Potty training (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)
When Madoka finally woke up from her three-hour-long nap, her head still groggy, multiple things immediately became apparent to her.
1. The book she had been reading about the art of tea ceremony had been unengaging enough for her that she had actually managed to fall asleep to it. That was a first.
2. The book was still fine, even though she had fallen asleep right on top of it. Which was good. At least Hitomi wouldn't be upset with her.
3. She had managed to absentmindedly finish off her entire big bottle of water, while reading.
4. She needed to pee!
It was this last fact, the urgent, almost painful contractions of her bladder, that chased Madoka away from her bed and down the hallway, her walk more than a bit unsteady from her sleepiness... not to mention the fact that she had to actively hold an entire flood in which each new step.
She was so relieved when she finally reached the bathroom door...
...and then she found it locked.
With the sound of a running shower coming from inside.
After standing in place for a couple seconds and urgently fighting down the frustration and the shivers that said shower was triggering, Madoka was left with a bit of a problem. Namely that she was feeling her panties slowly but steadily grow warmer and needed to find an alternative solution, quick!
Should she visit their neighbors, ask them for permission to use their bathroom? But there was no guarantee that the neighbors were home and even if they were, what would they say? Could Madoka even survive that little trip, without accidentally letting go in the middle of the street?
Should she go outside into their garden, into a bush? She shook her head. No. No way! Her parents might get upset. Plus, Madoka would rather pee somewhere inside, in private.
Her trash can was also a no-go, as was any other type of container. She felt too self-conscious for it and just like with the bush, there was a good chance that her parents would notice and disapprove.
No, it had to be a toilet. She couldn't pee anywhere else.
......Wait.
...Yep, it was there. Unused and available. Laying visibly and proudly on the ground, in the middle of her little brother's bedroom.
His white, clean, swan-shaped potty, complete with a cute, little tail and a long neck, on which a big swan-head sat - with two handles sticking out on either side of said head, for little Tatsuya to hold on to.
It was cute. It was childish. It was way too embarrassing for Madoka's age.
And it was the only toilet available.
Madoka gulped. Could she do it? Should she do it? Using a potty, at her age, as a self-sufficient teenager?
It seemed so shameful. So risky. But......
A sudden spurt. Straight into her panties. Madoka quickly pressed her thighs closed, her body shuddering, and prayed that her pee wouldn't seep through her underwear and trickle directly onto mom's precious carpet.
It didn't. Instead, what little did manage to seep through flowed softly down her left leg, instead, into her sock. Madoka sighed in defeat.
...Potty it was, then.
Closing the door to Tatsuya's room slowly and quietly first, the pink-haired girl, with her thighs still firmly pressed together, awkwardly waddled towards it. Once she was standing over said potty, relief almost in her grasp and all control over her bladder about to give out at any second, she yanked her soiled panties down in one swift movement, stepped out of them and almost carelessly kicked the underwear out of the way.
Her bladder did not like that movement one bit.
Madoka gasped loudly, just as she felt her pee start to spray out of her, and quickly kneeled down. Her hands grabbed tightly onto the two handles next to the swan's head and she pressed her eyes shut in terror. Oh god, here it comes! She was about to make a mess-
...But once the initial panic over her loss of bladder control faded away, all Madoka was left with was... relief. And the steady sound of water hitting plastic.
She had knelt down just in time, her stream splashing right into the potty. A sigh of relief escaped the girl.
"...Madoka?"
The curious and innocent voice of her little brother sent the flinching teen right into another panic. When had Tatsuya entered the room?! And - oh god! - he was looking straight at Madoka's butt, at the urgent spray shooting out from underneath her skirt.
Feeling self-conscious, the teen immediately lowered herself further, until she was sitting properly on the potty. At least that way her brother couldn't see anything, though he sure as hell could hear the splashing going on.
Madoka's grip on the handles turned into a death grip.
Well, this was...... awkward.
What the hell was she supposed to do? To say? There was no way she could explain her actions away, or stop her peeing. She found herself stuck in place, held captive by her own bladder and her little brother's confused stare.
Don't look at me. Don't say anything. Please just go away...
But when Tatsuya finally turned away from her, trying to call for their parents instead, to show them what big sis was doing, Madoka's silent wish did an immediate 180.
"Ahh! Wait, d-don't go! Don't get mom and dad!!"
Again, Tatsuya looked at her in utter confusion, not quite understanding what his sister was panicking about so much. And Madoka kept sitting right where she was, staring back at him in mortification.
This was bad. She couldn't let him call for their parents. Madoka wouldn't survive the embarrassment...
Peeing. She had to stop her peeing. Any moment longer that she was sitting here was another moment that her little brother might change his mind and run outside, to tattle on her.
She couldn't let him tattle on her.
With a lot of effort and protesting from her bladder, the teen clamped down hard on her muscles. The noisy splashing instantly stopped, though it was now replaced by violent shivers all over her body.
Good. She had stopped the stream. That was one part done. All she needed to do, now, was to keep Tatsuya in place, while she got up...
"Please, Tatsuya, don't- Mnh! ...Don't... call them. Don't tell them. I-I'll buy you some candy later, okay? How-" A silent groan. "How about that?"
All Madoka needed to do was get up and get dressed and get out of here... So why......
Why was she unable to do that?
Why was her angry bladder now sending out constant spasms, that kept her locked in place, all of her concentration solely focused on keeping her pee inside?
Despite her best efforts - and she really, really tried - it didn't take long for the splashing inside the potty to start up again. First with some light dribbles... then a couple quick spurts...
And then Madoka was full-on peeing again, much to her everlasting shame.
With a sigh of pure defeat and her face on fire, she closed her eyes shut. She didn't try to fight her bladder a second time.
Just kept sitting in place for up to a minute, the loud splashing noise of her own desperation assaulting her ears, grabbing onto the handles for dear life and dreading the moment that one of her parents would walk in, or her brother would call for them again.
He didn't.
Tatsuya still seemed utterly confused and curious about Madoka's behavior, but the boy fully understood that he could get some free candy out of this, if he just did what his sister asked of him. And so he stayed put.
"Any candy?" He asked. Madoka, feeling hopeful, nodded eagerly. Maybe she could still walk out of this situation with her pride (somewhat) intact.
"Any candy."
The big and greedy grin that slowly spread across the boy's lips filled Madoka with a new form of dread. And then he was listing off a rapid plethora of sweets.
"I want some caramel! And lollipops! And ten mochi! Oh, and some chocolate cake! And also..."
Welp, Madoka might just have to kiss her money for this month goodbye. The teen hung her head in frustration, her bladder still going...
She was never gonna fall asleep reading a book ever again.