Lana's Quirk

Chapter 1: James

Their meeting had come by chance. Lana had found him in a soggy heap crying in the girls bathroom. She was initially surprised and disconcerted to see him there, but he explained how his quirk worked, and that he had been training and the boys room was across the building, with how much he had to drink there was no way he would have made it there in time. He hadn't even made it here after all. 

Lana looked down at him and knelt beside him. In that moment she saw his face for the first time fully. He had the lightest brown skin, curly hair, and dark green eyes now puffy from crying. She looked him over, he would definitely need a change of clothes, but where to find one? She had a towel in her locker that would probably be enough to get him out of the bathroom and to the office so his mom could pick him up. “Just wait here, I’ll be right back,” she said, “wait don’t you have class or something?” he asked. “Don’t worry about it,” Lana replied and skipped off to get her towel. Noticing the little puddles and drips in front of the door where James had begun to lose control, warm pee dripping down his legs. She could almost see it happening in front of her; his hand jammed between his legs, ineffective because of the bulk of the diaper as he wobbled closer to the bathroom. He was so powerless against his own body, his own urges. She shook the strange thought from her head, it was mean to think of the boy at his lowest like that. Still, she couldn’t quite forget it.

When she returned, the boy had calmed down and his eyes had dried, but not his pants. She walked over holding the towel out to him. “No it’s fine,” he said, “I’ll just wait until I dry off. That’s what I always do; you should get to class.” Lana looked at him quizzically and another wave of sympathy passed over her. How many classes had the boy missed because of his embarrassing little problem? “Here let me help you out of those soaked jeans,” Lana said, reaching over and unbuttoning his pants. The boy protested but eventually just sighed and slumped back down. She pulled down his pants and then caught a glimpse of what he was wearing underneath, it used to be white, with animals printed in bright pastels on the front. She looked away and focussed on taking off his shoes to get his pants over the ankles. Even his socks were wet. Then she yanked on the jeans, they finally came free with a little spray of droplets. Now she looked up again and saw the diaper fully for the first time. It was strange and interesting in a way she couldn’t describe to see a diaper on someone who wasn’t a baby. The diaper was totally soaked, bulging several inches away from his body with faint yellow stain marks on it.  It was totally soggy, not just on the inside but the whole outer surface had been wet through from his earlier loss of control. It sagged too, filling the space between his legs, and the bottom was mushed against the ground where he sat, slowly seeping pee onto the floor as his weight squeezed the excess out of the poor diaper. “This isn’t the first time you peed yourself today is it?” Lana asked finally turning her eyes up to the boys face. “No,” he said sheepishly. “Don’t you have a change of clothes here?” she asked. “This is my change of clothes, and this is also my second diaper. That’s why it couldn’t hold me anymore, I didn’t have a third one to change into after I peed this one” he said his face reddening and his gaze sinking to the floor. Oh no, how much had this poor boy been drinking, Lana thought. He had peed himself no fewer than three times today, maybe more, and it was only 2pm. She  leaned in, and reached toward his hips to take off the diaper and dry him off. Then she stopped dead. Now it was her turn to turn scarlett. She shouldn’t see what was under there, that was perverse, and what if someone walked in on a naked boy and a girl in the girls bathroom? No, she thought and jerked her hands away. She turned away and handed him the towel, “put this on,” she said, her face getting hotter and hotter as her mind spiraled through thoughts she didn’t want to be having, “why are you peeing that much anyway, training is only for like 40 minutes in the morning?” He paused, “they have me on a special high fluid program. The feel like because this is basically my only weakness, I need to constantly drill my ability to hold my bladder for as long as possible to increase my capacity. But, that means I’m not allowed to pee until the very moment I’m about to lose control or I won’t get results.” He said in  pained voice. It made sense now, every moment of the day he would be holding, working on his strength, but success was only delaying the inevitable as long as possible. Nature’s call always won that fight. It’s not like the pee had anywhere to go unless…

I think I can help you, wait what’s your name? “James,” the boy said walking around to stand in front of her, now wearing the pastel green towel, “and you already helped me enough,” he was holding the drenched diaper in his hand. She could feel the heat and the smell radiating off of it. “James, my quirk is that I can hold other people’s pee for them,” she said awkwardly. “Won’t you just pee yourself, holding your pee and someone else's?” he asked incredulous. “I’m, well endowed,” she said, glancing away again, “I can hold over twenty liters.” James’ eyes got wide and he stared at her with  awe, “that’s nothing to be ashamed of, you’re incredible! What I wouldn't give for a capacity like that.” He stammered out. “With my help, you can have it,” she said smiling broadly, “I can finally be a hero to supporting you on the front lines, with my capacity and your power, we’ll be a force to be reckoned with!” James grinned, the final remnants of embarrassment leaving his face, “I kinda like the sound of that.”