An all-too-familiar sight of several people standing outside the toilet door greeted the trio as they left the screen room. A varied number of mixed responses, ranging from despair to annoyance preluded their eventual resignation to bring the number of waiting people up to eight.
"Can't say I didn't expect this." Carrie sighed.
"I'd say we should just ditch the line and head home, but I don't think that's an option," Casey interjected with a shrug.
"This isn't fair! I told you we should've gotten an aisle seat," Cleo complained with a whimper as she squeezed her legs together tighter.
"Didn't you get up halfway through the movie?" Carrie questioned. "A teacup can hold more than you."
"I think you're being generous there. A thimble's probably a more accurate estimate." Casey joined in the teasing with a chuckle.
Cleo didn't even both responding to the baiting of her sisters and instead focused on making sure she wouldn't leave a puddle for the cleaners to have to mop up. Sure, maybe an Extra-Large drink wasn't the best idea she'd ever had, but it was justified! The movie was three hours long, and that's not including the advertisements that always happened before them. Besides, it's not like the others were much better off than her, or at least she hoped so. The location itself was at fault as well! Who's bright idea was it to only have six stalls in a place where loads of people are likely going to be spending a lot of time? Maybe she should complain...
... Or maybe not. It'd be too embarrassing to.
"Stand up straight. You're embarrassing yourself, and us," Carrie quietly ordered Cleo, who was presently hunched over with both her hands squeezing at her denim shorts.
"B-but-!" The girl in question tried to protest when she noticed that the younger members of the line ahead of them weren't even as fidgety as she was. With a whine, she slowly stood up straight. Her legs remained crossed as she gently swayed her hips side to side.
For all of Carrie's insistence, even she wasn't exactly being as composed as one might expect. The quiet tapping of her feet attested to this. Out of all of them, only Casey looked to be mostly unaffected by their current predicament. Thankfully, the line reduced by two after a couple of minutes waiting. Just the mother and her daughters ahead of them and then at least one of them could go in.
"Can't I go first? Please?" Cleo pleaded.
"No. You can wait," Came the curt response from Carrie.
"But I don't think I can wait!"
"It's your own fault, so you can deal with the consequences."
Cleo attempted to express her disapproval with a glare, coupled with folding her arms across her chest, but that was cut short as she let out a quiet yelp. Removing her hands from their defensive position was pretty dumb of her. Back there they go, and there goes the belt buckle, the button and the zipper on her shorts. A little better,  but still far from good enough. It's not like she could hide how full she was at present, since her top didn't even cover her midriff. Another poor idea, in hindsight, since the exposure made it harder to maintain control.
"If you keep squirming around like that your shorts will fall down." Casey cautioned.
"If I stand still there'd be much bigger problems," Cleo countered. The minor embarrassment from having the waistband of her underwear seen was nothing compared to sporting wet shorts, and having to call for a lift home rather than taking the bus. 
The next couple of minutes felt like hours to Cleo as she frantically tried to keep her tides at bay. Squirming lost its effect, so she changed to hopping from foot to foot, leading to quiet squeaks from her trainers. Carrie still fared slightly better than her, even if her posture had become more stiff and her glances towards the toilet door became more frequent. Casey mostly managed to maintain her composure, but even the position of her legs had shifted to being a good deal closer together. Finally, the line went down some more and the three of them were next up. Although none of them voiced their opinion, it was clear from the looks on their faces that they hoped it wouldn't be a much longer wait, for various reasons.
"Please...I'm at my limit." A teary eyed Cleo begged to be moved up in line.
Carrie considered her options before giving a response. It's not like Cleo was the only one of them that had to go badly.
"Fine...but I'm not moving just yet," She eventually responded, leading to a look of relief washing over Cleo's face. She silently hoped that the pair who went in earlier would leave at the same time so technically there wouldn't even be a need to switch places.
Time felt like it was passing at a snail's pace as the triplets eagerly watched in anticipation for the door to open. So close, so very close...
Why was it taking so long? Hurry up!
Did the door just-!? No, probably not...
Wait...YES!
A single person left the toilet and Cleo's glance immediately shot towards Carrie, who reluctantly kept to her agreement earlier and gave a nod towards he expectant onlooker. She didn't need telling twice as Carrie only just managed to step out of the way before being barrelled over by a rogue Cleo-shaped missile. A flash of pink decorated by purple hearts could faintly be seen above the dark blue of her shorts as she disappeared into the toilets. In an almost taunting way, a pair of women left the toilets shorty after Cleo dashed in, leading to a much more normal (if slightly quicker) entrance from the two left waiting. Finally, it was over, and it looked like everyone got off pretty well, considering. No puddles to report... maybe.
All the waiting just made the outcome even better and, despite how Cleo had a jump start on the others, there wasn't much time between each of them finishing.
"Next time we're definitely getting an aisle seat," Carrie insisted as she washed her hands. "And you're banned from getting Extra-Large drink sizes, Cleo."
"It wouldn't have been so bad if I was allowed to go during the credits," Cleo retorted from her position over at the dryer.
"Any Superhero fan knows that there're always after credit scenes," Casey cut in as she dried her hands as well.
"Yeah, all of about five seconds or something. That's what the Blu-Rays or at-home streaming is for."
The debate about the benefits of home viewing continued even as the trio finished up in the toilets and left the cinema. Carrie remained uninvolved as her sisters voiced their respective views on the way to the bus stop. 

There once was an abomination who had no place in this world. She clutched this doll tightly, and eventually was drawn into a cold and lonely painted world.
It had been a long time since she’d last seen that doll, but Priscilla didn’t care. It didn’t even matter that she had no idea where the painting was right now – what was really important was that it was a beautiful painting, and she had a quiet, comfortable life within it. Wherever it was, she had been left undisturbed by foreign visitors, able to live in peace in a world she truly belonged in.
She made her way back to her tower at a casual pace, taking her time crossing the bridge and simply enjoying the view at the end of a nice long walk around what little there was of the world. The Crossbreed treaded lightly on bare feet over cold, dark stone, and with a sigh she passed through the archway leading to what she thought of as home – a large, circular tower with only arches for walls and decorated only with a light dusting of snow wherever no roof existed.
And that was all she really needed. Furnishings would just get in the way, and there was enough to do elsewhere that Priscilla was perfectly comfortable coming home only to rest… and get a little bit of privacy from time to time.
Naturally, her bladder had filled up over the hours she’d been out, and she had come home because she had waited long enough for the sensation of fullness to become persistent, the pressure always nagging at her to do something about it. And now she could take care of it without being bothered by the hollows and crow demons.
Priscilla approached the edge of the tower, starting to pull up on her fluffy, multi-layered dress, but she stopped and instead turned to take up her scythe when she heard an odd noise. Her bladder was forgotten for a moment as she positioned herself in the middle of the circular room, looking over at the entrance with her scythe held out defensively. A heavy fog had set in to block the archway, and though Priscilla had never seen it for herself before, she knew exactly what it meant – someone had found her. Someone was trespassing within the painting, so the mist had appeared to protect her from the invader.
Certainly far from the greatest of times for something like this to happen. Of course, the impenetrable clouds having appeared meant that she was guaranteed some privacy for a while, so she did still have the chance to take care of her more personal business; but she had no way of knowing how long it would take the intruder to get through to her. Whoever they were, they could come through the fog at any moment – leaving Priscilla confused as to why the white mist was traversable from the outside, yet the fog door did not open from this side – and she certainly didn’t want to get caught in such a vulnerable, compromising position.
So the Crossbreed waited, standing with her weapon ready for whatever should happen to cross through the barrier. And she waited. And… waited. She wasn’t sure how much time was passing, but eventually she relaxed her stance and held her scythe more casually, tapping her foot impatiently as she stood staring at the fog.
Quite the awkward predicament for her to be in – she needed to urinate, and could do so for as long as she was alone in her tower, but because she had no way of knowing when she might get some unwanted company, she had to assume that, at any given moment, the intruder was right on the other side of the mist.
But then it would be demonstrated repeatedly to her minutes later that she could have relieved herself, only for it to by then be too late for her to do so because surely now the intruder would show up within moments… and then the cycle would just keep repeating. Eventually she was fidgeting beneath her dress, growing more and more impatient until at last Priscilla decided that she had the time to spare to quickly do her business and get back to waiting.
Of course, that was the exact moment a human-shaped shadow appeared on the clouds, and shortly afterwards some sort of human did indeed step through the fog, covered in armor and a bloodstained gold-trimmed blue surcoat, and carrying a terribly-battered kiteshield and a well-used sword to match.
Priscilla tensed up and pressed her legs together, her heart racing as she took a deep breath and tried to speak calmly. “Who art thou? One of us, thou art not,” she said. “If thou hast misstepped into this world, plunge down from the plank, and hurry home.” Then she hastily added, “If thou seekest I, thine desires shall be requited not.”
She watched with surprise as the human responded by laying down its weapons and instead reaching up to pull off its helm and everything beneath it, revealing a female-looking face and a short brown ponytail. Then the human simply looked up at her, and spoke carefully. “Are… you not going to try to kill me or anything?”
“Thou must returneth whence thou came,” Priscilla responded, shaking her head and still a little on-edge even with this human having disarmed herself. “This land is peaceful, its inhabitants kind, but thou dost not belong. I beg of thee,” she continued, gesturing with her scythe to the balcony behind her, “Plunge down from the plank, and hurry home.”
The human just looked up at her with a confused expression. “Wait, what was that you said about peaceful?” Holding out her hands as an exasperated gesture, the human continued, “I died like twenty times out there. Mostly because of those wheel skeletons. How’s that peaceful and kind?”
“Thou dost not belong here,” the Crossbreed said again, her heartbeat normalizing but her voice still a little shaky from lingering nervousness and tension. “Thou intrudeth upon their home, armed as thou art, and expect that they not defend themselves?”
“Okay well, I didn’t know that doll would pull me into the painting, so, you know, I didn’t exactly have time to consider whose home I was showing up in.”
Priscilla raised an eyebrow at the human. “Doll? Thou hast retrieved my doll?”
The human shrugged. “I guess,” she said. “I found someone’s doll lying on the ground in prison and, just kinda… Well, it’s a bit of a long, uh… Eventually I ended up here after that, I suppose.”
“And what bringeth thee to this place?”
“Well, I was just, you know,” the human said with a little chuckle. “Going for a nice little walk through Anor Londo to pick up a bowl, and…” She shrugged again. “Found the painting.” Then she started to lower herself to the ground. “I’m just gonna sit down if you don’t mind…”
Priscilla’s heartbeat quickened again as she glared at the human, gesturing once more to the balcony. “No,” she said. “Thou cometh from Anor Londo. Thou art not welcome in this place. Begone.” Then she repositioned her scythe so as to be a little more threatening.
“Woah, hey.” Holding up her hands, the human spoke quickly. “I’m not from Anor Londo. I was just passing through. I’m from… Actually, I forgot where I’m from, but… Not there, at least, I know that.”
Lowering her scythe somewhat, Priscilla continued eyeing the human with a suspicious gaze. “Then what business hast thou there?”
“Well, like I said, I was on my way to pick up some bowl because a snake told me to…” After a moment to think about what she was saying, the human added, “You know, hearing that said makes it sound really crazy, but I swear-“
“Never mind,” Priscilla said suddenly, squeezing her legs together under her dress and bending slightly at the knees. “It matters not to me what thou wouldst do outside the painting. Thine place is outside, and thou must return where thou dost belong.”
“Can I at least ask you a few questions first?”
“It would be best for thee to hurry home.”
The human pulled a half-full flask from her belt and sat down. “I’ll be quick,” she said, taking a drink of whatever incandescent liquid was in that little green bottle. “I promise. Need to rest a bit anyways before I go jumping off into a bottomless pit…”
“Fine,” Priscilla conceded, rubbing her thighs together and positioning her scythe so she could discreetly press it against her crotch through her dress. “Ask thy questions. Then begone.”
“Right.” The human took another sip from her flask, then took a moment to think before inquiring, “So what exactly is this place?”
“This is the creation of Ariamis, a world made for that which does not belong outside.” The Crossbreed tried her best to ignore the heavy, burning weight in her bladder; hopefully there wouldn’t be too many questions.
“How’d you end up here, then?”
“That is not thy concern…”
The human nodded. “Sure. Fine. Could you at least tell me what you have against Anor Londo, though?”
Hesitantly, and still squirming in a manner that she hoped was subtle, Priscilla said, “It is the city of the Lord of Light, who fears all that is not as he expects. All that is dark.” Seeing the quizzical look on the human’s face, she added, “Surely thou doth understand? Art thou not undead? Even before I entered the painting he persecuted and imprisoned thy kind.”
“I’m not following,” the human said, drinking again.
“This place is a bastion for outcasts,” Priscilla said. “A refuge beyond the reaches of the Lord of Light.”
“But it’s in Anor Londo.”
Priscilla looked down at the human and blinked a few times. “So thou sayeth. Perhaps he intends to surveil it and ensure none that belong here escape.” Gesturing again to the balcony, she added, “But surely there would be nothing stopping thee from thine own exit.”
Nodding and downing what remained in her flask, the human said, “Yeah, I get it. Just one more question.”
A warm trail trickled down Priscilla’s leg as she considered her response. Just one question, and then she could pee. “This is acceptable,” she said.
“So what do you know about Gwyn imprisoning undead? I mean, I know I spent the last however-long sitting around in a cell until pretty recently, but… I’m kinda fuzzy on why.” The human adjusted her position, folding her legs as much as possible.
“Thou art born from the Dark,” Priscilla explained quickly, feeling more warmth running down her legs. “The Lord of Light fears the spread of the Dark, thus he doth try to control all that cometh from it.”
The human just looked up with a strange look, shifting in her seat. “So, wait… The snake said that…” She sat mumbling to herself and gesturing for a little while, with Priscilla rocking back and forth on her heels in the meantime, then eventually announced the conclusion she’d reached. “Then, I guess… I’ll see if I can find a way to get to the Flame without that snake… Hold onto the Lordvessel for a while, at least, I suppose… See what I can do with it…” Then she pushed herself up, standing unsteadily with her legs pressed together and knees bent. “I just, uh… Need to do one thing before I leave. I swear, estus goes out just as quickly as you can get it in…” She fiddled with the strings holding parts of her leg armor together as she hobbled over to the edge of the tower, dropping several bits of plate behind her and eventually tugging her thick pants down.
Priscilla looked away and pressed a hand between her legs, and the human got into a stance with her legs spread and hips forward, bringing both hands down to manipulate her skin. A moment later, Priscilla heard a hiss and a heavy sigh as the human relieved herself. With nothing outside the tower for her urine to land on, there were no sounds of her stream making contact with anything, but just the sound of it passing from between parted lips was enough for Priscilla to understand that the human was forcefully urinating and would continue doing so for a while.
But surely the Crossbreed could handle listening to that until the human went away? Sure, her bladder was aching and every pulse of desperation would force more of its contents out, now as little jets that were starting to get the floor wet. But she could hold on. All of the squeezing and leg-crossing in the world wasn’t enough to get her leaks to stop, but somehow she could definitely hold on.
Or… maybe not. A wave of agonizing need surged through her whole body, and Priscilla dropped her scythe and stood knock-kneed and trembling with both hands pressing her dress into her crotch as tightly as possible, whimpering as she felt one heavy spurt break free, then another, then a stream that lasted for a whole second before she took control back for only an instant. She groaned and fell to her knees, still pressing hard between her legs as one last leak started and didn’t stop, spilling out directly from her nethers and soaking into the fluff she was holding in place, before eventually seeping through and dripping from between her fingers while a yellow stain spread across the front of her dress.
“Ahh… But, why…?” Priscilla whimpered, refusing to fully give in but also partially acknowledging that there was nothing more she could do to take back control. She was wetting herself, sitting on the ground and peeing through her dress, down her legs, and onto the floor. After a little while she resigned herself to the reality of the situation, allowing herself to relax but staying positioned as she was; her dress no longer being pressed into her crotch meant her urine could now flow a little more freely down her legs, focusing on spreading the puddle beneath her instead.
Her stream continued for some time, and eventually Priscilla found the strength to move her hands so that she could wrap her tail around herself and hug it while she continued wetting herself, clinging tightly to the fluffy appendage and letting it supply at least a little comfort.
She didn’t notice anything other than her own accident until well after the hissing coming from within her dress had stopped, eventually looking away from her tail when the moisture on her legs started to cool. The first thing she saw was the human standing nearby, awkwardly trying to decide what to look at and eventually meeting Priscilla’s gaze with a sympathetic look on her face.
“Uh, so,” she said to the Crossbreed, “I don’t, uh… I mean, if I had known that, uh…” Rubbing the back of her head, she continued, “So, well, I kinda get why you were, y’know… in a rush to get me out of here, but… You’re pretty interesting. I’ll, uh… I’ll leave now, but… Would you mind, particularly, if I were to come back so we can talk some more?”
Priscilla looked over at her, blinking a few times to clear the tears from her eyes. “But this is not thy place. Thou should not return here.”
“Well, based on the little bit you said… I think this might actually be more like where I’m supposed to be. I’d, uh, like to come back and discuss it, try to figure it out.”
“If thou doth insist,” Priscilla muttered.
“Great,” the human said, picking up her gear and putting her helmet back on. “I’ll be back later, then, I guess. Just, uh… You know, you could just… Whatever, I’ll just leave.” Then she simply ran off over to the balcony, threw herself from it, and a moment later Priscilla could hear the giant raven coming by to grab her and carry her out of the painting.
Then, with a great sigh, Priscilla took a moment to look around, trying to ignore the rapidly-cooling moisture that she was sitting in and had covering her lower half. She had to admit – it felt kind of good that the first foreigner to come into the painting in however-long was someone so friendly. Next time, she would be able to get a little more comfortable, and if her bladder should become a problem again, she knew that she didn’t have to worry about making herself vulnerable around that particular human. She couldn’t totally trust her just yet, not after just one meeting, but even so, she at least found comfort in the fact that she could share the beauty of the cold and lonely painted world with someone else.

Claire breathed a sigh of relief as she set aside the last of the now-spotless dishes, finally cutting off the running water from the kitchen sink and running a towel over her hands as she hopped from foot to foot.
That had been the last of the chores she’d assigned herself, and she’d finished not a moment too soon – for hours now Claire had been carrying around a hefty pot of boiling urine in her belly, and in the course of completing all her tasks some had been squeezed out by her oppressively-tight jeans. Her boyshorts were drenched and still a little warm from her most recent leak, and there was a hand-sized patch of denim between her legs that was darker than everything around it. But she was still in control, and now that she’d finished all that she had committed to doing, there was just one little thing that she had to do before she could go to the bathroom.
As she set down the towel, still squirming, Claire took a quick glance over her shoulder at the phone she had set up on a tripod to record her plight from behind, confirming that it was still recording. She then shuffled over to her fridge, opened the freezer, and pulled out a bowl with shaking hands, carefully bringing it back and setting down on the counter where her phone could see it.
With a groan she turned to face the camera, leaning back with both hands gripping the edges of the countertop and her legs crossed and bouncing. The chain and padlock she was wearing for a belt jingled quietly as she squirmed, and she looked longingly over at the bowl on the counter. She could see the key in there, resting below a few inches of ice.
Claire looked at her phone with a nervous smile – though she hadn’t angled it to see her face from here – and spoke to it. “Gonna be here a while,” she said, following up with a little chuckle. “God, I shouldn’t have locked these pants. I swear I’m gonna piss myself before that actually melts.” Taking in a deep breath and letting it out as a huff, she continued, “Unless I can do something to speed it up…”
Biting her lip, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded-up piece of notepaper, quickly opening it and muttered quietly as she read through what she had written down that morning.
“And, uh… Oh, fuck, here we go,” she said, holding the note out towards her phone, not bothering to make sure that any of the text on it was in focus. “I can keep the bowl under hot water if…” Bouncing on her toes, she looked over at a nearby cabinet, then quickly went and retrieved the largest mug she could find, bringing it back to show it to whomever would end up watching this later. “Well, I need one of these guys. If I just… fill this up and, y’know, drink it, I can, uh… I can get things moving a little quicker.” Holding the cup in both hands, she looked down at it and added, “That’ll be a lot of water though…”
Claire took a moment to think, then turned around and set the mug down in the sink. She was leaning forward over the counter with her bobbing rear end the clear focal point of the video, tightly-crossed legs plainly visible as well while water flowed again from the tap and into the cup.
“God, you guys don’t even know how much I want that to be me right now,” she said with a groan as she stared at the faucet. Slipping one hand between her legs to rub at her wet crotch, she added, “But I bet you can empathize with how much it’s turning me on… If I could just get these pants off…”
She let out a frustrated huff as she watched the cup continue to fill, removing her hand from where she was keeping it to finally shut off the sink again when she saw the water start to spill over the edge of the mug. Then she picked it up as carefully as she could, cradling it in both hands and turning back around to face her phone.
Claire giggled as her unsteady hands caused a little bit of the water in the mug to splash to the ground. “Looks like it’s overflowing,” she said, holding the cup in front of her belly. “Just like my bladder. This should give you a good idea of what that feels like.” Giving the mug a gentle swirl and groaning softly in response to hearing the resulting splashing, she added, “Doesn’t take very much to spill some, does it? Fuck, that’s so me right now. Just the tiniest disturbance… God, if only you could see my shorts. I’ve been doing my fair share of spilling lately…” Then she took a deep breath. “Fuck it, enough stalling. Gotta drink this bitch or I’ll never get these pants off before I explode.”
She took a few more deep breaths and licked her lips, then finally brought the mug up to her mouth and started downing the contents as quickly as she could. Only a quarter of the way through she had to stop, squeezing her legs as tightly together as possible and making sure she could still breathe, then went right back to drinking. Claire worked through the whole mug with a little break every time she finished another quarter of the water, and as she poured the cup’s contents into her mouth for the fourth time, the dark spot on her jeans grew in the form of little trails running down her legs for a few seconds.
As soon as the water was gone, Claire growled, slammed the cup down on the counter, and grasped herself firmly between the legs, her body shaking from the effort of fighting off her new leaks and straining to find the energy to keep holding on after they stopped.
“Okay, good news,” she said after finally pulling her hand out and resting both on the counter, panting between words before taking a single deep breath to collect herself. “Water’s done, so I can get the key under some hot water to thaw it out faster. Bad news, though…” With a quiet groan she squeezed her thighs as tightly together as she could for a moment before relaxing just a little bit. “Bad news is I don’t think I’m gonna make it anyways.” She took a moment to breathe deeply again. “I know that’s good news for you, but… Fuck, I’m really about to piss myself here.” After sucking in air through clenched teeth, she added, “We’re… almost done here though. I’m gonna… put the key in the sink and see if I can at least unlock myself before I have any bigger of an accident than I already did.”
Sure enough, she turned back around, grumbling as she squirmed and wiggled her pee-stained bottom. Her phone clearly picked up the sight of her wet spot darkening again and growing slightly as she moaned and once again pressed hard between her legs for a moment.
Claire sighed when she brought her hand away again, having secured at least momentary control, then turned her attention back to the sink. A little bit of the ice had melted in the bowl holding the key, so there were little puddles on the surface as she set the bowl down in the sink and let a hot stream continually fall onto it.
She turned to the camera again with a little whine. “I fucking hate that sound,” she muttered, marching in place with her hands holding her chain. “Fuck… You know there’s nothing stopping me from just pissing myself right now? Mmh, yeah, I could just… Oh, God, it’d feel so fucking good to let go, but… I know you wanna see me pop. And, heh… Shit, I want you to watch me just completely fucking lose it. I could just give up and pee right now and get it over with, but… Isn’t it so much more fun this way?”
Claire groaned and bent over far enough that her head was finally in frame, her messy blonde hair only barely contained by the ponytail she had it tied up into. After a moment she glanced up at her phone, trying her best to fight through the strain and stick her tongue out with a little wink. Then she closed both eyes and bit her lip, hanging her head again and straightening up a moment later.
“Fuuuuuuck,” she moaned, turning around to watch the sink. “Could this hurry up so I can just go to the fucking bathroom already? Holy shit.” Her legs crossed tightly and she bent deeply at the knees, nearly into a squat, shaking her rear end and letting out a loud strained moan. Her phone captured an even bigger wet spot on her rear end when she stood up again, but couldn’t see the tiny puddle at her feet.
She squirmed and danced for a little while longer, before eventually letting out a low growl with every muscle in her body as tensed-up as possible.
“Fuck it,” she said, reaching into the sink to flip the bowl upside-down, spilling the water that had accumulated in it and causing the big chunk of ice that remained to fall out as well. “They’re my fucking rules and I say this shit’s melted enough.” Claire picked up the ice, then spun around and threw it forcefully at the ground, causing it to break into several pieces on impact. With a groan she bent up to take the piece that still had the key in it, then reached behind herself to smash it against the counter a couple of times until she could take the frigid key itself.
“God damn this thing is cold…” With a deep breath, she then went over to pick up the tripod to which her phone was attached and made her way out of the kitchen with it. “You’re coming with me,” she said, holding it up so she could look into the phone and directly address her audience.
She marched over to the bathroom, each step inspiring a little dribble to run down her leg, threw the door open, and hastily set her phone up to look at the toilet before positioning herself appropriately and making sure the lid was up.
“Oh, God, I can feel it coming out already,” Claire whined as she took hold of her padlock in one hand and tried to negotiate the key into it with the other. “Motherfucking key won’t fit…” Letting out little frustrated grunts and desperate whimpers, she continued trying to get her shaking hands to work the lock, with her phone all the while collecting footage of the slowly-growing wet streaks down her jeans.
Fortunately, she was able to finally unlock her pants before those trails could get too long or too wide, and she eagerly opened the lock and threw it to the ground, pulling the chain from her belt loops and tossing it aside as well. Then, bouncing on her toes, she quickly undid the button on the front of her jeans and tugged the zipper down just as fast, exposing the front of her boyshorts that had once been a much brighter red. She moaned as the pressure of her jeans against her bladder finally faded away, then looked over her shoulder and kept squirming as she tried to unfasten her pants from around her tail so she could finally pull them down.
“Come on,” she muttered as she fumbled with the accursed button. “So fucking close, just gotta… Gotta… Hhnn…” Then she tensed up for a moment, immediately afterwards letting out a sigh and untying her legs as her jeans quickly became dark all over and a little stream fell from directly between her legs. Sticking out her tongue and panting heavily with her eyes rolled back, she let herself fall back onto the toilet seat, her phone in just the right position to capture the ecstatic look of relief on her face.
“Ooooooohh,” she was able to say, “Yessssss… Mmmm…” And despite all her muscles feeling like jelly, she leaned forward and reached out to take her phone, holding it up and spreading her legs so that she could get a good shot of both her face and the streams and dribbles falling from her jeans into the toilet as she leaned back again and threw her head back with a long moan.
The only sounds were a quiet hiss as her urine flowed forcefully into and through her clothing, the loud splashing of it hitting the water in several different places, and Claire’s own heavy breathing. The first two sounds faded away after a minute, though little drops could be heard falling from her jeans for a while after, and the sound of her breathing only reduced to a more normal volume when she finally took a deep breath and ran a hand over her eyes.
“Oookaaay,” she said to her phone as she set it on the tripod again. “Let’s check out the damage, hm?”
Claire lifted herself from the toilet on shaking legs, and reached behind herself to once again try to free her tail. This time she succeeded almost right away, and dragged her jeans down to her knees to show off her thoroughly-soaked boyshorts and the obviously-wet fur all along her legs. She tugged at her underwear in a few places, then turned around and stuck her butt out to give her audience a better view of it, running a hand over one cheek with an inviting moan before slipping that hand into her underwear from the front.
She looked over her shoulder as, with her other hand, she tugged her shorts down, pausing for a moment when they had just cleared her buttocks then holding them and her jeans around her knees. Again a little moan escaped her as she wiggled her rear and rubbed at herself with the hand between her legs. Then she turned around, shifting her hips forward with her hand still covering what she was playing with – but soon she moved that hand in teasing motions, finally using its fingers to spread her lips.
“I think there’s still a little bit left,” she said, and sure enough she sighed again as a weak stream trickled out of her for a few seconds before stopping entirely. At that point she went back to pleasuring herself for a little while, then withdrew a hand obviously covered with more than just one fluid with a little moan. She let go of her pants and used that hand to take the phone, angling it to look at her face as she quietly stuck her tongue out at it and raised her stickier hand with two fingers held up in a V-shape, then stopped the recording.

“Oh, good, you’re all set for bedtime already,” Asrielle said as she opened the bathroom door to see Elaria waiting outside wearing only a leather collar and a long white shirt that was just the right size for some interesting contours to be visible on her chest.
“Uh, yeah, I was just-“
“Coming to get me so we can go to bed together, right? How sweet.” The dominant blonde reached out to ruffle Elaria’s messy brown hair. “Come on, then,” she said, stepping out of the bathroom and taking her lover’s hand. “Let’s go.”
Elaria reluctantly followed along, voicing her complaints on the way to the bedroom. “But I have to-“
Asrielle looked over her shoulder. “Whatever you need to do, it can wait until morning,” she said, trying to keep her voice sounding as uncaring as possible, and giving a bit of a tug so that Elaria wouldn’t lag so far behind.
“No, I don’t think it can…”
“Really? You’re supposed to be in bed right now,” Asrielle said, opening the bedroom door and leading Elaria through. “So what could be so important that you have to do it now?”
“Toilet,” Elaria said meekly as Asrielle let go of her hand and took a seat on the edge of the bed.
Asrielle shook her head. “If it’s that important, why didn’t you go sooner?”
Elaria looked in Asrielle’s general direction and tugged at her collar. “I tried, but you were in there for too long…”
“Well then you should’ve gone before I went in.” Asrielle shrugged and got herself settled in under the covers. “Now just come to bed, sweetie.”
“But I really have to go potty,” Elaria said, tugging on the hem of her shirt and bending a little at the knees. She looked over at Asrielle with pleading eyes, but her gaze had a spark to it that exposed what she was actually asking for.
Asrielle simply held out her hands as if to offer a hug. “Don’t be silly, kitten. It’s bedtime, not potty time, and that means the only thing you need to do right now is come to bed.”
Elaria looked over at her and continued fidgeting. “I can’t sleep if my bladder’s full though.”
“Then don’t sleep. Just snuggle.” Asrielle slid over and pulled back the covers, giving the bed a few inviting pats. “And don’t worry about your bladder, darling. It’s not full. You can wait until morning.”
“But what if I can’t?”
Asrielle shot Elaria a stern look. “You’ll wait until morning,” she ordered.
Elaria tugged some more on her shirt and shuffled her feet, then nodded hesitantly. “Okay,” she said as she climbed into bed next to Asrielle, shifting around to find a comfortable position as she had the covers pulled over her.
Asrielle ended up lying on her side with a hand draped over Elaria, so Elaria worked her way into a matching position, curling herself up a little and slipping a hand between her legs. But Asrielle quickly noticed where Elaria’s hand had gone, and grabbed her arm to pull it away from there.
“Naughty kitten,” she scolded. “It’s bedtime, not playtime.”
Elaria did her best to look over her shoulder. “But I wasn’t… I was trying to…”
Running a hand through Elaria’s hair and across her pale cheek, Asrielle guided Elaria back into her original position, then wrapped her arm around Elaria’s waist. “Shhh… Just relax.” Gently rubbing Elaria’s belly, she continued, “We’re just cuddling. Rest now, okay?”
“Mhm,” Elaria muttered, resting both hands near her head.
“Good girl.” Asrielle leaned over to kiss Elaria on the cheek, then left her head resting over the younger girl’s shoulder.
For a little while Elaria managed to stay relaxed and comfortable, especially because she could feel her girlfriend’s body pressed against her own, but as time dragged on the occasional twitch of her legs became increasingly-regular fidgeting, until she had to take Asrielle’s hand with both of her own to keep herself from doing anything she had been told not to.
Asrielle pretended not to notice her lover’s movements until she felt Elaria trying to roll over, at which point she moved to rest even more closely against Elaria’s back and stop her from moving too far that way. “Getting restless?” she asked softly.
Elaria nodded and turned her head to again try to look over her shoulder. “Yeah. Please may I go to the bathroom now?”
“Silly kitten,” Asrielle said with a light chuckle. She freed the hand Elaria had been holding onto and used it to again play with Elaria’s hair and stroke her cheek and under her chin, saying nothing more.
Meanwhile, Elaria crossed her ankles and did whatever little bits of fidgeting she could. She hadn’t relieved herself since morning, and as per her own instructions Asrielle kept finding some reason to keep her away from the bathroom whenever she tried to use it. Usually she would distract Elaria with something else, pulling her attention elsewhere while she was on her way to the bathroom; but most recently Asrielle had spent the two-and-a-half hours between dinner and bedtime taking a bath with the door locked, having gone in with the promise that she would be quick and coming out to drag Elaria off to bed. Elaria’s goal for the game had been to sneak off to the bathroom without Asrielle being able to come up with something else for her to, and since she had only ever found herself locked out or called away, she now had to deal with being brought to bed with a decidedly-full bladder.
And there certainly didn’t seem to be any way to empty it now – Asrielle was being very insistent that bedtime meant staying in bed, and with how snugly they were spooning there wasn’t any way for Elaria to break off and sneak out without just being ordered to come back to bed. So she simply laid in Asrielle’s bed, curled up and squirming with no escape and no way to relieve herself.
Eventually, Asrielle’s hand found its way back down to Elaria’s waist, though now instead of rubbing her belly Asrielle simply held her close, letting out a satisfied sigh. But Elaria whimpered in response to the pressure, feeling Asrielle very firmly pulling her in and squeezing her bladder to do so. She tried to move away, but simply got dragged back even more firmly, prompting a little trickle along her butt down towards the bed. Trying to move Asrielle’s arm led to exactly the same result, so Elaria instead simply intensified her squirming to try to stop her leaking, then lifted her head.
“Azzy,” she hissed. “Hey.”
“Huh? What’s up?” Asrielle pretended to be half-asleep, but her tone was thoroughly unconvincing.
“You’re squeezing my tummy and it made me pee a little.”
“Really?” Asrielle removed her hand from Elaria’s belly for a moment, reaching down to inspect the sheets under Elaria. “Oh, yeah, you did have a tiny little accident here, didn’t you?” She returned her hand to where it had been, then added, “That’s okay, kitten. Just a little leak, nothing to worry about. I’m sure it won’t happen again.” Then she pressed down extra hard on Elaria’s bladder.
Elaria’s response came as a squeak and another stream flowing down over her skin. “You did it again!”
Asrielle eased up on the pressure with a little giggle. “Oh, I’m sorry, baby,” she said. “But don’t worry. I’m sure you can hold the rest in until morning.”
Elaria simply gave a non-committal grunt as she continued squirming, still feeling Asrielle’s hand resting on her belly and pressing down ever-so-gently. She was able to stop her leakage easily enough, but the real struggle was with preventing more in her position. With no real way to put pressure anywhere it needed to be, she was working with muscles alone, fighting back against twelve hours of urine that she could feel straining to get out.
And every passing minute, she felt it getting closer to what it wanted, until at last she felt that first involuntary droplet sneak out nearly an hour after she’d gotten into bed. But still she kept her breathing controlled and her muscles clenched, waiting for them to wear out on their own. Sure enough, that droplet was followed a minute later by intermittent dribbling, then a weak trickle down her butt, and finally a stream too weak to spray out but still consistent enough to create a very obvious damp spot beneath her.
Only then did Elaria stop fighting, sighing and letting herself relax, feeling the stream pick up strength until she could hear it quietly pattering against the sheets. Plenty still trailed down her rear, steadily expanding the puddle she was lying most directly in.
When Asrielle’s skin started getting wet from that puddle, she reached for one of Elaria’s hands and held tightly to it before asking a question she already knew the answer to. “Kitten’s having an accident, isn’t she?”
Elaria nodded. “I told you I needed to go,” she said with a more playful tone than anything else.
“You know what this means, don’t you?”
“I’m going to be punished?” Elaria tried to hide the eagerness in her voice.
“That’s right,” Asrielle said, leaning in closer. “I thought I was pretty clear about the difference between bedtime and potty time.”
Elaria sighed as another wave of relief washed over her, her gentle stream ongoing as she responded. “You were.” After a deep breath and a moment to think, she added, “But wait… If potty time means that’s when you pee in the toilet, then shouldn’t bedtime be when you pee in bed?”
“Mm, what a silly kitty you are.” Asrielle let go of Elaria’s hand and gently tugged on her collar for a moment instead. “Maybe you’re right, but I also told you to hold it in until morning. Does it look like morning to you?”
“No, but… I needed to piddle really really bad.”
“So what?”
Elaria shrugged. “So there was too much and I couldn’t wait.”
Asrielle tugged her collar again. “No, bad kitty. You can always wait as long as I tell you to. You only let go before I say you can because you’re disobedient and out of control. We’ve gotta get you through some training and build up a little discipline, don’t you think?”
“I guess so…” Elaria then let out another sigh as her stream waned, the pattering fading away until all that was left was a few droplets trailing down her skin. “But…” She rolled herself over to face Asrielle and looked her in the eye. “I know you love your kitten just the way she is. And you know she loves you too with all her heart,” she said before going in for a deep kiss.

What a waste of talent all this was – Seika was a scout, not a courier, and yet all day long she’d done nothing but run messages back and forth between one officer and another or supplies to some scientist or any number of menial errands better suited for drakelings than a proper dragon. But, no, apparently it was absolutely imperative that Seika do all these tasks specifically.
Sunrise to sunset, nothing but orders to take this here and take that there and tell someone this, that, and the other thing. It was exhausting, and frankly demeaning – to think that an officer such as herself would be sent out to spend her whole day doing random jobs fit for lowly soldiers at best. Needing to make a delivery or two, perhaps she could understand that; something urgent that nobody else was around to take care of. But a whole day of ferrying messages and supplies? It was almost as if none of these people were taking her or her rank seriously.
Then again, she hadn’t actually earned that rank through merit, had she? No, she had been promoted specifically so that she would have the authority to send herself on scouting missions alone – that way, she wouldn’t have to inconvenience the rest of a party by making them wait for her to find a place to relieve herself. She had been promoted specifically because of her tiny bladder.
And after a whole day of constantly being sent back and forth between here and there and everywhere else she could possibly be sent to… Seika was really hoping each time she delivered some message or package that she would be dismissed afterwards. But, alas, she’d always be given something else to take somewhere else, and a trip to the nearest restroom would always be too much of a detour.
For most other dragons, that wouldn’t have been a problem. Most other dragons could carry around a full bladder all day without even thinking about it. But Seika? She would be lucky to get through a day with no more than two bathroom breaks – and so far, she’d only had one.
Unsurprisingly, she was very much uncomfortable as she carried yet another set of heavily-marked stone tablets through the streets, keeping her tail low to apply at least a little bit of pressure to her loins. If this wasn’t her last delivery, she was going to be in serious trouble.
At least it wasn’t too much farther to her current destination, so she could easily fight against her need as she made her way to the laboratory she’d been sent to. A few other dragons that looked to be scientists of some variety passed by while she walked, none of them paying her very much attention; and that meant that she could get just a little bit more obvious with her squirming, keeping her hindlegs close together and stopping just before the appropriate building to cross them and press her tail more firmly against her backside.
Then she went inside, awkwardly stepping around someone trying to leave at the same time, and approached a desk upon which a dragoness was resting her head near a stack of tablets.
“Hello?” Seika spoke cautiously, unsure whether this dragon was asleep or not – and whether she was supposed to be asleep.
Sure, she did have her eyes closed, but they opened in response to Seika’s voice and she lifted her head off the desk for a moment. “What do you need?”
Seika tipped her head to indicate the pack of tablets against her side. “I have the notes that Lord Narakei  ordered.”
The receptionist dragon nodded gently and lifted her tail, pointing to a set of animal-skin curtains. “Through there,” she said, setting her head down and shutting her eyes again.
Without a word, Seika shook her head – sure, that had been a fairly efficient exchange, but wholly unprofessional on the receptionist’s part – and set off in that direction, pushing past the curtains and making her way down a short hallway before coming to a room full of dragons working on assembling and disassembling whatever the current experiments were.
Doing her best to ignore the smell of grease and various sorts of burned things, Seika approached the one dragon who seemed to be watching over all the rest. “Lord-Mechanist,” she said, attracting the overseer’s attention. “Your notes, sir.”
“Oh, brilliant,” Narakei said, closing the distance between himself and Seika to take the etched stone from the pouch she was wearing. “Excellent.” He took another moment to look her over, looking especially for the insignia burned into that bag. “You’re dismissed, lieutenant.”
“Thank you, sir,” she said, bowing her head for a moment before lifting and tilting it. “Uh, say, could you perhaps direct me to the nearest restroom?”
Narakei looked at her with a mildly-confused expression. “Nearest… Oh, well…” He took a moment to think, then said, “I believe if you just head left when you get outside, there should be something just a little way down the road.”
Seika nodded. “Thank you.” She held her head up in a bit of a salute for a moment before turning around and making her way back outside. She briefly glanced over at the receptionist as she left – just as bored as ever, it seemed – then turned her head to look down the street to her left with a paw held up, ready to take the first step. She couldn’t see much of anything, but set off that way anyways, keeping an eye on all the structures she passed by.
It took a few minutes of walking, but sure enough she did find the symbol she was looking for, carved into the wall of a particularly-large building. With a quiet sigh she made her way inside… only to discover, of all things, a line waiting to get to the toilets proper.
She blew smoke from her nose with a disgruntled huff as she reluctantly made her way to the back of the queue, trying to make her posture seem casual, despite her crossed hindlegs and the tail pressed against her rear end – after all, nobody else in line was showing any particular need, and Seika wasn’t exactly eager to feel the humiliation of others knowing that she was bursting while other dragons her age and younger were having no problems at all as they waited for their chance to go.
And that was after going out of her way to train her bladder with extended scouting missions and delayed breaks. Even with so much practice, she was still weak enough that she had to strain her muscles to keep her scales dry, and could feel her urine eagerly awaiting release while she waited for her turn to let go somewhere proper.
As if things weren’t bad enough for Seika already, everyone else around her had such big bladders that the line was barely moving at all; the toilet was even just a ditch with some water running through it, that several dragons could use at once, and still it took ages just for one to leave and open up a spot for the next. So not only did she have to wait in line and try not to squirm as she so badly wanted to, but she also had to stand around in the same spot for minutes at a time, only rarely getting any closer to relief but always hearing the splashing of others getting what she needed.
She shifted her rear side-to-side for a little while, but it wasn’t enough to keep her from squeezing her hindlegs as tightly together as she could while she felt warmth seeping into the underside of her tail. Seika kept wiggling her hips to try to keep things under control and suppress her urges, but the weight of her bladder only grew while she stood there doing nothing about it.
So with a low growl she turned and left the building, taking careful steps and doing her best to keep her tail down as she wandered off down the street to find another solution. She looked around at everything in the area, trying to find anything at all that would suit her needs, and as she passed by one building her eyes lit up as she saw exactly what she was looking for.
The gap between the structure she’d just passed and the one ahead of her was easily wide enough for even a large dragon to move about comfortably, and though the alleyway was shallower than she would have liked, it still went on far enough for her to not be immediately visible from the street, even if someone could still look over and see her.
Seika turned and went down the alley as casually as possible, trying to disguise her hobbling as a limp until she reached the far wall. A quick glance over her shoulder revealed that she was not being followed, so she spun around, unknotted her hindlegs, and lifted her tail out of the way.
But, though she was ready to relieve herself, she forced herself to wait just a moment longer as she lowered herself to sit down, rubbing her rump against the ground as she settled into the typical seated position, as if she had just gotten herself off the street to rest for a moment.
Only once she was sure she looked inconspicuous did she slightly lift her behind, just enough to avoid sitting in her own puddle, and finally release. Seika let out a sigh as her urine fell from beneath her tail and splashed against the ground in a heavy stream, but soon afterwards she let out a groan and tensed her muscles again – the hissing and splattering had alerted her to just how obvious it would be to passersby that she was urinating somewhere inappropriate, and she pulled together just enough control to relieve herself less forcefully. With some effort she was able to keep her stream thick but gentle, hitting the wet stone beneath her with a quiet pattering; and though she allowed herself to let out another relieved sigh, she worked to keep herself from getting lost in the feeling of emptying her bladder, instead making sure her muscles stayed a little tensed up, relaxed only enough to allow a strictly-controlled flow of liquid from her body.
She also had to keep her attention on those passing by in the street, as some would glance down the alley, and she would need to give a little respectful nod to acknowledge that she knew they could see her. That seemed to be doing well enough at ensuring nobody would investigate what she was doing in the alley, with most either ignoring her entirely or simply nodding in return before moving on – certainly convenient, since with the rate she was emptying her bladder, and with it being even on the low end of dragon-sized, she knew she would be in that alley for a few minutes while she waited for herself to finish. A few minutes was plenty of time for lots of people to pass by, hopefully none of whom would try to strike up a conversation with her, or otherwise care what she was doing, so she had to make sure that she seemed casual enough that nobody would think anything was unusual.
But as time dragged on, Seika’s puddle kept expanding, and eventually grew large enough to be visible from between her front feet, so she had to wiggle around to try and make it less visible. The solution she came up with was to simply sit down and wrap her tail around her feet, concealing any puddle and totally suppressing any sounds she was making, at the cost of soaking her own scales.
At least she wasn’t embarrassing herself by making a scene of it, though. There was still the problem of others seeing how wet her rear end would be once she stood up, but that was a problem to be solved in a few minutes, once she’d finished. She would certainly need to splash around in a river or pond before going back to see if her commanders had any more orders, at least. For now, though, she was perfectly content to make her own little pond, and now that she was sitting down she relaxed completely so the rest of her urine would leave her faster, gushing out from her nethers and splashing vigorously into the puddle beneath her.
Maybe some day her bladder would be strong enough to avoid situations like this entirely…