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It was 4:25 pm, and Subspace was as busy as ever. She was locked inside her lab, away from all her pesky coworkers, working on optimizing the hardware for her biografts, with a small component essential to the functioning of her steel soldiers under her microscope. A tiny chip that required the utmost precision to assemble.
She was deeply focused on the device, hunched over the microscope in a way that, seen through the eyes of any visitor to the lab, would be quite comical.
As she worked, she began to acknowledge a warm pressure settling in her crotch. It was slowly building bigger and felt heavy inside her gut. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly; she had forgotten that she’d been feeling the urge to go to the bathroom for what might have been 20 minutes… She could have sworn she’d had her last drink not long ago—how could her body be working so fast to torment her like this?
She grumbled.
“I can wait another 10 minutes,” she thought, determined to finish what she started. With her great skill, finishing the little project would be a walk in the park, just like everything else she does! Confident in her decision, Subspace leaned back over her microscope and continued her work.
4:40 pm...
The heat in her lower belly begins to rise, alternating between rubbing her foot against the legs of the chair she was sitting in and tapping the heel of her shoe against the white floor tiles from time to time. The dexterity of her hands became even more clumsy due to the movements her legs set off in the rest of her body; her arms specially were really difficult to keep steady, as they trembled almost like a leaf.
Subspace sighed shakly, feeling the urine inside her bladder splash around against its walls with every exasperated movement of her legs. She clenched her stomach hard, tightening her lower muscles as much as possible, trying to keep her sanity and her bitter fluids from escaping her temple without her permission.
"Just a little more...! Almost done...! " She said to herself, her words barely audible, coming from her trembling mouth as if it were being dragged out of her throat, almost as if she were begging herself not to lose control right there in that seat—Subspace T. Mine is NOT going to piss herself.
Subspace quickened her pace—if it was even possible to go any faster than she already was—while trying not to ruin her work in the process. Embarrassingly, her urethra was starting to burn unbearably, and she was struggling with all her might to keep herself together as the intense wet, heavy heat pressed brutally against the entrance of her bladder, threatening with every passing, miserable second to leak.
She bit her lips, letting out involuntary little squeals, cold sweat running down her trembling hands and thin thighs, that pressed tightly together in desperation. Her foot still just as restless—or even more so than a few moments ago.
Just one small detail, the very last one! the final one to finish and free herself from this self-inflicted torture.
Just one, a small one—her hands moved nimbly.
Just one final detail, the tiniest of them, and—and she was done.
She has finished.
Victorious, she placed both hands on the table and spread her thighs slightly to gain momentum to stand up, just enough to lift herself slightly off her seat—making the mistake of relaxing too much—only for the subtle warmth of her seat to be abruptly replaced by a hot, damp sensation that spread and seeped throughout her crotch and thighs...
Subspace, in shock, slowly sat back down, devastated.
Her breath hitched, feeling her urine shoot out in streams from her body, now soaking the seat and the scientist’s pants. The urine quickly began to overflow from the seat, dripping onto the floor and creating a few puddles of the translucent yellow liquid that starkly contrasted with the once-pristine white of the floor tiles.
And she couldn't do anything about it.
She couldn't do anything about how her perfect pants were getting wet and developing an uncomfortable, sticky warmth that eventually trickled down to her shoes, ruining them as well.
Subspace really wanted to die and just disappear right then and there, for the walls of the lab to eat her whole. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before—not even when she was a newspawn! She quickly felt her blood boil underneath her skin; cheeks flush with a soft pink blush of embarrassment at having literally peed herself at her age—in a way that could have been completely avoided.
Clamping her teeth together and narrowing her eyebrows, she lowered her head, rested her forearms on the table, and took a look at the mess she had left beneath her. The stream of urine had already stopped seconds ago; all that remained was her clothing soaked with the now-cold liquid that clung uncomfortably to her panties and legs, her pants bearing a large, conspicuous stain that ran all the way down the garment... And the smell.
Thank Gods Subspace was the only one in the room, because the stench of urine permeated every square foot of the place. She had never felt so humiliated in her life; not even when she was infected with the Rot had she felt this intense heat racing from her stomach, up her throat, and to her entire face.
Her breathing became increasingly labored as she racked her brain trying to figure out what to do now. She couldn’t just stand there and handle this on her own, but she couldn’t ask any of her employees for help either—she’d rather die. Just then, with a spark from her crystal she snapped out of her scrambled mind;
"GAMMA! GET OVER HERE NOW. " She screamed, the sound echoing throughout the room, summoning the robot, whose heavy, steel-clad footsteps grew louder as it drew nearer. Gamma finally made it to the room; almost slipping from how fast it ran—but quickly regaining it's composure and straighting up to assist Subspace.
"HOW MAY I ASSIST YOU, SUBS—OH, I SEE WHAT IT IS!"
Gamma said as he surprisingly quickly analyzed the situation, noticing the very obvious mess Subspace has made.
"DO NOT WORRY, SUBSPACE! LOSING CONTROL OF YOUR BLADDER SOMETIMES IS COMPLETELY NORMAL, ESPECIALLY GIVEN YOUR CONDITION, SINCE YOUR MUS—"
"Can you shut your mouth you PIECE OF JUNK and come CLEAN THIS UP NOW."
"AH! YES, IMMEDIATELY!"
In response to scientist's demand, Gamma quickly moved over to her and helped her up from the seat. She could feel the fabric of her pants sticking to her skin along with several drops of piss sliding down to the floor, making an awkward dripping sound that made Subspace blush even more with embarrassment—if that was even possible.
Once Subspace was back on her feet, the robot slipped its arms under her knees, lifting her in a bridal carry to take her to the nearest bathroom so she could remove her soaked clothes and clean her body (also with Gamma's assistance, obviously...).
When it reached the bathroom, Gamma carefully placed Subspace in the bathtub—The cold temperature of the surface making contact with her soaked rear made her wince a little... Once that was done, it was ready to turn around and go clean up the little accident in the lab, but before he could leave, Subspace stopped him with one last command, the tone of her voice clearly defeated and weary;
"Once you've finished cleaning all that up and brought me some clean clothes, you're going to IMMEDIATELY erase the all previous 30 minutes you've witnessed from your memory PERMANENTLY, you hear me!?"
"...NOTED."