Fart story one-shots 2!

Cynthia's Desperation

Summary:

After an embarrassing encounter, Cynthia has to prove to the word she can control her bladder and bowels. That becomes difficult once she learns every bathroom in the league is out of order...

"C-congratulations! You're... you're... Oh-Oh my god!" Cynthia cried out in dismay as she finally lost control of her bladder. For the grueling 30 minute championship match, she'd endured the might of the challenger and his agonizingly slow strategies. Why did he have to PP stall her Pokemon to win of all techniques? Even though her Pokemon were out of it, she was full to bursting with "PP". It was too late. She couldn't hold on any longer. Cynthia gave in to the need for relief as she stepped forward.

A quiet moan of embarrassment blurted out of Cynthia as the first jet of urine splashed against her clothing. Cynthia stood frozen as her body let go, gushing warm piss uncontrollably. Her pants were soaked in an instant. As dark as her black pants were, even they couldn't hide the massive damp stain on Cynthia's crotch and between her thighs. She shot a hand down in a desperate attempt to stop the flow. All she was rewarded with was a wet hand coated in her own urine. As it hit her what exactly she'd done, that she'd abased herself in front of someone that was about to talk to the press about his league victory, she panicked. Cynthia redirected her focus to the challenger. "Please! Please don't tell anyone about this! I'll never live it down!"

The challenger picked up on what was happening immediately. He stammered back at the sight. A respected figure wetting herself in public was... strange. The boy happily agreed not to tell anyone about the little incident with the champion. Cynthia sighed in relief, not noticing the boy's crossed fingers. As soon as the flock of TV reporters arrived to talk, his lips gushed like Cynthia's flow, telling everyone about how the luscious vixen had peed herself like a baby!

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The next month was hard for Cynthia. First there was furiously denying she had peed herself to the press. Then there was trying to save face once security footage of her pissing her pants leaked onto the internet. Then, the stupid hearing by the League System on what to be done, all rounding out with their humiliating decision on what to do with her...

"Nrrrgh" Cynthia grumbled under her breath. It was her first day operating as champion since the new champion wardrobe policy had been decided. From now on, under her tight pants, she'd be wearing a thick leak-proof diaper to prevent the league from suffering any more PR disasters. Cynthia felt betrayed. Could she really no longer be trusted with something as simple as using the bathroom? Not to mention, the diaper's size made her pants look like they were obviously hiding something with the slightest inspection. Cynthia was enraged. She was determined to prove those jackass policy members wrong. She could control herself!

She started her day at 9:00am, prancing into the hall after breakfast. Lean steak and eggs were wonderful fuel for her day, a favorite for the wealthy girl. She pulled up the list of trainers known to have escaped Victory Road, wondering how many might challenge her today. Only one! What luck! All she had to do was sit and wait for her and she'd be done for the whole day, free to indulge in other hobbies like ancient Sinnoh research.

10:30 rolled around. Cynthia had her nose buried in a book on the Sinjoh ruins. Suddenly, her stomach gurgled. Cynthia winced as she felt a surge of pressure wash over her. "Urgh..." she groaned. It was time to use the restroom. She checked on the challenger's progress. "Wow, still haven't gotten to Aaron yet?" Cynthia wondered what the girl could even be doing. Had she even gotten up yet? No matter, it worked in her favor anyway. Normally she was expected to stay at her post at all times to address fresh challengers. This one though was so far away, she could surely travel to the restroom consequence free.