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Germaphobe

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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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