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  1. 3 points
    I found out last week that in China they actually make pull-up diapers designed especially for menstruation that look a lot like Goodnites. They are allegedly very popular over there as well for wearing to bed since tampons are hard to find. If only they did this in America and Europe.
  2. 2 points
    whats bitchin yo. i used 2 post on tumblr as like. jeotda but now that my blogs been fucked im here now i guess. my old art sucked so im starting a new thread. anyway heres some fresh art that i dont hate yet zzz. individual pieces comic 1 comic 2 anyway more 2 come or whatever. also i do commissions so like message me or smthn if youre interested.
  3. 2 points
    Authors note: Sorry if it's kinda bad lmao Andy was casually laying in bed, scrolling through his Instagram feed in the darkness of his unlit room. He felt hinself grow tired, but figured he'd still be awake a while, after all it was only 8:30. Instead, though, he drifted to sleep within the next few minutes. Next thing he knew, Andy "awoke" into a classroom, taking what he believed was a math quiz. He didn't realize he was dreaming, and he stared at the page in front of him intently, but the words didn't make sense. It was like he was trying to read a foreign language. Andy looked around at everyone flying through the quiz, their pencils jerking across the page. He tried to look back at his own paper, but still, nothing made sense. It was then he felt a twinge in his bladder. He faltered slightly, but quickly regained his posture. It began to press on him how bad he had to piss, and he glanced worriedly at clock positioned at the front of the room. He thought about asking his teacher, Mrs. Daroh, to go, but he knew he'd get turned down as he hadn't finished his quiz. His leg bounced up and down as he scribbled some illegible writing, not caring how bad he did on the assignment right now. As he worked, he felt his urge growing stronger in record time. Andy rushed to stand up the moment he finished the page.... but he realized the instant he did it that it was a bad decision. The sudden movement caused his bladder to spurt out a few drops into his underwear. However, he didn't have time to deal with it, and speedily walked towards the teacher's desk, paper in hand. Andy handed the quiz to Mrs. Daroh before begging her to let him use the bathroom, however he got denied, as there was only 3 minutes left of class. He whined before hesitantly sitting down in his seat. Those 3 minutes were agony. His bladder seemed to edge toward the breaking point in ungodly time, and Andy had to sit there holding himself through the pain. Under the desk, he gave a dick a squeeze every few seconds, praying he could hold it in. Once he reached the one minute mark, an uncrontrollable, large spurt exploded out of his urethra. He managed to stop the flow, but there was now a noticeable damp patch on Andy's light-colored pants. The spurt didn't give him any relief though, instead the ever-growing pain had become worse, and he winced while letting out a small whimper. After what seemed like years of torture, the bell rang. The alarming noise caused a small spurt to shoot out of him, but it didn't do too much. He slowly sat up, still holding hinself with both hands, feeling like he would burst any moment. Feeling a wave of desperation began to build, he made a desperate sprint towards the bathrooms, which thankfully weren't far from his class. He ran passed the other students, trying to ignore the strong pain and small leaks with each step he took. He made it to the restrooms and made a mad dash into the men's room. Thankfully, it was vacant. He stood in front of the urinal, but his aching bladder couldn't take it. Andy desperatly tried to zip down his pants as a strong stream of piss flowed out from his dick, soaking his pants and underwear in the process. He stood there in defeat, knowing there was nothing he could do at this point. However, at the same time, he moaned in pleasure, as it felt so good to release the pent up pee inside him. Pee soaked every inch of his pants. Urine puddled around his shoes, spreading across the tiled floor. After a minute or so, his stream turned into small droplets before stopping completely, and Andy continued to stare into his mess. It was then Andy really woke up. It took him a second to comprehend reality. But, he realized he awoke to drenched shorts and sheets, along with a large erection pleading for attention. Oh, fun.
  4. 1 point
    Hey, everybody, and welcome to Chapter 4 of Housemates (AKA Meagan & Parker Season 3) ! My apologies for the delay; work was painful (until the holiday), and I wrote a story with Meagan & Parker but without any desperation, and then I somehow managed to start writing three different chapters simultaneously... so yeah, I was a little slow in getting this out here. But there are chunks of the next two chapters already written, if that makes you feel better. Here are the links to chapters 1, 2, and 3: Road Trip The Trouble with Housemates Rainy Sunday One important note before we dive in: it hasn't been a major factor in these stories, but if you haven't noticed, they are set a few years ago, before phones got smart (and got cameras), before Polaroid folded (though there are knock-offs now) and before girls getting into gaming was "normal." Women and girls have always been gamers, as they should be. But in 2005 -- when this story is set -- people's reactions might have been a bit different. And yes, I just posted a little note about a) inclusion of women in gaming and b) historical accuracy in my online porn story. What, you wanna make something of it? A less-important note: this story is longer than I expected, so I'll divide it up, but I'll get it all posted today or tomorrow as I am traveling for a bit and don't want to leave you hanging until 2019. All right, enough commentary. ------------------------------------------------------------- “So what do you want for your birthday, love?” Parker asked. “Oh, just an extra week that nobody else knows about. I could get so many things done if I just had one extra week, with no other assignments coming in…” “Well, I’ll see if I can find a Time Lord to ask. But meanwhile—what would you like for your birthday? Do you want a party? Cake?” “Y’know, I don’t think I want a party,” she said. “Cake still sounds like a good idea, though.” “If we get you a cake but don’t have a party we’re gonna be eating a lot of cake.” “You say that as if it were a bad thing.” “Okay! Cake: check. Party: that’s a negative. But what else? Do you want to do anything special?” “Oooh, maybe I’ll skip Child Development and sleep in an extra hour.” “I approve. You aren’t getting nearly enough sleep, in my opinion as your bedmate.” “I know, I’m sorry I keep waking you up. I promise this will all settle down soon, after the application deadlines…” “I know. But it’s your birthday and you could use a break.” “Yeah, that’s true. I’ll try not to do too much work after class. And nothing after dinner that night, I promise.” “Mmmhmm. And after dinner… do you want to do anything special then? Maybe, say, after we’ve gone upstairs for the night?” She gave him a weary smile. “Oh, I see what you’re getting at.” “Uh-huh!” “I’ll think about it.” “Mmkay. Just let me know.” “You’ll be the first on the block.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Meagan’s birthday morning came, and she did indeed skip her nine o’clock class so she could sleep in an extra hour. At 9:40 she scarfed down some cereal, got dressed in her usual comfortable jeans and t-shirt and jacket, and set out for class. Parker walked her over, a rare treat, and he was there to meet her for lunch two hours later. She kissed him hello and they walked to the cafeteria arm in arm. After lunch she headed over to the library to work on a reserve-reading assignment, then came back to write her essay on it. Parker, in the absence of any other instructions, made her a dinner of baked chicken and home fries, which she ate with gratitude, and a cupcake, which she ate with delight. And then they went back to their room and watched MST3K until she fell asleep with her head in his lap. When she didn’t wake up when he got up to brush his teeth, he knew she was well and truly out for the night. He got her socks and jeans off, tucked her in, and sat watching her for a little while. Maybe she’ll feel more sexy on Saturday, he thought, and went downstairs to play video games with Trav. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- On Saturday Meagan woke him with a kiss. They went to the gym to work out, then had their usual Saturday brunch (pancakes this time), after which Meagan tackled another grad-school application. This commanded her time until well after noon. Parker got some work of his own done. They took a quick walk around the neighborhood, stepping on any particularly crunchy-looking fallen leaves (there were lots) and admiring the colors of the ones that hadn’t fallen yet. She then did lots of reading for class, helped him make soup for dinner, and did a little more reading after that. Parker, finished with his own work, went down to play more games with Trav. Parker had never been a console gamer—he was a PC platformer all the way. But he knew his way around a Nintendo controller and he’d played some Xbox games before. Travis was a proud Xboxer and had a huge array of games. Zach was also a gamer, and so they often swapped off. So was Clark, the guy Dacy had been seeing—but usually when he came over, he and Dacy either went to her room or went out. So the fourth regular member of their gaming parties was, to Parker’s surprise, Zephyr. He’d known that there were gamer girls, but Zephyr didn’t strike him as the type—too bouncy and flighty. Yet when she played, a focused competitiveness came over her, her flightiness dropped away, and she played hard. To Parker’s relief, she’d largely stopped going around topless as the weather cooled. Somewhat less to his relief, she often wore a loose sweatshirt instead, with nothing under it—neither t-shirt nor bra. It was a little distracting to catch glimpses of bare skin here and there, especially when the sweatshirt slid off her shoulder and she was too invested in the game to tug it back up until she was done with the level. Parker had always had a weakness for shoulders—and Zephyr’s were as cute as the rest of her. To Parker’s absolute distraction, however, Zephyr’s small bladder still affected her just as much as ever. She wasn’t nearly so overt about it when she was gaming, which made him wonder how much of her prancing about and crotch-grabbing on other occasions was just to get attention. But she definitely showed clear signs of needing to pee quite often. It would start with a slight shaking of her leg, and then move up to crossed legs, and end up with her sitting on her heel and bouncing. She was resolute about getting to the end of the level or finding a save point, however; she never cracked while she had a controller in her hands. But on two occasions, as soon as she’d gotten to the level’s end she bolted from the room, the second time with a hand not only on her crotch but down her pants. That time she was in such a hurry she didn’t quite manage to close the door behind her, and the sound of her piss on porcelain was extremely loud in Parker’s ears. As was her deep sigh of relief. But she was a good player, and so Parker kept playing—if only to avenge his defeats at her hands when he was a little distracted. --------------------------------------------------- “Hey, Meagan? I’ve got a tough question. Can I interrupt, or would you rather wait?” “Now’s fine, this isn’t that important. What’s on your mind?” “We’ve got a whole room to ourselves. No parents to dodge. Housemates that actively encourage us. Birth control’s dealt with. We are living the college-student dream: we can fuck whenever we want. So… why aren’t we?” Meagan shook off his hands and got up. She roamed around the bedroom, processing her thoughts on her feet. “Um,” Meagan said. Parker waited. “I think I’ve got to say that part of it’s the stress. You know I’ve got a heavy load this semester, plus all the applications. But a lot of it’s the boredom.” “Boredom?” Parker felt his stomach sink. “I’m not bored of you, hon,” she said. “Dear god do you make me happy. But the sex is, well—we’re in a rut, I guess?” “We’re not exactly vanilla—” “No, no. But we do the same things. We fuck, we make love, I hold it for you, I make you wait for me.” “Well, there are all those other factors. The nuisances. The—my jealousy. Your distraction. The workload. All of ‘em are ganging up on us.” “Okay,” Parker said, trying to ignore the somersault his stomach had done when she’d said “jealousy.” “So what do you wanna do about it?” Meagan ran her fingers through her hair. “Ugh. I’m having a hard time getting my head straight on this. What do you wanna do?” Parker thought for a moment. “Well. We both know what I want. And I know what you want, in bed. But maybe—maybe what we need to figure out is what we both want. Let’s start basic: do you wanna have sex with me?” “Is this even a question?” “Well, I think it’s worth asking, even if you answer it fast.” “Yes. Yes I do.” “And I wanna have sex with you. Cool, that’s cleared up. So the problem’s got to be in the how.” “I’d like to try some new stuff. Spice it up, like people always say.” “I was wondering if maybe we should just wait a bit. When you were at camp over the summer, we were really horny when we got back together…” “Yeah, but—well, I’m worried that if we just stop having sex, we’ll start to break up.” His stomach lurched again, but he saw a way to salvage it. “I feel a sudden need to have a lot of sex.” “Yeah, when I put it that way! But lots of boring sex won’t help, either—gaaah.” She stopped pacing, staring out the windows. He got up and came over to her, putting his arms around her. “Mmmmmmkay,” she said. “You know what? I’m tired of the mind games.” “Was I playing mind games?” “No! Did I say you were?” “You made your annoyed sound.” “I did? What’s my annoyed sound?” “‘Mmmmmkay.’ When you’re angry, you really stretch that out.” “Oh, that. Yeah, I guess I do that. But you’re fine, I’m annoyed at myself. I’m psyching myself out, too much thinking. Sometimes being a shrink-in-training isn’t as useful as it ought to be. Anyway: I am not gonna fool myself into a dry spell. Let’s figure this out. Brainstorming time.” “Would you rather not hold it for me for a while?” “What I guess I’d rather do is hold it in new and exciting ways.” “Okay. And—if I can make an assumption—also make me wait to come in new and exciting ways?” “Oh yes.” “Mmkay, I can work with that. So let’s get some paper…” He grabbed a pen, ripped a page out of his notebook, drew a line down the middle, wrote “P” at the top of one side and “M” at the top of the other, and said, “Let’s think.” They stared at the paper for a while. Then Meagan took the pen and wrote holding contest on the “P” side. “So I’m a little—” Parker began, but shut himself up. “Right. We’re still brainstorming.” He added a few ideas of his own. Eventually the “P” side of the list looked like this: holding contest in public—movie theater? Pee on the quad Role-play photo shoot on the football field stopping in the middle of peeing The “M” side was shorter: waiting a whole week blue-balling “Can we start narrowing the lists down a bit?” Meagan asked. “Are we at that point?” “I think so,” Parker said. “I can’t come up with much more at the moment.” Meagan tapped the pen on Role-play. “What do you have in mind?” “A couple things,” Parker said. “I used to have this dream that I’m looking for a bathroom somewhere in my school…” “I think a lot of people have had that dream.” “Oh, really?” “I’ve definitely had it.” “Interesting—anyway, I’ve got the beginnings of an idea where you have to look around my old school for the bathroom, and I’ll tell you if you find it…” “Mmkay. Doesn’t sound too hard.” “And remember that fantasy I had about you being chained up…?” “Oh yeah, that one! ’Kay. Role-play is a possibility.” She circled it, then drew a clear black line through a couple others. “Not on the quad?” “Way too public.” “I was thinking maybe a Sunday morning before anyone else is awake.” “Nope. Still too public.” She tapped stopping in the middle of peeing. “I hear that’s a great way to give yourself a UTI.” “Okay, fair enough.” “I could hold it for you at a movie,” Meagan said, “but it would have to either be a movie I’ve seen before or a movie I don’t care about. And ideally a pretty empty theater. And I’m not peeing in there. I’m not going to make someone clean up a puddle.” “That’s fine.” “‘Photo shoot’?” Parker took a deep breath. “I’d like to have some pictures of you holding it. But we could make it all glamorous.” “I don’t think this girl’s ever been glamorous, hon.” “Well, there’s a first time for everything. And it’ll be in your own way.” “What’s ‘my way’?” “I’ve got some ideas.” She cocked her head a little. “Glamorous? Me?” “I have seen a lot of sexy bodies on the internet,” Parker said, “but the only sexy body I want pictures of now is yours.” She grinned. “Well now.” The grin faded. “Wait. We’d have to get them developed.” “I could borrow a digital camera from someone…” “No, I don’t want computers involved. I want hard copies only. And I don’t want any one-hour-photo guy seeing them, either.” “That kinda rules out most options, hon…” “But not all of them. Let’s find ourselves a Polaroid camera.” “Hah! Okay.” Meagan pointed to the last one under “P” that they hadn’t discussed yet: holding contest. “So what about this one?” “Well, a contest… um… you’d win, you know…” “All right. Not a contest. Supporting each other. Both of us trying to support the other person and help them hold as long as they can.” Parker slowly shook his head. “After that time on the road trip, I’m not sure about that.” Meagan sat back and looked at him. “That really freaked you out, didn’t it?” “You pushed me farther than I wanted to go.” “I know. I’m sorry. Should we just forget this idea, then?” “Please. For now, at least.” “Mmkay. But now let’s talk about my side of the list.” “When you say ‘waiting a whole week’…” “…I mean getting you up and hard, but not letting you come, for a whole week.” “Whew. Sounds to me like that would get me to blueballing no matter what.” “Maybe so.” “Hon, blue balls do hurt, y’know…” “Holding it can hurt a little too. You know that.” She laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. “The pain’s worth it to make the good part feel better, right? The good part is when we finally let it out. And I will make you come, you know, and take the ache away. I just—I want that power. Over you. And I want to see your face when I do let you come. And I hope I have your trust.” “Balance,” Parker said. “And trust.” “Yeah.” He took a deep breath. “I trust you.” She hugged him. “Thank you! Do you want to do both at once? Photo shoot and blue-balling?” “Sure.” “Find us a camera, hon, and we will have a magnificent night.”
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    Other first part of a story I wrote for the Experience Project: Donald Tasker shifted round in his chair slightly and turned his gaze away from the judge who was speaking to the jury as part of his summing up before sentencing and looked towards the accused. Kevin Sharp was thin weasly looking 18 year old wearing his well used court suit. From the fact that the jacket and trousers were now fitting very snugly, he could only assume that the clothes had been purchased for a court appearance much earlier in Kevin's burgulary career. As Donald watched he noticed that Kevin appeared to be very nervous. It was understandable owing to the fact that the lad was possibly only minutes away from a prison sentence but the occasional facial ticks and slight body movements made Donald wonder if Kevin needed to wee? Donld was snapped out of his train of thought as the judge told the accused to stand. The gap between the brass handrail and the wooden panel gave Donald a perfect view of Kevins hands crossed in front of his crotch. The trousers were way too tight and so worn that the outline of the lads briefs could be clearly made out and as Kevin unclasped his hands and re-clasped them behind his back, the court was treated to a snug little crotch bulge. "Kevin Sharp. You have been found guilty of the crimes of breaking and entering and attempted burgulary. Even at this relatively young age you are well on your way to becoming a career criminal. The previous terms in young offenders institutions seem to have had little effect on changing your behaviour. As you are eighteen and as such can be treated as an adult are eligible to serve a prison sentence" Kevin brought his hands back in front and as Donald watched closely, the lad pressed his clasped hands firmly into his crotch. Oh lovely, he suffers from a nervous bladder. This is going to be too nice! thought Donald, "A crime like this is subject to a minimum prison term of 12 months with no early release, but thanks to an unprecedented appeal for leniancy from your victim, I have decided to give you one last chance to turn away from this life of crime. You are hereby sentenced to 6 months community service subject to special license 6 subsection 3" Donald watched as Kevin breathed a huge sigh of relief as he heard the judgement being passed down and knew that he was yet to find out what the special conditions the judge had imposed. Judge Callum MaCleod and Donald had been friends since schooldays. They had gone on to university together after which their paths had separated for a number of years when Callum went to work in chambers and took the bar. As schoolboys and students the pair were very close friends, however, it wasn't just friendship that bound them together. Donald and Callum recognised a sadistic streak in each other and divulged their secret desires to each other, most of which centred around the punishment of young men. Callums prowess as a sportsman saw him captain the school rugby team and he used this limited power to intimidate and torture several of the young men in the team during training and as part of the initiation ceremonies of new recruits. Donald on the other hand was no keen sportsman but found his way to become the leader of the schools' scouting troup. Both young men commanded their charges very strictly and were each fond of dishing out spanking punishments in front of the other lads and sometimes in private. The these 'private' punishment sessions often saw the other in attendance, sometimes to watch and often to take part in administering the punishment. It was on one of these joint sessions when Donald learned how sadistic Callum could be. Donald walked down the corridor to the male changing rooms. There were two members of the rugby team, still in their kit standing outside the doors. Both appeared to be very aggitated and the scrape of the studs on their boots echoed down the corridor as they shifted from one foot to the other. One of the lads was saying something to the other but stopped abruptly when they saw Donald approach. When Donald entered the changing room he was met with a grinning Callum "did you see my two water babies?" the penny dropped with Donald and he understood why the lads were fidgetting so much. "Oh I see. They need to piss" replied Donald. "Like crazy my friend. I have had them both out there waiting for half an hour so they should both be just about ready to wet their shorts" Callum explained that he encouraged all of the players to keep well hydrated and he made them all drink a litre bottle of water before the start of each half so, even with all the sweating, there was a rush for the urinals at half time and even more so at the end of the match. On this particular day he had pulled the two lads straight out into the corridor before they had had a chance to relieve themselves and told them to wait. All of the other players had gone home leaving the two writhing lads to wait for their spanking with bladders about to burst. "There's no way they will be able to hold it for the duration of their spanking even if they don't piss themselves first" Callum said gleefully. He picked up the old pimsol and gave it a firm wack across his hand. "You can bring them in now" The two lads shuffled into the changing room followed by Donald. Peter, the taller and braver of the pair headed straight for the gap in the wall through which the showers and toilets could be found, but before he could pass through the gap, his way was barred by the grinning Callum. "I don't think so Pedro. You are here for your punishment". Peter looked shocked and "you've had us waiting out there for hours, I'm busting!". The grin disappeared from Callum's face as he spun the lad around and pushed him back towards the lockers where his team mate Andrew appeared to be in a state of complete desperation. Andrew had the long sleeves of his jersey pulled right down over each hand like it was a frosty morning on the pitch or something and was cupping his crotch tightly and shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Peter, who was holding it together slightly better joined Andrew by the lockers. Donald proceeded to watch with some admiration and growing anticipation as Callum proceeded to give the lads a protracted lecture about their joint crime which involved getting drunk and rowdy in the village after their recent away game and reports of them being spotted urinating against the wall of St Joseph's church hall. Callum savoured reminding them just how many pints of beer they had consumed that night and, of their inability to control their bladders so that they may relive themselves in an appropriate place. As Callum moved on to reminding the lads of their responsibilities to both the college and their team mates, Donald focused his attention on the two miscreants. Peter was by now bobbing up and down and crossing his legs like a desperate 5 year old but the best show was being given by Andrew who was alternating between rubbing his hands on his thighs and squeezing the crotch of his muddy white rugby shorts. Donald thought it was about the fifth time that Callum had manged to work the word 'urinate' into his lecture that poor Andrew's bladder gave up the fight and with a gasp the lad clutched at himself with both hands as his shorts glistened and bloomed momentarily as the thick cotton tried to soak up the flow before the rivulets of hot pee spurted through this grasping fingers and splattered onto the tiled floor. With a half smile of triumph Callum looked to Donald as he slapped the plimsol against his other hand with a loud crack. That had been a good 40 odd years ago and the pair had gone their separate ways to pursue their careers. Donald making a good name for himself as a broker for a good city firm and Callum becoming one of the youngest judges ever to sit at the Old Bailey. After the stress of one Black Friday too many, Donald had taken an early retirement package in the early 2000's and had settled back in Hereford to turn his antique collecting hobby into a business. His picturesque timber framed shop in the old part of the city soon becoming popular with tourists and locals alike. Callum, who had been persuaded to scale down his high court work after his name, and more to the point, job title were fleetingly mentioned in a number of newspaper articles which primarily were aimed at taking down a particularly sleazy member of the conservative government but in Callum's opinion caused lots of 'collateral' damage. He now acted as a circuit judge and it was whilst on a day off from a dreary corporate mis selling trial at the Hereford city court that he wandered into Donald's shop and saw the old friends reunited.
  6. 1 point
    Nope, even worse? There were holes in the basket and it leaked everywhere. This was when I was a LOT younger though, xP
  7. 1 point
    Tea added to a full bladder is sure to produce the desired effect!
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    Wow dude, thanks for that, I don't know what to say. I was probably not entirely sober when I wrote that introduction, and maybe a bit overly emotional. In retrospect, kinda reads a bit grandiose, or like I'm fishing for compliments. But I really do think it's just an unavoidable issue with forums like this one, and I feel bad for my own favorite writers on this site when I see that their stuff goes under-appreciated. I'm not going to whine any more about it though. As for this story, I think it will be in either three or four parts. I already have a chapter 3 written, but that one was written before I wrote chapter 2. Chapter 2 ended up going in a more intimate, emotional direction than I'd foreseen when I started out. So chapter 3 as written is more smutty in tone and involves a second girl. I'm not opposed to that scenario in the future, but I think these two characters need some more room to explore on their own first. So what I'm going to do is write a new chapter 3, and depending on how that goes, possibly rework chapter 3 into chapter 4, or possibly the story will just end on a high note after chapter 3.
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    So next year, what do you want to see me make more of the most? ToiletStool adaptations? Comics starring Trina and other original characters? I mean both are happening but if there's one youre more excited about than the other I'd like to hear it. Then there's also the other goodies here and there like film scene fan art. 2019 is shaping up to be another busy year for me, I'll be posting the candidates for comics soon.
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    One time I had to have some tests done including a scan of my womb as I was having some pain and the doctor was concerned I had cysts in my ovaries. The scan is the same one you need in the early months of pregnancy and involves drinking plenty water and having a cold cream on your bladder and a scanner pressed over it. Having spent years enjoying holding a full bladder I was not overly worried about myself but I was secretly looking forward to the fact all the others waiting would also have full bladders too. It really is a shame not many men require scan like this! I arrived not even needing to pee but having had most of the recommended water intake. I guess my bladder was bigger than most or I was just distracted by other things. Either way I was pretty comfortable. I found where to go and had a seat. It was very obvious who else was there for the same scan as they all clearly had to go way worse than me. There were three females, two of whom where accompanied by male partners. The first one had her legs crossed and was bouncing her top leg a lot. The second lady had her coat over her legs and was looking quite restless and the third taller lady was pacing the waiting room. I was there at the time I had been told and wondered how long these other ladies had been waiting. What made things much more interesting was that in the waiting room itself there was a toilet in the far corner and the door had been wedged wide open so the toilet pan was clearly visible like some sort of Chinese torture for these poor woman. The tall lady was called through and she grabbed her bag and sprinted. Less than ten minutes later she rushed back in through the waiting room and into the bathroom as we all got to hear her pee gush out of her! She then grabbed her partners hand and walked quickly out. I was still not overly desperate but both the other girls were very restless. The one with her legs crossed had crossed them the other way a few times and was gripping the arm of her chair too. The other girl had her hands under her coat and I am sure she was holding herself hoping no-one knew. It took a good few minutes before another person was called through, this time it was the lady with the coat over her legs. She shuffled on her seat then followed the nurse away as if nothing was the matter. The tall lady had shut the bathroom door earlier but the receptionist came in and checked the bathroom before leaving the door wide open again. The crossed legged girl said to her partner that she was really struggling and hoped she would be called soon because she was so full. As if on cue the receptionist came in with a huge jug full of water and some cups and placed them on a table in the middle of the room. Not to be content with this she took the top cup, placed it on the table and filled it up with water from the jug. She reminded us we must be very full for the scan so to feel free to drink. I had already had three bottles of water but decided to err on the side of caution and took the cup that was full and started sipping it. My bladder felt very hard and full and I was thinking if I had been anywhere else I would have used the toilet we were all sat staring at. Shortly after the lady who had had the coat over her legs came running in and quickly made a bee line for the toilet. Once again we all heard ever splatter of her pee. Stating the obvious the final girl’s partner stroked her arm and said ‘you must be next’ as she was bouncing both legs up and down looking at the floor. I crossed my legs as another lady entered the room looking flustered. Finally the lady flushed the toilet and ran embarrassed out of the waiting room not giving eye contact to any of us. The fidgety girl looked like she was close to wetting now and I heard her whisper that she was so desperate. The flustered girl who had not long arrived must have heard as she quite brazenly spoke up and said ‘god this is like torture isn’t it!’ To which the other girl just went ‘yeah’ rather embarrassingly. Within another minute she was called in and I was left with just the bold girl who saw no reason to be embarrassed about our situation and started chatting about how she was needing to pee on the bus on the way here and thought she would pee herself and now she still had ages to hold and how much she wanted to go. She was so different to the previous girls I was quite entertained by her. I sipped my water and sat crossed legged while she said she was bursting, desperate, full, dying to pee, gagging for a bathroom and barely holding on. This was finally making me need to go much more and I was so glad to see the fidgety girl coming back telling her partner to wait in the corridor as she clearly knew we would all hear her pee. We actually didn’t hear her much so I think she may have filled the pan with paper first to hide her embarrassment. Mouthy woman was getting more mouthy now saying how bad it was we had to have a bathroom in the waiting room and how stupid it was in this day and age that there was no other way to scan a woman than have her almost wet herself. I found her amusing but was glad to be called finally. Having freezing cold jelly put on your rock hard bladder makes your need to pee suddenly intensify. Add the pressure of a scanner on top and I had to bite my lip and tense myself to keep from leaking. It was over quickly though and I decided to avoid mouthy woman and drive home to pee. My word did I go when I got home! I wonder if mouthy woman made it or not?