Lala Omorashi Pt. 2 (Monster Musume)

Lala was doing her best to keep it from showing, but she was giddy with anticipation. Today was the release of a movie that was like a dream: based on her favorite horror novel by one of her favorite writers, directed by one of her top five filmmakers, with a stellar cast bringing it to life. When it had first been announced, she’d thought it was too good to be true. She’d reserved a ticket as soon as they went on sale, and had applied for a solo-activities pass months in advance (there was just something she appreciated about the experience of going to a movie by herself). Everything was in order, she’d arrived at the theater a full 20 minutes early, and as she situated herself in her seat with her popcorn and drink, she was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. With so much time left to kill, she dropped a handful of popcorn down her throat followed by a small pour of her drink. The latter made her conscious of her bladder. She wasn’t remotely full, but was reminded that she hadn’t gone before leaving the house, and she quickly made her way to the bathroom while she still had time. She sighed contentedly as she emptied her bladder, and was glad that she’d thought of this before the previews started. She didn’t want any distractions.

However, this was to prove beyond her control. While she was out of the theater for her quick pre-movie pee, two other patrons made their way into the theater and took their seats, one directly behind where Lala was sitting, the other a few rows back: none other than Doppel and Zombina of M.O.N. Sure, Lala had been well-behaved since moving into the Kurusu household, but as a well-documented flight risk, when the dullahan’s request for a solo-activities pass had come across Ms. Smith’s desk, she’d taken precautions and ordered the zombie and shapeshifter to keep an eye on her. A simple enough task. And that was what bothered Doppel about it. She wasn’t much of a cinephile, and, being ever-mischievous as she was, had resolved to entertain herself for the evening at Lala’s expense, and Zombina, no saint herself, had agreed to help her.

Lala returned from the bathroom, paying little to no heed to the nondescript man now sitting behind her, certainly never suspecting it was actually Doppel in disguise. The previews were now starting, and Lala set her head in her lap for more convenient access to her popcorn and beverage. She once again took a few morsels of popcorn and dropped them down her neck, followed by a small sip of her drink. But what she didn’t realize was, as she did so, Doppel poured some of her own drink, purchased expressly for this purpose, down Lala’s throat as well. She was careful to match Lala’s own timing and volume so as not to arouse suspicion, but she knew that even if she was only approximately doubling the amount of liquid intake, that would add up fast, and she grinned wickedly in anticipation of where this evening would go.

Once the movie started the pattern continued on without incident for some time. Lala would distractedly snack and drink as her head gazed at the screen from her lap, enraptured, and Doppel kept on top of filling Lala’s bladder faster than she realized. After about 45 minutes of this, Doppel noticed Lala’s body occasionally shifting its weight and rocking back and forth ever so slightly. This stoked the mischievous fire in her eyes and afterwards she grew more daring with her pours; still not enough to catch Lala’s attention, but likely tripling the amount she was drinking rather than doubling it. At an hour and a half into the film, Lala’s fidgeting became more pronounced, and she finally unconsciously crossed one leg over another, toppling her head to the side of her chair. Shocked and discombobulated, Lala picked herself up and was about to set herself back in her lap, but the shock had finally made her realize what the movie had been distracting her from so well: she REALLY had to pee. She couldn’t account for how full her bladder was. Sure, she’d been drinking fairly regularly, but she’d deliberately tried to do so in moderation, knowing she didn’t want to be forced to miss any of the movie by something as silly as her bladder. However, she didn’t have time to wonder how she’d gotten so full, as she uncrossed her legs to set her head back on her lap, a wave of desperation sent one of her hands flying to her crotch. Her head blushed in her lap, and she contemplated what to do in this situation. She could tell the movie was approaching its climax, and felt like she could hold it until the end. However, now that she was definitely aware of her bladder, it was seriously distracting her from what was happening on screen, and maybe it was silly, but she’d been looking forward to this for a long time and didn’t want to spend the last part of it thinking about how badly she needed to pee.

Suddenly, she had an idea. It was risky, and she hesitated a good moment before acting on it. Separating her head from her body inevitably led to problems, but desperate times called for desperate measures. She took a deep breath and thought carefully through the route to the toilets in her mind. They weren’t far from her theater, and if she picked her way slowly along the wall, she was confident she could make it there and relieve herself without any trouble. That in mind, she set her head down in her chair, and willed her body to the door as quickly as she could while keeping her pale blue thighs pressed tightly together. She did her best to focus on the rest of the movie while feeling her way along the wall to the bathroom. Thus distracted, she didn’t even notice another patron come down from the back rows and leave immediately after her body.

Doppel silently chuckled to herself. She hadn’t been 100% sure this is what the dullahan would do, but she was glad she’d planned for it. This was where Zombina came in. She followed Lala’s body out into the hall, and when she saw her blindly feeling her way down the wall, taking small, tight, waddly steps, she couldn’t help but grin. She wasn’t as much of a prankster as Doppel, but she had to admit this was fun. She’d been getting kinda antsy removed from the action at the back of the theater, but seeing the headless girl silently struggle with her desperation, she was pretty cute. The body had almost made it to the bathrooms, and now it was time for Zombina to throw a wrench in the poor girl’s plan. She gently, but firmly, shouldered Lala’s body against the wall, and as she bounced off, spun around with her a few times before depositing her in the middle of the hallway. When the headless body stopped moving, she bent at the waist, shoved both hands between her legs, and stood very still, breathing hard.

Back in the theater, Lala’s face flushed a bright red as she hoped that no one had heard her quick squeal of desperation. So much for enjoying the end of the movie without distraction. She didn’t know what had happened, but someone had jostled her something fierce, not only cranking her bladder’s urgency to critical levels for a moment, nearly making her leak in her panties, but completely disorienting her. She had been almost certain she was nearly to the bathroom door when it happened, but all the movement out of her control, on top of the shock, had destroyed her bearings. She didn’t know if she was facing the theater or the toilets, or if she had stumbled past the bathroom in the confusion. The more she thought about her current predicament, the more her dread increased. Without her eyes, whether she tried to find her way to the bathroom, or back to the theater to retrieve her head, she could wind up more lost than ever, which would be disastrous considering the state of her bladder. Behind her, Doppel was biting her lip trying not to laugh at the dullahan’s obviously flustered state. Whatever Zombina had done had apparently worked.

Out in the hall, Zombina watched Lala’s body, amused as it pee danced in the middle of the hall, unaware of the curious looks she drew from passersby. Eventually it took a few tentative steps to the left until it felt the wall, where it came to a rest, crossing its legs, bending slightly at the waist, and folding her hands in front of her lap, firmly pressing them against her crotch. In this position, she squirmed slightly, and Zombina once again thought of how cute this whole display was. She may have started out just going along with Doppel’s scheme on a whim, but now she was truly enjoying herself and wanted to keep this going.

The credits were rolling, but Lala would have to save being disappointed in how this outing had gone for later. For now, she had to focus on making sure she could get to a bathroom, quickly. She was quite desperate by this point. She wanted to ask someone else leaving the theater for help finding her body, but she was too shy and embarrassed to do so, and soon the theater was empty. She supposed that soon enough someone would come to clean the theater, and when the found her, she could ask them. She didn’t relish the idea, but at least it was a guarantee that she would have someone along who could help her sooner rather than later.

And normally she would’ve been right. But Doppel and Zombina had other plans. After rendezvousing in the hallway, Doppel remarked on Lala’s pronounced increase in squirminess.

“Wow, our little plaything’s really struggling, huh?”

“Hehe, sure is.” Zombina replied. “Not gonna lie, I wanna keep this going. Any ideas?”

“Hmmmm…well, we’ve got some time until the next screening in that particular theater…yeah…yeah, I think we can make this work. You keep an eye on little miss headless, I’ll run interference and keep in touch.”

“You got it.” the zombie replied with a wink and a thumbs up.

As she walked back to the theater, Doppel shifted her form to that of someone else she’d seen working in the building, intercepting the young man about to head in with cleaning supplies.

“Hey, I got this one, you go ahead and take your break early.”

“You sure?…Well, thanks! Much appreciated!”

Doppel took the equipment through the door, but stayed in the entryway, biding her time and keeping abreast of the state Lala’s body was in via text with Zombina. She felt kinda bad for the kid, who would surely be chewed out later for slacking off. Oh well. Zombina was right, this was too much fun to stop now.

After 15 minutes, Lala was sweating nervously in her chair. She was really struggling to hold it now, and was certain someone should have made the rounds to clean by now. She’d thought she heard the door some time ago, but no one had actually come in, so she was left alone, whimpering with the effort of not wetting herself in public. Worse than that, she was at a loss of what to do. If no one came in and found her, her only options were pretty much to wander, deaf, blind, and mute through the area, hoping she was lucky enough to stumble into a bathroom in time, which wasn’t a gamble she was keen on taking, or wet herself where she stood and wait until someone noticed, called security on her, they checked her host address and called Kimihito out to collect her, which would be so horrible she scarcely dared entertain the thought.

Wait a minute…She thought. Kimihito! He could help! She didn’t exactly want him aware of her situation, but he’d already seen her wet herself, if she could stand asking anyone for help bailing her out of a desperate situation, it was him. Carefully removing one hand from between her legs and squeezing her thighs extra hard together to compensate, she removed her phone from her jacket pocket and opened it (she still used a flip phone for situations just like this. It was easier to use an analog keyboard robbed of her senses than a touch screen), carefully typing out Kimihito’s number. When she’d dialed it she held the phone up…to where her ear would have been, if her head were on her shoulders. She cursed her bladder for ruining her ability to think straight, and as if in response to her frustration, she leaked just a little bit. In her seat, Lala’s head whined desperately and tears started forming in her eyes, and in the hall her other hand flew back to her crotch and she frantically stepped in place in an effort to keep dry.

Zombina had been having a good laugh when the headless body tried calling someone on the phone, but was shocked by its sudden explosion of movement. She had been squirming pretty consistently this whole time, but this kind of dancing was something else, Zombina could tell it was much more urgent. She had no way to check, but suspected the headless girl might have just wet herself a little. That thought made it real for her in a way it hadn’t been so far and she started feeling like they’d taken this far enough and it was time to lead the poor thing to a toilet. She was distracted from this train of thought by a familiar voice, coming from the floor. Zombina realized Lala had dropped her phone and someone had picked up. She grabbed it from the floor and said

“Yo, who is this?”

“…Lala? No, wait…Zombina? Is that you? What are you doing with Lala’s phone?”

“Oh, hey babe! Well, it’s kind of a long story…”

While this conversation was going on, Lala was recovering from her leak and realizing with awful dread that she had dropped her phone, her last lifeline. She knew bending over to to try to find it would only crush her overfilled bladder and her chances of actually finding it were none to slim. Shedding a tear at the indignity of it all, she made a decision. She was going to just feel her way along this wall and open every door she came across until one of them turned out to be a bathroom or some kind stranger caught onto her predicament and led her to one. The perfect plan? Far from it. But she was so desperate she’d try anything. And in the quite likely event she flooded her panties before making it to a bathroom…well, somehow it felt better for her body to be as far from her head as possible in that case. So she gingerly uncrossed her legs, once again took a had from her crotch to feel the wall, and started feeling her way along it.

“So yeah, I’m just keepin’ an eye on her body, and Doppel’s out looking for her head.”

Zombina had told Kimihto why they’d been tailing Lala, but neglected to mention the dire straits they’d put her in. No reason he needed to know, once they hung up she’d tell Doppel she clearly wasn’t gonna last much longer and lead her to-

“Oh, shit…”

Zombina had just glanced over at Lala to check on her and found herself staring at the wall. There was some joke about losing one’s head if it wasn’t screwed on to be made here, but Zombina didn’t have time to be witty.

“Uh, babe, I’m gonna have to call you back.”

She flipped the phone closed, and as she started running down the hall, frantically looking for the headless girl in black, pulled out her own and hurriedly called Doppel.

Her phone ringing startled the hell out of both Doppel and Lala. The former hurriedly answered and quietly growled “What?! You’re gonna give me away, you idiot!” and the latter called out a tentative “Hello…? Is someone there…?”

“Dude, forget being stealthy, I lost the girl, and last I saw her she looked like she was about to piss herself.”

“Oh shit…”

“Yeah, exactly, you need to get the rest of her and help me find her body, fucking fast.”

Now Doppel was getting worried. The fun thing about pranks was being in control of the situation, and the situation was decidedly out of her control now. She had never intended to let the girl wet herself, she wasn’t that cruel, but if she did now, it would certainly be her fault, and she didn’t want that on her conscience, let alone to have to explain it to Miss Smith.

Not bothering to change form, she ran into the theater proper and picked up Lala’s head, cradling it under her arm like a football. The flustered dullahan tripped over words trying to ask what was happening, but Doppel quickly explained,

“Don’t worry, I’m a friend, I’m gonna try to help you find your body, stay wherever you are.”

Lala was stunned, and had a million and one questions, but for now had to pee too badly to bother asking any of them, so instead she simply said

“Please just find it fast…” and silently prayed she could hold it just a little bit longer.

Doppel nodded, running as fast as she could while trying not to jostle Lala’s head too much and brought her phone back to her ear, asking Zombina

“Did you find her yet?”

“No, I’m checking outside now…shit, there’s a lot of people, it’s hard to…wait, hang on, I think I might see her at the corner!”

Zombina made her way through the crowd to investigate.

“My partner might have spotted you, just hang on.”

“Ahh!!! Hnnh!…”

“What, what’s wrong?”

“It’s not…I can’t…I’m…”

Doppel could feel the girl’s tears against her skin and all things considered knew it didn’t bode well. She put the phone back to her ear.

“Z, fuckin’ tell me you found her…Z? Z?!”

As she approached the corner she thought she might’ve seen a scrap of black fabric around, she was relieved to see that it was, in fact, little miss headless. But that relief died in her mouth when she saw a not insignificant amount of liquid running down the back of her thighs. It appeared she hadn’t completely lost control yet, but she obviously didn’t have much time left. Her right hand was braced against the wall, her left was buried deep in her crotch, frantically rubbing against it, her thighs pressed together for dear life with her calves splayed apart, one foot rhythmically stomping the pavement. She was about to tell Doppel to haul ass, but she now realized that they were right out front of a small chain coffee shop. Zombina could see through the glass facade that they had a bathroom, and decided to take the initiative. Hanging up on Doppel, she put one hand on Lala’s elbow and put her other arm around her shoulders, leading her quickly and just keeping her fingers crossed that the movement wouldn’t be too much for her bladder.

There was only one gender-neutral bathroom, apparently for a single occupant. There was a small line, but as luck would have it someone was exiting as they approached. Before the next person could think too hard about going in themselves, Zombina pulled out her badge, which she really hadn’t thought she’d need, and shouted,

“Official M.O.N. business, get the fuck out of my way!!!” When the smoke cleared, Zombina would recall that that felt just as badass as she’d always imagined it would.

The people in line were too startled to disobey, and the zombie and dullahan entered the bathroom unimpeded. After quickly shutting and locking the door, Zombina led the frantically squirming headless girl to the toilet, reached under her skirt on her hips, ripped her underwear down to her knees, and sat her down. There was a slight pause as the absent head worked to catch up with what was happening, followed by a tentative trickle, as if she still wasn’t totally sure she was allowed to pee here, before finally giving way to a gushing torrent. This torrent lasted so long that Zombina had time to breathe a sigh of relief that they hadn’t made the poor thing wet herself, reflect that this was the closest thing she’d had to an adrenaline rush in a long damn time, and then come back to reality and think holy shit, she’s STILL going?! Fuck me…now I really feel bad…I don’t think I ever peed that much in my life. OR my death. I’m impressed…She’d thought the display of desperation had been cute, but this was just stirring something up within her, and she blushed, thinking maybe she should cover her ears, but not making any move to actually do so.

Eventually Lala’s stream tapered back down to a trickle and finally stopped. Zombina tore off a few squares of toilet paper and placed them in her hands, looking away as she wiped herself off between her legs. She then felt around her ankles for her underwear and pulled them back on as she stood up. Zombina pressed the lever on the toilet and led the dullahan to the sink, helping her step by step through the process of washing and drying her hands. Finally she put her arm around her shoulder again and led her out of the door, calling to the other confused, concerned, and/or curious patrons

“Sorry ‘bout that, folks. Carry on.” as they exited the shop.

Once outside, Zombina called Doppel back, prepared to explain what had happened, but instead her greeting was

“So I guess she made it?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

“Well, after you hung up, she started acting all confused, but then pretty soon after that she started making noises that’d make a succubus blush, and I hoped if she was enjoying it that much it meant she wasn’t pissing herself.”

“Right on the money. We were cutting it close, but it all worked out.”

“Well thank god for that. Meet me back here, we can deal with explaining ourselves.”

“On my way.”

For her part in all this, Lala’s feelings were mixed. After she had leaked enough to get her hand wet, she’d lost all hope and nearly just let go entirely, but then someone had apparently led her to a toilet and she’d made it (relatively speaking), after all. She could still hardly believe it, and didn’t think she’d ever relished a trip to the bathroom so deeply. But now that the wave of pleasure at finally having sweet relief was subsiding, she was feeling prickles of anxiety and embarrassment. The stranger holding her head claimed to be a friend, but friend or no, she had, to borrow the stranger’s phrase, “made noises that would make a succubus blush”, which was plenty embarrassing on its own, but on top of that, if she interpreted their conversation right, this stranger’s partner had been the one to lead her to the bathroom, and while she was grateful for that, she was now realizing it meant whoever this mysterious partner was, they had seen and heard the entirety of her peeing, to say nothing of taken her underwear off and helped her wash her hands afterward. The thought of it all set her cheeks on fire. But the embarrassment gave way to surprise and confusion when her body was led into the lobby of the theater by someone she recognized, the zombie girl from M.O.N. As she was processing this, the flesh supporting her chin shifted, and when she looked sideways at the stranger’s body, she saw it was now naked, with light brown skin, and long, silky white hair. Another M.O.N. member. What was going on? Doppel handed Lala’s head to her body, who took it in her own hands and nestled it in the scarf atop her shoulders. Once she had her bearings, she looked at Zombina and Doppel, who were shuffling their feet and looking at the floor sheepishly. For a moment, none of them said anything. Finally Zombina spoke up.

“So, uh…full disclosure, it’s kinda…our fault, that you, um…were in that situation…”

“It was my idea.” Doppel admitted. “If you have to blame anyone, blame me. I definitely wouldn’t blame you if you tell Smith.”

“It’s not like she forced me to go along with it, though. I’m just as responsible, and I’m really, really sorry.”

“I’m really sorry too.”

Both of the M.O.N. girls were bowing deeply, and as Lala processed what they were saying, she mostly felt a mixture of boiling, resentful embarrassment and chilly, spiteful anger. But, grappling with the questions she still had about why they were even here, and how exactly they could’ve been responsible for overfilling her bladder, it was hard to let the anger overwhelm her, and she was forced to accept that they both seemed genuinely remorseful, and she couldn’t deny that without Zombina, she undoubtedly would’ve wet herself in public, so things could have gone much, much worse. After a long moment of contemplation, she said

“I have two questions…” Zombina and Doppel looked up expectantly.

“…Do you promise not to do anything like this again?”

Both girls nodded vigorously.

“Do you promise not to…tell anyone?”

“Oh, of course, that goes without saying.”

“Sweety, I would never, don’t worry.”

“…very well. Let that be the end of it.”

Relief washed over both girls faces, and they reiterated how sorry they were, in the middle of which, something over Lala’s shoulder caught Zombina’s eye and she called

“Babe! What’re you doin’ here?”

Panicked, Lala turned around, and indeed saw Kimihtio near the doors, now approaching them. She hid behind Zombina, worried that, though her skirt was pitch black, he might somehow be able to tell it was more than a bit wet at the crotch.

“Well, the way you hung up so suddenly, I got worried Lala might be lost, so I thought I’d come just in case you guys needed help searching. But it looks like everything’s fine?”

Lala blushed and looked at the floor thinking of the implications of that question. But the fact that he’d come to help after all without a second thought, not even knowing the situation eased her anxiety somewhat. Zombina answered Kimihito,

“Yup! All clear, babe. Sorry to worry ya.”

“No, that’s fine, as long as it all worked out. Well, Lala, if you want, I can walk back to the house with you? Or I can just meet you there if you’re still busy.”

Lala looked up from the floor at Kimihito’s earnest smile.

“…very well. Let us return.”

“Sure thing.”

“Ah!”

“What’s up?”

Lala opened her mouth to say something, but seemed to get caught looking for words. She blushed, and shifted her weight slightly from foot to foot. At least, she simply said,

“Wait.”

Before turning around and walking decisively in the direction of the bathrooms. The three left behind each blushed and looked elsewhere until she returned to them and then left with Kimihito.

A few days later, as Lala spent the afternoon in her darkened room reading, Kimihito knocked on her door.

“Hey Lala, you’ve got some mail.” he called.

Confused, she crossed to the door and took the envelope from Kimihito. Once he had moved on to hand out the rest, she closed her door and examined the letter. It had no return address, so someone must have dropped it in their mailbox directly. Curious, she opened it and removed the contents. There was a small note that read Sorry again about ruining the other night for you. We know these can’t make up for it, but they’re good for whenever, we won’t distract you this time <3 D + Z and two free passes to the same movie theater. She smiled to herself before wondering why there were two, then she realized she’d have to take Kimihito if she didn’t want to apply for a solo pass again. Well…maybe that wouldn’t be so bad…She thought.