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LIMIT CRISIS OUTCOME: Chatty has successfully resisted the urge to urinate, for now.

 

You still flinch with every beat of your hopelessly full bladder. But it wasn’t a question of whether or not you could hold it. You had to hold it. Not only was your freedom at stake, you had just voted Betray against Siren. If you couldn’t take it, you should have just voted Ally. Then Siren would have been able to pee, at least. As things were, you were totally committed to toughing it out. But it wasn’t easy. God, it wasn’t easy. You needed to tense every time in response to your bladder fighting you, and the pain a constant factor. Finally, at least you are able to open your eyes.

In the darkness, it’s hard to properly survey the damage. You think you can see a small puddle near the base of the voting machine. Unless you’re imagining it, it means your one-second leak shot out of you with enough force to travel about half a meter. Through your panties, too. They’re a bit wet, you think.

Oh god here it comes again. It doesn’t get any easier at all. At this point you are more or less physically pushing back against your bladder to prevent wetting yourself. You don’t even want to think about the fact that your bladder is still filling as a result of the super-diuretic. You can’t think about that fact. You can’t imagine desperation more intense than this. This had to be your limit soon, it had to be. You had never ever needed to pee this bad, and before today you had never even imagine it was possible to need to pee this bad.

Please, hurry up and end. Now that you had some level of control over your body, your bladder was trying to make you give up using your mind instead. Again and again, you had to kill thoughts before they could hurt you. Orca peeing in the beaker, Rocker wetting herself, Nemean letting loose over a toilet, finally. Then more; peeing outside, peeing with Siren, peeing in the beaker again. You couldn’t let any of these thoughts take hold. They would destroy you in seconds.

Why is it so slow? Hurry, the door must hurry. You were losing strength again. Your bladder, your hands, your pussy. You can’t take this. Your bladder is filling more, you can’t. You are losing your grip, you can’t. Your pee-hole aches, you can’t. You can’t take this much longer, please!

Just this once, your prayers are answered. The doors behind you open.

Voting for the second round of the DP game has concluded. Please review voting results on the display in the main area. After results are displayed, the toilet will become available for a time to anyone with enough DP.

You walk towards the toilet as the announcement plays. Somehow, you can keep yourself composed well enough to do so. You can’t think about anything else. Just keep walking. The toilet has two symbols, stick figures. One of them has a dress. Don’t think about it.

Orca catches up to you just as you reach the toilet. “Chatty…!”

You almost ignore her and enter the toilet.

“Chatty, please!” You turn your head back, a little. Orca has tears in her eyes. Further back is Rocker, who is being helped by Mime. Even though she exited closest to the toilet, she’s slow. She’s much taller than Mime, but looks very small next to him all of a sudden.

Tears are falling down Orca’s face. “Please, please I have to use the toilet! I’ll be quick, I promise. I’ll be so, so quick! If I wait for you and Rocker, I’m going to wet myself! It hurts and I have to pee so bad, I’m leaking!” She sniffles. “Please?”

There is barely enough time to assess the situation. Rocker looks like she’s been run over by something. You’re not sure if she can make it to the toilet, much less wait for you and Orca. As for you, it’s bad. So, incredibly, awfully bad. Can you even wait another second? And then, Orca. How badly does she need to go? You’ve seen her bladder, it’s bad. According to her, she also drank the super diuretic. And, well, the performance she’s putting on… You were able to push past your limits once, but could you really do it again? What about the other two?

 

DECISION – Choose one
YOU NEED TO GO FIRST
ORCA CAN GO FIRST
ROCKER SHOULD GO FIRST

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You feel another wave of desperation coming. You needed to pee. Not in the general sense of having a severe urge to urinate, but in an extremely immediate sense of absolutely needing to get inside that toilet right now. For that reason, you…

“G-go first!”

Orca sobs. “Thank…!” Orca immediately gets one hand away from her crotch to press the button to open the toilet. In less than a second, she is inside and the locking mechanism switches from green to red.

What had you done? Your bladder, which had given you a slight reprieve to make it to the toilet, immediately punishes you for your ridiculous altruism. The intense pressure from your bladder, hot and angry, causes your knees to sink a little. Your eyes start to water from sheer exertion as it contracts over and over again. Digging your fingers into your exit, you can feel the outline of your bladder from underneath. It was rock hard, and burning hot. You were reaching a point where you thought you were starting to feel every single drop of urine poured from your kidneys to fill your bladder. Was filling as the seconds passed? It had to be because of the diuretic, but you just couldn’t bear to think about it. The unbelievable intensity you were feeling right now was already far too much, no more. No more.

You feel a leak coming again. It felt just like before, like it would gush right out of you. You push back, hard, to stop it from happening. The leak is prevented, but as a result a harsh spike of pain travels inwards through your abdomen. You sink even deeper as you groan breathlessly. Hurry, Orca. Hurry, hurry, hurry hurry! Need to pee, need to pee, need to pee, pee, pee! Your thoughts are consumed by primal desire. Hold it, hold it, can’t, pee, hold it!

You barely even register Rocker arriving next to you. She is being supported by Mime, who then awkwardly leaves her next to you and heads off in the opposite direction. Rocker herself looks like a wounded animal, shaking and bent over.

“C-chatty… Fuck…!” Rocker can barely get the words out, but there is a command within them. No. No no no no no. You couldn’t, you wouldn’t. Letting Orca go first, crying desperate Orca who had shown you her bladder go first was you last act of altruism. Your actions were now slave to your bladder, no more choices. It was every woman for herself, and your only mission now was to make it until Orca finished. You think Rocker is saying something, but you can’t even make out the words anymore.

Suddenly, Rocker tenses up. You see pure fear and panic in her eyes as she digs her fingers into herself, deep. A single bead of urine travels down the inside of her thigh. She freezes completely in place. A high-pitched humming noise escapes her. Then, you feel it too. A wave of pure pee desperation, a hundred times worse than anything you had felt before. It was the experience if your bladder so full to the brim that it felt like it would tear you apart. A bladder which could not even take a single additional drop, filling even more. It wasn’t just full beyond capacity. It was maddeningly full, almost physics-defyingly full. And it demanded you relieve yourself, now. You felt like you would leak, like before. Except, this wasn’t a leak. You felt, you knew, that you were seconds away from total annihilation. If you leaked now, it would be the never-ending spray of your full accident. Your bladder was strong, but this was the limit. The absolute, unbearable limit. You needed, needed to push back hard enough to make it just long enough for Orca to finish.

 

DUAL LIMIT CRISIS – YOU MAY ONLY VOTE FOR ONE ALTERNATIVE.

LIMIT CRISIS – CHATTY (Current: 10% probability of success)
HOLD ON CHATTY (Each vote adds 5% to the rate of success)
GIVE UP CHATTY (Each vote removes 5% from the rate of success)

LIMIT CRISIS – ROCKER (Current: 20% probability of success)
HOLD ON ROCKER (Each vote adds 5% to the rate of success)
GIVE UP ROCKER (Each vote removes 5% from the rate of success)

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