The Desperation Sprite Returns!

There was an element of both strategy and luck to being a desperation sprite. You could't go all in all at once on the same target, or she might get suspicious: start drinking less, dressing differently. It was best to space out your pranks, to lull your target into a false sense of security. With this in mind, Trix bided her time for several weeks, until she saw the perfect day to torment Mina again.

It was a sunny morning, unexpectedly warm for fall. Mina had booked a train to go for a weekend getaway.

Trix followed Mina to the train station.

Mina was stunning today. She was wearing a purple sweater minidress with a low-cut neckline that revealed her ample cleavage, knee-high leather boots with a 5" platform wedge heel and cozy fleece-lined tights. Vain as ever, under her dress she wore a high-waisted compressive thong from one of her favorite shapewear companies. She'd struggled getting it on this morning, and it seemed to fit her even more snugly today than she remembered. She hoped that meant it had shrunk in the wash a little, rather being a sign she'd put on a few pounds since she'd last worn it. The shapewear ran a bit long on her short torso, so she'd fastened the band of her bra over it at the top. Additionally, a wide belt with three separate, rather fussy-looking decorative clasps was affixed snugly around her narrowed waist over her minidress. Mina's long dark hair was loose around her shoulders and tumbled down her back in waves. She clutched an almost empty venti caramel cream cold brew, taking the last sips as she took her seat on the train, before stuffing the empty cup into the back pocket of the seat in front of her. She'd drank it on the walk to the train station, and it was warm enough out the ice had all melted and the cup was truly drained.

"Goodness," Trix thought naughtily, eyeing her. "Won't it be difficult to get out of all that if you need to use the bathroom? Sure would be a shame if you pissed in those tights." She giggled to herself. A shame for Mina; a delight for Trix. What an ideal opportunity!

Despite the caffeine she'd just imbibed, a little sleeping dust from Trix helped knock her out. Mina fell asleep staring out the window at the city whizzing by.

("Heh, 'whizzing,'" thought Trix.)

An hour passed.

Mina awoke groggily. Where was she? Oh, right. On a train. She blinked and yawned. Outside the window, green countryside was rolling by. Suddenly, she had a desperate awareness of needing to urinate. She squeezed her legs together and squirmed slightly in her seat. A sense of panic struck her. In addition to the massive iced coffee she'd finished before dozing off, she'd had a tall glass of orange juice with breakfast. She hadn't been to the bathroom since. Her bladder was absolutely bursting.

She looked over at the seat next to herself. It was occupied. An enormously fat man sat there dozing, seemingly fast asleep, and leaving little clearance to get past him. ("Thank you, sleeping powder!" Trix giggled.)

Mina grimaced. Could she wake him? She reached a hand out and gently shook him by the shoulder. "Hello, sir?" she inquired.

The man remained unmoved, and let out a broken snore.

"Sir?!" She tried again, shaking him slightly more vigorously.

Nothing.

Mina sighed, squirming in her seat. Could she get past him? She had to try. She stood, swaying awkwardly on her heels on the moving train. The man's wide legs blocked most of the way into the aisle. She lifted her right leg up high and tried to step over him. She succeeded in landing her foot into the aisle. She reached an arm out for something to brace onto to help her catch her balance to pull her other leg over - her legs were spread embarrassingly wide, and it only made her need to urinate worse. Finally she caught hold of an overhead rail by stretching on her tiptoes and catching hold of it with her fingertips, and managed to pull her left leg over the dozing man into the aisle. She used her free arm to smooth down the skirt of her dress, which had ridden indecently high on her thighs in the process.

Once composed, Mina scurried down the aisle as quickly as she could towards the nearest bathroom, clenching her thighs together all the way.

"OUT OF ORDER." She read the sign aloud in disbelief. Her mind flashed back to the incident at her office a few weeks ago, and the color drained from her face. She let out a soft gasp. "Oh no..."

"Ah, I'm afraid so, miss," said a passing attendant, catching her worried glance. "We've had a bit of trouble with the plumbing today. The only working bathroom on the train is the one next to the engine, two cars thataway." He gestured with his thumb.

"Oh." Inwardly, Mina groaned. "Thank you, sir."

Oh no, this can't be happening again, Mina thought, scenes from her earlier misadventure continuing to flash through her mind. Could she make it?

"Indeed," Trix giggled. "Can you make it?" Arranging things so the first bathroom her victim met was out of order was a classic trick, and why mess with a proven winner? She knew Mina's urge to urinate was extraordinarily dire, and the train's route was at its bumpiest along this portion of the journey, jostling the poor girl's bladder something fierce. The tension might not have been so bad if her bladder were allowed to comfortably expand, but she was also being squeezed around her lower tummy by some very unforgiving shapewear. Which Trix had indeed used her magic to shrink a little, taking out maybe three-quarters of an inch of give through the lower midsection, the last time it was in the wash. She'd really been quite naughty when setting up this one.

And Trix might have felt sorry for Mina if she didn't find her hellish predicament so utterly delightful. She was hoping she'd get Mina to wet herself today; indeed, Trix was almost salivating at the thought. She relished Mina's anguished expression, and the subtle desperate wiggling of her hips.

Mina turned and quickly walked in the direction the attendant had indicated, moving from one car to the next. The car bumped along the tracks, and she swayed back and forth, taking careful steps in her heels, squeezing her thighs together as best she could, bracing her hands against seat backs for balance. She spotted it ahead of her, about twenty feet down the aisle, when suddenly-

WHACK! Mina felt something hard slap against her left buttock, and almost peed a little from the shock. Ouch!

She reached a hand to rub her smarting bottom, and turned to looked back. In the seat she'd just passed, a small boy, probably around five years old, sat gleefully waving a wooden ruler. The woman sitting next to him reached for it, snatching it away. "Bobby! No!"

She looked up at Mina, "I'm so, so sorry. We bought some new school supplies earlier, and Bobby's just a little excited."

"Oh," Mina said, still absent-mindedly rubbing her bottom where the ruler had hit her. At least the smack had provided momentary distraction from her need to relieve herself. And her fleece tights had absorbed some of the blow.

"Bobby, what do you say?" the woman coaxed the little boy.

"Ummmmm..." Bobby looked around distractedly, avoiding Mina and the woman's (his mother's?) eyes.

"Bobby?"

Mina began to squirm a little, jiggling her right leg. She wondered if they couldn't hurry this up a little.

"Um... I'm sorry."

"Sorry for?"

"I'm sorry I hit you." Bobby looked down at his hands then up at Mina. "I was just playing."

"Yes, but we need to be careful when we play, don't we?"

Seriously? Mina began to jiggle her leg more intensely. Trix was impressed at her composure. Mina's compulsive need to be polite was one of the many things that made her such a fun mark.

"I guess." Bobby cast his eyes down again and pressed himself back into his seat.

The woman looked at Mina, "Again, I'm so sorry. He can be such a handful sometimes."

"Oh, it's no problem!" Mina tried to sound as cheerful as possible, given her circumstances. "You two have a nice day!"

"You too!"

Her bottom still a little sore, Mina returned her focus to her mission. She made a beeline down the aisle.

The restroom! At last. And what a relief, it was even empty.

Mina stepped inside and locked the bathroom door behind her. Thank god, she felt like an overfilled water balloon. She started to undo her belt. One clasp undone. Two clasps. Three - oh, why couldn't she get the last one? It was stuck! The belt remained stubbornly fastened around her waist. Oh goodness! What if she couldn't get it off? Mina panicked. She pushed up the hem of her skirt over her hips, ran her fingers over her outer thighs until she could grab hold of her thong by the underside of the leg holes through her fleece tights, and tried to pull it down. But she'd clasped the band of her bra over it at the top of her torso, and as a very amply busted girl, she wore it fastened snugly, so between that, silicone-enhanced no-slip waistband of the thong, and the thick fleece tights providing additional friction, her shapewear wouldn't budge. She was trapped.

"So near the toilet, and yet so far from not pissing yourself," Trix grinned.

Mina felt her face flush. What could she do? At her absolute bursting point, the toilet in sight, the train jolted again, and she involuntarily began to pee. A little came out in a hot spurt, then, unable to fully stop it, she continued. The hot golden liquid rushed out of her, and she immediately sat on the toilet, in an attempt to mitigate the damage. She was pissing fully clothed, sure, but she could at least try to make an effort to direct the flow. In spite of herself, she sighed with relief. The stream was coming out long and hard, if diffused by her thong and tights. Some of the liquid wicked up into her shapewear, and down into the fleece legs of the tights, but most of it seemed to be making it into the toilet.

"Of course, you had consumed over a liter of liquid," Trix thought, "And you seem to be pissing out that much now!" Mina's bladder was truly impressive, and Trix would know - she'd made many young women pee themselves, and most of them had been much easier marks. And of course, it didn't hurt that Mina was gorgeous; it only made Trix want to see her blush and wriggle with desperation all the more.

Mina sat on the toilet, peeing through her tights, until there was nothing left.

Drained empty, she sighed. She'd just pissed herself, sort of. Mina felt her face flushing again, as in her relief, she came to a fuller awareness of her new predicament. She assessed the damage. Her boots and dress still appeared to be mostly dry, but her tights were soaked through the thighs, and she could feel pee had wicked up her shapewear, leaving her clammy around the midsection. How could she clean herself up?

"Well, this ought to help," Trix thought. She released the last clasp on Mina's belt, and it clattered to the floor. Mina watched it fall, sat stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but laugh. Of course.

She set about taking off her boots, then removing her soaked tights. "I guess I should throw these out?" she murmured. "I can't really carry pee-soaked tights back to my seat with me, can I?" She rolled them into a ball, trying to avoid touching the wet areas as much as possible, and stuffed them into the trash compartment in the wall.

Now for the tricky part. Her shapewear. She pulled her dress over her head and hung it on a hook on the wall. Then she removed her bra, and hung it on the same hook. ("Nice breasts," thought Trix, eyeing the expanse of her creamy flesh. Mina was quite busty, after all. She noted her nipples were a delicate pale pink, and currently stiffening upon being exposed to the air-conditioning.)

Mina grasped her fingers around the sides of the no-slip waistband of her thong and started to tug it down. She stood, to better help work it down along her torso. The damp fabric stuck slightly against her skin, and god, it was tight. It hadn't always been this tight, had it? She really hoped she hadn't gained weight. ("No," Trix giggled, "Just my interference." Nothing like shrinking a woman's girdle by just a little before overfilling her bladder, to provide an extra teasing squeeze.) Finally she was able to ease it down over her broad hips and then off all the way. "And this too," she mused, "I suppose will need to be trashed." She balled it up as well and pushed it into the trash compartment.

Now standing stark naked in the restroom, she took some toilet paper and wiped herself. She disposed of it in the toilet and flushed it. There was a sink in the opposite corner, with some paper towels. She dampened one and began to clean her thighs, butt, and lower stomach, continually trading off for fresh ones.

When she was satisfied she was clean enough, she patted herself dry and began to re-dress herself in her remaining clothing: bra, minidress, boots, belt. ("Traitor," she whispered to the belt as she clasped it back around her waist.) She'd have to walk back to her seat without panties. Embarrassing to be sure, but she couldn't see a better option.

"I hope Bobby's mom hasn't given him back that ruler," Mina sighed to herself, unlocking the bathroom door. "It'll sting a lot more this time if he spanks me again."

"Oh, I'm sure that can be arranged." Trix smiled to herself. Truly, it was such a delight to torment Mina.