Tricks and Treats by ImoutoCommissions

   Max, Molly, Gina, and Mia are excited for their first Halloween. 
Since it's a holiday that's not
   celebrated in Johto or Hoenn, it's during their time traveling 
through the Unova region that they're
   able to celebrate it for the first time, and all four of them are 
incredibly excited to get to go trick or
   treating for the very first time. They've all agreed on Pokemon 
themed costumes for the night,
   with ones that both match their signature color as well as their home 
regions Pokedex.

   With Gina as Minun and Mia as Plusle, they're actually rather easy to 
tell apart for a change, once
   you know which is which. Molly, on the other hand, is dressed as an 
Azumarill, and though the
   logical part of Max, who spends so much of his spare time studying 
Pokemon, knows that the
   skintight fit of the costume really suits a Vaporeon or a Lopunny 
better, the more hormonal part
   of him really appreciates the way it looks on her, so he can't 
complain at all.

   Max himself wanted to be a Kecleon, but the girls overruled that, 
claiming that, since he's
   impregnated all of them, he has to be a Pokemon from the same egg 
group. And that is how he
   ends up dressed as a Roselia, very much against his will. He thinks 
that the flowery Pokemon is
   far too girly for him, but they insist, leaving him very embarrassed 
to have anyone see him in a
   costume like this when the big night is finally upon him.

   "Come on, just come out," Molly insists, before finally dragging him 
out in his costume, his face
   visibly red as the girls coo over just how cute they think he is.

"Everyone is going to think I'm your gay friend, not your boyfriend," 
he says with a pout, sagging his shoulders.

It's then that May enters the room, wearing a Blaziken costume, and she 
giggles. "Don't worry, Max. Either way everyone is going to think that 
you look super cute!" she teases, and he groans. "Come on, everyone get 
together so I can take your picture!"

After they pose together and get their pictures taken, May insists that 
she can handle watching the kids for the night and handing out candy 
while they have the chance to enjoy themselves, and she sends them off 
on her way. The four of them don't take too much convincing, all already 
so excited that they can hardly sit still.

Once they're out on the streets, the girls get quite a bit of stares, 
particularly from other boys. Their costumes hug their curves quite a 
bit more than the costumes of most girls their age, which is what earns 
them so much attention, and Max can't help but feel a little jealous at 
all the looks they get from other boys. Still, he knows that all of his 
little MILFs would rather screw him senseless than look twice at anyone 
else on the streets, so he supposes he has every right to be proud, 
instead.

It isn't long into their walk that they start to feel heaviness in their 
bladders. All of them had quite a bit of soda before they got into 
costume, and all agreed not to visit the bathroom before they were done 
collecting candy. Naturally, this is beginning to affect them rather 
quickly, but they all do what they can to ignore it. With all their 
practice, it isn't very hard to conceal it from the people they pass on 
the street, at the very least. Still, they all know each other well 
enough to be able to notice small signs of desperation in others, and 
they're soon all feeling pretty aroused. The question on all of their 
minds is if they're going to make it through the night with dry costumes 
or not.

Naturally, it's the twins who first begin to show signs, and even with 
all the experience they have now, they still have the least experience 
of everyone present, and they still struggle from time to time. It 
really doesn't take them long to become obvious in this, where even 
onlookers would be able to guess exactly what it is that they're 
squirming about.

In fact, from time to time, people passing out candy to them ask the 
twins if they'd like to use the bathroom, but the girls deny the offer 
every time, not wanting to be the weak ones who give in so easily. They 
all agreed to not go to the bathroom throughout the whole excursion, and 
that's exactly what the girls intend to keep up with.

Eventually, Mia asks, "Hey, Max? Would it count as avoiding the bathroom 
if I squatted in the bushes? Or would that be breaking the rules?"

Max takes a moment to think about this before he responds. "I think 
that's alright," he finally says. "What do you think, Molly?"

She considers it as well before saying, "Well, remember your costumes 
zip in the back, so you'd have to get almost completely naked to keep 
them dry in the process."

"I guess I'm the lucky one!" Max brags. "My costume has a full fly, I 
could just whip it out with no trouble!"

"You better not!" Gina protests.

"I'll never forgive you!" adds Mia.

Even Molly, who is starting to really feel it, threatens him with, 
"We'll all give you the worst case of blue balls imaginable if you even 
think about doing that." And so, Max backs off that idea fairly 
quickly.

The roses of his costumes conceal what his hands are doing as he presses 
one on each of the twins' bladders, and he asks, "Are you going to keep 
holding it or try to get naked? And with all these people around too."

Though it's a torturous decision, the twins reluctantly say that they're 
going to keep trying to hold it and that's the end of that. Even though 
they're absolutely bursting, they keep holding on as they continue their 
route to get candy. By the time they reach the last house on said route, 
the girls are incredibly relieved, knowing that it's almost over, and 
everyone can feel their bladders throbbing. Even Molly is nearing her 
limit by this point.

However, their relief is short lived as they remember that the walk back 
to the house they're renting is going to be just as long as their walk 
out here. That seems like an even more daunting task than this, but all 
they can do is start out. Halfway there, the twins stop and double over, 
and Molly is more than a little tempted to do the same.

"It's so bad," Mia whines, grabbing at herself and squirming.

"So, so bad," Gina agrees, her actions mirroring that of her twin. Molly 
watches them both and bites her lip, glad that she is just barely 
managing to hold onto her dignity. The twins eventually regain enough 
composure to stand upright, but only after they've both leaked a little 
bit. When they resume walking, they keep their arm over the other's 
shoulders for support.

A few more steps later, and they both drop their Pokeball candy buckets 
to grab at themselves again, trying to stop bigger leaks as they come. 
By now, it's apparent that they aren't going to make it, but still both 
girls try to do what they can to prevent that from happening. They even 
try grabbing at their twin instead, holding each other's crotch to try 
and stem the flow, and once they're able to walk again, they're even 
more cautious than before.

Neither one of them can ignore just how badly the situation has gotten 
for them, and their bladders are so overly full that it's absolutely 
agonizing. Both find themselves whining and whimpering more and more 
frequently as they try to keep up their steps and support one another, 
all without leaking again. Needless to say, they aren't successful in 
that part, and both leak several times, often at the same time, and no 
amount of support from their twin can make that better.

Neither wants to soak their costume, and neither wants to be the first 
one to give in. Molly is always holding it over their heads that she's 
able to hold it longer than them, and no matter how hard they try to 
train, it seems that they're never going to be able to catch up to her, 
and that she's always one step ahead of them. As for Max, just like from 
the beginning, he always seems completely in control, and it grows 
harder and harder for them to be able to impress him, or stand out to 
him at all. Even now, they know they're going to wet themselves before 
the night is over, and certainly before either Max or Molly reach their 
breaking points.

The walk back to the house seems to take an eternity, and once the 
building is in view, the twins, excited and desperate, break out in a 
run to try to reach it before it's too late. In the end, however, 
running off so suddenly is what spells their doom, and their bladders 
aren't able to handle the additional strain, and burst at last.

Gina and Mia cry out in unison, embracing each other in distress and 
falling to their knees as they wet themselves completely, sitting in 
their combined puddle, where it's impossible to tell where their 
individual messes begin and end.

Max and Molly both fidget while watching them, aroused but also 
tortured, their own bladders protesting and demanding the same kind of 
relief. They don't give the twins very long to catch their breath or 
recover before they're dragging them to their feet, wanting to hurry 
home to avoid the same fate.

Upon arriving, May takes a look at the soaking wet twins, and though she 
would normally tease them about having two more pissy girls to clean up, 
she's too exhausted from dealing with the babies as well as the 
trick-or-treaters to actually bother. Instead, she just lets the kids 
pass, sure that they're going to be up to plenty more shenanigans as the 
night goes on.

Max follows Molly as she runs for the bathroom, his mind now on 
something other than relief, though she is so close to wetting herself 
now that that's all she can think about.

"Please, please, please," she begs, help me unzip my costume as fast as 
you can!" And, though Max helps her unzip it, he draws that process out 
as long as he possibly can, leaving her squirming and whining for him to 
hurry up, that her bladder can't take much more of this. She feels like 
she could lose it at any moment, but even when Max has the zipper down, 
he isn't content to let her go, just like that.

Instead, he decides to take advantage of her lack of panties, and unzips 
his fly quickly, and suddenly bends her down and pushes his cock inside 
of her, a spurt escaping her in her surprise.

"Max!" she protests, moaning even as she does so.

"Shh," he murmurs, as he continues to help her out of her costume. 
However, it isn't to make it easier for her to pee; instead, he just 
wants better access to her breasts, still small even when swollen with 
milk. He gropes at one with one hand, and presses the other hand over 
her swollen bladder, fondling both while he fucks her.

Molly is torn between crying out in pleasure and praising him for how 
amazing his cock feels, and giving him an earful for not letting her pee 
even though the toilet is right in front of her.

Max doesn't have mercy on her, however, and continues to drive into her, 
making holding as difficult for her as he possibly can, teasing her for 
making it longer than the twins but still not being able to hold it like 
this, acting as if he doesn't realize it's his fault alone that she's on 
the brink of wetting herself now.

"Don't you want to keep proving yourself?" he asks, sounding so very 
smug as he does. "You've always had the superior bladder to both of 
them, do you really want to throw that away now?"

"It's different," she mumbles amidst her moans. "You're trying to make 
this difficult for me! Aren't you bursting by now too?"

Even though she knows she must be right, Max doesn't answer her, and 
that really only further confirms the fact that she is right. That being 
said, that doesn't do much to help with her current situation, and if 
he's able to keep holding it anyway, then it doesn't matter how bad off 
he is in comparison to her. All that matters is that he's going to make 
her wet herself now, whether she wants to or not.

The biggest problem is that she definitely doesn't want him to stop 
fucking her, which means that she's at a disadvantage in that she 
doesn't really want this to stop nearly as much as she claims. Max knows 
that, and is always able to use just how horny she is against her, just 
as he does with both of the twins. She wouldn't be able to get him to 
stop even if she really, really wanted to.

But still, to have him torment her like this right in front of the 
toilet, when she was so close to finally having relief...it all seems 
like too much, and she whines, "You're so cruel! You just wait until I 
tell the twins about this, and we'll get our revenge, just you wait, 
you'll get a punishment like you'll never forget."

"I don't know," he teases back, "that sounds an awful lot like an empty 
threat to me!"

"I always let you get away with way too much," she mutters. The 
conversation has done little to distract her from her bladder or from 
the pleasure, but she knows that as soon as she gives into the latter, 
she'll lose control of the former, but she also doesn't know what other 
options she has. She can only hold it for so long, and she can only 
resist Max for so long, and he knows her far too well by this point to 
let her off easy. There's no way that she's going to be able to hold it 
until he's ready to let her go; in fact, she isn't sure that he's ever 
going to be ready to let her go, considering she's very rarely made it 
during any of their games, and only then, it's only in victory over the 
twins. Without the twins here, anything is fair game for him.

"You can always give up, Molly," he says, punctuating it with a 
particularly harsh thrust aimed directly at her bladder, causing her to 
leak once again. "Won't it feel so good when you finally let go?"

"You're not going to get me to give in that easily," she says, but her 
voice is so strained that it doesn't sound particularly threatening, or 
even all that serious. Just as he doesn't take her promise of punishment 
seriously, he doesn't take this very seriously either, knowing that 
she's going to give in much easier than she thinks. He knows how she is 
and all of her weaknesses and all of her signs, and she has absolutely 
no chance of lasting, or even outlasting him.

"Whatever you say," is all he says, and she wants to be irritated that 
he doesn't take her seriously, but she knows that she can't really blame 
him. She wouldn't believe her in his position either.

Each thrust of his, aimed specifically at her overly full bladder, 
brings her one step closer to giving in and wetting herself, and she can 
tell that Max is close to finishing himself, because they're always very 
in sync with that. She knows that he's got to be close to losing control 
of his bladder as well, but he's always just that much more composed 
than her, that he can outlast her in situations like this. The only 
question now is whether he'll bring her to orgasm first or get her to 
wet herself first. Either way, they both know that the other won't be 
far behind whatever comes first.

"Just go ahead and come for me," he coos, "I know you want to. I bet 
it's killing you cos it feels so good, right?"

She wants to tell him that he's wrong, that she could resist him 
forever, but even as she thinks the words, she knows it's hopeless, that 
she's already there and that there's nothing she can do about it. As 
pleasure courses through her body, the spasms of her orgasm leave her 
weak just long enough for her bladder to finally relax, and she can't 
stop herself before she's absolutely gushing.

Max moans softly as he feels the warmth of her pee, and the tightening 
of her cunt, and he gives into his own pleasure then, coming inside of 
her while she's still trembling and emptying her bladder. As soon as 
he's done with that, he takes advantage of the chance to empty his own 
bladder, having waited far too long to relieve himself as well. He fills 
Molly until she's overflowing with his warm urine and they both moan 
together, relaxing in their relief after a very tense night.

It takes them a bit to recover from that, but once they have, they take 
the time to get cleaned up and change out of their costumes- now a 
little messy from all their fun, even though they were mostly out of 
them.

After that, they go back out to meet the twins, who've gotten cleaned 
up- and likely had some fun on their own- so that the four of them can 
dump out their candy hauls, and compare and trade and act a little bit 
more like kids for a little while. All in all, it's a successful 
trick-or-treat for all of them.