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  1. 42 points
    This happened a little over a week ago. It was mid-morning, and I was wearing basic black panties and thin cotton pajama pants. I had been drinking a lot of water and coffee all morning while I worked, as usual. As it got close to the meeting time I didn't feel any need to go yet, and I expected it wouldn't be a long meeting, so I didn't bother going before it started. The meeting itself was boring. My boss has a habit of talking a lot to get to his point, so it was mostly listening and waiting. As it went on I started to feel a growing pressure. Everything I drank earlier was hitting me at once, and from how fast it was building I realized that my bladder was already partly full before the meeting, I just hadn't noticed. After about 30 minutes I was squeezing my thighs together. I definitely needed to go soon. If I had been in public I might have tried to interrupt and find a bathroom, but I was at home, I could hold myself if I had to. Besides, it would probably be over in a few more minutes, I could wait that long. I started to get worried as my boss kept talking. It was taking longer than I thought, and it was getting hard to focus as my desperation grew. At this rate I felt like there was a chance I wouldn't make it. It had been about 50 minutes and I had both hands firmly pressed against my crotch, while my boss talked on unaware. Under the table I crossed my legs and squirmed around as much as I could without drawing attention. I had to pee so bad, my bladder was begging for release and all I could think about was letting it out. After a few more minutes of desperate holding, it seemed like my boss was wrapping up. He started to ask some questions, so I had to respond while acting like I wasn't about to pee my pants. I struggled to keep my voice steady and felt my eyes begin to water. By that point I couldn't sit still and was pee dancing in my chair, I tried to make it look like I was just restless, but I was about to burst. My boss began to say goodbye and talk about upcoming meetings. I did my best to look like I was fine, but trying to sit still and seem normal was making me extremely desperate. I held myself and squeezed my muscles tight, barely holding on, waiting for the second I could leave the call and run to the bathroom. It was so close. Seconds from the end of the meeting, while my boss unknowingly watched, I just couldn't hold it anymore. A jet of hot pee shot from my pussy, soaking my panties and hands. I froze in place as I started wetting myself. I still needed to leave the meeting, so I fumbled to exit the video while my pee hissed out uncontrollably for a few moments. As soon as my camera was off I grabbed myself tight again and tried frantically to stop wetting. I only regained control enough to stand up, and I raced to the bathroom, leaking the whole way. Letting go of my crotch to pull my pants down made me lose control again, and I started peeing full-force in my panties before I could even sit down, but I mostly made it. The relief felt amazing When I was done I took my wet clothes off. My panties were soaked, and my pajama pants had a big wet spot on the crotch, reaching partway down the thighs. The chair I was sitting in had a wet patch too. Thinking about how I just had an accident in front of my boss was super exciting, I felt so naughty for wetting myself I didn't mean to do it and that made it even better.
  2. 42 points

    Soaked my jeans

    The other night I was casually playing video games and chatting with some omo people on snap. I had to pee but kept putting it off because I didn’t want to get up. Eventually of course I got pretty desperate—I was squirming in my chair and had leaked a tiny bit. I stood up and knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold it anymore. I ran to the bathroom while holding myself and got inside just as I started to pee into my jeans. I stood there for at least a minute in pure bliss while the dark spot on my jeans and the puddle on the floor both got bigger. Once I was done, I snapped some pics and went to my room to finish the fun.
  3. 41 points
    Quick wetting, I was trying to record more desperation but I couldn't hold it anymore~ 4436234.mp4 I made a wet spot
  4. 27 points

    Version 4.1.0

    722 downloads

    Oh, man, how long has it been? A year? A little more than that. First of all, I would like to offer you all an apology for leaving all of a sudden with almost no trace and taking the game away with me. I had been through some rough times, and then saw some... comments here and there which ultimately made me want to stop progress of the game and take it with me for a while. This re-upload is just a shot in the dark in case old players would still like to play it, as well as any new players that may come. This is all made with love, have no doubt. Now, onto the game info... SYNOPSYS This is a world known as Gaia, in honor to the Goddess who created the land and gave life to creatures inhabiting in it. In Gaia, we follow the story of Kriemhild, a country located in the main continent of this world and the house for a number of personalities that were involved in a short, world-scaled war that lasted ten years. However, the scars of this war are still very present after a few years, and a wicked character has his mind set in causing chaos and destruction in order to serve a purpose which is yet unknown to his victims. It falls into the hands of the people in Kriemhild to stop him, including a young girl named Solveig, who has recently become a knight and is determined to help the country that saved her and gave her a place to call home. GAME FEATURES This is a classic, old school JRPG-style with a few MMORPG-like functionalities seasoned with an engine that enables omorashi characteristics and events, including, but not limited to: Desperation System and standarized omorashi events Visual Novel-like special scenes. (It's 6 a.m. and I'm honestly falling asleep... or dying, so I'll keep this description short for now, but will update it later on) Now, for those of you who had previously played the game, here's what's new: New Content: Main Story Continues. The game now includes Main Story events up to Chapter 7. Animated CG All of Aria's standard CG events are now animated. New Maps Conjoint with new Story Content, new free exploration maps have been added. GAMEPLAY CHANGES: The RPG side of the game has been revamped. Some of the changes are as follows: Two new base stats have been implemented: Dexterity (DEX) and Resilience (RES) are two new stats added for every existing party member (all with different growth rates). DEX affects Hit Rate and Critical Hit Rate, while RES affects Critical Evasion Rate, Magical Evasion Rate, and also affects certain behaviors of the girl in question's wetting rates. The higher a girl's RES is, the more she will be able to resist wetting herself in a pinch. Hit Rate and Evasion Rate have been revamped: Hit and Evasion rates are now integer values instead of percentile. Physical attacks will miss if the target's Evasion is too high for the attacker's Hit rate. Desperation System has been revamped (further new additions are on the way as well): Certain aspects of the desperation system have been polished and revamped. This includes, but is not limited to, that a girl can now wet herself if she struggles with a Special Skill while she's in the Desperation status (mitigated by RES). New Special Skills have been implemented: Each girl has received a couple new Special Skills to their skill roster. Moreover, all skills' learning requirement has been changed, listed in a new item called "Encyclopedia of Skills". Passive Skills have been added to the game: Each of the main party girls have received unique passive abilities to give them a special role in the party. And possibly more that my brain isn't allowing me to remember right now. Lastly, I would like to encourage old players to start a new game, even if you will continue with your old save data later on (it should still be compatible). The changes made to the game make it feel like a completely different thing. More news/updates coming soon!

    Free

  5. 26 points
    I thought I was fine to make the trip across the lake. I didn’t realize how much I had drank throughout the day and listening to the waves didn’t help. All of a sudden a wave of desperation hit me like a freight train. I started shaking as I was trying to determine how far the trip would be to head back. I felt the water to maybe slip in the lake to go but the water was too cold. The buoyancy of the boat kept pressing on my bulging bladder which finally erupted with warm pee shooting down my buttcheeks. My buttchheks tyhighs and calves started glistening as the pee cascaded throughout my favorite skin tight jeans. When I was finnished I had no choice but to rinse them off in the cold water.
  6. 24 points
    It was a rainy day and all I wanted was something sweet to put on my tongue after a not so great day. I got to the listing of Italian ice choices and I became overwhelmed. I could feel a nagging urge in my bladder that I tried ignoring to focus on a flavor selection. I get to the window to make my order but the girl behind the counter wanted to make small talk. I stood there swaying back and forth trying to use the inseam of my tight jeans to help seal my pee from escaping my tight slit. I started stuttering on my order and forgot what flavor I had chosen. Before I knew it my pussy started flooding with warmth. I stood there talking to the girl who wanted to discuss the weather as I was losing control without her knowledge behind the window as we were talking. The streets were buzzing with traffic and I knew the spot on my pants as I glanced down was only getting darker and shinier by the second. Pee was squirting out of me uncontrollably drenching my jeans all the way down to my ankles. At this point I was relieved to have finally gotten my ice and able to release all that built up tension. It felt so good that on the way home I didn’t even finish my water ice before the second wave of urgency hit. I had my friend pull over and I enjoyed the second soaking and stress release not giving a shit who saw at this point after the day I had. I think I could get use to cide25d1c4a2117a5e3c0e2fb569c
  7. 24 points
    This clip is from a few weeks ago. I had been holding for hours and had to pee sooo bad. Finally lost control and flooded my shorts. Hope you enjoy FullSizeRender.mov
  8. 23 points
    I have the stories archived here, specifically for when this day came RIP SharaGerStories.zip
  9. 20 points
    I thought I would share my desperate experience I had the other day. I needed to get an ultrasound done but was told to arrive with a full bladder so they can see the scan better. I was told over the phone to pee at 1:00 and drink 40 ounces of water in 15 minutes. My appointment was at 2:15. "40 ounces? That seems like an insane amount of water to drink in 15 minutes" I thought. But I didnt question them, they do this all day every day. I'll drink it and deal with it. I have never had a very strong bladder and was worried for days leading up to the appointment. Finally the day came, all morning I thought about having to hold so much pee for who knows how long. I followed the instructions and peed at 1:00 then filled up two water bottles at 20 ounces each. I chugged them so fast I felt like I would throw up. I was going to leave the house at 1:30 so had about 20 minutes left before leaving. I played on my laptop until my belly settled. Once my belly started to feel better I could feel a small ping in my bladder that I kind of needed to pee. Any other time I would get up and pee when I felt this way, but this time I couldnt. I tried to focus on my laptop but I kept feeling the small trickle of pee slowly filling my bladder. Finally 1:30! Time to leave the house and get this over with it! When i stood up i felt better until i started to walk. Every step sloshed the pee into the walls of my bladder. I hurried and jumped in the car to relieve some of that feeling. "Only a 20 minute drive, I can make it." I told myself. The whole drive I felt my bladder slowly push further and further into my seatbelt strap. I'm nervous now, what if they dont do my scan on time and I have to wait in the waiting room? I get to the parking garage and quickly find a spot to park. Standing up from the car felt good, until i walked again. I could feel my once comfortably sweatpants elastic pressing on my tender bladder. I hurried to the elevator, I only needed to go down one floor. The second the elevator doors shut I shot my hands between my legs. Digging my fingers into my crotch in hopes of holding in everything. Small pings of pain as my bladder continued to fill. The doors opened. I put my hand back to my side and walked out onto the first floor. The room was right in the lobby. Thanks god, didnt have to walk much more. I go in the waiting room and sign in but I am immediately called over to a desk to get my information taken. I sit down on a plush chair and put my hand back in my crotch. The woman starts asking me basic questions but I can barely focus. I bounce my leg and try to answer as best I can. After that she tell me to take a seat in the waiting room, they will be right out. I look at the clock. 20 minutes until 2:15. "Oh my god, I dont know if I can make it" I think. I sit in this plasticky leather chair and rub my thigh trying not to hold my vagina in front of all the people in here. I play on my phone to distract myself but I doesnt work. I'm absolutely desperate at this point. I'm clenching all my muscles so I dont leak any pee. The longest 20 minutes was up, they called me back. I walk into a cold dimly lit room. "Okay. Lay down on that bed and we will get started." The lady told me. I shuffled to the bed with my legs closed tight and laid down. My bladder felt even worse laying down. She squirts cold jelly on my stomach and I clench up. "This wont be long" the woman says and then presses the ultrasound wand onto my stomach. I'm doing everything in me not to burdt. My vagina throbs from holding on so tight. "Nice full bladder" the woman days with a slight chuckle. The scan goes on. She pulls the wand further up closer to my bladder and presses hard down I clench my teeth and feel a hot spurt in my panties. "Oh god, please hurry" I'm thinking to myself. The woman slides the wand over my bladder with intense pressure. I tighten my vaginal muscles but to no avail. Another hot spurt sprays out of me into my pants. "Please I cant hold it much longer" I say to the woman. "You have to hold it a bit longer. If you empty your bladder now you will just have to come back another day to try again." She replies. I go to press my fingers into my vagina over my pants to get some control. "I cant scan your belly with your arm in the way" the woman says. I reluctantly pull my hand to my side. She moves the wand down to the underside of my bladder and pushes. No spurts! "Thank god, maybe that relieved some pressure" I though to myself. She slid the wand up and took me by surprise, my bladder let go, sending a hot torrent of pee into my panties and sweatpants. I clenched my vagina and stopped the flow but my butt was wet. I knew the bed I was on would be wet. "Okay, you can stand up and go to the bathroom now" she says and takes the want off me. The bathroom was directly next to the bed so all I had to do was get up, walk about 3 week, and I would be in there. The sweet relief of peeing was in my near future. I stood up off the bed and tried to take a big step toward the bathroom. Pee trickled down my leg. I'm loosing it. I have no control anymore. I slam the bathroom door and start fully peeing in my pants. I yank them down to the floor while trickling pee out of me. I dont have time to remove my panties. I pull them to the side even though they are already soaked and release my aching full bladder into the toilet. Well, as close to the toilet as I could. Pee splashed off the seat as I hovered over it.
  10. 18 points

    Biku Commission thread

  11. 18 points

    Bus desperation

    I gave this thread some more thought because it didn't sit well with me, and came back to this absolute chaos. But yeah, no. I should have been firmer the first time around and I'm dishing out warnings, and locking the thread. It should not have to be explained that recording someone without their consent is not okay and we do not condone that here whether or not such a recording gets posted. This entire story is incredibly creepy, please do not maneuver yourself around people in order to ogle them for as long as possible and then record them without their consent. This is not okay and within the climate of this forum where we're against creep in all way shapes and forms, absolutely unacceptable. Don't do it again. Next time it will be a ban.
  12. 18 points

    1,105 downloads

    Hi everyone! It was a long day...so I decided to engage in a long battle! I already lost partway through, which I'll elaborate on in a story in experiences. I had quite a few friends here to cheer me on, and I don't think I could have hung on if I hadn't. I do wish I hadn't leaked quite so much...the flowers all got watered anyway. ^^ Enjoy!

    Free

  13. 17 points
    So its been a while since i posted on here, I've technically attempted but like my browser refreshes and I loose my post so I'm typing it somewhere else first lmao Last night I had a really interesting experience that tbh I was too tired to appriciate. I've heard people say before that they dream of peeing and they piss themselves but I've never had that happen before, until now. My dream was pretty much what happened when I got insanely desperate the other day so I'm gonna explain that first In case its important, I'm 23 years old, 115 pounds, and 5'3" I have red hair thats faded so it looks somewhere between a natural hair colour and the vibrant red I usually dye it, that goes down past my boobs. I was wearing a white bikini with little blue, pink, and orange flower designs. I'm kinda skinny, but I have really wide hips. My figure has been described as "stereotypical superhero obviously drawn by a guy" (but like only in photos because im hella short) Recently I had been at the beach with my bf and his parents. They have lakefront property so we were sitting on their dock drinking some homemade iced tea that was really good (apparently iced tea to Canadians is different than what everyone else calls it and im not actually sure what the drink was but mine didnt contain alcohol) by the time I had to pee I had already gotten out of the water, and so did everyone else so I felt like it would be weird if I casually went back in when my clothes were already dry. I got desperate really fast tho and in the span of about an hour I was like "I need to pee now." Since I'm super awkward and didnt want to seem weird I pretended to get a phone call and used that as an excuse to run to the bathroom. So that was basically my dream. I was sitting on the dock with my boyfriend and we were drinking these non stop. In my dream my bladder was so full it was hard to drink more but for some reason I had to. Of course I finally went to the bathroom and thats when I woke up. It was 4am my bf was asleep beside me, and I was peeing myself. I'm sure other vagina owners know that feeling of "Is it discharge, am I on my period, am I horny, or am I peeing?" And thats where I was at. It took maybe 3 seconds to realize what it was (I was mostly asleep and it felt so soft and warm sorta??) And realized how much pain I was in from my very full bladder. I managed to stop and run to the bathroom, leaking a little bit on the way. I had fallen asleep in my clothes, a black tank top and a black with white polka dots thigh length skirt, and my panties were already soaked. My skirt was partially stuck in my panties and I couldnt figure out how to get it off fast enough so I just sorta pulled it up and peed through my panties. Im not sure for how long? But it felt like it took a lot longer than usual. When i went back to bed there was a substitute sized wet spot on the bed but it hadnt gotten to my bf. We have a waterproof mattress cover on anyways, (technically for piss stuff but mostly cuz I squirt a lot) so I just kinda threw a towl over the spot and went back to bed. Of course when we woke up and my bf noticed the towl he wouldnt stop making jokes about how he's going to get me diapers if this happens again tho x.x
  14. 17 points

    1,487 downloads

    I keep this video for a long time in my harddrive, many years ago my old friend share it to me, now my "friend" rest in piece and I think he would like me to share it with you. so here is it. Hope you're enjoy it) In video girl totaly wets her grey jeans and red panties in hallway, after she pissed herself she little bit posing and show wet sock and wet patch.

    Free

  15. 16 points

    New tiktok wetting

    https://vm.tiktok.com/JYcndmb/ IMG_7696.MP4
  16. 16 points
    Quick story because it just happened. I was wearing my favorite jeans and shoes tonight and had NO intention of wetting. I was driving and drinking coffee to stay awake and the urge to pee overcame me. I kept my pants dry long enough to pull into a shell station, I sprinted to the bathroom but it was locked, so I sprinted the other direction to the door. I burst in and asked frantically if I could have the key. She was actually really pretty too, so I thought she would be nice. She yells at me “Sorry can’t help you, COVID rules.” I begged her for about 3 more seconds and couldn’t help it anymore. I starting wetting my jeans at an alarming rate; we locked eyes and I could tell she felt for me in that split second that maybe she could’ve let me use the key. This was near my house, so not wanting anyone to see I quickly turned around and sprinted outside but the damage was done. Immediately after I grabbed my crotch she saw a big splash of urine hit the ground (it also landed on some packs of gum, yikes) and she definitely also saw the pee flowing down my butt and my legs when I ran out. I’m really embarrassed bc I stop here for gas quite often and will probably see her again. Hopefully I didn’t leave too much of a mess! My pants and shoes are completely soaked. Time to do laundry.
  17. 15 points
    I always wake up having to pee. Some mornings it's worse than others, but the other day I didn't realize how full I was until it happened. I felt the usual "have to peeeeee" feeling while trying to get dressed but I couldn't just run across the house in my underwear since I am living with family until the end of the month. So I squeezed my legs together to hold it. The urge got worse. I clamped my hand on my crotch and thankfully it subsided. Until I moved my hand away! Another urge came on out of nowhere and I lost a leak, despite how hard I was squeezing my sphincter muscles. So it splashed a bit on the floor. Then I decided that, before going pee (since that leak helped a bit), I'd quickly throw some shorts on and go outside for a smoke. I put my lighter and bong on the deck table (weed is legal in my country and I'm an adult lol) and was just about to open my grinder when another strong urge came on. I stood up to run inside but it was too late. Even though I was squeezing my hardest, I couldn't control the squirts of pee that had escaped. I realized that I had lost it, that I was wetting my pants. Not wanting to leave an obvious puddle on the deck, I hopped down to finish my accident in the grass. Pee ran down my legs, all over my feet and flipflops, and splashed really loudly when it hit the ground. It wasn't even that long of a pee, but my bladder just couldn't handle that, apparently. My heart was beating so fast. I'm 24 fricken years old and I had a real pee accident when I didn't intend to. I went back inside, dashed to my room and changed underwear and pants. The warm dryness of clean shorts only reminded me further of what I had done all over the deck and the ground. I cleaned up the pee drops on my bedroom floor with the dry part of my shorts, and just threw everything into the washing machine. At least nobody else knew!
  18. 15 points

    Biku Commission thread

    dunno, a lot
  19. 15 points
  20. 15 points
    There was no doubt about it, Autumn had arrived, and was starting to finally sink its fangs into the dwindling remains of summer. Although it had been unseasonably warm lately, today was proof that the long warm days were nearing an end. Although it wasn’t cold as such, it was definitely cooler, helped along by a gusty, chilly, somewhat damp wind from the north. The sky boiled with heavy dark clouds, providing an ironclad guarantee that there would definitely be some rain before the day was over. This didn’t bother Kirsty Cameron in the slightest though, as she was definitely enjoying her first full time job after leaving school, even though she was working outside. Standing at 5’10” tall, and being of a rather solid build, her dark brown hair tied back in a simple, no-nonsense ponytail, Kirsty could feel a sheen of sweat quickly cooling on her forehead, helped along by the cool breeze, as she bent over the broom, and quickly swept away the dirt and debris from the road and into a growing pile near the curb. Kirsty had always been a little bit different to other girls her own age, her mother affectionately calling her “Her Own Little Tomboy,” which was ironic, considering that Kirsty now stood taller than the lady making the statement. But ever since she had learned to walk, Kirsty had been more interested in more traditional “Manly” pursuits, like playing with toy cars, watching football and car racing, recklessly riding her skateboard or BMX, and wearing pants instead of skirts or dresses. So no one was completely surprised that after leaving school, Kirsty had decided that she wanted to do manual work, outside, using her hands. Getting the job with the road crew had been a dream come true. She was working outside, doing all sorts of manual labour, and learning all the time. So far, she had earned her Blue and White cards, a First Aid certificate, forklift and light truck license, and a horticultural certificate, not to mention her latest achievement, passing her Traffic Management course. To most girls her age it probably didn’t sound exciting, but now she could use the Stop/Go sign and two-way radio, which meant her pay grade had gone up another level yet again. Eventually, she hoped to be trained in using the heavy equipment, like the excavators, rollers, and dump trucks, perhaps even becoming a supervisor or manager some day. But for now, she was happy. She was doing a job she loved, working outside, earning good money, and learning new skills along the way. Just then, another reason she loved her job rolled slowly past, the handsome, muscled, tattooed Jacob, who waved and gave a cheeky grin as he trundled past on the heavy roller. God. He was so hot! She grinned foolishly to herself. Jacob had been shyly starting to flirt with her over the past week or so, whenever they got rostered onto the same crew. It was cute. He was such a big, tough looking guy with his full sleeve tattoos and dreadlocks, but he was obviously a bit shy, and blushed easily whenever he spoke to her. Up until recently, most of her jobs had been working on garden beds, or litter collection, but as she continued to gain experience, her role was expanding. Today, she was working for the first time on a road widening project, which was a big step up from planting flowers or picking up rubbish. So far, most of her tasks had been menial, like sweeping or digging, but she was hoping she might get the chance to eventually put her traffic management skills to work. Taking a break from the broom, Kirsty checked her watch. 2.30pm. Two hours to go. She reached for her water bottle and drank deeply, draining it dry. She certainly did drink a lot doing this physical labouring. Already today she had consumed two energy drinks, a large coffee over lunch, and now she had finished her water bottle, which held over a litre of water, and she was still thirsty. The sky was continuing to darken, as the wind picked up, and the temperature dropped another couple of degrees, causing the girl to shiver. At this rate, she would be donning her wet weather gear shortly, which would probably help keep her warm if nothing else. Just then, she heard her name being called out, and she turned, seeing the site supervisor Steve waving her over, so she hurried over to see what he wanted. Apparently, he wanted to introduce her to a man wearing a suit and tie, complete with the compulsory high-vis vest over it, and carrying a clipboard. “Kirsty,-Tom, Tom,-Kirsty,” Steve said, by way of introduction, pausing whilst they shook hands. “Tom is our Regional Manager Kirst. He’s called in to do an assessment, and you’re on his list! Lucky you!” They all shared a polite laugh at that, although Kirsty couldn’t help but raise a slightly nervous look in Toms direction. “So Kirsty, you’ve recently completed your traffic management course, correct?” She nodded, unsure as to what was happening. He continued. “Well, I’m doing the rounds of all the crews, and assessing how the recent graduates are doing, and now it’s your turn. Steve has agreed to put you on Sign Duty for awhile, just so we can get an idea of your compenentcy level. You’re starting to get quite a few accreditation’s, aren’t you? At this rate, we may be looking to further utilise your experience at a higher level.” Kirsty grinned. This was exactly what she’d been hoping for at some stage, but she hadn’t thought that a possible promotion would be coming in the immediate future! She was absolutely stoked by this news! Steve saw her grin, and chuckled. He liked Kirsty, and knew she was one of his more dedicated workers, and had been putting in a quiet word to his immediate supervisors on her behalf, and he was just as excited for her as what she was. “Ok Kirst. You’ll go on Stop/Go shortly. But I think you might want to go put your wet weather gear on first. It’s going to piss down shortly. Hurry up and get dressed, Terry is about due for a break. You can take his sign.” “Thanks Steve, and you too Tom,” she said, trying not to sound too excited or nervous. “I won’t let you down!” Kirsty hurried over to the portable site office that they used for a lunch room off the side of the road, just as a big gust of cold wind blew, and the first spots of rain began to fall. Once inside, she grabbed her work bag, and quickly dug her wet weather gear out. She had a pair of bright orange high visibility waterproof nylon pants, and a matching waterproof padded jacket with a built in hood, both of which were designed to be worn over the top of her existing clothes, and always reminded her of a ski suit somehow. Kirsty sat down to undo her steel capped boots, and suddenly became aware of how full her bladder was. She undid the laces, and toed the boots off, using her feet, which were encased in thick white tube socks. That might seem a bit unusual, but they were warm and comfortable, and prevented the steel cap boots from hurting her feet. She took a quick moment to stretch her legs, and wiggle her toes, which were happy to be free of their steel prison for a short time at least. She stood up, and padded to the fridge, where she took a half litre bottle of cold water, which she chugged half down without any hesitation. As she put the bottle down on the table, she felt her bladder twitch a bit, and found herself pressing her thighs quickly together, as one socked foot found its way on top of the other one. Man. She really needed to pee! Ugh. She shuddered, remembering her last trip to the portable toilet earlier in the day. Apparently the guys on the crew hadn’t quite got the idea of “aiming” properly, and the toilet had been disgusting, to say the least. Suddenly, rain could be heard pattering upon the tin roof, and she considered her options. She really SHOULD go to the toilet before putting her wet weather gear on, as that made it another difficult layer to take off in the cramped confines of the portable toilet, but that also meant putting her boots back on first before she went, which was an obvious delay, especially with everyone waiting for her. Especially with Terry waiting for his break. Terry was a nice guy, but a habitual complainer, and would no doubt begin complaining loudly if she didn’t relieve him on time, and she certainly didn’t want Tom to see or hear that! Screw it. There was only two hours to go, which included packing up, which took an hour. She could easily wait an hour, then nip to the loo during the cleanup. Kirsty knew that the elastic leg bands on her waterproof outer pants always made her work trousers ride up, so she tucked them into her socks, taking a second to smile at her reflection in the mirror. She looked ridiculous, with her long sleeve shirt buttoned up, and her thick work trousers tucked into her knee high white socks, with the red and blue stripes around the top. Originally, her trousers had been dark blue, but after many washes and much sunlight, they had faded to an almost grey colour in places, especially across the front of her thighs. Not wanting to waste any time, she slid her socked feet into the waterproof trousers, and added the puffy orange jacket, then put her boots back on. After pausing to drink the last of her water, she donned her gloves, and headed outside to take the sign from Terry. As she stepped out, a strong gust of cold wind slapped her in the face, along with a few raindrops, and she felt her pee hole twitch a bit with the shock. The young girl almost reconsidered her plan of going to the toilet later, but as she turned in that direction, she saw three things. First, “Fat Tony” was exiting the porta loo, buckling his pants up as he stepped down. No doubt that would make the toilet quite uninhabitable for many minutes at least. Second, she saw Terry looking at his watch, then at Tom, obviously waiting impatiently to take his break. Thirdly, she saw Tom and Steve, still talking together, and glancing in her direction, waiting for her to take over. No. She would definitely have to wait until later before she peed. Kirsty hurried towards Terry, waiting for him to turn the sign to “Stop,” before she took it from him almost reverently, then he passed her the two-way. “Good luck Kirst,” he said with a grin. “Radios tuned in. Mandys on the other end, so don’t you girls start gossiping, alright?” He winked, she gave a polite chuckle, and took over. “Hi Mandy. Kirsty here. Terry’s gone on break,” she spoke into the radio, and got an immediate acknowledgment, and more good luck wishes.” Two minutes later, she was in the zone. “I’m on stop,” the radio crackled. “Last two cars are a white hatch and a blue wagon.” “Roger that,” Kirsty replied, watching carefully for those vehicles to pass, then turning her sign to “Go.” Two minutes later again, and she switched to “Stop,” halting traffic, and reporting via the radio to Mandy that a truck and motorcycle where the last vehicles through. It might seem like a menial job, but it was vitally important. People could be literally killed if she messed it up, and she was concentrating hard, watching every vehicle as it approached and passed, and occasionally glancing at her bosses, who were monitoring her from the side. Suddenly, it began to rain harder, and the wind picked up, as the temperature dropped. Kirsty was on “Stop,” and suddenly realised that she was starting to clamp her thighs together, and occasionally lift her heels up. It wasn’t exactly a “Potty Dance,” but surely anyone sitting in the stopped line of traffic would be able to tell that she needed to go! She focused her thoughts on her bladder, and found it to be feeling really full and heavy, almost like a lead weight in her abdomen. Every now and then her pee hole would start twitching, almost vibrating, and Kirsty knew she was quickly building up to a level of pee desperation that she had never encountered before. Still, she wasn’t overly concerned. She had a bladder of steel, and excellent control. She hadn’t wet her pants since she was eight years old, and didn’t intend to start doing so now! After getting the all clear, she turned the sign, and let the traffic flow. Ugh. Flow. Why even think of that word? She had other things that she wanted to “let flow” instead! Kirsty couldn’t help it. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and kind of leaned forward a bit, trying to find a position that might take some pressure off her aching bladder. The urge to plant a hand in her crotch and squeeze, to hold on and dance around, was intense. She found herself starting to rub a hand across her lower belly, as her feet began to jiggle, but she couldn’t help it. Suddenly, the big heavy roller came slowly trundling towards her in the new lane they were building, and she could make out Jacobs grinning features from behind the rain streaked windshield. She forced herself to stand up straight and stop wriggling, as she would hate for him to see her trapped, and bursting to use the toilet. He stopped at the end of the compacted dirt, gave her a cheeky thumbs up, the started rolling away again. As she watched, a trickle of cold rainwater ran off her hood, and somehow fell inside both her jacket and shirt, and snaked its way down between her breasts. The sudden cold chill made her jump a bit, and she squeezed the sign tightly, as she felt a slight trickle of warmth against the crotch of her pants. She had leaked. She almost became unstuck straight away, but didn’t have time to think about it. She had to turn the sign to “Go,” and let the traffic through, keeping an eye on the cars as the passed. “At least they’re not sitting there watching how desperate I am,” she thought with a bit of relief. But it was only a bittersweet feeling, as the slight warmth between her legs was a reminder that she had actually wet herself a little bit. Kirsty checked her watch. Surely pack-up time was fast approaching. But to her amazement, she saw that only twenty minutes had passed, and she still had at least half an hour to go, perhaps even longer. The next wave of pure desperation hit her a few minutes later. She was on “Go,” and the traffic was moving slowly but steadily passed her. Suddenly, with no prior warning, her bladder spasmed a bit, and this time it wasn’t a little leak that escaped, but a dribble, that went for a few seconds. Kirsty gritted her teeth, and squeezed both the sign and her abdominal muscles as tightly as she could, but she couldn’t stop it straight away. She was aware of a slowly spreading warmth against her crotch, and even worse, on her legs, especially her inner thighs. For Gods sake, it just didn’t want to stop. Although she was painfully aware of trying not to do a potty dance in front of everybody, she could feel her thighs getting warm and wet, and she clamped them together as tightly as she could, and after a few seconds, the spreading warmth stopped, but she was very wet. The worst part was, she now needed to go even worse than before. Now her tired and aching bladder had felt the first signs of imminent relief, her body was craving it. Her private area was literally throbbing, and with each pulse she could feel her hot, wet panties cupping her sex. Another pulse, and another slight dribble of fresh warmth, and she knew it was way too late to salvage anything but her dignity. “Two white sedans,” she muttered into the radio, before turning the sign to stop, letting the other operator know what was coming last. Just then, the rain picked up, now coming down in a light but constant drizzle, and she wiped a hand across her face, unsure if the water there was rain or sweat. Looking around, she saw Tom and Steve had moved away, now standing together under cover, and Jacob was still down the far end of the newly packed section of road. Apart from the traffic that was awaiting clearance from her, she was alone, and her poor bladder was literally about to completely fail. Kirsty gave up. She knew what she had to do. She opened her legs ever so slightly, and let go. At first, nothing happened. Years of not wetting herself had formed a habit that was hard to break, and even though her pants were already wet with her own pee, and she was desperate to go, the relief that she sought wasn’t just going to automatically happen. Kirsty gritted her teeth, and her hand tightened on the sign, as she gave a slight push, and she was instantly rewarded with the most explosive feeling of relief that she had ever felt, as a tsunami of fresh wet heat exploded from her nether regions, completely coating and soaking not only her sex, but the front and back of her thick work trousers at the same time. The heat ran down her legs, and only increased in quantity, and suddenly she could feel her feet getting wet inside her boots. She looked down, and could see tiny rivulets of pee running freely from the elastic leg bands of her waterproof over pants, splashing merrily into the puddle that she was standing in. At least she had those pants on, she thought to herself, as they didn’t show the huge potty accident that was occurring underneath them, and she shuddered, both with relief and nervousness, as her body temperature rapidly changed with her pent up urine escaping. The rest of her shift on sign duty was less eventful and short lived, as the work crew began to pack up, and twenty minutes later she was finished. It was such a strange sensation she was feeling. Her legs, crotch, and feet were cooling down, although not too much, as her wet weather pants trapped the heat, but she did feel sticky and uncomfortable, and more than a little bit dirty. Tom and Steve beckoned her over to heap praise on her, telling her what a fine job she’d done, and as she was talking to them, she was distracted by the feeling of perhaps needing to pee a bit more. Apparently her bladder hadn’t completely emptied itself, and now she was so wet down there, it was beginning to protest again, this time demanding a complete draining. As she helped tidy up, she decided against using the porta loo. Her double layer of wet pants would be sticking tightly to her, and she didn’t fancy trying to pull them down in the dirty little toilet. Besides, she was already saturated, and about to knock off and go home, so it would be easier to just finish peeing in her pants. After saying goodbye to her colleagues, she sauntered over to where her car was parked, opened her legs, and gave another push. This time, it came easier, and she was instantly rewarded with a fresh wave of spreading warmth, and it felt different, almost enjoyable. Looking down, she was again rewarded by the sight of miniature waterfalls trickling over the sides of her boots as her feet got suddenly warm again, and her toes curled up in their thick, sodden socks. She shivered again, but this time with pleasure instead of nerves, actually enjoying the sensation this time. “Hey Kirsty! What’s up?” Jacob was sauntering towards her, but thankfully from the other side of the car. She still jumped at hearing her name called while mid-pee, and couldn’t stop now if her life depended on it. Jacob was grinning. “You okay Kirst? You look worried?” She was worried. She was still peeing, and it felt like her pants and socks were completely drenched, but there was nothing she could do about it but smile. “Hi Jake. Nah. I’m good. I was just kinda off with the fairies I suppose.” He looked nervous. “I, uh, was wondering if you might like to go to the movies tonight? You know, if you don’t have anything better to do? Of course I completely understand if you do, and..” As the last of her pee dripped out onto the ground, she suppressed another shiver, a combination of nerves mixed with changing body temperature, but she mustered a brave face. “I’d love to go,” she said. But I’ll have to go home and have a shower first though.” He grinned. “Yeah. I’ll bet. You got pretty wet today, didn’t you?” She was shocked. Did he know? Had he seen her wetting herself? “I, uh, what do you mean?” His look became puzzled. “Huh? You were standing in the rain for an hour? You must be drenched...” She gave a relieved sigh. “Oh! Yeah. I’m actually wet through I think, even with the waterproof gear on.” “I guessed that,” he said with a chuckle. “Better bring it tomorrow as well. It’s supposed to rain all day!” They arranged to meet at the movies, and Kirsty’s head was spinning when she finally got into her car, feeling her wet trousers clinging tightly against her bottom. But she was smiling. Now she had two things to look forward to. A date with Jacob tonight, and more rain tomorrow. Kirsty was already planning on avoiding the toilet after lunchtime. After all, using her pants suddenly seemed like a lot more fun than she could possibly have imagined.
  21. 15 points

    Bus desperation

    Absolutely not. I recommend everyone present take a closer look at our rules & guidelines page.
  22. 14 points
    Hey, just found a new to me clip on Pornhub. A desperate girl is getting teased by a her BF pressing on her bladder so she starts peeing a little. Then she gives a blowjob and starts wetting herself midway. Never seen anything quite like that. Very hot, somewhat sensual. Nudity warning (thank you captain obvious) Enjoy :)
  23. 14 points

    Hannah's Birthday Weekend

    Chapter 2 Kayleigh found herself glancing at each road sign as it whizzed past. Details of junctions and how to get to certain places, the distance to those places, info about tourist attractions, roadworks signs. She had seen them all, just not the one she wanted to see the most. A sign for the services. They had passed one about half an hour before so she was hoping there would be another one soon. When they had passed the first services they had only been on the road for about 45 minutes so stopping there hadn’t even crossed their minds, there had been no need to. However now they had been on the road for 1 hour and 20 minutes. Which really wasn’t such a long time on the face of it. However it was starting to feel like a long time for Kayleigh who was feeling a strong need to pee. She was cursing herself for not using the loo before they had left the pub. She hadn’t needed to at the time but on top of the juice and coffee she had had with breakfast she had now finished two cans of lager and half a bottle of cider. When they had sailed past the first services she had only just started to notice her bladder, but over the past half an hour her need had grown. At first gradually where she noticed it every so often then it seemed to intensify quite quickly and now she could no longer ignore it. This is why she was checking every sign, looking for any indication of when they would be stopping for a break. Another ten minutes passed and despite her growing need she had finished the rest of her cider and placed the empty bottle back in the beer box to dispose of later. As she sat back up she saw a sign coming up and she knew it was the one she had been waiting for. As they passed she read “Welcome Break Services - 30 Miles” She figured 30 miles would take about another 20 - 30 minutes. By then they would have been on the road for about 2 hours. The perfect time to stop for a break. At least now she knew how far it was and roughly when they would get there. She also knew that in another 20 minutes she would very much welcome the chance to pee. She knew she could comfortably hold it until the services but she also knew given the rate at which she had been drinking and her bladder had been filling she would definitely be bursting to go by then. Ten minutes later she found herself subtly squirming as the pressure from her bladder intensified and sent spikes of desperate need through her. They passed another sign. “Services - 20 Miles” Another ten minutes passed and she found herself bouncing her legs and gently squeezing her thighs together to try and help ease the pressure. “Ooooo I’m busting for a pee” she thought to herself as another wave of desperation hit her causing her to squeeze her legs. Not much further to go. At least talking with Lucy about work was helping distract her. “Services 10 Miles” It seemed the nearer they got to the services the more intense her need got. Almost like her bladder knew relief was getting closer. She looked at her watch, by her estimate they should be there within 5 - 10 minutes. “Services 1 Mile on Left” “Just another minute or so” she thought to herself, as she listened to Lucy complaining about her bitchy co-worker. She glanced out of the window and saw the sign with the list of all the facilities and restaurants at the services and indicating the turn was coming up. She looked at the list of facilities but at that moment she only cared about one. She was absolutely bursting for a wee, bordering on being desperate, and could only think of getting to the toilets and enjoying a nice long pee. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she hadn’t noticed they were still in the inside lane and only realised as they drove straight past the turn off for the services. She realised they weren’t stopping and was shocked. They always stopped off whenever they went anywhere, why not now. She had just assumed they would be. Had she known she would have asked if they could. Or would she. She had never been good when it came to asking for things, she just usually went along with what the others wanted to do. Even if she had asked to stop she definitely couldn’t explain why she wanted to stop. She wasn’t about to tell everyone she really needed to pee and as nobody else had said anything she didn’t want them to all stop just for her. She thought maybe they hadn’t stopped as they were almost there, maybe they were only a few miles from coming off the motorway, or maybe they still had a while to go she wasn’t sure, This was the first time going to this place. As she thought it over she remembered Mike saying something about it taking three hours or a bit less depending if traffic was good. She checked her watch. They had left the pub about two hours ago and Mike was right then they still had about an hour left. There was no way they weren’t going to stop, right?. She was already bursting, there was no way she could go another hour without stopping somewhere. She would have to ask, have to say something. Though now they had passed the services god knows when the next ones would come along. For five minutes she sat squirming and debating what to do when suddenly she was distracted by Mike shouting. “Right guys we have two options. We can come off this motorway and join the next one and not too far along there is a little service point where we can stop for a little break or we can carry on a bit further and come off and take the A roads. When we come off the slip road there there is a petrol station and a little park we can stop at”. “I vote for whichever one lets us stop the soonest, I’m dying for a piss” Usually if Claire had shouted something like that Kayleigh would have been disgusted at the crude language but right then it was like music to her ears. She was glad Claire had announced she needed to pee and wanted to stop as soon as possible, it meant she didn’t have to embarrass herself by asking for it. “Motorway it is then”. Shouted Mike back “unless there are any objections”. Everyone agreed that was fine and Kayleigh sighed in relief. She just had hold on a little longer, and at least she now knew she wasn’t the only one bursting for the loo. “How long will it take to get there Mike?” asked Claire. “As long as traffic stays like this, probably about 15 minutes or so,” he replied. “Well make it quick, I’m fucking busting for a piss, this lager is going right through me” said Claire. “If you don’t get a shift on I’ll fucking piss myself” she added laughing. Kayleigh had no time to be shocked at Claire’s language. Her mind was racing with what Mike had just said, 15 minutes!. She was already bursting and bordering on being desperate, 15 more minutes and she definitely would be desperate. She knew Claire had been joking about wetting herself if he didn’t hurry up but with how quickly her desperation was growing Kayleigh was concerned she might end up doing that if they didn’t get there soon. She sat back in her seat, squirming and bouncing and she could see that Claire was jiggling in her seat. She focused on holding on, telling herself she would be fine, she would make it. 15 minutes wasn't that long....right?
  24. 14 points

    Black girl pissing jeans

    A sexy black girl holding it and pissing her jeans after a while. Video737.mp4
  25. 14 points
    I've found a new video on Tiktok from the girl who did that video of the black pants wetting "accident" in car. Both links and videos (the old and the new one), and also link to her profile, below: New: https://vm.tiktok.com/JFJe6AC/ Old: https://vm.tiktok.com/JFJ1hxF/ Her profile: https://vm.tiktok.com/JF1wKy9/ download (6).mp4 81f8dca508d22053c8f0f031f5319854.mp4
  26. 14 points

    Bus desperation

    How about we just don't follow people and/or record them without their consent because that's super creepy no matter what
  27. 14 points
    I once had a very embarrassing experience where I was told to wet myself by my year 11 Geography teacher. We had been on a school trip and were making our way home on the coach. Unfortunately, in the rush back onto the coach I had neglected to use the toilet and before we'd even left the car park I was plaiting my legs and squeezing my thighs together for dear life. I kept myself busy speaking to friends, but it wasn't long before I was seriously desperate and came to the realisation that I wasn't going to make it back to school. Luckily I was wearing a skirt and tights, so I knew if I had any leakage, it wouldn't be obvious to other people. After a few particularly tight corners from the bus driver, my knickers were clinging to my privates and were very warm. I bit my lip as I felt the first quick spurt escape. I raised my hand and asked the teacher (whom was a family friend - even more awkward) if we could stop. She looked at me with disdain and explained that the journey wasn't far enough to warrant a stop and that the coach driver had to begin his school run for pupils immediately after dropping us off and therefore couldn't warrant a pit stop. The entire time I was having this conversation, I could feel my knickers getting more & more damp (not from wee.. ) and my cheeks were bright red. I explained in hushed tones that I was desperate and wasn't sure if I could make it back to school. It was at that point she asked in a loud voice (so that friends could hear). 'Rosie, can you come to the front of the bus please?', she winked at me. Confused, I followed her to the seat behind the driver and felt a spurt run down the back of my legs, moistening my jet black tights. As I sat down I pleaded to her that I was ready to burst, to which she responded by pulling out a bin bag from beneath the seat. Out of the view of other pupils she instructed me to lift up my skirt and pee through my tights and into the bag. Now remember, she was a family friend and I had even had accidents at her house whilst playing with her daughter in years past, which meant that all of this wasn't as embarrassing as you might expect. Before she could even say another word, I shoved the bag beneath me and lifted up my tights, displaying to the vacant seat in front of me my pink satin knickers. I began peeing and an audible hiss filled the silence between us. My bum was soaked, but the force in which I weed meant that my legs were spared, and most of my tights/skirt had remained bone dry. She quickly put the bin bag in the waste bin at the front of the coach and I stayed at the front of the coach until I got back to school, running off the coach and home as fast as I could to change. Sorry these little moments are so long and descriptive! I get a little carried away and hate the thought of leaving details out.
  28. 13 points
    I wake with you still sleeping next to me. It’s the first morning of our naughty weekend, safe to say we made the most of the first night. The room smells strongly of our pee. A trail of wet clothes lead to the bed we lie in. A large dark patch on the old wooden floorboards, the ghost of the puddle we made. I think back to you tickling me, how I squirmed on the floor beneath you. I think of how you teased my full bladder with dribbles of your own pee, how you made me hold on until you’d finished wetting your shorts over me. Your sleepy breaths on my neck are so cute. I call you my kitten, with your soft purrs and fluffy pillow hair. The old cottage we’re in is soon to be knocked down. When your parents told you, you said we should seize the opportunity. How right you were. When else could we make such a mess? I need a pee now actually. But I don’t want to move, you’re sleeping so softly. I lie with my back to you, looking out over yesterday’s exploits. We’re the first to sleep here for decades, the sparse rooms emptied long ago, leaving only a few larger ancient furnishings. The bed we’re in, one of two in the building, must be Victorian. The mattress thin and lumpy. But it doesn’t seem to matter with you next to me. I daren’t move because the bed frame will creak loudly. You should have heard it yesterday. How it creaked then. The springs squeaking. You squealing. I smile, thinking of what we did. I try not to think of my full bladder. Instead my eyes drift across the room to pick out our discarded clothing. The pink top I was wearing, wet with your pee, was the first to come off. Your denim shorts, those cheeky lace panties. My leggings, worn and wet commando. Our bras, both sports bras for the long walk up here. You got mine wet. I was cross at first, it’s the only one I brought. But it didn’t seem to matter for long. I’m getting restless, I want you to wake so you can tell me where to pee. We’re off grid here. The cottage pre-dates inside washrooms, the privy in the garden long overgrown. You said when we arrived that I wasn’t to pee outside. You said it defeated the point. You hadn’t explicitly said I need your permission to pee inside either, but I felt I needed it. You’re so controlling over my bladder when we’re together. I love it. You make me hold longer than I ever could alone, the relief I feel when you let me go is so much sweeter. Now I don’t have your consent. I wouldn’t know where to go anyway. The floor? Seems too obvious. That old armchair downstairs? That would be nice. I don’t know if you’d let me do that though. Thinking about it isn’t helping my comfort. I feel like a pup waiting for her owner to let her into the garden. I want to go out and water the grass. Or find a lamp post. I squirm, rolling to face you and jamming a hand between my legs. The bed groans at my movement, you stir but do not wake. You’re so venerable when you sleep. All your assertion and authority is gone. We’re the same age but awake you act older, asleep you act younger. Over your shoulder I see our backpacks hanging from a beam. Peaking out of yours, the familiar blue, white, pink plastic - an open packet of pull up diapers. You wear them at night because asleep you cannot control yourself, and yet awake you control both of us. Irony. I smile to myself. Time continues slipping by. I grow tenser, the hand between my legs fidgets and grips more. After you wet yourself over me last night, you tickled me and pulled me to my feet. It was as we stood, cuddling and kissing that you finally let me go. Hours of hiking, of sipping water and watching your cute bottom lead the way, all released in a blissful downpour. The puddle had been huge. We pattered our feet and danced on the wet wood. I wonder now where that puddle went. It disappeared between floorboards soon after we’d made it. Had it dripped through the ceiling below? Had it cracked the old plaster? What damage had we done? I squirm again, wondering if I could project my bottom over the side of the bed and pee without waking you. What would you say? Would you be upset? I wasn’t fair, I thought. Not fair that you could leak in your sleep with your little diaper, while I grew ever desperate. I wondered if you had. Had you peed in the night? My thoughts are suspended as you finally open your eyes. Long lashes sleepily part, revealing the blue ocean I have been lost in since we met. Our gaze locks for a moment, as where we are and what we’ve done come flooding back to you. You smile, chuckle, and stretch. “Good morning,” you yawn, propping yourself up on an elbow and pulling the sheet away to reveal my chest. You lean over me and we kiss. My bladder twinges. You notice instantly. It’s like you have a sixth sense for it. Our lips part and you look down on me with a cheeky grin. “You didn’t go in the night?” You stroke my chest as you ask, playfully twirling a hard nipple. “No, did you?” I pry. You take your hand from my chest, it disappears beneath the sheets. I hear the papery rustle as you investigate the pull up. Then you smile and nod. “I did,” You’re pleased with yourself. “Where should I go?” Your fingers, wet from your investigation, find the hand jammed between my legs. “Oh you’re quite desperate,” you pretend it’s a realisation. I nod. “Come,” you say, pulling my hand from between my legs and slipping it into your diaper. It’s warm, wet, squishy. I feel your arousal, as much as I did last night. I can’t help myself, it’s instinctual. I begin to massage you you. “Here’s the deal,” you pretend not to notice my pummelling fingers, “I’ll go for my morning pee right now. If the diaper leaks, I’ll let you wet the b...” Your sentence trails off, the smile growing across your face says it all. Now you’re too distracted to pee. My long fingers are retracing last night’s footsteps, fingertips tapping and dragging familiar ground. I feel your skin growing hotter. The diaper becomes steamy humid, wet with hours old pee kept warm against your body. Hand embraced by the pulp, I stretch to feel your wetness changing. Sticky skin quickly turns silky smooth. Your hips curl to draw me in. I watch your face intently. The subtle changes as pleasure grips you. Checks rosy red. Eyes tightly shut. Lips parted for panting breath to brush past. And your cute little chin, how it quivers as you bob up and down on my fingers. My heart is melting. Full bladder almost forgotten. I nuzzle you. “You’ll...make....” the words slip from you between breaths as if you’re talking in your sleep. “You’ll...make...me...come.” I already knew. You’re body had told me. Twitches flutter through you. Spasms grip my fingers. Breaths become moans. I feel your pleasure as if it’s my own. Waves of intensity flow between us. Then it happens. An orgasmic thrust of your hips, a gasp, and my hand is drenched. You pee as you come. The golden nectar spurting from you, sputtering between convolutions. A hissing that grows and fades as your climax surges your veins. You shake. Legs quiver. The hot jet of pee forcing itself into my palm. It hits the diaper and sprays out, soaking your thighs and saturating the mattress. The orgasm fades long before your bladder is empty. As you continue to wet the bed, I pull your diaper aside. I stroke you gently, parting your lips with two fingers. You pee in a thundering arch directly on the old mattress. The heavy liquid hammers sodden fabric with a glorious thumping. The golden puddle washes towards my legs. Suddenly my full bladder is uncontrollable. I grip myself again, squirm uncomfortably. “It’s okay sweetie”, you encourage in a gentle, satisfied voice. “Looks like my diaper leaked.” We giggle. I relax. Without breaking eye contact, I empty my bladder in the bed. The sound of your pee pattering to an end becomes my hissing, with loud drips raining over the edge of the mattress and drumming the floorboards. Heat spreads under our bottoms, wetting past our knees, creeping up our backs. Our bodies sink into a infinite embrace. Below us, your pee mixes with mine. Two bladders emptied. Two hearts intertwined. The relief drives a soft pleasure through me. It’s a wholesome feeling. Satisfying in a deep, holistic way. We kiss. “I guess we’re sleeping in the other bed tonight,” You chuckle.
  29. 13 points
    All day Candy tries again Candy set herself her usual target: all day without a pee. After the disaster that was yesterday she was more determined than ever. Using the bathroom was just so time consuming, distracting and inconvenient and the feeling of a full bladder was delicious, thrilling and exciting. She’d woken horny in her strapless nighty, her large breasts feeling sensitive and tingly, her nipples hard and longing. Just touching her own body set it on fire as she suddenly pressed her hand between her legs and stroked her naked vagina. She hadn’t used the bathroom before bed and urgently had to go, so urgently she was seconds away from wetting the bed. Jumping up she ran to the toilet and released a huge long pee as she tweaked her nipples with fingers wet from her own vagina. She sighed in satisfaction and relief but also in excitement that this would be the last time she went for at least 12 hours. Regardless how desperate she got she would hold today until bedtime. There was nothing like the ecstasy of a huge long release after a long hold to bring her massive sexual desire and Candy knew that the longer the hold the better the high of the release, like a full day of fore play before sex. Candy showered, put her make up on naked, then dressed in a figure hugging revealing black dress that sat above her knees with her favourite bra and matching lace knickers. She made herself an instant coffee and buttered a croissant then after breakfast drove to work in her cosmetic shop. The mall she worked in was warm and before opening Candy made herself a mug of tea. First trade was usually quiet and she hoped she’d get to drink it all. Her colleague still wasn’t back until next week so Candy set about updating her window display and blowing some balloons up for some colour. The morning flew in with a steady trickle of customers and Candy had a lovely surprise when the newsagent next door popped in with a fresh roll from the nearby bakers and a latte. Mukesh was lovely and Candy admired him as a fellow businessman. They helped each other take in deliveries when busy and exchanged cash now and again if they needed change. Candy paid Mukesh and thanked him as she cleaned a shelf of lipsticks. Heading back to the till with the filled roll and drink Candy sat behind the desk away from the public as she had another working lunch. With the door of the shop open a light draft sent cold air under the table and onto Candy’s bare legs making her shiver a little and cross her legs. She smiled to herself realising she’d had the first signal from her bladder knowing it would get stronger and stronger as the day went on. True to her thoughts by mid afternoon Candy was much more aware of her body and her bladder especially. By 3:40 the tingling was becoming more distracting but Candy knew no matter how much her body protested she would make it wait. When Mukesh popped by asking if she had change of a ten pound note Candy wasn’t even aware that her legs were constantly moving and her thighs squeezing. As Candy leaned forwards to open the till drawer Mukesh had a clear view of her breasts as her dress moved down her chest as she leaned over. Coming to the front of the till Mukesh watched as Candy crossed her high heeled strapped sandals on the floor and swung her knee in and out rhythmically. Handing Mukesh the change and taking the note it was clear Candy was distracted and fidgety. Mukesh smiled and left having enjoyed the view. Candy was extremely attractive and seeing her movements was quite a turn on. Back alone Candy tried distracting herself with work, revelling in the beautiful tingling sensation between her legs. When a late customer came in close to finishing Candy struggled to stay still. Her whole body longed to relax and release but Candy loved the feeling so much she refused to give in. She wriggled openly on the seat behind the till then struggled to concentrate when the customer asked a simple question. Candy could feel her body yearning, bursting, desperate, but even at the risk of the customer noticing she couldn’t hide it any longer. Her squirming and fidgety behaviour was increasing her sexual desire and she was enjoying herself immensely. Finally Candy closed the shop, cashed the till up and left out the back door passing the toilet she never used. In her own car she grabbed between her legs and squirmed like crazy to keep holding back, loving every second of the feelings it gave her. As always the traffic was quite heavy and throughout the journey Candy spoke to herself ‘So gotta pee. So not going! Bursting but you can hold this Candy. Don’t you dare pee yet!’ Arriving home intensified the feelings immensely and Candy pee danced around her house as she hung her coat up and made her way to her kitchen. Yesterday she had held right through cooking and wet herself washing dishes but tonight she was absolutely determined she would hold it longer. Regardless how much her bladder moaned she refused to give in to it’s stupid demands. As if to taunt it more she immediately poured a glass of cold water, adding ice from the freezer and drank it down as she looked for something to cook. The fridge had little to offer other than some salad but she had some breaded chicken in the freezer and a few potatoes so put the chicken in the oven and peeled the potatoes all the time constantly moving, moaning and squirming. She sat on the breakfast bar stool and wiggled against it trying desperately not to give in to her bladder’s demands. One hand down her dress top and in her lace bra fondling her breasts and the other inside her knickers she pressed against the seat, squirmed and stroked herself loving the feelings it brought and knowing it was 100% intensified by her over full bladder. Her nipples were hand and protruding, her vaginal lips swollen and puffy, her clitoris tender and raised. Candy longed to pee but equally longed for sexual climax as she gazed around the kitchen wondering what to do. She slid the cutlery drawer open but seeing nothing to help she closed it and opened the next drawer which had all sorts of various cooking utensils. With her hand still between her legs and her pussy pounding she grabbed a wooden spoon and smiled. Holding the spoon end she pulled the gusset of her knickers aside and inserted the handle into her own vagina, moaning and pulsating and shaking as she did. She was dying to release so much excess bladder fluid but equally so aroused and horny she fucked herself with the wooden spoon handle as she clung to any hope of not pissing herself while her dinner cooked. Having orgasmed once Candy was sweating and dry mouthed as she poured herself some wine to drink as she dished up her dinner. For a minute her urgent need to pee subsided as her body recovered from her sexual high but by the time she sat down again to eat she had to slip a sandal off and sit on her foot to prevent herself wetting. ‘You need to wait bladder. A few more hours and I’ll let you go!’ Thankful for just a few dishes to wash and recalling how she had wet herself doing this same job yesterday Candy washed up as quickly as she could, having to stop a few times to hold herself and dance. God she urgently had to pee! Walking into the main room Candy thought about running to the toilet. She’d got further than yesterday but she so dearly wanted to know how much longer she could wait. She sat on her couch and switched the TV on fidgeting and rocking to prevent any leaks. Wow her favourite programme was just starting! How perfect. Candy was determined to keep her bladder on hold until the hour programme finished. Sitting on the couch she had a hand between her legs as she bounced her knee, wriggled and rocked. Drinking more wine Candy played with her body as her need grew and grew exponentially loving every single second. Oh how she adored this feeling but oh how dangerous it was too. As her wine finished she leaned forward to pour out more but alas her body was at it’s absolute limit and leaning on the edge of her own sofa with a bottle of wine in her hands Candy clenched her face and thighs simultaneously as her urethra popped open despite everything and a river of gushing warm urine ran down her bare legs and formed a huge running puddle at her feet. She’d made it to 11 hours but she had to do better. She watched the rest of her programme in her soaked clothes as she masterbated through them, proud of herself but equally disappointed. Tomorrow she would make it to bedtime without peeing. She set her mind to it. She had to. She wanted to. She was determined to whatever happened.
  30. 13 points

    Pee in car during road trip

    Couldnt hold it on the car ride! Warning: Nudity
  31. 13 points
    I love this idea too! Maybe I should make a video of my peeing myself while gaming haha
  32. 11 points
  33. 11 points

    Biku Commission thread

    org commission
  34. 11 points

    H4F beyond the limit

    From the album: Digital art

    A commision I did for Mr. Musashi. Since its supposed to be me, I thought I would share here.
  35. 11 points

    A good find

    https://thisvid.com/videos/bathroom-pee-desperation/
  36. 11 points
    So, my first real thread, and I'm curious, how many have seen your babysitter wet themselves, or had a legitimate accident while babysitting? I guess I'll start things off by sharing one of each. --Babysitter-- This is partially remembered, partially recalled from a home video tape, but when I was six that when the babysitter showed up she was already looking tired. She was wearing a navy blue hoodie and pink cotton skirt, and she brought a lot of homework with her. She was in high school or college. She was drinking a lot of apple juice and she put on relaxing music when it was time for my nap. While I was laying on the mat, I watched as she sat in front of the kiddie table doing her homework. At one point she opened her legs and I was trying to fall asleep I wound up staring at her frilly blue panties. Or maybe they were green. I noticed she had started to squirm, and would briefly press her hand under her skirt. As I watched, the squirming started to slow down, she was starting to lean forward as though falling asleep, before shaking herself awake. aBut as I was starting to finally drift off, she stopped squirming, she dropped her pencil, and fell all the way forward, laying her head down on her books.I thought I saw a smile appear on her face as a dark spot grew on her panties. My mom came home to find the babysitter still fast asleep in her own puddle and I never saw her again. Probably not completely accurate, but I did my best. --Babysitting-- This happened when I was 13. I was babysitting my brother's friend's little brother while their parents were celebrating their wedding anniversary and my brother and his friend were attending a concert. I woke up around 2 in the morning thirsty, and realized my bladder was on the verge of emptying itself. It was painful, but I managed to hold it and make my way to the bathroom, but the door was locked. Breathing heavily as I struggled to keep holding, I banged on the door loudly, and felt a final cry of pain from my bladder. I quickly pulled off my cyan nightgown and tossed it aside as I sank to my knees, tears running down my face and my bladder emptying into my pink striped panties as the kid I was babysitting opened the bathroom door while wiping sleep from his eyes.
  37. 11 points

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    They said the place was cursed... That some kind of "evil spirit" wandered the halls late at night after some bloody tragedy... And that screams could be heard echoing through its vacant rooms. It was all a bunch of bullshit. Sorority hazing at its finest --- or, at least, not at its worst. The task was simple: every night, for the first week after joining, Jasmine would have to sleep in the "abandoned" dorm at the back end of campus. "Abandoned" was a strong word meaning "unoccupied pending its demolition at the end of the semester." In fact, university students had occupied the building just last year! Even the water was still hooked up, though the electricity had been disconnected. The university must not have wanted to waste electricity on cooling the place this August. Jasmine was confident. "Was" being the operative word. See, though she didn't believe in ghosts... or curses... or whatever the hell they said was going on, the stories had started to get to her. The building settled in strange ways as it cooled during the night. Creaks from the old wooden floor mimicked the slow approach of some horrific entity. The pipes had a nasty habit of banging and popping a little while after she visited the water fountain --- just enough time for her to make it back to her empty room. And worst, her mind fabricated the sound moaning coming through the wall to the next room right before she was falling asleep. That last one thoroughly freaked her out, but dammit, none of it was real! Despite her conviction, she still locked that sticky deadbolt to the room. It was at least some kind of a security blanket, after all. The second problem came later on. Without air conditioning, the building was stifling during the day. And it took a long time to cool down during the night. Jasmine had opened her window to let the breeze carry away the heat, but she'd still been downing a lot of water to keep cool. Now bundled in a heap of blankets on the floor of her room after many hours of trips to the water fountain (which, annoyingly, was too old to cool the water), being locked in her room, and being chilled by the nighttime air... She needed to pee. Badly. She tried to ignore it --- twisted her legs together, played with her phone, tried to read her textbook in the dark. She held it until the screams for release echoed louder than those that supposedly haunted the building. The thoughts of ghosts phasing through her walls had kept her knotted up in her blankets... but now those thoughts were replaced with the torturous fantasy of a gushing, frothy spray against porcelain. Her fears of being attacked by some little dead girl with long, black hair gave way to the fear that she would hear the pattering of liquid defeat emanating from the blanket and jacket scrunched between her legs. The struggle climaxed with her butt in the air and her thighs clenched together --- she was bowing, prostrated before her need to urinate. She begged her body to keep her from having to go out into those haunted halls --- to please retain the boiling ocean until daybreak... A bead of sweat rolled from between her legs and sent her into a panic that she had leaked. But, her panties were dry. Enough was enough. She wiggled to her feet and winced as she released her iron grip to push herself up from the ground. She could not stand up straight --- any wider angle put incomprehensible pressure on her bladder. She un-latched the deadbolt to her room and shuffled out into the murky halls of the haunted dormitory. But something wasn't right. Something didn't look the same. She could have sworn that the hallway had turned to the right... not the left. Weren't there four doors on this wall? Now there were five. Wasn't the common area just a little smaller? Most importantly... where was the bathroom?!
  38. 11 points

    Farmer girl needs to pee

    View File Farmer girl needs to pee Found on Youtube. Really cute girl helps her father moving the "new spreader" home, as the title says, while very desperate for a pee. Her father jokes about it and torture her making funny sounds and talking about water and pee, and driving a bit too hard for her bladder. The girl, Abbi, is very vocal about her need, while trying to keep herself from losing it. The interesting part of the video are from the start to around minute 17. Worth watching, in my opinion. P.S.: the girl is 18+, as it's mentioned in one of this youtuber's videos. Actually the channel is really nice if agricolture is your taste... Submitter Impostor Submitted 07/24/2020 Category Female  
  39. 11 points
    https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5f00215e95d9d Super hot video of girl wetting her beige/khaki-colored "jeans" (according to her in the video) down to about her knees while she gets turned on, talks very dirty about it and begins to strip and masturbate, encouraging you to masturbate with her. Side note: I believe the PH account that posted this video - Razen2002 - might actually the resurrection of an account that disappeared recently but had some of my all-time favorite content: RazenTV. Not sure why the original got deleted. Anyone?
  40. 11 points
    This is a video I forgot to upload from 2019, it's the last thing my ex girlfriend Alexia sent to me before we sadly broke up. Enjoy. YouCut_20200728_234452164.mp4
  41. 11 points
    From PH: source. Girl arrives home and pees her shorts. 1080P_4000K_336106222.mp4
  42. 11 points

    Wet walks

    I´m having a wet week again, and I´ve been on a few walks, trying different methods of peeing myself in daylight without high risk of getting caught, so I´m gonna share them all here. 1.Only leaking I came home after hanging out with some friends, had peed a few times in the forest without wiping, so wanted to change underwear anyway, why not have some fun before? I put on some old loose fitting pale blue jeans, with the plan to go out and leak with good control, it should only lead to a small patch between my legs, nothing obvious. I was not very desperate as I walked away, but I knew I would be well able to wet and I was very excited about the idea of leaking into my jeans without protection, in daylight, and to walk home on streets were I used to meet both cars and people. I walked for a while among the houses, waiting for the glass of water to kick in. I noticed that a lot of people were out, enjoying the sunny afternoon. My plan was to wet while standing on the beach walk, admiring the view. When I approached it I was even more excited, and the need for peeing bigger, but not too big, I knew I had it under control, but to let just a little out would feel so great, my anticipation was high. I left the street and went up the stairs to the beach walk, constructed by stone just by the lakeside. I waited until the first good spot, by the special old tree everyone takes pictures of to post at our village facebook group. I stopped, and relaxed, it took a little while and then I dribbled, cut it off immediately, then let another go, just a little longer, but still only dampening my underwear. I kept on walking a little bit, felt the urge and stopped again. This time as I relaxed I could feel the warmth going through my panties and just slightly into my jeans. It felt so good! I was checking and saw a very tiny wet patch on the jeans, just between my legs, not visible either from behind or front. So Ok, I thought, i´ll stop one more time and that will be the last. Kept on walking, until where the beachwalk ended, still no people around. A last look at the lovely view over the big lakes and the three little islands, but my focus was on something totally different. One more little relax and spurt, and it felt just amazing to feel it warming up my crotch, the patch grew a little bigger and I knew this was it, i was at the point where it would show from behind if someone looked carefully, but they would probably not be sure that I had a leak, and I wanted exactly that, just some excitement on the way home. I should head home now for a nice release in the shower. But… I just… I wasn´t desperate at all, and I didn´t want the patch to grow bigger, but… the last spurt felt so fantastic. I was having such a nice time and I just couldn´t resist to do another little one. So I did. I waited for the urge, and i let it go, so nice again, and I stopped immedeately, but the pee didn´t… well it did, but not at the accurate moment when I tried to, a little more trickled out, warming my crotch and the inside of my thighs, and i knew directly that it was too much. I froze. I stood there for several seconds with a pounding heart, didn´t dare to look down and watch the damage. When I eventually did, I discovered that it wasn´t too bad in the front, but my butt was dark blue around the crotch and it was visible also on the thighs. Pale blue jeans don´t hide anything, and well, that´s why I picked them. Now I knew I was in trouble, but what could I do? Just start walking and hope for the best, I guess. So I walked up to the street, fortunately nobody was around. After a while I put the hand on my ass, and realised the wet patch had grown even more, my pants catching up more wetness from my soaked panties and it was spreading out. If someone came up close at me now and looked at my behind it would be so obvious that I just pissed my pants a bit. I didn´t want that to happen in my own little village, the excitement had turned into embarrassment, and plans of how I could hide this. I was lucky though. Did my best to sneak around near the ditch of the road, but no people, no cars, until I reached my own street. Then a car came, so I stopped, pretended to look at my phone with my safe frontside directed against the car until it had passed me by. Please, let there be no neighbours out now by the house, I begged, and once again, I was lucky. I reached my home without getting caught, (unless someone peeked through a vindow and noticed something) it was scary but so worth the feeling of those gorgeous leaks I had, and I was very turned on the whole evening. 2. Sweater around my waist Next day I was going for a long whole day hike , and even if it was in the wild and I was alone out there I had no interest in wetting, I just wanted to enjoy the nature and discovery of some new tracks, trying to find my way around a big lake (yeah I know, there´s always a lake in my stories) . I had a fantastic day out with just enough of a challenge, nice picnic food, a nude swim at a hidden beach, an ice cream break at a camping resort, and I was peeing in the forest when I needed too. But then, when I had my last 5 kilometers to go, and I started to feel my last bottle of water in the bladder, I guess I needed some distraction from my sore feet, because my naughtiness woke up. I wanted to pee my shorts before I got home. I could always put my sweater around my waist before I reached civilization, no problem. I pretty soon started to try to let a little out, relax my pelvic floor while walking fast downhill, but nothing happened, I wasn´t that full yet. When I came into my wellknown favourite forest I also was a bit hungry, still had a sandwich left in my backpack, so I thought I could stop somewhere and pee myself nice and slowly while sitting down having a snack break. I found a perfect stone at the side of the track, and I guess my body knew what was going on, because I leaked as soon as I sat down, don´t think it was on purpose. I had a great time there, eating the sandwich, and every now and then leak into my shorts, feeling my bum get wet and even my keys that I forgot to take out of the pocket. A guy on a mountain bike passed by behind me, but he couldn´t see what I was doing. When i finished the food i gave the last pee a little push, and watched it run out of my shorts leg, and find it´s way down into the green moss. Since I hadn´t moved for a while I was a little cold, and my wet ass also had a chilling effect so I wanted my sweater on as long as I dared. The shorts were not showing wetness very well anyway. But when I reached the village streets and a car came from behind it was enough, I quickly stopped and put the sweater around the waist. I was almost home, but before that I had a few stops picking up some raspberries from the side of the road, while I had a tiny leak dribble down my leg. 3.Long raincoat and wet terrain So, today was rainy and grey, a perfect day of trying out a new idea, wetting in jeans and a long rain coat, reaching almost down to my knees. To add some holding fun to it, I had bought some second hand stuff for my kid, and I was going to fetch those things at some guys place a 15 minute walk up my street. So I drank some extra water, waited til it was 4 hours since my morning pee, and then went out. I was feeling kind of desperate as I walked, wondering if it was a stupid idea to walk into someone´s home just before a planned wetting, what if this would be the time when I miscalculated my holding abilities? But my urgency turned out to be mostly psychological, as soon as I reached the right house and got in there I forgot about my bladder issues and didn´t feel them at all. I had my stuff, talked a little, put my shoes back on, and headed out in the rain again. It took a while before the desperation came back. First I thought I might do a hold for real this time, see if I could involuntarily lose control, but I just like the wetting part too much, I can´t resist the nice feeling of letting go. So I soon started peeing, but only for a few seconds, I wanted to go through the forest and let the wetting last all the way. Still I could already see a wet strike down my left leg. I soon realised that in any other circumstances, walking through the forest on a day like this would have been totally stupid. The rain wasn´t too heavy, but the long wet grass hit my legs, and my shoes and the front of my jeans very soon got soaked. Spurting once every few minutes I did my best to wet the inside/ backside of the legs as well, and was kind of successful. Of course nobody else was in the forest, so I could turn around as much as I wanted to watch the damage, and well, there were still some dry patches in the back of the jeans, but they grew smaller with every time I let another stream out. I wanted to take some photos, so I took one with the rain coat, and one where I lifted it up in the front to show the obvious wetting hidden under it (see those pics below). And I actually got caught doing this! When I put my phone down suddenly there were people on the path, two women, a man and a dog. They must have seen me. Well, the usual pretending like nothing, smile and say hi, but still I was very embarrassed. What did they think I was doing? Well, one thing is for sure, they did not think “Oh that girl must have deliberately peed her pants, and now she´s taking photos of them to post on a fetish website”, because people don´t have such naughty minds, do they? I´m sure they found some other decent explanation. So, I got caught, but still safe, I hope. But what the hell did they do in the forest on a day like this? My bladder was still filling up from what I drank earlier I guess, because I could continue my little peeing all the way home, now out of the forest and on the streets, wich made it more exciting. I let it flow and managed eventually to get my jeans into just one dark colour below the rain coat, they were wet and heavy all way through. I wanted to see if I could have the guts to pee in the same moment as a car was passing me by, while standing still pretending to use my phone, but didn´t really succeed, I spurted too short and had finished as they drove by. Then I heard voices from some walking people and thought that I might also see if I could do the same with them walking by… Ehm…I wouldn´t think so. It was the same group of people that I earlier met in the forest… They had taken the same route as me, but in another direction. The woman recogniced me and smiled at me when we passed each other by. I was at my house now, I peed one last time at the parking lot, and just when I finished my closest neighbour came, a woman that I have known for years, and sometimes hang out with. I stopped and had a chat of course, a little nervous, worried that her dog would maybe catch something up and start nosing around on my pants, but that didn´t happen. We were talking about the weather, and I said it was a bad idea walking through the forest. She said “yeah, you´re shoes look really soaked” (I think that the jeans were so thoroughly wet that it didn´t show at all) and I said “I don’t think there´s a dry spot on my jeans either”. “But your rain coat looks really good” she said, I agreed, and told her I had to get in to dry myself up. To sum it all up, I think I liked the leaking method the most, even if I kind of failed on that one because i had too much fun. The sweater around the waist was nice, safe and a bit boring, the raincoat was kind of fun, just very wet and cold. But I´ll probably try all three of these again.
  43. 10 points
    Rip: 9384531 - EroProfile.m4v
  44. 10 points

    Wetting red leggins

    Wetting her red leggins sitting on a bar stool. What a relief! Video734.mp4
  45. 10 points
    Found this profile recently: https://es.pornhub.com/users/cathina1/videos/public
  46. 10 points
    Here's a story from a few years ago when me and three friends (two of them a couple) went climbing together. As a group we woke up super early at my friend's place and had some cereal/coffee/quick breakfast then drove to an area with a lot of nice lines near their house. We found the start of the route we were planning easily enough since they'd both climbed it before: a 5.11b, with 8 pitches of mostly slab with a bit of "easy" crack climbing. Our early start ended up being a bit pointless since we opted to wait anyways until noon-ish to begin climbing to give the rock time to dry. We'd all gone into the woods a bit for a pee shortly before starting the first pitch for the convenience of it since peeing while wearing a harness can be awkward even for guys. It took a while going up the first few pitches because there were 4 of us, we hadn't been big wall climbing in a while and precisely zero of us were great at crack climbing. While climbing everyone drank lots of water, even more than we usually would because we were getting absolutely baked by the heat that'd dried up the route for us. Luckily the rock wasn't unbearably hot since the sun wasn't directly hitting where we were climbing or our fingers would've been real toasty. The bugs had also seemed to have gone into hiding temporarily. The conditions were alright. We took a break at at the start of pitch 5 right below the crux pitches. There was a nice tiny ledge about two hands width to belay from, eat a snack and - for us guys - to pee off of. It's quite an experience in itself to pee off a ledge hundreds of feet up. Unfortunately it wasn't a wide enough ledge to comfortably squat and pee off so I'm guessing that's why my friend's girlfriend didn't loosen her leg straps, drop her pants and go then. Either that or she was worried hikers would see her, although she didn't seem the sort to care about that. For anyone curious: she was wearing tight fitting light blue athletic pants, a tan t-shirt and her helmet/harness/gear. She has a very athletic build and I think she had her hair in a ponytail while climbing. Since it was pretty featureless slab the whole way up there weren't any really convenient ledges for women to pee and the climb took us just over 7 hours, extensive lunch break included. An OK speed for a party of 4. While we were working through the crux pitches I wondered when she was going to pee because I'd been pretty bursting when I'd gone. I found out another two hours or so later when we had the cruxes behind us and only two easy pitches left. All four of us were tied into an anchor we'd built, we'd pulled our haul bag up (really just a large backpack) and were trying to get a hanging belay in some semblance of order for the next pitch. My friend moved off to the side (so our bag and the route wouldn't get peed on) and took another pee at this anchor, then his girlfriend said she had to go too. Up until that point she hadn't shown any signs of desperation other than a bit of "Elvis leg" which may or may not have just been calf fatigue. She traversed out to the same spot he'd peed from and we all looked away to give her a bit of privacy even though she was only a few meters away from us. A few seconds later I thought I heard a faint hissing coming from her direction, then she said she was all done way sooner than I thought she'd be. I looked over to see her traversing back to us with the front/seat of her pants completely soaked to around her knees, it was really noticeable because of the color of her pants. She said that she'd been hoping to go after we sent the route but she couldn't hold out any longer. She'd been dying for a pee but because she'd traversed to the side with a bit of slack rather than downclimbed she found herself in a bit of a situation and her body wasn't going to give her enough time to correct it. There weren't any good holds which would've allowed her to stick her butt out from the wall or loosen her harness so she'd just peed with her pants on instead. Basically she'd done the splits (she's quite a flexible climber) to try and keep her shoes dry but with no way of getting her pants down she'd had to pee through them. Afterwards she laughed it off, said she really didn't think the logistics through but was happy she'd successfully kept her shoes dry. We continued climbing and made faster progress, opting for dinner after we made it back since we hadn't taken headlamps with us and we were done way later than we thought we'd be. Her pants dried before we were even done the final pitch but none of us got to change into fresh clothes until we'd made it back to the van.
  47. 10 points

    A good find

    Ripped. Bathroom pee desperation - ThisVid.com.mp4
  48. 10 points
    love this specific scenario and i see it all the time in artwork, but i'd love for more videos to add to the ol' collection. here's a couple i've found, i'm eager to see if anyone here has any more ^.^ Pee while gaming.mp4 Just Couldn't Hold it while Gaming.mp4
  49. 10 points
    More or less based on Episode 7 of the Yuru Camp anime. Thanks to @Imouto Bouquet for proofreading. -- It was a cold, clear day at Lake Shibire, and the vivid blue of the sky was reflected in the still waters of the nearby lake as two members of the Outdoors Club carted their supplies along the dirt path to their campsite. “They say that a few hours after midnight the spirit of a bull oni will rise out of the lake!” Nadeshiko recited from whatever urban legend site she was reading today. “Sure it will,” Rin said with a sigh. “Just keep your eyes on the path, we’re almost there.” Just a few steps later, as they came around a group of trees, the campground spread out before them, the scattered trees and patches of grass all commanded an amazing view across the still waters of the lake to the far side of the caldera. A small number of more permanent structures were dotted across the area, but just one of the campsites appeared to be occupied. “Only one other tent.” She pumped her fist in satisfaction. “The place is practically ours.” “S-so there’s almost no one here, and no street lights? Isn’t that just making it too easy for the spirit?” her friend’s voice shook slightly as she spoke. “It’s just an urban legend,” she said, brushing her hair out of her eyes. “Just go to bed early if you’re so worried about it.” “Ah, I hadn’t thought of that.” With a grin, the pink-haired girl went sprinting off down the path. “It’s all ours!” “She really isn’t that bright, is she?” Rin muttered quietly to herself. -- Once the girls had pitched their tents, Nadeshiko set off to explore the campground and take pictures while Rin chose to prepare the fire for cooking dinner and read. The nearly empty structures were interesting enough, but the views of the lake were what truly drew Nadeshiko’s attention. The vivid yellows and oranges of the trees provided a sharp contrast to the clear blue of the sky as they both reflected off the still, nearly mirror surface of the water. As she tried to get closer to the shoreline, the smell of cooking vegetables wafted to her from the larger tent that they had spotted earlier. ‘If we’re the only other people here, maybe I should go and say hi to our neighbors.’ she thought as she wandered over towards the tent, her boots crunching quietly on the gravel beach. “Ah, hello?” As she walked around to the front of the tent she saw an array of fancy tools arranged across a table and a slender, short-haired woman standing over it.. ‘Oohh, veteran campers,’ she thought. “Hi there, are you staying in those tents down the shore?” the woman asked, gesturing with her head, her hands occupied as she diced vegetables. “Ah, yes. We’re just here for the night.” As her eyes scanned over the table’s contents, she spotted the tent’s other occupant, glasses, longer hair, and a worrying number of bottles obscuring her face. ‘Ah, I wonder if they’re camping as a couple. How cute!’ “Anyway, I just wanted to say hi. It was nice to meet you!” she called as she left, intending to both give them some privacy and to see how the fire was coming along. Ah, she could almost imagine the taste of freshly cooked meat already, the thought driving her on as she jogged across the campground. Rin was having a significantly less pleasant time than her friend. Her initial plan of starting a bundle of tinder and setting the coals on top resulted in a few wisps of smoke before being smothered. ‘Maybe it just needs more to light properly?’ she thought, setting the coals back up with twice as much tinder. A match set it alight, and she returned to her book, confident that she would have a fire soon. By the time Nadeshiko returned to camp, it was clear that Rin’s confidence was misplaced; the first thing she noticed was an aura of gloom, with her friend hunched over the still cold fire at its center. “Why. Why isn’t it lighting? There isn’t even any tinder left,” She muttered, barely aware of anything else happening around her. ‘Ah, she’s definitely upset,’ Not having a fire probably wasn’t a life or death situation here, but those dreams of fresh meat were slipping further and further away. There had to be some other way of lighting it. As the other girl fiddled with the lighter, pitting her own stubbornness against their own refusal to light, Nadeshiko had an idea. There was a veteran camper just down the shore she could ask, right? A quick jog and hurried explanation later, she returned with their camping neighbor. “Rin, look, I found an expert!” The sound of her friend’s excited voice finally pulled Rin’s attention away from the increasingly annoying firepit. “H-hi,” the somewhat confused expert greeted her, before glancing at the fire. “I’m Ryouko, I’m staying at the campsite down the path.” “Oh, um, nice to meet you. I’m Rin. I’m very sorry for how my friend’s been acting,” she said with a small bow. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. She said you were having some trouble with the fire?” Rin gestured to the not-so-fiery pit and shifted to the side, leaving enough space for another person. “Ah, charcoal can be a little tricky to light.” After squatting down next to Rin and picking up the tongs, Ryouko placed another brick into the fire before crushing it into smaller, gravel sized pieces. “Breaking it apart can make it easier to light, and gives you a bed of coals to set the rest on top of.” With the application of a lighter and a firestarter, the crumbled black pebbles began to flare with orange light before fading to a gentle red glow. “That should be good enough to get the rest started,” she said, stacking the rest of the charcoal back on top. “Ah, thank you,” A genuinely grateful Rin said. “Not to interrupt, but who’s that over there?” Nadeshiko asked, pointing a gloved hand at a figure wrapped up against the cold, stumbling towards the lake. “Who?” Ryouko asked, glancing in the indicated direction. “Oh, not again. That’s my sister.” Cupping her hands around her mouth, she yelled to the figure in the distance. “Minami!” “Ah, camping with family is nice.” Rin poked at the charcoal as she spoke. Ryouko worriedly glanced between the fire and her sister as she got closer and closer to the water. “I think we can handle this from here. Thank you for your help,” Rin said, gesturing towards the lake as she continued fanning the coals. “Sure, no problem. Feel free to come by later and chat if you want to,” Ryouko called over her shoulder as she jogged off to intercept her wayward sister. “Do you think she’s trying to go swimming?” Nadeshiko wondered, watching the two sisters. “I really hope not, it’s dangerous this time of year.” Her friend continued poking at the fire. Off in the distance, the elder sister reached the lake before the younger woman could catch up to her, just standing there with her feet apart. ‘That’s odd, is she just trying to get a better look at something?’ Nadeshiko wondered. Suddenly, and prompting a yelp from her sister that was audible even across the campground, the older woman tugged her pants and underwear down to her knees. “Rin! Rin, look!” Nadeshiko shook her friend’s shoulder a bit too vigorously. “Stop that, what’s going on-” Rin’s eyes barely even widened at the sight. “An exhibitionist?” As if to answer her question, a jet of urine began to pour from between the suspected exhibitionist’s legs, the droplets sparkling in the light visible even at a distance, before splashing into the still waters of the lake. Even from across the campground and covered by her coat, it was easy to tell just how relieved she felt as she sighed with relief. Not long after she’d started peeing her sister caught up with her, pulling off her own coat and holding it up to try to shield her from view. “Nadeshiko, we probably shouldn’t be watching that.” Color rose in Rin’s cheeks as she noticed her status as a voyeur. “Wow… I didn’t think women could do that,” Nadeshiko said with a sense of wonder before tearing her eyes away and focusing again on the fire. -- “Uugh, my head hurts,” Minami mumbled, slumped over the table. “I keep telling you that you need to stay hydrated when drinking.” Her sister sighed as she placed a cup of water in front of her. “Drink that before anything else.” “Fine,” she grumbled, perking up quickly as the smell of the finally finished food wafted across the table as her sister served up their dinner.. “I really worry about your future as a teacher sometimes, sis.” As she spoke, she carefully set a plate in between the bottles and cans strewn across her sister’s side of the table. “Rude. I was really popular as a student teacher,” she mumbled from behind her beer. “Excuse me.” “Good evening!” A pair of higher pitched voices called from the tent’s entrance. “We wanted to thank you for your help earlier. Would you like some of the food we made?” “Oh, it’s you two,” Ryouko responded, seeing the two highschoolers. “It looks wonderful.” “Pardon the intrusion, we’ll head back now,” Rin said, setting the bowls of soup on the table. “Ah, before you go, please take some of this with you.” She gestured to the pot of jambalaya. “I made a bit more than we need.” “Ah, it smells so good.” Nadeshiko leaned over the pot, taking in the heady, heavily spiced smell. “Are you sure?” Rin asked with a bit of trepidation. “Of course, of course,” Ryouko responded, just as a thump from deeper in the tent drew everyone’s attention back to the other occupant. “Oi, kids!” she shouted, holding up the bottle of rum she’d just banged against the table. “Take this with you!” “Please ignore her,” Ryouko quickly said, moving between them. “She’s just drunk.” “R-right. Thank you for the food,” “Thank you!” the two chorused before setting off into the dark for their own camp. As the two left the ring of light around the campsite, the sisters settled in to eat. “Mmm, it’s so good,” Minami said through a mouthful of food. “It is. They’re good kids, aren’t they?” Ryouko said, taking a sip of the soup. “They said they’re highschoolers, imagine if they turn out to be students at your school.” As she drew a breath to make a response, the older woman froze in place as a shiver went up her spine. As any seasoned drinker knows, after that first visit to the toilet, or the lake in her case, you just can never hold on for as long and just keep needing to run to the bathroom. Putting her food back on the table, she began the struggle to get to her feet to go and deal with her looming problem. “Minami, where are you going?” As innocuous as the question sounded, a clear danger lurked in those words. “Gotta pee,” she mumbled. Maybe it was that overall numbness, maybe it was just poor judgement, but it certainly felt like her growing need had come out of nowhere to start prodding her poor bladder into ruining her only pair of warm pants. “You aren’t going to try to go in the lake again, are you?” The already cold air seemed to take on a further chill, making Minami shiver. “N-no.” “Well, it won’t be a problem if I go with you to the bathrooms then,” she said, picking her coat up from the back of her chair and pulling it on. “I’m not a kid, I’m older than you.” The surly schoolteacher sulked as the two of them walked down the path to the campground’s bathrooms, side by side as the older sister swayed slightly on her feet. “Which is exactly why you shouldn’t be peeing in the lake, especially when there are other people around.” Ryouko put out a hand to steady her sister as she made a particularly strong lurch to one side. “Honestly, you’re lucky the two of them didn’t mind or lodge a complaint with the office.” -- “Hey, Rin.” The other pair of campers sat by the glowing remnants of their fire, all of their food eaten and the coals burned down to low embers. “Hmm.” Rin’s nose remained firmly buried in her book. “Well, you didn’t seem very surprised when that woman peed in the lake earlier,” Nadeshiko asked with a questioning tone. “I was surprised she did it that publicly. Just going standing up isn’t that rare though.” Her shrug was barely visible through the pile of blankets draped over her shoulders. “Ah, okay. So, wait, does that mean you’ve seen other people do that? Is it some secret thing that I just never learned because I grew up in the country?” The pink-haired girl seemed to get more worked up as she continued. “It’s not that common, but it’s not like I ask everyone I meet whether they know how,” she said defensively, before continuing a bit more quietly. “I only really know how because it’s useful for camping sometimes.” “Oh, that does make sense. Everything really does come back to camping for you, doesn’t it?” A much calmer Nadeshiko said, nodding as if she was spouting some sage wisdom. “Leaving that aside, it’s getting a bit late. We should probably get to bed soon.” As she spoke, Rin stood up and brushed her clothes back into place. “I’ll go get some water to douse the fire.” “Fiiiine, sleep does sound good,” Nadeshiko said through a yawn, before suddenly perking up. “Oh, what if you showed me how to pee the fire out? We’d be catching two birds with one stone that way!” “No way.” The darker haired girl immediately shot it down. “It’s way too easy to get burned. Besides, it smells awful.” “So you’ve tried it then? What was it like? Did you actually have enough to put the fire out?” The pink-haired girl seemed like she was about to burst with questions. “N-no comment,” she said, turning away to hide the blush on her cheeks and walking off to retrieve the less embarrassing kind of water. “Have fun with the bull spirit.” “Rin, wait! Don’t leave me alone with it!” Nadeshiko yelped as she rushed to join her friend. Once the fire had been put out in the safer, more conventional way and the remaining food was packed away, the pair retreated to their tents to change and get some much-needed rest. Nearly as soon as her head had touched the pillow, Nadeshiko was out like a light and within a few minutes she was gently snoring away. For Rin, sleep was proving a bit more difficult to come by. When camping by herself, the rustling of the trees and the sounds of animals were enough to lull her to sleep, but adding another person complicated things. The small sounds of fabric shifting and breathing that didn’t match her own movements were distracting and seemed to keep startling her awake. It would take some getting used to, but that was a small price to pay for companionship. As long as she tried to focus on the sounds of the wind, that second set of movements seemed to blend into the background and soon enough, her eyelids began to feel heavy. “Hey, Nadeshiko?” she called into the quiet air, not quite expecting a response. “Thanks for inviting me to come camping with you.” She’d have to find some way of saying it when her friend was awake, but a small smile still spread across her face as she drifted off to sleep. -- As she snored away, apparently peacefully, Nadeshiko was having a fairly odd dream; she was at school, but in place of any of her usual teachers, Rin was standing at the front of the classroom in a pantsuit and heavy-framed glasses. Adding to the weirdness, she was the only student in the room and everything written on the board looked like formulas to somehow describe how a stream of pee would fly. ‘That’s odd, I didn’t think Rin needed glasses,’ she thought. “Nadeshiko, please demonstrate the correct way to pee on a campfire for the class.” As if she had somehow sensed that sliver of doubt, the questionably qualified teacher picked that exact moment to call on her pupil. “Eh? Uh, I-I’m not sure how, I’m sorry, please call on someone else.” Nadeshiko stuttered, feeling her face heat up and willing the ground to swallow her up. As she tried to figure out some way of diverting attention from herself, she suddenly noticed a surge of pressure between her legs. “Honestly, you’ve had a week to study the material,” Rin chastised her hopeless student. “How do you expect to graduate with that attitude? Get up here and give it your best attempt.” As she spoke, she tapped one foot on the dirt floor. ‘Wait, dirt?’ As Nadeshiko stood up and gingerly made her way to her teacher, trying not to jostle her bladder, she noticed that the desks around her had become trees, and as she approached the place the lectern had been, she now saw a low, smoldering fire. “What are you waiting for? Pants down, get to it.” “R-right.” As Nadeshiko pulled down her pajamas, she was pleasantly surprised not to feel the stinging cold on her skin. She faced the small bed of coals, tilted her pelvis slightly up and… nothing. However badly it had felt like she’d needed to pee earlier, it stubbornly chose to remain inside. ‘Ah, this is bad. If I can’t go now, I’m going to fail!’ she thought, trying to draw on that need she’d felt just a little while before, trying to push anything she could out and into a stream. With a bit more effort, a stream began to fly out and into the fire, but for some reason she couldn’t feel any of the usual sensations she’d associate with relief, just a warm breeze caressing the area around her pelvis. Nadeshiko grumbled a little as she opened her eyes, finding a dark tent instead of the familiar walls of her bedroom as she lay on her front. Why did dreams always have to end just when they were getting to the good part? For that matter, she was still supposed to have a few months left before she started having stress dreams about exams and graduation! ‘At least that nice warm feeling is still there,’ she thought, relaxing back into the comfortable sprawl she’d been sleeping in; the cool fabric of her pillow against her cheek, the gentle weight of the sleeping bag over her shoulders, and that slight wetness against her stomach… wait a minute . Rolling over and pulling back the covers was a slower, more complicated process in a sleeping bag than it would in her normal bed, but after a bit of fumbling with the zipper, she had a clear sense of what had happened. There wasn’t any mistaking the source of the quickly cooling wetness on the front of her pajamas or the sharp pressure between her legs and feeling of liquid shifting inside her whenever she moved. Rolling onto her side seemed to help, her body was no longer pressing its weight directly onto the slight bulge her bladder made under her skin, but it still took a significant effort to hold back the flood of pee trying to make its way out. She knew that it would only get worse the longer she tried to ignore it and this wasn’t quite a disaster yet; she hadn’t let any more leaks out now that she was awake and her sleeping bag didn’t feel particularly wet. As long as she could get to the bathrooms soon, very soon, she’d be able to get out of this with just a change of pants. As she was girding herself to get to her feet, a low sound carried across the camp, almost like the call of… a bull. Her bladder didn’t seem to appreciate the shiver that went up her spine, and a few small drops leaked into her already damp underwear. That was a setback, but not an impossible challenge. All she had to do was wait until morning, and then sprint for the bathrooms the instant the sun was above the horizon. She could make it, she was a high schooler after all, she just needed to wait… 4 more hours. As she felt the muscles surrounding her bladder tightening in pulses, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to manage 4 minutes. Maybe just wetting the bed wouldn’t be so bad? She was going to have to wash the sleeping bag anyway and it would be so easy to just relax and let everything flow out, the warm puddle spreading inside her little cocoon. ‘No, no way! Big sis would kill me if I peed in her sleeping bag,’ she told herself. Biting her lip and tensing every muscle she could seemed to hold back the tide, but imagining what it would be like to pee wasn’t helping her situation at all. Waiting until morning simply wasn’t an option, peeing in her tent wasn’t either. If she stayed close to the tent she could make sure the spirit had as little time to catch her as possible, but what if the noise woke up Rin and she saw her peeing? She’d never want to go camping together again! As she agonized over her lack of options, one that probably should have been obvious earlier came to mind; it was a bit embarrassing, but she could ask her friend to help her face the possible spirit. She was pretty sure a grumpy Rin would be a match for anything out there after all. Crawling to the exit of the tent wasn’t particularly comfortable, but it was a small enough change in posture for her bladder to stay quiet. As she stood up, and then squatted down to put on her boots though, it made its displeasure known; the combination of a sudden shift between rising and falling, followed immediately by a position she often used for peeing had it thoroughly convinced that this was the proper time to empty. As she felt her pee rushing towards freedom, she tried to sit on her right heel, the extra pressure just barely enough to avoid soaking herself. After a few deep breaths, her body seemed to be used to the new position and she quickly began pulling on her boots. With them on, a flashlight in one hand and the other pressed firmly between her legs, she oh-so-carefully stood up, trying to move as smoothly as she would when carrying a glass filled to the very brim. She hadn’t been able to see it in the dark, but as she took the few steps to her friend’s tent, it became clear that there was a slightly wet patch on the heel of her right sock now. “Rin. Rin!” she hissed, hoping that the other girl wasn’t too deeply asleep. “Mmmf, what do you want, it’s not morning yet.” A slurred grumble answered from inside the tent. “I-I need to go to the bathroom.” The tension was clear in her voice as she held her slightly wet thighs together and shifted her weight back and forth, one toe tapping against the hard dirt of the campsite. “Then go.” The sounds of fabric shifting hinted at Rin rolling over and trying to fall back asleep. “I can’t go alone! The bull spirit would eat me!” the pink-haired girl cried. Standing outside of her tent like this, the cold night air was quickly sapping any remaining warmth from her pants and the newly chilly wetness wasn’t helping her efforts to hold at all. “It’s just an urban legend. Besides, how would a spirit eat you?” “Eating my soul wouldn’t be any better!” As desperate as she was, she just couldn’t bring herself to head off down the dark path alone. Just to drive the point home, another of those low calls echoed from the woods, and a small dribble leaked from her as she jumped, spreading a small patch of warmth through her underwear again. “Did you hear that? It’s really out there!” It was becoming increasingly clear to Rin that she wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep until this was dealt with. On top of her friend’s panicking, the pressure she’d felt between her legs when she’d been woken up was getting harder to ignore. She could probably still wait until morning if she had to, but it was uncomfortable enough that she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep easily. As long as she went along with Nadeshiko, she would be able to deal with both distractions at the same time. All she had to do was get out of her cozy sleeping bag and go out into the cold.. “Fine. Just give me a minute to put my shoes on.” Leaving the warm, soft embrace of a sleeping bag on a winter night was never a pleasant experience, but as the cold air brushed against her skin she could feel a twinge run through her bladder. ‘Maybe thinking I could wait until morning was a bit optimistic.’ She could probably still manage it if she really had to, but it would be a desperate rush to find somewhere to go in the morning, unless she wanted to wash out her tent. It certainly wouldn’t be the first morning she’d had like that; some campgrounds really weren’t laid out to accomodate a desperate girl rushing to the bathroom and she’d needed to find a convenient tree on one or two occasions. With her coat and boots pulled on, she crawled out into the night, just barely able to make out a shivering Nadeshiko standing in front of the tent. “Alright, let’s go then.” With a stretch and a yawn, she set off down the small path through the trees, on the normally quick walk to the bathrooms. As Nadeshiko followed behind her, the other girl seemed to be moving more slowly than usual, her legs pressed firmly together and her coat pulled down in the front, pointing her flashlight in the direction of every rustling branch and snapped twig she could hear. Her nervousness had seemingly contradictory effects. The tension in her body helped to keep her peehole firmly shut and an external pressure applied to keep it that way, but it made her bladder press that much harder for release. The mass of liquid inside it already pressed against her opening, but the additional squeezing of her muscles seemed to double the pressure every time something startled her. As focused as she was on the woods around her and on keeping everything inside her, she didn’t notice Rin stopping in her tracks until she bumped into her friend’s back, letting out a small spurt in the process. “Oh, sorry, why did you stop?” Nadeshiko asked as she took a step back from her friend. “Nadeshiko. Look.” As she pointed into the bushes a dark, inhuman shape was visible, two large, glassy eyes glinting in the light. The groaning from the figure sent a shiver up the pink-haired girl’s spine and another small leak into her underwear. As she pointed her flashlight towards the creature those groans turned into a yelp and a flurry of complaints. “Too early! Five more minutes!” “Oh, it’s just the drunk lady from earlier,” Nadeshiko said, trying to decide whether that was a relief or a bit of a disappointment. It was probably the better outcome, but this more mundane result would probably be even more annoying to deal with. Just running away and sprinting for the bathroom wasn’t really socially acceptable when faced with someone older that needed help, even if it was their own fault. As the woman tried to get a grip on the tree next to her, Rin couldn’t help but let out a sigh. “Go to the bathroom, I’ll try to help her back to her tent.” Rin gestured down the trail towards their destination. “Ehh, but… are you sure you can carry her yourself?” “Bathroom, right. That’s where I was going.” The very poor role model interrupted. “See? If we both help it’ll go faster anyway.” Nadeshiko said brightly. “Are you sure you can hold it?” Rin whispered to her friend. “Y-yep! Definitely, you can count on me!” Her words showed a bit more confidence than she actually felt. “Fine, try to get under her left arm then, I’ll get the right.” With a bit of a struggle, not helped along by either their passenger or the shaking in Nadeshiko’s legs, they were up and slowly inching along the path again. As they walked Nadeshiko tried to focus only on keeping her legs pressed together as tightly as possible, even as she kept getting distracted by the shifting burden, draped over her shoulders. Between the usual lack of coordination caused by alcohol and her own attempts at holding herself, walking was more than slightly difficult and each stumble would cause the trio to lurch to one side or other of the narrow path. As they happened, each lurch seemed to jostle their overfilled bladders. After one particularly large lurch, Nadeshiko could feel something a bit bigger than a leak run down her leg. As she panted and tried to catch her breath, she could feel the older woman sliding around on her shoulder as her hand grasped herself between the legs. At nearly the same time, she heard a slurred shout. “Shtop! Stop!” Their passenger cried, lurching towards a large tree as quickly as she could. Rin had to struggle to keep pace with her, trying not to let her fall over at the last minute “Be careful! If you move around that much we might drop you!” Thanks to the narrowness of the path, in just a couple of steps they were close enough to lean against a large tree. Before they’d even reached it, Minami had pulled her left arm away from Nadeshiko’s shoulders and was using it to unevenly tug at her sweatpants, pulling down one side and then the other. As the flashlight played over them, the fabric glistened wetly in the light, and once she’d managed to drag the front of them down to mid-thigh, a dribble of pee was visible, running through the darkened fabric of her underwear. With a slight tearing sound, they were pulled to the side, exposing the stream to rush through the air without obstruction. The pale yellow spray wasn’t nearly as neat as the previous attempt in the lake, her small audience noted. Where the previous one was careful and deliberate, if somewhat inappropriate, this was simply someone reaching their absolute limit and trying to minimize the damage to their clothes. As the shower of pee struck the trunk, the stream ran down along the furrows in the bark, steam rising as it traveled down to join a growing, foaming puddle among the roots. As she finally got her long-awaited relief, Minami let out a massive sigh, her head lolling over onto Rin’s shoulder, all the steam in the air fogging her glasses. “Ahhh, that’s so much better.” As she relaxed, a flush spread across her cheeks and she couldn’t help letting her eyes drift closed. Nadeshiko tried to tear her eyes away, she really did. She tried to give the woman the privacy she probably wanted, assuming she really was an exhibtionist was impolite after all, but something about the stream foaming as it poured against the tree trunk was almost mesmerizing. Just the thought of feeling that sort of relief was so very tempting. Those last few lurching steps had made it quite clear to her that she wasn’t going to be able to make it to the bathroom, but the sights and sounds of an enormous stream just mere feet away were the final straw for her poor bladder. As she stood there, she could feel her own stream beginning to force itself out, that same warmth she’d woken up to quickly spreading through her panties and pajamas again. As she felt the warm urine soaking into her clothes, she remembered all those safety videos they’d watched in the Outdoors Club about wet clothing and hypothermia, and quickly took the only action that came to mind; in as smooth a motion as she could manage, she pulled her hands from between her legs and tugged her pants down to her knees, goosebumps rising on her thighs as they were exposed to the night air. A small haze of steam drifted around her exposed, and somewhat wet, underwear as spurts leaked from her body. Some formed a dark patch on the fabric and some dribbled right through the saturated panties to land in her pants. Gripping the edge of her underwear was a difficult task with her gloves on and each additional spurt gradually left the tips of the fingers more and more damp. After a brief struggle, Nadeshiko simply tugged them off and dropped them to the dirt, pulling her underwear to the side with her unencumbered fingers. Finally freed from its cloth prison, the stream making its way out of her privates picked up more momentum, shooting just far enough to land with a gentle patter in the formerly dry leaves between the toes of her boots. Trying to get some sense of what she should be doing, Nadeshiko tried to take her instruction from Minami’s technique; she couldn’t quite make out the details, but the older woman seemed to be pulling on her privates somehow and so she would do the same. Getting a grip on the wet folds of skin was a bit trickier, especially as she felt her fingers stiffening in the cold air, but as she pulled them up and out, uncovering her opening, her stream began to pick up from intermittent spurts to a small, consistent stream. ‘This is the probably the best I’m going to get for now,’ she thought as she relaxed. Her bladder didn’t need to be told twice and she could feel a surge of pee rushing down the pipe, soon bursting from between her legs in a chaotic spray of yellow droplets. As that initial burst settled into a more stable flow, the stream calmed slightly into a somewhat messy spray, still dwarfed by the river flowing out of the woman next to her. As her pee rained onto the low growth next to the trail, two clouds of steam formed around the pink-haired girl; one growing around her head as she let out a sigh of relief, the other rising from her stream and the rapidly growing patch of wet leaves at her feet. As soon as she saw Minami’s hands go to her waistband, Rin had tried to look away, partly out of a desire to give the older woman some privacy, partly for her own bladder’s sake. As they’d walked, something about the cold air seemed to make her bladder fill much faster than usual and she was rapidly approaching her limit. She pressed her eyes shut, but without her hands available there was no way to block the sounds assailing her; the hissing and splashing of a desperately needed pee and the resulting sighs of relief were the absolute last thing she needed to hear right now. As she tried to block them out and fill her mind with any mental image except golden waterfalls, the situation managed to get even worse; a second, only slightly quieter, set of splashes joined the first from relatively nearby. ‘I really hope that isn’t what I think it is.’ Rin muttered to herself. Turning to look at Nadeshiko without staring at Minami’s stream or privates wasn’t the easiest task, but when she managed it she saw exactly what she’d feared; a very relieved girl with her pants around her knees and a spray of pee glinting in the light of her flashlight as its beam illuminated the steam from two rapidly growing puddles. “Nadeshiko, what do you think you’re doing?” Rin asked through gritted teeth. If hearing one stream was bad, having two of them blatantly visible was a test of her ability to hold like she’d never felt before. “The bathroom’s right there, and you’re not even drunk.” The effort of keeping her pants dry while holding up someone a good bit larger than her had her legs shaking with effort. “You aren’t drunk, are you?” “I’m not! I just-” She stopped for a second as a shiver ran up her spine. “I just really, really couldn’t hold it a second longer.” Her chest was visibly rising and falling as she spoke, almost panting at the relief as everything she’d had to drink poured out onto the ground. “It’s still rude, but… emergencies do happen, I guess,” she muttered. The last thing she wanted to be reminded of right now was the last time she hadn’t been able to make it all the way to the bathrooms in the morning, but the similarities were striking; waking up bursting, moving down the path at an absolute crawl with every tree seeming to beckon to her, before finally just giving in and drenching the trunk of the closest one. No matter how annoying it was, no matter how much she wanted to give up and join them, she just couldn’t bring herself to repeat that with an audience. “Just try to hurry, okay? She’s heavy.” Rin shifted the burden on her shoulders slightly as she pressed her thighs together. “Ah, I could try to grab her now.” Nadeshiko offered, trying to shuffle sideways as her stream continued, spattering onto the base of the tree and into the sizable puddle at Minami’s feet. “Quit that! Just stay over there, you’re going to pee on my boots if you do that.” Rin yelped, trying to find a way to pull her feet away from the line of wet leaves creeping towards them without losing her balance. As she stood there and peed, Nadeshiko couldn’t help smiling; it really was fun to watch her stream spray through the air, maybe it would be even more fun if she tried peeing in the lake like Minami had earlier? After a quick glance at Rin’s grimacing face, she decided that she’d save that for when she was trying solo camping again. There was still some fun she could have like this though; as she angled her hips a bit, she could see a change in where her stream landed, and she decided to try writing her name. She had just managed to trace out the first character, her stream followed her movements, before it began losing distance as the pressure inside her dropped off as her bladder finally neared empty. “Ah, no no no, stop!” she cried, hoping her body would listen as it began falling on her pants. With a bit of effort, she pushed her hips as far in front of her as she could, trying to spare her pants any further soaking. After just a little more, the stream faded into a dribble and a couple of scattered drops before stopping completely. “Ugh, this is going to be really cold until I can get changed,” Nadeshiko complained as she bounced on her toes, trying to shake the last few drops off of her lips before pulling her clothes back up. Her pink underwear looked closer to magenta at this point and nearly everything around the hips of her pants were soaked, but walking halfway across a campground bottomless, as empty as it was, was worse. She still couldn’t suppress a shudder as the cold, wet cloth pressed against her skin. It probably wasn’t the best trade she could have made, but it was nice not to have the waistband digging into her skin anymore though. Helping Rin would prove more complicated though. While the person responsible for this whole situation, Minami, had one arm draped over the darker-haired girl’s shoulders, the other was rather urgently occupied and unavailable for grabbing. It was busy holding her panties to the side and out of the flood of pee that finally seemed to be slowing. Rather than the rush of urine running down the bark like miniature rapids from before, her stream was falling into the two conjoined puddles near the base of the tree, a haze of steam rising as they sat on top of the frozen ground. With a few last spurts, timed to hiccups, and a massive sigh, even her massive pee was finished. “That’s better. Now, back to the drinks.” Minami declared, pointing in a direction that quite clearly wasn’t where her tent lay. As the highschoolers shared a glance, Rin made her own suggestion. “Nadeshiko, how about you help her get back to the camp.” As she gestured, she kept her legs pressed tightly together. “A-are you sure?” Nadeshiko asked, her eyes flicking between the other two women on the path. “Yep. Ryouko will probably hear you coming with her like this, just get her to help you if you need it.” Rin fought the urge to just drop the woman and sprint for the bathrooms. “Can you grab her arm?” Understanding seemed to dawn in Nadeshiko’s eyes, and as they made the handoff she whispered to Rin. “Ah, don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you wet yourself.” “I didn’t!” she hissed back, her face bright red. ‘It’s looking more and more likely though,’ she admitted to herself as another twinge ran through her lower body. “Alright, up we go.” The pink-haired girl’s voice shook with effort and she tried to support her charge as the two of them lurched off down the correct path. ‘I really hope that wasn’t a mistake,’ Rin thought before turning her back on the pair and setting off down the path to the bathrooms as fast as she dared, the bun on her head bobbing up and down on in time with the liquids within her. Things seemed to be going well at first, she could feel that slight tingling that came when leaks were imminent, but none of them had come yet. A few steps and a small slip on a patch of ice brought a moment of panic and a much more urgent pang from her bladder as it objected to the contortions she needed to make to stay upright. There might have been a small amount of warmth and wetness in her underwear that wasn’t there before, but that was just sweat. It couldn’t possibly be anything else, and just as long as she told herself that it would have to be true. With every step she took, she could feel more leaks fighting to make their way out, but she could see the small structure of the bathroom. She was so close, far too close to give up now, and she held on as hard as she could. 20 meters away, 10 meters, 5 meters, the closer she got to the building the more urgently her bladder tried to get her attention, and she could just feel a stream trying to force its way out. When her hands finally touched the wooden door, she didn’t waste a second before pulling it open and rushing inside. There wasn’t any source of light inside the small building, but she knew roughly where the toilet was and was well beyond caring any more than that about her aim. As she fumbled with the drawstring holding up her pants, her legs twisted together, trying to hold back the flood for just a few seconds longer, before she was able to pull them down along with her darker than usual grey boyshorts. She couldn’t help but shiver at the cold air, a few small spurts flying forward to land on the floor before she had herself aimed properly and was able to let go in earnest. Unlike the more chaotic streams she’d been forced to listen to earlier, there was very little hissing as Rin emptied her own bladder, just her own heavy breathing and the splash as her stream landed in the toilet itself. The nearly perfect jet of pale yellow liquid arced into the bowl, a small patch of bubbles spreading around its landing point, and she had to fight the urge to slump against one of the nearby walls. Somehow, she’d actually made it. There were times when camping that there simply wasn’t any option but a tree, but she tried her best to use the bathrooms when they were available. It certainly wasn’t warm in these bathrooms, but just being able to get out of the wind helped and standing up meant she didn’t have to sit on the cold seat. Between the cold and dealing with heavier clothes, knowing how to pee standing really was a remarkably useful skill for camping during the winter. As her mind wandered, her stream continued to pour into the toilet, lasting nearly a minute before beginning to wane. As the splashing got quieter and her stream died down, she made a small hum of exertion as she tried to cut her stream off. With a slight push, she managed to force the last of her stream out with enough force to keep it from dribbling into her clothes, a step that she’d forgotten the first few times she’d tried doing this with unpleasant results. She wasn’t sure it would make much of a difference this time though, considering the state her underwear was already in; the leaks she’d let out, both on the walk and while waiting for the other two to finish, had made quite a wet patch on her grey boyshorts. With a sigh, she unrolled enough toilet paper to clean herself up and make at least an attempt at drying her poor, put-upon underwear. Once she’d finished, she tossed the paper into the noticeably yellow and significantly deeper pool of water in the toilet before flushing it all, hiding at least some of the evidence of what had just happened. Even after her attempts at drying them off, she couldn’t suppress a shudder as she pulled her clothes back into place. Once she’d washed her hands and walked back outside, she couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of the full moon over the lake. As annoying or unpleasant as it could sometimes be, sights like this were what made it all worthwhile. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for a breeze brushing against her rapidly cooling pants to remind her why she had ended up here at all. ‘Maybe I can get changed before Nadeshiko notices.’ she thought to herself, that optimistic thought motivating her as she jogged back to the campsite.
  50. 10 points

    The customers come first

    The Customers come first Commission from holdinginpee . Almost running down the street Michelle was cursing her broken Alarm, checking her watch she was only a couple of minutes late this time. Although as she felt her phone buzz in her pocket once again and going off the texts she hadn’t opened from her boss, she probably wasn’t going to be a good mood today. Rounding the corner of the building she slowed to a brisk walk, not wanting it to be too obvious how late she was. Looking around she could only see one other person, a blonde girl who seemed to be nervously waiting at the bust stop. The city centre unusually quiet this morning, but the sounds of not so distant road works still made it feel like normal. “You’re late” A shout rang out as Michelle pushed open the large mirrored doors. “Sorry, there was some construction or something. The bus was stuck in traffic.” She mumbled slightly, knowing it wouldn’t probably help. “No Excuses Michelle, team meeting in the staff room now!” “Can I just….” “No, everyone is waiting” Her boss said sternly. Walking in Michelle could see she was the last one to arrive, the others already disrobed and standing around naked. It was still odd to witness even after 8 months of working at Al Demur’s. She hadn’t even known this place existed until her friend Sophie had told her about it. The adult only establishment that was clearly a Hooters clone, just with less clothing. The exclusively female staff came in all shapes, sizes and skin tones and was known for waiting on the customers in the nude, it could be a little demeaning at times but the pay was just too good to turn down. “Hey Michelle” A voice greeted her. Turning around Michelle could see Ellie struggling to fasten the small apron around her back. The thin and clearly too small to be functional design not hiding anything, but apparently it cleared the food hygiene regulations. In some ways she felt a little Jealous of the three of four girls that got to wear them, although from her understanding the pay wasn’t as good. “What’s up with Sandra?” Michelle asked her friend, walking behind her to help tie the thin strip of fabric behind her back. “Thanks. No idea, just know she called this emergency meeting this morning. Didn’t you get your text’s from her?” The shorter girl asking. “I…uh, may have ignored them. I thought she was just going to be complaining about me being late again.” Michelle responded, finishing tying up the bow for her friend. “Yeah well she probably was. you really should be more careful with that. You know how strict she can be, its just a good job you bring in a lot of tips.” Ellie said as Michelle started to strip out of her clothes for her shift. Her dark skin, long shinning hair and toned athletes’ body being revealed slowly. When she had gotten accepted into university she had never thought she would end up working somewhere like this, but at least her hard work on the track was paying for it in more than one way. “Can I have your attention please girls” their boss Sandra shouted unnecessarily loudly for the small room they were in, the group of a dozen or so women turning to look at her. “So I have some bad news, there is a burst water main on the High-street and while repairs are ongoing, we do not have any water since the whole area has been turned off.” A series of murmurs went through the crowd, how could they open without water to offer customers, or clean anything. “Now, luckily I managed to get a large supply of water from the Wholesaler this morning which has just been delivered. So we have plenty to offer guests should they need it and for you guys as well. Also, as some of you will know the system for our washing stations run off its own water supply, it should contain enough to last the day but please take care not to waste any.” She said, her eyes scanning the group, staring intently at each of them. “Unfortunately, this lack of water does affect our toilets and coffee machine, but I don’t think we should have a problem. We have instant coffee that we can serve by filling the hot water machine manually with bottled water.” “What about the toilets, where do we go?” A voice asked nervously. Michelle recognised that voice as her friend Sophie, she didn’t know she was working this shift. Maybe she had switched with someone, something she might regret doing if the toilets were out. She was well known for being a frequent peer, the short black haired woman seemingly cursed with a small bladder. Normally it wouldn’t be too much of an issue, Michelle had many times covered for her tattooed friend as she dashed to the ladies room. But she had a feeling today wouldn’t be that easy. “I was getting to that” Sandra said, a displeased look on her face from being interrupted. “Now im afraid, there are no facilities available to use here, and all the other businesses around us are also closed for the day. So you are just going to have to hold it.” “For the whole day?” Sophie asked nervously. “Yes. And on that note, the customers. Since we are an establishment that has a liquor licence we must legally offer our patrons the use of facilities or be shut down. As such, I also spent the morning acquiring these to help in that matter” Sandra said, holding up a number of clear plastic tubes. “These are Catheters…” “You can’t be serious” Michelle couldn’t help but blurt out at the absurdity of what her boss was suggesting. “I am very much serious Michelle. You all know how much we have been struggling to draw in customers these days, this is the perfect chance to do just that. With all of the others establishments closed we are sure to pick up any stragglers and im sure once they experience our wonderful hospitality they will be back.” “So, we aren’t able to pee ourselves and you want us to let the customers relieve themselves in us?” Another of the waitresses asked in a similarly shocked tone. “Exactly” Sandra said, clearly not picking up on the disbelief of the previous statement. “You can’t be serious” Sophie said, repeating Michelle’s earlier sentiment. “Look, I know this is a little unusual. But I really think this will be good for us, and to that end and as a show of good faith I am offering triple overtime to you all.” A number of the women exchanged glances with that last comment, that was a lot of money for one days work. Their already generous pay check becoming absurdly large with that bonus, they could be making what someone on a minimum wage made in a month, just by holding their pee for 10 hours. They could do that right, it wouldn’t be too bad? At that moment their worry an inhibitions about such a strange things were almost instantly overcome by thoughts of new cars or holidays. “Well I’m in.” a voice interrupted their day dreams, it was Lola. The petite brunette picking up her notepad and seemingly getting ready for the day, unaffected by the odd bathroom measures. But it was no surprise to any of them that she would be the most comfortable with this, despite her tiny stature she never seemed to need to pee while guzzling down bottle after bottle of water. Michelle had found herself gagging for a bathroom break on only her second day of work, it was Lola that had covered for her at the time. Quickly refusing when she offered to repay the favour, even claiming that she only ever used the toilet at her home. A claim that Michelle had doubted at the time but she hadn’t been proven wrong yet, although she was sure today would test that. “One last thing, if any of you dare to pee yourselves or someone at the table you are working does It’ll be coming out of your wages, and you can kiss the overtime goodbye too.” Sandra finished, obviously pleased as a couple of worried glasses were exchanged between the waitresses. But with the first person agreeing, it seemed the others felt more assured and quickly followed suit. All but Michelle and Sophie had now left to get back to work. “Are you…are you going to do this too?” Sophie asked nervously. “Yeah, I mean with my college fees this could really help.” “Yeah, Im behind on my rent, I just…I don’t know if I will be able to last the full day without peeing.” Sophie said, blushing deeply. It was no secret she peed frequently, but it was still embarrassing to admit as much. “Look, if it gets too much im sure we can find some way of helping. I mean we can all share it out between us right?.” Michelle responded, although she herself wasn’t too keen on the idea of holding her pee all day. She considered herself to have a pretty large bladder but she couldn’t imagine what it was going to be like later. “Ok. Thanks Michelle.” Walking back out into the main room she could see Sandra unlocking the main doors. The young blonde woman she noticed earlier still stood outside, looking towards to road as an older gentleman walking into the place past her. “You alright Rob, you want the regular?” Michelle asked. “Yes please darlin, two…” “Two sugars, dash of milk and a slice of Apple pie with no cream” She finished his order, smiling at the familiarity. Chuckling slightly he grabbed a stool at the counter, “Look, by the time you get to my age you know what you like” “You ok with instant coffee, machine’s out today?” “Oh yeah, its all the same to me. But if you need someone to come have a look at it, I can call my son and ask him to have a look?” “Ah, no it’s the water main in the street. Machine is fine.” Michelle said smiling again, Rob was definitely her favourite customer. Never ogling her or the others or making comments, he just seemed to act as if it was a regular café, not one filled with beautiful naked women. She had asked him about it once, but he just made some joke about giving his heart a work out to make sure it keeps ticking. “Here you go” Michelle said, sitting down the slightly larger than average slice of pie and the steaming cup of coffee. Hearing the bell above the door ding she looked up to see the young blonde girl walking in, choosing a booth near the large windows facing the road. Looking around Michelle could see a number of other waitresses standing around nervously. Clearly the ultimatum of losing the overtime was making them nervous about accepting tables this early in the day. Sighing deeply she could see how today would go, but she grabbed her notebook and made her way over. “Hi, can I get you anything?” “Oh…um no im ok thanks” “Sure thing, Im sorry to ask this but do you have any id? This place is 18+ only” “Oh…uh yeah, here you go” she said, handing over a student id. “Thank you, sorry about that” “Its no prob..” “Why hello there beautiful” Came a snide remark from another patron sliding into the booth opposite the young woman. “I love this place” he added, giving Michelle a once over with his eyes and raising them suggestively. “Excuse me I think this booth is taken” She started, Michelle instantly recognising the customer. He had been in and almost banned a number of times, but he seemed to just think it was part of their game. Just the thought of him trying to schmooze or flirt with the young woman made her skin crawl. If she had any, she was sure the hairs on her arms would have stood up. “No…its ok.” The blonde-haired woman responded to Michelle’s surprise. It seemed that somehow the two of them knew each other. “You heard her, now get us a couple of beers would you love” He said, despite it being 9am. “Sure thing” Creep, she added in her head walking away. Without looking Michelle knew the man would be staring at her ass, what she wouldn’t give to ram something preferably large up his smarmy backside. Over the next couple of hours, it seemed Sandra had been right about the other closures being bad for business. The typical handful of patrons had turned into a couple of dozen, although thankfully very few stayed for long which was making the other waitresses more relaxed about the whole thing. Michelle had been keeping an eye on the table near the window, serving a number of beers to the pair as they sat talking. Whatever was happening the man clearly wasn’t happy about it, the blonde now sitting rigidly with her back up against the booth. Watching she saw him reach out and grab the woman’s hand that was resting on the table, only for her to pull it away and shift in her seat. “Ok that’s it” she said to Lola, currently stood next to her and totalling a bill for one of her own tables. Walking over quickly Michelle was tempted to just throw him out. Although she cursed the fact he hadn’t technically done anything against the rules, she was sure the place could do without his business today. “Is this man bothering you?” She asked, interrupting the pair. “Excuse me!” he shouted loudly, turning to look at Michelle and for the first time her face. “I can make him leave if he is” She added, looking him dead in the eyes and wishing he would give her an excuse. “No….its….he’s my dad” the young woman stammered. Now it was making sense, although why anyone would let this guy near them was another thing she couldn’t help but wonder. “Oh ok…im sorry, its just it looked like he wa….” “What the actual fuck is happening over there?” The man shouted loudly, his gaze going past her. Following his eyes a couple of booths over she was surprised to see Lola hooked up to a rather red faced and squirming woman. She was clearly needing to pee pretty badly, but after a moment the customers face became more relaxed as a clear liquid rushed through the plastic tubing connecting her to Lola. On the other side a slight look of discomfort was clear on Lola, a strange gaze frozen on her face for several seconds. “What kind of freak show are you running here today?” The man at her booth shouted at her. “I….The toilets are out of order for today due to a burst water main. So to comply with state regulations and stay open we still need to offer our patrons somewhere to…relieve themselves.” “So that woman is pissing into your friend?” He said exasperated, his eyes now glued to the nake woman being filled a few booths over. “To put it crudely, yes” Michelle responded, she was going to have to get better at explain this. “Wait…” he said, a wicked smile across his face. “So you are telling me that if I want to relieve myself, I get the privilege of having one of you beauties handling my…” He stopped, nodding downwards to his genitals. “Yes you do, but I feel I should remind you that sexual harassment is not tolerated here” “Hey im happy with any harassment you might want to do…sexually” he interrupted. “and also, you are currently talking to someone who would have the privilege of inserting something inside it” She continued, hoping to put him off. But juging by the look on his face that wasn’t happening. “How do you know im not into that” He smiled. “Pervert” She couldn’t help it, it had just come out that time. “Excuse me im a customer, you cant talk to me like that!” “Sorry, if you would like me to get one I can have a go, but I must say im a bit of a klutz” Michelle said now revelling in the look of realisation crossing the mans face. The clear picture of what she might accidentally do to him coming to mind. “On second thought, I think I don’t need to go after all” He said, adjusting himself in his seat. “Good choice” Michelle added, walking away. It wasn’t totally true, the way the catheters were set up she wouldn’t need to insert anything. But he didn’t need to know that. “Excuse me can I get the bill please” A man asked as she walked back to the desk. “Yes, no problem.” Michelle replied, cleaning her mind of the previous customer and trying not to take it out on the young man asking. Thankfully, this wasn’t her table so that would give her a couple more moments to compose herself. “Hey Lacey, your table wants its bill.” She said to another member of staff, the slightly older but bustier woman nodding and heading in his direction. “Is Ned still being a jackass?” Lola asked next to her, storing the Catheter behind the desk. “Yeah, why do we let him in this place. He is such a creep” Michelle sighed. “Like we get anything else” She joked. “Hey, do you have the catheter thing Lola?” Lacey whispered having returned with the cash from the bill. “My guys have said they both need to go”. “Yeah sure, here you go.” Lola said, grabbing the tubing she had only just put away. “You know how to use it?” “Yeah, I had a girl ask earlier” Lacey replied, a faint wavier in her voice as she spoke before grabbing the tubing and going back to the two waiting men sat cross legged at the table. “Want me to take them?” Lola asked, pointing her head to a couple walking through the door, the small bell dinging. “Yeah sure, if you want too?” “More tables means more tips” Lola winked, picking up a pair of lunch menus and going to greet the new arrivals. “Excuse me” came another voice, looking up from the till it was the blonde haired woman from Neds table. He himself seemed to have disappeared out the door which was at least something to be thankful for. “Hi, how can I help. Was everything ok with your table?” “Yes it was thank you. i…I just wanted to apologise for him.” “Oh no he is in here all the time and trust me, its not you that should be apologising for him.” “Thank you, I still feel bad. I should have known this was a bad idea after he suggested this place” The woman responded. “Suggested this place?” Michelle asked confused, her elbows now resting on the desk. “Oh no sorry I didn’t mean anything by that. Its just you know, we haven’t seen each other in a few years and the first place he suggests to meet up is a place full of Naked women. I should have known he hadn’t changed.” “Don’t worry I get it. We attract a lot of people like him here. Its fine honestly.” She finished, pausing for a moment as the blonde stood there awkwardly. “Is there anything else I can help with?” “I….um, are the bathrooms still closed?” She asked nervously. Michelle noticing her tightly crossed legs for the first time, she was clearly desperate. “Unfortunately, they are.” “Oh ok” she said blushing. “But, im sure you have seen the uh…service we are offering today? And despite what I said to your Fr…Dad, we don’t actually have to insert anything.” “I…..is everywhere closed, maybe I can make it across the street?” “Sorry, it’s the whole town centre by the sounds of things.” “Ok, Im sorry but I think im going to have to go. I don’t really drink alcohol and its really making me need to pee. Plus I got up really early this morning and haven’t peed yet because I didn’t want to miss him.” She stammered out, apparently trying to rationalise or explain herself to Michelle and not make her think she was just taking advantage of her. “Its fine honestly” Michelle said again, her voice soft and calm in an attempt to put the young woman at ease, even though she had now started to bounce on the spot. Apparently admitting her need to someone else was making it much more real and harder to hide. Reaching under the counter Michelle pulled out her connecter. She hadn’t used it yet, but after a few seconds she managed to attach it to herself and connected the longer tube for the patrons. “How do we….?” The young girl asked, her jeans not offering any easy solutions without asking the woman to take them off in the middle of the busy building. “Follow me” Michelle said, beckoning her over to the women’s room. An out of order sign displayed on it, but the door still opened and the pair entered into the secluded spot. “Is this ok?” Michelle asked, turning around to see the girl hurriedly wrestling with her jean’s buttons, her face red and clearly far more desperate than she had let on out there. “I’ll take that as a yes.” “Im sorry, I just really need to go” “Its fine, here you go” she said handing over the other end of the pipe to the young woman. Taking the strange funnel device, she rammed it quickly between her legs and almost instantly liquid began flowing out of her and through the tube. Looking down Michelle watched it race along the clear plastic and disappearing into her. “Oh” Michelle exclaimed as her body suddenly tensed slightly, a strange warm feeling filling her lower body as the urine flowed between the two women. For more than 30 seconds it continued, with Michelle starting to feel her bladder and skin stretch, despite the customers small frame she sure could hold a lot in her bladder. A fact that was clearly written on her face which was far more relaxed. After another 20 seconds and couple of extra spurts the blonde ran dry. “Im really sorry about that, but I just couldn’t hold it” She said, handing the other end back to Michelle. “No…its ok”. The new liquid was sitting heavily in her bladder, the odd process of being filled through the catheter new to her mind and body. Suddenly the door opened, a pair of women bursting through it with a desperate look in their eyes. “Oh…im so sorry” One of them stuttered, turning their head while the other covered their eyes. The relieved blonde’s jeans still around her ankles. “We saw you guys coming in here and thought the bathrooms were fixed.” “Im sorry they are not.” “I cant hold it Beth, the younger of the two said, her hands buried in her crotch as she started to dance on the spot. “I know Lorry. Im sorry to ask this but can we…can we you know.” She said pointing at the tube currently still attached to Michelle. “I mean I think we are only supposed to take the people at our tables. Do you know who your waitress was. I can try and find her.” “She had purple hair and a nose piercing. “That’s Melody, I’ll go and find her.” “Im sorry, I don’t think I can wait that long” Lorry said, looking between her legs as a clear dark patch was spreading out from her crotch. The light brown material becoming much darker as she started to lose control. “Oh god, I stopped it. Please!” she begged. The patch around her crotch stopping about the size of an apple. Michelle knew the poor girl had no time to spare so against her best judgement she handed the other end of the funnel to the leaking woman. The dark patch of wetness slowly absorbing into the material of her trousers. “Oh thank you, thank you thank you OOOHHHH” she groaned loudly, her body convulsing. In a flash her trousers were around her ankles and the device was between her legs. A think stream escaping before it was fully in position and a few drops spilling onto the floor. A rush of her almost perfectly clear pee shot through the tube at some speed and Michelle felt it enter her stretching bladder. The second and more sudden influx causing her muscles to spasm, Michelle’s bladder twitching as it filled far faster than it was use too. Pursing her lips she tried not to show any discomfort to the customers, their needs were her duty to look after. After 30 seconds she was relieved to see the flow starting to slow, finally coming to an end with her bladder feeling much heavier and fuller than before. “Please Lorry, I need it too.” The other woman demanded, outstretching a hand to her friend, gratefully being given the end of the funnel still attached to Michelle. “No i….please” Michelle started but was interrupted as she felt her bladder being forced open once again. “Oooo” the woman squeaked again while ignoring Michelle’s pleading. “I was about to lose it too” She stammered, another heavy stream flowing down into Michelle’s bulging bladder. Closing her eyes Michelle did her best not to groan as the weight inside her seemed to increase instantly. The flow far slower than the last two, but now she was already so full it felt so much worse. A minute later Michelle was gritting her teeth, wondering if it would ever stop. Her bladder now protruding through her skin and easy to see on her toned and athletic body. A small pouch jutting out of her, now containing far more pee than she was use to holding. Eventually the flow stopped and the woman handed back the tube, evidently more relaxed. Pulling up their pants and opening the door the two of them turned to look at Michelle, who was in no place to follow them out at the moment. “Are you ok? They asked “yes, you go ahead.” Michelle responded, ignoring the confused glances as the walked out. As soon as the door closed Michelle had to double over, grunting she held her inflated bladder with both hands. Her bladder now holding hers plus three other bursting women’s contents, its was too much too quickly. Air hissed out from between her teeth as she clenched every muscles in her body not to loose control. Cupping her bladder with her hands she could feel the tendons and muscles shifting inside her. The sudden intake of so much liquid sending shockwaves through her body. Breathing deeply she calmed herself and her muscles managed to adapt to the new conditions. Standing up straight Michelle paused for a moment, before pushing the door open and leaving the out of order toilets. Spotting the curvy Purple haired waitress, a couple of booths over she made a b-line for her. “You owe me one” Michelle said exasperatedly after reaching her. “What?” Melody replied, calmly pouring a large bottle of water into a jug. The sound and visuals making Michelle lose her train of thought for a moment. “You owe me a table, I just took two of your clients for you?” “You took my clients?” Melody asked confused. “Yeah I took” Michelle said, indicating to her enlarged abdomen. “Holy shit, that’s a lot of pee” “Yeah I noticed.” She replied, a bead of sweat running down from her temple. “But you could have come and got me.” “She was literally wetting herself. You would have lost your pay.” “Oh thanks, you’re a life saver. What about next table that comes in I’ll take for you?” “What If they don’t pee?” “Well I cant control that, but fine. I will take the next table, if they don’t pee I’ll take another one.” “Ok thanks, that sounds fair.” Michelle agreed. “Sure no problem. But if its just one person I don’t want any take backs.” Melody stipulated. “I…fine, next customer to walk in is yours for me.” “Shake on it?” Melody asked, offering her hand. The pair shaking hands just as the door opened. A smile appeared on Michelle’s face as in walked a group of six guys all wearing football shirts. “Noooo” Melody said quietly, her hand suddenly limp in Michelle’s. “Hey, maybe they wont pee.” She added, before Melody grabbed a set of Menu’s. “I hate you, you know that” She said sticking her tongue out at Michelle before a smile appeared on Melody’s face as she turned to greet the new arrivals. Soon the customers were coming in thick and fast, a sports game at the local stadium was bringing a lot people to the area. Thankfully the speed of the work and turnover of customers was a needed distraction for the waitresses, many of whom now sported visible bulges in the abdomens. While most of the customers were leaving before making use of the bathroom services they were offering, it still left a couple of dozen to be shared out between the girls. “Mam, can I get the bill and use the tubes again please” A far too posh for this place woman asked. Her middle-aged knees knocking under the grey pencil skirt she was wearing. “Sure thing” Michelle responded, walking to get the catheter device again. “Isn’t that like 3 times she has gone into you?” Lacey asked, preemptively handing over the tube. “Yeah she has had like 8 coffees in the last two hours.” “That can’t be good for her” “Its not good for me, ill tell you that much” Michelle added, putting a hand on her even more bloated bladder. Although, thankfully it seemed the coffee addict ironically had a small bladder that she could easily contain. But given that it was still 6 hours till they closed, Michelle was starting to worry about her chances of making it home dry. Hopefully the place would be a bit quieter after lunch. Going back over the woman barely seemed to think about it before placing the device under herself and letting loose her bladders contents. Casually flicking over the next page of the newspaper she was reading, her legs apart and a stream flowing between her and Michelle who for her part was doing her best not to squirm as her full bladder was filled again. Seeing the tube run dry she made her way back to the desk slightly fuller than before. Passing the front door it swung open, a young couple entering and peering around slightly. Sighing Michelle knew she should probably take them since she was already here. “Hi, table for two?” “Um yes….what is….” The young woman said, pointing at the catheter tubing Michelle had forgotten she was holding. “Oh um…so with the bathrooms out of order we are offering a unique service of letting customers, well, relieve themselves into the wait staff.” The shocked expression now on their faces told her they were not a fan of that idea, the woman almost recoiling at the thought. “I think we will try somewhere else” The man said, putting his arm around the woman and leading her out. “You better not be loosing us customers Michelle.” A condescending tone came from behind her. “No Sandra, just explaining our bathroom situation was enough to do that.” “Well, maybe keep that to only the customers already in the place then.” She replied, a disapproving look on her face. “Sandra, im sorry” came an exacerbated groan from behind them both. Turning they could see Sophie almost doubled over, a slight bulge in her abdomen and crossed legs a sure sign of what she was about to say. “I cant hold it, Please, you have to let me pee.” “Sophie, there is nowhere to pee like I told you 30 minutes ago. You just have to hold it.” “Please” Sophie begged again, a tear rolling down her cheek. “We can only hold so much, we’re desperate here.” She said gesturing around the room. It was true, looking around them all their colleagues were all in various stages of desperation. Some were standing cross legged as they took orders, others boobed on the spot pouring drinks or even had a hand between their legs to keep themselves in control. Only Lola seemed to be comfortable. Despite a having possibly the largest bladder bulge she was acting as if everything was fine, a true workhorse. “Look, there is nowhere to go. I cant just let you all run out of here to find somewhere.” “Please, what about if I take my lunch break now. I can make it home and back, I wont be late I swear.” Sophie pleaded. “Well….” Their boss thought for a second, the sentiment clearly making sense to her. After all, what they did on their break was up to them as long as they were back in time. “Look, I cant let you go right now. We are in the middle of the lunch rush.” A small whimper escaped Sophie as her body shook from desperation. “But, I’ll see what I can do once it gets a bit quieter in here” “But…I don’t know how much longer I can hold this…im about to lose it.” “You better not loose it!” Sandra snapped, “Or you know what else you will be losing!” “I’ll try” Sophie said, walking hunched over back to the main desk. “That goes for you too” Sandra said, turning to point at Michelle before walking back towards the back office. “You know what I said earlier, I mean it now” Melody said from behind her, an arm coming past and grabbing the tubing Michelle was still holding. “Maybe they wont pee” She added mockingly. “What?” Michelle asked, confused. “We swapped tables remember. Four of the guys I took for you say they need to pee.” “Really! Are you going to be ok with that?” Michelle asked, genuinely concerned and feeling a little guilty about the position she had put her friend in. “Yeah, but if you want to take one of them then we can call it even at 3 each?” “Sure, but we are going to need to grab another tube.” “Why don’t you go over with this one, and I’ll get another one.” Melody suggested, handing back the tube. Walking up to the table she could already tell that one of them was far more desperate than the others. A hand currently deep in his pocket and probably holding it all in. “Hi, you guys need the bathroom?” “Yeah” The clearly desperate guy added, his other hand gripping the table as he rocked slightly in his seat. “Sorry, I didn’t realise everything was out around here” He added, unzipping his fly and taking the end of Michelle’s tube from her. The others looking on slightly enviously. Unlike the other times, no liquid flowed down the tubing. Looking up his face was bright red, he was clearly embarrassed or suffering from stage fright. His full bladder locked up despite his need and now permission to pee. “Im sorry, just give me a moment” he stammered, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “Sorry about that, you guys need to go too?” Melody asked, returning with a new catheter and a number of attachments for the single tube. Handing them out the each began to undo their trousers and place the devices between their legs like their friend. However, unlike their red faced friend streams quickly flowed along the tube and towards melody. The three streams converging in the slightly wider central tube and flowing into her friend. “Oh god” Melody whimpered slightly, the force and volume of the three-person pee taking her by surprise. After a few seconds she was clearly beginning to worry, a hand going down and resting on her bladder as she began to breath slightly more heavily. Looking at her Michelle could see the impact of taking 3 at a time taking its toll on the purple haired woman, her abdomen expanding before her eyes as her bladder and skin was forced to stretch out quickly. Apparently after seeing his friends pee, the embarrassed customer still connected to her got himself under control and relaxed enough to start his pee. The sudden warmth and tightness in her abdomen surprising Michelle for a moment and distracting her from Melody’s struggles. Despite the mans desperate appearance his stream soon died down after just 15 seconds, his pee still felling heavy in her abdomen but was nothing compared to how much she had already in there. Looking over at Melody again, her colleagues face was distorted by her rising discomfort. A slight sheen of sweat gathering on her face as her abdomen continued to bloat out massively, the other three guys still peeing into the growing woman. Melody now had a look of pure concentration on her face, biting her lips to keep the cries of discomfort in and not worry the customers. “OOooh” She gasped, her stretching bladder causing ripples of pain to shoot through her body. The bulge in her abdomen increasing for another 10 seconds until finally the three guys stopped peeing into her. A few drips of sweat rolling down her naked body as she stood rigidly trying not to empty herself out on the ground. “Christ” she whimpered, her whole body shaking for a moment. “Ohh my god!” A loud voice shouted, followed by an equally loud splattering noise that could be heard over the quiet conversations of the customers. The loud exclamation drawing the attention of the staff and customers alike. But it wasn’t the purple haired waitress emptying herself, it was the new girl Chloe. A few tables over the towering six-foot red head was clutching a catheter in one hand while her clearly distended bladder emptied itself onto the hard flooring. Her other hand pressed deeply between her legs as her pee raced between her fingers, flowing down her long slender legs and falling noisily onto the floor. The four women at her table recoiling back from the large puddle that was making its way towards them, droplets splashing up and against the red leather booth they were sat in. Even from where Michelle was she could see Chloe’s large bladder deflating as the puddle under her grew, the girl rooted to the spot with her eyes closed and cheeks burning. “What is going on here?” Came a loud shout, Sandra storming out of her office and into the main room. Swiftly walking up to Chloe as she pee’d and snatching the catheter from her while looking disapprovingly at the puddle spreading across her floor. “Well, looks like someone wont be getting paid today” she said, brandishing the catheter at the young woman. “You can stop at any time by the way” she added, scowling as Chloe continued to lose the battle with her bladder. “Im sorry….I cant” Chloe sobbed, tears streaming down her face. “You know what, your no good for me today. Just clean your mess up and go home.” Sandra said, walking back to her office and leaving the red headed woman sobbing as pee still streamed down her legs. “You have to help me” came a quiet whimper from beside Michelle, startling her slightly having been entirely wrapped up in Chloe’s accident. To her left was a clearly desperate Sophie, both hands jammed between her restless legs that moved constantly while she stood there. “Are you ok?” Michelle asked. “No….im, im about to piss myself like Chloe. I just cant hold it anymore!” She cried quietly, twisting her legs to press them tighter together. “I… I mean what do you want me to do?” Michelle responded, with the toilets out she didn’t have any ideas. “I don’t know” Sophie sobbed. “I was about to ask to go on lunch break again but I don’t think Sandra is in the best moods right now after well….” Sophie said, gesturing to Chloe who had just about stopped peeing at this point. A pair of small trails still making their way down her glistening legs. “Look maybe I can take some of your customers but….” How would she phrase this. “Im not sure that will help, can you make it another hour?” “An hour!” Sophie added, grimacing slightly as her body pulsed in desperation. “No….” she added meekly. “Wait, maybe Lola could help?” Sophie said, a little bit of life returning to her face. “What do you mean?” Michelle asked, confused by how anyone could help her hold it. “C’mon she is never desperate. Im sure she could handle a little bit of mine too” “I don’t know, she has had just as many customers if not more than us today.” “Im about to wet myself, please can you just go and ask. If she says no then I’ll try and hold but Im really struggling here.” “You want me to ask!?” “I, yeah. Look the less moving I do the better, unless you want another puddle?” “I’ll go find her.” Michelle rushed, realising just how close her friend was to loosing it all. Luckily she wasn’t hard to find, the tiny woman currently standing behind the desk. Approaching Michelle already knew what answer she was going to get, the giant bulge in her friends’ abdomen a clear sign she must be desperate. She felt sorry for Sophie, maybe Lola would have another idea to help. “Hey Lola.” “Need a catheter?” Lola asked back, holding up another tube and handing it to her as if it had become the most normal thing for them to do. “Maybe, Sophie is really struggling and I hate to ask but she was wondering if you would be able to help her? But don’t feel like you have too, I know that we all are….” “Yeah sure, no problem” Lola replied casually. “If you are sure?” “Yeah im doing fine, although we cant leave the desk unattended so she will have to come over here if she wants to do it. Everyone else is busy with a table.” The building was still full, with many of the lunch crowd having stayed longer than those in the morning. Around them the other waitresses were either taking orders or many of them were currently connected to relieved looking patrons. The bulges of their bladders becoming more prominent as they day wore on and more customers required their help. “Ok great.” Michelle finished, waving over a slow-moving Sophie. “Thank you so much Lola” Sophie stammered out as she got behind the desk, the two of them connecting their catheters to each other. “I just need to take the edge of, then I can wait till our break” Sophie said as her pee began to flow into the tube. The tenseness in her face disappearing as her body relaxed. “You may as well empty yourself out. Gives you more room for customers instead of having to do this again.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah, Im fine.” Lola said confidently, a smile on her face as if she wasn’t feeling anything at all despite the large bulge. “How are you fine” Sophie replied, far more relaxed as the pee left her straining bladder. “Ive had practice” Lola replied, seemingly unaffected by the new intake. “You have had practice of people peeing into you?” Michelle asked, raising an eyebrow. “Well no” Lola laughed. “But my parents were both big germaphobes, so I was only ever allowed to pee in our house. I kind of got use to it, plus its kind of a weird sense of achievement when you managed to hold longer than before.” “So you were brought up by Germaphobes and now you work at a restaurant, Naked?” Michelle joked. “Yeah, never really thought about it before. Do you think there is a connection?” “Well, given your parents attitudes towards piercings and tattoos I would say there is a strong chance its related” Sophie joked, indicating to the number of large tattoos covering her friends body. ”Like you can say anything” Lola shot back at Sophie. The blonde herself covered in large tattoos that she had thought would have stopped her getting this job to begin with. But it seemed that a lot of the customers were into the Punk look, the giant wonder woman logo tattooed on her chest getting a lot of attention from them. “You may have something there” Sophie smiled, her pee finally stopping as she ran dry. Despite the amount of it inside her, she had been surprised by how quick that had gone through her. Although given the pressure she was feeling in her bladder beforehand, it must have come out at some speed. Not that Lola seemed to notice. “What do you three think you are doing?” Came an annoyed voice. “I was just about to come and tell you Sophie that I was going to let you go on break but I guess you have already seen to that.” “Im sorry, I couldn’t hold it and didn’t want to make a mess.” “Well, your bladders were supposed to be for the customers, the customers come first after all. Lola and Sophie you should have been able to control yourself.” She said, crossing her arms. “So I guess that means the three of you don’t need a break then, I may as well let some of the others go on break.” “But I didn’t….” Michelle started. “You were already late today, so don’t bother.” Sandra interrupted. Michelle wanted to respond, but decided to bite her tongue or risk making things much worse for herself. She could already feel her muscles starting to ache inside her, the volume of liquid inside her bladder starting to test her limits. With half a day to go she didn’t need or want to take any risks. “Now go get the other girls.” With the waitresses quickly gathered at the front desk, many boobing slightly on the spot, their legs closed tightly. “Ok, so ill make this quick so you can get back to work. I understand some of you are feeling a little uncomfortable, so im going to let some of you have your lunch break so you can relieve yourselves if you want too. But im going to have to make sure we have enough to cover any customers. Since you are clearly comfortable enough to break the rules Sophie, Lola, Michelle you will be staying here as well as Lacey and Melody.” “Wait, but I really need to go” Lacey protested, a hand between her legs. “I’m sorry we need 5 of you here. So unless anyone wants to cover for you?” Sandra asked, but the others simply looked away or at the floor. Their own needs taking precedence over being a good friend. “But when they get back I will let you all do the same. Now just finish up your current tables and you can go.” A number of smiles and relieved faces filled the crowd, with the exception of the 5 being forced to stay behind. But it was just another hour, she could manage that Michelle told herself. “Hey lacy and Melody, I think your tables need you.” A call came over their shoulders as Ellie now dressed made her way hastily out of the building. Her jeans clearly undone due to her bladder being simply too large and sensitive for her to close them. A quiet whimper escaped Lacey as her body seemed to pulse from the bad news. “I’ll take them” Sophie said, making Lacey look up hopefully. But unfortunately for her, she wasn’t talking about her table but instead the group of three women that had just walked in. However, what was behind them was a little more troubling. A large group of 10 people, 8 men and two women were approaching the door, walking down the side of the building. “Don’t come in, don’t come in, don’t come in” Michelle whispered to herself, looking around and seeing Lola with another customer she knew this would be her table. Disappearing behind the large doors there was a moment where she thought that maybe they would just walk past, but then the doors open and their loud voices filled the building. “Shit” she said slightly louder than she had meant too. But there was nothing she could do, maybe if she didn’t mention it they wouldn’t try to use her as a toilet. Walking over she could see them laughing and joking by the wait here sign, their movements slightly off and seemingly looking around the room for something. “Hi guys, table for 10?” She asked. “Yeah that would be great Love.” The first man replied, constantly glancing at her naked breasts as he spoke. “Sure right this way” Michelle replied, rolling her eyes as she faced away from them. “Can we get 10 of your largest beers darlin’” Another of them asked as they seemed to gingerly slide into the booth. “Oh god, I don’t know if I can handle another one.” A black-haired woman remarked, chewing on her lip piercing slightly. Clearly nervous about something. “Sure, I’ll be right back with them.” Michelle added, starting to worry where this was going. If she was forced to take in these 10 people, she would be tempted to quit on the spot. Walking back up to the bar she noticed Lacey handing off a tube to Sophie instead of returning it. The small woman heading off to the table she had just brought in, the three women craning their necks and knees Knocking under the table as they waited. The lack of restrooms nearby was clearly affecting a lot of people today. “Hey, Lola can you help be take these to booth 14?” Michelle asked, placing the last pint on the two trays. As the pair of them made their way over they could see several of the group glancing at them and whispering to each other. What the hell are they up too Michelle worriedly pondered to herself. Placing the trays on the table she and Lola began handing them out, their eyes meeting for a moment and conveying their confusion about the behaviour of this group. “So um…” here it comes, Michelle knew something stupid was about to happen, probably a pick up line or something. “Which of you has the smallest bladder?” “Excuse me?” Michelle asked, confused and slightly offended by the intimate question out of nowhere. “You know, out of you girls. Which one pees the most?” He asked more excitedly this time, leaning closer to her. “I don’t think we have to tell you that” Lola said, crossing her arms against her chest. “I mean you guys are still offering the toilet services right” He added, raising his eyebrows suggestively. How the hell did he know about that? “Yes we are” Michelle replied. “Ok, well I would like to know who has the smallest bladder?”. “And like my colleague said, I don’t think we have to tell you that.” it was Michelle’s turn to cross her arms “Well, I think you do and I guess I would like to speak to your manager then. Unless, you would like me to make a mess on your floor.” “C’mon Kurt just leave it. I really need to go” The woman responded, her legs jiggling under the table. “No, no, I’d like to see a manager.” He said, louder and more forcefully this time. “I’ll go get her” Lola gave in, not wanting to get involved in a shouting match and stopping before Michelle did. A few moments later she returned with an annoyed looking Sandra behind her. “What seems to be the problem here?” She asked, looking accusingly at Michelle and not the customer. “Your staff member is refusing to answer my question, I simply asked which of your servers has the smallest bladder and they got all defensive on me.” Kurt said, leaning back in his chair. “So…why didn’t you tell the customer what he wanted to know?” “Because its private information and seemed a little sexual in nature, which we don’t tolerate.” “Hey you don’t have to tell me the rules, I made them.” Sandra responded. “It would be private but today its part of the service we are offering. I told you this morning to walk away if you wanted too, its too late now.” “Sorry about this.” She said, turning and smiling at Kurt. “I think it would probably be Sophie, she is one of only two to have relieved themselves today.” Sandra added condescendingly. “Why are you telling them that?” Michelle said, shocked by the revealing of such personal information from her boss. “They are the customer” Sandra responded matter of factually. “Yeah but…” “Look, I have a lot of work to do so if you can just not have any more arguments with the customers and get back to work please.” Their boss finished, turning and walking back to her office, stopping to point Sophie in the tables direction. A worried look on her face and a clear bulge back in her abdomen despite having released herself fully into Lola just a little while earlier. “Hey, Sandra said one of you wants to pee?” She asked. “No love, we all do” He responded, the group grinning and enjoying the look of horror on the small woman’s face. “But….I….There is no way I can hold 10, I’ve already got 3 in me.” Sophie whimpered. “Look, im sorry I think its dangerous if you all go into her.” Michelle said, trying to protect her friend from either hurting herself or disgracing herself. “That’s not what your boss says” Kurt said still grinning. “I think they might be right, just look at her. She cant hold all these, wouldn’t it be better to spread them out anyway.” The black-haired woman asked, her legs still jiggling under the table. “No, I want one. Now give me the tube I need to relieve myself.” He said holding his hand out. Reluctantly Michelle had no other choice but to hand it over, Sophie had emptied herself into Lola not long ago, she could hold this hopefully. Maybe they wouldn’t all need to go, or at least have small bladders. But going off the shuffling that was going on around the table, that first point was clearly not true. Sophie was looking even more nervous now, her legs already pressed tightly together before she accepted any more pee. She shuddered as Lola connected four pipes to hers and handed them to the customers, the clearly desperate woman for some reason refusing it. Maybe at least one of their group had some sort of empathy. Holding the devices inside their pants the four men smiled, locking eyes with Sophie as she nervously bit her thumb nail, waiting for the inevitable discomfort that would be coming her way. “Ned sends his regards” Kurt sneered, a wicked smile on his face as the four of them began to pee at some speed. The light-yellow liquid gurgling and rushing its way through the four connectors until meeting in the central pipe and forming a single torrent of fluid that rushed towards Sophie's already full bladder. “Oooooh!” Sophie groaned loudly, the rush of pee battering against her bladder and started filling it past its capacity. Her hands fell to her thighs as she doubled over, the pressure inside her unimaginable. Looking down her bladder was ballooning out faster than she thought was even possible, her stomach expanding as the four bursting bladders gleefully filled poor Sophie. Baring down on their muscles they were forcing their pee into her at a tremendous pace, watching intently as she started to squirm in front of them. Her skin stretching tighter as they inflated her with the contents of their purposefully brimming bladders. They had spent the afternoon drinking as much as possible for this moment, the 10 of them receiving texts about this place from a pissed off Ned a few hours earlier. Since then they had met up in the car park downing bottle after bottle of water or beer for this exact reason, to pump these ungrateful women as full as possible. “God” Sophie breathed heavily, groaning as the four bladders connected to hers continued to push their contents into her, the bulge in her abdomen becoming large and larger by the second. Finally and almost instantly the first stream died off, then the second until had stopped. Only 20 seconds had passed, the customers red faced with the effort of squeezing out their bladders contents as swiftly as possible. The wicked grins still written across their face as Sophie staggered to the side, her hands clutching her heavily distended abdomen. Breathing heavily through her nose the effort of containing such a load was taking its toll. “Alright, next guys are up” Kurt said, extracting the tube from his pants and holding it up for whomever wanted it next. “I think she is about to blow” One of the cheered as Sophie let out a guttural moan. Her head stooped and looking at the floor. Her chest heaving as she battled painful spasms and screaming muscles that had been stretched further than she could ever remember. She had never had this much pee in her before, the mass of hot liquid pressing out of her taught skin. The pressure was immense, almost too much for her brain to handle as black spots started to appear in her eyes. Stumbling again she reached a hand out for the edge of a nearby booth, only for Michelle to grab it and help guide her to where she could lean against it. “Come on, some of us still have to go!” One of the people around the table shouted. “She has had enough” Lola said, grabbing the connector from the tube dangling between Sophie's trembling legs and attaching it to herself. “But I’ll be more than happy to handle it.” “Handle it, you wish” One of them retorted “I’ve been holding this all day and I’m sure it’s too much for someone as small as you.” He said grabbing a connector along with 5 of the others, the black haired woman the only one to refuse again. This time it was Lola’s turn to grunt as the five streams started, her already substantially bloated bladder expanding even more. The giant bulge pushing further and further out of her, a hiss of air escaping between her pursed lips as spasm after spasm rocked her body. After 10 seconds her quivering bladder seemed to take on a life of its own, the volume entering It causing even the top of her abdomen to grow. The tightening skin pulling up her bulge as it continued to grow to truly monstrous proportions. The five tormentors looking on with glee as the petite girl expanded with their pee. Next to her Michelle was still trying to help Sophie in her own battle, pulses still racing through her body after being filled more than she had ever been in her entire life. Groaning and clutching herself it was clear she couldn’t last long like this. “Hey guys I need” Lacey started, rushing up behind them. “Sorry, we are in the middle of something” Michelle replied, too busy watching Sophie. She had to do something, or her friend would definitely not make it another minute let alone until the other waitresses got back. Sweat was rolling down her quaking body, Sophie's eyes still closed as she did her best to control herself. “Sophie, use me. I can take a bit.” Michelle said calmly, she wasn’t sure how true that was but she had to do something.” “But I…” Lacey started behind them. “What?” Michelle asked slightly annoyed, couldn’t she see they were in trouble already. But as she turned around she could see Lacey herself was in trouble, a substantial bulge forcing its way out her body. Her curly dark blonde hair sticking to her clammy skin, then with a final shudder she groaned as a highly pressurised stream started to fall between her shaking legs. The clear liquid wrapping around her legs and spilling onto the floor as Lacey’s hands shot up to her face to hide her shame. “Fuckkkk” she groaned, despite the embarrassment the release was pure pleasure, customer after customer filling until she just couldn’t hold it one second more. She had been about to ask Lola to help her, just as she had done Sophie but now it was too late. “Drink and a show!” A couple of the customers now watching Lacey piss herself cheered, clinking their glasses together. “Another Round, we can do this all day!” Kurt shouted, making Michelle shudder. She was sure the lot of them would like nothing more than to spend all day here filling them all up as much and as frequently as possible until none of them remained dry. “Dirty bitch cant control herself” He chastised Lacey, pulling a phone out and seemingly going to take a photo or video of her accident. Finally! Michelle thought to herself, something she could kick these guys out for. Forcibly grabbing the phone from his hand she stopped and deleted the recording, with half a mind to throw it at him. “Hey, that’s my phone” He shouted. “Yeah and we have a strict no phone policy. If we see one we usually ask people to put them away but given that you were actually recording her which is an offense, im going to have to ask you all to leave.” “What a joke” He said, standing angrily. “Let go guys we can find somewhere else. Enjoy our deposit” he said loudly, leaning over to say it in Sophies ear as he passed her. Swinging the door open the group started to file out, giving the girls glares of distain despite what they were clearly trying to do to them. Soon only the desperate woman was left sitting at their booth. “Im sorry, if I move I think I might loose it” she said, a slight grimace on her face which was reddening by the second. “Its ok, you weren’t part of the problem. If you can hang on for a moment longer I can see if we can do something to help.” Getting a nod from her, Michele’s attention returned to Sophie, a few drops of pee rolling down her bare thighs. She was losing it, wait! Turning she looked at Lacey who had just finished emptying herself on the floor. The large puddle expanding still as it worked its way across the even floor. “Lacey, I need your help.” “Oh god that feels so much better, I don’t even care. What do you need?” “I need you to take in some of what Sophie has in her.” “Wait what! I’ve only just emptied myself im not sure I can handle doing it again. My muscles are too tired.” “Look, you don’t have to take all of it, just enough so Sophie isn’t like this. Plus, Sandra hasn’t seen this yet so if you do this for me Ill go grab something to clean up this mess before you lose your overtime.” Lacey looked around for a few moments, the relatively empty restaurant was quiet now the loud group had left. Just 4 other tables, she could do this. Nodding Lacey grabbed the tubing and Michelle went to grab a bucket and mop. Somehow the ruse worked and a couple of minutes later she was emptying the slightly acrid smelling water down the drain in the ladies room. Sandra hadn’t seen, so she didn’t need to know. Returning to the table she could see Sophie and Lacey once again struggling with the bladders, Lola having returned to the desk. “How are you feeling”. “A bit better, thanks Lacey. Although….I really don’t think I can hold even this much.” “Do you think you can take more?” Michelle asked Lacey who was rubbing her own bladder with one hand. A small bulge present again in her stomach. “Maybe later, but I don’t think I can at the moment. My muscles are still on fire down there, im sorry.” “No its ok, thank you!” Michelle replied earnestly, she had been a little harsh on her earlier but hopefully Lacey knew it was just from the panic of the situation. “Oh god” Sophie whimpered as she squirmed again, her bladder still easy to see in its bloated form despite what ever she had put into Lacey. “Do…Do you think Lola could help again?” she whispered to Michelle. “I maybe, I didn’t really see her after being filled up by those guys but I imagine she must be pretty full. But we can go ask her and maybe we can share it out between a few of us.” “Yeah…that would be good” Sophie concluded, doubled over she carefully walked to the desk where Lola was stood, her hands cupping her bladder. “Um…Excuse me?” The black-haired woman at the table asked, her hands now firmly between her legs. “Sorry, can you wait like 2 more minutes and someone will be right with you” Michelle asked, aware how she must be feeling. “Um…I’ll try.” Passing the slow moving Sophie, Michelle went ahead to ask Lola about being used again, but as she rounded the corner of the desk something caught her eye. “Holy fuck” She almost shouted. Lola’s short stature had hidden the true extent of her bladder behind the tall desk, but now coming around it was impossible not to see it. The tiny woman looked more than 9 months pregnant, her bladder pushing inches out of her and more than doubling her waistline. It was a good job they were naked, otherwise there was no way her clothes would have fit around her monstrously bloated bladder. “Yeah it’s a lot, its definitely more than I’ve ever held before” Lola said, a look of pain overcoming her for a moment as something indie her spasmed. “How are you not exploding right now” “Well, I cant lie its getting hard now. But its always good to test your limits” She said, a forced and pained smile on her face. “Holy fuck” Came a cry from Sophie who had just caught up with them and was now seeing the same rotund mass perilously pushing out of Lola. “How is it even possible for one person to hold that much?” “I guess, bladders can stretch a lot. People just don’t push themselves as much as I have to know where the limits are.” Lola said calmly. “Well its bloody impressive…Do…Do you think I could do that one day?” Sophie asked, getting a strange look from Michelle and Lola. “What do you mean?” Lola asked, confused. “Like, get better at holding. Im sick of being the one to always having to rush off to pee. It would be nice ” “Sure I guess…just don’t hurt yourself.” Lola said, the others aware of the irony given just how much Lola was currently holding. There was no way that was normal. The other part of it was something Sophie didn’t want to admit. On the walk over she had felt something inside her, the weight of her bladder pressing on something, a part of her that was causing pleasure to radiate around her body with every step. She had never felt anything like it before, It was strangely addictive in a way. Shuffling again she felt her bladder pulse with pain and then with pleasure, causing her purse her lips. “Are you ok Sophie” Michelle asked “I…oh yeah im good, I want to try and hold it.” Sophie stammered, blushing madly and feeling embarrassed about almost being caught enjoying this. Noticing a hand waving from across the room Michelle swore in her head, she had forgotten about that woman again. Could she handle another bladder, if she did she was sure that never mind Sophie but she herself would be near breaking point. Her bloated bladder was already causing the occasional spasm and peak of discomfort, but looking around she couldn’t help but realise she was probably in the best position of any of them. Grabbing the tube she walked over, the womans face becoming more relaxed after spotting the equipment in her hand. “Sorry about that, your friends did a number on a couple of my friends.” Michelle admitted. “Yeah I can see that, im really sorry” she replied, jiggling furiously on the spot. “Not your fault, but I can let you pee if you want too?” “Into you?” She asked, clearly concerned about something. “If that’s ok?” Michelle added, wondering what the look was for. “Its just, you look pretty full and I mean, ive got a pretty big bladder” “But you seem to…” Yeah I know I look desperate, those guys I was with also know I have a big bladder. They kept forcing me to drink more and more, I think I must have had more than a gallon of water by the time we arrived, plus a few beers. So Im really dying, but I don’t want to cause any more issues for you guys.” “No its ok, its our job and I appreciate you trying.” “If you are sure, is there no one more empty than you?” The woman asked, the complete opposite of the purpose her group had come here with. “I don’t know…” But Michelle was interrupted by the front door opening again. “Oh thank god” she said, recognising Trudy returning from her lunch break. “Trudy!” she shouted, waving her over. “I need you to take this customer” “Bit I’ve only just got back Michelle.” She pleaded. “I’ll take that sift you wanted to swap next week” “Ok fine” Trudy said, taking off her clothes in the middle of the room and making a bit of a scene. Thankfully there were just 2 other tables, Melody having finished up with another of hers. Helping connect the tubes and handing one to the squirming woman Michelle watched a powerful burst flow into the tube. She hadn’t been lying about needing to go. A look of relief washing over her face. “Oooohh, I forgot how this felt.” Trudy complained. The flow continuing 30 seconds later as Michelle witnessed her friend’s bladder starting to really bloat out of her. “Holy fuck how much have you got in you” Trudy grunted, only getting a slight whimper from the woman in response. 5 more seconds, then 10, 15 seconds passed as the flow continued. “How can one woman hold so much!” Trudy all but shouted as her bladder continued to swell inside her. Another 10 seconds and she couldn’t handle the insurmountable pressure building inside her. Pain and muscles spams rocketing through her, being filled so quickly was destroying her ability to control it. “Oh god im going to burst, you have to stop.” Trudy cried “Im sorry im trying!” The customer said, grunting. “Try harder!” “I’ve been holding it in all day and I’ve had so much to drink” The woman pleaded. But finally, after another few seconds the stream stopped. “Holy fuck, Holy fuck, Holy fuck” Trudy stammered, her eyes wide and both hands between her legs. “what the fuck was that, im worse off than when I went on break!” She winced, a powerful wave squeezing her bladder. “Im sorry” The woman said, her hands still between her crotch and gurning slightly. “I’ve got to go”, she said, standing up out the door. Running along the windows she suddenly stopped just a few feet from the building. Her legs crossing and bending over, she was clearly still battling her own bladder. Then after a few moments they watched as her black jeans started darkening even more, light reflecting from streams of pee that were soaking through the heavy fabric. A puddle rapidly spreading from her on the pavement as she continued to piss herself. The quantity of drinks she was forced to drink, combined with only a partial pee, weakening her control too much. “I cant hold this” Trudy whimpered, dancing on the spot. “I’ve got to go again.” She continued, grabbing her dress and throwing it back on before rushing out of the door and past the still peeing customer. Michelle didn’t know what her plan was, where could she possibly be going. But picking up her friend’s things including Trudy’s underwear, she bundled them up and went to hide them behind the desk. Sandra hadn’t seen her yet so she might get away with her thinking it was still her lunch break. She definitely owed her that much, there was no way she could have taken that woman’s bladder. Especially if only a partial pee had that much impact on a completely empty one. “I swear if those guys don’t get back soon im going to piss myself like Lacey” Melody said, the group now together behind the main desk. For the first time that day the whole place was empty, the last table thankfully for Sophie not asking to use the facilities before leaving. Looking over at the slightly wider set woman, Michelle could see the large bulge pressing out of Melody. Her bladder like Michelle’s own filled by multiple customers and denied any relief. Now only them and the ever-expanding Lola were left having had no relief all day. Their friends losing control or in Sophies case using Lola. “You can use me if you want too?” Lola offered to Melody, despite the fact she was now clearly sweating and breathing heavily. The weight of her bladder wreaking havoc with her body, yet still she offered to hold more for these guys. “What no! The amount I have in me would be too much for even you at this point. I can hold it.” The purple haired waitress said confidently. Although she wasn’t too sure, her body similarly reacting to the intense need to pee she felt. The effort causing sweat to build on her brow, the purple dye in her hair coming off and turning the roots of her hair a light shade of pink. Thankfully they didn’t have to wait long as just after half past 3 the other waitresses started to walk back in. Their lunch time over and looking far more relieved, they strolled back in to see the remaining 5 bobbing and dancing in desperation. All marvelling at the size of Lola as she still somehow contained the vast ocean of pee from more than a dozen people. “Thank god they are back, I was like 5 minutes from weeing myself” Melody said again, the relief easy to hear in her voice. “Should we go ask Sandra?” Sophie said, her own need quite substantial at this point. “Ask Sandra what?” Came the voice of their boss, despite wearing shoes they swore she somehow moved around silently. “The place is empty and I…We, would really use a break.” Said Michelle, the others nodding in agreement. “Well I suppose since the place is empty I cant see any reason why no…” The sentence was interrupted as the front door swung open, loudly hitting the door stop. “I need a bathroom” A woman yelled, a hand in her crotch. But that wasn’t what got the attention of the waitresses. Outside a storm of red and white striped shirts was swirling around the building, the game in the stadium ending and sending hundreds of fans their way. “No, No, No, No!” Melody shouted, seeing where this was going. As they watched a line formed, quickly stretching out of the door and around the side of the building. Pee dances filled the streets as people waited, not to use the restaurant for what it was designed for but just to pee into them. Apparently there had been no restrooms at the match, now two hours later the supporters were bursting and looking for a way to release themselves of the burden of their bladders. “We cant take this many, its insane!” Melody stated, turning to look at Sandra. “If you want your pay you better take them, as long as they buy something.” Their boss said, walking towards the line. “You cant be serious, there must be like 100 of them.” Michelle said following her closely. “Better get started then. Look, the sooner you deal with them the sooner you can go on break” “Only paying customers” Sandra said loudly to those waiting. “Oh god, ill buy whatever you want. Please just help me” The brunette at the front pleaded with Michelle. “Im holding 6 already, plus my own. I cant take this!” Melody said loudly as Sandra walked away. “I…Ok come with me” Michelle gave in, the pleading and desperate eyes of the woman winning her over. “You….oh my god.” Melody whimpered, giving in to the fact that this was happening, despite her already bulging bladder she would just have to suck it up and take more. “OK, you” she said pointing at a random guy second in the line. “You buying something?” Getting a nod she sighed heavily. “Fine, come this way.” Sitting her customer in the booth Michelle prepared herself, the wild fidgeting of the customer doing nothing for her need. “What can I get you?” she asked. “I, I just need to pee” The woman stammered back. “Im afraid we are only offering it to paying customers, once you order something, I can help you.” Michelle replied calmly, she hated the fact that it had crossed her mind but the longer she took with each customer the less she would have to deal with. But given there were now 8 empty bladders to use, she figured it was only fair. “I’ll have a coffee then” “Ok great. Now take this” she said handing the woman the end of the catheter. “Put that under yourself and then feel free to let go.” Hastily the woman quickly undid her jeans, her light blue panties already displaying a small wet spot from where she had started to leak. Moving her panties to the side rather than pulling them down a river or pee raced out of her, the customer moaning in relief. Michelle’s face straining as she felt another bladders contents being forced into her own. The skin around her mid-section feeling tighter and ripples of what felt like static shocks starting to race across her taught skin. “Ooooh” she breathed out heavily. “Im sorry, I thought there would be toilets at the stadium but they were closed. I’ve been waiting hours, I would have tried to get back home but its like an hour on the bus and I just know I wouldn’t have made it.” “Its alright” Michelle said, forcing a smile on her face. Soon the building was filled with the moans and groans of the waitresses, many of them hooked up to multiple desperate customers from a line that seemed endless. The sports fans spilling into their establishment and pushing their bladders contents into the tortured women working here. One customer soon became two and then three for Michelle as she felt her body trembling under her demands. The size of her bladder increasing dramatically with each customer that continued to flood into the place. A guttural scream filled the room, “I cant take it” Melody shouted, her whole body shuddering as it seemed to be coming apart at the seams. Her giant bladder currently being filled ruthlessly by 5 men at the same time. Their strong streams flowing down the tubs at some pace into the writhing and grunting purple haired woman. Her face covered in a pained expression as her hands held onto her expanding bladder, trying to hold it together. But it was no use, with a final pained scream it was just too much for her. “I Caaaan’t Hold it” she yelled, a hand reaching down and pulling out the Catheter just as the five guys finished filling her. Almost instantly she exploded, her pent-up piss flying in all directions as her massive bladder emptied itself. The strongest stream of pee any of them had ever seen erupting out of her tortured body, a dozen bladders worth of contents streaming out of her. The relief making her go light headed as she sank onto the cold floor, her legs wide open and the stream arching out of her and racing its way across the floor. A giant puddle starting to form around the sitting woman, apparently to far gone to care about what was happening. She had been pushed far beyond her limit and had reached a physical barrier that she just couldn’t overcome. The litres and hours’ worth of pee spilling out of her at speed. Even after 30 seconds the bulge in her abdomen refused to disappear, however the sight was too much for a number of those in the line. Three women and a man losing control of their bladders. Dark streaks forming on their trousers as they desperately lost the fight for their dignity. Their puddles of pee rapidly spilling out of their trouser legs and flowing over their shoes and onto the floor to join Melody’s. The two men next in line for Melody openly holding themselves, before spotting and joining the Que that had formed next to Lola. Lola was now hooked up by the entrance, sitting with her legs wide open to accommodate the truly gargantuan bladder bulge that was pressing her hips apart. Customers lined up one after another as they peed into the inflated woman, taking their relief and then handing the tube to the next waiting person. Lola’s face and chest were as red as possible, her whole body covered in a layer of sweat as beads of it collected and rolled down her now giant frame. One by one the customers came, ruthlessly pushing more and more piss into her tortured body as she writhed and groaned. She could stop it at any moment, but instead she let them continue to pump her bigger and bigger. Her bladder surpassing that of a 9 month pregnancy for someone her size, her small frame further exaggerating the truly monstrous size of it. Groaning and whimpering her hands held onto the massive organ that was almost hanging off her, Lola s face constantly grimacing as the pain overwhelmed her. Yet still more desperate customers came, grabbing a tube and peeing into her. But the sight of her distended body too much for many of the customers, not wanting to harm her and instead going to another of them or even starting to pee outside. A number of women near the rear of the line losing control and squatting in the street, a river of pee making its way into the nearby drain. Lola’s grunts and moans could be heard through out the building as yet more people filled her up, it was relentless. But there was nothing Michelle or the others could do, their time taken up by their own bladders being filled by lines of customers. Even Melody and Lacey who had wet themselves once already were being hooked up again, the formers large puddle still sitting on the floor. Many of the waitresses looked on the verge of control, multiple customers being hooked up to each and every one of the staff. Grunts and cries of desperation or pain still echoing around the room from the still desperate customers and waitresses alike. After 10 minutes of this torturous cycle even those that had emptied themselves out at lunch were struggling. Their bladders being maxed out again almost instantly after arriving back at work. But they all knew they would surely have burst if they had not had at least some release. The fact that Lola and Michelle were still holding was a wonder to them. Michelle for her part was nearing the edge of her control, her own bladder now much larger than she could ever remember it being in her life. Those static like shocks she had felt earlier now turning into pulses and forks of brilliant white pain. Shooting around her body from her bladder that was stretched so tight she was starting to think If she touched anything sharp she was going to pop like a water balloon. Looking down she tried to rest a hand on it as the fifth customer finished up using her, but even the slight contact made it contract and pulse wildly. Biting her lip hard she managed to keep her groan quiet instead of yelling out like she really wanted too. This was madness she reminded herself, all this for just some more money. Was it really worth it? But looking over at the giant and panting Lola, it wasn’t just for money any more, it was to help her and the rest of the staff. But thankfully and mercifully as she looked up it seemed that as quickly as the line had formed, it was almost gone. The last few customers hooked up to the waitresses, two more peeing into the groaning Lola while she could see others still peeing against the outside of the building. Then the stillness that was present earlier returned, the whirlwind of fans destroying the place and the waitresses. “How the fuck are you not exploding right now?” Michelle asked the panting Lola, her face contorted with pain and twitching madly. “I….if I move im going to lose it” she whimpered. “I can hold a lot…but this is too, its too much.” She said, panic starting to creep in. “Hold on Lola, Ill go see if any one can take some. You’ve taken in so much for us it’s the least we can do. Just hold on!” Michelle said, leaving the sweating, writhing and whimpering mess of her friend still reclined and stuck in her booth. She knew that if Lola was admitting it, it had to be true. “Girls, I think Lola is really suffering. Do any of you think you can take a bit, just to take the edge off?” “Im pretty full, but maybe a little?” Lacey said. “I don’t think I can, im just too full already. That was like 7 guys each” Another said, the others nodding in agreement. Bulges coming out of each and every one of them as the desperately danced or stood with their legs firmly crossed. “I’ll take some, it’s the least I can do” Came a surprising candidate. Sophie who was still sporting her own bladder bulge stood up, looking far more confident in her abilities. “Fuck it, ill take a little too. She did take a lot for us.” Melody said, walking over and putting an arm around Sophie. With that a couple of others were in, if Sophie could handle it then they could too! Walking over to Lola who now had her hands pressing deeply in her crotch, her legs unable to close due to the sheer size of her distended bladder which was taking up the space between the tops of her thighs. “Hold on Lola, a few of us are going to help.” Michelle said as they one by one hooked themselves up to a new tube. The eight desperate women knew this was the right thing to do, but it was going to make it so much harder for them to hold for themselves. “Ok, you can let go now” Sophie said, the last to be hooked up. “But only a bit, I cant take much more” Lacey and Melody said in agreement. “I can hol…hol…hold it” Lola stammered, her body being shaken to its core by the powerful pulses from her over taxed bladder. “Don’t hurt yourself, you told me the same earlier and Its because of me you are in this position, let us help”. Sophie said, noticing a tear falling from Lola’s eye as the pain became too much. A moment later a dribble of pee entered the tube, not enough to even make it to the others. But gradually as if she was prying the door to her bladders open it picked up speed and after a few seconds a solid stream started to flow into the tube. The eight women attached to her groaning as their already full bladders took the brunt of Lola’s erupting tank. “Ok, ok, ok” Please. That’s all I can take” Lacey begged just a few seconds later, her hands gripping onto the side of the nearby table. “Im stopping, im stopping” Lola said, but the river continued. “Im too full” Melody groaned, her own tired muscles complaining loudly having lost control minutes before. But after just 15 seconds the stream in the tube stopped, Lola somehow regaining control over her titanic bladder. From the outside it seemed that the pee had barely made a dent, her bulge barely reducing if at all. Despite that it seemed to have really helped Lola. She was still breathing heavily, her face and chest red with exertion, but her posture and expression looked far more relaxed now. The opposite of Sophie, whose eyes were wide a she stood unmoving. Breathing heavily through her nose Michelle was worried she was about to loose it too. But somehow, she held on. “What is going on here?” Sandra asked, appearing out of nowhere once again. “We need to go on break, now” Michelle replied, all to aware that the minor relief Lola was feeling would be gone in minutes. The forks of pain in her own bladder transforming into a solid stabbing sensation, causing her to wince. “Well, its only an hour till we close. Seems a bit pointless to let you go now” Her boss said callously. Her apparent disregard for Lola and her’s feelings boiling her blood. Half Michelle’s mind wanted to pin Sandra down and connect her up and let the entire staff empty themselves into their boss who clearly didn’t care about them. She would enjoy watching as the 11 of them filled her up with the dozens of customers worth of piss still coursing through their bladders. “We are going. We are legally owed a lunch break, which we will be taking now.” Michelle said, not taking a no for an answer. Aware of the fact the deep pulses from her bladder getting worse by the moment. She couldn’t imagine what Lola was going through or for that matter what Sophie was going through, the ordinarily pee prone blonde holding far more than she would have thought she would have been able too. “Well, I guess you have been here all day.” Sandra conceded. “Oh thank god” Melody breathed out, her own bladder just as full as it was before the rush of fans despite losing control. “Can you grab these guys things?” Michelle asked Melody, aware that the less the three of them had to move the better. Herself, Sophie and Lola teetering on the edges of control, their bodys trembling and fighting them to ,make them release their bladders. “Yeah sure” Melody said, racing off to the staff room as fast as her full bladder would let her. Returning a few moments later she had a slightly worried look on her face. “I think we might have a problem” ,she said holding up the skin tight leggings Lola had worn to work that day, there was no way they would fit her massively bloated body now. “I picked the wrong day to wear those” Lola half joked. “What are we going to do?” Melody asked, bobbing on the spot as Lola’s leggings flapped in her hand. A dinging noise alerted the group, the front door opening once again as a pair of gruff men walked in. “Hi, sorry to bother you, could we use a bathroom please. You’re the only place still open.” One of them said. Lola’s eyes went wide, she had just filled everyone to capacity, her friends had put their bodies on the line for her. Now there were two more customers, two more bladders to empty. Her breathing became shallow, she was the only one who could do this, the others didn’t have the strength. “Yeah sure” She said standing on shaky legs, getting a worried expression from the two men as they watched the bloated woman stumble towards them. “Are you ok?” he asked “I yeah im fine” Lola said, handing him a catheter. “Uhhhh…” He said looking confused at it. “The water main is out, if you want to…relieve…. yourselves, you can go into me.” Lola shuddered, the momentary rest bite from the others taking her load already gone. “What!” he said dropping the tube. “Sorry, no I mean, the main is fixed. We have been out there all day but the water should have come back on like an hour ago?” He asked as much as said. Now Lola’s eyes were wide for a different reason, relief was at hand if these men were to believed. “Wait, we can pee!” Melody shouted, the other waitresses looking excitedly at each other. “I…uh yeah, so can I use your toilet or…?” He asked, still looking bemused at the room full of naked, bursting women who had seemingly spent the day letting their customers pee into them. “Yeah sure its over there” Lola said pointing towards the men's room. The two engineers walking towards and pushing the door open. As soon as it swung closed a mad dash started, the quiet clunk of the wood like a starting pistol as the dozen women darted for the ladies room. They knew it only had two stalls, it would be a race to see who got their first, unfortunately for Michelle Lola and Sophie, they had found themselves the wrong side of the group. They had been about to go out the door, not to the toilets they had thought were still out of order. “Wait!” A loud voice shouted as the first hands reached the door. Walking out of her office came Sandra. “Lola, Michelle, you should go. You are both the only ones who have managed to last all day without disgracing themselves or using someone else. I think its only fair you both go first and then I guess Sophie and Lacey had better be next.” Looking at each other in disbelief, Lola and Michelle couldn’t believe it. Their boss had actually just done something nice for them. Without wanting to wait for her to change her mind the pair rushed as fast as their bulging bladders would allow them. Sophie helping Lola along the way as the other waitresses stood to the side, letting them past while they danced in line. Opening the door the pair all but fell into the stalls, the doors closing with Sophie waiting outside having helped Lola in. As soon as they sat their aching and abused bodies took over. Powerful streams erupting out of both of them, their speed and ferocity enough to make Michelle worried she was about to break through the ceramic bowl. But after a few seconds all worry’s ebbed away, her distended and giant bladder relaxing as spasms still raced through her tortured body. The pair of them groaning loudly in the absolute pleasure of finally peeing after so long and so much holding. Their groans and moans of pleasure reverberating through their stall and loud enough to enter the main room where the waiting women’s desperate dances only increased in ferocity as a response. Their twin streams continued for some time, but after more than two minutes of pure bliss Michelle was empty. Her aching muscles trembling and burning with a tired energy as if she had been working out. Pins and needs seemingly flowing across her now empty bladder in a sensation she had never felt before. Looking under the cubicle door she could see Sophie's bare feet dancing up and down as she paced around outside the cubicles. Michelle tried to stand but found no strength in her legs, taking a deep breath she pulled herself off the seat. Opening the door she let Sophie push through, sitting on the toilet and letting her own stream out as a new set of moans filled the room. Sophie hated to admit it, but it felt so good to pee! She had never really wanted to push herself to hold more, but after watching everyone hold today and realising that she could hold much more than she thought possible, she was resolute that she would hold more in the future. After just over a minute she too ran dry, all the while Lola had continued to empty out, her heavy and ragged breathing filling the room as she panted. “Oh fuck” Lola said out loud as the sound of splashing water filled the room. “Did you break the toilet?” Sophie asked, flushing her toilet and standing up. “No….I think I filled it.” The end. ---------------------------- I hope you guys enjoyed this story and I did the premise Justice. All feedback is always welcome!
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