An Angels' Needs
 

Melora descended down onto the front step of the relatively large church complex, looking it up and down curiously. So this was the sort of building people used to worship. She wondered how many puddles the disgusting creatures left on the ground during worship. They had no control over themselves, useless mortals. She stepped forward, pushing open the church door and looking around for the priestess she had been assigned to. Much to her annoyance, one of her commanders had gotten fed up with her attitude, and now she was banished down to earth for who knows how long. Even then, she didn't need a caretaker! This was ridiculous. She felt a pair of strange urges that seemed somewhat pressing, but she ignored them. They weren't important now, she'd figure out what they were later.

The door to the church opened, a six and a half foot tall angel with fiery red hair and a greatsword across her back entered. She was dressed in perhaps a poor attempt at religious garb, tight white silk pants and a matching shirt with a golden embroidered cross on it, the fabric doing little to hide her impressive chest. As she stepped inside and looked around, her legs were unconsciously squirming and crossing, though she showed no signs of realizing it.

Mother Anna was busy praying - not something uncommon for the head of a nunnery, of course. She was only 30 years old, but already was recognized for her solid principles, strong faith and soft caring heart. It was no wonder, since all the time which she was not devoting to her religious duty and looking out for her nuns, mother Anna spent with children, numerous orphens she took a good care for in the nunnery.


Her dark modest habit more or less disguised Anna's fne figure, but culdn't completely hide the curves of her D-cup breasts and plump buttocks. Her face, the only open part of the nun's body, expect for teh palms, was beautiful and usually calm, maybe a bit strict for teh eyes of peopel who didn't know her.


Then the nuns informed her about the very special guest, the kneeling mother Anna stood up and hurried to the church doors. The apperence of an angel was not beyone imagination, but certainly it was a big deal. She bowed the the angel with great respect (though Anna couldn't help but notice she acted a lot like some of her wards then they needed to go potty).


"Please, accept my humble greetings, the holy one. I am mother Anna, the abbess of this nunnery. How can we serve you?" she asked softly.

Melora looked over the woman before her. The modest clothing was expected from a loyal follower. Probably black to hide when the poor humans bodily functions betrayed her. A likely occurrence from long hours of prayer, she assumed. She couldn't believe she was going to have to explain to this...mortal that she was to be placed under her care to learn lessons of humility. She wasn't really supposed to lie, but...she wasn't supposed to think like she did either, apparently.

"I've been sent to earth for an important mission. I was told to stay with you during my time on earth, Anna. My name is Melora and my role is battle angel. You may rise, child."

As she spoke, unbeknownst to Melora, the angel began leaking. The first long spurt left a splotch of wetness clearly visible on her white pants, the fabric transparent enough to reveal her golden silk panties beneath. As she spoke she continued to leak, the wet spot growing larger on the next, and a third leak leaving a damp trail starting down one of her legs.A soft fart escaped her botyom,zaphon her bowels equally full and beyind her awareness. She showed no signs of realization of her desperation or loss of control.

Anna stood up and first thing she saw was the noticable wet spot on the angel's pants. It seemed to be growing fast. Melora looked like nothing was happening at all. The nun was not too experienced with celestial beings, bu from her knowledge they should not have human bodily functions at all, not to mention pissing their pants in public like it was nothing.



"Ahem... Melora, if you wish to visit the nunnery's restroom before continueing this discussion, I can show you the way right now." Anna offered as softy as she could, trying not to stare at the yellow spot. "I can surely learn about your mission once you're, m-m-m, finished."

"What? I don't need silly human facilities. Why would you suggest such a thing? What I need is a place to stay, some supplies..."

She was actually somewhat unsure what she would do once she set up base here. She couldn't go back until she "learned some humility" and she wasn't sure how to go about doing such a thing.

As the angel continued talking, her bladder continued leaking. The wet patch grew ever larger as a constant trickle escaped her bladder, her legs growing wet and her pants starting to get saturated. A trickle from the large angel was quite a bit, and she likely still held plenty more. Another fart escaped, this one wetter, the back of her golden panties stained slightly brown from it.

"Are you sure?" Anna cleared her throat, glancing at the angel's now really wet pants to give her a hint. "Melora, I really think you need to visit our restroom, and immediately. Please, if you'll follow me... you can. at least, avoid futur accidents." She blushed a bit and at the same time pressed her lips together tightly in disapproval. Anna was used to take care of the kids who had only started their potty training, and of course had no problems with wet pants as themselves, but seeing the same from the grown-up woman - no, angel!.. What a shame. And Melora didn't even try to avoid it!..

"What are you talking about?! Angels don't have accidents!" She was angry, especially as this nun continued to mention the humans silly restrooms instead of listening to her. It was ridiculous. She followed the nuns gaze, looking down at herself and...her pants were disking wet. She let out a cry if surprise, and the force of her stream doubled as her muscles reacted to that surprise. She instinctively pressed her legs together and pushed her hand into her crotch, trying to stem the flow. But pushing in the unfamiliar muscles only caused her to pee faster, and a large Cascade heralded her complete accident, her pants soaked enough to barely even be considered a proper garnent with how little they hid.

She could only stare down at the massive pulkde in shock. "No no no! This is unacceptable! Angels don't do this!" The fierceness in her voice was replaced almost entirely with panic.

Mother Anna had to supress a chuckle - the angel, despite her haughty statement, looked exectly like any of the little kids who just started to use potty. Some of them were very stubborn about that, like Melora, too shy to admit they needed to do "number two" or already did. The nun had a way to deal with it. Maybe this approach was more in place right now then the religious worship.


"Well, Melora, you are certainly doing this, so let's go somethere private and take care of your little accident" mother Anna said in a soft, but sure and firm voice, taking teh angel's hand and leading her like a child.She knew it was not about stremght, but resolution and autority, and those were the things abbess had lots of.



Since it was obviously to late for teh restroom, Anna led teh angel to her little pricate chamber...

Melora was still coming to terms with what had happened, and showed no sign of resistance as Anna led her along. She was still aghast at he soaked pants, desperately hoping they encountered no one to see it.

When they reached the private room, Melora paused before it and gulped in fear, nervous at what might be to come. That nervousness forced a small lump of poo into her golden panties, the angel still unaware of her bodies needs and releases. After a moment, she reluctantly followed Anna into the room. "W-what are you planning to do?" she asked, looking torn between breaking down in tears and preparing to defend herself.

The soft splash in the angel's pants didn't escape mother Anna's attention. "First of all, I'm going to put you on the potty, Melora, so you can finish what you've started without gettting your pants even more messy." she answered, taking the chamber pot from under the bed and putting it in front of the angel. "Please, pull your pants and underwear down carefully. Do you need my help? After you'll finish going "number two", I am going to give you a bath and then we can discuss your holy mission." The nun was talking in a soft, calming tone, but also it was clear that those were not mere suggestions her ward (and she saw the angel as one right now) could simply decline.