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Poor little sweetie could not hold it ANOTHER SECOND. I think we ought to salute this modern day superheroine for doing what few adults could do, let alone sweet young schoolgirls like her. She held it for SO FREAKING LONG, a whole day of pure torture as she woke up desperate like crazy but had to get ready for school and couldn't pee. The whole day, she had to pretend, shy little sweetheart that she was, that she wasn't really desperate, which of course only made it that much worse. I swear there were parts of today she wished she had never been born. Suffering through 6th and 7th period with an utterly swollen, distended bladder filled with over 1000 ml of hot, smelly liquid (after all, she was going to drink just as much water today as normal so nobody got suspicious). How she managed to make it through the whole seven hours of school, not to mention the morning before hand, without leaking was beyond anybody's guess, even her own. But there was absolutely no way this shy little thing would ever use the bathrooms at school, so full all the time of gossipy bitches who she just KNEW would judge a girl like her for the sheer force of her stream and her unsuppressable and involuntary groans of sweet satisfaction. 

 

So she held it all through the bumpy bus ride home, tears welling in her eyes, her whole body soaking wet but not with pee -- she shockingly had held in EVERY LAST DROP somehow through the excruciating day. No, she was wet with an ocean of sweat, beading down her brow and red little face, all over her back and arms, her stinky armpits and smelly little butt crack. By the fourth or fifth bump it was taking absolutely every ounce of muscle concentration in her plump little body to somehow, superhumanly manage to keep every single drop in, her bladder stretched well beyond what any decent human being would consider their limit. Yet somehow, some way, she held it till she got home, every muscle in her body contorting and convulsing to keep it all in, her face beet red, barely able to breathe, now no longer hiding her incredibly obvious desperation as her arms grasped her crotch with furious intensity. She was one of the very last people on the bus, which was nice because nobody could notice her humiliating display, but also not so nice since it meant she was holding it for a FREAKING HOUR of bumpy agony while most other girls -- even the shy ones who had held it all day -- were getting their delicious serotonin reward by now. As soon as she hit her stop the poor little thing RAN like she had never run before in her young life, even though she was barely able to move. She bounded indoors, and didn't even bother to greet mom and dad on the way in. Mom rolled her eyes and thought, "not again, she's going to burst her bladder someday doing this". 

 

As soon as she got to the bathroom, the plump, shy, precious little cutie, who had somehow not spilled even A SINGLE DROP of her utterly, horribly overfull bladder, loaded with over one liter of piping hot, foul yellow piss, wasted not a second but to hike her panties down, plop on the toilet, and...

 

 

Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh...she moaned utterly involuntarily, unable to control herself as stars danced in her eyes, the unspeakable agony of the whole day now melting, absolutely MELTING, into the unspeakable bliss of a long, powerful gushing stream of relaxation and enjoyment. And by gushing, I mean GUSHING. It was probably as thick as her forearm and would not stop. She didn't WANT it to stop. She never wanted it to stop. With each and every second her mind was transported somewhere else, a pleasant cloud in heaven, she was lighter than air, her whole body shaking and trembling, her eyes closed because she COULD NOT open them, she leaned back in her seat, enjoying every freaking moment as her head rolled back and she could not suppress her sighs, gasps and moans, one after another. Ooh ah ooh ah mm mm ah ah. Every one utterly embarrassingly loud, so much that the whole house could hear even over her embarrassingly loud stream of delicious bliss, but she wasn't even thinking. I mean, she was not thinking at all. Her mind was as empty as if she were in a coma. The only thought going through her incredibly relaxed and rewarded brain was, oh this feels so good, oh this feels so good, oh please never end, oh please never end. Her waterfall finally, FINALLY began to trickle down to a normal sized stream following the best four minutes of her life, but it was another minute or so of gasping, intense bliss and empty headed relaxation before it finally became just a teeny little trickle. Her little body, still shaking, still trembling with the intensity of the release, was so aching for more scrumptious hormonal and chemical cocktails of wonder and enjoyment, but alas all good things must come to an end. After a brief, but very raunchy and relieving fart, the poor, tired little girl proceeded to wipe herself and flush the immense ocean of light yellow piss that had filled the toilet nearly to the brim. Now she was lighter than air. Now she was like a goddess. Now she was perhaps the happiest she'd ever been in her life. The incredible feeling in her brain that the last five utterly scrumptious minutes had produced hadn't gone away. She was giddy, giggling, and ready for an amazing nap. And the feeling would last until well into the next day, making her feel that every moment of agony she had suffered was more than worth the reward her plump little body had cooked up for her, for being such a good, modest young girl.

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