The room was full of anticipation, the stakes not high but egos on the line. The Superfriends chatting amongst eachother except for two. No words were exchanged between them, the only sound breaking the silence as Lena adjusted her cards. Across the table, Alex leaned back in her chair, a smug grin playing on her lips. The stack of chips between them had been dwindling for hours, but neither woman was willing to back down. "Your move." Alex said, emphasizing the words with a teasing edge that made Lena's jaw tighten. Lena glanced at her cards again, fighting to keep her expression neutral. A flush. Not bad. But she'd seen Alex bluff before, and she wasn't about to fall for it again. She pushed a stack of chips forward, her voice cool and measured. "Raise." Alex raised an eyebrow, her grin widening. "Confident, are we?" She matched the bet without hesitation, adding a few extra chips for good measure. "Let's see if you can handle this round." Lena's fingers tapped against the table, her mind racing. She could feel the pressure building —not just from the game, but from the growing ache in her bladder. She'd been holding it for what felt like forever, too stubborn to admit weakness. The rules were clear: leave the table, and you forfeit. And Lena never forfeited.
She shifted slightly in her seat, crossing her legs under the table in an attempt to ease the discomfort. It didn't help. If anything, it made her more aware of how full she was, how every movement seemed to make the urge worse. She clenched her teeth, forcing herself to focus on the game.
Alex, meanwhile, seemed completely at ease. She lounged in her chair, one arm draped casually over the back, the other idly spinning a chip between her fingers.
Her eyes never left Lena's face, trying to read her every expression. "You're awfully quiet," she observed.
"Everything okay?"
"I'm fine," Lena snapped, her tone sharper than she intended. She winced internally, knowing she'd given Alex an opening. Sure enough, Alex's smirk deepened.
"Oh, really? Because you look a little... tense." Alex leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. "Something on your mind?"
"Just play the game, Alex," Lena muttered, avoiding her gaze. She reached for her glass of water, then thought better of it. The last thing she needed was more liquid adding to her already dire situation.
The next few rounds passed in tense silence, each woman meticulously studying their cards and each other.
Lena's desperation grew with every passing minute, her body betraying her stoic facade. She pressed her thighs together tightly, her foot tapping nervously under the table. She couldn't afford to lose focus— not now, not when she was so close to victory.
Finally, Alex laid down her hand with a flourish. "Full house," she announced, her confidence radiating through every word "Beat that!"
Lena's heart sank for a moment, but then she looked at her own cards again. A flush. Not as strong as a full house, but... wait. There was something off about Alex's expression, a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. Lena's lips curved into a slow smile. "Nice try," she said, laying her cards down one by one.
"But I think you'll find my flush is enough to take this pot."
Alex stared at the cards, her smirk faltering. For a moment, she looked genuinely surprised - then annoyed.
"Damn it," she muttered, pushing the chips toward Lena. "Guess I underestimated you."
"You always do," Lena replied, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She gathered the chips, savoring the small victory. But her triumph was short-lived. As she shifted in her seat again, the pressure in her bladder flared, making her bite her lip to stifle a gasp. This is unbearable, she thought, her mind racing. How much longer could she hold out?
Alex noticed the subtle change in her posture, a glint of mischief returning to her eyes. "You sure you're okay, Lena?" she asked, feigning concern. "You look... uncomfortable."
"I'm fine," Lena repeated through gritted teeth, though her voice wavered slightly. She couldn't let Alex see how much she was struggling. That would be admitting defeat, and Lena refused to lose.
Alex leaned back again, clearly enjoying herself. "You know, if you need to take a break, no one would blame you. We've been at this for hours."
Lena's eyes narrowed. "I don't need a break." Lie! That was a lie!
"Suit yourself," Alex said with a shrug, though her tone suggested she knew exactly what was going on. She dealt the next hand, her movements deliberately slow, drawing out the tension. "Your move."
Lena's hands trembled slightly as she picked up her cards. She could barely concentrate, her mind torn between the game and the relentless pressure in her lower abdomen. She glanced at the clock on the wall, hoping time would somehow speed up. No such luck.
The next few minutes were agony. Every shift of her weight, every deep breath she took seemed to make the ache worse. She could feel Alex's eyes on her, watching, waiting for her to crack. She's doing this on purpose, Lena realized, anger mixing with desperation. Alex was dragging out the game, exploiting her weakness.
But Lena wasn't about to give in. She'd faced far worse challenges in her life, and she wasn't about to let a simple bodily function defeat her. She squared her shoulders, forcing herself to meet Alex's gaze with steely determination. "I raise," she said, pushing another stack of chips forward.
Alex's grin widened. "Bold move. Let's see if you can back it up."
As the cards were revealed and the stakes climbed higher, Lena found herself on the edge of her seat —both figuratively and literally. She was so close to winning, so close to proving once and for all that she was better than Alex. But as the pressure inside her reached its breaking point, she realized there might be only one way to end this game.
And it wouldn't be pretty.
Lena clenched her teeth, her fingers trembling ever so slightly as she held her cards. The pressure in her lower abdomen was near unbearable now, a relentless reminder of her body's refusal to wait much longer. Across the table, Alex leaned back casually in her chair, radiating confidence as she studied Lena with that infuriating smirk. "You sure you don't want to fold? You look... uncomfortable."
"I'm fine," Lena snapped, her voice tighter than she intended. She shifted in her seat, crossing her legs tightly beneath the table. Just a little longer, she told herself. One more hand. That's all it will take. The pile of chips in front of her was growing — she was so close to winning.
Alex raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying Lena's struggle. "Alright then. I call." She slid her chips forward, locking eyes with Lena. "Let's see if you can handle the heat."
The cards were laid out on the table, and Lena's heart raced as she calculated the odds. A flush— she had a flush. It wasn't unbeatable, but it was strong. Strong enough, she hoped, to finally end this torturous game. But before Alex could reveal her hand, the sharp buzz of everyone's phone went off.
Lena hesitated, torn between looking at her phone and maintaining her focus on the game. Her bladder screamed at her, every second feeling like an eternity.
Kara's voice burst through her internal catastrophe, frantic and breathless. "There's an emergency. We need everyone at the DEO right now. Brainiac is back, and he's attacking downtown!"
Lena's stomach dropped. Brainiac. The thought of him wreaking havoc on National City sent a chill down her spine, even as her body reminded her of its own pressing crisis. "Kara, I-"
"It's all hands on deck, Lena!"
"Fine," she said through gritted teeth, "I'll be there."
Lena shot up, standing abruptly. Her movements were stiff, her legs trembling as she fought to maintain her composure.
She turned on her heel, forcing herself to walk calmly toward the door despite the agony coursing through her. Each step was excruciating, her thighs pressed together so tightly she could feel the muscles quivering. Just hold on, she told herself. You've been through worse. You can do this.
Her girlfriend had already flown over, wanting to get there asap.
By the time Lena arrived at the DEO, she was barely able to think straight. The pressure had reached a critical point, and every jostle of the elevator ride sent waves of discomfort through her. When the doors opened, she was greeted by chaos — agents rushing back and forth, monitors flashing with data, and Kara hovering near the center of the room in full Supergirl regalia.
"Lena! You made it!" Kara flew over to her, relief etched across her face. But as she took in Lena's appearance— the way she stood rigidly, her hands clenched into fists at her sides —her expression shifted to concern. "Are you okay? You 1ook... pale."
"I'm fine," Lena lied, her voice strained.
"What's the situation?"
Kara hesitated, clearly unconvinced, but another agent called out to her, pulling her attention away. "We're coordinating the team now. I need you on comms — you're our best strategist."
Lena nodded, clenching her jaw as she made her way to the control station.
Sitting down was out of the question; instead, she leaned heavily against the console, her arms braced against the edge for support. She slipped a headset over her ears, tuning into the chatter of the Superfriends as they prepared for battle.
"Alex, Winn, you're on ground support.
James and J'onn, I need you in the air.
Keep Brainiac distracted while I figure out how to shut him down." Kara's voice was steady and commanding, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions raging inside Lena.
"Copy that," Alex's voice came through the comms, and Lena's stomach twisted.
Of course Alex would be out there, in the thick of it, while Lena was stuck here, fighting her own private battle.
Minutes ticked by in a blur as the team engaged Brainiac. Lena did her best to focus, her sharp mind analyzing the data streaming across the screens in front of her. But it was nearly impossible to concentrate with the relentless pressure building inside her. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her breathing shallow and uneven.
"Lena, are you there?" Kara's voice crackled in her ear, snapping her back to attention.
"Yes," Lena replied quickly, her voice tight. "What do you need?"
"We need a way to disrupt his energy core. If we overload it, we can weaken him."
Lena's eyes darted across the screens, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she searched for a solution. "Give me... give me a minute."
"Hurry, Lena. We're running out of time."
Her pulse quickened, beads of sweat forming on her brow as she worked.
Every keystroke felt like an eternity, her body betraying her at every turn. Finally, she found what she was looking for. "Got it. There's a frequency modulator embedded in his core. If you can access it, I can send a signal to destabilize it."
"Perfect. Stand by."
As Kara relayed the instructions to the team, Lena sagged against the console, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She clenched her teeth, fighting to keep herself together. Just a little longer, she thought. You can do this.
The comms crackled to life, Kara's voice breaking through the static. "Lena, I'm going in. Be ready on your end."
Lena nodded, though no one could see her. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, trembling with both anticipation and a far more pressing need. She shifted in her seat, crossing and recrossing her legs as if that would somehow alleviate the growing pressure in her bladder. God, why did I drink so much coffee today? she thought, biting her lower lip hard enough to leave tiny crescent marks.
"Roger that," she managed, her voice tight, now having to sit down to concentrate. She leaned forward slightly, hoping the edge of the console might provide some relief, but it only made things worse. Her breath hitched, and she quickly sat back up, clenching her thighs together with all her strength.
The chair creaked under her weight as she squirmed, unable to find a position that didn't make her feel like she was about to burst.
"You okay, Lena?" Kara's voice was laced with concern, even as the sound of her fists colliding with Brainiac's metallic shell echoed through the comms.
"Fine," Lena lied, her voice higher-pitched than usual. She forced a laugh, though it came out more like a strained gasp. "Just... focused. You know how I get."
Kara chuckled, but there was still a hint of worry in her tone. "Right. Well, keep me updated. I'm closing in on the modulator."
Lena exhaled sharply, her eyes darting to the clock on the wall. Every second felt like an eternity, each tick of the minute hand sending a fresh wave of desperation through her body. She pressed her thighs together tighter, bouncing her knee slightly in a futile attempt to distract herself. Keep it together, she thought furiously. You can't lose focus now.
But it was impossible to ignore the way her stomach churned, the way her pulse pounded in her ears, the way every fiber of her being screamed for release. She clenched her jaw, her hands gripping the edge of the console so tightly her knuckles turned white. The room felt impossibly hot, sweat beading at her temples as she struggled to maintain her composure.
"Lena!" Kara's voice cut through her haze, sharp and urgent. "I need that signal now!"
Startled, Lena jolted upright, her entire body protesting the sudden movement. A small, involuntary noise escaped her lips—half a gasp, half a whimper —before she quickly masked it with a cough. "On it," she said, her voice strained as she forced her hands to steady long enough to type in the command. She was honestly suprised she was still dry.
Her heart raced as she sent the signal, her fingers flying over the keys despite the way her body trembled. The screen flickered once, twice, then lit up with confirmation. "It's done," she breathed, slumping back in her chair. She allowed herself just a moment to close her eyes, to take a shaky breath, before another sharp pang in her abdomen had her sitting bolt upright again.
"Perfect!" Kara exclaimed, her voice triumphant. There was a loud crash, followed by the unmistakable sound of something heavy hitting the ground.
"Got him! He's down!"
Lena let out a shaky laugh, though it sounded more like a sob. "Good job," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper. Her entire body was screaming at her now, the pressure building to an unbearable level. She bit her lip so hard she tasted blood, her legs shaking violently as she fought to keep herself from making a mess right there in the DEO.
"Lena?" Kara's tone shifted
immediately, the victory in her voice replaced with concern. "Are you sure you're okay? You sound... off."
"I'm fine," Lena snapped, sharper than she intended. She winced, instantly regretting her tone. "I mean... I'm fine, Kara. Really. Just... tired."
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Lena could practically hear Kara's frown. "Okay," Kara said slowly, clearly not convinced. "I'll be there in two minutes. Hang tight."
Two minutes. Lena groaned inwardly, dropping her head into her hands. Two minutes felt like an impossible stretch when every second was agony. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to hold on just a little longer. Her hand instinctively went to hold her crotch, immediately chastising herself for acting like a child, but unable to remove it. "Hurry," she muttered under her breath, though she knew Kara couldn't hear her. "Please hurry." Please, I'm going to wet myself!
The sound of wind rushing past filled the comms as Kara took flight, the rhythmic whooshing doing nothing to calm Lena's nerves. She rocked back and forth in her chair, her hands clutching the armrests as if they were the only thing keeping her grounded. Her mind raced, trying to think of anything-anything-to distract herself, but it was impossible.
The need was too overwhelming, too insistent, consuming every thought.
She began shimmying around in desperation, shifting her hips forward and backwards, bobbing up and down.
When the door finally slid open and Kara stepped inside, Lena nearly wept with relief. But the sight of her girlfriend, clad in her Supergirl suit with her hair slightly disheveled from the fight, did nothing to ease the tension coiled tightly in her gut.
"Lena!" Kara rushed to her side, her blue eyes wide with worry. "What's wrong? Are you hurt? Do you need —"
"Not hurt," she said quickly, her voice shaking. She stood up, though her legs felt like jelly beneath her. "I just... I need to—" She broke off, her face flushing crimson. Kara blinked, confusion evident on her face.
Lena feels full to the brim, absolutely bursting at the seams, and she's not entirely sure she can make it to the restroom without having an accident. There's no way she'll be able to straighten up and compose herself in this state. It's physically impossible for her to behave normally without wetting herself uncontrollably, she needs Kara to fly her to her penthouse, she can't let anyone else see her like this.
"What? What do you need, Lena, talk to me." Kara pleaded with her.
Lena was too desperate to let her embarrassment win, "I need to use the bathroom, badly, and it would be a great help if you would fly me to my penthouse, I'm too much of a mess to just use the bathroom here," Her words became more desperate and pleading as they came out, "please, I can't hold it!"
Just as those last words came out, she leaked, "Take me now, please!" She could feel the tiny wet spot in her underwear.
Kara leaped into action and picked Lena up, leaving her gasping from the sudden movement as it caused another leak.
"Hold on," she murmured, her breath warm against Lena's ear. Lena clung to her, burying her face in Kara's shoulder as they shot into the air.
"Almost there," Kara whispered, her voice soothing despite the circumstances. "Just hang on a little longer."
Lena didn't respond, too busy concentrating on not letting go in more ways than one. Her nails dug into Kara's shoulders, her breathing shallow and uneven as they descended toward the nearest available restroom. The moment Kara set her down, Lena bolted for the balcony door, her steps hurried and unsteady.
The door didn't budge it was locked. The one fucking time I don't leave it unlocked!
"Kara, it's locked, shit! No! No! No! I can't hold it, Kara, I'm going to piss myself! This cannot be happening.
Lena's underwear was getting more and more wet by the minute and she swears she's never been more desperate for anything in her life.
"I have an idea, I'll quickly fly down to the entrance and let you in through the apartment." Genius, she was a genius.
"Okay, but hurry! HURRY!"
As Kara descended from the balcony, Lena immediately presses her legs against each other from shin to thigh, stopping any further leaks escaping as she's sure at this point it would be the whole dam.
30 seconds later and Kara has opened her front door, making a bee line for the balcony. By this time, Lena's leaking again but this time it's like a constant little stream, Kara can see that her blue jeans are starting to get darker and wetter.
As soon as Kara opens the door, Lena zips past her and straight to the bathroom, pulling her jeans and wet underwear down. The only sounds to be heard were ones of relief.