Gym Leader's Retreat by ImoutoCommissions

Every year, the female gym leaders from Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh 
would have a gathering, a retreat of sorts where they got away from 
their gyms for a little while and just enjoyed some girl time. 
Typically, they would go to a beach where they were able to reserve some 
of the beachfront for their weekend of fun and relaxation.

This year, everyone invited, with the exception of Fantina (who had a 
contest that weekend), was in attendance. Not to mention the addition of 
Tate, who never left Liza's side. The other girls did not mind him 
coming, seeing as he was still young, and they found the twin's 
closeness to be rather adorable.

One day, they were all out on the beach, enjoying themselves. Misty wore 
a light blue tankini, Erika wore a simple, yellow one piece, Janine wore 
a black one piece with a purple stripe, Sabrina wore a magenta bikini, 
Jasmine wore a yellow, ruffly one piece, Whitney wore a blue and pink 
bikini, Clair wore a navy one piece, Liza wore a light blue tankini with 
shorts as the bottom, while Tate wore the same shorts, Winona wore a 
lilac bikini, Flannery wore a black tankini, Roxanne wore a periwinkle 
one piece, Candice wore a light blue bikini, Maylene wore a white one 
piece, and Gardenia wore a green and orange bikini.

Though the whole point of the weekend was to get away from the gyms and 
the battles and all the work that came with that, it was a fact that all 
of these girls loved their Pokemon and loved battling with them, and it 
was only natural that there were quite a few battles going on at the 
beach one day.

It was all well and good, until one of the Pokemon attacks (and no one 
could really tell which one) misfired and did some property damage. Now, 
this wasn't uncommon, and pretty much all insurance plans covered for 
that sort of thing, but the building that got damaged was the only 
public bathroom for quite some distance.

They could not return to their hotel until a shuttle bus came to collect 
them, but several of them already had to pee a bit. Most notable was 
Whitney, who had been on her way to the bathroom when the attack had 
hit. She had had to go for a long time, but had been trapped in a battle 
of her own, and had to go so badly by this point that she was positively 
bursting.

Her desperation, combined with the shock caused by the destruction of 
that building, had caused her to leak quite a bit already. Her bathing 
suit had been mostly dry, as she had not been swimming for quite some 
time, but now the pink bottoms had a dark, wet patch on them.

Though she tried to hold back, she had already been at her very limit, 
and that wet patch grew as pee ran down her legs, splashing onto the 
sand. She was wetting herself, and though the other girls pretended not 
to notice, she knew they could all see it happening, even if no one was 
going to say anything.

They all knew that it wasn't exactly something she could have avoided, 
and that it could happen to anyone in that situation. Roxanne, Clair, 
and Gardenia were particularly sympathetic, as they too had felt the 
need to pee increasing for a while, and they all hoped they could make 
it until it was time to go back to the hotel.

This turn of events made Liza and Tate nervous in particular. Over time, 
they had learned that their telepathic connection meant that they felt 
everything the other twin felt- including fullness of the bladder. If 
one got desperate, the other would feel it, and if both were desperate, 
it became very hard for them to endure holding it.

Jasmine had not really thought about needing to pee before, but when it 
occurred to her that she would have no opportunity to do so, she started 
to notice how her bladder felt and wondered if she would be okay. While 
she was thinking about this, she heard a cry of distress and looked up 
to see that Gardenia's bathing suit was a lot wetter than before, as was 
the sand beneath her.

Two older girls had already wet themselves, so what chance did she 
stand? Still, she knew she had to do her best to make it until they 
could get back to the hotel. The twins were all telling themselves the 
same thing, insisting that, though they were young, they would try their 
hardest to hold out.

And while the kids were dealing with their problems, Janine was also 
experiencing some discomfort. She had told herself again and again that 
it was going to be fine, that she wouldn't even have to pee before the 
bus got back, but the panic must have affected her because she could now 
feel the telltale ache of her bladder.

Winona, meanwhile, had been completely calm about the whole thing. She 
hadn't even thought for a second that the problem could effect her, even 
when she started to feel a slight urge to pee. It was a slight one, 
after all, and it was only a few more hours until the bus would pick 
them up. She was sure that she would be just fine.

Roxanne began to get more and more noticeably desperate, and even 
started to head for the ocean, but after a heated speech from Misty 
about the water Pokemon that had to deal with enough pollution already, 
she hung back. But she could not last forever, and though she tried to 
ignore it, this only made her situation worse.

By distracting herself too much, she didn't really notice when she made 
it past a critical point, and then couldn't even attempt to stop herself 
from wetting her periwinkle bathing suit. Her eyes teared up and she 
avoided making eye contact with any of the other girls, but by this 
point, they were all used to seeing this sort of thing, and were 
honestly expecting it from some people.

In particular, Jasmine felt they were expecting it from her. She was so 
young and it was only natural, right? She squirmed, imagining everyone's 
eyes on her even though no one was really looking at her.

Liza and Tate would have felt the same pressure she did, were they not 
too preoccupied with the combined pressure they felt from one another. 
It was hard to really tell who was more desperate, and they supposed 
that meant they probably had to go equally badly. It was so hard when 
they had to go twice as badly as they should have, and seeing everyone 
lose control like that was only making it harder.

Even Misty, for all her preaching on not using the ocean, was starting 
to wish it was an option as she felt her bladder fill more and more. Of 
course, she was also an advocate of staying well-hydrated and was part 
of the reason everyone had to pee so badly and, of course, she was just 
as well-hydrated as the rest of them- maybe even more so.

That did not spell out a happy ending for her, but she knew that she of 
all people could not go back on what she had said about using the ocean. 
She would hold it, and she might even wet herself, but she wouldn't do 
the very thing she had insisted the other girls not do.

She noticed, while looking around and thinking about this, that Flannery 
had become very fidgety and nervous-looking. She had not said anything 
about it yet, but it was clear from the look on her face that she was 
panicking and probably had to pee pretty badly.

In fact, that seemed to be spreading quite a bit. Even Erika and 
Sabrina, for all their composure, could not really hide the fact that 
they had to go as well, and Clair looked like she was going to lose it 
at any moment. She was frantic, having given up all pretenses of looking 
under control in favor of grabbing herself to try and prevent the 
inevitable.

She had had to pee for quite some time now, and the wait was just too 
much for her. The others watched as the liquid ran down her legs, barely 
noticeable on her dark bathing suit. But the puddle forming in the sand 
made it very obvious what was going on with her.

Seeing all of this was too much for Jasmine. She was trying so hard not 
to let go, but her bladder was so incredibly full and the ocean was 
right there, splashing, and the other girls were wetting themselves, and 
it was just more than she could take. Even with her hands between her 
legs, even as she hopped around and squirmed, nothing was making her 
situation any better.

She could feel a few drops escape, and she wailed and moaned, doubling 
her efforts to hold it back. Tears sprang up in her eyes as she felt a 
bigger spurt leak out of her, dampening her yellow swimsuit. The dam had 
been broken, and the spurts just kept coming against her will.

Finally, the spurts came together in one big burst as her bladder 
emptied out. She sniffled, looking down to watch her bathing suit grow 
darker along with the sand beneath her. The relief felt great, but this 
was overshadowed by the humiliation of wetting herself in front of 
everyone like this.

Of course, as it had been with everyone, the others acted as though they 
had paid no attention to her accident. It was becoming so commonplace 
that many of them really had not. After seeing it with Clair, it was 
nothing for someone like Jasmine to lose control, and nobody wanted to 
make her feel bad, anyway.

Not only was she not the first to wet herself, but she would certainly 
not be the last. Both Erika and Janine were at the end of their ropes. 
Janine's panic had pushed her a bit too far, and Erika may have acted 
cool for a long time, but she had also been covering up her desperation 
for a long time, and both were soon doubled up, squirming as they fought 
against their bladders.

It was almost simultaneous when they lost complete control, and neither 
one was sure which start wetting herself first. Both were too 
preoccupied with their own problem to notice the other's until they had 
both finished soaking themselves at about the same time.

Janine's bathing suit, being black, didn't show much of the damage, but 
Erika's yellow one showed the dark patch rather clearly. Both stood in 
the same sandy puddles that had been popping up all over, and there was 
still no sign of the shuttle bus that would get them closer to being 
cleaned up or save the remaining girls the same humiliation.

Misty was aching with how desperate she was, and she didn't want to have 
to hurt herself holding it anymore if there really was no chance of her 
finding relief any time soon. She didn't know when they would get back 
to the hotel, but she did not think it was worth it to force herself to 
keep holding on.

She sat down in the sand, ignoring anyone who might have been looking at 
her, and tried to relax. One more puddle amongst many wouldn't change 
much, right? And so she let go, her pee soaking through the blue bottoms 
of her bathing suit before being absorbed by the sand beneath her.

The relief was instant and amazing as her bladder relaxed and emptied 
itself, so quickly that eventually the sand could not keep up with 
absorbing and she felt a deeper puddle forming around her. She couldn't 
hold back a sigh of relief, grinning a bit to herself as she finished 
wetting. She didn't know if anyone had noticed what she had done, but 
she felt so good that she did not care.

Meanwhile, Candice and Maylene had taken off by themselves, slightly 
apart from the rest of the gym leaders. They had become close friends 
over time, almost a bit closer than most friends, though neither had 
gotten up the nerve to try and make the step to enter a relationship.

"I really don't know if I'm going to be able to make it," said Candice, 
looking so nervous that it nearly broke Maylene's heart.

"Me neither," she said, nodding. "But we'll be okay! I know you're gonna 
be alright, you're strong!" Truth be told, Maylene was not sure at all. 
She was so desperate that she felt she would burst at any moment, and 
Candice looked like she was worse off! Still, she owed it to her friend 
to try to stay strong.

Their attention was so focused on one another that they did not notice 
Winona losing her own battle. But, then again, Winona had been so 
reserved about everything that no one had even noticed she was 
desperate, and few noticed her wetting herself at all.

But Liza and Tate had been near her when it happened, and both watched 
in horror as it did. The kids were nearing their limits, and it was so 
painful to have to feel as if they were nearing their limits twice over. 
There was a small comfort in the knowledge that half of the pain was not 
real, and that they were not as full as they felt, but that comfort did 
not go far.

And still Candice was growing more and more frantic, squirming in place 
as Maylene watched helplessly, unable to do anything to assist her dear 
friend. Not to mention, the situation in her own bladder made it 
incredibly hard to focus on anything else, even helping Candice. She 
kept up her reassuring words, but her voice grew more and more strained 
and she sounded less and less convincing.

They were torn out of their private conversation by a loud gasp from 
Sabrina. Of all the gym leaders, she was the one standing nearest to 
them, and they could plainly see the dark spot spreading on her magenta 
bikini bottoms. The sound of her pee splashing against the sand did not 
help matters at all.

Candice moaned quietly as she watched Sabrina wet herself, crossing her 
own legs tightly and mumbling, "I can't, I can't, I can't. I can't hold 
it, Maylene, I really can't anymore!"

Cringing at a painful throb from her bladder, Maylene said, "N-no, you 
can...I know you can, w-we both can and..." She trailed off, unable to 
continue speaking. She knew that neither would probably end up making 
it, but she fought against this knowledge both for her own sake and for 
the sake of making Candice feel better.

The two friends were losing quickly, but Maylene was a fighter and she 
would not stop encouraging Candice to not give up, nor would she herself 
give up until the bitter end, no matter how hard the challenge may be. 
It would not be a long ride on the shuttle bus, they just had to make it 
until it got there.

Liza and Tate shared the same goal, but it was an even more unrealistic 
one for the young twins. Their desperation was past the point of being 
critical, and they really were just too young to be expected to hold out 
for this long. Their efforts had been impressive, considering all who 
had lost control before them, but both were past the point of any hope 
for control.

They looked at one another, both hoping for comfort from their sibling 
only to be met with identical desperate stares, and the identical posing 
with their hand between their legs as they doubled over. If not for the 
subtle differences in appearance, they would look like mirror images of 
one another.

And so they began to wet themselves in perfect unison, dropping their 
hands as they did so and sighing in disappointment and relief. Their 
stream lasted for quite some time, a surprising amount for their small 
size. When it was finally over, they both looked down at what they had 
done with teary eyes, humiliated by their inability to wait.

But then they saw that their twin was about to cry, and all thoughts of 
worrying about themselves vanished. Liza embraced Tate and Tate embraced 
Liza, and the two went to every effort to comfort one another, holding 
on tight and whispering reassuring words to their sibling.

They were so wrapped up in one another that they did not notice the 
spectacle that Flannery put on as she reached her own limit.

"No, no, no, no," she cried, her voice panicked as she hopped from foot 
to foot with a hand between her legs. Her eyes were wide and her mouth 
hung agape, and she might have looked funny if nearly everyone else had 
not felt the exact same pain already. It was not surprising to anyone 
that a few lines of fluid began to make their way down her legs, 
spreading until they blended together, soaking her tankini bottoms and 
adding yet another puddle to the sand.

Again, Candice watched in horror, the sight and sound of it making her 
struggle that much more difficult, increasing her panic. She grabbed 
between her legs, whimpering pathetically. Maylene could not even speak, 
though it killed her to be unable to help in any way. She knew that she 
and her friend, the last ones left dry, wouldn't be left dry for long.

"No, please, no," Candice whispered, her voice breaking. Before Maylene 
could attempt to ask her if she was okay, she could see the light blue 
bikini turn to a darker shade and heard the pattering of Candice's pee 
hitting the sand. She whimpered again, the contents of her bladder 
gushing out rapidly. Maylene would have been impressed by how much she 
had held if she didn't feel so sorry for her and the sound didn't nearly 
push her to the same point.

And as she watched Candice wet herself and thought about the others who 
had before her, it hit Maylene all at once that she was the only one who 
had not done it. She was the last one standing, and in her current 
condition, she could not really do anything to comfort Candice. With 
nothing left to prove to anyone, and her desire to make her friend feel 
better about this, she was left with only one option.

Almost the instant Candice had finished wetting herself, Maylene relaxed 
her body and released all that she had fought to hold for so long. She 
was immediately overwhelmed by the glorious sensation of finally being 
able to let go and empty. It seemed to go on for ages, but eventually, 
the flow shortened and then stopped, and the ache in her bladder muscles 
faded.

She exchanged weak smiles with Candice, who did not look nearly as upset 
anymore. It had been an interesting day, and a retreat that none of them 
would likely forget any time soon, but all that mattered to Maylene was 
that she had kept her best friend happy.

Just as she was thinking this, she heard the familiar sound of the 
shuttle bus finally arriving.