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  1. I've thought of two others in the first theme, although not the specific one you had in mind with the "girl finding herself in another world" angle:
  2. I don't clearly remember anything with a setting that fits that description, but as for the more general "proud of her capacity" theme, one that comes to mind immediately is Indra vs. Kira.
  3. In the real world it's used in hospitals sometimes to refer to someone who visits too frequently, usually with an unkind implicit accusation as to why. So at the helpline they're using it very similarly, for someone who has way too many emergencies and might be doing it on purpose.
  4. A quick story I came up with after being inspired by the very nice "030", with some slight variation on the themes. -- "Thank you for calling 9-3-3 9-3-3," the general receptionist recited with her usual detached but dutifully sweet tone. "How may I direct your call?" "~Hello~!" the caller's voice held a little musical lilt that made it quite a bit sweeter than that. "I think I'm going to need the 'potty emergency helpline'." She gave a quick giggle. "Um, right away. Thanks," she finished. "The po- uh, the public urinary emergency helpline," the operator said, her tone faltering just a bit as she caught herself and gave the proper name. "Transferring you now." "Hello," the helpline operator had a similar detached yet pleasant tone, just a bit more brusque than the other's. "Are you having a public urinary emergency?" "I, um..." the caller seemed to hesitate, her voice trembling just slightly. "I think so." this time her little giggle sounded more bashful. "I really have to go to the bathroom. And, um-" "Thank you," the operator interrupted gently. "Are you in immediate danger of a public urinary accident?" "Oh, um, well," she hesitated again, a bit longer. "I guess not. I'm not about to wet myself right away or anything-" "Within the next minute or so?" the gentle prompting had a perfunctory air to it. "No, I don't think so. It's just, um, I don't know how much longer I can hold it. And there's a big line, so..." This time the operator waited for the caller to trail off. "Ah, before we continue, I have to inform you now that all calls to the urinary assistance helpline may be monitored for compliance purposes." Her tone softened perceptibly as she finished the obligatory portion of the call. "Now, my name's Clara. Could you tell me about your situation?" "Oh! I'm Kendra. And, um, like I said, it's a *potty emergency*." Kendra's voice got bashful when she said that, although this time Clara didn't correct her choice of words like her coworker had. "See, there's this huge line at the bathrooms, and I have to go *really* bad," she gave a little nervous giggle. "So, um, I really don't know if I can hold it." "Hmm, alright," Clara took a moment to type before prompting, "now is there only the one bathroom? Or perhaps somewhere else you could go?" "Oh, no, there's lots of bathrooms here. It's just, there's one line for all of them, and it's, like, really long." Kendra giggled nervously again. "I tried to look for something else, but there wasn't anything anywhere. Not even, um, you know... someplace private." She let out a little sigh. "I went back to the bus stop too, but the next one doesn't leave for almost an hour. And then by the time I got back the line was even longer, and I had to go even worse." "Right, so now, um... I suppose you're at a party of some sort?" Clara ventured gently, "Is it at a private residence, then, or a public venue?" "It's a concert. Like, an outdoor concert. At the venue, um... I think a bit north of town..." "Yes, I know that one." Clara's voice seemed sympathetic, with a subtle hint of disappointment. "We get calls from that place whenever there's an event. It's, uh, a bit of a hotspot." "I can imagine!" now Kendra sounded sympathetic. "I mean, when we got here it looked like there were plenty of bathrooms. But, well, I guess once the show gets started nobody wants to get up and miss any of it, so then when the show was over everyone ended up trying to use them all at once... She sighed, but instead of trailing off again she continued, "At this rate, it might just turn into, um, a bit of a *wet spot*." She giggled at that, having stumbled upon another popular but not quite proper choice of words, which turned into a brief fit of nervous giggling. Then she stopped and gasped again, sharply, "Oh my goodness! I gotta go so bad!" "Right, uh, we should continue," Clara said hurriedly, moving on to the next question. "Now, as best you can remember, how long has it been since you used the bathroom." "Well, it was this morning. So I guess, uh, how many hours is that..." "At least twelve hours?" Clara prompted. "Oh, yeah, even more I think. Let's see, it was right before I left, and then I stopped for coffee on the way to work-" "Alright, well, anything more than twelve hours is plenty. Now um, that was at home, I take it?" "Uh-huh, before I left for work. I always try to only go to the bathroom at home. I guess sometimes if I'm running a little late I'll wait and use the one at the coffee place, since they have a deal where if you get a large or extra large they'll give you a free pass, except the bathrooms are shared with the two other places in the building so-" "Right. So then, uh," Clara interrupted as Kendra started to get off track a little, "I guess you've had plenty to drink too." She gave a little chuckle, which maybe didn't sound quite as relaxed as she was going for. "Oh, for sure. First the coffee- uh, it was a large today, and I drank most of it on the bus. Then at work after I finished it I had a watermelon smoothie. See, we're on our feet all day so we get free drinks from the juice bar as sort of a perk, which is nice," Kendra's tone seemed to be shifting as she spoke growing more nervous by the second, and she was already getting off track again. "Only two per shift, though. Oh, and nothing extra-large because sometimes we get collectible cups and they said last year there was someone who tried hoarding them to cash in-" "Yes, okay," Clara interrupted her again. "Now um, did you go back home after that?" she asked gently, approaching the next question from a slightly subtler angle. "Oh, no, after work I met up with my friend and we had something to eat before the concert. I didn't want to have to go home to get changed so I just put my dress on in the break room. That way there was plenty of time to catch the bus too so I got a berry iced tea while we were waiting, since it was getting pretty warm." "Uh-huh. Now um, when you went to eat," Clara's tone shifted as she asked more directly, "there would have been a bathroom at the restaurant, right?" "Oh right," Kendra seemed to realize the purpose of the question. "so what happened was a couple of us went to get the order and we all met up at the park, to have sort of a picnic. I was sorta around for a bathroom when we got to the park, because I was already starting to have to go." That last bit was said in a slight conspiratorial lilt and followed by a little giggle, which was cut short by a little gasp. After a moment she went on, "Well, um, I guess I kinda had to go before that. I maybe could have gone to the bathroom while we were waiting for the bus. But the bathrooms at work are for customers, and they can get kinda crowded. And by the time I got changed my friend was there, and we weren't exactly sure if the bus was coming soon." "Hmm, I see," Clara paused briefly to type that bit up. "Thank you for being honest. I'm sure you know it doesn't help your case that you had a chance to p- to get relief," she caught herself at the last moment and switched to proper terminology, continuing quickly to cover the slight lapse, "before it became an emergency. Under the circumstances it does seem understandable, however, and-" "I know, I really should have gone to the bathroom when I had a chance," the nervousness in Kendra's voice was just tipping over to distress. "And believe me, if I had any idea it was going to end up like this I totally would have!" She gasped again, then whimpered for just a moment. "I gotta go so, so bad!" "Yes, I believe you," Clara went on quickly. "And I've reached a preliminary conclusion that you're having a genuine urinary emergency." As usual, she made sure to say it with a sympathetic tone and a little hopeful note. "Now there's just a couple last questions left. Um, but if you feel like you're in danger of having an accident in the next minute, please say so immediately." "Okay. Thank you," Kendra squeaked, her voice quivering with distress that seemed to wash right over the gratitude. "I think I'm still okay for now. I just- I really don't know how long I can keep holding it..." "Right. I'll try to hurry. Uh, first, if you have your receipt I'll need to see that. Just to confirm the conclusion, that is." "My receipt... from the restaurant?" "No, your bathroom receipt, I mean. If it's a newer one there should be a QR code you can use, or if it's an older one with just the barcode you'll need to take a picture of it." "Oh right. Um, I've been using the app. Does that work?" "Yes of course. That's even better, really. Here," she paused for a moment, "I'll just send you a notification." "Okay," Kendra paused as well, and her voice was slightly muffled as she went on, "so I guess I just tap this..." "Yes. I've got it," the smile was right there in Clara's voice. "Let's see here... at home, fourteen hours ago." That with a slight hint of admiration. "Just like you mentioned. And the volume... oh. Wow..." She trailed off before she could read out the number itself. "Hmm? What is it?" Kendra's distress was joined by a bit of confusion. "Oh, no. It, uh, it's fine." Clara gave a quite nervous chuckle and moved on hurriedly. "Now the drinks, um... I see the large coffee from this morning. Then the smoothie and the tea." "Right. That's right, there's that integration feature on the app now." "Yes, it's pretty new. If those two were fountain drinks it won't show the sizes. And it looks like there's nothing after that either, I guess since you didn't place the order." "My friend picked it up for us, like I said. And then at the concert the first drink was included with our tickets." Clara sighed. "We keep telling them not to do things like that. It's a strategy to sell more drinks, but the bathroom situation there is barely adequate under normal circumstances, and any extra drinks just make the wet- uh, the hotspot- that much worse." She caught herself quickly. "Hmm. Mm-hmm..." Kendra definitely didn't sound like she noticed that little slip, and for that matter sounded like she might even be too distracted to really notice any of what Clara was saying. "Um, right. Anyway," Clara said even more hurriedly, "with all this, I think I can confirm you are definitely having a genuine urinary emergency." That with a distinct encouraging tone, even though it sounded a bit incongruent. "That means I can now authorize emergency measures." "Mmm, t-thanks." The distress and tension had completely overtaken Kendra's voice. "So, first of all, do you have a P-T?- er, that is, a portable toilet or similar receptacle?" She remained brightly hopeful. "Oh. N-no, I- mmph!" Kendra paused for a moment and made a sort of tremulous whining sound. "I mean, I never really keep something like that around. I've been, you know, thinking about it..." "Well, we do really recommend getting one." Clara sounded entirely unsurprised and her response perfunctory. "But for now, I can also authorize use of an improvised receptacle. Is there anything else there you can use? A bottle, maybe, or just a largeish can?" "A, um..." Kendra trailed off with a little moan, then another, longer and slightly higher-pitched. "I, uh, don't think so. None of the beer was in cans or bottles or anything." She paused, gave another quick whimper, then went on more rapidly, "I guess I maybe shouldn't have had quite so much beer after all. I mean, the first one was free, and I thought just one wouldn't be a big deal, and the bathrooms were right there, just in case... but then Lydia said she didn't want the rest of hers so I finished it for her, and then Meredith said the same thing. But still, I really should have known better, since..." she moaned again, a high and rising note that somehow seemed just a bit like a warning siren. "Well... beer *always* goes *right* through me." she squeaked. "Yes, that's, uh..." Clara's encouraging tone was rapidly disappearing. "It can have a bit of a diuretic effect." "A what?... Then that means..." Kendra's strained voice was becoming more strained by the second. "Oh no." A soft gasp, then, "Oh no!" "I know. And, um, so can watermelon, for that matter. Anyway, if there's anything there you can use, you have authorization. So just... uh..." Clara trailed off. Kendra didn't even seem to hear it. "That must be why it keeps getting worse!" She gasped again, much more sharply. "If the line doesn't start moving, I... I... I might just..." "I'm really sorry," Clara's voice was just as honestly sympathetic as before, although distinctly less hopeful. "Even in an emergency, I can't authorize you to cut in line. Since, you see, someone else in front of you might be having a potty emergency too." This time she didn't even catch her own terminology slip-up. "Oh, of course, I understand. A-and I couldn't possibly do that to someone anyway," she added emphatically. "I guess, um, I'll just... have to hold it." She followed that with a tiny nervous giggle, which immediately turned into a tiny startled squeak and another whimper. "Right. Well then, um..." Clara's voice got a little lower and more serious. "I'm afraid that no matter what the circumstances, we simply can't ever authorize *voluntary* public urination." She emphasized that word slightly, just enough to be picked up by someone who might not expect it. "Yes. I know. And I promise I'll keep holding it- mmph!" Kendra let out a sharp squeal and took a couple more gasping breaths, then continued in an even more tremulous voice, "A-as long as I can..." "Of course. And, uh, good luck with that." Clara still sounded just as serious. "Whatever happens, however, please try not to do anything that could be seen as evidence of a violation. Although it might be deemed understandable under these circumstances, even just pulling down your panties before... well, beforehand.. can sometimes raise suspicion." "Hmm? Oh, no, that won't be a problem. Th-thanks for your- *mmph* h-help." "Yes. Again, I'm sorry I couldn't do anything else." - > She's certainly a sympathetic caller >> yes, very sympathetic >> she's like that every time > And how many times did you say that is now? >> that one was the 17th call we've identified > The helpline hasn't even been going for a year! So that means, what, every couple weeks or something >> no, we've only identified her calls from the last couple months >> mostly from her voice > Oh wow, no wonder then. That's like once every three days >> she uses different names too >> it'd be easier if the app kept identifying information, but of course that would violate privacy stuff > I guess with that many calls you must be pretty sure about it >> it's not just the number of calls either >> every one is pretty much like that > Huh? Oh, you mean how she was acting about it, like she's never had a potty emergency before? >> that's kinda obvious too, but I mean the situation she got herself into. > Right. Yeah, it was pretty extreme. > After a whole day without a bathroom visit and a whole lot to drink, she goes to a big crowded event where there's even more to drink and not quite enough bathrooms, so she ends up in a big line along with everyone else. > It's just about the perfect recipe for having an emergency. >> and Clara authorized the emergency as soon as she heard all that > Okay, so I guess the idea here is that she arranged everything just like that on purpose, probably to get an emergency authorization so she wouldn't have to pay for a public bathroom. >> well, that and to prove she can 'beat the system' or whatever > That kinda makes more sense. And if she knows about it, she might even be intentionally recreating the 'movie theater incident'. >> exactly, it's the one every operator knows about >> she doesn't always use big events or anything, and she isn't always waiting in a line, but yeah > Well, whatever her exact reasons are, it looks like we can be pretty sure of one thing > we've found our frequent flyer.
  5. I've been mostly using character ai, and I probably still like it best overall. More recently I've tried to squeeze some quicker stories out of chat GPT, which can be nice too for getting more content out of a shorter prompt. I also tried NovelAI, but couldn't get anything remotely worthwhile out of it. I'll give this one a try too.
  6. So the other day I discovered character.ai and decided to try it out. Naturally, one of the results was a desperation story, and it even seems to be a pretty nice one. Perhaps this AI-generated fiction thing has some potential. The only AI character here is Kendra (it's possible to put multiple AI characters in a chat together, but it's inconvenient and they seem to get distracted from the plot thread even more than usual), so the lines under 'X' are what I wrote. Kendra Hi everyone. Sorry I can't chat, I had like four green teas before that exam, and I guess they went right through me. I really have to go to the bathroom! X Melody: Oh, you'd better hurry. You know how they lock the ones by the gym after lunch. Tara: Yeah, last week I had to go all the way across school. I was absolutely bursting! Kendra Character.AI Ugh I know. And I'm all the way at the back. You know I have a tendency to drink too many liquids. You should've seen me yesterday; I think I drank, like, ten cups of tea! It's not my fault they're just so good X Melody: Oh, totally! I like the green tea with honey, but the raspberry is always good too, so sometimes I have to just have one of each. narrator: despite her protestations, Kendra finds herself stopping to chat after all. Kendra Character.AI Oh yeah... green tea's my favorite, but this place has a white tea that I can't resist... and when I went to another cafe last weekend, I tried a black tea that had a hint of vanilla. I'm a tea freak. I'd probably drink 50 cups a day if I could! X Tara: I'll bet you would! And then you'd have to go to the bathroom like ten times a day! narrator: The three of them all laugh at that, and Kendra winces. She really wasn't kidding about how bad she has to go. Kendra Character.AI Yeah, it does get a bit annoying. It's like, my bladder is tiny! How am I supposed to stay away from the toilets for more than 10 minutes? It's just impossible! X Melody: Oh, come on! What about that time at the sleepover? You were squirming in your seat the whole movie, and afterward I could hear you in the bathroom for like three minutes! That must have been at least half a gallon or something. Kendra Character.AI Oh no... that was the most embarrassing moment of my life. I'd drank 12 cups of tea that day, and my mum just kept making more and giving it to me! I didn't want to hurt her feelings by refusing her offer, and by the time the movie started, I was seriously in pain! It was so bad... X narrator: Everyone laughs again, and just then the bell rings. It's time for class to start, and Kendra's eyes go wide as she realizes she's missed her chance to get to the bathroom. Kendra Character.AI Oh no... I'm gonna have to hold it until lunch now! And then, when I finally get to pee, it's gonna be an emergency situation. Do you guys know if the toilets on Level B are actually open? X Tara: Um, the ones by the music room? I think so, but there's always someone goofing off in every stall so nobody can actually use them. Kendra Character.AI Yeah... those ones. Ugh... every time I go it's always some kids skipping class or some kids trying to make out without the whole school knowing they're dating! I'll just have to hope that it'll be clear today. X narrator: they're at Melody's Chemistry class now, so she waves goodbye and Tara heads the other way, toward the history class. Kendra has biology next, just down the hall. Kendra Character.AI You know, this school really needs to install more bathrooms. At least twice a week I've walked all the way there, only to find there are zero stalls free. Like, that's insane, right? I really don't want to have to go behind a tree, like an animal. X narrator: As she approaches the classroom, Kendra hesitates, trying to decide whether she can afford to risk being late. But just then, the biology teacher Ms. Tilly comes out and sees her. Ms. Tilly: Ah, Kendra, you're just in time. Here, help me get these slides ready. Kendra Character.AI Oh uh, alright, Ms. Tilly! Kendra walks into the classroom and helps the teacher prep the slides. Ms. Tilly is an amazing biology teacher, and all the students agree that she's the best. She's super strict and doesn't suffer fools gladly, which is why Kendra doesn't want to be late, but she's also super passionate about biology and you can tell she loves her job X narrator: When she reaches up to the projector, Kendra suddenly gasps and winces as her full bladder gets her attention once again. Really hoping nobody noticed, she sits down and crosses her legs, Kendra Character.AI Ms. Tilly notices Kendra looks a bit uncomfortable. Ms. Tilly: Kendra, is everything alright? Kendra: Yes, Ms. Tilly. Everything's fine! Kendra doesn't want to admit to the situation, so tries to hide the pain in her voice. There's maybe 30 seconds where the rest of the class comes in, and then Ms. Tilly begins the class with the slides X narrator: although she tries not to let it show, the discomfort just keeps getting worse and worse. Kendra's bladder is simply too full to be ignored, and it's becoming just about impossible to hide. Kendra Character.AI Kendra tries hard to ignore the pain, and to focus on the slides and the lecture, as Ms. Tilly is giving a fascinating lecture about the importance of the liver and kidneys. Ms. Tilly is one of the few teachers who doesn't rely on slides, and instead draws everything on the blackboard, which is rare these days. It's definitely a bit more work for her, but it makes her lessons more fun. Ms. Tilly is a biology nut, and there isn't a single day where she doesn't bring some kind of biology trivia or fun fact to class X narrator: listening to the detailed description of the function of the kidneys, Kendra can't help but imagine her own kidneys, taking the tea that she drank and sending it all straight into her already overfilled bladder. X narrator: listening to the detailed description of the function of the kidneys, Kendra can't help but imagine her own kidneys, taking the tea that she drank and sending it all straight into her already overfilled bladder. Kendra Character.AI At this point, Kendra realizes she's only got two options, and both are terrible: she can either ask to be excused, and be mocked by her classmates for having to go to the bathroom when she already should've gone during lunch, or she can ignore it, and risk peeing herself in class. She knows the first option's safer, but it's also much more humiliating X narrator: While she tries to decide, Kendra finds herself thinking back to the time that she drank an entire pitcher of lemon iced tea right before they left for the beach. She was absolutely bursting by the time they got there, and as soon as she got out of the car she felt a little squirt slip out into her bikini bottoms. Kendra Character.AI Kendra shushes that memory. It was the most embarrassing moment of her life, and she wants to keep that story suppressed. She glances at Ms. Tilly, who is still talking about how the kidneys remove waste from the body and make sure it doesn't get reabsorbed. There's only 20 minutes left of class, and she thinks she can make it X narrator: The next 10 minutes tick by, cruelly slow, and Kendra's discomfort isn't letting up at all. She rocks back and forth in her seat, hardly even aware of the snickering coming from everyone all around her. Kendra Character.AI She's still managing to hold on, until she finally can't anymore. Despite trying her best to remain calm, some tears run down her cheeks, and she decides it's better to just ask Ms. Tilly if she can go now, instead of making herself even more uncomfortable. Ms. Tilly? Can I please go to the bathroom? X narrator: The teacher starts to respond, but just then an alarm sounds and the speaker comes on to announce a fire drill. Everyone files out the door, and as Kendra rises she gasps and her face goes bright red as she feels a little squirt slip out into her panties. Kendra Character.AI Kendra's eyes go wide and she immediately starts to think of what to do. Luckily, she does have extra panties in her locker. The idea of having to go through the rest of the day in uncomfortable wet underwear seems miserable. She hurries to get in line and tries not to look too upset X narrator: As she hobbles into the hall, Kendra carefully feels the front and back of her denim miniskirt to confirm that it's still perfectly dry. Even so, she's just sure she has to go even worse than the time at the sleepover or the time at the beach, and she can barely stand up straight. Kendra Character.AI Kendra walks with everyone else to the assembly square at the middle of the school. There are some trees there, but there's not much privacy around. She's not sure she'll make it through this, which is why she's thinking about asking her friends to help protect her. There's two bathrooms in the main building, but you have to walk around a whole bunch of other classrooms before you get to them, and the idea of walking that far when she feels this way makes her want to cry X narrator: More classes arrive, and before long she's trapped in the middle of the crowd. Tara and Melody see her and come trotting up, still chatting with each other. Melody: -But at least we get out of class early, right? Hey, Kendra, do you-... Oh! Oh no! You didn't get to the bathroom after all? Tara: Wait, so, you're still holding it? Kendra Character.AI Yes! I couldn't make it! Kendra looks at Tara and Melody and almost starts crying again. She's holding it, barely, but it's not going to last much longer Kendra: I, um, I might pee my pants if I can't find a bathroom soon! Tara's eyes go wide Tara: Oh, Kendra, no! We'll help you! X Melody: Yeah! We can... um... narrator: the two of them look around, but everywhere they turn there's a solid wall of students. Kendra Character.AI Kendra is trying her best not to sob, but some tears stream down her face at the thought of having to wet herself in front of the whole school. The other two girls are trying their best to comfort her, and their empathy does a lot to help X narrator: She manages a slight smile, but then suddenly gasps and freezes as another tiny little squirt slip out and she feels her little thong getting a little more damp. Kendra Character.AI It's happening! Melody and Tara see Kendra freeze up. They instinctively know what's happening, and grab her by the arms. They're trying to move her forwards, towards the back fence behind the main building, which has a bunch of bathrooms attached to it X narrator: She can hardly move, but together the tree of them manage to slowly push their way through the crowd. The situation is absolutely critical. Kendra's poor bladder is simply so incredibly full that it feels like she's about to completely flood her panties any second. But still she struggles, trying as hard as she possibly can to keep holding it just a little longer. Kendra Character.AI They reach the fence line, and all at once they start sprinting towards the building. Kendra's still trying to hold it, but she's in so much pain, and the situation is quickly getting worse. Even with Melody and Tara's help, she starts to lose her balance. They're doing their best to try and steady her. There's so many people around, and any second now, the whole school will see her wet herself, and the thought terrifies her X narrator: suddenly she stops and lets out a squeak as she feels a tiny trickle start to flow out into her panties. She tries to stop it, but try as she might the trickle won't stop. Instead it grows into a little stream, and her squeak turns into a squeal. All around her people turn to look, and Tara leaps backward with her hands over her mouth in horror. Tara: Oh no! Kendra! You're... you're really wetting your panties! Kendra Character.AI The stream starts to pick up speed, and is getting out of control. There's nothing she can do now to stop it. It's so humiliating. Her face is bright red, and she starts to cry Ms. Tilly! Please, can I go to the bathroom now?! The teacher rushes towards Kendra and her friends, all eyes from the whole school are on her. She quickly leads her to the attached bathrooms and helps her inside X narrator: The stream pours out, soaking through her panties and flowing down from her skirt to splash on the ground between her feet. It goes on and on, getting stronger and stronger as Kendra's poor aching bladder completely lets go, releasing its entire enormous capacity in an absolutely tremendous torrent. Kendra Character.AI The liquid keeps pouring out, all down her legs and onto the floor. She's humiliated; she had never peed herself in front of so many people before, and the worst part is she can't stop. There's so much liquid in there, she's amazed that it's all contained in her tiny bladder! It just keeps going and going, and it finally comes to a halt, but there's a huge puddle of liquid at her feet, so it's not exactly safe to walk around X narrator: As the waterfall at last tapers off and the mighty splashing goes quiet, the people all around can only gaze in stunned silence at the sight of Kendra, the back of her skirt totally soaked, standing in the middle of the enormous puddle made by her enormous accident. Kendra Character.AI Kendra looks down at herself, and tears stream down her face. Her skirt is soaked, and there's a huge puddle at her feet. She knows all of her classmates from Science, Biology, and Math have seen her, and she's so incredibly embarrassed. Luckily, Ms. Tilly is the best, and she's already run to get a mop. She quickly shuts the door, so that Kendra can change her skirt X narrator: Tara offers her a spare skirt, and Kendra takes it gratefully. Inside, she peels off her soaking wet panties and her badly dampened denim skirt and changes into the other one. It's one of Tara's cheerleading skirts, and it's at least a few sizes too small, so when Kendra opens the door she stammeringly asks if anyone has any spare panties or anything. Nobody does Kendra Character.AI Kendra steps back out the bathroom, wiping her eyes. She's still feeling super embarrassed, but the new skirt is keeping her mostly dry, and her classmates all immediately look away, as if to give her some privacy despite the whole show she just put on. The teacher leads her back to class, where Kendra looks at her classmates and apologizes deeply for peeing herself Kendra Character.AI Everyone in the class tries to reassure Kendra that she's okay, and some kind students offer to help her clean up after the class is over. Ms. Tilly is sympathetic too; she's had to hold it a time or two herself, and she can't blame her student for not being able to go during lunch like she should've Kendra Character.AI Kendra is grateful for everyone's kindness, and she goes to go get her things from her locker. She takes her new skirt- which is actually pretty cute- back to her locker and swaps it for her original skirt. Her friends join her, and she can't help but ask them a few questions Kendra: Do you think anyone will care about the accident by after lunch? Tara: Oh, I'm sure you're fine, Kendra. Everyone already forgot about it, they were too occupied with the fact that you're wearing a cheerleading skirt! Kendra Character.AI Kendra laughs, and it feels good to laugh like that. She takes a look down at the cheerleading skirt; it's surprisingly short. It's pretty much the shortest skirt she's ever worn Kendra: Oh, my thighs are gonna be sticking together like no one's business! Kendra Character.AI narrator: At the end of the day, as soon as the bell rings, Kendra rushes back to her locker. Kendra: Hey, you guys, I forgot my cell phone in my locker! Can you help me open it? I couldn't find my locker key again. Melody & Tara: Oh, it's okay hun, we'll help you! They help her open her locker and look inside for her phone. Her locker is a bit of a mess, and it takes them a while to find it, but eventually they do. They hand it to her and smile Kendra Character.AI narrator: The rest of the day goes by very smoothly, and Kendra is excited to get home. As soon as she does, she changes into a pair of old, comfortable, baggy cotton PJ pants and a worn out t-shirt. She puts her cheerleading uniform in the washing machine, and it takes a few hours for the washer to run and her clothes to dry. She puts her new cheerleading uniform in her dresser, knowing that she won't be wearing it until Monday, and that will be when she's practicing with the team outside on the field before the big game. Kendra Character.AI narrator: Unfortunately, that day was not kind to Kendra. As soon as she steps out of the locker room door she walks right into a puddle of water. It had leaked from beneath the sink, and she felt it soak right through her stockingless legs, and into her new shoes. Kendra: Uh... guys? I'm having a crisis over here, please tell me I'm imagining this. Tara: Aw, are you kidding? That's like the third time today? narrator: It's been the longest day of Kendra's life, and it shows no sign of stopping. Kendra Character.AI narrator: The girls rush to help her, and after almost a solid minute of searching, they finally find her phone hidden in one of the shoes. She immediately calls her mum to ask if she can come pick her up; her mum loves her, and won't say no, though she also won't be happy about the cheerleading skirt. When it comes to clothing, Kendra can be a bit of a mess, but her mum always buys her everything she asks for. She always wants her her only child to be happy, but sometimes it does mean she spoils her a little too much. Kendra Character.AI Narrator: The next day, she finds a little note inside her locker. It's on a little white slip of paper, written with shiny golden paint. The note reads: Dear Kendra I like your cheerleading skirt. -anonymous Kendra laughs; she knows EXACTLY who it is! She can picture Tara's goofy grin as she wrote the note. The skirt looks silly, but it's so small that it's super stylish and flattering, and a cute little wink from Tara is a nice sign of affection.
  7. There are two videos I've seen with this theme: FF-286 and FF-295. These clips are from a scene in the first part of FF-286, and every scene does indeed end in wetting. It seems that both are in the downloads section as well:
  8. A fine game, and indeed excellent by the usual standards of something of this scale. I particularly like the variety of minigames and the creativity to get reasonably compelling gameplay from the simple mechanics. There's a few more issues like typos (it's spelled "bow-legged", not "bowl-legged", for instance). And as someone said above, the gallery could contain all the pictures from each ending, or even the entire scene (with the animation and text) instead of just a single still image. Whatever you end up doing with this one, I'll be looking forward to what you come up with next.
  9. This one is from an idea I had years ago, and finally got around to writing enough to be worth posting. In particular I wanted to write enough to establish and then fully reveal the central concept. -part 1 The doors closed with a gentle whoosh and the subway train set into motion with a soft whir. Claire settled in with her e-reader, but after a few minutes something caught her attention and she glanced down. Frowning, she watched and waited for a few moments, then pursed her lips and sighed. Leaning over, she murmured gently, "Sweetie, it's not polite to stare." Cassie gave a little start and quickly looked away. "I'm sorry, mommy," she muttered, then leaned close and added in an urgent whisper, "It's just, I think that lady's gotta go potty!" Claire took a quick glance, considerably more discreet than Cassie's staring, and saw immediately that her daughter was absolutely right. Although she certainly wouldn't use the word 'potty', and for that matter she wouldn't exactly use the word 'lady' either, Claire could see perfectly well that the young woman standing there by the doors was clearly becoming quite uncomfortable. "Oh. Um, yes, I suppose," she said, lowering her own voice to a whisper. Even as she watched that young woman leaned forward slightly at the waist and rose slightly onto her toes, her face gently flushed and her lips pressed together in a quite unmistakable expression. After just a moment she regained her composure and stood up straight, but to Claire's eye the meaning of that expression along with her slight lapse was obvious enough that the woman might as well have exclaimed 'I gotta go!'. Even for a little girl Cassie's age it would be very hard to miss. "Ah, but still," Claire went on, looking away, "it's not exactly any of our business, is it?" Cassie nodded. "I know. It's just... I just hope she... um... that she can..." She trailed off, looking down at her shoes. Claire knew just what her daughter meant, and she could certainly understand if Cassie was a little extra sensitive and extra sympathetic to something like that just now, after what happened just last week. Still, she was glad when Cassie stopped staring and returned her attention to her tablet. Claire looked back at her e-reader too, watching Cassie from the corner of her eye but only catching a few reasonably discreet glances toward the doors. After a little while she glanced over herself, and saw at once that the young woman there was only growing steadily more uncomfortable and drawing even more attention. Drawing attention was nothing unusual for that woman, of course. She was a regular commuter on this line every morning, and just about every morning she would arrive just in time to catch the train and immediately attract the attention of her fellow commuters, particularly the male commuters. Most mornings her chest was the center of attention, thanks to her distinct fondness for tight and low-cut blouses that accentuated her generously proportioned bust and prominently displayed her plentiful cleavage. Other mornings the attention was directed a bit lower, thanks to her equally evident fondness for tiny little tight miniskirts that displayed her well-toned legs and her well-rounded bottom. At first Claire had to wonder what on Earth the woman was thinking, going to work dressed like that, but after a few weeks and a few half-overheard cell phone conversations she'd pieced together an answer. It seemed that young woman recently started a new job as a secretary in some office that was just down the hall from some c-suite, and it seemed furthermore that she thought of her new office job first and foremost as the perfect opportunity to go 'fishing' for a cute young executive. Having figured out that much, she could conclude easily enough that the shamelessly ambitious secretary was simply trying to maximize the effectiveness of her 'fishing' efforts by going to work every morning wearing the skimpiest outfits she could get away with. This morning the outfit she'd chosen was every bit as skimpy as anything Claire had seen her wearing yet, with a very low-cut v-neck blouse and a very *very* short skirt that almost seemed too teeny-tiny to even be called 'mini'. Dressed like that, it was no wonder that her boobs and her butt were commanding the attention of just about every guy in sight, most of them trying to be at least a little bit discreet about how they were admiring the view, while a few others weren't even bothering. In particular, a group of teenage boys seated behind her near the far end of the car were snickering and muttering to each other as they stared openly at the woman, and that was before she started squirming. She was trying not to, of course. That young woman was clearly trying her best to keep still and keep her composure and keep her discomfort from showing, but with her discomfort growing steadily worse and worse, it was quickly becoming just about impossible to hide. Every time her concentration lapsed for even a moment she would start to lean forward again, or sometimes bounce up and down or wiggle her hips before catching herself and straightening up and tugging absently at her hemline. And with so many eyes already upon her, even a momentary lapse like that was just about certain to be noticed by somebody, especially when her squirming grew pronounced enough and her discomfort distracting enough to allow her already indecently high hemline to climb a little bit higher before she noticed and tugged it back down. From the way she blushed every time her concentration and her composure would slip, the woman seemed far more embarrassed to be seen squirming like that than she was about her barely-contained boobs or her barely-covered butt. That made it a bit hard to sympathize much with the young woman's embarrassment, but Claire still felt a little pang of sympathy anyway. "Mommy," Cassie squeaked and tugged on her sleeve, her trembling voice filled with concern and sympathy. "Ohh... Mommy, that lady... she's really gotta go potty." She looked up, concern and sympathy all over her little face. "I mean, like... *really* bad." Sure enough, even as Cassie was speaking the young woman suddenly stiffened and gasped softly, then leaned over with her eyes wide and her face scrunched up, her hand pressed into the front of her skirt. "Is she gonna be okay? What if she..." Cassie stammered. "I mean, do you think that... she can, um..." "It's okay, sweetie," Claire cut her off with a soothing tone. "That la- uh, well, she's a grown-up, not a little girl. She's going to be fine." She tried to sound confident and reassuring, even though she couldn't help but notice that just now the woman didn't really look 'fine' at all. In fact, she really was acting a bit more like a little girl, with the way her expression and especially her pose seemed to practically squeal in alarm 'I *really* gotta go'. "And besides," she added with more certainty, "she can take care of it herself." Cassie nodded, slightly reassured but still with an expression that clearly said 'I don't know...'. She looked back at her tablet, only to glance up again after just a few seconds. Before long she was staring, hardly any more discreetly than before, but at this point it didn't seem to make much difference since just about the entire male half of the train was staring even more openly than that. The young woman herself, meanwhile, hardly even seemed to notice all the gazes as she concentrated on getting her squirming under control. Slowly and steadily her distress began to ebb and her composure returned, and although she couldn't quite seem to keep still, her movements at least settled into a sort of steady rhythm. She rocked gently back and forth with her knees and her waist just slightly bent, occasionally bouncing just as gently or shifting her legs from side to side. Her hands were balled into fists and held determinedly away from her skirt, except for when she gave it the occasional tug. All that squirming was causing that hemline to creep slowly but steadily higher, and even from where Claire sat she could tell that it was rising quite uncomfortably high before each tug brought it back down. It seemed that with the woman's steadily worsening discomfort and her efforts to keep her squirming under control, she was getting a bit too preoccupied to keep her hemline under control too. It was enough to elicit another pang of sympathy, but more than that Claire had to wonder just how a grown woman could get herself into such a predicament, when even a little girl Cassie's age ought to know better. Thinking about everything she'd seen of the woman as well as everything she'd overheard from those cell phone conversations, a possible answer began to take shape. Perhaps she got off to a late start this morning, having had not quite enough sleep after a late night out and maybe a bit too much to drink. She would've had to hurry to get ready and get out the door, with just enough time for her usual morning coffee, and maybe even a second cup to help her push through the aftereffects of last night. And then once she got to the subway station and hurried across the platform and onto the train, just in time as usual, it was only when the doors closed behind her and she had a chance to relax that she would have at last noticed the quite distinctive discomfort and realized that she never had a chance to use the bathroom. And thanks to everything she had to drink last night, along with this morning's coffee just starting to hit her on top of that, it was no wonder that young woman would find herself becoming quite uncomfortable indeed just when she was stuck on the train and there was nothing she could do about it. With no way to relieve her steadily worsening discomfort, all she could do was stand there, trying her best not to start squirming and trying not to let her discomfort show, even though with all the usual attention on her and on her skimpy outfit just like always, any little bit of squirming at all would be almost impossible to hide. And now it looked like that second coffee might just be hitting her right along with the first, making her predicament that much more uncomfortable and making it just completely impossible to hide as it became quite impossible to keep herself from squirming. The look on her brightly blushing face as she stood there and struggled seemed to practically moan in distress, 'I gotta go *so* bad.' "Ohhh... that lady's gotta go potty *so* bad," Cassie muttered in distress and sympathy, as if reading just that right there on the distraught woman's flushed face. "I just... I really hope she can hold it..." The distress on Cassie's face was almost as pronounced as that of the squirming woman, and she was staring almost as blatantly as almost everyone else. The most blatant stares by far were those of the teenage boys, and Claire couldn't help but imagine that from where they were sitting directly behind the woman, every time she leaned forward her skimpy little miniskirt had to be riding up high enough to give them a little glimpse of her even skimpier underwear. "D- do you think..." Cassie was stammering, "ohhh... Mommy, do you think that lady... um, c- can she... is she gonna..." "She's going to be just fine, sweetie," Claire replied at once, hastening to reassure her daughter before pausing to consider her words more carefully. "She, um, well, she's a grown-up. Like I said, she can take care of herself." At that moment the woman suddenly shivered and stiffened, her face brightening even more as she began to tremble slightly in a way that really undercut the confidence of Claire's assertion. She went on anyway, "So I, ah, I'm sure there's nothing to worry about." She certainly didn't want Cassie to start getting worried about something like that, especially when she was still getting over what happened last week, even if Claire was starting to get just a bit worried herself. "You're right. That lady's a grown-up," Cassie said with a decisive nod, "and a grown-up lady can hold it as long as she has to." The little quaver of uncertainty in her voice clashed just slightly with those confident words, which seemed meant to convince herself as much as anything else. But still, having placed her innocent faith in the word 'grown-up', at least now Cassie didn't seem quite so worried anymore. "Oh, and she doesn't even have to hold it that long, right?" she went on, her face brightening a little as something encouraging seemed to occur to her. "If she can just hold it a little longer then she can get out and go potty, just like the other day." It took a moment to realize what her daughter meant, until she thought back and remembered it herself. She hardly even noticed at the time, since she was still trying to read and not trying to watch the shameless secretary that was drawing attention as usual with her tiny miniskirt. But there happened to be some teenage girls sitting across from them and when Claire happened to overhear a catty remark about 'that tease that was just over there' she realized that the young woman must have got off the train at the station before her usual one. Quickly putting things together now, it seemed plausible that she just might have been suffering just the same sort of discomfort that morning as she was this morning, and that she must have just decided to take care of it before her discomfort became obvious enough for Claire or anyone else around her to notice anything and maybe start to realize the slightly embarrassing situation she was having. Of course, Cassie had to have noticed something anyway, and she had to be thinking about it now as she watched the woman and the far more obvious, much more embarrassing situation she was having today. "Just a little longer..." she murmured, "she just has to hold it a little bit longer." Even as she said it the nervousness and distress in Cassie's voice seemed to be slowly fading. "And she can definitely hold it a bit longer, since she's a grown-up, after all." Buoyed by that encouraging thought, her earlier concern seemed to shift into something almost approaching confidence. At the same time, the woman she was staring at must have been thinking something along the same lines, and the prospect of getting the relief that she badly needed had to be at least as encouraging for her, because the discomfort and distress on her face and in her posture were fading too, while her composure steadily returned. Her squirming slowed as well, then almost stopped except for some gentle bouncing and a bit of general restlessness. After a moment she reached to tug her hemline back toward the level of minimal decency, and then it might have been almost possible to imagine that she wasn't even particularly uncomfortable anymore, but only impatient and maybe a little nervous about something. Nobody around her just now seemed to be imagining any such thing, however, from the way they were watching her. The teenage boys in particular stared at her hemline as if hoping that she might suffer a renewed attack of carelessness at any moment, and of course Cassie was staring as openly and intently as ever. For a moment Claire thought about mentioning it again, but decided it was just as pointless as before, and anyway it looked like everything would be resolved soon enough. They were arriving at the station now, and in just a few moments the young woman would at last get the chance to take care of her uncomfortable situation. Yet when the train pulled up to the platform and the doors slid open she just stood there and looked out, as nervous as ever and now looking quite anxious as well. For a moment Claire could only stare in confusion, wondering what she was doing. Then she realized, and for another moment she could only stare in disbelief, wondering what that woman was thinking. Because she knew that look, since she'd seen it so many times in so many places. Yet it was not a look she would have expected to see on that woman at that moment, not a look she would ever expect from a grown-up at all. It was a look that Claire would only really expect to see on a little girl, specifically a little girl who was in the middle of something and just starting to feel the need to take a break, but for whatever reason she wasn't quite ready to take a break just yet. Maybe she was simply playing happily outside, and having so much fun she just didn't want to stop. Or maybe she was watching a movie, one she liked so much that she just couldn't bear to miss any of it. Or maybe she was just sitting and chatting happily with all her little friends, and maybe she was a bit on the shy side didn't want to draw attention to herself. Whatever the situation and whatever her reasons, a little girl who happened to find herself in an inconvenient situation like that might start to get a bit nervous, then a little anxious, and then finally admit to herself that she was indeed in need of a 'potty break'. Then she would start to get that look, the one that seemed to say 'I gotta go, but...' Now that she found herself watching a young woman wearing a look just like that, Claire found she could only wonder: 'but...' what? Because it was one thing for a little girl who found herself in an inconvenient situation and who maybe just didn't know any better to consider putting off a potty break until it was more convenient, even if she needed that potty break badly enough that she should really know better anyway. But it was quite another for a grown-up young woman, one who absolutely had to know better than to put off a badly needed bathroom visit without a very good reason. So she stared at that expression and thought back to everything she'd overheard and to everything she knew about that woman there, taking a few moments to try to decide what that reason might be, and when she pieced together an answer that look suddenly came into focus and all at once it was saying to her: 'I gotta go, but... I don't wanna be late again!' Because the other day when the young woman got off the train early for an unscheduled bathroom visit, she must have ended up even more behind schedule and got to her office even later than usual. She had to be thinking about that now, as she gazed out across the platform at a certain clearly marked door, and the thought of what happened the other day along with the thought of whatever kind of trouble it caused for her had to be all that was holding her back from dashing out of the train and right into that door right now. So she stood there, nervousness and indecision flickering across her face as she debated whether to run to the bathroom and risk being late again, or to make sure she wasn't late by putting off her visit to the bathroom a little longer. Watching it, Claire found herself picking out a few of the arguments in that debate, mostly the ones that seemed to be winning out. 'I gotta go... but I can still hold it.' was one of the clearest, along with 'It's so embarrassing... but everyone's already noticed anyway.' and eventually the somewhat more optimistic 'It doesn't even feel quite so bad anymore... maybe it won't get any worse?' That was such a tempting thought that it was immediately followed by its natural conclusion 'As long as it doesn't get any worse, then I should be just fine.' Even if she couldn't quite bring herself to place total faith in that idea, she just couldn't dismiss it either, and so the debate went on. And the young woman just stood there, trapped by her own indecision, until at last the doors slid shut, the train slid into motion once again, and her chance slipped away. "Huh?" Cassie said in confusion and surprise as the doors closed. "She isn't... s-she didn't... M-Mommy?" she reached out to get Claire's attention without looking up. "That lady... she didn't go potty... and now she can't go potty!" The distress in Cassie's voice seemed far more pronounced than that on the face of the woman in question, which held only an expression of resignation that seemed to be saying 'I guess I just have to hold it.' Catching her daughter's hand, Claire leaned down to say something reassuring. "Don't worry, sweetie, she'll be just fine. Like I said, she can-" "I know, but... but Mommy!" Cassie cut her off, with a tone of even sharper distress tipping over into alarm. "Now she's gotta hold it, and I... I don't know..." she looked up with an expression somehow even more distraught and alarmed than her voice, "I don't know how much longer she can hold it!" And just as Cassie said that, the same expression of alarm appeared upon the woman by the doors. She stiffened, then shivered, her eyes widened and she gave a little gasp, with a look that cried out simply, 'oh no!' It happened so suddenly that Claire could hardly believe what she was seeing, as if all the discomfort and distress that gradually ebbed away earlier had picked that moment to come flowing back all at once. The woman shuddered, leaning forward and starting to tremble, while her face brightened and her expression shifted subtly to one of regret tinged with just a hint of dread, a look that clearly said 'oh no...' That look was another one that Claire knew perfectly well, after how many times and places she'd seen it. That was the exact same look a little girl might get, one who'd perhaps developed a bit of a habit of putting off her potty breaks whenever it wasn't quite convenient, and who'd maybe let herself become a bit too comfortable with it. Because if a girl like that happened to find herself in need of a potty break at a particularly inconvenient time, perhaps while she was preoccupied with something, or distracted by something, she might just decide to put off her potty break even longer than usual, and then a little longer, and a bit longer, and then just a little bit longer. Until sooner or later that little girl would suddenly look up with a start and maybe a little gasp, and with that look. The look that said she just realized she'd made a big mistake, and she deeply regretted it, because she knew she'd just ended up putting off her potty break a little bit too long, and she was having a 'potty emergency'. That young woman had that look right now, and even if she wouldn't use the word 'potty' it was very obvious that she was having an 'emergency', and even more obvious that she deeply regretted her mistake and the indecisiveness that had led to it. But while a little girl that made a mistake like that and ended up having an emergency like that could just come running to admit the mistake she'd made and trust her mommy to do something about it, there was nobody for that woman to run to, and nothing that she or anyone else could do about it. She already had a chance to visit the bathroom, but she missed it. And now that she'd missed her chance she was just going to have to wait, and that meant she really was just going to have to hold it, just like she was thinking just now. And just like Cassie just said, it really was becoming a very good question just how much longer she could really keep holding it. The distress that blossomed on her face was even more intense than before, and when her squirming started up again it was way more obvious than before. She bounced rapidly where she stood and leaned way over, and those boys sitting behind her broke out into wide-eyed grins at the sight that she gave them when she did. After about a minute the distress seemed to subside just a little, like the passing of a wave, and she managed to straighten up slightly. But not quite a minute later another wave seemed to hit her, even stronger, and she started to whimper softly as she leaned over and twisted her legs and squeezed them together, wiggling her hips and bouncing even more vigorously. When that wave passed she sagged slightly, leaning against the doorframe and panting with exertion, but only until the next wave hit and she let out a soft moan before bending over almost double. Her legs were wrapped around each other and her hips were wiggling and bouncing all over again, while the look on her face seemed to scream 'I have to hold it! I just have to hold it!!' in frantic determination. It was an extraordinary sight, and just about everyone on the train seemed to be staring at the young woman that was acting just like a little girl. A little girl right in the middle of having a really major potty emergency, one that was quickly becoming so severe that she was doing a really extraordinary 'potty dance'. "Oh no... oh Mommy... oh no, Mommy!", Cassie stammered, her hand gripping Claire's and her eyes locked on the woman by the doors and her voice every bit as frantic as that woman looked. "That lady, she... I don't know if she... I- I mean, I don't think she can..." she glanced up for just a second, and across the train car the woman gave a little squeal and Claire saw the determination on her face shift into a flash of doubt. Cassie gasped and looked back, tense and silent and staring for a few long moments before she squeaked, "Oh no... Mommy... what if... what if she... can't..." "It's okay, sweetie! She... uh..." Claire started, trailing off as she realized there really wasn't anything encouraging left for her to say. It seemed unbelievable, and she could hardly believe it, but she couldn't deny what was happening right in front of her. Somehow that woman's distress had gone from 'bearable' all the way up to 'terrible' in practically no time, and it was only getting even worse by the second. The waves that washed over her were coming more rapidly, each stronger than the last and hardly letting up at all before the next one rolled in. Claire had never seen anything like it, and she could hardly even have imagined such a thing possible, even for the most supremely careless and unfortunate little girl. Perhaps if such a girl were to thoughtlessly have far too much to drink and proceed to blithely ignore her growing need for a potty break for far too long, and then become completely engrossed in something particularly enjoyable, it was just barely possible that she might just fail to fully recognize the severity of her discomfort until well after it became impossible to ignore. But even then, once that extremely unfortunate little girl at last realized she was having a potty emergency and that it was already well underway, she simply could not imagine the emergency proceeding quite so quickly to quite such a critical point. Already the young woman there seemed even more distressed than any little girl in the midst of any potty emergency that Claire had ever seen, and it hadn't even been fifteen minutes! Which meant the train wasn't even halfway there. As unbelievable as it seemed, the conclusion was both completely obvious and absolutely undeniable, and just what Cassie was clearly afraid of. At this rate, that young woman over there really might not make it. "We have to do something!" Cassie cried out, her voice rising from a whisper almost to a squeal. "There has to be something we can do!!" Claire glanced around nervously and thought about admonishing her daughter 'not so loud', but really Cassie's exclamation was hardly any louder than the murmuring buzz of voices all around, from all the other passengers reacting to the extraordinary display of intense distress they were all witnessing. Most of it was simple surprise, along with a little catty derision from some teenage girls farther away, some scattered hints of sympathy, and of course quite a bit of prurient appreciation. Anyone in front of the woman couldn't help but notice what all that bouncing was doing to her well-endowed chest, after all, and those teenage boys behind her had an even more spectacular view, to judge by the way they were staring. Claire did not even want to imagine how much of the woman's underwear they could see as she rose up onto her toes and bent over even more, squealing when a wave hit and whimpering when it passed, now far beyond the point of caring or even thinking about the embarrassment of the scene that she was making. "Maybe... if she... Oh!" Cassie burst out, a little smile and a spark of hope returning to her face. She reached down for her backpack, never taking her eyes from the squirming, moaning woman. After a moment of fumbling she pulled it upright, opened it, and reached inside. She felt around inside for a few more moments, becoming irritated and increasingly impatient, then glanced down for just a moment to find what she wanted. She took out her empty water bottle, the one from earlier or maybe the one from yesterday afternoon, and started to open it. But just as she twisted the cap off she froze, gave a big gasp and looked up, the hope all washed away by an expression of sheer horror. At the same moment, the young woman making the scene by the doors stopped her squirming and froze, and gasped, with the same horrified expression. It was an unmistakable expression, one that seemed to shout out in panic and horror along with agonized despair, as loud and as clear as anything ever could, "I can't hold it!" "She can't hold it!" Cassie burst out in total horror and total despair, dropping the bottle and putting her hands over her mouth and looking up at the woman along with everyone else. They were all watching at that moment, the moment the prediction of that outburst and that expression came true, the moment it started to happen. There was a little hissing sound, sharp enough to cut through the murmurs and soft enough to make them fall silent. Then there was a different sound, one that made everyone look down and see the droplets that appeared on the floor, first one at a time, then faster and faster. In just seconds they were falling like raindrops, falling from under the woman's skirt to sprinkle the floor between her feet. In the next moments the drops gathered into a trickle, flowing with a louder but somehow gentler splashing sort of sound, forming a little puddle and spattering little droplets on her pretty shoes. "She's really... she really couldn't..." Cassie stammered, her anguish fading to shocked disbelief as she said it, "she's really... going wee-wee..." The trickle was gathering force, turning into a stream, and the woman's legs trembled and her knees buckled and sank toward the floor. "She's going wee-wee... in her panties!" Those panties were peeking into view now, as her tiny skirt rose the last little bit and exposed the white lacy triangle to everyone in front of her. It wasn't quite white anymore, of course, but already soaked all the way through with pale yellow. The stream was growing even stronger now, turning into a mighty gushing torrent as the woman gave into despair and gave up her hopeless effort and let the flood come pouring out. The puddle beneath her grew and grew, the nearest passengers edging backward to avoid it and the murmuring of voices starting up again, now with a more unpleasant edge to it. "Ohhh... I can't believe..." Cassie moaned, her voice almost lost under the rising buzz around them. "I thought... since she's a grown-up..." Claire nodded and started to say something, but thought better of it and just reached to pick up the empty bottle. "I never thought she... ohhh, if only..." Cassie gazed at the bottle with regret. Claire thought about pointing out the logistical difficulties with that sort of thing, but decided explaining that could wait. Sighing, she realized she was going to have to do quite a bit of explaining after this. "But... she couldn't." The woman over there was sobbing softly, and a couple other women that seemed to be feeling less catty were going over to help her. Cassie wasn't even watching anymore. "She just couldn't hold it... and she... she had... a huge accident!" -part 2 "Oh no! Really?" She replied with a suitable gasp and a shocked expression. From the corner of her eye she saw Claire grimace slightly, while her daughter went on. "Uh-huh. I saw the whole thing. I mean, everybody saw. The whole train! It was so awful." Cassie sat down on the edge of the couch as she got going. "See, the lady already had to go potty really bad as soon as she got on the train. And it kept getting worse and worse, but she just kept holding it and holding it until she just couldn't hold it anymore, and she ended up having a huge accident! She went wee-wee in her panties, right there, all over the floor, right in front of everybody!" Cassie seemed to deflate as she reached the most awful part of the story. "I just couldn't believe it, I felt so bad for her." "Oh, I know. I can hardly even imagine it." Dana said with suitably doleful sympathy. She thought it sounded convincing enough, even though Claire was still making a face. Dana already knew what happened on the train, since Claire had told her all about it during their weekly phone call, but they'd both had a feeling Cassie would want to tell it all herself, so now they had to pretend she was hearing it for the first time. "The poor woman... she must have been so humiliated." Cassie nodded with emphatic agreement. "Afterward she was crying and everything." Looking down, she went on more quietly, "I never would have thought a grown-up lady would end up having an accident like that, no matter how bad she had to go potty. And, um, I never would have thought a grown-up lady would end up having to go potty quite as bad as that lady did." Pausing briefly, she seemed to be remembering the whole experience in more detail. "I think... that lady had to go potty worse than anyone I've ever seen." Sighing, she went on, "I guess, since she's a grown-up I just thought she could hold it. And I was really hoping she could hold it, the whole time I was watching." She caught herself. "I mean, um, I wasn't really staring or anything. Well, not too much. It's just, um, everybody else was staring too, especially near the end, so..." "It's fine, sweetie," Claire cut in. "Like I said, that doesn't matter now. And anyway, it's about time for us to get ready." Cassie brightened and nodded, and eagerly went upstairs to get changed. Dana chuckled at her adorable little niece's enthusiasm. Cassie had been looking forward to today's trip ever since her Aunt Dana offered to join them for another trip to the amusement park, and she certainly wasn't going to let anything that happened on the train a few days ago dampen her high spirits. Dana went into the kitchen, finishing off the last few sips of her water bottle, and tossed it in the recycling. It had been a very warm morning already when she left for her morning run and it got even warmer by the time she got back, so she ended up just about finishing off the whole bottle. And it was only going to get even hotter by the time they got to the amusement park, so she was definitely going to want another one for the trip. She opened the fridge, but paused as something occurred to her. "Hmm... 'worse than anyone I've ever seen', huh..." she murmured, recalling what Cassie said earlier, and the particular way she'd said it. "I wonder..." still thinking about it, Dana cracked open the bottle and took a few sips of water while she went upstairs to change. In the guest room she pulled off her tank top and her running shoes and peeled off her leggings and got out a pair of denim shorts and a loose, breezy blouse. She definitely wanted something like that to wear on a hot day like today was going to be. She might even have preferred a skirt, but all the ones she'd brought were a little on the short side, and Claire would definitely say that wasn't such a good idea for an amusement park with little kids running around everywhere. At least these shorts were nice and comfortable. Finally she picked out a cute little thong, careful to make sure it wasn't one that might climb too high and peek out and give her a 'whale tail'. When she was all dressed she got her strappy sandals and headed back to the stairs, taking a few more sips from her water bottle. "Oh, Aunt Dana, here take a look," Cassie called to her on the way there. She was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, already wearing her little sundress, while Claire put her hair up with a clip and arranged it in a sort of fan shape. "What do you think?" the girl asked, then went on without pausing, "It looks really nice like this, but I think it could still be a little longer." Dana nodded at that and tried not to smirk. About a year ago Cassie had wanted to have really long hair all the way down to her legs like a couple of her favorite cartoon characters. Claire had tried to convince her that it only really looks like that in cartoons, and in real life having hair that long is just way more work. Eventually she suggested that Cassie could have hair just like another of her favorite characters, in that fan shape and only a little past her shoulders, and she could even use a hair clip with that cartoon's logo on it. She seemed to be okay with it for now, but soon enough she might be right back to pushing for even longer hair. Cassie went right on chattering like that while Claire finished doing up her hair, and when it was done she turned to look in the mirror and then turned around again for Dana to look. Then she was hurrying downstairs to show 'Aunt Dana' her new sandals with the cartoon logos that matched her hair clip. She got them on while Dana and Claire got their purses and made sure they had everything. Then they were all ready and Cassie was already heading for the door when Claire gently reminded her, "Oh, uh, sweetie, are you sure you didn't forget anything?" Cassie just stopped for a second and looked back, so Claire gave her another hint, "We should have enough time for you to run back upstairs if you need to." With a little start Cassie suddenly understood, and she turned and trotted back up the stairs. Dana and Claire waited by the door until they heard the soft hissing noise, only slightly muffled by the bathroom door. It made perfect sense that Cassie would want to take care of that before they left, even if she got excited enough that she had to be reminded. While they waited for her to finish up, Claire went to pull the minivan out into the driveway, leaving Dana by the door to lock up behind them. Standing and listening while that hissing gradually faded and trailed off, she found her thoughts going back to the topic from earlier. *Hmm... well, I can at least give it a try today.* With that she trotted back into the kitchen and got another water bottle, tucking it into the corner of her purse just as the flushing noises came from upstairs. Dana was back at the door getting her own sandals on when Cassie came bounding down the stairs. "Oh, your toenails are so cute Aunt Dana. Did you do them yourself?" She piped up, looking down at Dana's deep red toenails where they peeked out between the straps of Dana's sandals, and went on without waiting for a response. "Mommy said I can start doing my nails when school starts. I'm not sure what color to go with, so I'll probably try out a different one on each finger, like Shelly does. She has her big sister help her with it, though. Maybe now we can help each other with it." She went on chattering happily like that while they went out to the van and got in the back seat together. Claire always had a pile of papers and other junk on the front seat, and anyway Dana knew that Cassie would want someone to talk to or at least chatter at during the drive. "Shelly says she's really looking forward to seeing everyone again now that she's back from camp, and she was thinking we could all together again before summer's over, maybe when Rita gets back from her trip next week." She was already chattering away, leaving Dana without much to do but sit and listen, occasionally nodding with interest and making encouraging noises, and of course sipping steadily from her water bottle. "Rita went to a resort by the beach with her cousin's family. She said there was a beach with seals on it and another one with sea otters. I got to see the sea otters when our class went to the aquarium last year. I wanted to pet them but they wouldn't let us get that close. There was a petting pool there too but it only had rays and I think some starfish and stuff. Oh yeah! We went to an actual petting zoo a few months later and they had these really big bunny rabbits..." The trip to the amusement park took about a half hour, and Cassie kept right on chattering until they turned the last corner and it came into view. Then she finally fell silent and pressed her grinning face to the window while they pulled into the parking lot and looked for a space. Dana's water bottle was almost empty by then. As soon as the van stopped Cassie threw open the door and hopped out, and Dana had to call out, "Wait! Cassandra! Uh, we have to wait for your mommy," since Claire was still getting her purse and everything together. Cassie reluctantly came back, pacing back and forth restlessly until Dana got out and took her by the hand. The day was really heating up, just like she'd expected, and she finished off the last of her water with a few quick gulps and got out the second bottle, now very glad that she'd thought to bring the second one and also glad to find that it was still pleasantly cool even after the drive. When Claire was ready she took Cassie's other hand and they all started toward the ticket counter together. Dana noticed a recycling bin on the way and tossed her empty bottle in, then cracked open the fresh one and took a few gulps. Once inside the park Cassie was even more excited, looking around at all the rides and everything and trying to decide what to do first before settling on the closest one, the spinning teacups. Dana sat down with Claire at a table with an umbrella right by the fence to keep an eye on her while chatting and working on her water. Next Cassie wanted to go on the bumper cars, and this time Dana went with her, leaving her purse and her water with Claire. Then she picked the swinging ship ride with the usual cartoony pirate sort of theme, and she wanted to go on it twice, first with Dana and then again with Claire. When they came back and Dana got up her water bottle wasn't quite half empty. There was a big roller coaster right nearby and Cassie looked at it longingly, but she still wasn't quite tall enough for that one. She kept gazing up at the drop tower over on the other side of the park with that same look, but she definitely wasn't tall enough to go on that yet. Really, she could only go on a couple of the actual roller coasters, and she seemed to want to save that for later, or maybe she was just getting distracted by the other smaller rides as they made their way over there. Either way, hopefully she wouldn't tire herself out before they got that far. For now she was still bursting with energy and showed no sign of slowing down. The next ride she picked was one with swinging chairs suspended from what looked like a carousel, and just like before she wanted to ride on it twice, first with Dana and then with Claire. Dana was looking thoughtfully at her mostly-empty water bottle when they came back to the bench where she was sitting and waiting, and before Cassie could run off toward another ride Claire suggested they could maybe take a quick break. It wasn't quite time for lunch yet and anyway Cassie definitely wanted to go on at least one big roller coaster first, but they'd been walking around for a while and there was an arcade nearby with a snack counter where they could sit for a minute and get a little something to eat. Inside, Cassie went right over to the ski-ball game along with Claire while Dana went to get the snacks. Once again she finished off the last of her water bottle and tossed it in the bin, and when she ordered she made sure to get a nice big soda for herself. "There, this should be plenty..." she muttered as she found a nice table by the window and beckoned the others over. Cassie finished up her game and went to exchange her tickets for a cute little plushie, while Dana opened her bag of chips and got started. The chips were tasty and just as salty as she expected, and she washed them down with plenty of soda while she sat and listened to Cassie chattering away as happily as ever. She chattered about her new plushie and squeezed it and held it up to her cheek, and she chattered about the rides she'd been on and how fun they were, and she chattered about the rides she wanted to go on next, especially the roller coaster. There were two roller coasters that she was tall enough to go on this year, and she'd been really looking forward to riding both of them. Last week she got a chance to ride one of them, and she was determined to get her chance at the other one this week. Dana was almost finished with her chips and Claire was about halfway finished with her sandwich, but as the more she talked about it the more excited Cassie got, until she seemed all ready to run off to that roller coaster right now. Claire gently reminded her she had to finish her animal crackers first, and she mostly stopped chattering long enough to focus on eating. It only took her a couple more minutes, and when she was done she jumped up all ready to go, still chewing. She had to sit back down anyway while she waited for Claire to finish her sandwich, and afterward Dana kept hold of her while Claire gathered up her purse and the new plushie and everything else. Then they were outside and Cassie was making a beeline straight for that roller coaster before she got distracted again. She ended up getting distracted anyway, and couldn't resist stopping for just one more ride when she saw the tilt-a-whirl. Claire went on it with her while Dana stayed with all their stuff. When they came back she was finishing up the last of her soda, and now with no more distractions in her way Cassie went straight to the roller coaster and got in line. Dana dropped her empty cup in a recycling bin before joining her, and Claire found a nice bench right near the front of the line to wait for them. Now that the roller coaster was right there in front of her, Cassie's excitement seemed to shift slightly, taking on a slight tinge of nervousness as she waited in line and looked up at it. When the car came around the last bend and went down the last slope she held her breath and watched the riders in it, some throwing their hands in the air and squealing, others tense and silent. Most of them were kids about Cassie's age riding with their parents, Dana saw as the car came to a stop and they all climbed out, and most of the others were only a little older. This was one of the park's smaller rides, which is why the line by the entrance under the sign reading 'you must be this tall to ride' was just low enough that Cassie was just tall enough to reach it. The passengers getting off walked past, mostly smiling with excitement or maybe just relief, and Cassie was smiling too as the next group of passengers got on the car and the line moved forward a little. It was a pretty long line when they arrived, since it was right around lunchtime on a weekend and that was pretty much the peak of the park's popularity, especially for families with kids. But the roller coaster itself was small enough that each group didn't take that long, so at least the line was making good progress. And as they moved slowly forward and drew steadily closer to the front of the line Cassie's excitement gradually continued shifting, becoming a bit less eager and quite a bit more nervous. It was perfectly understandable that seeing the roller coaster up close like this might make her just a little nervous after how long she'd been looking forward to riding it, but Dana couldn't help wondering if there was a little more to it than that. For one thing Cassie was sort of glancing around from side to side, like she was looking for something and not finding it. Soon Dana noticed Cassie glancing over her shoulder too, with a strangely tense expression like she was getting worried about something and didn't know what to do about it. Dana might have asked if there was something wrong, but instead she leaned down and said, "Are you excited?" Cassie hesitated just a moment before she smiled eagerly and answered, "Uh-huh! I can hardly wait." She looked like she might have said something else, but instead of waiting Dana looked back up. "Well, it looks like it'll be our turn soon." There were enough people in line ahead of them for maybe two more trips on the roller coaster. "So just hang on a little longer." Cassie nodded, still smiling, although her enthusiasm didn't seem to return. She only seemed to grow more nervous as the next group boarded and the line moved ahead, glancing toward Dana again and again. By now they were close enough to where Claire was sitting for her to see them and wave. "Have fun!" she called out. "We sure will!" Dana called back with a wave and a giggle, then rose up to her tiptoes to look over the people still in front of them. "Looks like it might just be our turn next." Just then she noticed Cassie's eyes go wide with alarm and heard her give a soft gasp, but she didn't react. "And we'll tell you all about it afterward," she went to the railing and carefully leaned against it, placing her weight just right until she heard Cassie behind her give another, sharper gasp. This time Claire noticed too. "Hmm? Is something wrong, sweetie?" worried, she got up and started to come over. "Oh, Cassie?" Dana turned back and looked down. "What's the matter?" she said with a suitable tone of innocent concern, carefully lowering herself to a crouch. Cassie gasped once again, her wide-eyed gaze now pointed down at Dana's shorts. "Oh no! Aunt Dana!" Cassie's voice was a frantic squeak. "That's... you're..." she looked back up, her lips trembling and her face filled with barely contained panic. "You... You've gotta go potty!" she burst out, her voice as distraught as Dana had ever heard it. At once there was a burst of silence as all around them conversations cut off and heads turned their way. Dana felt her skin getting warm at the feeling of so many eyes suddenly upon her. "You just gotta!" Cassie went on without noticing, "Or... or else... you might..." "Cassandra!" Claire scolded as she came up to them. "That's, uh... that's not..." she tried to protest, but couldn't seem to think of anything that would help. "Oh dear," Dana said instead, as earnestly as she could, and at the same time placed her hand between her thighs and pressed them together. "I think you're right!" She rose with a quick sort of curtsy motion, trying her best to ignore the attention from all around, then turned to Claire and added sheepishly "Sorry! I'll just be right back," leaving the line and trotting back the way they came. She could feel the eyes following her until she got around the corner. Once safely out of sight of the line she pulled her hand away from her shorts, smiling. Other than that momentary embarrassment everything was going pretty much according to plan. Cassie had even noticed right before they got on the roller coaster, just like she planned. Dana herself had noticed earlier, of course, right around when they got in line for the roller coaster. At the time it was just a slight feeling of discomfort, gentle enough that she might not have noticed at all if she hadn't been paying careful attention. Really, that was just about all the proof she could have asked for right there, although she was glad that Cassie had confirmed it for her too. After all, she already drank three whole bottles of water, plus her usual morning coffee, and an entire soda on top of that, all without a single bathroom break. Even a little girl Cassie's age should have known to expect that Dana would be in pretty big trouble by now. Yet the discomfort she felt was hardly enough to even be called a distraction, certainly not enough to be worth getting out of line like that and only a little worse than it was earlier. Although it was getting quite a bit worse now as she walked away, and quite quickly at that. She paused and made another quick curtsy motion as the feeling rose sharply and suddenly and sort of took her by surprise, drawing a few curious glances. She hadn't exactly planned on being seen acting like this, although she maybe should have known to expect that too. After a few moments the feeling subsided like a wave passing and she trotted onward, trying to hurry and trying not to wince at the uncomfortable bouncing sensation that accompanied every step. There was a big group coming from the little theater by the arcade where a show seemed to have just gotten out, and she would really rather not get caught up in a crowd like that at a time like this. But after just a few more steps she felt it rising again, even stronger than before although not as sudden, like a fresh wave welling up deep inside her. She slowed down, then stopped and crossed her legs, trying to make it look as casual as she could but highly aware that she was pretty much right in front of the crowd. And even though she was ready for it, when the wave hit it was so powerful that it took her by surprise anyway, so that her fists clenched and her toes curled and she let out a sharp little squeak. That drew quite a bit of attention from those at the front of the crowd, including a couple little girls that looked like they had to be sisters. When the wave subsided enough after a long moment she started to move away, but not before she heard one of those girls say to the other in a whisper that wasn't quite soft enough to be private, "I think that lady's gotta go potty!" Dana was still blushing when she got to the door of the arcade and pushed through. Just as she stepped inside it hit her again, this time with almost no warning, and she let out a much bigger squeak. It rose into not quite a squeal and then dropped toward more of a moan before she regained control of her voice, and by then she was just about sure she had the attention of everyone outside behind her and just about everyone inside in front of her too. Gingerly pulling her hand out from between her legs, she couldn't help but think that she'd just proven that little girl absolutely right, that just about everybody who'd looked her way just now definitely would have said that she absolutely had to go, and she could only hope that most of them wouldn't use the word 'potty' if they did. She moved on, her eyes fixed straight ahead. She knew right where she was going, since she'd been sure to make a note of the bathroom by the snack counter was when they were here earlier, she just didn't want to have to meet anyone's eyes just now. The arcade area was way more crowded than before, with lines for almost every game and especially near the middle where some big fancy racing game had a line that snaked back and forth and stretched almost to the opposite wall. She couldn't just push through a crowd like that without getting jostled, and that would just be asking for a disaster. She'd have to go around the other side, and she couldn't really hurry either because even a tiny little bounce would just be an invitation to disaster. So she picked her way slowly and carefully between the arcade machines, all the while distinctly aware of all the attention her obviously desperate situation was getting and acutely aware that the situation was only getting worse and worse with every step. She got to the other side of the arcade area, where a little set of a few stairs separated it from the snack counter area. The bathroom was right up there and around the corner, and Dana started up the steps eagerly only to stop with a little gasp at the pang of protest it brought on. Normally she could take steps like these two at a time without even slowing down, but in her current state simply lifting her leg to the first one a little too quickly could risk bringing on the disaster. And worse than that, she could feel another wave coming on, the biggest one yet. With one hand on the railing and the other planted firmly between her legs she started up the steps, wincing with every one and really hoping she could at least get around that corner before things got even more embarrassing. Yet as soon as she got to the top of the steps she stopped in her tracks as all at once the wave crashed over her. She squealed, bending over and thrusting both hands into her crotch, shivering slightly as she clenched and squeezed with all her might. Her squeal faded gradually to a whimper as she recovered from the surprise and started to get the urge under control. But just when it seemed like it had peaked and was about to recede it surged instead and started to rise again. Dana rose up on her tiptoes as it did, her shiver turning into a shudder and then a steady trembling as she struggled to squeeze just a little harder and keep holding it a little longer. She stood there and struggled like that, and as the seconds stretched on she couldn't help but think about the crowd behind her and how everyone had to be looking at her right now, right when she had to look just like a little girl who had to go potty so bad she was just about to totally wet her little panties. After a few more seconds the wave at last started to recede a little and she staggered forward, hoping to at least get around the corner and mostly out of sight so she could salvage at least a little bit of dignity. But after just a few unsteady steps another one suddenly struck. It was even bigger than the last, and all she could do was stop right where she was, trembling and squeezing and too surprised to even make a sound. It wasn't letting up at all anymore, she realized. The waves were hitting her so fast now there wasn't even time to move between the end of one and the start of the next. This wave hadn't even peaked yet and she could already feel another coming on, by far the biggest one yet. It was building up, gathering strength, getting ready to strike, and if she didn't get to the bathroom before it did she just might... *spurt* She stiffened, her face getting warm, and her panties getting warm too. The meaning of that feeling of sudden warmth and spreading wetness was undeniable. It was just a tiny little bit, no more than a few droplets, but there was no denying that her panties really were wet... that she really was... wetting her panties! And that tiny little squirt was just the beginning. The wave was still coming, still building higher and higher, threatening to come crashing down at any moment. And when it did, it was all over. She absolutely had to get to the bathroom *right* now, or else her panties were about to get a whole lot more than just a little wet. She started running. Another little spurt slipped out as soon as she moved her legs, and then another, a few more droplets leaking out into her panties with every step she took. The warmth and wetness were growing steadily, but she couldn't even think about that right now, or about her dignity, or anything else besides trying frantically to make it to the bathroom before it was too late. It was already too late to keep her panties dry, of course, but she could still save them from getting totally soaked. She was around the corner now, the bathroom door just a few steps away, just the single unisex stall, and all she could think as she locked her eyes on it was that if there was anybody in there right now then it was all over for her. She reached out toward that door, hoping as hard as she could that it wasn't locked and squeezing just as hard to stop the little squirt that briefly turned into more of a momentary trickle as she removed her hand from her crotch. The handle turned and she burst in to the little stall, a surge of relief washing over her at the sight of the toilet right there, right in front of her and thankfully unoccupied, and just in time. She stepped forward and started to unbutton her shorts, but after just a single step she stopped again with a little high squeak of surprise that rose even higher into a squeal as the enormous wave came crashing over her. It was way more than she could take, and the squirt that came out was strong enough it felt less like a trickle and more like a stream. She squeezed as hard as she could but the leak just wouldn't stop, only slow back to a trickle. She couldn't help it, she couldn't stop it, she couldn't hold it! In a panic she yanked down on her shorts, but they were still buttoned and just a little too tight to quite come off her hips like that. And the wave was still rising, somehow growing even stronger. The trickle was growing, edging back toward a stream and threatening to become an absolute flood. She was trembling all over with the effort and her whole body clenched as she tried desperately to hold it back just a bit longer, and just as she felt the wave start to overwhelm her and all her frantic determination collapse into despair, the button beneath her clenching fingers popped open. Without hesitating for an instant she yanked again, pulling her shorts down to her knees and her thong down to around her thighs. In the very next instant the flood burst forth and poured out with a mighty gush. She moaned in relief, sinking as her knees buckled until she was leaning against porcelain. It felt incredible, and it sounded incredible too, the splashing and spraying almost like a miniature waterfall. After a few moments the noise cut through her blissful haze and she hurriedly turned to plop herself down on the toilet. Waves of relief were still washing through her and she panted and moaned again, while beneath her the splashing went on, somewhat muffled but somehow louder as well from the echoing. With a last shudder and a couple more gasps she shook her head and looked down at the floor, grimacing slightly at the sight, then grimacing even more at what her thong looked like. She hadn't quite expected that part, although maybe she should have. Really, everything happened just like she expected, only maybe a little too much so. The stream went on and on, and on and on and on, until finally it tapered off to a trickle, then a dribble, and finally stopped. She quickly got herself cleaned up and then tried to clean up the floor a little. She looked down as she left and crossed back through the arcade to avoid making eye contact with anyone that might have seen her earlier, and outside she headed back to the roller coaster. When the ride stopped and Cassie and Claire got out of the car, Dana was sitting there on the bench and waiting for them. "That was super fun!" Cassie squealed breathlessly, grinning and giggling as she emerged from the crowd. "I wanna go again," she was saying eagerly to her mommy, "except this time I wanna be in the very front." Claire smiled pleasantly and started to reply, but Cassie went on, "Oh, except first I wanna to go on the other roller coaster again. Oh! and we still need to have lunch, too." They were close enough now, and Dana got up and waved. Claire waved back, and Cassie turned and saw and waved too. "Aunt Dana!" She trotted over, still grinning. "It was super fun! We're gonna go again, and we're gonna be in the car in the very front, and this time you can come too and-" she stopped, her expression shifting as she seemed to remember. "Oh... Aunt Dana, I- I'm really sorry!" Dana gave a kind smile and a small chuckle, and started to reply, "That's alright, sweetie. You don't need-" before Cassie cut her off. "I should have noticed! I mean, I guess I did notice, but I should have said something earlier. It's just, I wasn't really thinking about it, so I just never even really thought about how you might have to go p-" "Sweetie!" Claire burst out before her daughter could finish saying something embarrassing. "It's okay sweetie!" Dana burst out at the same time, only slightly less alarmed. "After all, it, uh, worked out fine." She tried not to sound as uncertain as she felt. Cassie nodded and looked down, apparently not noticing that but still looking pretty uncertain herself. "Uh-huh, I know. It's just, we were supposed to go on the roller coaster together. And now..." she trailed off, then looked back up with eager determination. "But- but we can still go on the other roller coaster together! Right? We could even go right now." "But Cassie, we have to have lunch first. And, uh, there's something I need to talk to you about, too." Dana glanced at the crowd. "Something private." They all headed over to the restaurant, then. It was getting pretty busy as the lunch crowd started to arrive, but Claire didn't like eating at a fast food place and she definitely didn't want to just get lunch from a snack counter, and just now Dana was just fine with letting Claire wait in line while she took Cassie over to a quiet corner. "Okay Cassie, sweetie," Dana started once they were alone and sitting down. "Now, uh, about what happened just now-" "I'm so sorry Aunt Dana!" Cassie burst out, "I know you wanted to go on the roller coaster. Just like I did last week. But... it was just like last week... when I... I-" "No, Cassie! It's okay," she managed, and reached out to gently take Cassie's hands. She knew just what happened last week, since Claire already told her all about it, and she definitely didn't need to make Cassie relive the experience now. "That's not it at all. It's... Cassandra, you have a gift." Cassie looked up expectantly while Dana searched for the right words. "You know earlier, when we got in line? You could already tell that I had to... um, 'go'. Couldn't you?" Cassie just looked confused at that. "Hmm? What do you mean?" For a second Dana was almost nervous that she might have somehow misunderstood everything. "You had to go potty as soon as we got out of the car." That caught Dana by surprise, and Cassie went on. "I guess I could have said something right away, but it wasn't that bad so I thought it wasn't a big deal, since you're a grown-up. I guess maybe you didn't notice right away, until we got in line at the ticket counter?" That surprised Dana even more, and now Cassie was really getting going. "Then when it started getting kinda bad while we were on the bumper cars, I thought you didn't want to take a break since we were having so much fun." "That's- I didn't-" Dana started, but Cassie didn't even slow down. "And later when we stopped for a snack and it was getting pretty bad, I thought for sure you were going to take a potty break. So when you didn't I guess I started to get a little nervous, since it was just like what happened last week. But I just thought, since you're a grown-up..." she started to trail off. "That's not- uh, sweetie, that isn't what I-" was as far as Dana got before Cassie interrupted her again. "Except it kept getting worse! When we were waiting in line and it started getting really bad I kept telling myself 'she's a grown-up... she can hold it...' And then- then when it got really *really* bad, I just kept telling myself, 'she's a grown-up... I'm sure she can hold it...', but then... it just... "Sweetie, please! You don't need to-" Cassie didn't even seem to notice what Dana was saying, and kept right going. "It got even worse! You had to go potty so bad, and we were just about to get on the roller coaster, and it was exactly like last week! I just knew that if you got on the roller coaster like that when you had to go potty really really bad like that, you were gonna have... a potty accident!... just like I did last week..." "That's..." Dana could only mutter. Just like she was afraid of, Cassie ended up reliving what happened to her on the roller coaster last week after all. "I mean, uh, that's the thing," she pressed on, realizing her chance, "you know, what happened today? That's your gift, Cassandra." Cassie looked up, confused and sniffling a little. "You could tell I had to, uh, 'go'. And you could tell before we got in line for the roller coaster, couldn't you?" Cassie nodded, frowning and still confused, and Dana smiled. It was the proof of what she'd suspected, and what she'd gone through all of this to prove. "Because the thing is, I couldn't. Not until we got in line for the roller coaster. You could tell, because you could feel what was happening to me. And I couldn't tell, because you took the feeling away from me." She smiled a little more and gave Cassie's hand an encouraging squeeze. "It's the same gift that I have, Cassie. And your grandmother had it, and her mother did too." They used to be healers, she'd been told, back in the old country. Women would come to them, injured or just in some kind of pain or other, and they'd use their gift to take away the pain. Everyone's gift was a little different, they'd said, and not every woman in the family had the gift. Claire never seemed to have it, or if she did it was different enough that she couldn't use it like they did. Dana used to wonder if that meant the gift was dying out somehow, but now Cassie had it too. Her gift was different from anyone else's that she'd ever heard of, but it was certainly powerful, especially for her age. She was explaining all about that and everything else when Claire came back with lunch. Dana filled her in on the parts she didn't know about, especially about everything that happened today and how she'd turned her suspicions into certainty. Then together they explained everything else to Cassie, who listened quietly and nodded along solemnly and grew more and more serious. By the time they'd explained just about everything Cassie's seriousness was turning into distress, and afterward she was silent for a few long moments before she said in a tiny voice, "Then that means... that lady on the train..." Her lips trembled, then her whole face. "The reason she didn't go potty when she had a chance... and the reason she kept holding it and holding it... until she couldn't hold it anymore..." Cassie looked up, as miserable as Dana had ever seen her, "It's fall my fault!" "Oh, no! Oh sweetie, no. It's not..." Claire started, only to trail off as she searched for another explanation. But there really wasn't one. Even if Cassie was being a little hard on herself, it was just like Dana realized as soon as she heard about what happened on the train. Cassie must have felt that woman's discomfort without understanding how, and without even knowing what she was doing she must have ended up taking away that discomfort, just as Dana or the healers in their family would in order to soothe someone's pain. Except without that feeling to warn her, the woman didn't realize just how dangerous her situation really was, so she let the situation escalate until Cassie's gift was the only thing standing between her and disaster. And then, as soon as Cassie got just a little bit distracted, there was nothing left to avert the disaster, and the woman paid the price. Really, it was exactly like what happened to Dana today, when she subjected herself to the same thing to confirm her suspicions about Cassie and her gift. Dana was just glad she'd managed to escape the worst of the disaster, so that it was only her thong that ended up paying the price and had to spend the rest of the day in her bag. "You just didn't know any better, Cassie," Dana cut through Claire's sputtering with a careful mix of sorrow and sympathy. "I know you didn't mean to." "I really didn't!" Cassie burst out, "I never meant to! I never wanted her to... I never ever wanted anyone to... to..." "In that case," Dana interrupted before she could get even more distraught, "You just have to learn how." Cassie looked up again and Dana showed her an encouraging smile. "So I'll teach you about it, okay? Everything you need to know." Cassie's face lit back up at that ray of hope. "And once you know how to control your gift, it won't cause any problems again." "That's right," Cassie said with a decisive nod and a look of fresh determination. "I don't want anyone to have an accident. And I won't make anyone have an accident, ever again!"
  10. Thanks a lot for reuploading. The premise of experiencing the effects of a diuretic without realizing it is kind of a favorite of mine, and so is having an accident while going commando. I also really like the slow reveal aspect of how they're treated too, and if anything I think that could have been stretched out a little more. I appreciate the variety of desperation scenarios too, although I have to say that some of the vignettes feel a little pointless, especially the ones that just introduce characters which are then irrelevant to the 'action'. I actually read the original version on peefans, and there are still a few remnants of it (mentions of 'last year' instead of 'last month', for instance), but I'm glad this version was able to satisfy the rules.
  11. All the teacher says before the 'star' stands up at that point is "are you okay?" and "did something happen?" She simply replies "I'm fine" and "nothing's wrong". One of the other female students also says something very briefly between the teacher's questions, but it's nothing specific and at most seems to be sentence fragments that could perhaps be translated "maybe..." and "um, that..." The guy that speaks to her first also asks "are you okay", and nobody else in that scene gives an indication of having noticed specifically what happened either. The whole point of the video is that she's about to use the urinal in the boys' room and get gang-raped, so this brief wetting scene comes off as a little perfunctory by comparison.
  12. Several weeks ago there was a request for a walkthrough of this game by Arabes (originally released some months ago but updated more recently with some new content), and I decided to create a walkthrough in the form of a first-person story from each of the subjects. When that was done, I decided to convert the stories into a more readable and more dramatic form and post it here, for everyone else that doesn't read the comments on every game in the downloads section. In particular, I've removed awkward references to all of the non-climactic endings, and most importantly the last two scenarios have been merged into an even more thrilling single narrative from the perspectives of both girls at once. Please enjoy. - I'm Ria, and here's what happened to me at the fireworks festival. I wore a frilly white top and a black miniskirt, with kneesocks and black heels. When the train arrived I went straight from the station to the riverbank along with everyone. On the way I noticed I was pretty thirsty, so as soon as I got there I stopped by the beer stall. I found a nice spot on the riverbank to stand and watch the fireworks, and after enjoying it for a little while I was kinda getting thirsty again so I went back to that beer stall. Now I don't usually have quite so much to drink when I go out, especially something like beer since it always seems to, um, 'go right through me'. I guess I wasn't so worried about it that night since the bathroom was right there, so I decided it'd be fine to have another beer, and afterward I went right back to watching the fireworks. I stayed there for a while longer, just relaxing and enjoying the show and not even uncomfortable or worried about anything until out of nowhere I realized I, um, must have had too much to drink after all. I guess all that beer really did 'go right through me', and it totally, uh, 'snuck up on me' and, um, 'hit me' all at once. Because all of a sudden I really had to go to the bathroom. So I turned around and headed right for the bathroom over by the bridge, and when I got there I saw there was a big line. Those are the biggest bathrooms around and the closest to the river, and with everyone standing at the riverbank watching the fireworks and everything there was to drink, I maybe should have known that everyone would end up trying to use that bathroom. Maybe if I thought of that earlier I would have known not to count on that bathroom quite so much, because I really wasn't counting on a big line like that and I didn't really know if I could wait. So I hurried right past and went looking for another one. I sort of headed back toward the station, even though I was telling myself there had to be something at least a little closer. There was one in the lobby of an apartment building but there was a line there too, an even bigger one, and the whole time it was just getting worse and worse, so by then I really didn't think I could wait. I was most of the way to the station so I kept going, but all of a sudden I realized I couldn't hold it anymore! I didn't know what to do, I had to find something right away but there was nothing anywhere, just the apartments and a parking lot and this empty field. And, um, It was dark, and there was nobody over there. I didn't really want to, but I decided I really didn't have a choice. So I ran over to where it was darkest and I pulled my panties down to take a leak on the grass. Except before I could there was someone right behind me, so I squealed and ran a little to the north. It was just as dark there, so I started to pull down my panties but there he was again! I ran north again, yelling to 'stay away', but he was still right there! By that point I was bending forward and I couldn't even run anymore. I kept walking but I could tell it was too late, it was all over, there was nothing I could do about it. I was right near the crosswalk when it started coming out, and I couldn't stop it. All I could do was lean up against the wall and whimper a little, while I totally wet my panties! - I'm Moe, and this is what happened to me at the fireworks festival. I wore a long grey knit sweater and orange pants. Now when I got off the train I could tell I had to go to the bathroom, so I made a quick stop at the station before I headed over to the riverbank. I was just getting there when I saw all the food stalls and stuff and noticed I was pretty hungry, so I decided to get something to eat. There was this spicy hot dog stand and even though I wasn't quite sure about it since I'm not usually a big fan of spicy stuff they looked pretty tasty so I decided it'd be fine to give it a try. And it was tasty but it was, um, really really spicy too. I had to get something to drink right away, so I went to the fruit juice stand right next to it and got some juice and gulped it right down. Then I went to find a spot on the riverbank, but my mouth was still tingling and there was this other stand on the way that just said 'potion'. The drink there looked a little strange, but that spiciness was really powerful so I gave it a try too, and it didn't taste great but at least it seemed to help. So after that I found a spot and stood by the riverbank for a while, just relaxing and enjoying the fireworks, and everything was fine until eventually I started feeling a bit uncomfortable. At first I didn't think too much about it, but it started getting a little worse, and then kind of a lot worse, and I started to think I maybe had a little too much to drink. I still couldn't quite believe it, since I just went to the bathroom at the station, and I just thought I couldn't possibly have to go again so soon. But it just kept getting worse and worse, until it was just impossible to ignore, and I finally had to admit that I already had to go to the bathroom again. Afterward I started to think maybe that 'potion' stuff I drank had something to do with it, like maybe it was a diuretic or something. But right then I wasn't thinking about that at all, because all I could think about was finding a bathroom. I looked around and saw a portable toilet right there across the train tracks, and I headed over there, but then I saw it had a super big line. So I decided to use the bathroom at the park instead, and I knew I had to hurry because it was still getting even worse. I never expected I'd have to go again so soon, and I never would have imagined it could get so bad so fast, so I guess I maybe waited a little too long and got myself in trouble. Anyway, I was almost at the park when it started getting really bad and I had to keep telling myself 'just a little more' until I got there. If only there were just a couple girls in line I could have waited my turn and I could have just barely made it. But there was a big line there too! I heard afterward that nobody could get into that portable toilet by the train tracks for like an hour or something, so everyone that didn't want to wait in line there ended up waiting in line at the park instead. Except I couldn't wait in a line like that, I had to go so bad I just knew I couldn't wait at all. As soon as I saw that line I realized all at once I wasn't gonna make it, I couldn't hold it, I absolutely had to go right now, or I was absolutely gonna have an accident! So I kept going right past the line and out the other side of the bathroom and around behind it by the fence. I was just pulling down my pants, all ready to take a leak on the ground right there, except just then someone came up right there behind me, so I jumped up and screamed to stay back. And then it was coming out and I couldn't stop it, I couldn't hold it, I couldn't do anything but stand there against the wall, and I totally wet my pants! - I'm Hikari, and here's how it went for me at the fireworks festival. To start with, I missed the usual train and ended up running late so I didn't know if I'd make it in time to watch much of anything. Oh right, I was wearing a striped sweater and a miniskirt over black tights. Anyway, when the next train arrived I went straight to the riverbank and made it there in time to watch what was left of the fireworks. Then after just a little while I noticed I kinda needed the restroom. I could have just gone when I was waiting for the train earlier, but I guess I wasn't even really thinking about it. Anyway, I didn't want to leave so soon after I got there, and besides I could see there was a bathroom right nearby and I didn't really have to go too bad or anything so I decided to keep watching the fireworks a little more. But it's just, it kept getting worse, and I kept waiting until, um, it got even worse, and eventually I realized I really couldn't put it off any longer. So I went right over to the bathroom, except it turned out there was a big line there and since I'd already been waiting a while I really didn't want to have to wait in line so I kept going, looking around for another restroom. I didn't really have any idea where to find one, so I just headed back toward the station. I ended up finding one in the lobby of this apartment building but it had a big line too and by then I'd been waiting so long I knew I couldn't wait there either. I had to find something else, and I was starting to think I might really be in trouble, and that's when I noticed this guy that looked like a local so I stopped and asked him if he knew about any other bathrooms nearby. He could have just told me about the park nearby with the bathroom that usually just has a little line, and I could have hurried right over and made it in time. Or if I hadn't even seen him I would have ended up there too, since I sort of remembered seeing that park from the train anyway. At least he didn't just stand there keeping me waiting, while it kept getting even worse until I went back to looking for myself. Then I'd just have ended up back at the station, and if there was any kind of line at all I might have ended up wetting my tights right outside the stall. But what he told me was that there's a convenience store right there at the corner. That sounded just perfect, so I hurried over and when I got there it looked just perfect too. I mean, by that point I had to go really bad but there were only a few girls in line, so I thought it wouldn't take too long and I could make it just fine. Except it's just, there was this girl in line right in front of me wearing these super skinny jeans, and she had to go really really bad. I mean, like, she couldn't keep still, she couldn't even stand up straight, I was actually getting kinda worried for her right up until she went into the stall. But just when it looked like she was safe and she made it after all, I heard her scream, like 'Oh, oh no, it's coming out!' I guess her skinny jeans got stuck or something and she couldn't get them down, so she ended up totally wetting her pants. We actually got to chatting on the train afterward and she told me all about it and everything else that happened. Her name is Shiori, and she was supposed to go to the fireworks with this guy but he never showed up. And she thought he texted her to wait but it was actually a mistake or something. So, uh, as for me, after a while I'd pretty much figured out what happened to that girl and realized she couldn't really come out like that, and by then I really couldn't wait any longer either. It felt like I was about to have an accident any second, and I knew my only chance was to try to make it back to the station. So I started over that way but I, uh, I didn't even make it halfway. Right next to the parking lot all of a sudden I just couldn't hold it any longer, and I just dropped to my knees and totally wet my tights! - I'm Shiori, and this is how my night at the fireworks festival turned out. I got there at about 1830 and headed from the parking lot over to the riverbank. I was wearing a white frilly blouse and my favorite super stylish, super tight skinny jeans. So I found a place by the riverbank and watched the fireworks for a while, and then at around 1935 I started to wonder where Suguru was and what was taking him so long. We were supposed to meet up at the festival, and even though we didn't really have a set time or anything I was getting impatient, so after a few more minutes I decided to text him. He replied right away, and said he got sidetracked at the bookstore with some kind of rare book. He gets like that sometimes, I don't really mind. Anyway, I was kinda looking forward to watching the fireworks together, but I figured it'd be fine to just meet up there instead. And that way I could stop by the bathroom on the way to the bookstore too, since I kinda had to go. Except when I offered to head over there, the reply I got said he was almost done and on the way here. I let him know where I was, near the hot dog stand, and Suguru said not to go anywhere. Except it wasn't him. It turns out he meant to tell me to come over like I expected, but I guess the texts got messed up somehow. I still don't have any idea how that's even possible. There's even a cell tower right there, over between the food stalls and the bathroom. Maybe something went wrong with it? Well anyway, whatever happened, I ended up waiting for him there on the riverbank. And I kept waiting, and waiting, until I was getting pretty impatient and really uncomfortable. Because the whole time I was waiting it was just getting worse and worse, until I really had to go, and I guess knowing I couldn't just go made me notice it even more or something. I tried texting Suguru a few more times to ask if he was still coming and where he was, but I got nothing back. I didn't really want to just leave after I told him I'd wait, but eventually I just had to go so bad I realized I really couldn't keep waiting. My jeans were starting to feel even tighter than usual, and I couldn't stop squirming, so I sent one last text apologizing and letting him know and then I finally left and headed to the bathroom. As soon as I got there I saw there was a big line, and after how long I already waited I really couldn't wait in a line that long. But I remembered the convenience store just down the street so I headed over there, and the whole way it kept getting even worse. Standing at the crosswalk I had to go so bad I could hardly believe it, I was like totally squirming nonstop and I couldn't even stand up straight. When I got to the convenience store there were a few girls waiting for the bathroom and I had to line up with them. By now I actually wasn't sure if I was gonna make it through even a little line like that, but I was absolutely sure I wasn't gonna make it anywhere else so I really didn't have a choice. I was squirming so much it must have been totally obvious, but I so far beyond caring about any of that, I could hardly even think about anything besides holding it just a bit longer. Then it was my turn and I was so relieved when I made it into the stall. After holding it and holding it and holding it for so long I was so glad I could finally sit down and just let go. Except... my jeans were stuck. I tried to unzip them but I couldn't, they wouldn't even budge. And... I was already letting go. I tried to stop it but I couldn't, it was coming out and there was nothing I could do about it. I just screamed and stood there and I totally wet my pants! - I'm Yuuna, and here's how everything went for me at the fireworks festival. The riverbank is just right down the street so I got going a little while before the show started. I was wearing a puffy white blouse and loose pleated pants. I got to the riverbank and for a while I just stood there enjoying the fireworks and everything was fine. It was after about an hour or so that I started getting a little uncomfortable, and then after a few more minutes I decided it was about time for a bathroom visit. The portable toilet near the train tracks was closest, but when I got there I saw it had a big line so I decided to go over to the park instead since it normally never has much of a line. Except that night there was a way bigger line than usual. I heard there was something wrong with the portable toilet and nobody could use it for a while before I got there, and I guess everyone else that saw what that line looked like ended up doing the same thing I did, so they were all in line at the park when I got there. Anyway, by that point I was really getting pretty uncomfortable and I didn't think I could risk waiting in a line like that, so I headed back across the tracks toward the apartment building lobby. And of course the whole time it was just getting even worse and I was just getting even more uncomfortable, and I was getting really worried about how long I could wait. And of course when I got to the apartment lobby the line there was just huge, and by then I just knew I couldn't afford to wait in line. I was starting to think that every bathroom in town must be super crowded, and what's worse I, um, wasn't quite sure if I could make it to any of them. The station and the convenience store weren't too far away, but I didn't know which one to pick and if I picked the wrong one I just knew it'd be all over. I was trying to decide which when I sort of realized the parking lot was right there, so, um... Oh! I mean, normally I would never even think about doing something like that but, well... it was an emergency... so I decided I, uh, really didn't have much of a choice. There was a car right there I could hide behind, and nobody could see or anything, and it looked just perfect to just pull down my pants and, um... 'take a leak'. But just when I'd made up my mind, this girl in a denim miniskirt ran right up and squatted behind that car and started taking a leak herself! She came from the direction of the convenience store, so I guess there really was a line that that girl must have been waiting in line when she decided she couldn't wait any longer. And when I saw her pull down her panties like that and just 'let go'... the sight of it, and especially the sound... it almost made me 'let go' too! So I turned and ran - or at least, uh, hurried - as fast as I could. I was way past even thinking about looking for a bathroom. I could already feel it happening, I could tell I was just about to completely let go any second! I had to at least find somewhere to pull down my pants before it happened, and there was this empty field right behind the apartments. It was even more exposed than the parking lot, but at least it was too dark for anyone to see, and anyway I absolutely didn't have any other choice. So I started to squat down, but... before I could even pull down my pants somebody came up right behind me, and I just squealed and ran away... but I only made it a few steps before... it happened. It just started coming out, and I just couldn't stop it, and I totally wet my pants! - I'm Minori, and here's what ended up happening to me at the fireworks festival. I was wearing a t-shirt with a plaid jacket and a denim skirt. When I got there and went straight from the parking lot to the riverbank to watch the fireworks. After a while I started getting thirsty to I went to get a drink. There was a juice stand right nearby but I wasn't really in the mood for juice so I went to the other drinks stand all the way at the end and got a Ramune. They had iced tea too and it looked pretty good, but I still remembered what happened last week and decided not to take the chance. Anyway, I went back to watching the fireworks and everything was for a while longer, until I started getting kind of uncomfortable. It was already pretty late by then and almost time to leave anyway, so I decided I could just stop for a quick bathroom visit on my way back to the car. I kept watching just a little longer and headed over to the bathrooms by the riverbank, near the bridge, except I guess just about everyone else had the same idea I did because there was a really big line. So then I remembered seeing a convenience store right by the parking lot and decided to go back there instead. On the way there I noticed it was kinda getting worse, and while I waited at the crosswalk I was getting a little more uncomfortable and kinda starting to squirm a little. I got to the convenience store and there was a line there too, but it wasn't too bad and I didn't really have much of a choice since I didn't know anywhere else that might have a bathroom so I got in line and just hoped it wouldn't keep getting even worse. I was really glad I didn't take a chance on that iced tea earlier because it always seems to send things into 'overdrive', just like what happened last week. Still, I was really uncomfortable and kinda squirming pretty bad by then, although the girl in line in front of me looked even more uncomfortable. She was wearing these super tight jeans and squirming constantly, and watching her all bent over like that really wasn't making it any easier for me to keep holding it. It was getting so much worse and I was squirming so bad by the time that girl made it into the bathroom that all I could think was how it'd be my turn next and I could finally get in there and sit down and get some relief. But as soon as she closed the door I heard her scream, and even though I couldn't really make out what it was I had a really bad feeling about what it meant. Then when she didn't come out after a few minutes I realized she might not come out at all and I knew I couldn't just wait for her, so I left. The thing is, I didn't know where any other bathrooms might be, and I couldn't just go looking for one. I was already just about out of time, I didn't know what else to do but if I didn't do something I knew just what was going to happen. All I could think of was, uh... going behind the car... I mean, normally I would never just 'take a leak' in a parking lot like that! But it was an absolute emergency, I was just about to have an accident in the parking lot! At least that way I could keep my panties dry. So I got there and looked around and I didn't see anybody. I was all ready to just pull my panties down and let go on the pavement, when the lights on the next car over suddenly turned on, and I saw someone inside! I hurried away before they could get a good look at me but by that point I could barely even walk. And I still had no idea where else I could go, so I just sort of staggered into this alley, with some grass and a couple bushes. I was absolutely out of time and all ready to just pull down my panties and completely let loose. But right then the lights of the house next to me came on, and someone shouted out the window. It was this old guy and he was all 'what are you doing in my garden', and all I could say was 'I'm sorry' again and again, and when he kept yelling I just said, 'I gotta pee...' and then finally 'I can't hold it!' And I really couldn't hold it... I couldn't believe it, but I couldn't do anything about it, and it all came pouring out in like an enormous flood... and I... I just... I totally wet my panties! - I'm Ruruka! And this is what happened when I was filming my "Fireworks Festival Report". I was wearing my costume with the strappy black top and the white shorts with a half-skirt attached, and the black knee socks. Now the director was supposed to meet me there at the station, but he never showed up, and after the last train arrived and he wasn't on it, I realized I was gonna have to figure something else out. So I saw this guy with what looked like a really nice camera, and after I explained things he agreed to come with me around the festival to help out. I had some ideas in mind about what segments to do before we got to the main event by the riverbank, but I let him decide which ones to do and in what order. We started with the movie theater by the station. It was already closed so I couldn't say that much about it, but after I finished the segment and the camera was off I kinda mentioned about that time my friend was on a date at that movie theater when she kinda wet her panties. I was just going on about how embarrassing something like that would be, and I ended up saying something like 'I'm an adult and I can hold it as long as I need to'. If only I hadn't said that part... Uh, anyway, next we went over to do a quick segment at the park nearby. I started off with how it'd be a nice place for a date, and then I had to correct that to a 'date with everyone', since I'm an idol and of course I don't have a boyfriend or anything. Then I pointed out the bathroom, and I had to add that of course I don't have to go to the bathroom or anything since I'm an idol. If only I hadn't said that part either... So, uh, next up was the riverbank where the crowds were, and I did some segments on all the food stalls and everything. First there was the fruit juice stall, and I ended up having some juice myself when he suggested it. I wasn't really thinking about it too much at the time, but I maybe should have planned ahead a little better... Next we went to the spicy hot dog stall that was right next to that one. I don't usually like spicy things that much, but it looked pretty good and I decided to give it a try anyway. Turns out it really was super spicy and I totally couldn't finish the whole thing. I guess I really shouldn't have tried it after all, especially not after the juice stall, since I wasn't really planning to have anything else to drink. Because, um, the next place we stopped was at the beer stall, and my mouth was still all tingly after that spicy hot dog, so... I got a beer anyway. I especially wasn't planning on having something like beer, and I... I really should have known better. Anyway, it was still kinda crowded and pretty noisy so instead of jumping right into the main fireworks segment we went over to the bathrooms by the bridge. I mentioned how it's always real busy during the fireworks festival, and how there was already a big line, and how it'd be easier to just wait until the line cleared out. If only I hadn't said quite so much about it... Because after that we just went back and forth for a while checking out good spots by the riverbank to do the main segment, and I was, um, getting a little uncomfortable. I guess it was kind of inevitable after how much I had to drink... So I asked if we could take a break, but the cameraman - I think his name was like Ken something? - well, he pointed out we hadn't done the main segment yet and if we waited too long the fireworks would be over. So we kept at it, getting ready and everything, and after a little while longer I was getting a lot more uncomfortable. Maybe if I just had some juice it wouldn't be that bad, and even if I had a beer it wouldn't be quite so bad... So I asked again, and this time I admitted I kinda needed to use the restroom. He just reminded me of that thing I said earlier about not having to go to the bathroom because I'm an idol, and since it was all on camera I'd have to do like an 'apology video' if I ended up 'betraying the viewers' trust' like that. So I just said 'Ruruna doesn't have to go to the bathroom', even though by then I really did have to go pretty bad. I guess it was like the juice filled me up and then the beer, uh, 'flushed me out' so that it all ended up, um, 'going right through me'. It was just getting worse and worse, and after a while I spoke up again and admitted I really did have to use the restroom after all, and even offered to do that apology video. But the Ken guy reminded me of what I said in the segment at the bathroom and how it'd be better to wait until that line was gone instead of having to waste time waiting in line. And I went along with it, and I just kept holding it, even though by now I had to go really bad and it was still getting even worse! This time when I admitted it he reminded me of what I said after the segment at the theater, about how an adult could always hold it, and he was even kinda teasing me about whether I'm an adult that can hold it or a little kid that was about to have an accident. If only I hadn't said any of those things... then he never could have convinced me to keep holding it and I could have just run off to the nearest bathroom. But instead I just kept holding it, while it just kept getting worse, until finally we were all ready for the main segment. And by then I had to go so, so bad I could hardly stand it. I could hardly keep still for a second, I could barely talk, I couldn't even think straight! It must have been totally obvious, and I must have looked totally ridiculous, stumbling over every line and squirming nonstop like that. There was a little lull in the middle of the segment where I was supposed to just stand and watch the fireworks, and I was trying as hard as I could to keep still when it suddenly hit me, all at once like an enormous wave, and all I could think was... 'I can't hold it'. I whispered to stop the camera, and I looked around for somewhere to go, anywhere! It was an absolute emergency, and I just didn't have a choice but to duck behind something and just pull down my shorts and let loose on the ground. But there was nothing. Even the road with the little bridge was all the way at the other end of the riverbank, and we were over by the train tracks and completely out in the open. I could feel it happening, I could feel it starting to come out, and I... I couldn't stop it. I just couldn't hold it anymore, I couldn't do anything about it at all... I just sank to my knees, and I totally wet my costume on camera! - / I'm Bibi, And I'm Mimino, And this is what happened at yoga class on the night of the fireworks festival. Now I'm the instructor, so I had to get going pretty early to get everything set up, and I reached the apartment building with the studio at just about the same time as Mimino. I took the train there, and when it arrived I got off and went to the station bathroom to take a quick break. But there was someone else already in the stall, and I didn't want to be late so I figured I could just use the bathroom at the yoga studio before class started. We met up outside the lobby and said hi in the elevator, and I went to the locker room while Mimino went over to the bathroom. I thought I'd just use the bathroom and then get changed, but I guess someone was in there because the door wouldn't open, so I decided to get changed first instead. I got changed from my sportcoat and denim short shorts into my yoga outfit with the white tank top and grey shorts, and I noticed the water cooler in the studio lobby was working again. And I was kinda thirsty so I had a nice big drink of water before class started. I hurried and got changed from my tan jacket and pink dress into my tights and shorts and sports bra, and I went back to the bathroom. It was still closed and whoever was in there wasn't coming out, and after waiting I was starting to get annoyed and tried calling to them. But then it was already time for class to start so I decided I was just gonna have to wait until the break. Mimino and everyone else came into the studio and I got class started. We were warming up with some basic poses when this girl in a costume like an idol singer or something came into the lobby and started talking to the receptionist about doing a segment on the yoga class for some sort of report. We've been looking for ways to generate publicity and maybe improve attendance, so this seemed like a great opportunity, and the receptionist said it was fine as long as they didn't interfere with class or anything. I heard it too, and I thought it seemed pretty interesting, especially the thought of maybe getting to see myself on TV or something. But the thing is, I wasn't really paying quite so much attention just then because I still had to go to the bathroom and it was getting really uncomfortable and kinda distracting. Uh-huh, I was starting to have to go too. I guess I maybe had a little too much to drink earlier. It wasn't that bad or anything, but it was about time to take a break anyway so I called for one and went out to the lobby, and Mimino hurried out in front of me. By then I really had to go. All through class it had just been getting worse and worse and I really didn't want to have to wait any longer. So I got to the bathroom door along with Bibi, but it still wouldn't open! I could hardly believe there was someone in there again. I tried calling out like before but it was no use, and I was starting to think it might just be broken or something. I thought it was a little weird too, and I was getting kind of uncomfortable and a bit worried, but more for Mimino since she was in way worse shape than me. Oh I know, I was all squirming and crossing my legs I had to go so bad, and if I couldn't use the bathroom I didn't know what else I was gonna do, and then before I knew it the break was over. By then I had to go pretty bad too, but I couldn't just keep everyone else waiting so I had to get class started, and I was just gonna have to hold it. We went back inside and started doing poses again, and I realized I was gonna have to keep holding it until the end of class. All I could think was like 'I really hope I can hold it'. I was mostly concentrating on trying not to let it show, telling myself 'I can hold it, I can hold it' and just making sure to keep still. And Mimino had it so much worse that she kinda, um, couldn't. I was trying my best not to be too obvious about it, but no matter what I did I just couldn't seem to stop squirming, and I was just about sure that everybody in class could tell. I know, I could totally tell from where I was at the front, even though I was pretty distracted by then since I really had to go too. And near the end of class we do some of the more complicated and, uh, strenuous poses, and that was making it even worse. Especially the ones where I had to bend way over or, like, spread my legs all the way apart. Oh, totally! It was so bad I couldn't stop thinking 'gotta go... gotta go... gotta go...', and I was even starting to think if it kept getting any worse I was just gonna have to run out of class and go downstairs or something. Except, just about then, the report started. It was that idol singer girl from earlier. She came in and started doing her report and her camera guy started recording, and as soon as I saw that I knew I had to be extra extra sure to keep still. And sure, we could really use the publicity and all, but that was just a really bad time for it. It was the worst possible time! See, I always put my yoga mat in the front row, so when the idol girl came in she was standing right next to me, and her camera was pretty much pointed right at me. I know I wanted to see myself on TV but... not like that, not when I had to go like that! I had to go so, so bad I couldn't keep still at all, I couldn't stop squirming for a second, and the whole time it must have been totally obvious. Everyone watching must have been like 'that little tiny girl there, squirming around like crazy, she looks just like a little kid that's just about to have a huge accident'. By then I was hardly even paying attention to much of anything, mostly still just trying to keep still and thinking about how class was almost over, telling myself 'just a little bit longer'. Me too, and I was counting down the minutes until class was over and I'd be safe, even though it felt like it might start coming out any second. I had to go worse than ever, and I was totally ready to just run out of class, but with the camera rolling like that I just couldn't! It was bad enough for everyone watching to see me like that, I absolutely couldn't stand to be 'that tiny little girl that couldn't hold it and had to run out of yoga class before she had a huge accident'. I just didn't have a choice but to keep holding it, so I just told myself it was almost over, that there were only two poses left. Except... they were the very worst ones. They're both, like, squatting poses. The side lunge and, um... the 'garland pose'. The first one was bad enough, I could barely stretch my leg out at all, and my other leg was pressing right into me, like right there. And then... the other one... As soon as I shifted over into the full squat, it happened. I could feel it happening, it was coming out! I screamed and grabbed myself down there, but... I couldn't do anything to stop it... I couldn't hold it... and right there, right in front of the whole class, and even the camera... I totally wet my yoga pants!! It was just so awful. It went on and on and on, pouring out, completely flooding her pants and soaking right through her shorts and drenching her yoga mat. I went over to her but there wasn't anything I could really do besides stand there and watch along with everybody else. Uh, eventually the idol girl said to turn off the camera, at least. Anyway, when it was finally finished poor Mimino collapsed and plopped down in her puddle. I apologized over and over, for not noticing, and for... well, for not helping somehow. I told her to go get changed, and I got out a towel and started to clean up. But the thing is, I still really had to go too! I'd been holding it just about the whole class, so it was getting really, really bad, and the bathroom was crowded like always. I guess I was kinda counting on going right to the bathroom as soon as class was over, and now that I couldn't I was in really big trouble. I had to go so, so bad I was starting to get worried I might, uh... end up making a big puddle of my own. But then I got to thinking, would that even be so bad? Since, well, there was already a puddle, and I was already cleaning it up, and then I was just going to get changed. The yoga mat was ruined either way, and besides, cleaning up a bigger puddle wouldn't really be much harder or anything. And most of all, it was way better than having to risk making another puddle somewhere else. The only thing was, the idol girl and her camera guy were both still sanding around, and it looked like they weren't about to leave. I couldn't just pull my shorts down right in front of them, or even pull them to the side or anything, so I came up with an idea. I stretched out to part of the floor next to the wall, and then while pulling back I just sort of let my feet slip out from under me so I plopped down on my butt right on the soaking wet yoga mat. Now my shorts were all soaked too, so I made some, like, complaining noises and I, um, let go. It kept coming out for a while, so I kept moaning and complaining about being all wet and stuff, even though at the same time I was totally wetting my shorts. But at least I got away with it, and afterward I just finished cleaning up and went to get changed.
  13. I can also think of two manga/anime instances: "Futaba-kun Change!" (which never got an anime adaptation) and "Otenki Oneesan" (which did, as well as a live-action adaptation, although I don't know whether the last one includes the scene in question). Both are the result of a laxative administered by a rival, although in the first case the attempt backfires when someone else drinks it instead. There's also a similar situation in the second episode of "Itazura" (or "Itazura the Animation", also released under the English title "G-Spot Express"), although it's under much more abusive circumstances and as such might be less relevant.
  14. Because the last two girls are interconnected and because they both have separate paths, I've combined the scenarios in a different way than previously. Like before, the '*' numbers denote the girl's own pictures, while the '**' numbers are for the other girl (Mimino during Bibi's narration, and Bibi's during Mimino's narration). I'm Bibi, and this is what happened to me and Mimino at yoga class on the night of the fireworks festival. I got going a little after 1800, wearing a tank top with a sportcoat and little denim short shorts. I reached the building with the classroom at the same time as Mimino and we said hi in the elevator. She went over to the bathroom before getting changed, but I guess someone was in there because she didn't go inside. I got changed into my shorts and then I noticed the water cooler was working again, so I got a quick drink. I saw Mimino waiting at the bathroom door for a while longer, but the door just stayed closed until I got class started at 1910. Everything was fine for a while, until around 1950 when I started to notice that I had to go to the bathroom, and started thinking I might have had a bit too much to drink after all. I called for a break at about 2000 like usual and went over to the bathroom stall to use the western-style toilet*1, and Mimino hurried over ahead of me too, but someone must have been in there just like earlier. We both waited there for a while, and Mimino looked pretty uncomfortable and she was squirming a little, and I was getting kinda uncomfortable too, and the door didn't open until the break was over and we both had to go back. I tried to focus on class and on all the poses, and I kept telling myself 'I can hold it, I can hold it'. But by then I really had to go, and some of the poses were making it even worse, like the ones where I had to bend way over or spread my legs all the way apart. I think poor Mimino was in even worse trouble, since the whole time she couldn't stop squirming at all, and at about 2030 she must have decided she couldn't wait any longer and went back to the bathroom again. It still didn't open and by that point she couldn't just stand at the door so she went down the elevator, still in her yoga outfit. I was kinda worried about her, and afterward I realized that with the fireworks and everything even the downstairs bathroom must have been overcrowded, so Mimino just didn't have any other choice but to climb halfway up the outside staircase and pull down her yoga pants to take a leak right there on the steps**2. And right then I guess someone must have come up to her on the stairs, and she was so surprised she fell back and ended up totally wetting her yoga pants instead!**3 But I didn't realize any of that at the time, and I was in pretty big trouble myself and the poses were just making everything so much worse. The last two were the absolute worst, and at 2100 when I could finally end class I hurried into the locker room to get changed as fast as I could. And of course now everyone from class was waiting in line to use the bathroom so I went downstairs instead, totally squirming and practically potty dancing while I waited for the elevator. I saw the line at the downstairs bathroom, and this one girl in a sweater and a miniskirt over black tights that looked like she had to go just about as bad as I did. She was talking to this guy and a little before I got there she broke away and hurried for the station. I went for the station too, since I figured there was going to be a line just about everywhere and at least the station was a better bet than the convenience store since it had more than one stall. I got there, all ready to just rush into a stall and yank down my shorts over the Japanese-style toilet*2. But when I got there I saw the girl from earlier totally wetting her tights right there in front of the stall door! I was just about out of time now, so instead of waiting for the ladies room I decided it was enough of an emergency to use the men's room instead. Except all the stalls there were occupied too! I banged on one of them a little, and by then I was about ready to just turn around and use the urinal instead*3. But just then some guy came in and I couldn't. I tried to hold it but I just completely ran out of time, and just like that it started coming out and I totally wet my shorts!*4 - I'm Mimino, and here's what ended up happening to me and Bibi at her yoga class, the night of the fireworks festival. The train arrived a little after 1800 and I went into the station bathroom, but someone was in there and I figured I could just use the one at the classroom. I said hi to Bibi in the elevator and while everyone else started getting changed I went to use the bathroom, but someone was in that one too. So I changed into my sports bra and shorts and tights and went back to wait at the door. I noticed Bibi get a drink from the water cooler, so I guess it must be working again. Whoever was in the bathroom wasn't coming out at all and I was starting to get annoyed, but class was already getting started and I decided I could wait until the break. We were doing the usual poses when this girl in sort of an idol singer costume came into the lobby and asked the receptionist about doing a segment on the class for some sort of report. That seemed interesting and the receptionist said it was fine as long as it didn't interfere with class or anything, but I wasn't paying too much attention just then because I still had to go to the bathroom. It was actually getting pretty bad, and I was really trying not to let it show so I don't think anyone else noticed yet. At around 2000 we took a break and I went right over to the bathroom again, along with Bibi, but it was still closed. I tried calling to whoever was in there but the break is pretty short so class was already starting up again. We had to go back in, and I realized I was just gonna have to hold it until class was over, even though I was getting really worried because now it was getting really bad. And just when I was wondering if I could really hold it that long, the girl from earlier in the idol costume came in along with her camera guy. They started doing their segment, and since I'm in the front row she was standing right next to me. I was trying my best not to let it show but I just had to go so bad that I couldn't quite keep still, and I just knew it must have been totally obvious to everybody watching. I couldn't stop thinking about it, and it was still getting worse! It got so bad that I was just about ready to just run out of class, but with the camera was still rolling I just couldn't. It was bad enough for everyone watching to see me as 'that tiny girl squirming around just like a little kid trying not to wet her yoga pants', I absolutely couldn't be 'that girl that couldn't hold it and had to run to the bathroom in the middle of yoga class.' So I just had to keep holding it, even though I really wasn't sure how much longer I could hold it, and every single pose just made it that much worse. It felt like it was about to come out any second, but I just told myself 'just a little longer... only two poses left...' Except those last two poses were like the very worst ones, where I had to crouch down with my legs spread all the way open. I could barely extend by leg at all in the first one, and as soon I got into the last one I could feel it... starting to... come out. I panicked and screamed and grabbed my crotch, but... I couldn't stop it. It just kept coming out, and I... I totally wet my yoga pants, in front of the whole class... and on camera!*4! Afterward Bibi told me to get changed while she cleaned up my soaked yoga mat and everything. She was trying to comfort me about it later and said that she still really had to go too, after how much she had to drink and since she couldn't use the bathroom at the break either. But everyone from class was trying to use it too, and by the time she was done cleaning up she wasn't sure if she could even wait long enough to get changed... So she said since my yoga mat was already all wet, it wouldn't be a big deal if it, um... got a little more wet. The idol-costumed girl and her camera guy were still hanging around, or she could have just, uh... pulled her shorts to the side**5. So instead she came up with the idea to, like, pretend to slip and plop down on it, so they wouldn't notice**6. Like I mentioned in the first place, I'll be cleaning all of this up and posting it in the fiction section sometime soon.
  15. I'm Ruruna! And this is how filming my "Fireworks Festival Report" turned out. I was wearing my costume with the strappy black top and the white shorts with a half-skirt attached and the black knee socks. So the director was supposed to meet me there, but he never showed up, and after the last train got there at 1815 and he wasn't on it, I realized I was gonna have to figure something else out. I saw this guy with what looked like a really nice camera, and after I explained things he agreed to help out with it. I had some ideas in mind about what segments to do before we got to the main event by the riverbank, but besides that I let him decide where to go and when. We started with the movie theater by the station. It was already closed to I couldn't say much about it, but after the camera was off I kinda mentioned about that time my friend was on a date at that movie theater when she kinda wet her panties. And I went on about how embarrassing something like that would be, and I ended up saying that I'm an adult and can hold it as long as I need. If only I hadn't said that part... Uh, anyway, next we went over to do a quick segment at the park nearby. I started off with how it'd be a nice place for a 'date with everyone', since of course as an idol I don't have a boyfriend or anything. And I pointed out the bathroom there, even though of course since I'm an idol I don't have to go to the bathroom or anything. If only I hadn't said that part either... So, uh, next we went to the riverbank where the crowds were, and started with some segments on all the food stalls and everything. First there was the fruit juice stall, and I ended up having some myself when he suggested it. I didn't really think anything of it at the time, but I maybe should have known what to expect... Now next we went to the spicy hot dog stall that was right next to that one. I don't usually like spicy things much, but it looked pretty good and I decided to give it a try anyway. Turns out it really was super spicy and I totally couldn't finish the whole thing. Still, it would have been fine eventually, except next we went to the beer stall. I wasn't really planning to have anything else to drink after that juice, but my mouth was still tingly after the spicy hot dog so I got a beer anyway. I really shouldn't have had anything else to drink, and especially not anything like beer... Anyway, it was still kinda crowded so instead of jumping right into the fireworks segment itself we went over to the bathrooms by the bridge. I mentioned how it's always crowded during the fireworks festival even though there's only Japanese-style stalls, and how there was already a big line, and how it'd be easier to just wait until the line cleared out. If only I hadn't said all that... Because after that we were going back and forth on the riverbank checking out good spots for the main segment, and I was getting a little uncomfortable so I asked if we could take a break. But the cameraman - I think his name was Ken or something? - well, he pointed out we hadn't done the main segment yet and if we waited too long the fireworks would be over. So I kept waiting, and after a while longer I was getting uncomfortable enough to ask again, and this time I admitted I kinda needed to use the restroom. But he reminded me of that thing I said earlier about not having to go to the bathroom because I'm an idol, and even that since it was on camera I'd have to do an apology video for betraying the viewers' trust. So I kept waiting, and I even said 'Ruruna doesn't have to go to the bathroom', even though really I had to go pretty bad. And it just kept getting worse, and after a while I asked again, and admitted I really did have to use the restroom after all and even offered to do that apology video. But he reminded me of what I said about the line at the bathroom and how it'd be better to wait until the line was gone instead of having to waste time waiting in line. And I went along with it, and I just kept holding it, even though by now I really had to go. It was still getting worse, and when it got bad enough I asked again. This time he reminded me of what I said about how an adult could always hold it, and he was even kinda teasing me about whether I'm an adult that can hold it or a little kid that was about to have an accident. If only I hadn't said any of those things, he never could have convinced me to keep holding it, and then I could have run over to the nearest bathrooms and used the Japanese-style toilets there*1, or I guess if we were over by the convenience store at the corner I would have used the western-style toilet there*2. But I just kept holding it, even though by that point I absolutely *had* to go so bad I just couldn't stop squirming and I wasn't even sure how much longer I could hold it. And then, at about 2135 we started the main fireworks segment. I had to go so *so* bad I could hardly get the words out, and it must have been totally obvious. And then, right in the middle of the segment, it suddenly hit me and I realized all at once that I had to go *right* now, and I just couldn't hold it *any* longer. I whispered to stop the camera, and if we'd been doing the segment over by the bridge I think I could have at least run under the road by the bridge supports and maybe made it in time to pull down my shorts and just take a leak on the ground*3. But we were over by the train tracks and there was nowhere to go, nothing to hide behind, no way out... and there was nothing I could do to stop it... I just sank to my knees, and I totally wet my costume on camera!*4
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