Posted by Cruiser79 on July 04, 2008 at 21:32 [71.197.123.134]
I wrote this in response to a story written by anotherwetboy over on the peesearch forums. Enjoy!
Final report: New York City urinary incontinence epidemic of 2058
Top Secret: SCI. Need-to-know, eyes only.
First, I must stress that if the inoculation protocols I outlined in USGS NaNP National Security Protocol Proposal 2048.g75.32.4 had been adopted, and which I strongly argued in favor of both before AND after the nanoterrorism incident which occurred only last year, this incident might have been avoided.
Genesis:
Vector designer: Unknown, alias “The Whizzard”
Date of original fab: approximately June 1, 2058
Introduction of vector into the wild: June 20, 2058
Location of vector release: Hamilton Fish Recreation Center swimming pool, Manhattan, 128 Pitt St. (Stanton and Houston)
Method of vector distribution: urethral ingress during urination
Case summary:
It was only a matter of time before someone altered the concept of the nanodevices originally conceived by Spencer Dexter in 2057. Unfortunately, the “someone” in question was more devious in his goal, and cleverer, both in the design and execution of his plan, as demonstrated by his “success” in perfecting a multi-effect nano-design, and his ability to remain at large. The majority of our psychological profilers believe that the perpetrator, known only as “The Whizzard”, was motivated through sexual desire, although there remains some debate on that subject. What is not subject to debate is how they were originally spread, and their effect on those who were exposed.
Like Spencer Dexter’s revised design, “The Whizzard’s” devices entered their initial victims though the urethra, could self-replicate, and were of a highly contagious nature. However, this is where the similarities end. A much more sophisticated design, these nanobots were capable of detecting the gender of the body they had entered, as well as whether or not the subject had passed through puberty. Nanobots in an infected male or youth did not activate, and were simply removed by the kidneys, passing harmlessly back out of the body. However, upon entering the body of a sexually mature female, the nanobots would make their way both to the kidneys and the bladder. There they would quietly multiply without making their presence known… until the infected individual entered a particularly stressful situation. The stress-triggered chemicals released by the brain activated the nanobots, resulting in a twofold effect: The kidneys would produce urine at a prodigious rate, and the muscles of the bladder would receive the signal to void. The result would be an individual with a rapidly filling bladder, and only the muscles of the sphincter to maintain control. If the afflicted individual was unable to use the restroom, her stress level would increase, resulting in a cascading effect, and culminating in loss of control. Average time elapsed between initial activation of the nanobots and uncontrolled urination was approximately 10 minutes. Furthermore, individuals in which nanobots activated due to the stress of already needing to urinate experienced loss of control in an average of only 2.5 minutes. An estimated 4/5 of those affected were unable to reach facilities in time to avoid partially wetting their clothing. Of that group, 1/2 wet themselves completely, while 1/10 chose to relieve themselves in public. Of those who resorted to public urination, virtually all were wearing dresses or skirts.
The devices were released in the Hamilton Fish Recreation Center swimming pool (perhaps homage to Spencer Dexter) on June 20, 2058. As in the incident which occurred last year, total exposure to the population of Manhattan was achieved within 72 hours, due to the completely closed nature of the city’s water consumption/waste recycling system.
Case Examples:
Case example #1 – 23 yrs old – occupation: secretary
Miss X found herself taking minutes in an afternoon board meeting when her affliction made itself known. As the newest employee of the firm, she was already nervous, but as the meeting wore on, the liquid she had consumed at lunch found its way to her bladder, increasing her discomfort. Her need to urinate was not extreme by any means, but the need to relieve herself, combined with her case of first-day nerves raised her stress level to the activation threshold of the nanobots she had likely been exposed to only the night before. As her need to pee began increasing, she considered asking for a break, but considered it inappropriate to do so. She decided that she would simply have to hold it, despite the fact that it had suddenly become particularly difficult to control her urge. Shifting uncomfortably in the hard wooden chair as her bladder continued to fill, she began to fear that she would have an accident if the meeting did not end soon. Repeatedly crossing and uncrossing her legs in an attempt to put pressure against the opening of her urethra, she realized in horror that the executives seated around the table had noticed her behavior, and undoubtedly guessed its cause. Beads of sweat began to form on her flushed face. Her rapidly increasing stress level pushed the nanobots to work even harder, and she began to leak short dribbles of urine into her pink silk panties, dampening the crotch of her expensive gray pantsuit. She now knew it would be impossible to last until the end of the meeting, but realized also that if she were to leave the room, the entire board would be witness to the shiny wet spot which was slowly expanding across the pinstriped fabric stretched across her lovely round bottom. What could she do? The nanobots made the decision for her; tears welled up in her eyes as she lost control. She rose from her seat and ran towards the exit as a massive amount of urine burst from her distended bladder, drenching her suit pants and ruining the expensive Italian carpet as her sexy pumps squelched across the boardroom floor. Less than ten minutes after the first nanobots inside her had activated, Miss X was naked from the waist down in the ladies bathroom trying to dry her sodden pants under the hand blower.
Case example # 2 – 39 yrs old – occupation: city councilwoman
Ms Y had quite a problem on her hands: The city workers were threatening to strike, air quality was the worst it had been in five years, and crime was up across the board. Her advisors had even told her that cases of public urination were up a staggering 500%. Well, the city was not going to put up with that! During her lengthy press conference, the still quite-attractive councilwoman explained that from now on, those caught relieving themselves in public would not simply be fined, but would be subject to arrest. Of course public urination was the least of the city’s problems, and the reporters knew it. Standing behind the podium as the reporters grilled her mercilessly, she did her best to dodge the tough questions they would no longer refrain from asking. The strain was beginning to get to her; she began to perspire, her cheeks turned a slightly darker shade. The damn reporters seemed like sharks that smelled blood in the water; it was a feeding frenzy and she was being eaten alive. And to make matters worse, she was suddenly dying for the toilet! The stress had activated the nanodevices, and for the last five minutes, they had been busily filling Ms Y’s bladder while simultaneously diminishing her ability to control it. She began to squirm physically as well as verbally. Despite her need, Ms Y’s ego demanded that she try one last time to answer the demands of the mob before her, but it was of no avail, and she could no longer ignore the demands of her bladder. The reporters could see Ms Y’s makeup was starting to run, and sweat had begun to glisten between her breasts; her ample cleavage revealed by a top just a tad too low cut for her age and position. No doubt they attributed her discomfort to their journalistic assault. Trapped behind the podium as she attempted to bring the press conference to a close, Ms Y found herself with yet another problem in her hands: her pussy, which she was desperately kneading beneath her pleated navy skirt in order to maintain control. She was firm; no more questions, thank you! The grumbling reporters filed out of the room and into the main hall, unsatisfied. Ms Y couldn’t care less about placating the press, all her concentration was now focused on getting to the bathroom. She could feel wetness on her fingers as pee began to seep past her frantically gyrating fingers, staining the white cotton g-string she had worn to avoid panty-lines. Then she realized that the mob of reporters was still between her and the restrooms, located at the far end of the hall outside the briefing room. She didn’t dare let them see her like this. Turning her back to the podium and the main exit, she stumbled out the side door, her hand still wedged firmly between her alabaster thighs as a trickle of urine ran down her inner leg. Unfortunately, in her haste she did not realize the door lead out of the building entirely. Finding herself in an alley she turned to go back, but the door had already locked behind her. Out of time and out of options, Ms Y pulled the now soaked crotch of her panties aside, and spread her legs as a torrent of urine poured from the damp thatch of matted blond hair between her legs, gushing into a storm drain between her high heels. As the flow finally came to a stop, she sighed and rearranged her panties and skirt, thankful that she had escaped without suffering any humiliation from the consequences her new policy might have on others. Smiling, she turned around to find herself only a few feet from a police officer. Only twelve minutes had passed between the beginning of Ms Y’s question and answer session and her arrest for public urination.
Addendum:
Later that day, the nanobots again hijacked Ms Y’s bladder. Handcuffed, she peed helplessly into her orange jumpsuit in front of the press, an example to the public who watched it in high definition on the eleven o’ clock news.
Case example # 3 – 29 yrs old – occupation: librarian
Mrs. Z had been selected by the city council to receive a prestigious award. Three months ago she had replaced Mr. M as head librarian. And in those three months, her tireless efforts had raised more money for the library than the Mr. M had in an entire year. This was a real honor; the presentation was taking place at city hall. The entire library committee and the board of trustees, along with a few local dignitaries, as well as their friends and political associates were in attendance – well over five hundred people. Being rapidly introduced to all sorts of important people whom she had never before met, she wished that she knew where the ladies room was located. It had been a long taxi ride, and the bottled water she had consumed earlier was beginning to make its presence known. Just as she was about to ask for directions to the facilities, someone told her it was time for the presentation to begin. She was hustled up to the stage, more than one of the male attendees taking notice of her lovely figure. Not even the simple white slacks and high-cut blouse she had worn could hide her curvaceous form. As Mrs. Z took her seat on the stage, she crossed her legs in an unconscious attempt to make her uncomfortably full bladder easier to bear. The butterflies in her stomach rose rapidly. The days events had thus far passed in so rapid a succession that she had hot had time to dwell on what was now about to happen. A shy person by nature, she had a fear of public speaking. As she waited for the various speakers before her to finish, the butterflies in her stomach continued to multiply. She shifted uneasily in her seat, a response to her nerves as well as her need to pee. As the final speaker came to a close, Mrs. Z’s stress level reached the threshold necessary to activate the nanobots. As she stepped to the microphone, her kidneys rapidly increased the production of urine, and only her sphincter muscles were left to hold back the flood. Stammering through her mercifully brief speech, it was all Mrs. Z could do to control her bladder’s sudden attempt to void into her pants. To make matters worse, the microphone was mounted on a simple metal stand – there was no podium which might have allowed Mrs. Z the privacy to grab her crotch, or even discreetly wiggle her legs. Completely exposed, she merely kept her legs together with as tightly as possible. Ironically, Mrs. Z’s fear of public speaking had disappeared entirely, replaced by the infinitely more terrifying idea of publicly wetting herself. Mrs. Z concluded her remarks, which had consisted mostly of flustered “thank you”s. The color drained from her face as she felt a patch of warm wetness between her clenched thighs. Someone (she could not remember his name) placed the award into her outstretched arms. Not prepared for the heft of the plaque, Mrs. Z lurched forward, and another squirt of urine escaped into her slacks. Still in front of the microphone, she was forced to ask the presenter where the bathrooms were. But it was too late. The golden river flooded from Mrs. Z’s tortured body, turning her white slacks nearly transparent. Mrs. Z was not wearing any panties; her sexy secret was now revealed to the crowd. Still pissing, she thrust her award in front of her crotch to hide her neatly trimmed pubic hair from view. Then she turned and fled the stage through the emergency exit, her pink bottom clearly visible through the yellow-tinged transparency. Mrs. Z’s speech had lasted lest than three minutes.
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