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"Mary, how many of these do we have?" Ryland held up another pair of incontinence underwear. Mary hadn't seemed to react to his wet pants when he changed, but another pair had appeared on the nest they'd built on the floor as approximately another day ticked away.
"Please refer to the medical inventory chart."
The dormitory monitor by their nest beeped to life. Ryland moved to scroll through it. A pharmacy's worth of medications and different tools populated the screen. However, the item in question blinked.
About a year and a half's worth of these things sat in the medical inventory depending on how they were used. It was a both a bigger and smaller number than Ryland expected, but it made sense. He supposed four years with a cathater and a butt tube would mess with anyone, but still. For three people who could possibly have serious continence problems, that seemed like a small amount.
Ryland was glad they didn't have to sort out that problem.
"Incontinence detected. Please don the appropriate garment."
"Yeah, Mary." He snipped. How Stratt trusted them to find the cure for astrophage, yet not their own medical needs was astounding.
Ryland clicked off the inventory and scrolled through various health manuals. He found the incontinent manual that he was presumably flashed earlier. A scroll through it later and Ryland found that Mary was on a countdown. Mary would continued inforcing the incontinence underwear for a three days, and then she would stop if Ryland didn't soil himself again. His earlier wetting probably reset the counter, but...
He'd have to wear these things for a few days. Ryland looked at the crinkly underwear, anticipation a hot, twisting thing in his stomach. He'd have an excuse.
Just thinking about his earlier escapades made Ryland's heart race. The thought of potentially having repeat of that incident made him tempted to dip back into the bathroom.
"Incontinence detected. Please don the appropriate garment."
"I heard you, Mary." Ryland groaned. He did dip into the bathroom to slip back into the crinkly underwear. They felt odd hugged against his ass, but hopefully, he'd block out the crinkly padding after a bit.
He didn't need to pee at the moment, but that would change. He needed to eat soon, and he had started to intersperse some coma slurry into his diet to try and stretch his actual food. The stuff was a nutrient powder mixed in water. The stuff shot through him quickly no matter how slowly he drank the stuff.
His heart raced with anticipation as he requested a coma slurry packet from Mary.
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Rocky picked up the arousal fluid soaked cloth and shoved it into the waste bag with the remnants of his eggs. He closed the bag and set it aside. At this rate, he'd probably need it again.
Rocky could feel the exhaustion lingering at the back of his mind. He'd been trying to put off trying to sleep. It was always...unsettling moving back into the xenonite tunnels to sleep. He had Grace around now to comfort him, but that didn't feel like enough sometimes. He wanted to curl up asleep pressed against Grace with his arms around him like they did when Grace sleep. Where he felt comfy and safe in Grace's embrace.
It had been a while since Rocky had run into Grace, and it felt like Rocky was going a bit crazy. Just something about that leaky ass human...
Rocky shook out his carapace. If he started thinking like that again, he'd have another cleanup issue. He needed to sleep...
Rocky perked up when his leaky human walked by. Rocky hurried into his EVA suit, left his alcove, a section of tunnel hidden behind one of the electronic panels of the ship, and scuttled after him.
His human stopped to sit with some of his food packages. It seemed to be the one Grace hated, a small packet of a fine powder. Yet, he opened the pouch of powder and mixed in a portion of water. He downed the mixture with a gusto he usually kept for his coffee while looking at his laptop much to Rocky's surprise.
That settled something in Rocky. With how much Grace stressed his food situation, Rocky was glad to see Grace eating his least favored food so eagerly.
Rocky walked over to the lab desk and hopped onto one of the human chairs next to Grace, settling into a loaf. He leaned up against Grace stretched, trilling hard so that the vibrations echoed against Grace, bouncing back a clear image of his human. He could hear the pounding of Grace's heart and the rasp of air filling Grace's lungs, tempting Rocky to fall unconscious to its lullaby.
"Hey, buddy. What's wrong?" Grace closed the laptop he had stroked the top of Rocky's carapace. Rocky trilled happily.
"Rocky need sleep. Grace watch Rocky?"
"Of course, buddy...wait, is that EVA suit safe to sleep in?"
"Is safe enough." He could get a maximum of 8 hours out of the EVA suit if he stretched it. He should be able to sleep just fine, but he still doesn't tell Grace that. Instead, he pressed against Grace more. "Want Grace close to sleep."
Grace's blood rushed to his face, something Rocky thought was cute. Grace set down his now empty food slurry and moved to hug Rocky.
"Do you want to move to the bed? We can cuddle better like that."
Rocky trilled happily again and pressed against Grace, but he knew that Grace never sat in front of the laptop without reason. "What was Grace doing?"
"I was going to check on the Taumobea farms and make sure they're still holding. Also, look into their composition. I want to double check their make up before I try eating it."
Rocky make a low rumbling noise. "Important work. Don't stop for Rocky."
Still, Rocky didn't move from where he pressed into Grace. He let Grace sit up and turn his attention to the laptop, but Rocky scooted close enough to wrap his arms around Grace's middle. The steady click clack of keys mixed with Grace's natural noises, and Rocky could feel himself slipping under.
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Ryland was fine for the first hour. Examining the composition of taumobea was more an issue of examining their lab results and cross checking different components with what was safe for consumption. Everything seemed to check out just as Ryland figured. Taumobea seemed to be a viable source for extra calories.
By the end, Ryland could feel his bladder filling close to uncomfortable. He started to get up to check on the Taumobea farms, but he realized he was stuck. Two of Rocky's arms were locked around his waist and his thigh was pinned partially under Rocky's body. Ryland chuckled, petting Rocky's carapace. He wasn't sure why Rocky decided to be clingy, but it made Ryland feel fond for his silly rock.
He relaxed in his chair since he was stuck for the moment, switching from work to the infinite library of media. He scrolled through the humanity's entire backlog of movies, setting one of his favorite Star Trek movies to play. Familiar intro music filled the silence of the ship.
As he watched, his bladder ached. Ryland squirmed in his seat, his bladder stretched in a way that felt oddly pleasurable. His cock started to throb as his attention drifted from Kirk and Spock to his achy bladder, each pulse of need sending shivers up his spine.
This was probably wrong to do in front of his sleeping friend, getting off on holding in front of Rocky. He tried to argue that this was an accident, but he knew. The thought. much to his embarassment, only spiked his arousal.
He wasn't worried though even as the movie ended, and he really needed to pee. He could wait for Rocky to wake up. And if Rocky slept for too long, he had padding. He'd be fine. Hopefully.
The thought of wetting himself in front of Rocky was embarrassing. Humiliating really. He'd already lost control of his facilities once on Rocky, but Ryland couldn't deny that the image didn't do something to him.
Rocky could catch him wetting himself, calling him dirty...Maybe hold him down like this, push on his stomach, and make him wetting helplessly again like when he was asleep...
Ryland shook those images from his mind. That was his desperate, horny mind talking. He couldn't get Rocky involved with his nasty kink.
Ryland squirmed against Rocky's hold as he set another movie to play. Don't ask what the movie was. His mind was on his need, his cock throbbing with need as noises played in the background.
The second movie ended, and Ryland couldn't keep still. he let out a whine as his bladder cramped painfully. More pain than pleasure at this point to the point his cock started to wilt.
He needed to go. He needed to go so badly it was all he could think of. He felt like he could leak at any moment.
Ryland tried to relax, his pulse hammering in his chest. His bladder throbbed, and he could feel piss start to move in him. He came close, so damned close to leaking, before his muscles clamped up with another painful cramp.
He tried to still his racing heart and relax his muscles. Again as he seemed close to releasing, his muscles clamped up once more.
This was a lab not a toilet. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to relax enough to pee. Ryland let out a whimper.
He needed to go. He needed to go. He needed to go so bad, damn it.
Ryland tried to push at Rocky's arms again, but again, Ryland found that he was stuck under a 300+ pound rock. He squirmed and wiggled under Rocky, only managing to jostle his hard, aching bladder. "Rocky, please wake up. Please wake up. Oh god, Rocky-"
Ryland let out a loud moan as a spurt escaped him, dampening the inside of his underwear. The release felt so good even as his muscles clamped down the stream. Ryland panted, reeling from the feeling of release and the small damp patch rubbing against his cock.
As the feeling faded though, his need settled back in all the more intense. He wanted more. He needed relief so bad, damn it. He squirmed and tried to make himself go. Another small spurt escaped him.
He groaned, the bit of piss easing his desperation the tiny bit. It was good but too slow. He needed more. He tried to relaxed again, but his body clamped up once more. He whined in frustration.
"Come on." Ryland pressed a hand to his aching stomach. With a breath, he pressed a hand against the bulge and finally, a longer stream poured from him, saturating his underwear in warm piss.
Ryland let his head fall down to the desk, moaning and panting as if he were being bent over it. The relief was orgasmic. His stream lasted only a few seconds before his body decided to clamp up again, but it was enough to soak the padding while easing the pressure on his bladder back to something more pleasant.
He slipped a hand around Rocky's arm, groping at the bloated padding. The incontinence underwear absorbed most of his release, making the padding bloated and only slightly soggy. He wondered what would happen if he soaked the padding with the rest of bladder? Would it leak to his pants?
Would Rocky wake up in the middle of it. Would be able to tell? Would Rocky call him dirty dirty dirty or would he soothe him like the first time he'd wet himself? The thought of either sent blood back to his cock, making it harden in record time.
"God-" Ryland ran his hand over the bulge in his jumpsuit, shivering at the shock of pleasure it sent through him.
Was he really going to piss himself in his lab and get off to it? As Ryland dragged his fingers over the swollen padding under his suit, he was very tempted to. The warm and the shock of what he had done made him feel hot and hazy, his heart pounding in his chest.
Gods, he-
"Grace?"
Ryland froze, fear hitting his chest. He felt the weight finally eased from his lap. Rocky's body slowly eased to his feet and gave a little stretch like a cat-
And Ryland was once again had wet pants and a hand teasing his own cock. He quickly grabbed his knee and flushed a deep red.
"Hey, buddy. D-did you have a good sleep?" Ryland stuttered. He didn't feel any wetness when he touched his suit. Maybe, it wasn't noticeable.
"Good good sleep." Rocky agreed. He shook his carapace slightly before standing straight up in attention. He was quiet for a moment, his flat rock face staring at him. "What Grace doing?"
"Nothing! Nothing." Ryland flushed with nerves. Unfortunately for him, another longer spurt of piss slipped out of him with his fear and Ryland had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from moaning.
A sound sounded and oh yeah, he was watching a movie. "I put on a movie." He supplied.
"Without me?" Rocky chirped. Rocky's hands fell onto his lap, squishing into his soggy padding as Rocky pushed closer to the laptop. Ryland bit hard against his lip and fought the urge to roll his hips against him.
"You were asleep, and I was bored." Ryland defended himself. He tried to extract himself from his chair, but Rocky was all over him, climbing half into his chair with three of his limbs. On screen, an explosion filled the screen.
"Grace not bored. Grace watch Rocky sleep." Another explosion sounded on screen, and Rocky chirped. "What movie is this?"
"Uh..." Ryland watched the nondescript explosions . His mind was drawing a blank. Rocky chirped impatiently, shifting eagerly in his seat and shaking Ryland with his poor bladder. Another short spurt slipped from his cock, and Ryland thought he might cry.
Thankfully, Optimus Prime stomped onto screen. Never mind, the fact that Rocky doesn't know earth media enough to know if he lied.
"It's Transformers. Robots from space come down to Earth to fight bad robots." Ryland wiggled out of Rocky, standing to his feet with another throb to his bladder. "Why don't I rewind the movie and you can watch? I need to...go check on the farms."
Rocky's arm shot out as Ryland stood up, tugging him back to the chair. "No, I need Grace to explain Earth movie. What kind of robots? Why are they on Earth?"
"N-not right now, buddy." The motion made his bladder finally give out, letting out a longer stream with a hiss he could just hear under the bangs and tire squeals of movie car crashes. Ryland internally panicked, trying to cut the stream off, but his bladder apparently chose now to have enough.
He stared back with wide eyes as he actively pissed his pants in front of Rocky.
"Grace come watch with Rocky request." rocky reached out, putting his claws around his hip. The quickly soaking padding squished against his hip, and he could keep back a whine. His cheeks were flaming, and a he swore he felt of wetness roll down his inner thigh.
He has to know. He has to feel the liquid soaking his underwear. If not, he could see through materials-
Oh god, can he see through his clothes? Embarrassment clouded his mind, but his cock-
He was starting to think his cock liked anything and everything the way everything sounded hot these days.
Rocky drew Ryland back into his seat. Ryland sat down with a soft squish, piss stilll hissing against the front of his underwear. Rocky settled half in his lap, one of his arms settling in the space between his legs dangerously close to where he was actively peeing.
"Start movie over." Rocky requested as if Ryland wasn't peeing himself. Ryland just obeyed, feeling fuzzy with embarassment and arousal.
Rocky couldn't have known right? he wouldn't be climbing on him if he knew he was wetting right? That thought made Ryland relax some.
His bladder finally started to empty, the stream petering out. He let out a relieved sigh. His bladder felt sore, his underwear felt soaked, and his cock throbbed in his wet pants.
He could survive an hour and a half like this right?
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Rocky doesn't give a shit about Transformers. The stupid robots crashed and clanged too much for them to be of any elegant design anyway.
Grace was pissing himself while Rocky slept. He was touching himself while he slept. He was sitting here all tense and squirmy in his wet pants, trying to appear like everything was fine.
Rocky thought he might die from the shot of arousal that sent through his body. Filthy, filthy, filthy human was too preoccupied with his own filthy bodily functions to even move from Rocky's unconcious body to relieve himself. Even now, the expression he made seemed pleased, his mouth open and panting as he had in his sleep. The blood rushed to his reproductive organ like this was something to enjoy.
Rocky would show him. Rocky will show him a thing or two. Rocky waited under the movie played on and Ryland just started to relax into his filthy, wet garments.
"Grace didn't finish his water."
"Huh?" Ryland's face snapped out of his bliss to blink. A pouch of water sat by the laptop, half empty from where he'd mixed his meal. "Oh. I just needed it for the coma slurry. I'll just save it."
"Waste, waste, waste." Rocky chided.
"It's wasteful if I drink when I'm thirsty."
"It's waste. Drink before bacteria gets it."
He knew Grace hated waste especially now when his resources were limited. And he supposed Ryland got that idea too. Ryland took the water up and took a sip.
He sipped a few more times through the movie much to Rocky's delight. Rocky pressed against Ryland, giving a low hum. The vibrations echoed back the impression of his filling bladder sloshing with urine-
Ryland let out a soft pained noise, squirming subtly under Rocky. Blood rushed to his face as his heart beat picked up again. He tried to cross his legs at one point, but Rocky conveniently stepped between his legs to lean into the movie.
"Why so many explosions? Are humans dumb?" Rocky asked.
"I-I don't know, Rocky. It's the style of movie for this guy."
"Style? Explain." Rocky asked, watching Grace try to stammer through an explanation. Grace was stupid when he was like this much like when he was tired. It was as cute as it was arousing.
Grace let out another small whine that was almost swallowed by the movie. His muscles tensed and relaxed under him. His jittery fingers skimmed across Rocky's carapace, sometimes clutching against the surface of it. Rocky shivered.
Rocky could feel when Grace leaked again. His silly leaky human tensed, and the claw he laid by Grace's legs could feel the increased warmth. Rocky cuddled against Grace's middle, his arm shifting with him to brush subtly against the wet warmth.
Ryland jerked subtly. A tiny wet spot appeared on Grace's suit pants not that Grace noticed. He let out small desperate noise, his pulse racing.
"Hey, Rock. Can we pause? I need to pee."
Rocky wanted to chirp at him. He already had, but he wouldn't let Grace know that. Instead, he huffed.
"The movie is almost over. Grace can wait."
Grace shifted a little less subtly under him, but to Rocky's surprise, Grace didn't argue. He sat like a good human, watching the last bit of the movie even as he started to leak more and more.
It was torturous to pretend that he liked the sounds of the movie. Rocky wanted to slink his hand down Grace's pants and feel the stream that keeps leaking from Grace. He wanted to run his hand over Grace's organ and watch it leak while Ryland made those pretty sounds. Make those sounds be by Rocky's claws.
And what was even better was the fact that Grace leaned into his touch. Grace would let out what he thought was an inaudible moan and shifted back and down into the chair, trying to grind himself against the chair. His arm was still in the way, but that didn't stop Grace from rubbing against him again like he had when he was asleep.
Rocky felt like he could burst with eggs at the feeling.
By the time it sounded like credits were rolling, Grace couldn't stay still. His fingers drummed on his carapace. His body kept rocking subtly back and forth, and his desperate little noises kept slipping out. Piss finally flooded his underwear once more, making that small leak on his suit spread to the side of one of Rocky's claws. Grace definitely knew that now, but he sat still like a good human, giving another relieved sigh and finally fully relaxing his body.
Rocky nuzzled his body and let out a cooing chirp against his good human before stepping off of him. "Grace go pee now."
"Thanks buddy." Grace's tone was flat, but his reproductive organ was as hard as Rocky's carapace. Grace was quick to get up and head for the bathroom, leaving a bit of wetness on the seat of his chair.
Rocky grabbed the antibacterial wipes and wiped down the mess. That was the least he could do given he caused the mess.
He'd have to figure out how to take care of Grace's clothes as well. Rocky could see Grace palming his reproductive organ in the bathroom from here, his every breath an exciting spike to Rocky's heart.
Grace's hand furiously rubbed against the padding behind the privacy door. Rocky had once promised not to pay attention to what Grace did in there, but now, it was the tempting song of a lover's trill. Rocky was captivated by the jump of Grace's hips into his hands, the desperate whining slipping from his hands, the way Grace shuttered and shook with each touch...
Grace finished a lot faster than he had last time, shuttering with his hand shoved in his mouth to keep from crying out while his body spasmed. That memory was burned front and center in his mind.
Rocky ditched the chair in the lab to scuttle back to the airlock to his tunnels. His body hummed with arousal once more, but Rocky ignored it for a moment. Rocky had things to make if Grace was going to keep driving him crazy.
First off, he wanted to add a mesh section to his EVA suit as well as some toys.
He may not be able to touch Grace, but he swore he was going to wreck him.