sweat. She hesitantly removed all her clothes, all the while blushing profusely and hiding her modesty with her arms, and brought the clothes into the foundry to be hung over the catwalk railing to dry. She then returned to the desk, sat down, wrapped herself in the blanket, and began to eat her ice cream before falling asleep.

The monster never left the back of Irene's mind, but she was able to catch a little bit of relief in the meantime. The occasional creaking of the steel superstructure occasionally tipped Irene off, but overall there weren't any threats to worry about at the time. No metal stomping, no sound of furniture being thrown, and no scraping of sharp metal blades. But after a good three hours of napping, a familiar sensation began to grow in Irene's abdomen, as well as a new one. She woke up, sat up, and felt below on her torso. Just by touching a little bulge her legs twitched slightly, tensing up and bringing together. I have to pee again, she thought, mustering the courage to just pee in the foundry, until she investigated her other sensation.

A sharp ache shot through her tummy, and her glutes clenched as a tight pressure began to push in her butt. She groaned in pain as she realized the ice cream had gone right through her, and her body wasn't reacting very well to it. Irene desperately wanted to fart, but as she tried she could feel something a bit more solid try to escape, forcing her to clench up and hold. She had to poop, and that complicated her plans to just pee in the foundry. If she pooped in the foundry she'd have nothing to wipe with, the blanket being a little too slick in fabric. She returned to the foundry, put on her panties, bra, and footwear, and continued out the foundry down the hallway to try and find a bathroom, her heart beating faster in anticipation for all the trouble that she had just escaped from.

Irene had to walk slightly crouched and slowly, as each step aggravated her stomach. Her bladder was also increasing in pressure, and as aches shot through her gut she could feel little drops of pee leak out. It was hard for her to hold from both ends, and Irene cringed at the thought of soiling herself again. Approaching a crossway intersection her legs rubbed together, her hips waggling and her arms tight by her side, as she tried to figure out a direction. Comedor, one direction was labeled, Mess-hall. If there was a place to eat, there was a place to poop, Irene thought, and began to waddle her way down. Her heart raced as every creak and sound of the facility made her wonder if the monster was right on her tail. Tears already leaked from her eyes in fear at the thought of being chased again, and she prayed that this time she'd just be able to pee in piece.

As she finally arrived at the mess-hall, she immediately began looking for a bathroom. Bingo, she thought, as she found just around the corner two hallways leading to a men's and women's bathroom. She stood still and listened closely, making sure the monster was nowhere around, and she approached the bathroom. She chose to enter the men's bathroom, just for added security, as she remembered in movies the monster was always in the women's bathroom. She tiptoed down the corridor as she held herself, awaiting any sign of the robot, until she hit something in a big thud. She fell down, and as she looked up she immediately clenched her bladder and butt, as she squirted a little pee in fear. The robot!

The sounds of beeping erupted as the robot, apparently either turned off or sleeping, rebooted itself back to life, and stood up. If flared its bladed appendages in a self-diagnostic check, and began to turn around to face Irene. Irene shivered, hesitating in her breath, teeth clattering as her butt clenched to hold her poo, and another squirt leaked from her pussy into her panties. She whimpered as her life flashed before her eyes. She immediately sprinted out, just before the robot could see her, forcing the robot to decide based on sound alone where its victim fled.  Irene...

A) ... ran into the women's bathroom, throwing a shoe back into the cafeteria, creating a loud sound as it hit some stacked trays and cups to distract the robot. She needed to go, and go bad, and she did not want to miss an opportunity to relieve herself in a toilet finally.

B) ... ran into the cafeteria, throwing a shoe into the women's bathroom, creating a loud sound as it hit a bolted-down vent grate to distract the robot. The cafeteria was the only place with decent hiding spots, and she did not want to get cornered on a toilet.

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