Leaky Bunnie 268 Posted November 11, 2018 Share Posted November 11, 2018 Hey there! This is a thread for tiny desperation ideas! Things you can read in a few seconds but that put very sexy ideas in your head! I don't know how many of you knew holdingit.minuteboard? There are a fair few users on here that are also on there, and made content for it before it sadly went down. It's still available in parts through the waybackmachine, so it's not all bad, but still... it had a thread that I adored called "lines of desperation", started by the user Rexone312. It's just full of tiny little stories, though it did go off-topic and delve into longer ones at points, but most of it is really easy to digest chunks of very, very sexy desperation. It's often extreme stuff too, with unrealistic hold times and large bladders, which is what I love! https://web.archive.org/web/20171205040050/http://holdingit.minuteboard.com:80/m/b/a/showtopic.html?topicid=70357&start=0 You might also be aware of some other omorashi poetry already on the site, such as this topic by Sunflower: Or this more recent one by SecretPerson, which is what inspired me to make this topic after talking with him: Okay! So now that all that backstory is out of the way, I'm going to be posting some of my own tiny stories here, as well as some of the ones from users on holdingit.minuteboard, where I can I'll get permission to do so, but I would like to have a current archive of this stuff as the site was taken down! I don't want to take credit for any of these works, only put them up somewhere so more people can enjoy them again! ? One last thing: This Topic is for DESPERATION! If you want to make one about wetting stories or fear accidents, please do so! I'm really only interested in the holding, and wanted to make a topic for those, like me, who miss holdingit.minuteboard and this thread in particular. So, without anymore exposition, feel free to give writing some of these a go! Quote Link to comment
Leaky Bunnie 268 Posted November 11, 2018 Author Share Posted November 11, 2018 Oh! I'll actually start this off with some examples by Rexone312, who doesn't use this site and I hope will be fine with this! --- Not Even at Home 1 - Her eyes brimmed with tears and bladder screamed with pain - when her little cousin sister fell asleep over her rock hard overfilled bladder already squished under the undersized jeans. She covered her mouth before a cry escaped and her mother would have heard. Had it not been for her mother she would have let the litres of pee out hours ago. But her mother warned her not to relieve herself till the guests left because that's what a lady does. Only if her mother realized - she had forgotten to let her daughter use the bathroom since the last few days. Only if her mother realized - the guests were planning to extend their stay. . Only if. . . Not Even at Home 2 - After she failed in her graduation exam, her mother requested the college authorities to enroll her in special recovery classes. She was never allowed to leave the classroom, even during the lunch time. Naturally she came home frantic for the toilet. But her mother kept the bathroom doors locked. The instructions were clear: Only studies - no breaks - not even bathroom breaks. She now sits in the drawing room, bouncing and squirming , longing for a relief. She shuddered looking at the bathroom door which was accessible only to her sisters and her mother. It was just day 2 and she had no idea how she would cope with her mother's strict 'NO-BATHROOM'policy throughout the year. . . Not in front of his Friends - Tears formed in her eyes, as she forced her tired muscles to hold the liters of pee. She was newly married. She was out with him and other couples who happened to be her husband's friend. Before they were leaving her husband strictly warned her not to make any fuss about bathroom breaks. There would not be any. So here she was, holding 17 hours worth of pee with nearly 3 litres of intake, getting ready for the ride back home, longingly looking at the door of the toilets as every one returns from there relaxed. Lies in front of her a 5 hour non stop journey with lots of beer to be downed. Untitled 1 - She heroically held her pee all day at office just like her boyfriend. They both loved holding it and it was the part of their daily routine. Today she however wanted to pee. But when she finally reached the bathroom at her place she came out running. There was a huge spider over the lid. She had tears in her eyes and nearly squat over the floor. He lifted her despite his own bladder screaming for relief and took her upstairs. He then whispered to her, " I had kept the spider on the lid. its just a dummy." She was shocked and tried to come out of his grip. "No hon! You lost your only chance to pee. Now we both hold the entire weekend. " And it was just Friday night. . . ---- All of these, again, were written by Rexone312. Check out his blog for more of his longer stories: http://life-without-toilets.blogspot.com/ Rexone_312 1 Quote Link to comment
Bees 217 Posted November 11, 2018 Share Posted November 11, 2018 She couldn't release, no matter what. Her mom had taught her to never use a public bathroom. Though she could barely take it anymore, she needed release, and she needed it now! She couldn't wait until she got home, but she had to. If she peed in the mall it wouldn't look good. A few hours later, in her car, she was bursting. Why couldn't this train go faster? Mistress26 and Leaky Bunnie 2 Quote Link to comment
SecretPerson 287 Posted November 11, 2018 Share Posted November 11, 2018 Here's another limerick I wrote this morning as a sequel to the one about Marie in the second thread Lapiis linked: Well, one or two weeks now had passed, And liters of piss had amassed. "I'll explode!" thought Marie. "...But girls never pee!" Her bladder would just have to last. UrineLover1, Leaky Bunnie, Mistress26 and 1 other 3 1 Quote Link to comment
Guest Posted November 12, 2018 Share Posted November 12, 2018 Alone a stormy winter's night in her bed, a young girl's fright Keeps her staying in her bed The rain and thunder gives her dread She pulls the covers up real high As lightning strikes the ground outside But she must leave eventually Her bladder had filled exponentially She tossed and turned, she squeezed and jerked But nothing she did would ever work She needed to pee, she needed to NOW But to leave her bed she'd not allow Though the urine that built up inside her was great Her fear of the storm would never break But the pattering rain against the house Was making her almost wet her blouse After hours and hours of tossing and turning While her body, for the toilet, was yearning She finally sat up and said "I've got to wee!" Then she ran to the bathroom, exploding with pee When she got to the door, she was horrified The bathroom was locked- She hoped she'd stay dry! She was dancing and squeezing and hopping around "Hurry up! Hurry up! It's going to come out!" When her sister had finally opened the door She raced in and sat down to empty her poor Bladder, which begged her to open the gates And when she did, the relief was great Atop her porcelain throne which she sat She exploded the urine that she had amassed For almost two minutes she sat there with glee After waiting so long, she had finally peed Quote Link to comment
Leaky Bunnie 268 Posted November 15, 2018 Author Popular Post Share Posted November 15, 2018 (edited) It's about time I actually posted something here I guess! Here are a few scribbles I wrote while on the train the other day~ -- The Idol - Piss frothed painfully in her distended bladder. She was a gorgeous pop star, in the prime of her career and her talent. Her voice made everyone melt, she was beyond gorgeous; with her tight ass, her firm breasts, her curvaceous body... She was the envy and lustful daydream of anyone who saw her. Yet now she was nursing a third curve, a deadly time bomb within her lower midsection. It was a bursting load of hot piss, withheld for several days already as her world tour wore on and on and on. Endlessly torturing her and her quivering, tightly crossed legs. In the dressing room before the biggest show of them all, she begged for a break, tear brimmed in her eyes, but they were already behind schedule! Oh fuck, whose idea was it to travel the entire globe in such a short time! They had left no space for bathroom breaks! There was no way she could protest, of course... because a true idol can always contain her waters. No matter how great the ocean becomes. Behind her clenched pussy, her quivering labia, her bladder walls quaked. As her back teeth began to float, she realised it was going to be a long few months. The Dragon's Gold - Every dragon has a hoard, but not every hoard of gold is the same. It had been centuries since she had stirred, since she had tended to her hoard, to her building, high pressure, ocean of perfect gold. The mighty dragon grunted and clenched, her hind legs together, her pussy as huge as an elephant was quivering with urgency, and her gargantuan, distended bladder held enough golden water to drown a small continent. Every couple of hundred years she would rise, she would swallow a lake, a third of an ocean, a thousand gallons in one gulp… then she would return to her sleep. She would never piss. She could never piss. For tens of thousands of years she had held, and yet it would never be enough. There have been thousands of heroes who had tried to break her. Who had supplied her with diuretics beyond belief, or potions designed to double the urine within her over and over for all eternity. She endured it all, as her bladder swelled. Though she was small for a dragon, she knew she could make up for it with her control. Though she was only the size of a football field... she held within her a universe of piss. One that she would never release. A hoard of gold that would remain for millennia, she would squirm, hold her crotch and grunt… she would hold it. Eternally. It was her legacy. Eternal Life - One hundred percent of people who have pissed when their bladder is full, have ended up growing old. It was a dark cult that worked out the secret to eternal life was simply to hold it in for good. Those beautiful women. Forever young. Forever solemn and teary eyed. Forever nursing a distended bladder and a twitching piss hole. Eternity has just begun, but they’re going to explode. Queuing - There was a queue for the only bathroom around, a prison sentence for those who lost it in their pants, and no privacy to release anywhere else. It was simple really, the toilet opens once every hour, and one person can enter. One person can piss. One person can leave, and often not having fully emptied themselves due to the thirty second pissing time limit. It has been all day waiting in the ponderous line, and Emily is seeing stars in the daytime. She is humping her hands for any small amount of extra control she can gain. She’s set to burst, bladder stretched tight, she can’t remember the last time it was emptied. When the day ends she is only one person away from her release, but the toilet is closed for the night. The woman who locks it has chains on her pants, and a grotesquely swollen bladder. She looks at Emily with sympathy... She can try again tomorrow. But tomorrow she’s going to be at the back of the line again. A Princess Must be Pure - There once was a Princess who refused to piss during her stay in a cell. She had been kidnapped and contained for days, and the jailers knew her bladder was full. They wanted to see her shame herself, they wanted to watch and laugh as that distended piss bump burst. The Princess had to refuse them. Her only source of relief was a dirty, horrible hole in the ground, and not worthy of a lady’s release. It smelled of a sewer... Nothing so foul smelling should ever come to close to a princess’ private parts. So she held it and waited to be saved, despite her demanded gallon of daily fluid intake, she held it like a strong and ladylike maiden should. She kept herself clean and pure. Once two weeks had passed and she was saved, she tried not to weep yellow tears as the brave knight brought her home, squeezing her bladder as he did. She excused herself, composed as ever till the very end, to visit her room for some rest. Yet once she squatted over her privy, she realised… the piss within her distended bladder had fermented so long, it was a frothing dark orange in hue, and it stank so strongly of ammonia that it made her dizzy when just one drip was allowed release. Now that the piss itself was filthy, was vile smelling and fetid, she could not allow it to desecrate her pure and sacred womanhood. Resolute in this decision, she grimly stood from the chamber pot and returned her panties and dress to their public positions. She left her room to greet the masses. Knowing she can never piss again now. A single tear is all that remains on her chamber pot, which now lays in the garbage heap. -- That's all for now! I've loved all the contributions so far, thanks so much! ❤️ Also, if anyone wanted to write any poop desperation stories, feel free! Just hide them under a spoiler so as not to put off anyone who isn't interested! Thank you all! ❤️ - Lapiss Edited November 15, 2018 by Lapiiss (see edit history) Mistress26, Gothes, FullBladder85 and 5 others 8 Quote Link to comment
FullBladder85 374 Posted November 18, 2018 Share Posted November 18, 2018 (edited) Thanks for those stories Lapiiss. I especially loved 'The Idol'. The below short story was inspired by some recent bad weather in my area. The perfectionist in me kept wanting to add onto it to make it better, but in the end I think less is better then adding even more to this. --- (Stuck in a Blizzard) "Don't worry Jessica, we'll outrun the blizzard tomorrow morning. There's no need for us to leave now and drive all night" her husband had assured her the night before they returned home from their vacation. He had said it so confidently that she had believed him, and stopped insisting they head home that evening. But 24 hours later Jessica, with a heavy load of boiling piss sloshing around urgently in her bladder begging to be released, knew she and her husband should have driven home last night. Jessica badly wanted to find a place to release the bursting load of hot piss she had built up over the so far 14 hour trip with no end in sight. But everything was closed due to the blizzard, and her husband warned her that they'd likely be snowed in for days if they stopped anywhere now. Jessica's husband had suffered with her at first, until hours later when his bladder's need became too great. "Jessica give me one of the empty bottles! I can't hold it much longer!" he begged. He couldn't do it himself while he was driving. Reluctantly Jessica had done as he had asked. She even held the bottle, and aimed his cock for him, and watched jealously as he took a relieving piss while continuing to drive. The sight of his relieving piss was agony for Jessica and the heavy load of boiling piss still sloshing around urgently in her own bladder. She glanced anxiously at several other empty bottles the two of them had drained during the long ride, if only she could pee in one of them like her husband had! But she couldn't, there was nowhere for her to release the torrent of hot piss frothing around urgently in her now painfully distended bladder, not even many hours later when she had to help her husband pee in a second bottle. Edited November 18, 2018 by FullBladder85 (see edit history) Mistress26, huberp76, randomkath and 2 others 5 Quote Link to comment
Rexone_312 764 Posted November 18, 2018 Share Posted November 18, 2018 thank you so much for quoting me here ? And since I actually use this site I am going to post a nice little tale here. . Leaky Bunnie and Foxlover 2 Quote Link to comment
SecretPerson 287 Posted November 30, 2018 Share Posted November 30, 2018 (edited) Tea, Goddess of Oceans Tea had been the goddess of the oceans. Before time began, she had been instructed to make the oceans for the world. She had sent a raven to Si, the queen of gods and goddesses, to ask how many she should make. Four, Si had said. But the raven misheard her, and told Tea to make five. When Si found out, she was furious. She took Tea down to Earth, and made her look at what she had done. "The whole world is covered by your oceans!" she said. "There is no room left for any land! What am I going to do?" Tea had no answer. "I know what I'll do," Si continued. "You have made this mess, so you must clean it up. Pick one of the oceans and drink it up until there are only four left, like I wanted." So Tea drank an ocean, and the world was right. "Now," said Si. "Clearly I cannot trust you to create anything else, so I hereby banish you to the mortal world, to spend eternity underground, never to bask in my light again." She dug a cave all the way at the center of the Earth for Tea to live in forever. At first Tea cried, for the pain in her belly was so great, having stretched to contain a whole ocean. But as the centuries passed, her belly began to feel better... as the water of the ocean moved slowly to her bladder. Thousands of years have passed since then, and Tea has been forgotten by gods and men alike. Her bladder contains 10% of the ocean, and fills more with every passing year. What would Si say, if she lost control and spilled the ocean back into the world, destroying everything? No, Tea had to hold it, hold the entire ocean in her bladder, squirming and struggling far beneath the surface of the Earth, until the end of time. Edited November 30, 2018 by SecretPerson (see edit history) Esitaro3670, Tentacool, Phentaiee and 2 others 3 2 Quote Link to comment
Unknown104 76 Posted December 17, 2018 Share Posted December 17, 2018 Kira's Quest Kira rested her hands into her lap as she sat on her throne. Her legs quivered as she separated them to a natural length. She steeled herself, taking a deep breath. Her pointed ears twitched as she tried not to focus on her current predicament "My Queen, the humans have arrived. Shall I invite them in?" "Yes, do not keep them waiting." Kira straightened her back, straightened her robe. Her collar bone was exposed, arms, her legs below her knees were shown off, but even they were covered with leggings. A trio of men walked through the opened doors. Two of the men were older, one sporting a head of thinning white hair and a face full of wrinkles. The other held brownish-gray hair, and held a few wrinkles of his own. The final man was younger, carrying a dark beard and a full head of hair. The servant stood at the side of the door, her arms crossed behind her back. "Good morning, Queen Kira. We've delivered your share of grain, as we owed." The oldest spoke first, his voice raspy. "I assume you've kept your part of the bargain?" "Of course, Sir Bandon. You need not worry." She nodded with a slight smile. "You don't truly expect us to taken an elf at their word, do you?" The second oldest spoke out. Sir Bandon glanced back at him, clearly annoyed at the other. He returned it, along with the the youngest of the group, eliciting a sigh. "Would you mind, my lady? My sons insist." Kira pursed her lips, going to protest, but decided against it. She nodded, standing up and grabbing the end of her dress. With a blush quickly spreading across her face, she lifted her robe above her. Her thighs were pressed together and her round bladder bulged outwards passed her chest, her legs quivering slightly. She could feel their eyes on her bladder, two months worth of pee contained in it. "That's enough, my lady. I think we have what we need." Kira quickly dropped her robe. She sat back down and slowly crossed her legs, trying to seem as calm and as natural as she could. "We'll be back next month with the next supply of grain. Have a good day, my lady." Sir Bandon turned, heading towards the exit. His two sons followed behind him at a slower rate, staring back at her with some not-so-innocent thoughts running through their heads. As soon as they were out of sight, she pressed her hands against her crotch, almost doubling over. She bared her teeth, need and desperation running through her. Her bladder throbbed wildly, stretched far beyond what she thought she was possible. "My Queen!" Her liege rushed up to her, kneeling in front of her. "This has gone long enough-". "N-No-" Kira slowly rose. She struggled to separate her legs, even inch like a battle to move. Her hands shook, managing to pry them away from her crotch. "I-I'm okay, Vea, see?" She forced a smile. Vea stared, her eyes opened widely. "You cannot take much more of this, my queen." She spoke calmly. "I can, and I-I will." Kira's voice strained as her bladder throbbed particularly painfully. "There must be something- someone that can act as a proxy-" "They want me. I cannot afford to lose them, Vea. At least until this damned drought ends..." She whispered. "This kingdom needs their grain, without it." Her hands slipped back down into her crotch, squeezing an eye shut. "W- We would starve..." Vea opened her mouth, trying to find something solution to this conundrum. Alas, nothing came to mind. "N-Now, fetch my water..." Kira groaned, sitting back up. "I have yet to drink today." "... Yes, my queen." She stood, heading towards the exit. randomkath, Esitaro3670, Leaky Bunnie and 2 others 5 Quote Link to comment
Aloe 580 Posted December 17, 2018 Share Posted December 17, 2018 There once was a girl from Purdue Who desperately needed the loo She waited in line But ran out of time As her bladder was long overdue Woo hooooooo Mistress26 1 Quote Link to comment
Phentaiee 1,203 Posted April 26, 2019 Share Posted April 26, 2019 This absolutely needs to continue. When a long story has no release at the end, it’s a little upsetting because it feels incomplete, but when a short story ends with the implication that the protagonist would literally never pee again, it’s amazing! I would like to contribute something I wrote a few days ago. I was told it would fit nicely here. A girl gasps and wakes up in the middle of the night. Her spouse is sitting next to her, awake. “Aww, did you have a bad dream? I heard you saying terrible things in your sleep! You were talking about taking your plug out, and peeing! At least you’re awake now, it’s all over don’t worry.” They said. “Y-yeah, s-such a terrible dream...” The girl whimpered, rubbing her bursting bladder. Ever since they got married a few weeks ago, she had to wear a permanent plug, and would never be allowed to take it off again. Why would she want to take it out, though? She doesn’t have to pee... and she doesn’t ever pee anyway... at least that’s what she’s going to have to think for the rest of her life... Mistress26, Leaky Bunnie, Esitaro3670 and 1 other 2 2 Quote Link to comment
Jimmy Olsen 933 Posted May 8, 2019 Popular Post Share Posted May 8, 2019 Bladder Buster (female desperation) Drinks were free until somebody went to the bathroom. Three girls were determined not to be that somebody. Three pitchers were empty. Three bladders were full. It was obvious even from across the room. The tall blonde's legs were crossed as far as humanly possible. The curvy redhead's bottom was bouncing up and down on the bar stool. The petite brunette's arms and legs were fidgeting frantically. The three women casually chatted about various topics as if it was just a normal night at the bar, but each one was thinking about just one thing. None of them could ignore the pain. None of them could relieve the discomfort until one surrendered. None of them wanted to be the one. Clingy (male desperation) They hated to be apart for so long. Her especially. The moment he returned she smothered him with kisses and hugs. He couldn't even make it to the bathroom before she drug him to the bedroom. Now there was no way to take a potty break without killing the mood. Lovemaking with a full bladder was agony, but he gritted his teeth and gave his best performance. She didn't seem to notice any problem. He was exhausted when it was over. He needed a moment's rest before he could get up and walk to the bathroom. He accidentally fell asleep. He woke in the middle of the night with a bladder ready to burst and a woman wrapped around him like a cocoon. She was sound asleep, but no less affectionate than when awake. He tried to free himself, but she only hugged tighter. It was going to be a long night. Biku, Leaky Bunnie, fortardball87 and 4 others 7 Quote Link to comment
Jimmy Olsen 933 Posted May 28, 2019 Share Posted May 28, 2019 I find it difficult to write a desperation scene without a planned conclusion, but it's an interesting challenge. Here are two more I came up with. Intruder (female desperation) The stealthy woman stood flattened against the castle wall. She needed to stay as still as possible, but she couldn't keep her leg from twitching. Her mission took a long time to carry out, and stopping to empty her bladder was not an option. She could wait there undetected due to the dark of the moonless night, but a running stream and a steaming puddle would not go unnoticed. The next step was to slip inside the inner wall during the changing of the guards. She was trapped there due to an unexpected delay in their schedule. The two guards muttered impatiently, echoing her own feelings. One of them got tired of waiting to be relieved, and relieved himself. She listened in agony as he carried out the bodily function she was denied. The hissing and splattering sounds went on and on as the overworked guard drained his neglected bladder while the unseen intruder used all her strength to keep hers sealed. When he finally finished she was breathing heavily and thumping her leg uncontrollably, feeling like she had barely survived the ordeal. Then to her horror the second guard began to undo his belt. Prisoner (female desperation) The captive woman danced for the tyrant and his court. Others in her situation were sold into slavery or put to death, but the cruel ruler had a fondness for beautiful young women. She would be set free at the end of the banquet if he was pleased with the entertainment she provided. Her ankle was shackled to a chain attached to the wall and she was performing in a chilly room with much less clothing than she was accustomed to, but those problems were secondary. The biggest risk to the quality of her dancing was the fact that she had no way to privately relieve herself. She was in pain, and her legs didn't want to behave themselves. She was embarrassed, and she felt the men's eyes all over her, perhaps noticing her desperate body language and bulging bladder. Still she performed almost flawlessly, knowing that her freedom and perhaps her life depended on it. The third dance was over. She took a bow before collapsing on a cushion. The men hooted and hollered. A servant brought a pitcher of water and nearly forced the cold liquid down her throat lest she fall ill from dehydration. She nearly danced while she rested because it was quite difficult for a woman in her state to resist the urge to fidget. She felt like she had hardly begun to rest when the bell sounded to signal the fourth dance. Once again she rose to her feet and gave the best performance she could under such conditions. After this dance and three more like it she would be judged. The tyrant smiled as the poor young woman leaped and glided and stumbled along. He knew perfectly well what she was going through. Women who couldn't make water were the most entertaining. Mistress26, Esitaro3670, Leaky Bunnie and 2 others 5 Quote Link to comment
Jimmy Olsen 933 Posted June 14, 2019 Share Posted June 14, 2019 Bumping so people don't forget this thread! Phentaiee 1 Quote Link to comment
Jimmy Olsen 933 Posted August 9, 2019 Share Posted August 9, 2019 Sick with Jealousy (female bowel desperation) Sharice's romance with Bradley was her greatest pleasure in life, and losing him was her greatest fear. It was movie night, and the only other person who could make it tonight was Amy. Sharice was wary of her closeness to Bradley, and she got downright suspicious when he picked her up. He'd snagged a couple pastries from work because Amy loved that particular type. Sharice had told him not to bring her anything, but had no idea he'd bring something for the other woman. When he wasn't looking, she gobbled them both down and hid the tissue paper. They were full of cheese, which was bad for her, but by the time she noticed that it was too late. "Maybe they fell out of the car," she suggested when they arrived and Bradley couldn't find his treats for Amy. They'd agreed to watch a film and its sequel straight through. Anyone taking a bathroom break would miss out on part of the four hour immersive experience. Sharice made sure to sit between Brad and Amy. Before long there was trouble in her tummy. Rushing to the bathroom could incriminate her, so she tried to focus on the film and ignore her intestines. The urge inside her grew. "Can we pause it for just a sec? I really need to get up and stretch my legs." "No way! You can hold it." "But I can't!" "Then go during the next slow part. You can leave the two of us alone." Sharice didn't like the way Bradley said that. "I guess I can hold it," she said as she continued to provide a physical barrier between her boyfriend and her possible rival. Her colon felt and sounded like it was full of caustic boiling chemicals, but she was going to have to endure it. Leaky Bunnie, Jack Globus, Brown&yellow and 2 others 5 Quote Link to comment
Phentaiee 1,203 Posted September 8, 2019 Share Posted September 8, 2019 Extreme female pee desperation Abby had always had a problem with public restrooms. She could never bring herself to use them, no matter how desperate she was. This was a huge problem for her now, as an important pipe broke under her house, causing her whole plumbing system to need redoing. A few days after the incident, she frantically called from her hotel room phone, asking about the progress. Worse than previously known, no finish could be estimated. Abby held herself tightly, feeing every drop she drank over the past few days pushing to escape the overpacked prison that was her poor bladder. A hefty bulge was developing, and growing bigger by the day, and Abby couldn’t deal with the looks she got all the time. Having a bladder bulge embarrass her like this was almost as bad as using a toilet that wasn’t her own. She had to put an end to the bulge. Driving by her home, part of her lawn was dug up and she could see massive gaps in the plumbing. Her toilet would still not work for her. A few days later, and her muscles weren’t strong enough. She woke up to a tiny stain on her underwear, and horrified of the embarrassment of losing control and peeing herself in a crowd of people, bought herself a plug to stop further leakage. She finally relaxed her muscles, but realized if she just kept holding, her bulge would keep growing. She already looked pregnant, and if she got bigger, she couldn’t even go out in public due to embarrassment. She bought multiple belts and skin-tight clothing. She mentally prepared herself, wrapped a belt around her eternally growing bladder, then tightened it as much as she could. She screamed in desperation, but stuffed her sleeve in her mouth to stop further noise from making people in nearby rooms question her. Grabbing the other belts, she tightened all of them, compressing her already extra-dense piss tank to be even with her waist. The pain she felt was indescribable, but she felt a fantastic sense of relief, knowing that she wouldn’t have to worry about being embarrassed by her unusual bladder bulge for the agonizing weeks it took to fix her toilet. Eventually, she had to buy more belts because her bladder filled too much to be contained by the original amount. She got a call, after a month telling her that her pipes would not be fixable for a very long time. She was able to move to a new home, and bring all of her possessions with her, but her new bathroom seemed... off. She danced frantically in place, her agonizingly compacted bladder feeling like it should burst. She looked longingly at her own personal toilet, open and ready to use, but her bathroom had a window in it. She wouldn’t be able to undress if people could look at her! She called a company to come and replace the window in her bathroom with a solid wall, and bought more belts, knowing she would need them. Tentacool, Mistress26, Frooger and 2 others 4 1 Quote Link to comment
Jimmy Olsen 933 Posted November 14, 2019 Share Posted November 14, 2019 I was going to add a Halloween story, but it grew so long that it needs its own thread. I'm still going to bump this thread, though. It's a good thread. Phentaiee and Aloe 2 Quote Link to comment
Jimmy Olsen 933 Posted December 16, 2019 Popular Post Share Posted December 16, 2019 (edited) "May I go to the bathroom?" Brissa Reichenbacher asked as she stood up from the desk, assuming the affirmative. "Absolutely not," the teacher replied. "I thought I made myself clear. No one may leave until the item is returned." "But I'll come right back," Brissa argued as she twisted the lower half of her body back and forth. "No exceptions." "But what if it's an emergency?" she whined as she continued to fidget. "This is an advanced high school history class, not a kindergarten. I don't believe that will be a problem." Brissa crossed her legs theatrically as she sat down with a "humph." She was being overly dramatic, but she honestly was quite overdue for a restroom visit, and she wasn't the only one. The final bell had sounded almost half an hour ago, but the teacher refused to dismiss the class until this matter was solved. She'd passed around four coins from the time period they were studying, but only three made it back to the front desk of the first row. The missing coin was quite valuable. More importantly, she loathed the thought of having to explain that one of the visual aids lent to her classroom had been stolen right under her nose by one of her students. Her class was in just as bad a mood as she was, with lots of complaints getting thrown at her and lots of accusations going back and forth among the students. Two boys were talking to each other when the teacher snapped at them. "Is there something you'd like to share with the rest of the class?" They each mumbled something sheepishly and then clammed up. The teacher glared at them both before focusing her attention on one. She loudly and slowly pronounced the young man's name. "Theodore Gillis, you're looking awfully nervous. Perhaps you have something to confess?" "What? I...no, not at all, no." He was indeed sweating like a guilty suspect, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat even as he spoke. "It's just hot in here, you know, and it's like...I'm like...I wanna go home." He actually had the same problem as Brissa, but was too embarrassed to admit it out loud. "We all want to go home, but I'm not letting you leave with something that doesn't belong to you." The last part was addressed to the entire class. Her eyes scanned the room, looking for any signs of guilt. "There will be no punishment if you return the item willingly. Only a small lecture on your life as a student and your future as a member of adult society." During the course of these few sentences she gave icy glares to half a dozen different students she suspected of taking the coin. One student she didn't suspect was Kelly Carrington, the fresh-faced blonde at the fourth desk of the third row. She was fidgeting nervously like some of the other young men and women in the classroom, but the teacher's eyes always passed her without a second thought. After all, who would suspect a straight A student with an unblemished record? Kelly was feeling very uncomfortable at the moment, but not because she was overdue for her after-class restroom stop. A large silver coin, warm with her body heat, was currently sitting in the valley between her cheeks. She'd put it in her pocket at first, but taken it out when no one was looking and slipped it inside her jeans where no teacher would search. She'd unintentionally put it on the inside of her underwear, where it had migrated to its current unpleasant position. She couldn't return the purloined item. Not only would she reveal herself to be a thief, but she couldn't physically remove the coin from inside her tight jeans without unzipping them, which was out of the question. She was ashamed, remorseful, guilty, and uncomfortable, but she kept silent. She'd committed the crime out of love. Perhaps "love" was too strong a word, but it was an overpowering crush. She'd given the wonderfully dreamy Ted Gillis all the signs a girl like her could show, but he still just treated her like a friendly acquaintance. She'd heard through the grapevine that the reason her wasn't attracted to her was because she was too goody-goody. She couldn't wait to put her cleverly naughty side on display by showing him the stolen coin after class was over. Unfortunately she had to wait, because this class wasn't ending anytime soon. Little did she know she was setting her crush up for the biggest humiliation of his teenage life. Ted squeezed his legs together as his hand tightened around his pen. If he wasn't inside the boy's room in the next few minutes he'd be the first student in this advanced history class to wet his pants like a kindergartner. He wanted to jab that pen right into the aorta of whichever despicable thieving delinquent was keeping them in class. Edited December 16, 2019 by Jimmy Olsen (see edit history) Leaky Bunnie, Imouto Kitten, Jack Globus and 5 others 8 Quote Link to comment
Keita123 1,103 Posted December 18, 2019 Share Posted December 18, 2019 Oh my God, that's so good! Looking forward to the continuation! Quote Link to comment
Jimmy Olsen 933 Posted December 18, 2019 Share Posted December 18, 2019 47 minutes ago, Keita123 said: Oh my God, that's so good! Looking forward to the continuation! Are you talking to me? I have a plot for "Sick with Jealousy," I just need to sit down and write it all. I wasn't planning to continue any of the other scenes. Quote Link to comment
Keita123 1,103 Posted December 18, 2019 Share Posted December 18, 2019 4 minutes ago, Jimmy Olsen said: Are you talking to me? I have a plot for "Sick with Jealousy," I just need to sit down and write it all. I wasn't planning to continue any of the other scenes. The above story. Quote Link to comment
Jimmy Olsen 933 Posted December 22, 2019 Share Posted December 22, 2019 The Dragon's Hoard (female bowel desperation) Grethe's blood was mixed. She looked rather human on the outside, but was much like a dragon on the inside. She certainly had a dragon's vices. She'd been a plague on the country for quite a while, eating livestock, stealing valuables, and terrifying anyone she met, but her reign of terror had come to an end. When the knights stormed her lair she was easily cornered and put in chains. They were pleased with the bloodless victory, but aggrieved by the lack of spoils. The dragon's den should've contained a king's ransom in gold, silver, and gems. All they found were bones, clothing, and a few trinkets. The knights were men of honor and mercy. They promised to release Grethe if she returned the stolen valuables, but she wouldn't so much as open her mouth when they asked where she'd hidden them. When the knights moved the prisoner they put together the puzzle. She was weighed down by the treasure she'd hidden away before her lair had been penetrated. They stripped her bare, but she was still heavy with loot. She must've hidden it inside herself, leaving only what was too large to fit down her gullet. She'd become a living treasure chest, one her captors were determined to unlock. Too honorable to kill the captive and raid her corpse, they decided to let nature take its course. Grethe now lived behind stone walls and iron bars, chained to a bench with a hole in the seat like a child forced to sit on the potty. Each morning the guards fed her and replaced the pot underneath the bench, but there was never anything but liquid inside. Her greed was so great that she maintained possession of her wealth by denying herself relief from the miserable fullness of her bowels. She sat there defiantly day after day, a permanent scowl upon her face, a permanent constriction upon her fundament, a magnificent bounty within her distended belly. Mistress26 and Unknown 2 Quote Link to comment
Frooger 98 Posted December 22, 2019 Share Posted December 22, 2019 On 9/8/2019 at 5:34 AM, Phentaiee said: Extreme female pee desperation Abby had always had a problem with public restrooms. She could never bring herself to use them, no matter how desperate she was. This was a huge problem for her now, as an important pipe broke under her house, causing her whole plumbing system to need redoing. A few days after the incident, she frantically called from her hotel room phone, asking about the progress. Worse than previously known, no finish could be estimated. Abby held herself tightly, feeing every drop she drank over the past few days pushing to escape the overpacked prison that was her poor bladder. A hefty bulge was developing, and growing bigger by the day, and Abby couldn’t deal with the looks she got all the time. Having a bladder bulge embarrass her like this was almost as bad as using a toilet that wasn’t her own. She had to put an end to the bulge. Driving by her home, part of her lawn was dug up and she could see massive gaps in the plumbing. Her toilet would still not work for her. A few days later, and her muscles weren’t strong enough. She woke up to a tiny stain on her underwear, and horrified of the embarrassment of losing control and peeing herself in a crowd of people, bought herself a plug to stop further leakage. She finally relaxed her muscles, but realized if she just kept holding, her bulge would keep growing. She already looked pregnant, and if she got bigger, she couldn’t even go out in public due to embarrassment. She bought multiple belts and skin-tight clothing. She mentally prepared herself, wrapped a belt around her eternally growing bladder, then tightened it as much as she could. She screamed in desperation, but stuffed her sleeve in her mouth to stop further noise from making people in nearby rooms question her. Grabbing the other belts, she tightened all of them, compressing her already extra-dense piss tank to be even with her waist. The pain she felt was indescribable, but she felt a fantastic sense of relief, knowing that she wouldn’t have to worry about being embarrassed by her unusual bladder bulge for the agonizing weeks it took to fix her toilet. Eventually, she had to buy more belts because her bladder filled too much to be contained by the original amount. She got a call, after a month telling her that her pipes would not be fixable for a very long time. She was able to move to a new home, and bring all of her possessions with her, but her new bathroom seemed... off. She danced frantically in place, her agonizingly compacted bladder feeling like it should burst. She looked longingly at her own personal toilet, open and ready to use, but her bathroom had a window in it. She wouldn’t be able to undress if people could look at her! She called a company to come and replace the window in her bathroom with a solid wall, and bought more belts, knowing she would need them. Hope you continue this😀 Quote Link to comment
Phentaiee 1,203 Posted December 23, 2019 Share Posted December 23, 2019 13 hours ago, frogger4y said: Hope you continue this😀 I don’t plan on continuing it, no. It was a short story with an ending that gives you enough information to put the rest together, but with the ability to take your own creative liberties with what happens. Quote Link to comment
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