Power: Chapter 2

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contains peeing in public and supernatural elements

Ever since that first day in the library, John realized just how much fun he could have controlling people. He could make them do anything, and he could affect their body in so many ways he couldn’t even begin to believe. He went to the library again, scoping out for coeds deep into their studies, sipping coffee. He found a girl with her hair up in a messy bun, gray sweats and a tank top looking over a stack of notes, a couple of empty bottles of water and coffee cups sitting around her. If she didn’t have to go already, she would soon. He froze time and walked over to her, looking her over. She was gorgeous.

He thought about making her go outside like he did the last girl, but he wanted to change things up. See what could work out. “All that water and coffee is going right through you,” he started, running a hand through his hair. “You have to go so badly. But you have to keep studying,” he said, looking down at her notes. “You don’t want to fail. You’ll wait a little while, see if the pressure goes away. But it won’t. And it’s too late. So you’re going to have to pee in your chair, at least it’s plush and there’s carpet under, right?” he chuckled. “And you won’t miss a moment of studying!” he told her. He went to settle in a chair far away enough that it didn’t look weird, but he still have full view of everything she did, before he resumed time.

And boy did it hit her fast.

He watched her squirm a little almost right away, poor thing. She shifted so one leg was under her and she just tried to focus on her notes, even though he could tell there was only one thing on her mind. Her bladder.

She reached one hand under her for a split second, pressing between her legs to get a little pressure. But it did nothing. She still had to go. And it was growing more and more by the second. She sweated and squirmed and shifted for about twenty minutes, longer than he had expected her to hold out. But he could see where her resolve broke. She looked at her notes before looking around at the people around her, everyone spread out and not focusing on anything other than their own notes and computers.

After another minute, she scooted her chair back just slightly. He watched her as she pulled down her sweatpants and underwear just below her ass, and he saw a stream start to fall down into the chair before she could even sit back down. So she didn’t. She squatted just slightly above the chair, not enough to look odd but just enough that he could watch her stream as it hit the material of the chair and soaked in. She looked down at her notes so she could study as she peed, flooding the chair under her as her focus started to come back. The chair couldn’t take anymore, and John could hear the splash in the quiet of the library as it just pooled on top of the chair. All the while, she never stopped going. Even for a second. After a couple of minutes her stream finally waned, and she shook slightly before pulling up her pants and switching to the chair next to her like it was normal. Like she saw nothing weird about peeing in her chair while she studied.

So now, John couldn’t stop thinking about peeing in public and making people pee in odd public spaces. He found himself in a home improvement store a couple of days later, with a nag in his own bladder. He stopped time without even thinking and looked around, smirking to himself when he saw the bathroom section. Perfect. He walked over to one of the toilets, standing next to a now frozen salesman who was trying to sell this model to a couple. He lifted up the seat and pulled himself out, sighing contently as he released his pent up piss into the empty bowl. He tipped his head back and kept going until he was done, filling up the bowl a good bit. He closed the lid and looked over at the couple and the salesman, smirking to himself. “In about an hour, you’re going to come back to this toilet, desperate to pee. You’re not going to feel like you have time to go to the employee bathroom, plus you can’t take your break anyways. So you’re going to open this lid and pee in here, not even caring that someone had gone in here already.” Then he turned to the couple, s

Ever since that first day in the library, John realized just how much fun he could have controlling people. He could make them do anything, and he could affect their body in so many ways he couldn’t even begin to believe. He went to the library again, scoping out for coeds deep into their studies, sipping coffee. He found a girl with her hair up in a messy bun, gray sweats and a tank top looking over a stack of notes, a couple of empty bottles of water and coffee cups sitting around her. If she didn’t have to go already, she would soon. He froze time and walked over to her, looking her over. She was gorgeous.

He thought about making her go outside like he did the last girl, but he wanted to change things up. See what could work out. “All that water and coffee is going right through you,” he started, running a hand through his hair. “You have to go /so badly/. But you have to keep studying,” he said, looking down at her notes. “You don’t want to fail. You’ll wait a little while, see if the pressure goes away. But it won’t. And it’s too late. So you’re going to have to pee in your chair, at least it’s plush and there’s carpet under, right?” he chuckled. “And you won’t miss a moment of studying!” he told her. He went to settle in a chair far away enough that it didn’t look weird, but he still have full view of everything she did, before he resumed time.

And boy did it hit her fast.

He watched her squirm a little almost right away, poor thing. She shifted so one leg was under her and she just tried to focus on her notes, even though he could tell there was only one thing on her mind. Her bladder.

She reached one hand under her for a split second, pressing between her legs to get a little pressure. But it did nothing. She still had to go. And it was growing more and more by the second. She sweated and squirmed and shifted for about twenty minutes, longer than he had expected her to hold out. But he could see where her resolve broke. She looked at her notes before looking around at the people around her, everyone spread out and not focusing on anything other than their own notes and computers.

After another minute, she scooted her chair back just slightly. He watched her as she pulled down her sweatpants and underwear just below her ass, and he saw a stream start to fall down into the chair before she could even sit back down. So she didn’t. She squatted just slightly above the chair, not enough to look odd but just enough that he could watch her stream as it hit the material of the chair and soaked in. She looked down at her notes so she could study as she peed, flooding the chair under her as her focus started to come back. The chair couldn’t take anymore, and John could hear the splash in the quiet of the library as it just pooled on top of the chair. All the while, she never stopped going. Even for a second. After a couple of minutes her stream finally waned, and she shook slightly before pulling up her pants and switching to the chair next to her like it was normal. Like she saw nothing weird about peeing in her chair while she studied.

So now, John couldn’t stop thinking about peeing in public and making people pee in odd public spaces. He found himself in a home improvement store a couple of days later, with a nag in his own bladder. He stopped time without even thinking and looked around, smirking to himself when he saw the bathroom section. Perfect. He walked over to one of the toilets, standing next to a now frozen salesman who was trying to sell this model to a couple. He lifted up the seat and pulled himself out, sighing contently as he released his pent up piss into the empty bowl. He tipped his head back and kept going until he was done, filling up the bowl a good bit. He closed the lid and looked over at the couple and the salesman, smirking to himself. “In about an hour, you’re going to come back to this toilet, desperate to pee. You’re not going to feel like you have time to go to the employee bathroom, plus you can’t take your break anyways. So you’re going to open this lid and pee in here, not even caring that someone had gone in here already.” Then he turned to the couple, smirking more. “And right when he’s left you two alone in a few minutes, you’re going to realize how badly you both have to go. You’ll go to another bathroom setup and one of you is going to start going in the toilet and the other isn’t going to be able to wait, so you’ll go in the fake sink. Even if it might make a mess, you don’t care.”

He walked away and unfroze time, watching the scene play before him. Both of the people in the couple started squirming a little as the salesman kept trying to talk to them, eventually leaving them to go help another customer. They looked at each other before walking around to the other bathrooms, and the man finally looked at the woman. “I’m going to… test this toilet out,” he said, trying to sound teasing and joking. But in reality, he was about a minute away from wetting himself. He chose a bathroom with high walls and he lifted up the seat, sighing contently as he started to pee. She was hopping around in place, and she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. But it made her so much more desperate. She looked at the sink next to it and she bit her lip, hard. She couldn’t believe she was even considering this. But she hopped up on the counter and pulled down her panties, pulling up her dress in the back before releasing a loud, hard stream into the bowl of the sink. She went for a couple of minutes, a little longer than he, before she finally jumped down and pulled up her underwear. She opened up the cabinet under the sink and blushed, hard, at the water there, but there was nothing she could do now. They left without another word and John hung around to watch the salesman do the same thing.

This power could be too much, he thought, but he was having too much fun. And it wasn’t hurting anyone.

mirking more. “And right when he’s left you two alone in a few minutes, you’re going to realize how badly you both have to go. You’ll go to another bathroom setup and one of you is going to start going in the toilet and the other isn’t going to be able to wait, so you’ll go in the fake sink. Even if it might make a mess, you don’t care.”

He walked away and unfroze time, watching the scene play before him. Both of the people in the couple started squirming a little as the salesman kept trying to talk to them, eventually leaving them to go help another customer. They looked at each other before walking around to the other bathrooms, and the man finally looked at the woman. “I’m going to… test this toilet out,” he said, trying to sound teasing and joking. But in reality, he was about a minute away from wetting himself. He chose a bathroom with high walls and he lifted up the seat, sighing contently as he started to pee. She was hopping around in place, and she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. But it made her so much more desperate. She looked at the sink next to it and she bit her lip, hard. She couldn’t believe she was even considering this. But she hopped up on the counter and pulled down her panties, pulling up her dress in the back before releasing a loud, hard stream into the bowl of the sink. She went for a couple of minutes, a little longer than he, before she finally jumped down and pulled up her underwear. She opened up the cabinet under the sink and blushed, hard, at the water there, but there was nothing she could do now. They left without another word and John hung around to watch the salesman do the same thing.

This power could be too much, he thought, but he was having too much fun. And it wasn’t hurting anyone.

[Lutab 1,052]

Great story. Loved the Gil in the library! I think you were in the middle of editing this though. The story is here twice. 

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