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When Phineas and Ferb open up their lemonade stand franchise, Isabella is eager to help them out and work at one of the locations. While she’s there, she gets the benefit of free lemonade, and since it’s hot out, she drinks quite a bit of it. In fact, she drinks so much and so quickly that she doesn’t notice her need to pee building up until it’s already to the point that it hits her suddenly and severely.

Their stand is somewhat out of the way, in order to attract more customers that might not have passed by other stands, being in a location where lemonade stands don’t typically pop up, but that means that she has a bit of a walk before she actually reaches a bathroom. The closest place that she can think of is the boys’ house, and, knowing that she needs to go soon, before it gets too bad, she immediately heads off.

Her bladder grows more and more full by the second, and it isn’t long before even walking is a bit of a struggle for her. She has the urge to squeeze her thighs together, just to stop from wetting herself, and she stumbles at times. Already, it is hard for her to hold it while she walks, and then, to make matters worse, she happens to walk past a group of kids using water to keep cool in the heat.

They’re running to and fro underneath a sprinkler, while shooting at each other with water guns, and the sight and sound of all the water is nearly enough to make her lose control right then and there. With no regard for her dignity, she presses a hand against the front of her skirt from time to time, just to keep herself from leaking. She is sure that anyone could tell from how funny she’s walking that she is absolutely bursting, but she just wants to do what she can to make sure that she doesn’t wet herself, regardless of what that might entail.

Biting her lip, she struggles on, and just barely manages to regain her composure before she comes upon the house she’s been looking for. Phineas and Ferb are working outside at their own stand, and she tries not to think too hard about the lemonade as she makes her approach.

“Can I use your bathroom?” she asks. “I may have had too much lemonade.”

“Sorry, but it’s kind of out of order right now,” Phineas replies. “I had to use some pieces from our toilets to build some things.” There are a lot of things about that statement that she wants to question, such as why it was necessary, how he’s planning on getting away with that, and the general logistics of such a thing, but she’s reaching a critical point, her knees buckling, and she doesn’t think she’s going to make it if she has to wait much longer.

Seeing her desperation, Phineas says, “What about Buford’s house? He’s close, isn’t he?”

She groans, knowing that she won’t make it even there, and she is so overcome with desperation and her desire to not wet herself that she makes a very rash decision. Spotting an empty pitcher on their table, she snatches it, saying, “I’m borrowing this!” before hurrying off.

She runs to their backyard and behind the tree, not paying attention to anything else in her surroundings, and hikes up her skirt and pulls her panties to the side, just in time to let go into the pitcher. She gives a huge sigh of relief as her powerful stream fills the pitcher, and with her eyes closed, she has no idea that she isn’t as concealed by the tree as she thought she was, and that the boys, as well as those in line for their stand, can see what she’s doing quite plainly.

“Oh man, so much better,” she says, as she finishes, but then, she opens her eyes and sees several eyes on her. Her faces goes red as she realizes what’s happened, and she discards the pitcher, breaking into a run. It’s easily the most humiliating moment of her life, and she would do anything to be able to forget it.

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One of Wilt’s greatest faults is being too nice for his own good, and he has a hard time saying no, and always puts others before himself. It is always a benefit to those around him, and in most situations, it is a benefit to him as well, as it helps him with earning and keeping friends. There are few who dislike him, and his kind and giving nature is, for the most part, an asset.

But there are times when he gives too much, whether it be more than he has, or giving so much of himself that he pushes himself too hard. For instance, when the lines at the bathroom get backed up, there are times when he lets others go before him. On one particular day, he happens to arrive at the door around the same time as a couple others, and when a line forms, he is all too willing to take his place at the back of the line, even knowing that he had already been waiting for some time, and that his bladder is very full.

The wait will be agonizing, but he hopes that he is able to wait it out without any difficulties. He really has to go, but he feels better knowing that he let others go in front of him, because who knows how badly they had to. Still, his throbbing bladder doesn’t necessarily share his sentiment, and as he waits, it grows heavier and heavier, persistently reminding him of how badly he needs to pee.

He squirms in place, hoping that that will make it easier on him, but the line is so long now, and he realizes that it may have gotten even longer without him noticing. There are some he thinks might have cut, but he doesn’t call them out on it because he knows if they had asked, he would have let them anyway. After all, if they’re cutting, they must have to go pretty bad.

But he would never cut in line himself, even though he thinks that if he made it known how urgent his need is, he might be allowed to do so. Wilt would not do such a thing, and instead continues to struggle against his own need, shaking from how bad it’s becoming. He keeps crossing his legs, then uncrossing and re-crossing,  biting his lip and watching as one after another gets to go before him, and never very quickly.

And, the closer he gets to the front of the line, the easier it is to here those before him in the bathroom, and though he tries to ignore the sounds of them relieving themselves and the running water when they wash their hands, he can’t drown it out in any way. This doesn’t help matters at all, and he can’t stop shaking, completely unable to distract himself from just how bad his need has become. At this point, he’s starting to doubt if he’s going to be able to make it at all now.

The last thing he wants to do is wet himself in line in front of everyone, and he fights as best as he can to keep his control. If he can just make it a little bit longer, he’ll be okay. He continues to tell himself that, squirming and fidgeting in line, waiting his turn like he knows he should, even knowing that it could result in his humiliation. Just a little bit longer, just four more people in line ahead of him, and he tells himself that he can definitely make it that long, that it will be easy.

He is absolutely at his limit, and the fourth person enters the bathroom, leaving only three people in line in front of him. Just a little bit longer to wait, he continues to repeat internally, groaning and whimpering externally. He’s going to make it, he just has to wait, he just has to wait a little bit longer until he’s able to relieve himself, and that means he’s going to make it. He can wait, he know he can-

But he can’t, and even with only three people left, even with such a short wait in front of him, he has absolutely met his limit. He gasps suddenly as he feels the last of his control slip, and though he tries to stop himself from doing it, he can’t. Not only does he wet himself, but the three in front of him are caught in the crossfire, and the uncontrollable stream soaks them as his overfull bladder finally empties.

They’re quick to jump out of the way when they realize what’s happening, but that doesn’t stop them from getting soaked initially, and even so, it still takes quite a long time for his stream to come to a stop.

“I-I’m sorry!” he screams, before fleeing the scene.

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When Eduardo wakes up one morning, he is hit with an almost immediate urge to pee. This is pretty common for most mornings, but today, it feels particularly intense, perhaps because he woke up a little bit later than usual. Whatever the case, he wakes up with his bladder absolutely aching, and he is quick to get up and head to the bathroom.

The line is rather backed up already, and he realizes that by waking up later, he missed his usual chance to go before Duchess took one of her exceptionally long showers. That means that he will have a rather long wait, one that he isn’t sure he’ll be able to last through.

But his only option is to get in line and do his best to hold it for as long as it takes. Though that seems almost impossible to him right now, he hopes that the urge might get a little easier to handle with time, and that he will be able to wait until he has his time to go. He struggles to stand still, but tries not to do anything to tip anyone off to just how badly he has to pee right now.

The line is completely still for such a long time, and every minute of that wait is absolutely torturous for him. His bladder throbs and he is soon unable to stand still at all. As much as he doesn’t want to tip anyone off to his desperation, he knows that just standing there and ignoring it will definitely result in him wetting himself in front of everyone. That would be much worse than just having them knowing that he has to pee pretty badly, much more humiliating, and he begins to rock back and forth, squirming in place to try to keep his need under control.

The more time passes, the worse it becomes until he is dancing in place, desperately trying to keep himself under control, but then, finally, the line actually moves. He feels premature relief, glad that things are going to start moving along, but there are still several people in front of him, and that means that he still has a bit of a wait to deal with.

One by one, they move forward, and he continues to fight his own bladder as he impatiently awaits his turn. Closer and closer, he inches forward, while also getting closer to his own limit. He tries everything he can to not think about it, hoping that that will make it easier to deal with, but he is far past the point of simply not thinking about it now. Maybe that would have worked some time earlier, but he slept past that point, and if he had woken up sooner then he wouldn’t be in this situation to begin with.

The line keeps moving, and he keeps trying his best to wait it out, but it’s not getting any easier for him to deal with, and he is so close to his own limit now that he’s sure he won’t make it. In fact, when it gets to where there are only five more people in line in front of him, when he should be close enough that he might be alright, he feels a bit leak out, and is just barely able to stop himself before fully wetting himself.

This isn’t going to work, he knows he isn’t going to make it. He may have stopped that leak, but one more and he won’t be able to, and he begins to panic, trying to figure out something else to do. Stepping out of line, he looks around frantically for something, anything else he can use, and he hurries until he finds a plant that’s somewhat out of the way.

He looks around to make sure no one is there to see him, and is glad that the plant mostly covers him, obscuring even his size as he whips it out and begins…”watering” the plant, with a huge sigh of relief. He was really at his very limit, and there would have been no chance of stopping himself once he was in front of the plant.

He has just finished up and started back on his way when Wilt passes by, saying, “Oh, hey, Eduardo. Guess you managed to get into the bathroom, huh?”

Blushing and hoping that his friend can’t tell, he simply responds, “Sure did.”

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