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The Hostage Chapter

Amber got a call from her boss frantically asking if she could come in just as she pulled into the motel parking lot. She was barista at a cafe a few miles from her apartment. She wanted to stay with Charlotte for a while, but money was seriously tight. She begrudgingly accepted the sudden request and made her way to the building. The door swung open almost as soon as Amber had knocked on it. “Oh, thank god!” Charlotte sighed. Amber held out the tote bag, thinking she was referring to the money. “It’s as much as I could grab. I felt kind of weird carrying that much money.” “I’m glad you’re okay,” she said, dropping the bag on the ground by the door and taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “I don’t know what more they’d need from me, but I’m still on edge.” “Listen, I need to get to work, but I’ll be back soon, okay?” “Oh. Okay.” She hugged her and left as quickly as she came. During the long drive, she developed another dull, aching need to pee, but this time there were no bathroom stops. She changed into her work clothes in the car (white shirt, black skirt and apron) and went inside. The amount of customers surprised her. It was usually pretty busy since it doubled as a restaurant, but not like this. “Oh, finally!” her boss said from behind the counter. “I had to pick up the slack here. Three people called out today! You take the cafe. I’ll be in the restaurant if you need me.” Amber took the job because she loved coffee. Working there didn’t ruin it for her, as it often does for people. When she messed up an order, she always drank the coffee that the customer didn’t accept so it didn’t go to waste. Today, it was overwhelming for her to deal with so many customers by herself, and mistakes were plenty. Since she was so busy, she didn’t realize how much coffee she was consuming until a few hours into her shift, when she bent down to pick up a fallen cup and little bit of coffee came up. She coughed and sputtered, the back of her throat stinging a bit. It was then she noticed how much she overdrank, and how much the ache in her bladder had turned into a desperate need to piss. The crowd had thinned, but there were still too many customers there for her to leave her post. She clenched her legs tightly together as she took someone’s order, speaking and smiling as best she could. She just needed to wait until the desperation passed, as it always did. It also always came back even worse, but she wasn’t thinking about that. The sensation settled into a nagging ache that sat heavily in her belly. It was far stronger than Amber wanted. In fact, it was really distracting. After another hour, she couldn’t keep her feet still. This is normal for most people when they really need to pee, but for Amber it meant things were seriously getting bad. She was so skilled and experienced at holding that she could keep from squirming even when she really wanted to, and the fact that she couldn’t control herself was a bit alarming. The situation would be pretty arousing if she wasn’t so serious about her job. She noticed her boss standing idle multiple times, and decided to ask her for a break as soon as the opportunity arose. About a half an hour passed and the crowd had mostly left in the cafe. Amber was bloated with piss and it was almost closing time. She did her best to hide her squirming from the customers, but everyone who saw her knew exactly what was going on. The poor thing was trembling with desperation. The restroom was so alluring, but there were just enough people inside for her to not be able to leave her post. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” one woman asked her sympathetically. “Y-Yeah, just fine,” she replied. She held her breath as she rang up her order. As soon as she was done, she rushed over to her boss and asked for a break. “You can just take off now,” she said. “It’s all food orders. I’ll see you next week.” “Thank you,” she said, a bit more graciously than intended, and bolted to the bathroom. She lifted her skirt and was about to sit on the toilet before she stopped. Her legs were shaking and her bladder was screaming, but she realized that if she was just going home, she could have a great hold. “Can I make it home?” she mumbled to herself, pulling the waistband of her underwear away from her bulging, distending bladder. ”I guess I’ll find out.” She smoothed her skirt out and rushed out of the cafe to her car. She thought about what she was going to do when she got home. She’d make a beeline for the shower, masturbate, then wet her work clothes. In the car, one hand was clenching her crotch with all of her strength while the other held the steering wheel. In the privacy of her car, she was very vocal about her need, moaning and groaning in response to the waves of desperation she was suffering through. “Oh my godddd—“ she moaned, bouncing a few times before grinding into the seat. It was starting to really hurt. She loved being full, but she didn’t usually get this desperate. She would have climaxed and emptied herself by now. Amber turned a corner and had to hit her brakes hard, making urine slosh around painfully inside her. Police lights were flashing around the long line of cars that stretched two blocks down the road. “Oh, fuck,” she muttered. She saw traffic cones and cop cars around a car that seemed to have driven into the stoplight. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She swore, shifting her position. Suddenly, her excitement was replaced with fear that she’d wet her car seat. “God, I need to pee so bad. I should have gone at the cafe. Why didn’t I go at the cafe? I’m gonna burst. I’m just gonna explode all over my car and have to go to the hospital. It hurts so bad. Stop thinking about it!” She turned on the radio, but nothing could keep her mind off the searing agony in her abdomen. She counted the individual minutes as they went by. After 23 minutes, Amber had made significant progress through the traffic, but she was about to start crying. Her plan had changed from going straight to the bathtub to emptying her bladder enough for her kidneys to stop aching. Her entire body was drenched in sweat. She bit hard into the steering wheel, scrunching up her face and squeezing her bare pussy inside of her underwear. A tiny spurt of pee came out, wetting her palms. “Uhnn!” she moaned, rubbing her crotch hard and shaking even more. She wanted to just wet herself right there, but she thought about what Charlotte had gone through and how much worse it must have been. If she could do it, so could Amber. She made it out of traffic ten minutes later. At this point, she couldn’t sit right. Her kidneys were searing and her piss bulge was so huge that she had pulled the seatbelt down to her knees so it wouldn’t apply any pressure, and her skirt was hiked up so it wouldn’t squish her stomach anymore. The poor girl wasn’t even complaining anymore. She just wanted to pee. The parking lot was rather crowded, as it usually was at that time of night, so she had to park much farther away than she wanted. She parked horribly, but didn’t even attempt to redo it. She got out and forced herself to hobble all the way to her complex, bent over and holding herself. The cramping in her kidneys was a new sensation for her and was a bit alarming, but she was already so close to home. She managed to get up the stairs (luckily she only lived on the second story) and fumbled with her keys. She jammed it into the lock and tried to turn it, but it didn’t turn. She realized she’d used the wrong key. She tried to pull it out, but it wouldn’t budge. It was stuck in there. “Fuck!” she swore, nearly sobbing. Her legs were shaking like crazy, and her coffee-filled bladder pulsed so heavily that it felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. “Oh my god, please!” she begged as pulled hard on the key. A short but powerful squirt escaped into her underwear as she did so, forcing her to lurch forward. Her pussy tingled strongly, but she wasn’t sure if it was from arousal or something unhealthy. She spurted again, this time much more than she did before. Amber gasped and rubbed herself hard between her legs to alleviate the stinging in her urethra. It was definitely arousal. Just as she managed to get the key unstuck, she leaked and caused major damage to her underwear. She stood there frozen for a minute as the urine streamed down her legs and splattered to the ground before her stream was stemmed by the iron grip she had on herself. Her cheeks were flushed red from embarrassment and the fact that she felt unbelievably horny. Doubled over and shaking, she waddled as fast as she could into her apartment and slammed the door behind her. The bursting girl stuck her hands in her underwear and squeezed her bare pussy, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. When she got into the bathroom, although her body vehemently demanded that she did so, she didn’t empty her screaming, overfull bladder. She started undressing. Amber sat on the closed toilet lid, grinding and shaking to contain her liquid, as she removed her shirt and bra. Then she leapt up and practically tore her skirt and underwear off before getting in the bathtub and immediately touching herself. She massaged her clitoris as she focused on her dire need. She’d never been this desperate to pee. She ran her hand over her distended bladder, which was swelled far past capacity with hot piss that ached severely. She knew this was too much, but she didn’t want to go. If she explored this potentially harmful area just once, it wouldn’t be too bad, right? She began massaging her swollen organ, and it made her legs tremble. Her kidneys felt like they were going to pop, but her pussy was on fire. Her forefinger went deep inside her as she began thinking about Charlotte and how unbearably desperate she was in her story; the look of pure bliss on her blushing face as she let go, tons of golden liquid cascading down her legs. She added another finger. Charlotte must have felt similar sensations as Amber felt now. Her bladder felt like it was going break open, her belly so huge that she looked pregnant. She spread her fingers. She felt urine begin continuously trickling out extremely slightly.

Quackduck

 

Desperate Sex

POV: BRYCE I’ve always been into pee, particularly desperation. The only person I’ve ever told is this girl I went on a few dates with named Kara. Our first date was at the movies. We got popcorn and a large drink, which I didn’t even think we’d finish, but she got up and got a refill about halfway through. I barely had any, but Kara managed to finish the whole thing! After the movie, she excused herself to the bathroom. On the way home, though, I noticed she was squirming and fidgeting, but I didn’t think much of it. As soon as we got to my house, she made a beeline for the bathroom. We started making out in my room. When it started to go somewhere, she said ”Hold on, I’ll be right back. I gotta pee.” ”Are you alright?” ”Yeah, why?” ”You’ve been going to the bathroom a lot.” Her cheeks went a little red. “Well... Whenever I have sex, I make sure my bladder’s really full so I can pee afterwards. It helps to prevent pregnancy.” ”Really?” I asked. She nodded. ”Plus, I read it can make it more pleasurable. I drank too much though. I don’t want to have to pee too badly. It gets distracting, and kind of painful, so I go to the bathroom and let a little bit out.” I noticed she was bent over a bit. ”I mean, the fuller the better, right? Like, wouldn’t you want to pee as much as possible afterwards?” She hesitated. “I guess, yeah,” she said, and sat back down. In hindsight, this was kind of sadistic on my part, but knowing her bladder was so overfull while I was fucking her drove me crazy. It was the best sex I’ve ever had. As soon as I came, she said “Okay, let me up.” She rushed to the toilet without shutting the door, sighing as her strong urine stream hissed out of her like a firehose. Our next date was at a restauraunt. She went through the drinks like nothing, excusing herself to the bathroom numerous times. POV: KARA On the drive home, I had to pee so bad I couldn’t think about anything else. Bryce’s parents were going out, so we were going to his house again. I’m not supposed to be there after dark. I wanted to pee a little bit as soon as we got there, but he was oddly enthusiastic about going straight to his bedroom. I decided I’d go as soon as we were undressed. A little while later, though, we heard something downstairs. ”Oh, shit,” he said, and hurriedly got all his clothes back on. We hadn’t done anything yet, but I had already undressed down to my underwear. I was about to excuse myself to the restroom before we heard it. My bladder was swollen with hot piss and I couldn’t keep still. I was squirming a lot and occasionally squeezing myself. ”I need you to hide in the closet,” he told me. “My parents are super strict, they can’t see you here right now. I’m gonna go see what they’re doing home.” He left before I could ask him what to do about my urgent need. I had to go so badly, but I hid in the closet anyway. Pretty soon, I was marching around and holding myself, rubbing in between my legs occasionally. ”Oh my god,” I groaned quietly. My bladder was full to bursting. I needed to pee so bad I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take it. Finally, I heard the car leave the driveway and he came back in the room. I came out, trembling and holding myself. ”Sorry it took so long,” he said, “my mom lost her purse. She’s freaking out. They’re going to check—“ ”I’m sorry, I can’t hold it. I have to pee so bad.” I went towards the bathroom. “Wait!” he said, “I think you should hold it.” I shook my head. “I’m gonna explode.” ”No, just think about it. A full bladder supposed to make sex more pleasurable. If you’re really bursting, this’ll be, like, the best orgasm you’ve ever had.” ”I really don’t think-“ ”If you change your mind at any point, you can just run to the bathroom and come back.” ”Fuck, I need to go, though!” ”It’s not like you can get hurt from holding your pee or anything.” I was stepping around and squeezing my pussy intermittently  with both hands inside my underwear. “I guess,” I said, hoping I could hold it. When I got in the bed, I could feel the liquid sloshing around inside of me. He pulled my panties off and it got even harder to hold

Quackduck

 

‘Cause I kind of like it

Three girls sat watching TV one night; Dana, Madison, and Sasha. Madison found herself absentmindedly squirming in her seat. “Damn, I gotta pee,” she muttered, but didn’t get up. “You hold your pee way too much,” Sasha told her, “you’re gonna get a UTI. The bathroom’s right there.” “Maybe if I hold it for a really long time, my bladder will stretch and I’ll won’t have to pee as much,” she joked. Her bladder was annoyingly small. “That logic is stupid and you should go to the bathroom.” “I mean,” Dana said, “it kind of makes sense.” “No it doesn’t,” Sasha said, “I don’t eat more now so I can eat more later.” “You can if you wanted to,” Dana replied. “You really think it makes sense?” Madison asked, fanning her legs. Dana shrugged. “A little bit.” “I’m gonna try it then.” Sasha sighed. “I swear, if you pee on my couch.” “I’m not gonna pee on your couch,” she said. She thought about it for a second, then got up and got a towel out of the bathroom and put it down to sit on. About a half an hour later, she was squeezing herself intermittently and constantly fidgeting. “How’s it coming along?” Dana asked. “I really gotta go,” she giggled a bit. “Maybe you should put on your bathing suit so you don’t ruin your pants.” She had white shorts on. “Yeah, I’ll be right back.” She ran upstairs, liquid sloshing around inside her with every step, and got her rainbow one-piece. Madison danced around and held herself as she stripped naked. She went into the bathroom when she was completely nude and looked for a bladder bulge, but there wasn’t one yet. She glanced longingly at the toilet before going back to the room and pulling on her suit, which was a bit too small for her. Then she went downstairs and sat back down on the towel, still badly needing to urinate. Another half hour later, she couldn’t sit still to save her life. Madison was constantly scooting back and forth, squeezing herself tightly and writhing around, desperately trying to keep herself contained. “How’re you doing?” Dana asked. “I have to pee so bad!” she gripped herself and doubled over. “I’m really bursting...” “You gotta hold it in, though.” Madison took a deep breath before sitting up. “I’m gonna go check if I have a bulge.” She got up and made her way to the stairs. “A what?” “A bladder bulge,” she stood there squirming and stepping around, “like, when you have to pee so much it sticks out of your belly.” Dana didn’t know what she was talking about, so she came with her. In the bathroom, Madison pulled her suit off so it hung from her upper thighs. “A little bit,” she muttered, trying to keep her squirming to a minimum. There was a small bump protruding out of her belly. “I’ve never seen that before,” Dana said, “even when I have to pee really really badly I don’t think it gets like that.” “I get it all the time,” Madison said, stepping around as she pulled her suit back on. They went back downstairs and continued watching TV. A half an hour after that, Madison was absolutely dying. Her fidgeting had turned into constant, uncontrollable writhing, and felt like she was going to explode. “Oh my god, I can’t think about anything else!” she said, grinding her crotch into the couch. At least one hand was always gripping hard in between her legs. “You think this is actually giving you a bigger bladder?” Sasha asked. Madison didn’t answer. She was desperately trying to keep all of her pee safely inside her body. She was starting to lose control, though, and spurted hard into her bathing suit. “Ohhh... I went a little,” she groaned, doubling over and wiggling her butt. She was so full of liquid that she could barely even keep her hands still. “Maybe we should do something to distract you,” Dana said. “Do you want to go for a walk?” “It’s dark out,” Sasha replied. She shrugged. “We could go to the pool maybe, so she can just pee in the water.” “I’m down to go to the pool,” Sasha said. They went upstairs to change and left Madison trying to fight back the urgent need she was neglecting. She could see her tummy poking out a little bit where her pee baby was forming. She spurted again and had to wipe rivulets of urine from her thighs. Once the other two were ready to go, Madison braced herself and stood up. She hobbled instead of walked with both hands tightly on her girlhood as they left. She left the towel she was sitting on behind in the house. About five minutes passed before Madison had to stop walking and kneel down to make sure her screaming bladder didn’t burst before they got to the pool. When she stood back up, she had to jump around and lurch forward a bit before being able to walk again. It hurt so bad that she didn’t know how much longer she could stand it. “Fuck!” she groaned, her stride faltering. Her pulsing bladder was stretched taut with the enormous amount of piss she was holding. “Guys, I might not make it there.” “Just hold as much as you can,” Dana told her encouragingly. Her bladder begged to be emptied so harshly that she felt like crying. Another five minutes passed. They were almost there, but Madison was almost certain she wasn’t gonna make it there without any major leakage. She suddenly lurched forward, her mouth ajar in a silent groan. Urine was intermittently spurting out of her, despite how hard she was digging her fingers into herself. It ran down her shaking legs and dribbled to the pavement. “You good?” Sasha asked, awkwardly laughing. “Y-yeah...” she managed to choke out as her stream weakened to to a stop. “Jesus Christ, this is difficult!” “Mind over matter,” Dana told her. “Let’s see you try this!” Madison said, starting to walk again with her hands between her legs. “Uh, I’m an athlete. Mind over matter is kind of my thing.” “I still think this is harder than you think.” “Wanna bet?” “You’re gonna do it with me?” She wished the conversation would end so she could focus more on holding. Dana shrugged. “I already kind of need to go right now. I won’t pee from now until after you completely empty your bladder.” “So it’s a contest.” She winced as her bladder contracted. “A really unfair one. I already have to piss really badly.” “You just keep holding through your leaks and whatever, and I’ll drink a shit ton of water. First to go completely loses. Fair?” Madison nodded, cradling her bulge, which had grown considerably since the last time they checked. They got to the pool. Sasha opened her towel, which was folded to hold her things, and immediately sighed. “Fuck,” she swore, looking at the other two. “You didn’t forget the key card, did you?” Dana asked. Sasha didn’t answer. She just tossed her stuff over the flat-top aluminum fence and climbed over it. Dana did the same. They left to get a table without paying her much mind, but Madison was so full of liquid that she could barely walk, let alone climb a fence. She was stepping around and squeezing herself trying to figure out the quickest way to do it. She jumped up and threw her leg over, but pee began forcefully gushing out almost immediately. She sat on the fence for a moment, grinding into the rail until her stream came to an end. She’d drained herself considerably and there was a rather large puddle underneath her, but she still direly needed a toilet. She managed to throw her other leg over without further damage and made her way to the table with her hands between her legs. “Wow, there’s really nobody here at night,” Dana said. “There never is. It’s not even really that crowded during the day,” Sasha responded. “Sweet. Let’s go.” “Wait!” Madison said, squirming and writhing in place, “didn’t you say you were going to drink a shit ton of water? The water fountain’s over there.” Dana paused. “You’re right. The contest should be fair.” She went over to the water fountain and drank for a long time while Sasha went into the pool by herself. Madison sat on her heel in a beach chair, doing everything you could think of to keep all of her pee in. She heard a loud, revolting burp erupt from Dana. “Fuck, I drank way too much,” she said, holding her belly. She gagged a couple times, then took a deep breath and said “I’m okay.” She took a seat next to Madison. “You getting in?” Sasha asked. “I need a minute. My stomach really hurts now. Like, really bad.” Dana burped again. “A little bit came up,” she muttered into her hand. “How long until it reaches your bladder, you think?” Madison asked, sitting on the side of the chair and tapping her feet madly. “I already gotta pee, I said,” Dana replied, standing up. “You basically have an advantage. You didn’t go out of your way to drink more. My belly feels like it’s gonna pop.” She ran and dove into the pool, leaving her desperate friend alone to keep holding. About a half an hour later, Madison was extremely overfull. She’d kept her leaks to a minimum because she was sitting down, but they still happened. She laid on her back with her knees up and both of her hands gripping her girlhood. “How are you holding up, Madison?” Dana called from in the pool. “Uh, i-it’s hard to tell,” she said. “I can barely think, but I’m pretty sure I can hold a while longer.” “I really gotta go,” Dana laughed. Madison sat up, wincing and scooting back and forth. “How bad?” “Pretty bad. It hit me a lot quicker than I thought. You’re still gonna lose, though.” Madison was almost certain she was right. Dana was seriously competitive. She’d been running track and playing soccer since elementary school. Plus, she was a hell of a lot stronger than Madison was, and she figured that probably contributed to her bladder muscles. Madison felt herself leak a bit and tightened her grip on her pussy. A little while later, the two girls got out of the pool to spend time with Madison so she wouldn’t get bored, but her concentration was focused elsewhere. “It’s getting so bad,” she giggled, writhing desperately. “I can’t sit still at all.” “It was a good idea to come to the pool, right?” said Dana. “You don’t have to rush to the bathroom. Just let it go.” “How badly do you need to go?” “Pretty bad, I guess,” she replied. “Actually, maybe not. It feels urgent but I know I can hold it.” “Maybe you should drink more water,” Madison said, wiggling her butt. “I mean, it’s only fair. I’m really desperate right now.” Dana sighed, smirking a little. She made her way back to the water fountain and drank again. “This doesn’t seem just a little bit stupid to you guys?” Sasha asked Madison, who had just tensed up completely to keep from dribbling. “Aren’t most of the things we do stupid?” Sasha laughed. “I guess. You should come swim with us, though. It isn’t as much fun without you.” Their conversation was interrupted by another burp from Dana. “I didn’t urp drink as much this time,” she said. “You want to go back in?” “Yeah, sure,” Sasha muttered, getting up. “You coming, Madison?” “I don’t think so,” she said, squirming. It was getting about as bad as it was just before she jumped the fence. Sasha shrugged. “Maybe we should just stay here, too.” “That’s boring! Let’s go to the pool!” “Yeah, I don’t want to make you guys stay here if you don’t want to,” Madison doubled over and winced as another leak forced its way out of her body. “Plus, I really need to concentrate if I don’t want to wet myself.” “Looks like it’s just us,” Dana said, scooping Sasha up in her arms and carrying her to the pool. “Put me down!” she laughed, “Goddamnit, Dana!” Madison paid little attention, but as Sasha managed to escape, she heard Dana grunt and exclaim “Ohh, that was my bladder!” She glanced up and saw her do a quick but noticeable pee dance before jumping back into the pool. “Dana must be feeling that water by now,” she muttered to herself, feeling a bit of hope for the contest. About thirty minutes later, though, she was absolutely dying. It was even worse than just before she jumped the fence. The poor girl felt like she was about to explode. She was in a constant state of desperate agony, never still for even a second. Both hands were madly grabbing at her crotch as she jumped up from her chair and marched around, occasionally jumping and squeezing herself even harder. Her bladder was ready to burst and she felt like she could cry. She fought hard to keep every drop of pee in, though, because she wanted her bladder to expand as much as possible. Every position she found herself in was astoundingly uncomfortable, causing her to keep standing up and sitting back down, trying to find some way to alleviate her desperation. “You good Madison?” Dana asked. She was sitting in a donut shaped floaty. “No!” she whimpered, sitting back down and scooting back and forth. Dana laughed. “Me neither,” she said, putting a hand over her belly. “It really hurts. I’m just trying to move as little as possible.” While she was talking, Dana hadn’t noticed Sasha deviously sneaking under the floaty. She suddenly leaped up and flipped the tube, sending Dana back into the water. It was torture for her overfilled bladder. She immediately got up and started wading to the edge of the pool. “I need to get out of the water,” she moaned among Sasha’s laughter. She climbed out and laid on her back with her knees brought up. “It’s really cold and I have to pee extremely badly,” she giggled to Sasha. “Maybe not as bad as Madison, though.” Madison paid no attention to what they were talking about. She was too focused on containing herself. Her whole body was trembling from head to toe as she struggled to keep the pee inside her body. Sasha had come to the edge of the pool next to Dana. “I really wish Madison would use the bathroom already,” Dana whispered, laughing a bit. “It hurts so bad.” “What if you just let some out in the pool? There’s no way she’d know.” Dana gave her a weird look. “That’d be cheating.” Sasha shrugged. Dana sat up, wincing and putting a hand between her legs. She didn’t feel like she was in danger of wetting herself, though. She just really needed to go. She got up and waddled to a chair. Another half an hour later, the girls were still managing to keep the contest alive. Madison was on the verge of tears. The pain she felt was incredible. She couldn’t keep hot little spurts from dampening her crotch every few seconds. The poor girl was at her absolute limit. She was constantly writhing madly, desperately grabbing at herself and rubbing between her legs. Every nerve down there was on fire. She could feel the shape of her bloated organ pulsing in her body, which made her feel a bit squeamish. Dana wasn’t doing too much better. She sat in her chair bent forward a bit, biting into her knuckle from the pain. When her immense discomfort made her shift positions, she tried to move as little as possible as to not jar her bladder, which bulged out of her like a small melon. This method of holding was not practiced by Madison at all. She continued to squirm, writhe, bounce, and jiggle as much as possible. “God, I can’t take it!” Madison moaned, leaking more hot urine into her bathing suit. In an odd way, though, the unbearably overfull sensation of her screaming bladder felt really good between her legs. All the rubbing and squeezing was almost like she was masturbating, but it wasn’t just that. Her need to urinate alone was turning her on. “You almost done?” Dana asked with fake confidence, her enormous bulge throbbing in pain. Madison shook her head, grinding into the chair.  “I can hold it for a while longer,” Dana lied, “you look like you’re at the end of your rope. I think your bladder is pretty stretched out by now, right?” Madison filled her cheeks with air and lurched forward, wiggling her butt and squeezing herself hard. A particularly powerful spurt had come out as a result of her relaxing her muscles for just a moment. Her muscles were so tired, and her urethra was stinging badly. Pee was dripping to the pavement from underneath the chair. Over the next twenty minutes, her leaks were getting bigger and bigger. There was so much liquid inside the poor girl that her body was beginning to take over. It hurt so badly that she couldn’t stand it, and the intensity of her writhing and squeezing was borderline humiliating. If she had anyone other than her closest friends around, she’d be mortified. It genuinely felt like her bladder was going to burst. Dana was also in immense pain. She was worried that she was doing actual damage to her body by holding so much. When she wasn’t encouraging Madison to forfeit, she was taking deep breaths to take her mind off her agonizing need. “I gotta fart,” she muttered, making Sasha giggle. She lifted her ass a bit, but her urgent need protested in the form of searing pain. The desperate girl really needed to pass gas, though. She pushed a bit, letting out a rather long fart, which was unfortunately cut short by a small leak. Dana’s eyes went wide, and she wondered how much longer she could last. “Madison, you really can’t win this,” Dana told her, watching her friend struggle to contain her fluids. “Face it, you’re filled to capacity.” Madison wasn’t going to budge, though, even though she knew it was true. She was leaking heavily every few seconds, as if she was emptying just as fast as she was filling. Dana winced as she went to change positions, but changed her mind as her enormous, liquid-filled belly sent urgent signals to stop moving. ‘God, I need to piss,’ she thought miserably, gently holding herself with one hand. ‘Even though I leaked before, it still doesn’t feel like I’m gonna pee my pants. It just hurts. Jesus Christ, it hurts...’ She absentmindedly watched her friend’s pee dance, silently urging her to relieve herself as if she had some kind of telepathic ability. Madison was scooting back and forth with her legs spread and both her hands rubbing between her legs. She looked ready to cry. Dana saw her spurt again. It was so powerful that it formed a stream for a moment before she locked her legs back together and dramatically fell on her side, digging her nails into her girlhood. “It hurts so badly,” Madison whined, urine streaming down her legs and dripping to the pavement. “So go!” Dana said, but her friend stayed where she was. “Madison, your body has a limit. You’ve got to pay attention to your bodily functions.” Dana’s bladder was so tight and full that it felt like it was going to rip. A warm soreness was spreading into her kidneys. “A-Are you really not gonna go?” She asked. Madison shook her head. Dana touched her fingers to her belly and felt her screaming organ stretched taut up against her skin. “I-I-“ Dana stuttered. She’d never lost a contest before. She’s lost soccer games, but every little contest her and her friends like to make she’s dominated. Her bladder was in searing agony and her lower back was throbbing badly. “O-Okay, Madison, you win. You win, dude.” Dana struggled to get out of her chair, careful not to make any sudden movements. “Really?” Sasha asked, “damn. You never lose, Dana.” The words hurt her confidence, but her belly hurt worse. When she tried to put weight on her feet, she felt herself leak again. She winced and flumped back down, groaning. “I can’t stand up,” she said. Sasha laughed, but Dana didn’t think anything was funny. Madison was paying very little attention, focusing on containing herself as much as possible. Sasha reached over and tapped Dana hard in the stomach. She yelped and pleaded for her not to do it again, but her friend only laughed. “Just pee your pants already,” Sasha told her. “You’re in a bathing suit. Jump in the pool and go.” Dana hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and relaxed. It took a minute for her stream to start, but when it did, it shot out of her and loudly splattered to the ground. She let out a shuddery sigh of relieve as her screaming, overbloated bladder finally drained. Her kidneys ached, but she felt such intense bliss as she let go. Madison turned away from the display, accidentally letting out a rather large spurt. An enormous puddle spread from under the chair and travelled to the poolside, dripping off the edge. After what seemed like an eternity of pissing, she jumped into the pool and floated on her back. “That’s nasty,” Sasha said, and jumped back into the pool with Dana, once again leaving Madison alone with her unbearably swollen bladder. She wondered if she would ever actually wet herself completely, or if she would just keep involuntarily leaking. It seemed like when she’d peed herself as a little kid, she gave up after the first big leak because the damage to her clothes was already done. She wondered how long it would take for her muscles to actually completely give out. She also wondered if when she reached her maximum bladder capacity, if the leaks would keep happening and her need never got worse. This odd curiosity was one of the few remaining reasons that made her keep holding her pee in for another ten minutes after that, when she was absolutely dying. Urine was always trickling out of her, dripping down her legs and soaking everything around her with pee. Her pathetic, constant stream fluctuated in strength, but never stopped or grew to a normal pee stream. Tears were welling up in her eyes as she dug her crotch hard into her heel, yellow liquid traveling down her feet. If she had pants on, her clothes would be so drenched in urine that she could have completely emptied herself into them and it wouldn’t have made her situation worse, but she wasn’t holding to keep dry. That ship had sailed a long time ago. She wasn’t completely sure why she was still holding; to expand her bladder, to win a contest, to find her limit... It was also making her crazy horny, but there’s nothing she could do about that with her friends right there in the pool. Truthfully, she enjoyed the fullness in a really odd way. It’s why she held it so often, but she’d never had to go this badly. Her eyes watered, her pussy was tingling, and she felt like she was about to pop. She’d been enduring her unbearably overfilled bladder for hours and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could take the constantly growing pain. She slipped her fingers inside her bathing suit, rubbing vigorously and clutching at herself. She was still constantly leaking and dribbling. Urine suddenly squirted out as her bursting bladder contracted, quickly reverting back to leaking in a matter of seconds.

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Isabelle and Jacob

“Come on, it’s just after this tree!” Isabelle shouted excitedly, her pigtails bouncing with her energetic hopping. Jacob followed closely behind. “I saw it when you were home sick. It was getting dark, though, so I didn’t look inside.” ”How dilapidated is it?” ”Not very,” she replied, “it kind of slants to one side, but not very much.” When they came upon the abandoned structure, Jacob saw that his friend was sugarcoating the danger. “This thing looks like it could fall at any moment!” he exclaimed. ”You think so? I think it’s got more strength than it looks. Come on!” ”I’ll go in with you, but we’re just staying by the doorway. I don’t want it to fall on us or anything.” ”Oh, come on! Just real quick. In and out.” Jacob noticed Isabelle shifting her weight from foot to foot, squirming discreetly. “You gotta pee?” She nodded. “I’ve had to since we left. I’m about to go behind that bush. Jacob, you have to go through the whole thing with me! It’ll be really fun!” He sighed. “Fine, but we have to get out fast.” ”Awesome! Okay, be right back.” ”Wait,” he said, grabbing her shirt sleeve. “Don’t pee.” ”What?” she looked at him confused, “why?” ”To ensure that you aren’t going to keep me waiting to leave for forever.” Jacob knew of Isabelle’s small bladder. Oftentimes, as they explored, she’d take multiple breaks to relieve herself behind a tree or something. She would also hold it on purpose if they were ‘having too much fun,’ as she would put it when she ended up desperate or wet. “I swear I won’t if you let me go. I really have to tinkle.” ”You know I won’t leave without you and you’ll just keep on looking around,” he smirked, “I know you.” She sighed, stepping in place a bit. “Fine, let’s go.” They went inside. The place smelled of mildew and nature. The walls were overgrown with flora and the walls tilted forbodingly to one side. 

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This story takes place in a fictional place and is in no way an accurate representation of any tribe that has ever existed.   Tia relieved herself into the soil by the girl’s side of the river. This was where ever woman in the tribe went to empty their bladders. On the other side of the tribe was the men’s side of the river. The two sides eventually converged and the waste flowed downstream, out of sight. When she was finished, she got back to her feet and started on her way to her needlework lesson. As she walked, though, she heard a familiar voice call her name. She spun around and saw her friend Bidzil heading toward her. She beamed with delight. ”Shouldn’t you be hunting?” She asked. ”Not today.” He lifted up his buckskin top and revealed a recent but minor wound to his side. “I was clumsy yesterday, so I got the day free today. What about you?” ”I have needlework,” she said, disappointed. ”Skip it,” he told her, “come spend the day with me.” She hesitated in her answer, but seeing the hopeful look on Bidzil’s face made her agree. This wasn’t the first time she’s skipped her lesson. The first time, she’d been given a switch, but she hadn’t seen Bidzil in a long time. Tia was not skilled at needlework in the slightest, and rather needed the lessons, but she had fun with Bidzil. They fell asleep in a field together. She woke up late the next morning. As the morning sun began glaring her in the face, she leapt up, startled. ”What time is it?” She asked. ”Uh— oh, shit, I should be hunting! I need to get to my father!” Bidzil and Tia ran in separate directions, hoping to avoid the scorn of their parents. She didn’t realize she hadn’t taken her morning pee until she felt it sloshing around inside her. She hadn’t gone for a large portion of yesterday, either. She figured she’d just take a break early in the lesson. Luckily, her sisters had only been working for around ten minutes. Her mother flared at her when she entered. ”Where were you yesterday?” She said in cold seriousness. Her sisters smirked. ”I-I was with Bidzil. I thought I could take the day off, I just-“ ”You won’t be doing that again. I thought we’d handled this.” Tia hung her head. “I’m sorry, mother.” ”Sit down and begin working. Keep an eye on your stitches, I can already see them starting to wander.” Everyone else’s dress was a lot farther along than hers, so she’d need to work extra hard.  She felt an annoying throb in her abdomen, but she brushed it off for the moment. She didn’t want to ask right away and seem suspicious. She waited until she couldn’t sit still. ”Mother, may I take a break for a moment?” ”I’m not letting you out of my sight until the lesson is finished,” she replied coldly. ”But- but I really have to relieve myself!” Her sisters giggled. “Once you’ve finished your dress, you may go.” She bit her lip and tried to sit still to no avail. There was never a moment where she wasn’t squirming and fidgeting. An entire night’s worth of urine was pulsing in her tummy. As time dragged on, the urgency of her need only escalated. It was nearly impossible to focus on her dress. Her older sister got up and brought her dress to their mother. “I’m finished,” she declared, beaming with pride. ”It’s beautiful, sweetheart. You may go.” She trotted out happily, giving Tia a smug look on the way out. She was only halfway done! ”Mother, may I please have a break?” She pleaded, wiggling her butt. She only got a stern look in reply. The poor, desperate girl changed her sitting position so that she was digging her heel hard into her crotch, trying to feel some sort of relief. It was beginning to feel painful. Even more time passed and Tia was on the brink of tears. Another one of her sisters got up, presented her finished dress, and was given permission to leave. That left only one sister, Bena, the one who giggled the least. Tia was a bit more open about her desperation in front of her, but she still tried to control herself. All of the pent-up liquid inside her that stretched her bladder taut was beginning to force it’s way out through dribbles and leaks. Her productivity had slowed to a crawl, as did time, it seemed. Liters of urine bulged out of her belly and was constantly and torturously squished by her clothing. A spurt of pee short out of her. She immediately cut it off and winced, holding herself tightly. She looked up to see Bena giving her a sympathetic look, before getting up and presenting her dress to their mother. Once it was just her and her mother, she asked again. ”Mother, please, I’ve never needed to relieve myself this badly!” ”If you’d have just taken your lesson yesterday, you’d be finished by now. You could have played with that boy afterward. How close are you?” ”N-Nearly there,” Tia rocked back and forth with both hands buried in her crotch, waiting for her urethra to stop stinging. Her enormous need to pass water boiled inside her with a vengeance. Every drop she kept inside her body was punishing her for doing so. ”Think of this as your punishment instead of the switch,” her mother said. Tia honestly wasn’t sure if she’d rather have to switch. She was sweating, and nearly crying. Drops of pee travelled down her thighs and heel, which continued to dig into her crotch. She was now in constant agony. After she managed the last few stitches, she threw her needles down with shaky hands. She held up her dress, still sitting with one hand pushed into her lap. ”I’m finished, may I please be excused?” She said, holding back tears.  “That’s the shabbiest work you’ve ever done, Tia,” she said. For a moment, Tia thought her mother was going to make her redo it, but after a brief pause she simply said “you may go.” Tia breathed a sigh of immense relief. A momentary lapse in control caused a tear to roll down her cheek and some pee to spurt out of her. She tried to force herself to her feet, but she immediately started leaking. She dropped back to her knees and squeezed her girlhood with all her might. ”I can’t— I can’t stand up!” She cried. There was a pause. “Just run, Tia. Just get to the river.” She did as she was told. There was a small but continuous stream leaking out of her as she ran. She felt the gallons of hot piss sloshing around in her overfilled bladder, which bulged out of her like a bowling ball. Every step was like daggers in her tortured belly. Tears streamed down her face as she ran. The only thing she could think about was emptying the bloated, bursting organ inside her. She turned heads as she ran, but she didn’t care. When Tia got to the river, she didn’t even squat down. She simply yanked her clothes up and burst out an explosion of hot, steaming piss. It hissed out of her like a firehose, her stream going a great distance in front of her and pattering loudly into the water. Her bulge was shrinking by the second under her hands, which pressed firmly down on it. She couldn’t help but moan as her head fell back and she closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths. She’d been urinating for a little over a minute before she opened her eyes and saw a girl standing there, watching with wide eyes. Tia gasped and stemmed the stream, both hands going straight to her girlhood. She winced and doubled over, still holding back a huge amount of liquid. ”No no no!” The mysterious girl said, “dear god, don’t stop!” ”Why are you watching me like that?” ”I- I just-“ she sighed. “I’ve never seen anyone pee that much. You must have really had to go.” ”I still have to go,” she replied, turning red in the cheeks. ”Well, keep going. I already saw everything.” ”Why?”  

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Isabelle the Tree Climber

Isabelle was fidgety the whole car ride to the pool. She was constantly tapping her foot, crossing and uncrossing her legs. When we got there, we excitedly leapt out of the car and put our things down where my parents had told us. ”Okay, let’s go in the pool. I’ll race you!” she said. ”Not yet,” I told her, “I saw a cool tree I wanna climb last time we were here. It’s just down the path over there.” I pointed to a patch of woods near the gate. I could tell she was shifting her weight from foot to foot. “I think we should go in the pool first. Even if it’s just real quick to cool off, ‘cause it’s really hot out.” ”I don’t want to be wet when we walk through the woods, we’ll get muddy.” Isabelle made a look of discomfort. ”If you want to stay here, I’ll just go,” I said, knowing she would stay with me.  She did. As soon as we entered the path, out of sight and earshot of our parents, her hands went between her legs. “Okay, I know you’re too stupid to realize this, but I wanted to go in the pool first because I really need to tinkle.” I feigned innocence. “That’s really gross. You shouldn’t pee in the pool.” ”Like you don’t!” She kept squeezing herself again and again,  no more than three seconds between each squeeze. She was clearly on the verge of leaking. “Can you please just make this quick? I’m about to go in my bathing suit.” ”You gotta climb the tree with me,” I said as we came upon it. ”What? No! Jacob, I’m NOT doing that. You know I don’t like heights.” ”I want you to face your fears. I’ll help you, even. It’s easy.” I leapt up to the first branch and swung myself higher and higher, climbing like a monkey. I looked down at Isabelle, who was twisted up like a pretzel and holding her hands behind her butt. She shook her head. “Come on, Izzy, it’s really not that bad.” ”I’m about to wet myself,” she said, emphasizing every word. I leapt down. ”You can do it. I believe in you,” I joked. ”I have to fart really bad but I might pee,” she said, giggling and tightening her grip on her hands. “Isabelle, come on! Ill even give you a boost. Come here.” Unfinished

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Superhuman

In an undisclosed location lies a school for students with unique abilities and gifts. These abilities can include flight, invisibility, super strength, et cetera... This school is meant to allow these students to explore and hone their skills, so that they can safely control them out in the real world. Stepping into this school for the first time is a young girl named Paisley. She had a plaid skirt, a white shirt, thick glasses, braces, and blonde pigtails tied tightly back, the stereotypical nerdy little girl in the body of a teenager. She shuffled shyly through the hall, where students were practicing miraculous things. There was a boy reading a book while floating in mid-air, and a girl heating up her coffee with her hands alone. Paisley had powers of her own, of course, which is why she was sent to this school, though she didn't see a reason for it. Her power was invincibility, literally the safest possible power to have. She wasn't a danger to herself and others at all. Still, her mother sent her to this school to learn to control her powers. Or perhaps she only wanted her to meet some friends, something she never really knew how to do in regular school. Unfortunately, she was just as shy in this school as she was in the last. She pulled a crumpled map of the school from her bag and found the way to the girl's room. There were a few others in there as well, but she paid no attention to them. She flumped her bag down on bed 73 (the bed number printed at the top of the map) and took a seat at the foot of it, gazing out of the window that was placed conveniently next to it. "Hey," she heard someone say. She turned and saw a girl, a bit younger than her, with black braids and dark skin. She smiled widely at her. Paisley half-smiled back, closed-mouthed as to not show off her braces too much. "My name's Breanna," the girl continued, "what's yours?" "Paisley." "That's a pretty name. What's your power?" "I'm invincible," she said quietly. "Whoa! That's awesome," Breanna said, "so you can't die if someone, like, shoots you?" She shook her head. "Huh. That's weird." Paisley looked out the window again. "I can move electricity," Breanna said. "Cool," Paisley murmured, not taking her gaze from the window. "See, watch." She got up and touched a lamp, causing the light to flicker for a moment. Then she walked over and touched Paisley on the arm. It shocked her rather badly. "Ow!" "See? I usually only do it a little bit from a battery or something, but you said you were invincible." "I still feel it..." she muttered, rubbing her arm. "My parents found out that I'm super when I was really little. I would turn on the TV just by touching it and stuff. I'd always zap my brothers when they were annoying, then I'd say it was an accident so I wouldn't get in trouble, which is why they sent me here I think, but I have pretty good control over my power. How'd you find out you were super?"  "I ran out in front of a car once when I was really little, like three or four. I had no marks at all when I got back up." "That's crazy. You could be a superhero or something. I'll be right back, I gotta pee." Breanna got up and left the room. Paisley felt a faint ache in her bladder, and wouldn't have minded going herself. She thought it'd be awkward to follow Breanna there, so after  she got back, she waited about five minutes before asking. "Could you tell me where the restroom is?" she asked. "It's the first left when you go down the stairs on your right," Breanna explained. Paisley followed these directions, but when she reached her destination, her heart sank. It was a multi-stall bathroom, one with a couple other people in it already. She hated these. She could never relieve herself when other people were in there. She even found it impossible to go when she was alone in one with the possibility of other people entering was looming over her. She returned to her bed and looked out the window, but it wasn't long before Breanna started talking to her again. "So if you're invincible, does that mean you don't have to eat?" Paisley giggled. "I don't have to, but I feel hungry and thirsty. If I chose not to eat, I wouldn't die, but I would feel like I'm starving." "Ohhh, that's weird." The two talked for a long time, and Paisley gradually opened up more and more, until one of the professors called "Lights out in ten!" All the girls promptly changed into their pajamas, and most went down to brush their teeth. Paisley shyly put a shirt over the other, then removed the shirt underneath. She did the same with her pajama shorts, which were much easier because she was wearing a skirt. Then she brushed her teeth and went to bed. "Night," Breanna said, as the whole place went dark. Paisley laid down, but couldn't sleep very well. It was about an hour into the night when the aching in her bladder was becoming more intense. This was the moment she was waiting for to go, though, when the entire school was quiet and nobody was (probably) in the bathrooms. She got out of bed and crept outside, and was immediately met by one of the professors. "What do you think you're doing?" she hissed. "Th- uh, I need to go to the restroom, ma'am." "You can't leave the bunks at night! Go back to bed." She went shamefully back to her bed and tried to sleep. When she woke up in the morning, she really had to go. The fidgety girl changed into a clean shirt and skirt and rushed to the bathroom, where, unfortunately, was a crowd of girls all brushing their teeth, showering, and relieving themselves. Paisley couldn't bring herself to pee with all those people around, so she simply brushed her teeth and went to breakfast. "Sit with me," Breanna told her in the lunch line, nudging her arm. She did. There was another girl and two boys there. The girl introduced herself as Dana, and the boys introduced themselves as Benny and Blaine. They were twins. They talked and laughed all breakfast long, though Paisley contributed very little to the conversation, due to her shyness and her distracting need. She was rather hungry, though, and had her breakfast with a tall glass of orange juice. After that, she went to her first lesson. "So," her professor said, reading a single paper from an envelope. "You're invincible, but you can still feel pain?" Paisley nodded her head, squirming a little in her chair. "You don't have any other power, correct?" Paisley shook her head and crossed her legs, tapping her jittery fingers against her legs. "You nervous?" She shrugged. Her professor laughed. "Well," she said, "invincibility is a form of stagnant ward, which means you may have the potential to wield some sort of forceful power. The pain you feel, though," she scratched her head, "it's an interesting situation. It could mean some sort of healing magic. Would you want to be a healer?" Paisley shrugged again, tightening her legs. "You should think about it," her professor told her. The rest of the time was more technical things. She learned how she can grow her powers and morph them into what she wants to be. At lunch, she sat at Breanna's table again and they talked about it, though she avoided conversation as much as possible. She needed a toilet really badly now. Her full bladder felt like a bowling ball in her tummy, pulsing with every step she took and aching with every moment she didn't give it relief. Still, she ate her lunch and drank a lemonade. After lunch, they were allowed outside in the courtyard. It was a very beautiful place. The grass was green and the yard was huge. There was a tall fountain in the center of the courtyard, but it wasn't on, luckily for her. Paisley paid little attention to the scenery anyway, since her belly was so full of hot piss that she could barely concentrate. Breanna invited her to play frisbee, which she denied for obvious reasons. She stayed back alone and tried her best to get lost in a book. Every few seconds, she had to change positions when she felt too uncomfortable. The constant throbbing was making it impossible to read. After that, the students were led back inside where they were taught standard topics to make up for what they were missing in school. Then they left for dinner. Paisley ate her pork chops with a glass of milk. She was discreetly rocking back and forth in pain, caressing her bladder whenever no one was looking at her. Dinner ended, but when she stood up, she nearly fell back into her seat. Paisley was absolutely bursting at the seams. She could barely stand up straight, and it hurt to walk. She waddled her way to the bunks and sat down until lights out. She didn't bother brushing her teeth, she just laid down in her bed and curled up into a fetal position. By that point, most girls would have wet themselves, but Paisley wasn't most girls. If you remember, she can go as long as she wants without food or water, but she'll feel like she's starving. This applies to all other bodily functions as well. She's never thrown up, even when she felt so nauseous she thought she'd die. She's once stayed up for an entire week binge-watching a show without ever passing out. She's also never wet herself after her potty training. It was part of her power. So poor Paisley laid there curled up in pain, her bladder begging to be relieved. It took her a long time to fall asleep, but she did, and when she woke up in the morning, it was an absolute emergency.  Paisley felt like she could cry. Her rock-hard bladder had begun to protrude out of her belly, pulsing and throbbing and hurting to no end. She sat up, gritting her teeth, and changed into her regular clothes. Bending down was excruciatingly painful, but she stifled her moans. The poor girl waddled to breakfast, and talked even less than the day before. She ate, but she didn't drink. At her lesson, her professor showed her to a room just up the steps from the bunks. Climbing up the stairs was torture, but again, Paisley composed herself well. After all, she was in no danger of wetting. The room was one of many. Hers was number 73, the very last one at the end of the hall. "This is where you can go for privacy," her professor said, opening the door to reveal a chair, a table, and a bookshelf. "You can personalize it however you want. It has a lock, it's soundproof, and this is the one place you're allowed to go at night." Paisley's ears perked up. If she could leave her bed at night, for any reason, she could have an excuse to use the restroom, right? She realized her legs were shaking, and she tensed her lower half to stop them. She also straightened her posture, which had faltered, and ignored the searing bladder pain that standing up straight was causing her. "You have this place so you can practice your power," she explained. "Superpowers are rooted in emotion. It's as personal as personal can be. There's only so much I can teach you in the classroom, the rest you need to unlock yourself. Just be careful with this door, though. Sometimes it sticks." Paisley strenuously made it through the day, but the poor girl needed to pee so badly she couldn't stand it. Every time something happened that would jar her bladder, she'd gasp or wince and hold back tears. At lunch, she ate but didn't drink, just like breakfast. She denied the invitation to play frisbee and suffered through her school lessons with extreme difficulty. Her handwriting was far worse than usual because her hands were shaking. She felt her skirt digging painfully into her tummy, and her bursting bladder pressing up against her other organs. By the time dinner rolled around, her neglect of any kind of drink was haunting her. On top of her dire and unbearable need to urinate, she was parched. Her throat was dry, and she couldn't get through dinner without anything to drink. She downed two tall glasses of water. Paisley looked down at her bloated stomach. She looked pregnant. She couldn't stop shaking, so she put both of her hands in between her knees until it was time to go back to the bunks. She waddled agonizingly to her bed. Bending down to change was also torture. She could feel her bladder squishing around like a water balloon inside her when her legs pressed against it. She couldn't stop a couple tears from going down her face, but she wiped them away quickly. The poor, bursting girl crawled into bed, holding back sobs of agony. She ran her fingers over her bloated, overfilled bladder and winced. It was sensitive to the touch. She rolled over on her side, gripping the bedsheet hard and biting into her pillow. Her bladder felt like it was going to tear and spill every drop of urine it was holding. She writhed around in agony, biting hard into her knuckles. Paisley pulled the waistband of her shorts and underwear away from her belly for the small amount of relief it gave. She glanced down past her huge, bulging belly at her pussy, which was locked shut and holding the floodgates at bay. She gripped it in hopes of feeling a little less desperate, but instead felt something different. A shockwave of pleasure spread from between her legs, through her bladder, and then shot through her entire body. She gasped. Paisley had never felt it so intensely like that before. She'd masturbated, but it's never been that good. Could it be her need to pee? It still hurt so bad. She wanted nothing more than to empty herself, but she had to try something. Painstakingly, the poor girl crawled out of bed and made her way out of the bunks, hunched over as to not jar her bladder too much. The patter of her bare feet against the cold ground was reverberating off the walls, but she didn't care. As she left the bunks, she caught sight of one of the professors, the same one who told her off the night before, roaming the halls. The toilet wasn't an option, but it wasn't her destination at the moment. She had both hands caressing her enormous bladder as she went up the stairs. Her tortured tummy felt like it was going to explode with pee. She got to room 73, where she rushed in, shut the door, and collapsed to her knees. "Ohhh!!!" she moaned, on the verge of sobbing. "Owwwww..." Both of Paisley's shaking hands were clutching the sides of her shorts so hard her knuckles were white. Her screaming bladder pulsed with extraordinary pain. She yanked her cotton shorts and underwear down and laid on the floor. She writhed around in pure desperation, punching the ground and moaning in misery. The searing agony of her dire need was visible in the way her gorged, overstretched bladder bulged out of her stomach. It looked like she'd swallowed a bowling ball. She gripped her crotch again, and felt the same pleasure she did before. She moaned blissfully, her eyes rolling madly in her head, while she felt every fiery nerve that commanded relief suddenly stimulate in a wave of euphoria. Her heart was racing, her chest rising up and down as her fingers worked like magic in between her legs. Her belly pulsed as more liquid piled up behind her overworked sphincter, but she welcomed it. While her right hand continued, she brought her left hand up to her bladder and applied some pressure. "Huhhn---" she moaned, feeling it push on her other organs. She pushed down harder, and her entire body was rocked with bliss. Waves of sexual energy were sent throughout her entire being, and she came. It was the best orgasm she'd ever had, and it left her laying there, sweating and panting, feeling relief for the first time in days. She hadn't peed though, so her relief was temporary, and her overstretched bladder was soon sending messages to her brain, begging to be emptied, screaming to be drained of the enormous amount of fluid that was pent up inside of her. It was bad, but it wasn't as bad as before. Masturbating had dulled the pain a bit. She went to get up, but her bulge pressed against her thighs. "Ohhh..." she moaned, dropping to the ground again. It seemed her bladder had filled even more. She laid there for a moment with her hands balled up into fists and her flushed red face contorted in excruciating pain. She rolled over to her side and pushed herself up that way, struggling to stand like a baby calf. She really looked pregnant now. Her pulsing tummy was protruding out of her so much it looked like she might pop. She bent down and pulled on her shorts and underwear, groaning miserably as her enormous belly squished against her legs. Paisley made her way to the door, hunched over and miserable, and tried the knob... But it didn't open. "Careful with the lock, sometimes it sticks," were the exact words her professor used. She pulled harder, but it didn't budge. Whimpering and stepping in place, needing to get to the toilet and empty the ocean inside of her. She yanked the door with all her might. It swung open and sent her falling on her butt, jarring her bursting bladder. She bit her lip and scrunched up her face, trying with all her might not to scream in pain. She stood back up shakily and went stiffly down the hall. I have to get to the bathroom, she thought. I can't wait until morning. It hurts so badly. If someone tells me off, I'm not going back to bed. I can't let anyone stop me from peeing... She turned the corner and almost walked right into someone. It startled her badly, but she didn't spill a drop. It wasn't a teacher, though. It was a girl. The girl who was heating up her coffee the other day with her fingers. She had short black hair and pale skin. "Uh-- ex-excuse me..." Paisley stuttered, struggling to stand up straight and look normal. "What are you doing out here?" she asked. "Uhm... I need to go the bathroom," she replied defensively. Stop talking to me, she thought, please, please stop talking so I can pee... "Oh yeah?" the girl asked. She touched her hand to Paisley's bladder. She was taken aback by this unexpected and rather bizarre turn of events, but something was welcoming about it. Her hand was warm and her demeanor was inviting. "I have to go, too," she whispered, taking Paisley's own hand and putting it against hers. It was rock-hard, like Paisley's, but not nearly as large. She was surprised that the girl wasn't showing any signs of desperation. Paisley's hand was shaking from her dire need, but the girl's hand was steady and calm. "That's the biggest bulge I've ever seen," she said, "I didn't even know it was possible to get that big." She met eyes with her. "I see you skipping your morning piss every day, and squirming all class long. You like to hold your pee, don't you?" Paisley didn't know how to respond. The entire situation seemed kind of surreal. "How long have you been holding?" She decided to just go with it. "T- uh, two days." Her eyes went huge. "Two days!? That's impossible!" "M-My power is t-that m-my body can't be d-damaged. I-I've never involuntarily w-wet myself." "Oh. Only voluntarily, then?" She winked. "No, no! I don't t-think you underst-stand. I really need to go. I can't take it anymore." She started stepping in place again. The dullness that her orgasm had granted was wearing off. "You can hold it a little longer, can't you? It would feel so good," she pressed down on Paisley's belly. Pain shot through her abdomen and she pulled away. "I r-really can't. I don't even d-do this often," she gripped the sides of her shorts, "It hurts so badly, I f-feel like I'm gonna explode." "So do I!" the girl said, shifting a little. It was the first physical sign she gave that she needed to go. "Look, I'm not trying to pressure you into anything, but I've been holding my pee in just for you. I figured we could fuck around a little bit. I really don't want to go back to sleep while I need to go this bad." "I'm not-- completely opposed t-to it," Paisley admitted, "but I r-really can't take this anymore. It h-hurts so badly." Both of her hands had found their way to her belly, caressing it as pulsed pulsed and screamed, begging to be emptied. Tears were starting to well up in her eyes. "She's not going to let you into the bathroom," the girl told her. "Not even I can sneak through. She's always patrolling the halls at night, making sure we don't meet up with any of the boys. Plus, I wouldn't even know how to get past the lock." "L-lock?" "Yeah, they lock the bathrooms at night. You didn't know that? They think we're gonna fuck in there or something." The girl bent forward a little bit and pulled on the waistband of her pajama pants. A wave had hit, apparently. "What am I gonna do?" Paisley moaned, wiping her eyes. "I have to go so bad I feel like I might burst open!" "I can give you some relief," the girl said, "it would be better than squirming around in bed for the next five hours." "Five hours! Oh my god..." "Hey, at least you can't wet yourself! I'm on the verge of leaking here!" Paisley sighed a shuddery breath. By 'fuck around,' this girl obviously wanted to do something sexual, which she kind of wanted to do, but a realization that she was completely and utterly inexperienced flashed through her mind. She'd kissed one person before; a little red-haired girl. It was the sixth grade. Still, her enormous, rock-hard bladder was begging for relief, and it took priority over her possible embarrassment. The girl was waiting impatiently, tapping her foot and fidgeting ever so slightly. "You wanna go?" she finally asked. Paisley nodded. "Alright, let's go. Hurry hurry hurry! Which room's yours? Mine wouldn't be a very good spot for this." She waddled painfully to her room. She entered and immediately collapsed onto the floor, whimpering and caressing her bloated bladder. It hurting so badly. All she wanted to do was empty it, but she'd have to find relief elsewhere. She writhed and squirmed, hitting the ground and biting her knuckles. She saw the girl give herself a quick squeeze. "What are you doing?" she asked, stepping a little in place. "It hurts," Paisley replied, "it feels like my stomach is gonna tear open!" The girl smiled and kneeled down, moving her hand over Paisley's screaming bladder. "I'm Vera by the way. I know you're Paisley, I heard you talking to Breanna." The desperate girl nodded, sweat dripping down her face. Vera lifted Paisley's shirt up to reveal her bulge. "Jesus fucking Christ!" she exclaimed, laughing. "You're sure you don't do this often?" She pressed down hard on it. Paisley jumped and yelped. "No no no no no no, please please please don't do that!" Every nerve in her shaking body was on fire. "Don't do what?" Vera feigned innocence and slapped Paisley on the belly. "Owwww, don't, please--" "Your body can't get damaged, right?" She nodded. Vera pushed down hard on her bladder. It was enough to make Paisley cry out, tears running down her face. She laid there nearly sobbing for a minute. "I have a water bottle in my bag," Vera said, "you need me to go get it? You can pee at least a little bit so it's not so bad." She nodded, and Vera leapt up and ran out to get it. She looked down at her overstretched belly. The faint pulsing of the ocean of urine she was holding was sending throbs that she felt through her entire lower half. Vera returned promptly and handed her the bottle. It was much larger than Paisley was expecting. "I was saving it for myself, but it seems like you need it more," she said, squirming and squeezing herself much more than she was before. "It was full, so I had to drink the water." Paisley strenuously rose to her feet, hobbled over to the chair, and gingerly sat down. She looked up at Vera with worried eyes. "You're not gonna be the first one, huh?" she asked, giggling. "Alright, then." Vera pulled down her pants and completely exposed her privates. Paisley's eyes went wide. She gently pulled her shorts down and put the bottle up to her pussy. For the first time in days, she relaxed. Urine immediately burst out of her like a firehose, exploding full force into the bottle. She moaned and let her head drop back, smiling blissfully. The feeling of relief was nearly orgasmic, until Vera shouted. "Paisley!" She snapped back into reality and saw the bottle nearly overflowing. She immediately cut off the stream, which proved to be astoundingly painful. "Ah! Ah! Owwwww... Fuck!!" She squeezed herself hard, not to stop urine from continuing to gush out, but because her urethra was burning like it was on fire. Her bladder was still in an extreme amount of pain, bulging out just a little less than before. She placed the bottle, which was filled to the brim with her hot piss, on the table in front of her. "God, that was torture..." she muttered, bent over and pushing her hands into her groin. "Torture for me, maybe!" Vera said, twisting like a pretzel. "I had to watch you explode like that. It was kind of crazy to watch your bulge get smaller, though." She bobbed up and down with her hands between her legs. "You sure you're still up to fuck around?" "Will it make me feel better?" "It'll be relieving in its own way." She shook her head and shrugged. "Honestly, I'd do anything to have this hurt less." Vera didn't waste any time. She came up and kissed her on the lips. Paisley's heart fluttered with excitement, though she was still so filled with liquid that she was shaking like a leaf. Vera started dancing in place desperately and ended up sitting on Paisley's leg, scooting back and forth and tapping her crotch, still kissing her. She leaned in and accidentally drove her knee directly into Paisley's bladder. "Ohhh..." she moaned, lurching forward. "Oh shit!" Vera laughed, still squirming heavily. "I didn't mean to do that. Fuck! Okay, I'm not trying to rush or anything, but we need to get going before I pee myself, okay?" She pulled Paisley's chin up and kissed her again, scooting back and forth even faster. They made out for a few minutes, as Vera's desperate potty dance got more and more animated. Paisley's hand was constantly gripping the side of the chair, and she continued to kiss Vera through the pulsing, unbearable pain in her tummy. She felt a dampness on her leg where Vera was scooting, and she knew she was starting to lose control. Neither of them were wearing any pants to absorb anything. After a couple more minutes, Vera pulled away. "If I can be honest, I've never done this before and I don't know where to start. I just know when I masturbate, I stop having to pee so badly and it feels really good. We need to get going 'cause I'm starting to pee." She pointed to a shiny patch on Paisley's pale thigh... unfinished

Quackduck

 

I don't usually go in the mornings

For Miranda, leaving to the restroom during first period was like clockwork. Her morning routine consisted of getting dressed, brushing her teeth, and eating breakfast, but one peculiarity was that she didn't relieve herself. "I mean, I can feel that I need to go," she explained to her friend Shauna during first period, bouncing her leg up and down, "I just don't think anything of it until later in the day." "That's weird," Shauna replied. "When I wake up, I need to go bad." "That's me right now," Miranda said, leaving the table and asking Ms. Richter for a bathroom pass. She sighed in frustration. "Every day, Miranda." "Thank you, ma'am," she said sheepishly, taking the pass and leaving to the bathroom. Her morning pee always had a more powerful stream than her other bathroom visits, unless she was holding it. The next morning was the same as the last. Wake up, brush teeth, eat breakfast, and go to school. When she felt the familiar urgency fill her belly during Ms. Richter's lesson, she immediately raised her hand and asked. "No, you go every day in my class," was the cold response. "I'm beginning to think you're skipping." Miranda turned a little red in the cheeks. "I'm not skipping..." "Then I'm sure you can hold it like an adult." With that, she continued her lesson. It's strange when your routine gets shaken up. All Miranda could think about was her tight, full bladder pulsing up against the waistband of her jeans. Her feet never stopped tapping and her legs never stopped fanning. She wiggled her butt occasionally when the need got particularly intense. After about a half hour, she raised her hand again. "Ms. Richter, I really have to go. Can I please use the restroom?" "I gave you your answer already, Miranda. I'd appreciate it if you stopped disrupting my class." Great, she thought, now I just let everyone know how bad I need to go. She squeezed herself under the desk and crossed her legs, constantly fidgeting. As more and more time passed, the more her need worsened. Ten minutes to the bell, she felt dampness when she squeezed herself again. The poor girl was sweating as she squirmed around in desperation, an entire night's worth of urine stretching her bladder. Miranda felt herself leak and she immediately tensed every muscle in her lower half. This wasn't good. She was nearing her limit. She discreetly looked down and inspected the crotch of her pants, where a patch the size of a golf-ball resided. Since everyone seemed to not be paying attention to her, she began scooting back and forth and holding herself more frequently. Five minutes after that, Shauna came by to talk to her. "I'm literally about to fucking explode right now," Miranda told her as soon as she sat down. Shauna laughed and began talking about something else, ignoring her friend's obvious desperation. She couldn't get her mind off her dire need enough to listen to the story, and when the bell rang, she immediately leapt out of her chair and rushed to the bathroom. Outside the door, she threw her book bag to the ground, but it unfortunately got stuck on the string of her hoodie. It yanked her towards the floor and she let out another spurt. With one hand squeezing between her stepping legs, she wrestled the string until it was unstuck, then she ran into a stall. She hopped around as she struggled with her belt. When she was finally able to pull down her pants, she sat down and pissed immediately. Her powerful stream pattered loudly against the porcelain bowl, and she sighed in relief. "That was way too fucking close," she muttered to herself, wiping the dampness from her underwear. "Way too fucking close." She made a mental note to pee when she woke up next time. The next morning, she of course forgot this note, and once again went to school with a heavy bladder. It was even harder to hold this time. By the end of the class period, her bladder starting to hurt and there was a noticeable wet patch on the crotch of her pants. The only thing that reminded her to go the morning after that was because peeing was not all she needed to do. She groggily woke up to a different kind of fullness in her belly. Another part of her morning routine was laying in bed for much longer than she probably should. She always set multiple alarms to help get her up, starting earlier than she needs to wake up and ending later than she needs to leave. Today, her tiredness overruled her rather dire need to void her bowels for a long time. She kept releasing long, wet farts that were stinking up her room, so there was no way she would be able to hold it through first period. One particular fart nearly made her shit her pants, and she had to squeeze her butt with her hands to keep from doing so. Miranda groaned in discomfort. Her need was only worsening, and it soon felt like her waste was boiling inside her, churning around and begging to be let out. She writhed desperately under the covers, cradling her hurting stomach and fighting the lethargic need to lie in bed. Despite it being earlier than she would usually drag herself out of bed, she managed to crawl out and waddle to the bathroom, pinching her cheeks together to contain the immense amount of shit inside her tortured tummy. Immediately upon sitting down, she erupted diarrhea into the toilet bowl like an upside-down volcano. Miranda sighed in relief as she finally emptied herself. She could feel her tight, full belly returning to its flat, squishy state as she rid herself of the huge amount of waste she was holding for so long. The next day, she of course, forgot to relieve herself in the morning. Shauna was absent that day, so she sat in the back and focused completely on holding her urine. During the last ten minutes, she felt like she was about to cry. It hurt like hell, especially being squeezed by the waistband of her jeans. She leaked into her pants, causing her to tense every muscle in her body. The pulsing agony she felt when she did this was awful. Miranda was barely holding on, her burning urethra threatening to fail at any moment. A couple minutes later, she leaked again. It took much longer to stop, and it was far more painful to do so. By now, there was a very noticeable stain on her crotch, thighs, and butt. She could feel warm urine puddling in the seat she was sitting in. When she spurted a third time, she had to put her head down and bite down onto her sweatshirt sleeve. The poor, desperate girl was in so much pain she couldn't stand it. When the bell rang, she shakily pulled off her sweatshirt to wrap around her waist. She almost couldn't stand up, and walking felt like daggers in her overfull bladder. She would have sprinted to the bathroom if the hallway wasn't so awfully crowded. The closer she got to the bathroom, the more urine was pushed out of her tortured bladder, staining her pants almost all the way down to her ankles. Miranda was doubled over, for standing up straight would pain her even more. When she was about five feet from the entrance to the girl's bathroom, she started leaking and couldn't stop. Golden droplets were falling from her pants as she rushed into the stall. Immediately sitting down without pulling down her pants, she exploded a gushing yellow stream into her ruined jeans. Her head fell back in immense relief and she bit her lip. Although the relief was bliss, she felt like crying from shame. She couldn't go the rest of the day like this. She took out her phone and called Shauna, who answered almost immediately. "Hey, where are you?" Miranda asked.
"I'm still at my house, I woke up late as shit."
"Can you, um... Can you come get me?"
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, I'll explain later. Can you just please come here?" When she got there, Miranda snuck quickly out of the school. "What happened?" Shauna asked. The poor girl simply removed her sweatshirt to show her friend what happened. "Shit, alright get in. I have other pants you can use." Miranda climbed in and skinned off her ruined jeans. "There's underwear there, too," Shauna said, "in the red bag behind you." She pulled off her red laced panties, too, revealing herself completely. She'd already been seen in wet pants, she might as well be seen like that too. Her pussy had quite a bit of hair around it, since she wasn't expecting anyone to be seeing it. Suddenly, she started squirming in the seat. "Fuck! I still have to piss," she said, tapping her privates and wiggling her butt. "I didn't empty my bladder enough." "You can use my bathroom, it's fine. Let's go back to my house. My parents aren't there so we can just stay home from school." Miranda pulled on the boxers and sweatpants that were in the bag and desperately squirmed the whole way home. When they got there, she rushed to the front door and hopped from foot to foot, waiting for Shauna to unlock the door. She got her keys ready, but didn't open the door right away. "What are you doing? I'm bursting, dude!" Miranda exclaimed.
"Can I ask you something?" Shauna asked.
"Yes, just hurry up!"
"Did you... like it?"
Miranda crossed her legs and bent over. "What, pissing myself?"
"Yeah... Did it feel good?"
She went a bit red in the face. "I-I mean, when I finally went it did, why?"
"This might seem weird, but... that's kind of my thing. Like, holding it 'till you have to go really bad. It happened to you at school so you didn't get to enjoy it, but--"
"Enjoy it?"
"It gets to the point where it feels really good. Eventually. Your bladder presses up against some kind of... I don't know, it just feels good when you're really really desperate to go."
"So what?"
"So I think you should try it."
"I've had enough of holding my pee for today, Shauna."
"Oh, please Miranda? I just want you to try it! You already have to go so bad, the waiting part is over!"
Miranda sighed. "Fine," she said, bobbing up and down with her hands between her legs. "I'll try it." Shauna finally let her inside, where, instead of running to the toilet, she sat on the couch, cradling an overfull bladder.

Quackduck

 

Germaphobe

Mia’s friends would call her a germaphobe, though she didn’t consider herself to be one. She always carried around a bottle of hand sanitizer, and she always brought her own lunch to school (who knows where school lunch has been?), and she never used a public restroom. In fact, she never used anyone else’s toilet but her own. They were always disgusting. She always waited until she was in the comfort of her own bathroom at her house to go. Of course, this has caused her a considerate amount of discomfort over the course of her young life, but it’s worth it to avoid those awful places. Her bathroom was always pristine. ”They’re disgusting!” she told her group of friends one day at lunch. Their names were Kara, Talia, and Amanda. “I can’t even think about putting my butt on anything that tons of other people  have done their business on!” She tapped her foot in desperation. “I wish girls didn’t have to pee.” ”I agree, they’re nasty,” Amanda said, “that’s why I hover.” ”You still have to walk in there and touch the stall door and stuff!” ”You’re overreacting,” said Talia. “You know there’s more germs on a keyboard than a toilet seat?” ”I know. I always wipe down any keyboard I use.” ”You’re germaphobic!” ”Am not!” Mia defended vehemently, wiggling her butt in the chair in response to the urgent need to pee she was neglecting. This was normal, though. She always went home from school with a heavy bladder. Making a beeline to the bathroom in her bedroom was part of her routine. ”Anyway, what time are you guys gonna able to come over tomorrow?” Amanda asked. They were all spending the night at her house. Mia’s chest fluttered with excitement. She’d never spent the night at a friends house before. ”I’m free all day,” she said. ”My mom could just pick us all up from school and bring us straight to my place.” They all agreed. The next morning, Mia woke up and eagerly got her things together. Still in pajamas, she threw a change of clothes, a hairbrush, and a nintendo DS into her school bag. She didn’t even notice she was hopping from foot to foot, really needing her morning pee. She walked to the bathroom, but her brother was taking a shower. A little disappointed, she instead put on her school clothes, closing her jeans around her urine-filled tummy. She squirmed while she ate her breakfast (eggs, toast, and a tall glass of orange juice), pulling on the button every once in a while. She skipped to the bathroom and released her liquids, her golden stream splashing into the toilet water below. The whole day she couldn’t concentrate on her work. All she could think about was how much fun she was going to have, and how they’d probably stay up all night. At the end of the day, Mia and her friends stood together at the car loop and chatted. It was only then when she noticed that the orange juice had made its way through body, and now wanted out. She shifted her weight from foot to foot discreetly, wanting to go home so she could pee. Then she realized it: she wasn’t going home. She wouldn’t go home until tomorrow morning. ‘Okay, no big deal,’ she thought, ‘I’ll just hold it. It’s not that long a time. People have held it for way longer than a day, I’m sure.’ She pulled on the button of her jeans that squeezed so cruelly against her swollen bladder. Amanda’s mom gave them a ride to the house. Mia had been there many times before, but she’s never used their toilet. She tapped her foot the whole ride there. When they arrived, she hopped out of the car a little too eagerly and jarred her liquid-filled organ more than she’d have liked to. She pulled on the button again and stepped in place, waiting for the others to get out. They went up to Amanda’s room, where they talked and played video games. for a whilecompletelforgot about her need until Amanda’s mom called them downstairs for dinner. Mia was dissappointed at what the meal was. It’s true that most kids love pizza, Mia was lactose intolerant. Not wanting to be rude, and feeling rather hungry anyway, she took two slices. She poured herself a tall glass of coke without thinking and felt the first sip go right to her bladder, making her press her legs together under the table. Sill not wanting to be rude, she finished the whole glass as to not be rude. She was scooting back and forth for the entire meal (three whole slices), but her friends didn’t seem to notice. When they went back up to Amanda’s room, they played some video games. By then, Mia’s need was urgent. She was sitting on her foot, grinding into her heel any chance she got. With her palms placed tensely on her knees, she refused any offer to play the game because she didn’t want to divide her concentration. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She wasn’t concerned about leaking just yet. In fact, she’d had to go this badly tons of times, and held it for a lot longer. She thought about how much worse she had to go a few years back at a fair, where she refused to use the porta potties despite having had three large icees. “Are you sure you don’t want to play, Mia?” Talia asked. “I’m fine, I’m not really into this game. I can just watch.” “Are you alright?” “Yeah, I just kind of need to pee.” “The bathrooms right across from my room in the hall,” Amanda pointed out with a mouth full of chips. Mia didn’t get up, though. “Why don’t you go?” Kara asked. “You guys know I don’t like using other bathrooms other than my own.” “Not even mine?” Amanda said, confused, “dude, it’s not that dirty.” “It’s just a security thing, I’m fine.” “So you’re just gonna stay having to pee for the whole night?” Mia didn’t answer. A couple of hours later, Mia’s need increased considerably. She sat with her arms hugging her knees and her jeans unbuttoned. Sweat dripped down her face and she wiped it with her shoulder. Her bladder was pulsing strongly, urging her to empty it. Orange juice and Coca Cola wanted out of her body as soon as possible. She needed to pee really badly at this point. There were many times that she could remember needing to go this bad, most of them at school. She could still hold it for a while longer, but there was an entire night ahead of her. About a half hour later, Kara mentioned getting the beds ready. Amanda and Talia got the bed, but Mia was able to called the couch, as to not sleep on the floor. She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and put on pajamas. She stepped in place as she skinned her jeans off, patting and squeezing her crotch when needed. She was standing there in her underwear when the thought of just using the toilet crossed her mind. She had to pee really bad, so bad that she couldn’t stand still. It was only about 8 o’clock at this point, and her next opportunity to pee in her own house wouldn’t be for at least another twelve hours. Thoughts of other people sitting there pushed the consideration out of her head, though. She brushed her teeth while hopping around, squeezing herself with her free hand. Then, she pulled on her blue cotton pajamas and went out there, still harboring an urgent need to urinate. The night was rough. Hours passed by like days as poor Mia filled up like a water balloon. There was so much liquid sloshing around inside of her when she moved that she could barely stand up straight, but she did her best to keep the severity of her need unknown. By the time her friends went to bed, she was in pain. Out of sight from her sympathetic friends who would make her use the bathroom, she was able to writhe and squirm all she needed. Both hands were inside of her underwear, squeezing between her legs with all her might. It was a little after 2:00 AM and Mia’s friends had been asleep for a long time. The pain from her swollen abdomen had kept Mia awake, tossing and turning in desperation, both hands never leaving her crotch. She had to pee so bad! There was no way she’d be able to make it until morning, but still she laid there in agony, twisting her legs together trying to keep the massive amount of urine contained inside of her body. She hadn’t peed in almost a full day! Mia touched her belly with her fingers and felt her bursting, rock-hard bladder pulsing against her skin. She rolled over on her side and hugged her legs up into a fetal position. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, and for a while, she succeeded...   She awoke to the excruciating feeling of her bladder ready to pop. She was still in a fetal position, and she was absolutely exploding. It was still dark outside, and her friends were still all asleep. She scrunched her face up, waiting for the wave to subside, but it didn’t. It was an intense, excruciating ache. She needed to pee NOW. Mia glanced down to the bathroom, where the toilet stood invitingly. Images of countless people using it crossed her mind. She couldn’t use it, no way. Nobody uses Mia’s bathroom except for her, except her brother when he has to shower, but Amanda’s was open to guests. As far as she was concerned, there seemed to be nowhere she could pass water at the moment, even though she really really needed to. Her belly was hurting so bad that Mia was afraid she was doing actual harm to her body by holding it in this long. She rolled over on her back and touched her abdomen. Her bulge was so much bigger now, and sensitive to the touch. She looked at the clock, which read 4:06 AM. She couldn’t hold it any longer. She was in excruciating agony. She got up gingerly, holding back whimpers. She couldn’t stand up straight at all, and walking felt like daggers in her bursting bladder. She waddled slowly over to the toilet with both hands squeezing her crotch. She turned the light on and, out of curiosity, shakily lifted her shirt to see if she could see the bump in her belly, and she could. ‘Jesus Christ I look pregnant’ she thought. She looked at the toilet, willing herself to hurry up and do it. She needed to go so badly, but she just couldn’t bring herself to sit down on the toilet. The poor girl didn’t know what to do. She left the bathroom, defeated. Mia was constantly bending over, even when walking, because standing up straight squeezed her bladder in an awful way. Walking took much longer than usual, too. Every step she took was like a punch to the tummy. She waddled back to the couch and flumped down, pee sloshing around inside her. She was on the verge of tears as she tried to fall asleep, wishing to god that she’d wake up and go home immediately so she could urinate. She decided she’d have to do something drastic. Waddling as fast as she could, (which wasn’t very fast at all), she made her way to the stairs. On the first step she took, she spurted. Mia squeezed even harder and shut her eyes, holding back choked whimpers of pain. Urine still leaked out of her burning urethra as she did this, and once it finally stopped, there was a small, golf-ball sized patch on the crotch of her pajama bottoms. She needed to pee NOW. She painstakingly made her way down the steps. She was quite wet by the time she reached the bottom, and she could feel it on her fingers which perpetually squeezed between her legs. The bursting girl went to the front door and opened it up as silently as she could. Then she slipped out and waddled over to the side of the yard where a rather large bush was. For a moment, she hesitated. Her screaming bladder was begging to be emptied, but she stood there for a few seconds. She spurted again, and she held it with all her might again, despite having the opportunity to pee. She was too dignified to pee outside, too germaphobic to pee in the toilet... What was she going to do? In her extreme desperation and pain-filled state, she started to cry. She was bent over with both hands buried in between her legs, sobbing from needing to pee so badly. She spurted again and actually fell to her knees in an effort to hold it in, her urethra burning even worse than before. When her stream subsided, her butt was soaked. A few minutes passed before she was able to bring herself to relieve the screaming agony in her bladder. She gingerly stood up, pulled her pajama bottoms down to her knees, and squatted down. She thought she would burst immediately, but she didn’t. She still felt the extreme need to urinate. She was shaking, and still crying a little. Most of all, she wanted to pee. She needed to pee. Mia was confused as to why she couldn’t let go now, when just before she was fighting to keep it inside her. From a lack of balance, she fell on her butt, jarring her overfull belly and sloshing the urine around inside her. She massaged her bladder and pushed on it, but it was only causing her more pain. She had to go so bad! Why couldn’t she go? She pulled her pants and underwear completely off and spread her pussy lips apart with her fingers. She pictured waterfalls and babbling brooks, begging her body to let her release the ocean of urine pent up inside her. The screaming, pulsing ache of her bladder was too much for the poor girl to bear. No matter how much she pushed, she couldn’t pee. It was torture! Mia felt a fart bubbling up in her belly, which was the last thing she needed right now. Her bladder was ready to burst open, and now the three slices of pizza have come back to haunt her. It only added to the awful pressure on her bladder. She shouldn’t have eaten so much pizza, knowing she was lactose intolerant. Behind the pain in her bladder, she felt huge amounts of gas traveling from her belly to her anus. A loud, booming fart was released without her even pushing. In a way, she was glad she didn’t use the toilet, because she wouldn’t have been able to hold that in. She wasn’t done, though. Her stomach was hurting badly, on top of the excruciating pain in her bladder. She felt more gas making its way through her body, then she released another lengthy fart. There was so much discomfort in her lower half, she could hardly take it. “Ohhh... why can’t I pee?” she groaned, “I have to go so bad...” She was genuinely concerned about her health. This couldn’t be good for her. It felt like her belly was going to burst! Mia stood up on shaking legs. It felt weird being naked outside, almost dirty, but that was the least of her concerns. ‘Maybe if I walk around a bit it will be easier to go, like when I walk my dog...’ she thought. Her bursting bladder was protruding out of her belly with the immense amount of urine it was holding. It felt like she was carrying around a bowling ball. Between her rumbling tummy and her screaming bladder, Mia found it rather difficult to walk around, but she managed to go around in a circle, still bent over. It felt like knives, and it didn’t help. All she managed to relieve herself of was more gas. She decided to try to sit on the toilet. She already sat on the ground, she might as well sit on a filthy toilet seat. Perhaps her body is so used to peeing in a bathroom, she can’t go anywhere else. She brushed the dirt off her butt and gingerly pulled her pajama bottoms on, trying not to squish her liquid-filled belly too much. Mia couldn’t believe how badly she needed to urinate, and the fact that she couldn’t release her fluids scared her. She waddled up the yard with her hands in closed fists at her side, and when she went up the steps to the front porch, she felt it. She started leaking into her pants. Immediately, Mia yanked down her pajama bottoms, sat on the steps, and exploded. Pee sprayed out of her like a fire hose and pattered against the concrete driveway. The relief she felt was immense. She couldn’t help but moan with pleasure at the feeling of her overstretched bladder finally being emptied. Her legs shook and her head fell back in pure bliss. The stream went strong for nearly three minutes before dying down. She massaged the last few spurts out of her bladder with her hands and let out a sigh of relief. It felt so good to finally be empty again after nearly a full day of holding. She pulled her pants back up and looked at the huge, gleaming puddle of urine she’d produced. She had no idea she could even hold that much. It dropped over the sides of the concrete into the grass and travelled downhill to the street. She farted again, then again. Then she felt a different kind of fullness in her belly. “Oh, no,” she groaned to herself. Her lactose intolerance wasn’t done punishing her for the three cheese pizzas she ate. She just hoped she could hold it until she got home. She crept back in the house and tip-toed up the stairs. She was on her way to her bed when it hit her hard, and suddenly she needed to go NOW. She ran to the bathroom, pinching her cheeks together with her right hand. She hesitated again, but not because the toilet was dirty. She knew she would be loud with this, and she didn’t want to go through the humiliation of waking her friends up with a bowel movement. Mia hopped from foot to foot, both hands on her butt, wondering what to do. She felt like crying again, but there was something comical about her current situation. She really couldn’t catch a break tonight. A fart escaped her without warning, and she knew she didn’t have much time. She grabbed the toilet paper off the holder and bolted outside as quietly as possible. When she got to the spot behind the bush, she realized something. Poop was different than pee. You can’t just go in the grass, you need to dig a hole or something, right? Amanda didn’t have a dog she could blame it on. She hopped from foot to foot trying to think of what she could do, releasing another fart every thirty seconds. She twisted her legs around like a pretzel and squeezed her butt in desperation. If she didn’t come up with something quick, it was going to be bad. She sprinted around to the backyard, hoping to God there’d be a way to empty her bloated belly. She noticed an old tool shed in the corner of the yard. The desperate girl ran in and searched for a shovel in the disorganized pile of tools that laid about, the whole time squirming and fidgeting trying to keep the volcano from erupting. When she found one at last, she took it to the bush and stuck it in the soft dirt. That small amount of exertion strained her bowels even further and made her need worsen. She hopped around and squeezed her butt waiting for the wave to pass, but like her bladder before, it didn’t. With one hand clenching her bottom with all her might, she pushed the shovel downward so it pulled up the dirt and clattered to the ground. ‘Oops, that was a little loud...’ she thought, hoping no one in the house heard it. The divot she made didn’t look big enough unfortunately, so while patting her butt with her hand, she picked the shovel back up and stuck it in the ground again. After a moment of desperate writhing, she pushed it down again, this time letting it fall on her foot as to not make so much noise. Mia had no idea it would hurt that bad. Hopping on one foot, struggling to keep herself from crying out, she cradled her poor, crushed foot in her hands and actually forgot about her dire need for a moment. A couple of tears fell from her face as she limped back over to the hole and threw the shovel aside. ‘It looks big enough now,’ she thought, squeezing her butt now that her desperation returned. She yanked down her pants and squatted over the hole, immediately exploding. She could feel her stomach actually getting smaller. It was loud, but she wasn’t sure if it was worth it to come all the way outside and hold it for that much longer. Once she finished, she wiped herself and filled the hole back up, then crept inside and washed her feet off in the sink (for they had been extremely dirty). Mia crawled back in bed, finally feeling empty for the first time in hours. She drifted off into a peaceful sleep...   Mia was the last one to wake up. It was a little after noon, and her mom was already there to pick her up. Her bladder was full again, but even though she had sat in the dirt last night, she didn’t relieve herself in Amanda’s bathroom. She said bye to Amanda and thanked her parents, then got in the car to go home. “Did you have fun?” her mother asked. She nodded, but the only thing she could think about was her full, bloated bladder pulsing against the waistband of her pajama bottoms. When she got home, she went straight to her bathroom. “Hello, old friend,” she thought as she sat on her own toilet and released her water the right way.

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Full Bladder Curse!

Olivia was a curious girl, always wandering through the Magic Woods where she wasn’t supposed to go. “There are dangerous things in there,” said her older sister, “You wouldn’t want a wizard to cast a spell on you for trespassing in his forest!” Olivia didn’t listen, though, for there were far too many wonderful things to see in the Magic Woods. As she wandered gleefully through a forest path, she came upon a stream. It wasn’t an ordinary stream, though, for the water ran a magnificent glowing blue. Olivia, who had become perched from walking through the forest for so long, kneeled down and drank from the river. She drank and drank until her tummy was full and her thirst was adequately quenched. “Stop!” She heard someone yell, “stop, stop!” She looked up and saw a small bearded man with a long cane pointing at her. “You dare drink from my river? My magic river?” “Oh, I’m awfully sorry,” she said, “I didn’t realize this magic river was yours!” “Bah, that’s what they all say! All want a taste of my splendid water, but it isn’t for you! For that you must pay!” “But I’m only a girl! I’ve no powers or weapons! Ill leave now, and you’ll never see me again!” “Nay, no weapons, but you have prying eyes that saw the way to my magic river!” “I’ll never speak a word of it, I swear! I swear!” “Hmm, maybe you speak the truth, but you still have a belly full of magic water. That must come out, yes it must. Okay, hold still.” With that, the wizard shot a beam of golden light at Olivia. It stung a bit, but mostly it scared her. She fell backwards in the grass. “Hey!” She shouted, “what did that do?” “You’ll soon see, little girl. It will wear off in a day or two. Now begone with you!” Olivia ran as far away from the river as she could. By then, it had begun to get dark, and her mother would be needing her home soon. She began the long walk back. As she walked, the curious girl felt herself needing the restroom rather urgently. It wasn’t too bad, but she picked up the pace. Not five minutes later, though, her hands had made their way in between her legs, and she was hoping she could make it home. She walked even faster. Ten minutes after that, she was hobbling as fast as she could through the forest, really needing to go potty. She needed to go so badly, and she wasn’t even halfway home yet! She decided she couldn’t wait, and strayed from the trail to look for a good bush. Once she found one, she began undoing her belt while hopping around from foot to foot. “Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee...” she was saying to herself, pulling her pants down to release her stream. Just at that moment though, a Bush Gnome popped out, one of the many whimsical woodland creatures that reside in the Magic Forest. She’d never pulled her pants up so fast. “What’re you doing in my front lawn?” He demanded. “I’m sorry!” Olivia said as she ran away embarrassed, urine sloshing around in her bladder. Now she really had to go. She felt like she was going to leak at any moment! With both hands pressed hard into her girlhood, she ran around the forest looking for an uninhabited place to do her business. The problem with that is that the magic forest is teeming with intelligent life, gnomes here and wizards there, eyes at every turn that Olivia doesn’t want to see her peeing. While she was running, though, she began to leak, and she realized she didn’t have a choice. She yanked down her pants, sat down with her legs spread, and released a torrent of pee, her belly thanking her graciously for the relief. Her head fell back and her eyes closed with bliss. When she looked down, she was surprised to see glowing blue streaming out of her privates instead of golden yellow. This must have been the work of the wizard. She went home feeling five pounds lighter, but by the time she reached her front door, she was already shifting her weight from foot to foot. She stepped inside and saw her sister, Emma, studying on the couch. “Hey, sis,” she said. “Hey,” Olivia responded sheepishly, making a beeline to the bathroom. “You weren’t in the magic forest were you?” “N-no,” she said, stepping lightly in place. “Cause I can tell, you know, when you’re lying.” She spun around and looked Olivia in the eye. “You weren’t in the magic forest, were you?” “No, I swear!” They locked eyes. A worried, guilty Olivia stood frozen in place, clenching her lower half trying to keep her water in. Finally, she said “I have to pee!” And ran to the toilet, which wasn’t a lie. She really had to go. She released a river of blue and left to her room, where she picked up one of her favorite books. She hadn’t even gotten five pages in before she felt the familiar tingle in her abdomen again. “What the hell?” She mumbled to herself. “That’s it! Why do I have to go so often? It’s probably an illusion. I don’t actually have to go, I just think I do. I’m not gonna go until tomorrow morning!” Thirty minutes after that declaration, she was having second thoughts. She struggled to stay concentrated on her book, having to reread pages 2, 3, even 4 times when her need took up too much mind space. Her bladder felt like it was about to explode. She was forced to change leg positions every few seconds when the discomfort got to be too much. She gave up on reading and threw her book to the side, bringing her knees up to her chest. Her squeezing fingers and her burning urethra didn’t feel like adequate protection against the ocean of pee inside of her. Illusion or not, she had to GO. Olivia jumped up and ran to the bathroom, but to her dismay, it was closed and locked. Her sister must be in there.

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