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Casually Desperate

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When drinking a full cup of coffee became part of Chloe’s morning routine, the effects were pretty noticeable. She was of course much more energetic, which was a trait of hers that didn’t need intensifying. She was far more alert during school; there was no more falling asleep during lectures. She also found herself full of urine much more often than she wanted to be. Her bladder was rather small, and the coffee-loving girl was literally in a state of needing to pee more often than she wasn’t. 

It was hard to get used to for the first month or so. She had many ‘close calls,’ going from kind of needing a toilet to absolutely dying for a piss before she knew it. At that point, she would almost always be in the car, the middle of class, or anywhere else without immediate access to a lavatory. She held it for so long and so often that she sort of got used to the feeling. It was because of this, she believed, that her bladder had stretched to a much greater size than it once was.

When before if she found herself squirming on a long car ride, she would be filled with anxiety over not making to the toilet in time. Now, she could casually play the license plate game with a severely overfull belly and confidently wait until an opportunity to go arose naturally. She would squirm and fidget, but it was nothing out of the ordinary for her anymore.

Sometimes on the weekends, when she’d skip her morning routine out of laziness, she wouldn’t even enter the bathroom at all. She’d immediately go downstairs, have some breakfast, and a nice cup of coffee.

One saturday morning, she did just that. Chloe groggily opened her eyes and rolled out of bed. She had slept in a big white t-shirt that went down to her knees and black underwear. The only thing she did to get ready was pull on some shorts.

She ate some cereal and drank her coffee in front of the TV. She had to pee. Pretty badly, actually, but she didn’t mind. About an hour and a half later, her big sister, Emily, woke up and kicked her off the TV, so she went into the backyard and jumped on the trampoline. By then, she urgently needed to urinate, but she still payed it no mind. The liquid sloshed around inside her as she jumped, the weight shifting harshly up and down. A while after that, Emily came outside to take the trash out. 

“Why are you holding yourself like that?” she asked with a sneer.

Chloe hadn’t even noticed she was clutching herself between the legs. She forced her hands by her side and shrugged, even though she knew exactly why.

“You gotta pee, is that it?” Emily asked.

“No!” Chloe defended, embarrassed.

“God, you’re so weird. You better not bother me when Jack gets here. I don’t want you embarrassing me in front of him.” She went back inside. Chloe’s need had increased exponentially in only a couple of minutes, and now she could barely keep herself from a full-blown potty dance.

“That’d be the coffee,” she mumbled, but she didn’t want to go right after she lied to her sister about not needing to. She kept jumping for a while longer, even though it was like shaking a water bottle. She turned away from the windows so Emily wouldn’t see and squeezed herself inside her underwear. The old her would have immediately rushed into the house for sweet relief if it was that bad, but she was so comfortable with it that she stayed on the trampoline for quite a while. It eventually felt like pee was going to start squirting out of her with ever jump if she didn’t go soon, so she went back into the house.

The backdoor led directly into the kitchen, which then led to the living room, where she saw Emily and Jack giggling on the couch together. When she saw her sister, Emily’s face suddenly turned sour.

“What are you doing back in the house?”

“Just- getting a drink,” she said sheepishly.

“Kitchen’s that way, retard.”

Chloe spun around, went back to the kitchen, grabbed a coke and left. Sometimes she wished she were more open about her bodily functions, but it was alright now that she could hold as much liquid inside her as she wanted.

She drank the coke as she rode her penny board down the road on the way to her friend Abby’s house. She hoped she’d be home. Maybe she’d be able to use her bathroom. With every kick to propel the board, she felt her bloated bladder throb.

Chloe finished the coke as she



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No morning pee for Chloe and than jumping with a very full bladder on a trampoline is a arousing imagination for me.

That must be like bladder torture for her.

I like that, thank you.

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I can't help but wonder what happened next. I have come to realize it up to the reader to finish the story.

I would see her becoming increasingly  desperate, and having to pee-pee dance and hold her pussy trying to hold back the flood. Abby  is home but someone was taking a long hot bath. Eventually she would leak  a bit into her panties, dampening her crotch. THe wet patch would continue to grow. Abby tells her she can't keep wetting her pants leaking pee on the floor. When Chole has another big spurt, wetting her jeans down to her knee, she panics and runs outside. As soon as she is through the door she can't stop the flow at all, so she just lets go.

I could be much more descriptive but it is your blog.

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4 minutes ago, wettingman said:

I can't help but wonder what happened next. I have come to realize it up to the reader to finish the story.

I would see her becoming increasingly  desperate, and having to pee-pee dance and hold her pussy trying to hold back the flood. Abby  not home but someone was taking a long hot bath. Eventually she would leak  a bit into her panties, dampening her crotch. THe wet patch would continue to grow. Abby tells her she can't keep wetting her pants leaking pee on the floor. When Chole has another big spurt, wetting her jeans down to her knee, she panics and runs outside. As soon as she is through the door she can't stop the flow at all, so she just lets go.

I really that that ending! I also really like your interpretation of the Unfinished stories. This particular story is complete and up now in Fiction and Fanfiction.

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