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  1. A/N: Implied sexual content, another commission even if it is actually somewhat new to the more experienced woman. She is willing to try anything once, and now that she fully understands Serena’s interest in desperation and wetting, she wants to try that out, to see just how much she enjoys it, and to give Serena a chance to do something that she already knows she loves. So that is what they plan to do one afternoon, when neither of them have any plans, when the two of them can just be along together and enjoy each other’s presence. Both get into bed needing to pee, and start cuddling like they normally would have with this time off. The only difference is that neither go to to the bathroom before laying down, despite the slight urges, and neither have any plans of getting up or moving, no matter how bad those urges become. Serena has never actually had the chance to do this with someone else, so even though she knows that she loves it, it is still about as new of an experience for her as it is for Diantha. She is a little nervous to go so far already, but she tries not to let that show, and knows better than to let herself get embarrassed over it. This is going to be exciting for her, and she hopes that it is just as exciting for Diantha, because then, it is something that they can do again and again, and that sounds like a dream. Really, just being with Diantha is like living in a dream most of the time, and Serena can hardly believe that she is so lucky, with Diantha not only returning her feelings, but also completely willing to experiment with her kinks, and indulge her in her interests. And so, with the two of them cuddled up together, she waits for the moment when their desperation really starts to kick in. Both had plenty to drink before all of this, and at the first sign of an urge to pee, they headed to bed to get things started. It will not take long before all of that liquid starts to take its toll on either one of them, so she knows it is just a matter of time and patience. Snuggling closer, she is hyper aware of every sensation coming from her bladder. Diantha eventually starts to make light conversation with her. Even if it does not take long for them to get desperate, it is still going to take some time, and it is better to do something during that time than to simply wait it out in silence, impatience quickly getting the better of them. Talking with her lover serves as a good distraction for a bit, and Serena is almost able to forget what they are actually doing here, as Diantha gets into a pretty detailed, incredibly funny story about something that happened to her on set recently. But when Serena laughs at something that she says, her bladder is quick to remind her of the situation, and she cringes a bit. Diantha gives her a knowing smile and says, “Should I lay off the funny stories, or keep them coming? It would be kind of cute if you lost control this quickly, and all because I made you laugh, but I don’t want it to be over before you’re ready.” “Maybe better if I don’t laugh as much,” Serena replies, and Diantha nods, still smiling in that knowing sort of way, getting Serena so flustered. Just to hear Diantha say how cute it would be for her to laugh so hard she wet herself has her flustered, getting her all excited. She really wants Diantha to get into this, and the fact that she is able to say something like that shows that she is at least still intrigued by it. She changes the subject, and the two of them get back to talking, but it is becoming more difficult for Serena to focus. Now that she has laughed, her bladder seems intent on not letting her forget how full it is, and that it is continuing to fill, as everything she had to drink is rapidly processed, quickly going through her system. She squirms a bit, and Diantha tightens her hold on her, showing that she did not miss that little movement, and understands exactly what it means. This is embarrassing in the best way possible, but Serena wonders how Diantha is holding up. She has not shown any real signs of desperation, but that might make since. Being a movie star and all, she is probably used to keeping her cool under the worst of circumstances, and of course, there is the fact that she is incredibly good at acting. It is possible that she will be able to keep her cool all the way until the end, managing to perfectly hide her desperation until she can’t hold it anymore. Serena is not sure which is better- the idea of Diantha squirming and writhing in desperation, or the idea of Diantha, cool as a cucumber, suddenly turning red as she loses control with no warning, wetting herself while cuddled up with Serena. Either way, Serena is fairly certain that she will already be soaked by then, but it might be better that way. After all, she won’t have her own bursting bladder to distract her from every little thing that Diantha does. It is starting to get a little more intense, the time when she would normally go to the bathroom if she could, if one were available, and if she were not already doing a hold. Instead, she just squirms a little bit more, and tries to push the feeling off, just to see how long she can ignore the way her bladder fills, and tries to get her attention. While Serena concerns herself with all of this, and while Diantha manages to tell her stories without losing too much focus, she is still feeling the effects of all that she has had to drink. Laying together like this, she does try to keep her composure for a bit, not wanting to make it too obvious, though she is not sure why she has that impulse. Naturally, she expects Serena to know that she has to pee, and she knows that Serena will like that fact, but even so, she behaves as she would if they were cuddling under normal circumstances, and she was trying to put off going to the bathroom in favor of spending a little more time like this. Though this is an entirely new kink to her, she really can’t deny that excitement that comes with not knowing how long she is going to be able to make it, as well as knowing that her young lover is trying to fight against a similar feeling. Every time Serena starts to squirm a bit, it gets her excited all over again, until her arousal is even more difficult to conceal than her growing desperation. This was definitely a good idea, and she is pretty sure that she is into it as well. Either way, she was planning on indulging Serena whenever she wanted, certain that there was no way she could completely hate it, but discovering how much she likes it is a pleasant surprise, proving the two of them to be even more compatible. As her bladder continues to fill, twinging from time to time, she can hardly hide her growing anticipation, letting herself squirm just a little bit, noticing the way that Serena steals a glance at her when she does. It is absolutely adorable, watching Serena’s cheeks flush as she gets excited. She is obviously nervous about her own predicament, but that is not enough to keep her from getting excited about Diantha’s, and she has her feelings written all over her face. She might not last very long as an actress but that just makes her even more appealing to Diantha, who loves the way that she struggles to hide anything. “You’re so cute,” she comments, just to see the way that it makes Serena blush even deeper for her. Though Serena serves as a decent enough distraction from her own bladder, that is not something that is going to last for long, and eventually, she is not going to be able to hold back, let alone hide it. Even for an actress like her, it is not possible to completely conceal the needs of her body. Time continues to tick by as they both try and distract themselves from their bladders, but it is not much longer later that Serena has begun to full on squirm, struggling to go back to being still, and never able to pull that off for very long. She is flustered by that whole ordeal, trying to go still in Diantha’s arms, only to end up squirming and writhing all over again, as things start to become too much for her. “That really is too cute. It must be getting bad, right?” Diantha asks, watching Serena’s face go red all over again. “It’s starting to, yeah,” she mumbles. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” she asks, and Serena nods. “If it’s because I’m here, then you definitely have nothing to worry about. After all, I like it too.” “You do?” She looks surprised, but pleased. “I do. I didn’t know I did, but I’m so glad that we decided to try this out. Watching you like this, and waiting like this…” “Is it getting bad for you, Diantha?” Her voice is innocent as she asks the question, but there is nothing innocent about the look on her face, or the way she grinds against Diantha’s leg a bit, her arousal showing so plainly. “It is,” she confesses. “I don’t know how much longer I can last like this. I suppose it is just a matter of time, to see if I can outlast you.” That statement gives Serena even more of a thrill, but she does not have long to indulge in that thrill, as she is soon squirming from her desperation again. By now, it is becoming difficult for Diantha to stay still as well, and even as they hold onto each other, neither of them can keep still for very long. Her bladder has really started to ache, and it has been a long time since the last time she let a need get this intense, all without doing anything about it. By now, she should have already gone to empty her bladder. Serena is not going to outlast her, and she thinks that they both know that. Even so, she is going to keep putting up her best fight to the end, and Diantha is not going to give in even once Serena has, wanting to put up her own best fight, all the way to the end. That is the only way to make sure that this is all perfectly authentic, suiting the sorts of fantasies that Serena has always had, and always kept to herself, up until now. “I can’t…hold it much longer…” Serena mumbles, taking a hand to jam between her legs. Diantha feels such a sudden stab of arousal, seeing Serena hold herself like this even while they are cuddling in bed together, and even if she does not understand where this interest comes from, she perfectly understands why it turns Serena on so much. It I shard for her to imagine anything even half as exciting as this, and she never wants this moment to end. Or, maybe she does, because the more time progresses, the closer she gets to seeing her darling Serena lose control, flustered as she begins wetting herself. Diantha can hardly wait, but she does not have long to wait. The more Serena struggles, the closer she gets to losing control, and no matter how hard she fights, there is only so much that she can do to keep control, before it becomes too much for her body to handle. There is that involuntary panic that she feels whenever she leaks a little bit, soaking into her panties, even though she knows that that is exactly what is supposed to happen. Her body still has its own reactions to thinks, and it is still so ingrained in her that she is not supposed to wet herself that her body tries to resist to the very end, and she gets the impulse to get up and make a break for the bathroom, right up until the end, when there is nothing that she can do. Her hand starts to grow wet, and so, she moves it, and Diantha, sensing what is going on, pulls her closer so that she can feel it all as it happens. Serena lets out a soft sigh of relief and finally allows her body to relax completely, her bladder pushed beyond its limits. Once it has started to flow out of her, it is all coming out as quickly as possible, a strong torrent of liquid, soaking through her clothes quickly, and soon spreading out around her, soaking into the sheets that they know they will have to strip after this, and making a mess of her lover, who seems perfectly content to hold her throughout all of this. And it feels so good, better than anything Serena has ever felt in her life. She has experimented on her own before, but there is something entirely different about pissing herself in the arms of the woman she loves that standing in her shower to pee fully clothed will never be able to measure up to. The only thing that can- and will- make this better is the moment when Diantha loses control as well, so that she can indulge in the other facet of her fetish. For now, she can just enjoy the feeling of relief, and the slight, involuntary sting of humiliation over wetting herself in front of someone. But she obviously has nothing to worry about, and Diantha seems so pleased with all of this, glad to be here for it, and glad to have agreed to try this out with her. It takes quite a while for her bladder to finish emptying, or at least it feels like a long time in the moment, but then, it is all over, and she is soaking wet while her bladder still aches a bit from being strained for so long. “That was wonderful,” Diantha murmurs, and Serena shudders a bit to hear her voice. “But I’m afraid it made my situation a lot worse.” She squirms as she says that, and Serena’s heart skips a beat, wondering how long it will be before her beloved Diantha joins her in this, until she is soaked through as well. Diantha can barely handle just how turned on she is by all of this, and the only thing splitting her focus is how badly she has to pee now, the urge made that much worse by getting soaked by Serena. She knows that she can’t hold it for much longer, and that it would be easiest to just let go as is, but she decides to keep pushing, just to see what she can handle. Since they are experimenting with this anyway, she might as well go all the way and see how long she can hold it under such circumstances. But the more time spent writhing in Serena’s arms, the wet bedsheets growing cool around her, the worse things get, until she knows that she is nearly at her limit, that she can’t handle this. Whenever she springs a leak, she is quick to double down and stop it, but it is never long before another leak follows, and then another, and she starts to soak past her panties, to her clothes then, until finally, there is a gush of pee that she can’t stop, and she knows that she is completely done in. Serena lets out a delicate, adorable gasp when she realizes that Diantha is wetting her, and that alone would have made all of this worth it. Of course, it is already worth it because she has discovered how much she loves this feeling, but either way, satisfying Serena, indulging her in her kink, would have been more than enough reason to try this, and even to do it again. Now, as she relaxes and empties her bladder right here in bed, with Serena clinging tight to her, Diantha can hardly wait until the next time they get a chance to do this. Much like Serena, it takes her some time to actually empty out, and both of them were able to hold quite a bit, and for an impressive amount of time. Also like Serena, she is still sore after the fact, laying back to catch her breath, both girls left panting. This was an incredibly intense experience, and the best part about that is that they do not have to be done yet. Even though they definitely need to clean up after themselves, there is no need for them to rush things, or do that straight away. Either way, their wet clothes are definitely coming off… Serena could not be happier, glad that she finally shared her secret fetish with Diantha, and that Diantha had an open mind about the whole thing, willing to give it a try. It is even better that she ended up enjoying it on her own, and she is certain that the two of them are perfect for each other, with all of that in mind. This is just the beginning, with plenty of fun in store now that they know how much they both love it. As for Diantha, she never thought that her younger lover could teach her so much, but she is certainly glad that she did. - If you're interested in my writing updates, please join my discord server! https://discord.gg/xUrPXDH I stream here, and the chat is locked when there isn't a stream going on, so for the most part, it's only posts that are updates from me
  2. A/N: (This was originally posted to ao3 as the sleepover, but I'm 99% sure I've had a fic with that title here before, so new title time.) Look this is self-indulgent for so many reasons, but basically I just wanted to write all the girls peeing, and needed an excuse to get them in the same place. For all the girls besides Kris, I have multi-chaptered high school AUs planned where each of them enters into a relationship with an older man under sketchy circumstances, and in a half-asleep state, I kept trying to think about who was with Petrel, only to remember no one was. So I was like, fuck it. Put Kris in. I probably won't do the full fic for her or anything, but I wanted her here. Actually, this is an AU of that AU because none of the girls are friends or know each other well in that AU. It doesn't make sense. I just wanted them to all pee and talk about older men, okay? There's about 1k of them just talking about the older dudes they like, so. that's a thing. Probably useless, I don't care, this fic was a gift to myself (For reference, Moon likes Nanu, I just haven't outlined her fic and don't know how they meet yet, that's why she keeps it vague) “That line is way too long,” Hilda groans. “We would be waiting forever.” “It would be faster to just go back home,” Leaf agrees, “instead of just waiting around in that. Do you guys want to just head back?” It is her and her twin brother’s birthday today, and while her father has taken Red and his friends out, her mother took her and her friends out. Each of the twins was allowed to have the party of their choice, but when it came down to them having a sleepover, her parents decided to split the parties, with their grandparents offering their house for Red and the handful of boys he would have with him, while Leaf’s nine guests will come back to her house. After a big dinner, they all wanted to visit the bathroom before going home, but there is a bit of a line, and with ten of them needing to wait in it, it definitely seems like the better idea to wait until they get home. Lyra, Kris, May, Dawn, Hilda, Rosa, Serena, Moon, and Gloria all agree with that, and soon enough, they have loaded up, with some getting in Leaf’s mother’s van, and the others riding with Moon’s mother, who came along just because they knew they would need the extra car space to fit all of the girls. It isn’t a very long trip for any of them, but on the drive, Leaf begins to get ideas, about how she can make her birthday sleepover a little more interesting. When they get back home, she’ll have to see if the other girls are up for it before any of them go to the bathroom. Her mother is likely to go straight to bed, since she spent a lot of the dinner complaining about how exhausting the birthday planning has been for the twins, so as long as they are quiet, they will be able to get up to whatever they want to. Once they are back home, she says, “Hey, guys, let’s go to my room real quick.” “You girls try to keep it down if you stay up late, alright?” her mother says, and the girls agree, before following Leaf to her room, curious about what she is going to say, and why she thought it was so important to ask them all to come to her room right away, when they had all agreed at the restaurant to come straight home to pee. Needless to say, they are all surprised when Leaf suggests that they don’t go right away, and instead make a game out of it. “We’ll all drink the same amount at certain times, and whoever is the last one standing wins, and gets to actually go to the bathroom.” “Wait, but doesn’t that mean everyone who loses has to wet themselves?” asks Kris, with wide eyes. “Sure sounds that way to me,” Rosa says, but there is a mischievous glint in her eyes, as if she already thinks that she would be the one to win, and that she really, really wants to try this out. “Look, I’ve already totally thought this through. My mom is gonna be out once she goes to bed, the laundry room is on the other side of the house, and we can all just wait to change into our pajamas, so she’ll never find out,” Leaf explains. “Yeah, but that still doesn’t change what we would be doing ,” Kris replies. “Are you afraid you’re gonna lose?” May teases, and Kris scowls. “No, of course not! I just thought it seemed kind of…” “Kind of hopeless, since I’m going to kick all your asses,” Hilda finishes with a smirk, and with those fighting words dealt out, there is no more question of whether or not they will do this. “It’s going to be fun!” Lyra insists, seeming incredibly excited. “Alright, so the rules are, nobody is allowed to go to the bathroom, and we all have to drink at the same time,” Leaf explains, mostly repeating what she has already said. “If you fully pee yourself, you’re out, so you don’t have to drink anymore, but you have to stay in your wet clothes until the end. First one out has to do all the laundry, and the winner...hm…” “Did you not think of a prize for the winner?” asks Dawn, shaking her head. “I’ve been making it up as I go along!” Leaf protests. “How about...in addition to bragging rights, the winner gets one free favor out of each of the losers, redeemable any time?” Gloria suggests. “Like, you could copy homework, borrow any of their clothes, get them to do a chore for you, anything like.” “So, nine redeemable coupons, basically?” asks Serena. “Exactly!” she says. “How does that sound, Leaf?” “I think that’s a pretty good prize! So, I’ll go get some drinks from the kitchen, and you all be good in here! Remember, nobody leaves the room!” “Then I’m coming with you,” Lyra says. “I’ll make sure you’re not cheating!” Together, the two of them creep to the kitchen, getting the boxes of sodas that Leaf’s parents had bought for the party tonight. With ten girls, it will not be long before it’s all gone, but if their contest goes on much longer than that, then they can all get glasses of water. Returning to the room, Leaf passes out cans and says, “After we finish them, I’ll set a timer on my phone, and in thirty minutes, we have to drink again.” Already, there is quite a bit of pressure on all of their bladders. With free refills and a long dinner, they have already had a lot to drink, and already really need to pee. It will only be a matter of time before one of them loses, it is just a matter of who will be the first one to soak themselves. With the prize being a rather appealing one, nobody wants to be the one to lose. Once the sodas are done with, Moon asks, “So, what are we going to do to kill the time until the next round?” “We could just do normal sleepover stuff,” Serena replies. “You know, boy gossip or whatever?” “What, no naked pillow fights?” Hilda teases. “This is just so you can talk about that handsome professor, isn’t it?” “Says the girl who actually has a boyfriend!” she retorts, earning some laughter from some of the other girls. Of course, that laughter is immediately cut short, as they all collectively realize that it is not helpful to the situation. “I don’t even have any boys to talk about,” Moon mumbles, “so I’m not going to be able to contribute anything exciting.” “Really? Nobody? Are you sure you’re not holding out on us?” Lyra teases her, and Moon blushes, but says nothing. If she has some secret crush, none of them are going to be able to get it out of her tonight. “Leave her alone,” Dawn says. “Rather than teasing her, why don’t you tell us more about how dreamy Mr. Wataru is.” Upon hearing the name of her long-term substitute, Lyra immediately turns red and stammers, “Th-that’s not fair!” “You wanted to hear about Moon’s love life, and you’ve definitely gone on about him plenty of times before, so what’s the problem?” “What was it you said his first name was? Lance?” asks Rosa. “Stop it!” Lyra protests, but it isn’t long before a chant of Lance-and-Lyra has broken out. “That’s not funny! He’s a really nice guy and a great teacher, so...there!” “Aw, don’t tease her too much,” Leaf finally intervenes, though she had been one of the chanters just seconds before. “She’s all red.” “Then you tell us about that creepy guy from the diner,” Rosa says, quickly turning the tables on her. “What creepy guy?” she asks, feigning innocence. “Come on, you talk about him all the time! The same creepy guy you go talk to every week!” “Giovanni isn’t like that! He just likes talking to me is all,” she mumbles. “He wears a suit just to go out, and the guys who’re with him are definitely shady,” Hilda replies. “Creepy or not, he’s definitely not on the right side of the law.” “Well, neither is your boyfriend, considering he’s going out with you.” For a moment, no one has anything to say to that. Though they all seem to share the same taste for guys that are too old to them- even if Moon won’t admit to it- Hilda is the only one to have actually gotten anywhere with it. After hitting it off with an older man at a business party her parents held at her house, she has been seeing him in secret, a scandal that her friends are endlessly interested in. “Honestly, I’m surprised you came to my kiddy party, when you could have just told your mom you were coming and then snuck off to have a romantic night with Grimsley.” “You say that like I’m not planning on using Rosa as an excuse to do that tomorrow.” “Aw, what? You mean we aren’t actually hanging out?” Rosa asks, pretending to be shocked before dissolving into giggles. Suddenly, she stops laughing, pressing her thighs together and biting her lip. “Are you about to be our first loser?” asks May, staring at her intently. “No, I’m not! I stopped it before I could leak. But, seriously, let’s lay off the jokes?” she suggests, with a nervous smile. Before anyone can try and make her laugh again, she changes the subject by saying, “What about you, May? Anyone special in your life?” “Oh, I don’t know about that,” she mumbles. “I mean, my dad would kill me if I started dating, or maybe just whoever I was dating. And we’ve finally started getting close again, and that’s just been great…” “Aw, come on, nobody wants to hear you talk about your dad , we want juicy details!” Rosa interrupts, not noticing the way that May is blushing. “Alright, let me find someone else to pick on...Gloria! Bet you’re glad Marnie isn’t close with Leaf, right? Or else she would be here and one of us would end up letting it slip that you’re madly in love with her big brother!” “Nooo!” Gloria wails, covering her face with her hands. “You guys promised to never tell her about that!” “She probably wouldn’t think it was a big deal,” says Kris, but Gloria shakes her head. “She’d think it was pathetic! I mean, he’s in a band and so cool and everything, and I’m just some lame kid .” “I seriously doubt she thinks her brother is the pinnacle of cool. She would probably just think you have bad taste.” “Interesting to hear you talk about having bad taste,” Lyra speaks up, having finally recovered from the shame of being called on her daily Lance-and-Lyra fantasies. “I mean, I’ve been to the supermarket with you.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Kris asks, already defensive. “Ooh, did you actually get to see Petrel for yourself?” asks Serena. “Is he as sleazy looking as he sounds?” “Even sleazier!” she cries, while Kris tries her best to protest this. “I don’t know, Serena, your guy kinda sounds like a sleaze too.” Serena will hear nothing of the sort, quickly launching into the same story that they have all heard a million times by now. She is the oldest in the group, and taking some college level courses on a nearby campus, and that is where she met Professor Sycamore, who is the most handsome and charming man she has ever met, and who insists on talking to her like an equal and letting her call him by her first name, since they met in the library and he is not one of her actual teachers. “Someone else tell a different story!” Moon pipes up. “This one is getting old!” “Well, I got to practice early yesterday, and Brycen let me help him run his lines again,” Rosa tries. She is in community theatre, and has had a crush on a frequent leading man for a while now. Her friends have seen the plays they’re both in, and have all unanimously agreed that Brycen isn’t that cute, but Rosa adamantly disagrees. “That’s not new either. Dawn, you haven’t said anything. Are you still trying to get with that guy at the bookstore?” asks Leaf. She feels a sort of kinship with Dawn, as both of them have begun spending their afternoons at specific shops in town when they have nowhere else to go after school, and both have taken an interest in an older man in the process. But, while Giovanni started talking to Leaf first, Dawn has been trying to get Cyrus to open up to her for a while. She says there’s just something about him that makes her want to get to know him better, and she has been fairly persistent ever since. That being said, Leaf honestly just wants something to distract her from the throbbing of her bladder. Dawn sighs and says, “He talks to me a little more than he used to, but you can tell he just thinks I’m some kid.” “Maybe because you are?” teases Hilda, which gets everyone on her case about Grimsley again. As the girls lose themselves in idle conversation about boys, the time slowly ticks on, with each of them wondering who will be the first to lose, and hoping that the others soon give into their bladders, because none of them are certain that they will make it for very long. Of the ten of them, though, Gloria perhaps has it the worst. She finds herself losing focus in the conversation more and more, keeping her thighs pressed tight together, and even when someone brings up Piers again, she is barely able to keep up with the conversation, much less defend her crush from the relentless teasing. All she can think about is how she has never had to pee this badly in her life, and she does not make it any easier on herself by thinking about dinner, trying to count just how many refills she had, wondering if she may have had more to drink than the other girls. She is filled with dread when the timer on Leaf’s phone goes off, signaling that it has only been thirty minutes, and that it is time for each girl to drink another can of soda. They will be nearly out after this round, because her mother only bought two twelve packs for the party, so they will switch to glasses of water until they are down to their final four, or less. Gloria can’t imagine drinking another can of soda, but Leaf is soon handing her hers, and the girls all open them at the same time, ready to start chugging. She takes a hesitant sip, her knees knocking together as she feels her bladder twinge in protest, even though she knows it will be a while before this liquid actually manages to join the rest that she is holding. It still feels like a suicide mission to drink the rest, but the others are already taking long swigs, and if they notice that she isn’t drinking, then they are going to call her out on it, and start teasing her about it. Tipping her head back, she starts drinking as fast as she can, hoping that if she just gets it over with, that it will somehow be more bearable. Instead, she finds her free hand snapping between her legs almost immediately, moving on reflex to grab herself, reaching under the skirt of her pink dress, holding herself over top of her pale green panties. Her friends all notice this immediately, turning their attention to her. Gloria has to put her drink down, whimpering, as she feels a hot spurt of pee escape, soaking into her panties. All eyes are on her, as they wait for their first loser to be declared, and she tries to fight it off, but another leak soon escapes, and then another, and she knows that she is only delaying the inevitable, and that there is no way that she is going to win this, or even come in ninth place. Finally, the torrent begins, and once it has started there is nothing she can do to stop it. She tries pressing her hand harder against herself, but that just means that her hand gets wet as she soaks through her panties, until she drops it in defeat, the gush of pee, streaming down her legs and puddling on the floor, the sound of it unbearably loud in the otherwise silent room. Her cheeks burn as she hangs her head in shame, glad that she had at least not put any effort into trying to think of what favors she would ask of each girl if she won. It’s better that she did not get her hopes up, because she never stood a chance from the start, but it sure is humiliating to wet herself in front of her friends, even if they are going to be doing the same soon enough. It doesn’t change the fact that she was still the first to do it, that she is now the only one not dry. “Better luck next time,” Leaf says, finally breaking the silence. “Now we’re down to nine of us, so which one of you will be the next one to pee your panties?” “How do you know it’s not going to be you?” Kris replies, and Leaf scoffs. “What, you think you have immunity cos you’re the birthday girl?” asks Hilda, and Gloria is glad that at least the attention does not linger on her for too long. Ultimately, this competition is for everyone, so even though she was the first to lose, nobody is going to make fun of her for it, and they are already more focused on who will be the next to join her. “Ooh, I just don’t know about this,” Serena says, crossing her legs and bouncing up and down. “I really, really need to pee, like I seriously don’t think I can hold it much longer.” “Then just do it!” Lyra cries. “Go ahead and tag out and make it easier for the rest of us.” “Yeah, just go ahead and pee!” Dawn agrees, and Serena scowls. “No way! I’m not going to just pee myself on purpose !” she protests. Those who did not get to finish their drinks because they got distracted by Gloria’s accident finish up now, and Gloria finishes what little is left of hers as well, knowing that it will likely not be long before she is rushing to the bathroom, knowing that that can of soda still has yet to make its way through her system. At the very least, she will not be forced to hold it then, which is the one benefit of being the first one out. Things are getting a bit more intense now, and the girls aren’t sure what to talk about, more focused on seeing who will be the next one out. Serena has pretty much openly said that she is not going to win, but May has been very silent for a while, looking incredibly focused and more than a little stressed. It’s possible that she is a contender for the next loser as well. Though Leaf seems very confident in herself, it could all just be for show, and Rosa’s legs are looking a little shaky right now. It’s still anyone’s game, but there are a few that make it pretty clear that they will not be in the running for much longer, and everyone is curious to see who will be the next one out. Serena already knows that she is nearly at her limit. Though she intends to hold it for as long as possible, she has a feeling that that is not going to be that much longer either way. She tugs at the hem of her skirt nervously, keeping her legs crossed tight, her bladder aching for relief. The best she can hope for is someone else losing before she does, but other than that, she knows that she is going to lose no matter what happens at this point. But it seems that even that is out of her reach right now. She whines and squirms, aware of everyone’s eyes on her as she clenches her fists, bunching up the fabric of her skirt, and rubbing her thighs together, trying to do anything that she can to delay this, at least a little bit longer. A spurt leaks past, and she bites her lip hard, blinking back tears from the strain of holding back. Finally, feeling no other option in the matter, she jams her hands between her legs, her skirt bunched up and pressed against her, and she does not think about the fact that she should probably try to keep it out of the way to minimize the mess, like Gloria did with her dress. The only thing Serena can think about right now is how badly she has to pee, worse than she can ever remember having to pee in her entire life. When she feels another leak, she whines, “Ooh, I really don’t think I can hold it!” Her audience continues to watch her carefully, waiting for any sign that she has finally lost the battle, and her whimpers and whines grow louder and more frantic as she shakes, squirming around desperately, fighting with every ounce of her strength, right up until the moment that she can’t fight anymore. She does not pull her hands back as she starts to wet herself, still thinking that she can stop it before it becomes too much, but there is not stopping this leak, until it has turned into a full stream, and only then does she realize that she is soaking her skirt as well. Serena lets it fall as piss finally begins to stream down her legs, showing with absolute certainty that she has lost, but already, the front of her skirt has a sizable wet spot on it. Panicking, she pulls her skirt up as she begins peeing full force, to minimize further damage, even though she is going to have to wash it either way now. “Ooh, someone acts like she’s going somewhere after this!” Hilda cries, as the girls get a good eyeful of her lacy black panties. Serena blushes and looks away, declining comment, until her sore bladder has finally finished emptying itself. Then, she drops her skirt with a defeated sigh. “I guess I came in ninth place,” she says. “Are you not going to tell us anything about those panties?” asks Hilda. “Yeah, I’m pretty curious too. Are you getting along better with the professor than you’ve been telling us?” Dawn teases. Her blush deepening, Serena groans, “No, not yet , but hopefully! It’s good to be prepared, you know, in case these things do happen. So that’s kind of the only sort of panties I have now!” “Wow, she’s going in for the kill ,” Leaf says, and Serena simply huffs again. “Well, maybe you guys should start thinking about that sort of thing, if you ever want to make any progress.” “I don’t know, Grimsley seems to like everything I wear just fine,” Hilda replies. “Yeah, but your ass looks good in anything!” Rosa says. “Things might be different for you.” “I...thank you?” she says, looking bewildered by Rosa’s comment, before both girls start laughing. Of course, they both try and put a stop to their laughter right away, not wanting to knock themselves out of the competition too soon, but May, who has been so concentrated and quiet for so long, suddenly bursts out laughing, struggling to put a stop to it. And then she gasps, snapping her legs together and looking stricken, but a few giggles still sneak past as she tries to recover from her laughter, even as she pisses herself in front of her friends. “ Noooo ,” she softly whines, before looking up to glare at Rosa. “Hey, not my fault!” Rosa says, holding her hands up. “I’m innocent, it’s not my fault I’m so naturally funny!” “Watch it, or I’ll tickle you and see how you like it,” May warns, though it is clear that she is just teasing. She finishes peeing and stares down at the damage done to her shorts with a sigh. “That’s not allowed!” she cries, before turning to Leaf. “It’s not allowed, right?” “Definitely not. No outside interference!” Leaf declares. She then checks the time on her phone and groans. “Ugh, it’s almost time for the next round of drinks.” “You’re sounding pretty worried there,” Kris says. “Struggling to hold it in? Think you might start leaking any minute now?” “No way!” she snaps, but there is clear strain in her voice, and she bites her lip hard as soon as she says it. Only now does Kris notice just how tight her thighs are together, her legs trembling quite a bit under her short skirt. Leaf is definitely struggling to hold it together, but she does not want to show that, wanting to win this because it was her idea to begin with, in addition to being her birthday. But as the timer bell draws nearer and nearer, she shows obvious signs that she is going to lose it any minute now. The first time she grabs her crotch, pushing her skirt up and showing the pale blue and white panties she wears, a few of the other girls point it out immediately, teasing her for the obvious show of desperation, and she scowls. “I’m just regaining my composure, settle down!” she says. “This is nothing! You guys are just afraid to look weak, and that’s gonna cost you later.” But internally, she is getting very worried. When she holds herself, her hand covers the small wet spot on her panties, but if one of the girls were to get a good look at that, then they would know for sure just how close she is to losing it, and never let her hear the end of it, right up until she was soaking her bedroom floor. Leaf is definitely not going to let that happen easily! Though the idea of drinking an entire glass of water on her already bursting bladder seems like absolute hell right now, and the easiest way to get out of that is to soak her panties and give up, she is definitely not the quitting sort. She and her twin are both known for how stubborn they can be, making their parents’ lives incredibly difficult whenever the two of them happen to disagree on anything. She groans softly, watching the last few minutes pass by, dragging on like hours. Occasionally, she will let her hand drop, but it never long before she is holding herself again, shifting uncomfortably in place, so full that she feels as though she is about to spill over. Surely adding anything more to the mix is asking for disaster! She wonders how the other girls are keeping their cool right now, and tries to search for any signs of weakness in her remaining competition. Rosa is starting to look pretty fidgety, and Kris may talk a big game, but Leaf swears that she has seen her knees knocking together a few times. Lyra, surprisingly, seems to be doing just fine, barely showing any signs, and, as expected, Hilda is as cool as a cucumber. Moon is quiet, which had been a telling sign with May, but physically, it is hard to tell just how she’s feeling, while Dawn has begun rocking back and forth, slowly but noticeably. Leaf would put her money on Rosa being the next one out, just by how nervous she seems, but that’s only if she herself is able to stay in the running, and she’s starting to doubt that, as much as she hates to admit it. Putting her hand between her legs again, she grinds against her hand, trying to alleviate the pressure somehow, but nothing seems to work. Instead, she is a bit surprised by another feeling welling up inside of her, and she wonders why she is only just now realizing how intimate it is to touch herself like this, even if it’s over her clothes and even if it’s to make holding her piss easier. She is surprised by just how excited the idea gets her, even- no especially - knowing that all of her friends are watching her. The timer goes off, and she recruits the help of Gloria, Serena, and May to get the glasses of water with her. The four of them sneak off to the kitchen, and she finds that it is very difficult to walk slowly and sneakily while not leaking, and by the time she is halfway to the kitchen, she has leaked several more times, and has to keep a hand between her legs the whole way there. All the while, she can feel a distinct throb from her pussy, as turned on as she is agonized. And then, without warning, it happens, just as soon as she sets foot in the kitchen. She whimpers, having to swallow back her cry of distress because she doesn’t want to be too loud outside of her room, the hand between her legs quickly growing soaked as the floodgates break open, and she soaks through her pants, a puddle forming at her feet, soaking into her socks. Leaf whimpers again, clapping her free hand over mouth to muffle her gaspy moan, her body suddenly wracked with what almost feels like jolts of electricity, the throb between her legs coming to a head, reaching orgasm from wetting herself in front of a few of her friends. At the time that she came up with the idea for this contest, it had never occurred to her that she might have any peculiar sort of interest in it, but now, she wonders if there was something subconscious there. More than that, she wonders what the hell is wrong with her to be so turned on by this, and she isn’t sure if that’s something she should ever bring up to her friends. For now, she decides to keep it to herself. “Oh no,” Gloria whispers, “what are we going to do now?” “Get the water back to the room, I guess,” she mumbles. “You guys just need to take back six glasses, and I’ll clean this up.” “I’ll come back and help,” Serena says, “so don’t worry!” As the girls hurry off, Leaf sets to cleaning up her puddle as quickly as she possibly can while making as little noise as possible, still buzzing from the high. Serena returns to help her, and meanwhile, the other girls wince as they start to drink their water, waiting for Leaf to return so they can see the mess for themselves. “I personally think it’s unfair that not everyone is wearing a skirt,” Dawn says. “Wait, why?” asks Moon. “Because, with Serena and Gloria, we got to see their wet panties, and when Leaf comes back, we can make her pull her skirt up. But May’s got shorts on!” “Most of us have shorts on,” Rosa, who wears leggings under her shorts, comments. “Why do you want to see everyone’s panties so much, anyway?” adds May. “I just thought that would made it equally embarrassing,” Dawn replies, though it does not sound like much of an answer at all. “Well, we’ll have to strip down when I do the laundry,” Gloria says, remember her punishment for being the first one out. “So we can all just show off our panties then.” “Except for the winner!” Lyra cries. “Hm, maybe I shouldn’t have worn overalls, they’ll be so hard to get off when I have to rush to the bathroom at the end.” “You say that like you think you’re going to win,” Kris says. “Wait, have you had that problem with overalls before?” Gloria asks, curious. At that moment, Serena and Leaf return, and Leaf says, “What about overalls?” “Lyra was just telling us about all the times she’s wet her overalls cos she couldn’t get them off in time,” Hilda says, and Lyra scowls. “That’s not true! It only happened once! All the other times were just...close calls…” She trails off, realizing her mistake in admitting to it at all. It at least takes the heat off of Leaf, who does not face any taunting upon entering the room, because everyone has decided to tease Lyra about her admission instead, asking her how she thinks she is going to outlast all of them if she ends up coming close to wetting herself just because taking off overalls is difficult, and has even had that happen before. Of course, the most pressing question is why she continues to wear them anyway, but she is at least able to defend herself there, saying that they’re just too cute to not wear. However, once the teasing has worn off, things quickly become tense. With six girls left, and their bladders now absolutely screaming for relief, it becomes difficult to focus on anything other than holding it, with no one wanting to give in. It is still a long way to becoming the winner, but giving in after coming this far still seems ridiculous, and so, the remaining girls continue fighting with all they have. Soon enough, it is no longer possible for anyone to mock one of the others for doing things to show it more visibly, because they all have to do what they can to make holding it easier on them. Rosa shuffles from foot to foot, not holding still for even a second, squeaking from time to time as she fights it, often faking her friends out because they think each noise is a sign that she has finally lost, only to find that she is unfortunately still dry. Hilda is stiff, opting to sit on the edge of Leaf’s bed so that she can cross her legs tight. “You’d better get up before you pee!” Leaf cries. “Or else you’ll be the one washing my bedding, not forcing it onto poor Gloria.” “I’m going to get up, cos I’m gonna be the one who actually gets to use the bathroom,” Hilda replies, still the picture of confidence even as she begins to give into her desperation. Dawn rubs her thighs together, standing in place with her jerky movements, while Kris bobs up and down, no longer so shy about holding herself. Moon does the same, pressing her hand tight to her crotch, and Lyra keeps her legs crossed, bobbing back and forth and still pouting a little over getting teased so much by her friends. Now, there is nothing that they can do to pass the time, because none of them can focus on any sort of conversation. It seems like days ago that they were all finishing up their first soda and getting lost in conversation about their crushes, and now, even the girls who are already out and have nothing left to worry about can feel the tension, so strong that they dare not say a word to throw off the focus in the room. Each girl is dealing with her own struggle, fighting against the clock, waiting for the next timer to go off, while none of them are certain that they will be able to handle even another sip. All they can do is pray that the others lose quickly, so that they don’t have to, but time drags on, and each girl continues to make a good showing, no one succumbing to their need just yet. It comes close a few times though, with more than one of them springing quick leaks that they immediately put a stop to, before it can turn into anything else. And then, without warning, it happens. While Kris is holding herself so tight that she thinks nothing can slip past, something does, and it does not stop. She hisses and whimpers, trying with all her might to stop, a thin stream running down one of her legs, but she can’t hold back anymore. When she drops her hands, her friends turn to look, watching as a large spot spreads across her yellow shorts, darkening them as she is revealed to be the newest loser. “I can’t believe this…” she mumbles, shaking her head sadly. “I really thought I had this in the bag…” She lets out a defeated sigh as she finally stops peeing, her bladder still sore from being stretched so far beyond capacity. “Only half of us left now,” Moon comments, and Rosa gulps, picking up the speed of her squirming. “So close, but still so far!” she says. There are four puddles in the room, and Kris, wanting to take her mind off of her loss, says, “Shouldn’t we start cleaning up in here as we go? Even if we can’t take our wet clothes off until it’s over.” “Right, that sounds like a good idea,” Gloria agrees. “Oh, but first...can I have a quick bathroom break?” The others turn to look at her and she blushes. “What? I peed before I finished drinking that soda, and now it’s kind of hitting me.” “We’ll all be rushing to the bathroom eventually,” May says. “Honestly, kind of have to pee again myself,” Serena speaks up. The five remaining girls give envious glares as she and Gloria head off to the bathroom, and Leaf goes to get towels so that Kris and May can start cleaning their own messes. When Gloria and Serena return, they join in cleaning as well, and time continues to drag on. Rosa is much, much worse for wear, frantically moving around, her nerves written all over her face. It won’t be much longer for her, whether she has come to terms with that or not. Anyone could tell from the way she squirms and wriggles, from the distressed expression on her face, from the way she keeps whimpering. Though she is no less determined than when this began, her body does not necessarily agree with her desire to keep holding it. “Come ooon ,” she groans to herself, “you can do it! Just stay in the game! Just a little while longer!” “You’re pretty much done for,” Hilda says, shaking her head. “Yeah, you might as well give up now,” Dawn agrees. “That’s not helping!” she cries, though of course she realizes that neither of them want to help her right now. There is nothing left that she can do, other than hold herself as tight as she can and whine, praying that she can hold back for just a little bit longer, that the other girls will start to falter soon, but before that can happen, it is already all over for her. “No, no, no!” Rosa groans, the other girls watching her, not yet realizing that it is already happening. With all of her layers, it takes a bit for it to finally come through, but then, it manages to soak past her panties and her leggings, forming a dark patch on her shorts that becomes visible to all of them when she drops her hands in defeat, hanging her head and whimpering. She can feel it trailing down her legs, soaking through her dark leggings, though it does not leave a visible stain, and then it is puddling on the floor beneath her. She stands in place for a while, a small smile coming over her face as she sighs in relief, surprising the other girls. Despite being upset about losing, she does not seem to be taking it that hard anymore, and after a moment, she says, “I was pretty close, but I just couldn’t hold it anymore. But it feels so good to be empty now!” “Ugh, don’t talk about that,” Moon groans, and Rosa gives her a teasing grin. “What? Does that make it harder for you? If you’re that jealous, then just give up already!” she says, and Moon scowls. “Since we’re down to the last four, that means that we just get to drink the last couple sodas next, right?” asks Lyra, and Leaf nods. “Which is good, cos I don’t want to risk making too many more trips to the kitchen after what happened last time,” Leaf says. “Yeah but it would just be girls out of the running going, so no one else would pee on the kitchen floor like you did,” says Kris, earning her a glare from Leaf. “Still, we’re trying to be quiet. Too much back and forth might wake my mom up, remember?” “How much longer until the next timer?” asks Dawn, interrupting their conversation. “Not too much longer. Are you girls excited to drink some more?” she asks, and all four of them groan. It’s hard to imagine taking any more liquid in in their current condition, and it is already pretty obvious that this will be the last round that they can manage. Leaf does not bring up the fact that they would have to go back for water after this round because she does not consider the possibility of anyone being able to last that long, and the remaining four girls feel the same way. Time still seems to move as slowly as ever before the timer goes off and they are each handed a can of soda. Lyra stares at it for a moment before opening it, really wishing that she did not have to drink this. She has never been more full in her life, and while she is opening her drink, Rosa starts cleaning her mess, Kris slips off to go to the bathroom, and Leaf says that she will be next, after watching them finish their drinks. If she were to forfeit right now, she could join them in going to the bathroom, and could finally empty her aching bladder, which sounds like pure bliss to her. But after hanging on for this long, it would be so hollow to lose by giving up, and even if she ends up pissing herself, she is determined not to give up until her body forces her to. And it’s not like it would be the first time she experienced wet overalls, after all. Actually...she blushes, taking another gulp of her soda to try and forget that. Moon feels a spurt escape as she takes a sip, and then another after the next sip. This is definitely not looking good for her, and she can already feel how wet her panties have become. It will only take a few more leaks before it starts to show on her red shorts, and then her friends will consider her out of the running, whether she can stop it or not. They are so close to the end now, but she has no idea how to make it any easier on herself, or what to do if she leaks again. All she can do is drain her soda can, hoping that those two little leaks took the pressure off enough for her to be able to hold it until the end, though she knows that that is not likely right now. She squirms around, throwing her can away in Leaf’s overfull trash can, looking at the other three girls, who have all already finished their sodas. None of them look like they are holding up to well, not even the confident Hilda, who is no longer sitting, but rather pacing around, her hands jammed in her pockets, a deep scowl on her face. Moon knows that she just has to hang on for a little while longer to be able to be the one that emerges victorious, but that is completely outside of the realm of possibility, no matter how hard she may try, or how hard she may fight. Another leak takes her by surprise, and she grabs her crotch, nearly doubling over and gasping, fighting back against it with all her might. She knows that if she were to move her hands, there would be a small dark patch visible on her shorts, and she does not want the other girls to see that. Not only that, but she also knows that moving her hands would mean losing control, and she will not be able to let go of herself for even a second. Even if the other girls all wet themselves right here and now, making Moon the winner, she still would not be able to make it, because just moving her hands to unbutton her shorts would see her soaking them through. Honestly, she does not think she can take a single step from this spot. Whether she wins or loses, she is going to end up wet, but she already knows that she has lost, even before it officially happens. But it does not take long for it to happen. She is soaking through her shorts in no time at all, groaning from the mixture of relief and disappointment as her bursting bladder is finally set free. It has been a long time coming, and though she wishes that she had been able to hold out just a little while longer, frustrated to have come so far just to fall short in the end, she is still overall happy to just be done now, and to not have to deal with that overwhelming fullness. There is so much of it that she is in awe of her ability to even hold that much, listening to the loud hiss as it continues to splash onto the floor, until finally, it slows and stops, leaving her dripping wet. She turns around to look over her shoulder, wanting to assess all of the damage, seeing that the seat of her pants is almost completely soaked as well. “Just so you know,” Hilda says, breaking the silence, “my favor from you is gonna be making you spill the beans about your secret crush.” Her voice is so strained now that her tone is not nearly as carefree as she wants it to be, and it is obvious that she is finally nearing her limit. “That’s a good idea,” Dawn replies, not sounding much better than she does. “That’s exactly what I’m going to use my Moon favor for, since I’ll be the one winning.” It is down to the final three. Moon does not make much more of a fuss, not even dignifying their threats to make her spill the beans with a response, but instead just starts cleaning up the puddle that she left on the floor, still amazed at how big it is. The tension in the room is palpable, with it being down to the final three. Any one of these girls could be the champion, and none of them want to go down after making it so far. It has gotten to the point that holding it for even a moment longer seems completely impossible, but yet they keep fighting, somehow managing, for longer and longer, the other seven girls watching intently, looking for any sign of who will be the next one to be forced to admit defeat. Will it be Hilda, who has done her best to retain her confidence until the end? She is still putting up a strong fight, but she has shown plenty of signs of weakness, and is unable to hold still for even a second, shuffling around, pacing, squirming, and dancing, doing whatever it takes to keep her bladder in check. As confident as she may try to act, it is clear that she is not far from her limit at all. Will it be Lyra, who has admitted to having wet herself while wearing her signature overalls? Most girls would have placed her as one of the ones to lose early on, so her lasting this long seems like a bit of an upset. Though she has managed to keep up a rather carefree front so far, a look of intense determination has come over her face, as she keeps a hand between her legs, rocking against it and whimpering. Will it be Dawn, who has been holding herself for a while now, and only stopped when it was time for a drink? She definitely seems close to failing, but she is another who seemed like she would not last very long, and just placing in the top three is pretty impressive for her. Though she has managed to talk a big game so far, it does not seem likely that she will remain in the running for very long. In her mind, she battles against her body’s pleading, knowing that she will feel much better if she just lets go, but also knowing that she would sooner die than willingly admit defeat when she is mere moments away from her victory. There is absolutely no way that Lyra or Hida will be in it for that much longer, so all she has to do is outlast both of them, and victory will be hers. That is what she keeps telling herself, but willpower alone is not enough to prevent the inevitable, and though she has managed to fight much longer than she ordinarily would have been willing to, and though she has pushed her limits far past what she ever thought was possible, her ability to withstand the flood inside of her falters more and more, until her knees are knocking together, her legs shaking beneath her, and a desperate cry escaping her lips as her bladder finally gives in, not seeming to care that she is so close to winning. She drops her hands, managing to keep her skirt out of the way so that it does not get wet, her legs still getting soaked before she straightens her stance, spreading them so that she can piss straight down on the ground. It goes on for so long that she almost feels as though she will never stop peeing, but eventually, it finally stops, her aching, abused bladder finally empty. She has a feeling that it will be a long time before the soreness begins to fade. “So close,” she sighs, trying her best not to take it hard. She had really hoped to be able to last a little bit longer, but she can at least be proud of herself for taking third place, and fighting so hard to get here. Now, it is down to Hilda and Lyra, the room completely silent other than the grunts and whimpers from the two remaining contestants as they battle it to the end. Even Dawn does not dare disturb them by starting to clean her puddle, deciding to leave it until this match is settled. The self-proclaimed favorite to win and the allegedly accident prone underdog- though she had assured them it was only once, and that the other times were just close calls- are at a stalemate that will have to come to an end, one way or another. Hilda has been certain from the get go that she would be the one to take first place, because she is the only girl here with real experience in the matter. She doesn’t tell the girls much about her private life, only giving them the details she feels like they’re ready for, but her boyfriend is kinky as all hell, and steadily, she has discovered that she is too. Grimsley loves making her hold her piss for him, timing her and testing her, and sometimes joining in and making it a contest for just the two of them. Though she has never beaten him, she has come close, and she doesn’t think any of her friends, let alone Lyra, can best her at that. But now, she isn’t so sure. She knows her own limits very well, and she knows how bad it gets right before she loses control, and she is about at that point. Though her bladder has gotten stronger from all of the practice, she is still not invincible, and right now, she feels as though she could lose control at any moment. It is only a matter of time, and she watches Lyra closely, hoping to see the cracks in the girl’s armor, to prove that she still has this in the bag. Lyra certainly does not look like she is able to hold it for much longer. She holds herself and hops from foot to foot, a troubled expression on her face, her cheeks flushed from the strain of holding back. If it were any other situation, Hilda would not be able to deny how cute she looks like this, but since she is the competition, the only thing she cares about is seeing Lyra soak her overalls, and whether she does it cutely or not does not matter much at all. Meanwhile, Lyra can feel tears welling up in her eyes from the strain, and yet, at the same time, feels a heat in her stomach that she knows is very separate from the fullness of her bladder, a fluttering that she has come to associate with the dreams about her long term substitute that have plagued her since she first realized she had a thing for him. She knows what that feeling means, and yet, she can’t figure out what it has to do with holding, unless it is merely the fact that she is, in a way, touching herself. Perhaps if Hilda had been a bit more open about her sex life, she- as well as Leaf- would understand what this means, and perhaps some of the other girls may have come to terms with a new kink as well. Instead, Lyra is left confused and oddly horny, trying to put that out of her mind so that she can only focus on winning. Little does she know, Hilda, despite her frustration and determination, is incredibly turned on by all of this, unable to resist, with how conditioned she is by Grimsley to be able to get off on having a full bladder. She craves two different kinds of release right now, and tries not to let that interfere with her focus. Lyra can’t last forever, and even if she can’t last forever either, that does not matter, just as long as she is able to last even a few seconds longer. At this point, reaching the bathroom doesn’t even matter, and she doesn’t mind the feeling of soaked denim shorts one bit. She’s ready to do whatever it takes to secure her victory, and whatever comes after does not even register to her. Hilda fumbles with the button on her shorts, undoing it so that she can shove a hand under them, holding herself over her panties, trying to hold back the sudden shudder of excitement. It is incredibly tempting to give into her lust right now, but she can worry about that later, while she is getting herself cleaned up, taking some time to herself in the bathroom to work out her other frustrations and give herself the other kind of release that she needs. Nothing matters right now except victory. But victory is out of reach for her. Hilda does not want to believe it, and wants to fight it with all of her might, but it happens so suddenly that there is nothing she can do to stop it, and she is stunned, frozen stiff as she starts peeing, and isn’t able to stop. Even with her hand in her shorts, there is nothing to stop them from getting soaked through once she has soaked her plain white panties, and the other nine girls all gawk at her, hardly able to believe what they’re seeing. “What the...that’s no fair!” Hilda cries, looking down at herself in shock. She knows that there is nothing unfair about it, but even so, she protests her loss. How could she have come this far, only to lose? She was supposed to win for sure, and yet, she came in second place, which gets her no prize, and definitely no bragging rights. And yet...it feels so good to be empty, and it’s incredibly exciting, more so than she ever would have thought, to have an audience other than Grimsley witnessing her sopping wet humiliation. So, maybe she isn’t that upset about it after all. “Whee! I won!” Lyra cries, once she manages to get over her surprise at Hilda’s loss. And now, all she has to do is take the short walk to Leaf’s bathroom, and even with how bursting she is, she thinks that she can make it, if she keeps trying as hard as she has been trying so far. That’s all she has to do, but instead, Lyra stays right where she is, her friends not moving a muscle, not saying a word, watching and wondering what she is doing, as she continues to hold herself, rubbing against her hand and fighting it for as long as she can. “What are you doing?” Gloria finally asks, breaking the silence. “I already won,” Lyra replies, “so I just wanted to see how long I could- eek! Ah, there it goes…” And with that, her bladder finally gives in, her overalls soaked through in seconds, her stocking growing wet as it runs down her legs, a puddle forming beneath her, extending until it mingles with Hilda’s. She sighs in relief, not letting on that she still feels rather agitated, the itch of arousal having not faded at all. Much like Hilda, she is going to have some things to work out tonight, but the two of them aren’t the only ones. Those who were not left excited by their own desperation certainly didn’t mind watching their friends squirm, and Leaf wasn’t even left satisfied by her earlier climax. There are plenty of questions left in most of their minds, but the most pressing matter right now is finishing cleaning up the messes and cleaning themselves up, so that they can change into their pajamas, and Gloria can sneak off to do the laundry. And Dawn gets her wish of seeing the other girls’ panties as they strip. She gets to see May’s red and white striped pair, Kris’ teal panties with the purple polka dots, Rosa’s bright yellow ones, Moon’s floraly pair, Hilda’s plain pair, and Lyra’s light blue panties patterned with little red strawberries, while showing off her own pale pink pair, with a small bow on the front. Once all of their clothes are in the washer, and the girls have all cleaned up and are in their pajamas, it is difficult not to fall asleep after such an exhausting competition, as well as the aftermath, but they will all stay awake until Gloria switches the clothes and towels to the drier, with an alarm set so that they can get them out before Leaf’s mom wakes up in the morning. It has certainly been one of her more interesting birthdays, and one of the more interesting parties that any of the girls have been to. While some begin to contemplate their strange new feelings, Lyra has to think about the favors she is going to ask of them.
  3. A/N: Written as a commission Serena hopes that her battle against Valerie will go well so that she can get her sixth badge without any complications. She has come so far on her journey, and is getting so close to the goal at the end of it all, with each badge bringing her one step closer. It has been a lot of work, training to get this far, and she has had her fair share of trials along the road- trials that she knows are not at an end just yet, not by a long shot. For now, though, the only thing that matters is the battle against Valerie. First things first, she has to worry about the trainer battles, and the puzzle to get her to the gym leader. She is told from the start that she will step on floor panels that will teleport her into rooms, and she has to try and follow the right sequence so that she can make it to the main room, where Valerie waits for her. Naturally, there will be trainers in most of these rooms to challenge her, so unless she is incredibly lucky, she will end up with a few battles along the way, before she finally reaches the gym leader herself. Serena is ready to get started, but as soon as she is teleported into the first room, she feels something strange. She is not sure what it would have to do with the panel, but she knows that her bladder was empty when she came in. After all, she never goes to a gym battle without visiting a bathroom first, never wanting to end up in an uncomfortable situation with a battle that might last a long time, depending on how it goes. However, once she takes her first step into the first room she has been brought to, she feels a nagging from her lower stomach that makes her think that she has to pee. It is nothing to concern herself with just yet, but she hopes that it is not going to get any worse, because she probably has a while in here. She doesn’t think, at least at first, that the teleportation could be responsible for it, but she has no idea where else it could have come from. Either way, there is a trainer to battle against in her, dressed adorably in traditional Johto attire. From what Serena has heard, Valerie originally comes from Johto, and likes that sort of fashion. There seems to be something off about the trainer, the whole time that they battle. Serena is not able to tell what it is at first, but by the time the battle is won, she has started to piece together that the trainer seems to be really nervous about something, fidgeting around and trying to hide just how much she fidgets. If Serena didn’t know better, she would say that her opponent has to pee right now, which reminds her of her own steadily growing need. Fortunately for her, it has not actually grown that much during the battle, so she hopes she will be able to forget it before long. However, as soon as she is brought to the next room, she feels a sharp pang from her bladder, one that signals that her need has grown much more intense, in a very short time. She still does not know how the floor panels could possibly be responsible for it, but it has been instantaneous both times, as soon as she appears in the next room. There is certainly nothing else that could be causing it, especially nothing that makes more sense than that, so she does not know what else to blame it on. Of course, she is not to the gym leader yet, and has yet another battle to endure, but this one is a little bit harder to focus on now that she knows that she needs to pee, and is not able to push it out of her mind nearly as easily. The only thing that catches her attention more than her own bladder is the fact that this trainer looks like she needs to pee as well, shifting in place, never standing still for long, and looking pained any time any water moves are used. It seems a strange coincidence that both trainers that Serena has had to face so far have needed to pee- provided that was actually what was wrong with the first one, which is starting to seem more likely, now that these weird circumstances are becoming more apparent to her- but if they both have to, and she has to, after stepping on the floor panels, it makes her wonder if there is something wrong with this gym. Once again, she does not know exactly what could cause it, not able to come up with a real explanation, but when she thinks about it, she really does not know much about how the floor panels work to begin with, so it’s not like she would know either way if there were something to mess with the fullness of her bladder. Either way, she is both dreading going to the next room, and curious about what will happen, about if it will really cause her need to spike. If it does, that is not going to be good for her, but at that point, there will be no denying that that is what is causing it. And if the next trainer that she meets looks like she has to pee, then Serena is going to have to admit that there is something off about the gym that is effecting everyone there. She pauses for just a moment after her victory before she steps onto the panel and is sent out of the room, right into the next one. Immediately, her legs snap together, a powerful wave of desperation making her whimper. There is no doubt in her mind now that this is what is causing all of her troubles. It takes her a moment to regain her composure enough to be able to step forward, to be able to walk without keeping her thighs pressed tight together, in order to fight off the continuous waves of desperation, making her feel like she might lose it and soak herself at any moment. Serena has not been this desperate in a long time, and she has no idea what to do in a situation like this, when she still has to keep going, still has to keep battling, and still has to keep stepping on these panels, which will no doubt continue to increase her desperation, while she has no idea just how long she will be able to keep holding out like this. The trainer that she comes upon this time is outright holding herself, hand jammed between her legs as best as she can manage with her outfit. She blushes a deep shade of red when she realizes that she has been seen like this and tries to put on a front of normalcy, for all the good that will do her right now. The trainer has to keep her legs pressed tightly together too, it seems, and once Serena comes to stand in front of her, she feels a little better about how obvious it is that she is just barely holding it together. Both of them are bursting to pee, but neither of them can do anything other than battle right now, the trainer because it is her job, and Serena because she has come here to challenge the gym, and she does not want to forfeit when she has come so far, just because she really needs to pee. Besides which, she is pretty sure that if she were to leave to go to the bathroom and then come back, she would end up in the same position all over again, the floor panels causing her bladder to act up and leaving her a pathetic, desperate mess. She would just keep coming to this same point until she got it into her head that she needed to see it through until the end. It is better that she comes to terms with that now, rather than continue grappling with the same problem over and over again. At least this way, she will eventually be able to get it over with. She can only hope that, by the time she has gotten it over with, that she will be leaving with a dry skirt and dry panties. And a gym badge, as well, but she is determined not to let anything get in the way of her winning, not even if that involves her completely humiliating herself at the end of it all. This battle feels like it goes on forever, with both trainers openly squirming, and her opponent frequently going back to try and hold herself again, as if she has forgotten all of the shame that caused her to do so in the first place. It must be just as tortuous for her as it is for Serena, but eventually, the battle comes to an end, and she has to accept her fate at the hands of another floor panel. This time, when she appears in the next room, she doubles over immediately, a hand going beneath her skirt to hold herself, a spurt of urine leaking out and dampening her panties just a little bit. Serena has never had to pee this badly in her life, and she has to squeeze her legs together tight, rubbing them around her hand while she grinds against it, biting her lip hard as she tries to fight the powerful impulses of her bladder. If the next room she goes to after this one is not the main room of the gym, she knows for sure that she is going to wet herself, and even if it is, she still can’t be too sure that she is going to make it out of her with her dignity intact. If the last trainer seemed excessively desperate to her, it is not in comparison to the way that this one is left openly dancing around as she forces herself to keep holding it. Even seeing that Serena is here is not enough to make her calm down, too desperate to bother being embarrassed about it as she prepares for battle. Serena can’t say that she does not feel sympathy for her, considering the fact that she can’t stand still at all. Though she keeps her thighs squeezed together through the battle, she hops from foot to foot, squirming around desperately as she fights her bladder just as fiercely as she fights her opponent. Soon enough, she has to hold herself again, and this time, she is not sure if she can let go. She keeps a hand between her legs at all times, trying not to let anything distract her from the battle, trying not to let this cause her to mess up when she has already come so far. Wet or dry, she is going to make it to the end of this, so that she does not have to go through this ever again. Grinding against her hand, she groans under her breath, willing it all to stay in, fighting so that not even another drop escapes. She manages to make it to the end of the battle without letting that happen, but on the brief walk to the next floor panel, she does leak a little bit more, her hand still firmly between her legs. Serena hopes this is almost the end, that she is nearly there, and she takes only a moment to steady herself before she steps onto the panel, and is transported to the next room. At first, she is not able to tell where she has ended up, and that is because the wave of desperation that hits her this time is so powerful that it causes a huge spurt to leak out, enough to soak past her panties, a little bit dribbling down her leg, much to her humiliation. But then, once she has a chance to clear her head, she realizes that she is exactly where she needs to be, the location of her final battle. Valerie stands before her, which means that she has finally almost made it to the end, that it is finally almost over, if she can just hold it for a little while longer. But then she notices something, and that is that Valerie seems just as desperate as she is, absolutely trembling, her legs crossed and shaking, a hand pressed to the front of her ornate outfit. Serena wonders then if, every time she uses a panel and increases her own desperation, if it has increased the desperation of the others in here as well. That is the only explanation she can think of, even if she will never be quite sure how something like that could work. That makes her wonder how the other trainers are holding up, or if any of them have suffered the humiliation of wetting themselves just yet, though that thought does not make her own struggle any easier to deal with. She takes a shaky step forward, but then has to freeze up, holding herself and moaning as she fights against her urge to just let go, to soak herself and be done with it, all so that she does not have to deal with the pain from her bladder anymore. Looking up at Valerie, she sees the gym leader is not composed at all, face flushed as she squirms and writhes where she stands. “Welcome,” Valerie says, her voice showing obvious signs of strain. “As you can see, we’re having a bit of…a bit of trouble with our floor panels today. We are not quite sure what the trouble is, but…well, you can tell what it is causing…I am…I…” She stumbles through her introduction, trying so hard to keep her mind on what it is that she is supposed to be saying, but it is hard for her to maintain focus. Serena feels a stab of pity for her, understanding exactly what she is going through, since she has also been pushed to her breaking point. Neither of them seem like they are going to last much longer, let alone through an entire gym battle. Serena knows that for a fact, but since she has made it this far, and since there seems to be no way to escape this fate, she knows that she just has to keep walking forward, until she is standing directly in front of Valerie. During this time, Valerie manages to get through her introduction. Every other gym leader that Serena has faced so far has said it all quickly and concisely, but none of them have been struggling with their bladders quite like Valerie is. Really, it is impressive that she can think to say anything at all right now, considering just how hard she is trembling, completely unable to stand still. That is something that Serena can relate to all too well, and once she is in front of Valerie, she is not able to just stand there. Instead, she is left hopping from foot foot, holding herself and biting her lip, squirming and dancing while the designer finishes talking about her desire to grow closer to her Pokemon, to become as much like a Pokemon as possible. It seems like that goal is not the most important thing on her mind, her bladder demanding too much attention. The two of them are supposed to start their battle now, a battle that Serena knows that she can’t afford to lose after everything she has been through, but before that battle can even start, she loses the one that she has been fighting against her bladder. Her knees buckle and her dancing comes to a sudden end as she gasps, holding herself tighter, knowing that this leak is more than just a simple leak, but there is nothing she can do to stop it, before she is flooding her panties, urine gushing out of her, soaking through the fabric and running down her legs, soaking into her tall socks as it does. It soon begins to puddle on the floor beneath her, and she looks up at Valerie, biting her lip, humiliated and ready to apologize for the mess that she has made, only to realize that now, Valerie is suffering the same fate. The gorgeous woman has her head hung low, not even bothering to hold herself as she wets herself, her elegant clothing soaked and ruined, her bladder unable to take another moment of this. Neither of them were even able to start the battle, much less make it to the end, and both will have to battle it out completely soaked. Serena is not sure how Valerie feels about all this, but she can at least feel a little bit better that she is not the only one, and that she has not actually made a fool of herself by doing this. After all, it is not her fault that the floor panels were having strange, bladder-agonizing troubles today. “I am truly sorry for all of this,” is the first thing that Valerie says, once the two of them have stood in silence for a moment, bladders completely empty, and the pattering sound of urine puddling on the floor having faded away. Serena feels worlds better, though she is still a bit sore from holding so much. “Don’t worry about it,” she replies, panting a bit. “It’s not your fault. But…now that that’s over, can we have our battle now?” Giving her a hint of a smile, Valerie replies, “Absolutely.” Serena has won many battles since entering this gym, and this is her most important one. The only battle that she has lost so far is the one against her bladder, but she does not count that, since she is far from the only one. Now, the only thing left to do is to make sure that this battle results in another victory. Then, she can finally get out of these wet clothes. - If you're interested in my writing updates, please follow my fanfiction twitter @WattStalf
  4. Dimwitrolo

    female Serena!

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    A cheeky compilation of Serena being cheeky. And wet. As usual, nude versions are on Patreon! But who needs those when you have the wet versions?
  5. A/N: Written for pixiv fanbox, now available for the public. She should have asked where the bathroom was before they let her in the interview room. She should have, but of course she did not realize that she needed to pee until it was too late. It was only once she was sitting in the empty room that it hit her, and it may have partially due to nerves, but there was nothing she could do about it then. And that is where Serena finds herself now, irritated with herself for not thinking of this sooner. Of course, she went before she set out for her interview, so she really didn’t think she would end up in a situation like this. Now that she is here, though, she regrets not asking the receptionist who led her back here. She got here an hour before her interview was set to begin, leaving the house way too soon because she has heard many time before that showing up fifteen to thirty minute early is proper interview etiquette. After leaving incredibly early, trying to be prepared in the event that something might delay her along the way, she ends up in this situation. If she had just asked before she was left alone, it wouldn’t have been any big deal, but now, she isn’t sure if she should leave the room. At any moment, her interviewer might come in, and all her work to be early will be wasted. If he finds out that she is here early and has the time to see her sooner, she does not want to mess that up. This is the most important interview of her life, and she will not allow anything to mess it up for her. An internship at Lysandre Labs would mean a lot for her career. If she gets in now, while she is still a student, there is an almost guaranteed position waiting for her when she graduates, provided she impresses them during her internship and keeps her grades up at school. This is the chance of a lifetime, so is just going to have to ignore her bladder for the time being, and hope that her interviewer comes in early, and that the interview itself does not last long. There is also the rumor to take into account that Lysandre himself conducts some of these interviews. Serena knows that she can’t risk anything if that is the case, because he is the man that she wants to impress most of all. All she has to do is sit here and wait, and pretend that she can’t feel a fresh throb from her bladder every few minutes, bringing her need back to the forefront of her mind. It isn’t as if she can’t hold it. She has had to wait plenty of times in the past, and it has never been a big deal before. She just needs to be patient like always, rather than dwelling on it, and everything is going to be just fine. An hour is no time at all, and even if the interview itself takes another hour, she is certain that she is more than capable of holding it until then. Except time sure does seem to be dragging by a little more slowly than normal, and she finds herself checking the clock over and over again, wondering how much longer she has to wait, wishing desperately that Lysandre- or whoever it is- would show up early, impressed by how early that she is. They probably have a busy interview schedule, and they’re probably tied up with someone else right now, so she shouldn’t hope for any special treatment just because she miscalculated and ended up here a whole hour before her interview. When Serena realizes that she is squirming in place, she forces herself to go still. The last thing she wants to do is be caught wriggling around like some kind of kindergartner. Instead, she allows herself to cross her legs at the ankles, because that is subtle enough, and does help things, at least a little bit. Time is not going to move very quickly if she just sits here, doing nothing other than dwelling on the fact that she needs to pee, so she opens her portfolio to review what she is going to try and discuss today. For a little while, reading over those things is enough to take her mind off of her nagging bladder. She reviews her talking points in her head, going through how she plans to talk herself up in a way that does not seem too showy, but also lets her interviewer know just how much she wants to impress them for the sake of this internship. There are questions that she will be asked as well, and she tries to think through the ones that she is supposed to expect, and how she is going to answer those. She read online about typical job interview questions and the like, so she should be completely prepared. Of course, she knows that there will be a strong chance of curve ball questions, but she hopes that she will be able to think quickly enough to respond to those without any issue. Today is going to be a good day for her, and the fact that she seriously has to pee right now is not going to get in the way of that. When did she start squirming again? As soon as the thought of needing to pee enters her mind again, Serena is brought back to the reality of the situation, snapped out of her daydreams full of interview scenarios. She needs to keep her mind off of it permanently, but now, she realizes that if she is not at least a little bit aware of herself, then she might slip into actions like this. That would have been so embarrassing if she had done that in the middle of her interview! She really needs to get it together, because she still has thirty minutes until her interview is set to start. She tries to see if she can balance her daydreams with paying attention to her body, knowing that time will only go back to dragging along if she does not distract herself at least a little bit. And maybe her mind starts to wander away from the interview as she starts to imagine Lysandre himself interviewing her, but all of that is mostly harmless, just as long as it does not distract her too much from the matters at hand. It is no secret that her hopefully-future-boss is an incredibly handsome man, and it’s only natural that she might lose herself in fantasies where he is so taken with her during the interview that he wants to make her so much more than just an intern… This is more than enough to keep her occupied, at least for a little while. ~X~ Lysandre watches the girl on the screen, interested her for more than simply professional purposes at this point. He tries to keep that sort of thing out of business, but this Serena is incredibly beautiful, and what’s more, there are certain hints in her movements that might suggest even more reason for him to be interested in her. But for now, he is just going to watch her, waiting until it is time for him to go into the next room and greet her. A lot of his practices are considered anything from eccentric to downright bizarre, but when he can tell from a resume that he has a promising candidate, he wants to be the one to interview them himself, and he has this little test that comes first. Ordinarily, he just watches them throughout the first fifteen minutes of their interview slot before showing up and apologizing for being late, explaining that he was caught up in important work. All the while, he watches them from the next room, a surveillance camera showing him everything that they do while they wait. Impatience manifests itself in many different ways, and you can tell a lot about a candidate from how they wait for him, and the face that they put on once he does show up. But Serena is so early that he has a long time to watch how she waits for him, and because she’s just his type, he can’t help but be enraptured, glad that there is no one else around to comment on how pervy he is being right now. And it is pervy, and he knows that there is no other way to describe it. Even if not for certain other factors, the idea of watching a young, pretty girl on camera for nearly an hour just because she is so pretty is bad enough, and already having a good idea that he is going to bring her on as an intern is even worse. She has an impressive resume, but seeing her clinched it, and mostly because he is curious about if she is the type of girl who might use any means necessary to climb the ladder. But the most pervy thing about it is the real reason he has become so enraptured, a fetish of his that he has mostly kept to himself over the years, with the exception of a few lovers that he let in on it, when he knew that they were devoted enough to do it for him, even if they did not turn out to be into it themselves. He has a good eye for this sort of thing after years dedicated to his private fantasies, and he can tell from the way she squirms in her seat when she gets lost in thought, from the way she crosses her legs, and from the slight flashes of discomfort on her face that Serena has to pee. It is almost too perfect. An ideal intern with the ideal appearance is waiting for him, unable to leave the room until he has interviewed and dismissed her, and she is bursting to pee on top of all of them. Greater men than him have fallen to such temptations, he is certain, and Lysandre has no intention of going in early, or on time, or until he has seen what he wants to see. If she gets up the courage to take a bathroom break in the meantime, then no loss, he will simply wait until she returns and carry out the interview like normal, and still bring her on, only mildly disappointed that he did not get to watch her piss herself. But if she does piss herself, then it is going to be a very wonderful day for him. ~X~ “Come on, come on,” she whimpers to herself, jiggling her legs and wishing desperately that she could just stay still right now, but it is getting harder and harder for her to remain still for long. Serena can’t remember having to pee this badly in her life, and she has no idea how she ended up like this, when she made sure to pee before she left. Maybe the tea she had right before didn’t really have the chance to make it to her bladder, but it still came on so suddenly and so terribly, and not until right after she missed her opportunity to go to the bathroom. And now she finds herself in an impossible situation. Every minute that passes that her interviewer does not show up is a minute that she could have spent going to the bathroom, but once time has passed, she can’t go back, and has to keep worrying that if she left right now, she would come back to find her interviewer waiting impatiently for her. No matter what, she is completely screwed, and she is getting so desperate now that she is no longer sure if she actually can make it through her interview. But she has to, she absolutely has to. Today is much too important to ruin, and she is not some little kid. She can hold it for as long as she needs to, and once her interviewer comes in, she will compose herself perfectly, and she will be able to hold still, posed and refined, as she answers questions, impresses them, and secures herself an internship. If the interviewer is Lysandre himself, then she might go out of her way to make an even better impression, but either way, she has already decided that everything is going to be perfect for her. She is not going to mess this up, and she is going to be able to hold it. It would just be nice if they would show up on time. By now, she has been waiting for that full hour, and there is still no sign of them. She knows that a few minutes does not make much of a difference, but as she grits her teeth and tries to ignore the throbbing of her bladder, she starts to wonder why the hell it’s so important that she be fifteen to thirty minutes early, but the interviewer can waltz in whenever they want and it isn’t a problem. And heaven forbid she show up a few minutes late! While they can get away with that sort of thing, it would completely disqualify her from the position, no matter how good her excuse turned out to be. Minutes tick by, and still no sign of them, and all the while, Serena finds herself getting more bitter, and much more desperate. With her legs crossed tight, she is completely unable to stop squirming in her seat, one hand pressed into her lap, with the other hand holding her portfolio over it to offer her some coverage in case she is walked in on in such a compromising position. She hates that it has come to this, but there is not much else she can do, as she continues to fight a losing battle against her body. At this point, she really needs to just take her chances and go back out to the receptionist. Maybe if she asks where the bathroom is, the receptionist can catch the interviewer if they’re on their way in, and explain that Serena has been waiting for a long time, and just went to take a quick break while she waited. That might be enough of an excuse that she could make it through without getting into any trouble, and yet, there is a part of her that still worries that might not be enough, and that that might completely undo all of her efforts to get her early. On top of that, it just makes her nervous, going to ask a stranger for directions to the bathroom like that, and expecting that stranger to tell someone- maybe Lysandre - that the reason she is not in the interview room, despite sitting in there for an hour now, is because she had to pee and couldn’t wait anymore. It is way too embarrassing, and though she is not shy about most things, that is something that she just can’t handle right now. Today is stressful enough without adding that into the equation, but at the same time, she knows that today would be considerably less stressful if she did not have to pee so damn badly right now. “Where are you?” she asks the open air, her frustration growing. She presses her hand down, grinding it against her lap, worrying a bit too late that she might be doing something to wrinkle her perfectly pleated skirt. By now, though, that seems like a petty concern in comparison to everything else that is going on right now. This is getting to the point that she is not going to be able to hide it during her interview. No matter what she does, her interviewer is going to be able to tell that she is trembling and wriggling, tapping a foot or crossing her legs, and if she has to keep her hand between her legs, that is not going to work at all! And that is all without considering the absolute worst case scenario, where she wets herself in the middle of her interview, ruining her reputation forever. A bad interview is one thing; maybe someday, she can get another chance, with a more impressive resume to flaunt. But an interview where she pees herself in the middle of it? There is nothing that Serena can do to recover from that. She needs to just get up and go, right now. No matter what happens, she can’t let the interviewer see her that desperate, whether it is Lysandre or somebody else. If she is considered late because of this, she might be able to make a case for herself, or she might have another chance later to impress them, but if she pisses herself, it will all be over. The solution is simple, she only wishes that she had arrived at this conclusion earlier, but there is no time to waste in beating herself over it. That is when she stands up, and suddenly freezes in place. ~X~ Lysandre knows that he is being cruel, but the show that Serena is putting on for him is absolutely delicious. He has never had the opportunity to watch such candid desperation before in his life. There have been women he has passed while out that he could tell were in the middle of a frantic search for the bathroom, but he has never been depraved enough to follow along and see if they actually made it or not. Some of the videos that he has watched online have had such good actresses that it might have felt genuine, but the setup has always been far too convenient, and his suspension of disbelief fades away whenever he remembers that there would not be such high film quality if it were genuine. His former lovers have done a good job in indulging him, but it has always been at his command, rather than a genuine situation, but Serena…he shudders in his excitement. She has looked around so frantically, talking to herself and probably groaning- and oh, he wishes he had audio on the feed as well- while trying to distract herself, her need getting worse and worse with each passing moment, until she is unable to sit still. For some time now, he has watched her squirm, trying to hide her hand under the folder in her lap, but he can tell that she is holding herself. But now, she is reaching a breaking point as she waits for him, standing up, probably giving up to go to the bathroom because she knows she has no time left otherwise. It was a good show, and he is disappointed that she is cutting it short here, but he has seen more than he ever would have expected today, and that is good enough for the time being. He looks forward to watch the stiff way she exits the room, imagining her leaking in her panties as she goes. Except she does not start walking. Serena freezes up as soon as she stands, both hands suddenly darting between her legs, pressed under her skirt, and Lysandre moves like a flash. There is no more time for him to delay- this is the best possible outcome, and if he hurries, then he will have the chance to witness it in person. ~X~ The door swings open the moment that Serena starts to piss herself, because of course it does. Of course this stupid day is taking the worst possible turn that it could, and, just to add insult to injury, the person that walks through the door is Lysandre, looking every bit as handsome as she imagined he would in real life, maybe even more so. “I…” she starts to choke out, but it is no use; there is no explanation for what is happening right now that could possibly make it better. He gets a full view of the moment that her panties are finally soaked through, the front of her skirt darkening where it is crunched up against her, before streams of urine start streaking down her legs, soaking into her tall socks, until finally, the stream begins full force. Lysandre gets to watch the torrent of piss splash on the floor beneath her, quickly forming a puddle at her feet, while Serena does everything that she can to not meet his eyes, as tears well up in her own. It’s all over now. Her chances at getting this internship are completely blown, and she has humiliated herself so thoroughly that she does not think she will ever be able to recover from this. Suddenly, finding another internship does not even seem like her main hurdle, because right now, she has no idea how she is ever even going to leave her house again. “I…” she tries again, as the flood finally starts to slow, before coming to a stop, but there is nothing for her to say. She can’t think of a single word, not even the apology that she needs, and Lysandre is still watching her, waiting to see what she will do next, his face unreadable. Finally, all she can say is, “I can clean that up before I leave.” “Leaving already?” he asks, his voice sounding much to casual for what the situation calls for. “I thought we were supposed to have an interview. I can see why you might not want to sit back down in your wet clothes, but this won’t take too long, so maybe you don’t mind to stand?” “What? I…of course it won’t take too long! You’re just going to kick me out of here for making a fool of myself on the single most important day of my life!” she protests, unable to help herself. She knows that yelling at him is only going to make her situation worse, but it’s not as if there is anything she can do to make it better right now. “Who said anything about kicking you out?” he asks, his smile shifting into an easy smirk. “I’m actually a lot more interested in interviewing you now.” Her mind seems to shut off then. She is not sure how long she stares at him, his expression never faltering, before she is finally able to say, “I don’t…what do you…you are?” “I am. And I didn’t think you were the sort to give up so easily. From your resume, it seemed as if you were the type who was willing to do whatever it takes for this internship. Am I incorrect in assuming that?” he asks, stepping closer to her. Serena is beginning to feel confused now, between the way he is looking at her and her overwhelming humiliation, and, beneath all of that, the strange sense of pleasure that comes with her relief. “I am, I mean, I will…I mean, I…” She trails off, not sure what to do say, before clearing her throat. “I am willing to do anything for this interview.” “This wasn’t all just some show to impress me, was it? I’ll admit I have no idea how you would have discovered my…private interests, but it does seem awfully coincidental,” he chides her, but his tone is teasing, and he winks at the end of his sentence. “I don’t…what do you mean?” He can’t possibly be saying… “Don’t worry, I can tell this was all genuine. That’s what makes it that much more exciting for me, Serena. I think you would make such a lovely fit here at Lysandre Labs,” he says, stepping even closer to her, until he has his hands on her shoulders. She feels as though she could melt under his gaze, a heat flaring up between her legs. Could she really be turned on right now , even though she’s just pissed herself, all because Lysandre is looking at her? Or could it be… He pulls her against him then, so that she is able to feel the bulge in his pants, gasping softly as he holds her close. She wants to warn him that he is going to get wet, but he must know that by now. This must be just what he wants, but she is still hardly able to wrap her head around any of this. Though she did fantasize a bit too much about him taking an interest in her at first sight, none of those fantasies involved her pissing herself, or that being the source of Lysandre’s interest. But she feels a hand under her skirt, groping at her ass, before dropping a bit lower, rubbing between her legs. She moans without meaning too, and Lysandre chuckles, continuing to touch her, trying to get a feel for how wet her panties are. Serena does not know what, exactly, is going on, but she is starting to get an idea, and she has already promised him that she is willing to do whatever it takes for this internship. That means going along with this, no matter what direction it may take. She just has a feeling that she is going to like all of this a lot more than originally planned. ~X~ Serena makes a great addition to the team, selected straight out of her interview for an important position working directly under the boss. With a resume like hers, it is no wonder that she did so well, but there are plenty of rumors surrounding the circumstances anyway, made that much more prominent because of how close she and Lysandre always appear to be. - If you're interested in my writing updates, please follow my fanfiction twitter @WattStalf
  6. The young blonde haired woman sat in the back of the reception hall at her assigned table watching the newly wed couple share their first dance as husband and wife. Serena was happy for her childhood friend, she really was, but deep down inside she couldn’t help but feel an inkling of jealousy watching –her- dancing with him. A frightening thought popped into her head briefly. It could have been me. What would have happened had she confessed her feelings to him way back then? Would it be her now dressed in white shoving cake into his mouth? She smiled briefly seeing his youthful happy face. At least he’s happy, she thought with a heavy sigh. Serena secretly wondered as she stared at the redhead dressed in white if she was pregnant. She amused herself thinking of the most un-romantic scenarios that brought this wedding to fruition. Heaven forbid it was because he actually loved her- that would be boring. Serena hated to admit it, but Misty did look gorgeous in her wedding dress. It was Pikachu though, Ash’s best man, that stole the show looking absolutely adorable dressed in a little tux. They even had an Eevee playing the part of the ring bearer. Serena clapped along with everybody else once the couple’s first dance was over and the floor was opened up as the DJ began playing music. She scanned the crowd for anyone she might know, but it seemed she was a little out of place, so she sat alone for some time at the table until Ash was free to talk to. She’d give her obligatory congratulations, have dinner and take off. The two girls who joined her at the table soon snapped her out of her thoughts. “Is anyone sitting here? I know it’s assigned seating, but I had to get away from them for a little while.” The black haired girl said as Serena motioned for her to go ahead and sit down. “Thanks, the love birds are making me sick.” She explained pulling out the chair and taking a seat. “I’m Emily, Ash’s sister.” “Oh, hello, I’m Serena. I used to travel with Ash back in the day.” She explained. “I’m Dawn,” Another girl said sitting down on Serena’ s right. It was the color of her hair that Serena had first noticed. Something new; something blue. She watched her for a moment out of the corner of her eye as the two girls continued their previous conversation. The black haired girl kept going on and on about different plants as Dawn nodded politely every once in a while. Serena figured she’d take this moment to excuse herself from the table and go change. Clearly she wouldn’t be missing anything conversation wise. Once alone in the bathroom stall, Serena lifted up her dress and slid down the used garment. She cringed in disgust that she had actually had to use that thing during the ceremony. Her mother had insisted she come prepared just in case as weddings had a tendency to drag on. After a brief argument, she had agreed to wear it. After quickly cleaning herself and slipping on the pair of panties she had brought with her in her purse, Serena debated what she should do with the evidence. No trash can, of course, she thought looking around in her stall. She’d have to take it with her and toss it in the trashcan by the sink. Serena peeked through the crack in the door to make sure the coast was clear before exiting while holding the disgusting thing at arms length away from her. Serena froze in place as the door opened, leaving her standing in shock while holding a wet diaper as both Emily and Dawn entered. “It’s not what it looks like!” she blurted out while regretting it the moment the words left her lips. All she had done was successfully draw attention to herself. Emily looked from Serena to the sodden granny panty looking undergarment that she held away from her with disgust. Emily’s green eyes softened in understanding as she put the pieces together first. “No big deal,” she said with a shrug before entering a stall leaving Serena and Dawn standing awkwardly together. “So, uh, you saving that for someone?” Dawn asked in jest after Serena had made no attempts to move from the spot she seemed glued to in order to throw it away. Serena’s face began to glow bright red as she finally found her footing and voice as she made quick work of disposing of the evidence before washing her hands. Emily soon re-emerged. “Did something happen?” she asked her noticing Serena’s red face and puffy eyes. “You’re new to wearing diapers, aren’t you?” “I don’t wear diapers!” Serena shot back as Dawn raised an eyebrow at her. “All the time…” she mumbled at the end. “I used to have to wear them all the time.” Emily said, “ I used to be so scared of people finding out, but after a while, you don’t really care anymore. I’m guessing by your reaction it’s new to you, since you looked like you were caught murdering someone.” Know it all, Serena thought before sighing. “Got thrown off a Rhyhorn during a race.” “Ooh.” Both Emily and Dawn said with a grimace. “I’m still healing, I tore some muscles down there and haven’t been able to hold it for long periods. I thought it would be rude to keep having to leave during the ceremony…” Serena explained. “Well I hope you get better!” Dawn said cheerfully. “Now are we going to stay in this bathroom all night, or are we going to eat? I’m starving!” The others nodded in agreement and filed out of the ladies room. On the way back to the table, the group passed a bulletin board of various advertisements and announcements of upcoming attractions coming into town. It had happened so fast that if Serena hadn’t been looking in that particular direction, she would have missed what Emily tore from the board and crumpled up. “What was that about?” Serena whispered to Dawn as Emily tossed the crumpled up flyer in the trash. “No idea, “ she whispered back giggling. “I’m going to find out. Distract her!” She said while slipping away and heading back to the trashcan as if she were an secret agent on a mission searching for clues. She flashed Serena a smile before sticking her hand in the trash and retrieving the crumped ball of paper that seemed to have upset the other girl so much. Serena smiled back as she let herself get wrapped up in Dawn’s boisterous personality and search for answers. “Where’d Dawn go?” Emily asked taking a seat at their table before picking up her fork and digging into the plate of fettuccine alfredo that was being served for dinner. “So, are you a trainer or…?” Serena asked to distract her. “Well, I have a few pokemon, but I’m interning at the Pokemon Center in Cerulean City.” Emily said between bites of food. “Nice, but I have no idea where that is. I’m not from around here.” Serena said taking a sip of her wine. She caught Emily staring at it with a hint of longing in her eyes before she sighed and took a drink from her soda. “Hey, sorry, I’m back.” Dawn said sitting in between the two before winking at Serena and passing her a torn up picture of a brunette haired girl she recognized from several Silph Co. advertisements she had seen hanging up around town. So strange, she thought folding it up and slipping it into her purse. “Hello, ladies, “ A waiter said appearing with a bottle of wine. “ May I top of your glasses?” “Thank you,” both Serena and Dawn said as their glasses were refilled. Emily glanced at the empty wine glass next to her before pushing it forward in a failed attempt to get some. “May I see your trainer card, miss?” The waiter asked as Emily hung her head in defeat and mumbled something that sounded like a “never mind”. Dawn flashed a mischievous smile at Serena before taking a long and drawn out sip from her glass. “Mmm, isn’t the wine here spectacular?” “It is; it really goes great with dinner.” Serena agreed having to hold back her giggles. “You want some, Emily?” Dawn asked offering her glass to the girl whose eyes sparkled as she nodded her head and began reaching for it. Dawn pulled it away just out of arms reach and smiled. “First you have to tell us what that was all about with the poster.” Serena smiled behind her glass. Dawn was good, maybe she was a secret agent after all, she thought with a laugh. Emily frowned while thinking it over. “I just don’t like advertisements.” She answered. “Do you believe her?” Dawn asked Serena. “Not a chance,” Serena said. “Too bad, this really is good wine.” “Fine,” Emily said rolling her eyes. “It’s because of the girl on the flyer.” “Go on.” Dawn said inching the glass a little closer towards Emily. “Whatcha got against the new prez of Silph Co?” “We, umm, used to date.” Emily mumbled. Dawn and Serena exchanged a look of surprise. They had expected a response like, “She was a stuck up bitch,” or something, but a confession of a past lesbian love? Serena nodded as Dawn handed over her glass, but Emily now seemed to be lost in thought. Now this conversation was much more interesting than plants. “Now when you said date, you mean you were actually…?” Serena asked. “Dating.” “You had a girl friend?” Dawn asked a little doubtful as Emily nodded seemingly interested now in a half-eaten piece of garlic bread. “Were you two serious?” Serena asked completely intrigued. “I guess,” Emily mumbled taking a sip from the glass of wine. “Did you two…do it?” Dawn blurted out as Serena nearly choked on her fork. Way to be subtle. The girl being questioned turned a bright red before knocking back the rest of the wine like it was a shot. Well that’s a yes, Serena thought taking the empty glass away and replacing it with her full one. “This might sound like a dumb question, but…umm, how?” Dawn asked as Emily nearly spit out her drink. “With, umm, fingers…” Emily whispered with a blush as both Dawn and Serena leaned in closer to hear. Now this, Serena thought, was an interesting topic. “And one time a vibrator in the shower.” Serena shifted her weight a bit in the chair to get comfortable, she hadn’t expected this topic to get her flustered, but it was having an obvious impact yet she wanted to know more. “What other stories do you have?” Serena asked in a hushed tone trying to keep the excitement from her voice. “Well, one time we went to the store and bought some whipped cream and chocolate syrup.” Emily said getting a little more comfortable. Serena figured it was because of the one and a half glasses she drank, but if it meant keeping the story going and getting some juicy details, she’d order her an entire bottle if that were what it would take. “Yeah,” Both Serena and Dawn said pressing for more. “And some rope.” Emily admitted… “Then she, umm, tied me up to the bed…” “Yes!” Both girls said again wide-eyed. “She poured chocolate syrup on me in certain places and then licked it off.” Emily admitted blushing fiercely. “That’s pretty, umm…” Dawn started to say. “Hot.” Serena said as Dawn nodded in agreement. “I just have one more question for you; how far along is Misty?” Serena asked. “Three months…” Emily admitted before grimacing as she realized what she just said. “Knew it!” Serena said. “EMILY KETCHUM!” a shout said next to the table as an angry looking woman with hands on her hips approached. “That better not be alcohol you’re drinking!” Delia shouted. “Shit,” Emily said underneath her breath before she was dragged away by the ear towards the family table with Emily gasping in pain the whole way. “Awe, there goes our fun,” Dawn said before stretching. “Want to go walk around out front and feed the Pidgey’s?” “Yeah, sure,” Serena agreed as the pair left the reception hall and wandered around out front, remnants of dinner rolls in hand. The pair walked around for what felt like hours, talking and laughing while throwing a few bread crumbs here and there. Serena was surprised at how easily she got along with Dawn and how fast the two had cliqued. In no time at all it felt like they had been friends for years despite having only met a few hours ago. They reminisced about the good old days of traveling with Ash. Before she could stop herself, Serena was telling her all about the huge crush she used to have on him and the strange hollow feeling she felt watching him marry someone else. “It makes sense, he was your first love after all.” Dawn said after listening to Serena pour her heart out. “I’m just guessing though, I don’t know what love feels like. Some nights though, I wonder what it would be like to be held in someone’s arms while I fall asleep.” “It’s one of the best feelings.” Serena said with a sigh. “It’s been a long time though.” She said sitting on the grassy hill overlooking the pond. “Who knew the bookworm earlier was in a sexual relationship with another girl?” “Right? I was so surprised! Here I was thinking that girl had to be the most boring person on the planet. That conversation sure took a turn.” Dawn said. “Guess we shouldn’t judge people so fast.” “Yeah,” Serena said now eye-level with Dawn’s waist. A sudden violent rustling in the nearby trees turned their attention as a strong gust of wind came rushing through sending leaves and flower petals dancing through the air. A sudden gasp from Dawn caused Serena to glance over and catch sight of the girl fighting a loosing battle with her skirt as it blew up revealing her childish cartoon panties. “Don’t laugh!” Dawn said fake sulking with an obvious tinted red face. Serena wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or embarrassment, but it made the girl look cute. “Piplup panties, huh?” Serena said giggling. “How old are you?” “You’re one to talk, diaper girl.” Dawn said sticking out her tongue playfully. “I’m not wearing a diaper.” Serena said while rolling her eyes. “Oh, yeah? Prove it.” Dawn challenged with a smirk. She hadn’t expected Serena to accept as she had only been joking, but her eyes went wide as the blonde stood and lifted up the hem of her dress as Dawn got a good look of the much more mature red lacey undergarments. “No diaper,” Serena said now smirking herself at the blush that had formed across Dawn’s face. “I never turn down a challenge.” “Fancy,” Dawn said once she found her voice. “Where’d you get them?” “I made them.” “What? You made them?” Dawn asked in surprise. “I design lingerie.” Serena said. “I have a whole line out in stores. You’d look pretty good in the blue ones.” “Wow, nice. Heh, thanks, but it’s not like I have plans for anyone to see them anytime soon.” Dawn said squatting down to pick up a dandelion. “For someone who says they aren’t going to be seen, Piplup sure seems to be making an awful lot of appearances today.” Serena teased after getting another good look in between the other girls legs. Dawn stuck out her tongue again before sitting down next to her on the hill as the two watched the sunset together. She wasn’t sure why, but Serena really wanted to put her arm around Dawn; she was just so cute and childish. She found herself leaning closer towards her until their hands accidentally brushed against each other. Serena could see the blush on the other girl’s face in the fading sunlight, but she made no move to pull her hand away so Serena held it in hers. Dawn’s hand was so smooth and so-unlike a man’s. It fit perfectly within her own. Another cold wind swept across landscape as the two shivered together, but this time it was Dawn who huddled up closer. Serena tentatively wrapped an arm around her as Dawn leaned in and let herself rest against Serena’s side. Something about this just felt so right to her; she wouldn’t even mind staying like this for the rest of the night. If only she didn’t have to pee. Serena quietly cursed under her breath as she tried to shift. This had been so nice. Why now of all times? She tried to hold it as best she could, but her constant shifting and squirming alerted Dawn to a problem. “Something the matter?” she asked. “You seem uncomfortable, is this too weird for you?” she asked sitting up. “No, no! It’s not you, I was actually enjoying this.” Serena admitted as Dawn smiled. “I have to pee,” She mumbled. “Can’t you hold it?” Dawn teased leaning back into her. “No, I’m sorry.” Serena admitted before muttering. “Stupid Rhyhorn.” Dawn quickly sat up as her eyes went wide in revelation. “I totally forgot about that.” She admitted. “We walked pretty far from the hotel, can you make it back?” “Umm, I’m not sure. I’ll try.” She said sitting up and getting to her feet. “You can always just go in the trees if you don’t think you can make it.” Dawn said pointing to the rows of pine trees. “We’re not kids anymore, Dawn.” Serena said with a scowl. “If you gotta go, you gotta go.” She said with a shrug. “I’d rather just hold it.” Serena said looking around. “I’m going to head back.” Dawn nodded in agreement as the two set off towards the hotel. About fifteen minutes into the walk Serena grimaced as she felt the pressure becoming more and more unbearable as she let out a groan. “Are you gonna be ok?” Dawn asked in concern. “You can squeeze my hand if you wa- I TAKE IT BACK! LET GO LET GO!” She whimpered holding her crushed fingers. Serena crossed her legs before continuing on the trek back, but froze in place at the first signs of leakage. “No no no,” she moaned as warm droplets began snaking down her legs. She looked around in a panic, but there was no cover anywhere. She could either squat down in front of Dawn right here and now or wet herself while walking. The blue haired girl smiled sympathetically at her in understanding. She wasn’t going to make it and they both knew it. “Damn it, I’m sorry,” Serena mumbled stopping in defeat as she lifted her dress out of the way. It was already too late for her underwear so she didn’t even bother moving them out of the way. She hadn’t even been able to squat down before she lost control as warm urine streamed down her legs. At least she could save her dress she thought with a pitiful laugh. “Should have gone in the trees like you said, you must think I’m disgusting now.” She said choking back a sob. “Hey, it’s okay, it happens.” Dawn said trying to reassure her while putting a hand on her shoulder. “I’m 24-years-old and this is the third time I’ve had an accident in front of someone since the injury. I came to Kanto to get away from what happened in my home region and all I did was create more painful memories!” “Shh, shh, it’s okay, I promise. I don’t think you’re disgusting.” Dawn said rubbing the other girl’s back. “You’re a beautiful and talented designer who just needs a bit more time to heal is all. Now c’mon, take those wet panties off before you get sick.” “So not how my underwear is supposed to come off at a wedding.” Serena half-laughed and half-cried. “Heh, would you rather me take them off?” Dawn blurted out before cringing and covering her mouth as both girl’s blushed fiercely. “Not when they’re like this,” Serena said moving in quickly before she lost the nerve and kissed Dawn’s cheek. She cringed while reaching up and pulled down her soaked panties while Dawn held her face where Serena’s lips had brushed against them. “So what happened in your home region?” Dawn asked once she had recovered from the shock. “Wet myself on stage during a fashion show.” Serena mumbled holding her wet undergarments in the crook of her index finger. “I’m sorry, that must have been horrible.” Dawn said cringing at the thought. “It wasn’t my most glamorous moment.” Serena admitted with a sigh. Dawn smiled sympathetically as she took the blondes hand in hers. “Thank you for being so sweet and understanding, I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you.” “I’ve enjoyed hanging out with you as well,” Dawn said. “I feel so comfortable around you; It doesn’t feel like we just met.” She admitted locking eyes with Serena with a kind and gentle smile as she leaned back against a thin pine tree. “I feel the same,” Serena said tucking her soiled underwear into her purse before meeting Dawn’s gaze. She felt her heart beating rapidly inside her chest as she looked into the girl’s sea blue eyes that seemed to beckon her closer. Serena’s outstretched hand moved automatically, as if it was on auto-pilot, gently brushing Dawn’s long bangs out of her eyes. “You’re really pretty.” Serena said quietly as her face inched closer and closer. “So are you,” Dawn whispered back sliding her palm across Serena’s face. “Go on, I dare you.” “You know I never back down from a challenge.” Serena whispered back lightly pressing her lips against Dawn’s. “You call that a kiss?” Dawn teased when they broke apart before leaning in for more. Her arms found their way around Serena’s neck as they each found their rhythm. Dawn’s lips sent a serious of strange, but not un-pleasant, sensations coursing through Serena’s body. She wanted to feel more of her. She wanted to know every inch of her mouth and lips and wanted to feel more of her pressed against her. “Where are you staying?” Serena finally asked once the two had broken a part for air. “The pokemon center.” Dawn said resting her head on Serena’s shoulder as she let the others woman’s arms hold her against her body. “I’ve got a room at the hotel. You could stay with me.” Serena whispered. “How many beds are there?” “Just one.” Serena said softly taking her by the hand. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………… The two girls sat side by side on the hotel bed after each had had a turn in the shower. “I knew you’d look amazing in the blue ones.” Serena said admiring Dawn’s body in the lacy blue lingerie. “They go great with your hair.” “Thanks.” Dawn said with a nervous smile looking down at her body. “I’ve never worn anything like this before.” “You look great.” Serena said again sporting a matching pink set of her own. “I-I-don’t know what to do.” Dawn admitted after a moment of awkward and tense silence. “I’m not quite sure either, to be honest.” Serena said. “We can just start where we left off and see what happens.” She said taking her hand and running her fingers through Dawn’s wet hair. The other nodded and gave a nervous giggle before continuing their kiss from earlier only breaking apart occasionally to breathe and turn on some music. “Can I touch you?” Dawn asked as Serena nodded her head. Dawn gently took her palm and slowly traced down the girls shoulders until she hesitantly came to rest on top of her bra. Serena nodded her approval again before Dawn lightly cupped her breast in her hands through the lacey material. Serena resumed their kiss as she began to explore Dawn’s chest as well before reaching down and slowly feeling her stomach, hips and thighs. “Can I touch you here?” Serena asked resting a finger a top the other’s panties as Dawn hesitantly nodded. Serena very carefully and slowly traced along the various bumps that pressed against the fabric inside. After a few slow and teasing laps she began to feel moisture against her fingers. “You’re getting wet.” Serena whispered as Dawn’s face turned red. She slipped her fingers inside the waistband of her panties and began teasing her directly as Dawn’s legs twitched a little involuntarily. “Do you masturbate, Dawn?” she asked as the blue haired girl shook her head. “So you’ve never had anything inside of you?” Another no. “I don’t want to hurt you, so I have an idea.” Serena said pulling her damp fingers away and pulling Dawn’s body to the edge of the bed as she sat between her legs on the floor and pulled the blue panties down Dawn’s legs. “What are you doing?” Dawn asked as she let herself be positioned as she stared up at the ceiling. “SE-SER-SERENA!” she gasped closing her legs at the unexpected sensation. “Shh, it’s ok. Just enjoy it.” Serena said patting the girl’s thigh reassuringly and opening her legs. “I’ll make you feel good.” “But..but it’s dir- AHH!” Dawn moaned clenching the bedding in her fists as she twitched at the strange yet wonderful sensation of Serena’s tongue. “Oh god, Oh god.” “See, I told you.” Serena said between licks as she held down Dawn’s squirming legs. After a few minute’s she could feel Dawn’s lower parts beginning to twitch against her tongue while she alternated between licking and sucking as the girl’s moaning grew louder. “I..feel…strange!” Dawn moaned. “Something’s going to come out! Stop!” “It means… you’re going to… cum. It’s…okay…to…cum…” “N-no! I feel like I’m going to pee!” “It’s okay, it happens. It’s why I moved you off the bed. There’s an ice bucket under you, don’t worry.” Serena said rubbing her to keep the sensation going so she could talk. “Just relax and ride it out.” She said before going back to her previous method of stimulation. “Ahh, Serena!” Dawn moaned. “It feels so hot! Ahh! Serena! Serena! I can’t hold it much longer!” “Just…let…it…happen….before you do, say, ‘I’m coming,’” “Ahh, ahh!” Dawn panted locking her knees around Serena’s head. “C-can’t hold it! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” She yelled as Serena pulled her head back in the nic of time as liquid began trickling into the bucket below. …………………………………………………………………………………………………… “That…was…amazing.” The blue haired girl said rolling over and wrapping her arms around Serena. “Thank you.” She mumbled before letting out a long yawn. “You’re pretty good yourself, Miss-I-Have-No-Idea-What-I’m-Doing.” Serena teased kissing her forehead and pulling her in closer as the two fell asleep in each others arms…
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