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  1. I saw a request for this story of mine since it was only posted to the Holding It board and never here. I'm happy it was so memorable! Hope you enjoy! Even FullHearts Can Overflow I checked myself into FullHearts Hospital early Monday morning. I’d woken up with every intent to get dressed and go to work as usual, but as I readied myself I realized my head was burning. Certainly it was a substantial fever, and with my luck perhaps I’d caught the latest strain of super strong flu that had been making the rounds at the office. By 8 am I was laying in a medical bed in my own private room and had an IV drip going into my arm. The fever was still terrible, but I couldn’t help but perk up when my nurse arrived. She had a little pooch in her abdomen, a clear sign of early stages of pregnancy, but otherwise she was easily one of the hottest women I’d ever laid eyes on. With her dark hair long enough to obscure part of her vision, my nurse introduced herself as Nurse Chelsea and began looking over a folder of my medical history. I answered a few questions as best as I could, taking note of her tattoo sleeve going up her left arm, as well as her very obvious DD cup assets. I did my best not to stare too long, but I’m sure from the smirk on her face that Chelsea knew what kind of effect she was having on me. Heck, she probably had the same effect on all her patients. “Most likely, you’ve got that Flu X that’s been on the news lately,” Nurse Chelsea told me after a few minutes of poring over the data, “So we’ll keep you here on monitored bed rest until you recover. If you need anything, hit the buzzer on the wall there, right above your head, and I’ll make sure to check up on you or have another nurse come to do it.” She saw my eyes flick hastily to the partially open bathroom door in the corner of the room and the toilet within, then continued, “Yes, make sure you don’t get up for anything. If you need to relieve yourself, we’ll be more than happy to provide a bedpan.” “Yes ma’am” I gulped, embarrassed by this turn of events, but fully aware that I would have to deal with it. “Alright, rest up, watch some TV or take a nap, and we’ll be back to check on you later today, ok sweetie?” Nurse Chelsea finished, and I nodded my assent. I made sure to get a good look at her shapely rear as she turned and exited my room, stopping outside my door to grab a liter of water from another passing nurse and chug it down, and then continuing with her rounds. By 11 am I couldn’t bear the pressure any longer. I’d been resisting my filling bladder all morning, but finally it got the better of me. I pressed the buzzer, waited a few moments, then pressed it again to be sure. In two minutes, Chelsea was back in my room. “What can I do for ya, hun?” she asked me. “I really need to pee,” I told her with a slight tremor in my voice. I wasn’t used to admitting such a private need to such a good looking woman. “No problem!” Chelsea perked up, going across the room to fetch me a bedpan. She helped me get it in position and ten seconds later I was feeling the bliss of relief as my morning piss left my penis with record speed. After half a minute, I ran dry, and Chelsea took the half-full bedpan, noting with a grin, “Looks like you really needed that one!” “Yes, I’m very happy to see you again. You got here right in time!” I told her sheepishly. Chelsea gave me a quizzical look, “What do you mean ‘again’? Do I know you from somewhere?” I paused and stuttered, “Erm, no, I mean, you just checked on me a few hours ago…” Now it was Chelsea’s turn to pause for a few seconds, but then recognition sprang into her eyes. “Aww, I’m sorry dear! This happens all the time! You met Nurse Chelsea this morning. I’m her twin sister Kelsey!” My eyes went up and down over her body, and I realized that while she was identical to Chelsea in almost every way, Kelsey’s sleeve tattoo was on her right arm instead. At least I had a way to tell the sisters apart. “Now you rest up and just let us know if you need anything else!” Kelsey said and turned to leave. But a new thought had just hit me. When I saw that the two sisters’ bodies looked exactly alike, that meant they had all the same curves. Same cup size, same round butt…..and same bulge in the abdomen. There was no way….I had to ask. “Kelsey-“ I stopped her as she was leaving. “What is it, sugar?” the buxom nurse asked, turning her head around. “I apologize if this question oversteps my bounds, but I’m just very curious. I know you and Chelsea are identical twins, but did you really both plan to get pregnant at the same time? You both seem to be the same amount of time along from what I can see of your bellies. I just thought it was an odd coincidence is all.” Now Nurse Kelsey gave a laugh, “Oh, you really are something else! No, no, I’m not pregnant, and Chelsea’s not either, the little devil.” The nurse walked in closer to me and spoke softly, “See, one of the perks about coming to FullHearts Hospital is how clean and pristine the entire establishment is kept at all times. Be honest, you haven’t noticed more than a speck of dust or filth since you got in here, right? Our staff and management take pride in that, and one of the ways we endeavor to keep up our cleanliness standards is to keep all bathrooms, toilets, and bedpans as patient-only. So no, we’re not pregnant, sis and I, those lumps are just our bladders after a long shift. Just over 11 hours now for both of us!” “11 hours?? My gosh, don’t you have to go? By all means, you can use the bathroom in my room, I’m not allow-“ I was cut off by Nurse Kelsey. “Oh hun, don’t you worry about us. One of the qualifications for becoming a full time staff member here at FullHearts is being able to hold your load and stay hydrated at all times. A full bladder doesn’t bother us, and it shouldn’t bother you! If I do say so myself, my toilet at home has seen its fair share of monster pisses after long shifts like this, but as long as I’m on duty I keep things corked up. So try to relax, and don’t worry about us, ok?” Nurse Kelsey finished with a smile, barely waiting for my nod in response before turning to exit. I’m sure she had many more patients to attend to. As she reached the door, I had to do a double take, because Nurse Chelsea walked passed her and down the hall. It was going to take a bit of getting used to seeing two sexy, curvy, identical women like this. “Hey Chels! We got another one who thinks I’m you! Said even our bladders look the same, how bout that?!” Kelsey called out to her sister while leaving the room. “Pssh, well that’s not right! Everyone on the floor knows this twin is the one with the bladder of steel!” I heard Chelsea shout back from down the hall. “I hope we get suckered into double shifts so I can make you eat those words!” Kelsey replied heartily. I saw her rub her distended bladder briefly through her nurse’s uniform, then grab a bottle of water from behind a counter and begin to drink it as she walked down the hall and out of my view. This was going to be a unique hospital stay, indeed….. By 3 pm I couldn’t help but press my buzzer again. The IV drip was filling my bladder back up at a rapid rate, in addition to the drinks I’d received with my bed-ridden lunch, and I needed some more relief. I was all ready to check their arm tattoos to make sure I knew whether it was Chelsea or Kelsey who came to help me, but this time an Asian nurse made her way into my room. She was Filipino, by the looks of it, a little shorter than the twins, but she had an air of confidence about her. She was also sporting a fairly massive bladder bulge, as I assumed that if Chelsea and Kelsey weren’t pregnant, then this third nurse probably wasn’t pregnant either. “Hello, I’m Nurse Jasmine. What can I assist you with?” she asked me with a slight accent. I spoke of my need to relieve myself, and the nurse sprang into action with a bedpan. I managed to fill it up almost as much as last time, and I noticed that Nurse Jasmine seemed to be standing a bit stiffly as she waited for me to finish. I decided to be brazen and asked her, “Have you been holding it long? Nurse Kelsey told me that none of the staff are permitted restroom breaks on site here.” Jasmine flashed me a smile, “Oh those twins…they think they can hold it, but we’ve got some real tankards in this hospital.” I was not expecting this comment, because to me, the 11 hours that Kelsey spoke of holding her pee for was damn impressive. Nurse Jasmine started taking the bedpan away, then continued her train of thought, “Myself included. I’m on 18 hours and still feeling just fine. My shift ends in a couple more hours, but I’ll probably catch a few hours of shut eye and go out for drinks before I even think of relieving my large bladder.” “That’s incredible!” the words left my mouth before I could process them. Nurse Jasmine’s smile grew wider, “Well thank you kindly. But like I said, some of the women at FullHearts are made of titanium down there. If I didn’t know it was a medical necessity, I’d be convinced some of the doctors have never sprung a leak in their lives! Doctor Sarah Gallagher, I saw her go 40 hours without a piss during a procedure and not even cross her legs. Even I’d be breaking my neck to last that long without a wee.” Nurse Jasmine left my room, and I was left to my fantasies. Nurse Chelsea came back to check up on me at 6 pm. She apologized for the delay, but explained that the doctors were behind schedule due to the flu outbreak, so they were only now getting ready to have the experienced professional come to look me over. I told her it was no problem to stay in a hospital with such attractive staff, which earned me a blush and a wink. Chelsea was fidgeting a little as she spoke, and her bladder bulge also seemed to have increased by a few inches, and this she acknowledged, “Why yes, hun, and I think yours would have too if you went 18 hours and didn’t stop one time to pee.” I told her that Nurse Jasmine had been holding for that exact length of time when she came to check on me 3 hours prior, and she wasn’t showing such obvious signs of desperation, and Chelsea frowned briefly, “That bitch…don’t listen to her, Kelsey and I can hold circles around the other nurses. We’ve probably just drunk more than she did….” I let her excuse hang in the air and didn’t comment on it, and before Nurse Chelsea could say anything else, another woman stepped into the room. She was a tall woman with flowing blonde hair, huge boobs nearly popping out of her top, and if Chelsea looked 3 months pregnant, then the blonde certainly looked more like 5 months. “I’m Doctor Sarah Gallagher, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry for the delay. As I’m sure Nurse Chelsea explained to you, we’re just running behind today. This new Flu X has left us understaffed as well, but there’s no rest for the weary!” “It seems that even you need to take a comfort break at some point, Doctor. Do you really not feel that?” I asked, pointing to her enlarged abdomen. “I’m not a school girl who needs to rush to the lavatory to avoid wetting her knickers every time some pee enters her bladder. I cannot be bothered by such things, and thankfully I have the urine tank to prove it! I’ve been on duty for the last 30 hours without a toilet, but like I said, that isn’t a problem for me.” Doctor Gallagher replied confidently. She reached into the pocket of her medical jacket, took out a half-empty bottle of water, and finished it off before looking over my charts. When her eyes moved back to me, I told her about my experience from earlier in the day, “Nurse Jasmine told me you once lasted 40 hours on a procedure. Is that true?” Doctor Gallagher huffed, “Jasmine needs to cut that out….goodness, every time she tells that story………….It was 45 hours, and that’s not the longest I’ve ever gone. I don’t know why that one procedure stands out to her. I don’t think she understands that I have the bladder of a horse!” “You will have to teach her a lesson!” I joked, but Sarah’s reply was serious when she said, “You’re right, perhaps Jasmine will have to start working double shifts from now on….” Just then, the lights went out. The machines turned off. For five seconds all was dark throughout the hospital and I heard shouts of panic from other rooms and wings of the building. Then a low light came on and the medical machines hummed back to life. Sarah Gallagher was now looking on angrily, “Dammit! Why’d we lose power?? We’ve switched over to the emergency generators, but this is not good!” “What should we do??” Chelsea asked, trying to keep the panic out of her voice. “We need to conserve as much power as we can,” Doctor Gallagher said forcefully, reaching for a radio in her pocket, “I’m going to put the whole place on a lockdown. Nothing runs unless absolutely necessary. All the automatic doors on the floors need to be locked in the open position, elevators will have to be shut down, and we’ll have to lock our entry doors and re-route all incoming patients to another facility. No one leaves. Everyone stays on duty until we can get our normal power back.” The doctor turned to me briefly, and again her voice was serious, “You wanted to see me break 45 hours? You just might…” Then she walked briskly out of my room, with Nurse Chelsea tagging along a second later. All around I could hear the other staff milling about, trying to salvage as much of the situation as they could while keeping the patients calm. My mind was whirring – everyone stayed on duty. Bathroom breaks were not allowed. How long could FullHearts Hospital possibly function with its all-female staff put under such strain? I could tell they were some of the most dedicated and strong-bladdered women on the planet, but even they had to have limits! Alas, there was nothing I could do but lay and wait as time ticked by and bladders filled. I was ok with this. The evening wore on. The emergency lighting was dim, but I could see just well enough in my room and out into the hall. Every minute or two another nurse or doctor would flit by, scowling and shaking their heads, no doubt flustered by the sudden power outage. And what caught my eye was that every single one of them was sporting a very prominent bladder bulge. Sarah Gallagher was right – these were no school girls. These were women who knew how to hold their pee! Every time one of the nurses made their rounds and stopped in my room to check on me, I commented on the state of their bladder. Each nurse was open about talking about how badly her bladder was bursting, but they were all also equally confident about their unmatched abilities to hold it for as long as necessary. And none of them were showing any desperation anymore – not even Nurse Chelsea when she came to check on me at 10 pm with a 22 hour unrelieved bladder. She had been fidgeting 4 hours earlier, but now she was as steady as a rock (and her bladder certainly looked as hard as one!) as she monitored me and asked me a few questions relating to my condition. “Don’t you need to pee anymore? It seems that none of the ladies on staff have to go at all!” I exclaimed to her, unable to help myself. Chelsea bit back a smile, and I could see very small tears of pain coming from the corners of her eyes. So she was suffering from the strain. But her reply was simply, “We are professionals here at FullHearts Hospital. This is how we got the reputation in the medical community for being known as FullBladders Hospital. You won’t see us behaving any differently just because of the mass of urine inside us. We are grown women who can hold it, and we have to do just that during a crisis like this. If you’ll excuse me, I really do need to keep moving and check on the other patients…” Nurse Chelsea left me to my bed, while I suspected she had other reasons for wanting to keep moving besides just helping the patients. Her bladder was bulging like a globe thru her nurse’s outfit. It had to be causing her problems. Of course I thought that about every nurse and doctor I saw, especially when Doctor Sarah Gallagher walked passed my room an hour later with two other doctors at her sides. Each of them looked to be containing near a gallon in their stretched abdomens, but they all walked with a purpose and showed no signs of their urinary dilemma besides a light sheen of sweat on their foreheads. I was maddeningly aroused by the sights and sounds around me, but alas, I was in the hospital for a reason. I really was sick, and despite my best efforts, my body had had enough and I fell asleep from exhaustion sometime close to midnight. When I awoke, the clock on the far wall told me it was 10 am. Despite the fact that my body needed the rest, I couldn’t help but be disappointed. This was the best chance I’d ever have to see a group of iron-bladdered women desperate at once, and I’d let it slip through my fingers and fallen asleep. Surely I’d missed the main event by now. There was no way these women were still ho-… My mind went blank momentarily as Doctor Sarah Gallagher strode into my room. She seemed to be containing a beach ball under her outfit, but that wasn’t what it was. Sarah Gallagher was burstingly full of piss. Piss that she’d now been keeping inside herself for 46 hours. The good doctor was sweating more profusely than she had been the previous night, her eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, and she kept her legs close together as she walked and stood, but otherwise she was somehow able to compose herself normally and speak to me as if she was not mind blowingly desperate to piss. “You know, when I broke passed 45 hours, I thought of what your reaction would be…then I decided I’d better come see it in person,” Sarah told me with a smirk, “It’s not every day I have to push myself to get this full and still keep working, but unfortunately this isn’t just any other day. I have yet to hear a definitive update on our power situation.” “Are you quite sure you don’t need to relieve yourself?? What about the other girls?” I asked incredulously. “Don’t question the dedication of the staff of FullHearts Hospital. We have strong bladders and will put them to good use. You won’t see any member of the staff break down and piss while on duty, if that’s what you mean. These aching piss tanks will keep swelling as large as we need them to, and not one of them will even think about bursting.” Having given me such a rousing status update, Doctor Sarah took a minute to check on my flu, pulled out and chugged down half of a full bottle of water, then left the room, again with smaller, more pointed steps than I was used to seeing out of her. Despite her best efforts, I could tell she was dying to let loose her flood for the first time in 46 hours. At noon I was visited by Nurse Kelsey. Her bladder was round and swollen with 36 hours of piss clawing to get out. Her hair was matted to her face and forehead from sweat, and despite her very best efforts she could not stop a small tremor from continuing in her leg while she stood. Even so, Kelsey somehow managed to be totally professional as she did her checkup on me, never once wavering or halting things because of a pang from her bladder. I decided to gauge her reaction when I asked if she needed a relief, and Kelsey told me sternly, “No sir, I wouldn’t even think of it now. We FullHearts nurses know how to put our patience to the test. We’ve never had a girl lose her load on the clock and I’m not about to be the first!” As Kelsey left my room, Nurse Jasmine entered. Apparently whoever had scheduled the nurses’ rounds was a little too preoccupied with their unending need for relief, because I’d been double booked! As Nurse Jasmine ran through the same series of questions and tests that Kelsey had just administered, I noted that she was standing with her legs apart, and now there was no fidgeting coming from her. What a woman! I had to find her limits, however, so in a bit of naughtiness, I acted like I wanted to look at one of the charts she had in her hands, but ‘accidentally’ pressed on her bladder to adjust my position. The effect was instantaneous. Jasmine’s eyes went wide, her teeth clenched together as breath hissed loudly out between her lips, and her strong legs clamped right together. She did not cross them, and she did not put a hand between her legs, but I don’t know if I’ve seen someone holding back such pure pee-need. This was a girl who needed to let go in the worst way. Just from the rigidness of her posture, I could tell it was taking everything Jasmine had to keep her dam plugged up and forceful piss inside. She was quivering with the effort, her muscles tensed to the max. And amazingly, after ten seconds or so like this, Jasmine was able to relax ever so slightly as the wave of urgency I had caused her ended, and she continued as if nothing had happened. I was in awe, and after Nurse Jasmine finished checking her notes, she leaned in close and told me softly, “You’re lucky that my bladder seems to be made of steel. I haven’t had an accident since I was a little one, but there are not many girls who can withstand that sort of extra pressure after 39 hours without a toilet. You might not want to ‘slip’ anymore…” I nodded and apologized, but she cut me off, “Don’t apologize, at least not to me. No need. I can take it. Nothing’s going to make me crack, no matter how much longer we’re without power.” And so Nurse Jasmine left me with my tongue hanging out of my mouth. Around 2 pm I was visited by a redhead nurse I had only seen in passing. She introduced herself as Amy, and she had a bladder bulge that managed to almost rival Sarah Gallagher’s. Nurse Amy also didn’t appear quite as exhausted as the other ladies who had seen me today, though she was a good deal more fidgety due to her unbridled pee urges. With such a full bladder, it was a wonder she wasn’t doubled over from the pain. I asked Amy how she could be so wide-eyed and cheerful after so long on duty, and she explained to me that, with no end in sight to the power outage, the nurses and doctors had begun sleeping in some spare rooms on the top floor in shifts, just for a few hours each. She had just woken up an hour ago. I asked her how all the women were possibly managing to fall asleep with such massively full urinary organs, but Amy replied, “With how hard everyone is working to ignore their bodily urges and help our patients, we’re all dead tired by the time our break comes. Plus I’m sure we’ve all trained ourselves to fall asleep with bursting bladders anyway, for efficiency’s sake. I know I have….” Despite Nurse Amy’s confidence, I couldn’t see how this prolonged power failure could end in any way other than a hospital-wide breakdown in self-control and floods of pee eventually coating the floors. And it seemed to be already in the early stages of happening – multiple times I saw women with maxed out bladders walking passed my room, clearly going out of their minds with desperation. They were breathing heavily, clenching their fists, even clutching their pussies if they thought no one was looking. One redhead even grabbed herself to stem the oncoming tide in full view of her coworker whom she was walking with. The coworker could do nothing but shake her head sympathetically while the poor redhead fought for control of her shaking sphincter. The girl succeeded, just as every member of FullHearts Hospital had to this point, and both women continued on dryly. The redhead even began working on another bottle of water before she was out of my view. Watching all these powerful, prideful women being pushed to their limits was driving me wild, and as the afternoon wore on I felt some strength returning to me. Probably it was just the adrenaline from being in such an arousing situation, but no matter, I was going to put my newfound energy to good use. With a huff and a puff, I gingerly arose from my bed. My IV had been removed permanently the previous evening, so I was just on bedrest now. I decided it was time to explore the halls. Watching the nurses pass by my room was nice, but I was greedy. I wanted to see more! As I roamed the halls of FullHearts Hospital, the tension hung thick in the air. It was so heavy I could feel it weighing me down, surely the same way the women felt their voluminous bladders weighing down their midsections. Oh how I’m sure they wanted nothing more than to let that piss burst forth from them, let the pain subside and let themselves be comfortable again. Only their pride held them back. I saw it in each of their faces. Each woman was more determined than the last. They would all hold. They would not use the toilet, no matter how much their bladders swelled, no matter how much their sphincters ached, no matter how bad the pressure got. It was like a dream – everywhere I turned there were more desperate women, women so clearly on the total verge of urinary disaster, but still holding back their ruinous pee need through sheer willpower, sheer ego alone. Some of the stronger nurses and nearly all of the doctors attempted to straighten up and act normally when I passed by, but others couldn’t help themselves and continued clutching their thighs, rubbing their legs together, squeezing their fists into their crotches, and doing whatever sort of pee dance was needed to fight and resist the unbearable urge for seconds more, and seconds after that. On and on it went, the parade of desperate women, but more importantly, the parade of desperate DRY women. There was not one leak at FullHearts Hospital. The power outage had lasted far longer than anyone thought possible, and yet each woman’s massive bladder had been up to the task. Somehow I also couldn’t help but note that almost every woman I passed had a water bottle or a cup of coffee with her that was half-emptied. Through the carnage of bursting point bladders were three women whose urinary needs seemed less pronounced than the rest. Doctor Sarah Gallagher was still holding strongly, despite perhaps the largest and most swollen urine organ of all, tending to patients and only offering me a small smile and nod as I walked passed her. There was an Indian doctor, who told me her name was Rumi, who was managing to act fairly normal and bear the pain of a totally blown up bladder. While Doctor Gallagher’s might have been the roundest and most filled, Rumi’s was certainly protruding the furthest out from her body. It looked completely unnatural, even on her borderline voluptuous frame, such was her incredible capacity. The third girl, to my complete surprise, was Nurse Jasmine. Despite telling me on the first day that holding 40 hours would be a real accomplishment for her, the Asian wonder had contained herself for well in excess of that time, and the glower in her eyes told me she was fueled with pure adrenaline and would do everything in her power to keep the hold going. Her bladder was bulging the lowest of the three, with the rotund shape only seeming to end mere centimeters above her pussy. This suggested that perhaps Nurse Jasmine’s bladder was containing some of the most vicious pressure, as all of that pee weight was bearing down directly on her poor, overworked sphincter. But she was not complaining. She even bade me over to her once she had finished with a patient and let me touch the gargantuan, rock solid mass that was her abdomen (as long as I promised her I would not press down like I had before). “I am feeling strong today – all my training has paid off! Watch, I won’t piss before any of the ladies here!” Jasmine told me confidently. She also told it to me a bit too loudly, as a few of the other nurses overheard. However, with urine tanks full to bursting and on the verge of emptying completely, they were in no position to argue with the Asian bladder goddess, so most of them just rolled their eyes and continued with their business. I spent a long part of the afternoon strolling the halls of FullHearts Hospital. By the time I returned to my room it was 8 pm. While I had seen astonishing bursting bladders and frantic desperation, the one sight that had eluded me was that of a piss waterfall spraying out from between the legs of any of these paragons of urinary capacity. No one had cracked, no one had broken down, no one had given in, and no one’s bladders had cried out in defeat. I was nearly as desperate to see these women lose control as they were to keep their pee held in. However, I could also feel my adrenaline wearing off, and the truth was that I was still getting over the strain of Flu X that had put me in the hospital in the first place. I knew if I tried to stay up waiting for these powerful women to have an accident, I could very well pass out beforehand and miss the whole show that was to come. And so, I took a calculated risk. Though many of the women I’d seen on my travels seemed to be close to losing all control, I decided to bet on the strength and willpower of the nurses and doctors at FullHearts. My phone had been kept for me conveniently on a counter near my bedside, and I flicked it on and set an alarm for myself. I would sleep until midnight, getting just enough rest to be able to carry on the next day. These iron-bladdered women just had to hold out for 4 more hours, and then the fireworks could commence in earnest. I crossed my fingers, took a breath, and lay down on my bed to get some rest. As I lost consciousness, my last thought was hoping that I’d made the right decision. My alarm went off promptly at midnight. For a moment I gazed around with tired eyes. A second passed and suddenly I remembered my grand plan. Had I slept too long?? Had I missed the rivers of piss that would surely await me?? I gingerly rose from my bed and left my room. If the tension in the air had been thick before I went to sleep, it was positively overbearing now. Nearly every nurse I saw was walking with slow, halting steps. Most had hands caressing their brimming full bladders. Some were shaking. Some had tears in their eyes. All of them did continue to have that one undeniable thing in common – they were all dry. Not a single bladder had given way to the unheard-of strain that was now being laid upon them. It had been well over a day since the power had gone out at FullHearts Hospital, and longer still since any of these on-duty women had relieved their giant, bursting piss tanks, but somehow their dedication remained up to the task. As I continued to walk the halls, it became apparent that there was not one woman left in the hospital who wasn’t showing significant pain on her face. I even caught a glimpse of Doctor Sarah Gallagher doubling over to contain the massive load of liquid inside her. And then, finally, I turned a corner, and before my eyes the façade that no doctor or nurse at FullHearts Hospital required a restroom was destroyed. I saw a younger brunette nurse frantically rubbing her thighs together, both hands buried deep in her crotch. She was so desperate that she’d actually put her hands inside her pants to hold right against her vagina. She was moaning, oblivious to the scene she was causing and the stares of fellow nurses and patients. The poor bursting girl reached one single time for the chart she had been poring over, but was stopped by another fierce urge and had no choice but to regrip herself for everything she was worth. She did not reach for the chart again. For five minutes I watched this brunette nurse, a girl who clearly had an abnormally large bladder and ridiculous willpower, fight against the inevitable call of Mother Nature. She did everything possible to contain herself, veins sticking out on her neck, face going red and spotty with the effort, but then the dam burst. Piss spilled through her pants and onto the floor of FullHearts Hospital – the first peeing accident ever suffered by a staff member. Some of the nurses groaned loudly and held themselves as the sound splattered through the hallways. For others, this was too much! All around this one soaking, still-pissing girl, other nurses began to be overwhelmed by their bladders and the echoing sound of piss hitting the tile. Overworked bladders began to burst and soon there were at least ten nurses in a single hallway pissing away. None were doing so intentionally, all of them were trying to hold the flow back with every power they could muster, but it was no use. They had reached their limits hours ago, valiantly pushed themselves to new and greater heights, but now the defeat of one of their number pushed them over the edge. The flood of piss became deafening as so much dark yellow, musky urine was released at once. In spite of themselves, most of the nurses were moaning in pleasure from the relief, and I knew that deep down, beyond all the bravado, this is what they truly wanted – that desperate, frothing relief from their ponderous loads of long-held pee. I watched the scene unfold in a state of awe, somehow tearing my eyes away briefly from the floods of urine now cascading over the floor to note that there were a few strong ones (mostly doctors) on this level of the hospital who continued to contain themselves despite the unbridled relief that most were experiencing. As the puddles finally reached their maximum and bulging bladders deflated, I quickly made my way down to a different floor of the hospital. Had this event triggered a release of pee from any other members of the staff, I wondered. To my surprise, everyone I encountered on that lower level was still dry, still absolutely busting with piss, and still totally unwilling to let it out. But I was persistent and continued to walk and wait it out. By 1 am, an African-American nurse who couldn’t have yet been out of college succumbed to the mind-numbing, bladder-stretching pressure. Piss hissed out of her like a firehose as she fought and failed to regain control. Again I was struck by just how powerful the girl’s bladder must have been. A girl with a bladder capable of such a gusher had probably never lost control before in her life. But even iron bladders have limits, or so I was finding out. And indeed, the spherical shapes of every woman’s abdomen within 30 feet of this newest wetting girl also flattened. This time there were a few gasps and even a few shrieks as relief was finally felt for the first time in over a day, perhaps two days for some. Only the strongest of the strong were able to keep their floods locked firmly inside as the majority of women gushed piss through their uniforms and onto the cold, sopping floor. Some of the urine was so dark in color from being kept in for so long that it was nearly orange. I was mesmerized by how everything was playing out. Women whom seemed to have bladders that could hold in an ocean were finding themselves at and passed their impressive limits, exploding pee onto the floor, their clothes, and each other without the ability to stop the flow even a second longer. Again, after many minutes the myriad of pee finally came to an end. Almost unable to contain myself from what I had just witnessed, I left the dripping women to clean themselves up and returned to a different level of the hospital and my room. Just as I reached the door and entered, a woman came in behind me. I turned and saw Nurse Kelsey, bobbing up and down with a hand over her vagina. Her eyes were wide and frantic, and I recalled that this girl hadn’t taken a single piss break in over 49 hours. “Quick! Go into your bathroom! Ineedthetoilet!” she muttered desperately, motioning to the attached bathroom at the far side of my room. I was slightly confused at having been startled by Kelsey, but without hesitation I did as she said and the poor girl hobbled after me. She slammed the door shut behind her and instantly had her pants and panties around her ankles. Standing over the toilet, Nurse Kelsey let the tension leave her wracked, aching body and began to pee an incredible stream into the bowl. For five glorious seconds I watched this sexy nurse with a nearly unmatched bladder capacity gush noisily into my toilet, her slit bare before me, but then she cut the flow and nearly yelled out as it stopped. “Fucking hell, that was hard to cut off!” she yelped, continuing to grasp at her sodden vagina. “What are you doing??” I had to ask her, still unsure at what exactly had just taken place. Kelsey took a few seconds to regain her breath, and her scant bodily control, then answered, “That bitch Chelsea is still holding on! I swear her bladder is made of lead! I can’t let my sis outlast me! But I was about to pop, as you could plainly see! So I just had to let loose a little bit of the pressure, take the edge off, and now I can go on holding. No one will know a thing, because really – look at this bladder bulge! I’m still positively massive! And since I went in here with you, I can just tell any curious inquirer that I was helping you use the toilet. But listen, no one can know! If anyone finds out that I actually took a piss on duty on PURPOSE, I’ll be handed my walking papers. So please, sweetie, zip your lip about this. It’s the only relief I’ll need to take, honest!” Kelsey spoke about as quickly as anyone can say anything at all, but who was I to refuse her such a request? Especially after the show she’d just given me! I nodded my agreement and Nurse Kelsey hastily exited my room to return to her duties. No sooner had Kelsey left my vision than Nurse Chelsea sprinted into my room, hands firmly clenching her protruding abdomen. “I can’t hold it any longer! Go! Go! Go!” she cried, pointing me in the direction of the corner bathroom. ‘Twins really do think alike…’, I had time to think to myself before Nurse Chelsea nearly shoved me into the tiny room and shut the door behind us. For five seconds I was treated to an unobstructed view of Chelsea’s pissing gash, which differed from Kelsey’s only by having a small piercing over the clitoris. Then Chelsea, like her sister, cut the stream, cursing and punching her thigh as she did. I received a very similar explanation from Chelsea about how that “whore” Kelsey just had a bladder that would stretch and stretch, but Chelsea just “knew” she could beat her after this bit of relief. I decided to play nice and kept Chelsea’s secret just the same as I had kept Kelsey’s, and soon Chelsea was back to her rounds, somehow having also cut off a pee 49 hours in the making to continue on with her job. As Chelsea waltzed out of my room, only relieved in the slightest amount possible, I made another calculated decision. While the entire hospital was currently in shambles, its staff all full on bursting with urine and the majority losing their loads even as I walked to my doorway, I decided to stay within view of my room. Something was telling me I hadn’t seen the last of the twins. They surely hadn’t gotten enough relief with just 5 second jets of piss to last for long. Another partial pee would be needed to keep the rest of the pee at bay, and I wasn’t going to miss another up close and personal show! Over the next hour I witnessed a few more accidents from big bladdered ladies, their overloaded bladders no longer able to take the pounding of so many untold hours of piss any longer. Still, none but the twins had let go intentionally. Every other woman dutifully held on until the bitter end. It really was astonishing to see such a concerted display of willpower from every member of a group this size. I could only imagine the hiring process at FullHearts… At 2 am, just as I’d suspected, Nurse Chelsea returned to my doorway. “Oh please! I just need a little more! If I can let a little more out I’ll be able to outhold Kelsey by hours, I just know it!” she pleaded, and once more I found my generous side taking over and bade her to come in and use the bathroom. We closed the door and Chelsea nearly ripped her pants from the speed with which she deposited them on the floor. No sooner had Nurse Chelsea turned and sat on the toilet, giving me a lovely view of her bare rump in the process, than there was a sharp knocking on the bathroom door. “Please open up! I can’t keep all this in!” came the cries from the other side of the door. Chelsea had begun her stream, just for a half-second, and cutting it off now was clearly torturing the poor girl. However, I knew just who was calling us, and so I opened the door to reveal Nurse Kelsey, hop-scotching about with her bulbous abdomen cradled in one hand while the other was nestled firmly between her thighs. Her whole body was quivering and she was at wit’s end. “Please…..pee…..” she whispered softly, clearly using every bit of energy she possessed to hold the deluge back for mere seconds longer. Kelsey was concentrating with such vigor to hold her pee that for a few seconds I don’t think she realized I had opened the door. Chelsea had gotten up from the toilet seat and stood over it, legs shaking madly as she fought to appear undisturbed by the mammoth load she was containing while in front of her sister. Kelsey finally paused long enough to look up and take in the sight of Chelsea and me in the bathroom, but she was too desperate to care. Nurse Kelsey fidgeted her way into the bathroom with us, nearly shoving me over in a last ditch effort to reach the toilet. Chelsea, for her part, made no attempt to move from her position, standing directly over the glistening white bowl. Kelsey whimpered and I could see her begin to leak with the toilet in such close proximity. Kelsey came right up to Chelsea and tried to move her to the side, but Chelsea would not budge. Then she noticed Kelsey’s pee dribbling down her legs and suddenly Nurse Chelsea was spurting small bursts of pee into the toilet. With their faces screwed up in agony, both women tried to cut off the stream, clearly tortured by both the white hot need to urinate and the embarrassment of losing control in front of the other sister. Alas, after a monumental effort of perhaps half a minute that brought the trickles to a halt, Kelsey could hold on no longer. 50 hours of pent up piss shot out of her pussy with force. She had her pants at her knees and was trying desperately to arch her back enough to aim the firehose at the toilet below Chelsea’s legs. All this resulted in was splattering Chelsea’s lower half with piss, and that set Chelsea off. Her bladder’s floodgates opened and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Both women were standing with naked legs and vaginas visible, facing each other and letting rip absolute torrents of hot, steaming, 50 hour old piss. Some of it was managing to get into the toilet bowl, but the majority was landing on the bathroom floor and on each other. But the twins were in too much ecstasy from their relief to care, screaming out their joy from the pleasure they now felt. Neither made any attempt to move out of the way of the hard stream coming from the other’s pussy. I watched as two massive bladders deflated right before my eyes, each woman clearly holding liters and at the end her capacity’s limits. Then a figure burst into the room and began to yell. It was Doctor Sarah Gallagher, clearly coming to investigate the wild noises emanating from my bathroom. “What in God’s name is this?!” Sarah shouted, eyeing the two madly pissing women. Kelsey and Chelsea tried to straighten up and look Sarah in the face, but they were unable to do so. Their bladders still had so much more piss to empty out, and soon the two nurses sank back down into each other and continued to let their pee loose over the toilet. Sarah huffed in a fit of anger, “My goodness! What has happened to this place?? Do none of you have any control??” Sarah turned away from us and towards the door, giving me an exquisite view of her completely gargantuan bladder bulge. She was now holding back 62 hours of piss in that overinflated vessel, but somehow the doctor appeared to be in control of her waters even now. Sarah was constantly clenching and unclenching her fists, and from the low emergency lighting I could see sweat pouring down her face, but she was holding on and doing so better than the rest. Sarah began walking out of the room and was met there by Nurse Amy. There was panic in the nurse’s eyes and she had her legs squeezed as tightly as possible. As she began to speak she double crossed them even harder, “Doctor Gallagher! I heard…..a commotion….What’s….” “Oh good, Nurse Amy! It’s good to see you still as dry as ever! Why, I do believe you’re the only nurse who hasn’t…disgraced herself yet. Only I and some of the other doctors remain,” Sarah greeted her, pleased with the nurse’s efforts. The doctor shot a deadly glance back at the three of us still huddled in our pool of piss in the bathroom, but when she turned back to Amy, the bursting girl muttered, “Yes…..dry….dry….dry…” and then shrieked as she stayed dry no longer. Urine poured through her uniform, soaking it in seconds. Amy squatted down in a bid to regain control, but all it accomplished was making her piss even harder. With willpower that I didn’t know existed, Sarah Gallagher stared Nurse Amy down as she fell to the floor and continued to pee, and the doctor didn’t move a muscle. She was clearly clenching her muscles to their max, but her legs did not cross and her hands stayed at her sides. Sarah Gallagher’s bladder was a stone fortress - that much was certain. Sarah strode out into the halls, and I finally left my two piss-soaked twins to get a better view of the proceedings. “Can no one here hold in their piss for just a couple of hours??” Sarah shouted into the empty hallways before her. Those halls were filled with chatty, bursting nurses just hours before, but now the nurses had either gone to rest after their release, or they simply sauntered on with their eyes glazed over, still unable to comprehend the failure of their once-iron bladders. “There really isn’t a single nurse in this entire building who can hold it??” Sarah called out again in disgust. Then, from a corner room, a woman hobbled into view and began to walk towards Sarah. I peeked out of my room and saw that it was none other than Nurse Jasmine, looking for all the world about 7 months along in a pregnancy. She took shivering steps, but the nurse was holding strong. “I’m still holding it, Doctor Gallagher, after 53 hours. No release and no relief for me! I wouldn’t….wouldn’t even dream of it!” Nurse Jasmine stated proudly when she came up next to Sarah, though her body language belied just how remarkably desperate she was to let go of her near-endless supply of piss. Rather than excitement at finding the strongest remaining nurse, Sarah replied with indignation, “You??? YOU?!?!? Nurse Jasmine, with all due respect (she said the word with a heavy dose of sarcasm), you seem ready to pop! Why don’t you just do us all a favor and squat down here, open yours legs up nice and wide, and take that piss you’re clearly dying for. Let the real ladies keep their floods back, and you can be dismissed and find a hospital to work in where they don’t mind accident-prone women.” I couldn’t believe Sarah’s tone. Perhaps there was more to this rivalry than I knew… “I’ll show you how a true bladder queen holds it in and continues her work! Make no mistake, I am strong enough to outhold you and I will take pleasure in showing you!” Jasmine fired back, spreading her shaking legs to show off her control. Her knees wilted briefly as a particularly strong bladder spasm wracked her aching body, but the Asian nurse held firm. Sarah simply rolled her eyes and spat back, “We’ll just see about that, girlie…. Now don’t you have patients to attend to?” Sarah stalked away from Nurse Jasmine and met up with the Indian doctor, Rumi, who was coming out of an adjacent room. Rumi was sweating all over and now sported a bladder bulge that rivalled both Jasmine’s and Sarah’s, but it was quite evident the toll it was taking on her to contain it. “You’ve been holding it for what, 60 hours? Isn’t that right, doctor?” Sarah asked her, emphasizing the word ‘doctor’ to make it clear what she thought of Jasmine’s status as a nurse. Rumi nodded her head a bit too quickly, as if all her power was being used elsewhere and she had no more left to move her head at an even pace, but she did sputter out, “Yes….yes Sarah….of course….60 hours and I haven’t peed….ohhhhhh….peed a drop!” Sarah turned back to Nurse Jasmine, “See Nursey, don’t give me that ‘53 hours’ crap! Real women hold it for 60 hours and then keep waiting! Let’s go, Rumi…” Sarah walked off with Rumi struggling after her. Jasmine, now left alone, noticed me for the first time and realized I had watched the entire last few minutes unfold. “Pay her no mind. I told you, I’ve been training up for a day like this…..I just hope my bladder of steel doesn’t let me down. It’s really hurting down there!” Jasmine admitted to me, before she too left to continue her rounds. Over the next few hours, I witnessed all of the other doctors, the strongest of the strong with the largest bladders in the entire hospital, give in and piss, one by one. Each flood was more tantalizing than the last, and it was crazy to watch the reactions of these women. I doubted some of them had even felt troubled by their bladders ever in their lives before this power outage, and yet they all eventually stood in the middle of giant, sweeping puddles, their exhausted bladders finally giving up the fight after hours and days without a single drop escaping. By 9 am, the only women who remained dry were Rumi, Jasmine, and Sarah Gallagher herself. They all seemed about to crack. Jasmine was taking shuddering breaths while rubbing her agonized abdomen, tears forming in her eyes and running down her face. “60 hours….60 hours….60 hours…” she repeated to herself whenever she had breath to spare. Rumi had given up all semblance of outward control and was pee dancing wildly, scissoring her legs and squatting down at all times. She was still, despite it all, trying to move from patient to patient, but the wait of 67 hours had rendered her strong bladder control nearly useless. Sarah Gallagher was filled to her max. She was nearly like a balloon about to pop. I was seriously worried that if someone so much as touched her, the suffering woman would rupture and piss would fly everywhere. She was red-faced and oozing sweat. She would even puff out her cheeks now and again from the effort of holding, completing the balloon look. Still, after 69 long hours, this was to be expected. All three women had far surpassed any limits they thought they had. Driven by such a maniacal will to hold, I knew the only way these women would piss was if they reached total muscle failure. All three were certainly close, teetering on the edge of explosion and then convincing their bodies to contain the load for seconds longer before repeating the process, again and again, over and over. Then all three women found themselves walking towards the same patient together. Luck would have it that all of their pathways converged after all this time. Jasmine and Sarah took big breaths and somehow managed to stand straight up and walk, a stiff walk, but otherwise a walk that appeared fairly normal. Their bladders stuck straight out of their bodies and almost seemed fake, like an implant tacked on to an already perfect breast. Rumi watched the two of them do this, then tried to follow suit, arching her back and removing her hands from her quivering vagina. She succeeded for perhaps 3 or 4 seconds, and then Rumi’s thick, tender legs shook harder than they had all morning. The Indian doctor gasped and yelled out, her hands flying back to her rebelling crotch, but it was too late. Piss sprayed from Rumi like a tap on full blast. No amount of muscle strength could keep it back, and despite Rumi’s incredible efforts to regain control, she did not so much as put a dent in the flood that was erupting from her nether regions. Jasmine and Sarah immediately stopped walking and had to put their full energy, everything they had left, into retaining their own waters in the face of Rumi’s bursting defeat. The two stood stock still as fresh urine pooled at their feet, both women refusing to budge and use their hands to hold, relying on aching sphincters and pure desire only. This contest of wills was surely madness. I couldn’t tell how either one of them lasted without bursting, but their ponderous loads of urine remained firmly trapped inside their iron-strong holding tanks. After what seemed like hours, Rumi’s waterfall ran out, and no new waterfall joined it. With a sneer and a nod, Sarah Gallagher clenched up and managed to walk passed the shivering Jasmine to continue her rounds. She spared Rumi only the smallest of glances, her fellow doctor clearly having lost her respect now that her bladder had proven to have a finite capacity. When Sarah was out of sight, I saw Jasmine fight for half a minute to keep from grabbing her crotch. The urgency in her body increased by leaps and bounds without her rival staring her down, and eventually Jasmine had no choice but to bend double and clutch between her strong thighs. I knew that soon neither woman would be able to remain dry, iron bladders or not. Sure enough, as the clock continued to tick, both Sarah and Jasmine’s ability to hold began to break down. I caught Sarah furiously rubbing herself in an empty room in a last ditch effort to keep her pee shut in. No sooner had she waved me out of the room than I witnessed Jasmine leaning against a desk with her hands rooted firmly to her thighs. Her eyes were closed and she was softly telling herself, “Press it in…press it in…don’t let it out…” while her damp, sweaty hair clung to her face. Both women had pushed themselves passed any and all normal standards of holding capacity, and now both were left with nothing but obscene bladder bulges and scraps of fading willpower. Their bladders were like concrete, every second pushing and prodding against their totally tapped out sphincters, the pressure-filled orbs of urine asking – no, demanding- release from their prisons. I knew for a fact that neither woman could take any more punishment and pain without unleashing gallons of piss throughout the entire hospital, and yet each minute passed with both women proving me wrong. They took the unimaginable strain and held against it, their bodies on the verge of explosion, their minds doing everything possible not to waver from that one singular thought – hold it in! At 11 am the two women once again found themselves staring at each other face to face. It was patently obvious that the battle was about to be over. Both women were completely covered in sweat, their eyes were wide from the hurting piss inside them. Their loads of urine were screaming for exit, and neither woman’s bladder was in any shape to resist it longer. Sarah and Jasmine went eye to eye as they struggled, willpower fading into nothingness, hands now planted on their vaginas, their heavy stores of piss now right on the precipice of total eruption. “A….a nurse….nurse like you…can’t…compete with a….doctor…like…me!” Sarah spat out between nervous breaths, her voice even cracking from the effort she was putting forth. Jasmine was so close to exploding that she couldn’t even respond. She simply whimpered, maintained eye contact with Sarah briefly, and then lowered her head to put her last vestiges of concentration into refusing to let her torturous piss exit her quivering body. “71…71 hours I’ve held this in….nearly three full days! I’ve never…held it in for…three days before…” Sarah continued, saying the words as much in awe to herself as she was bragging to the suffering nurse. For a few seconds, I thought Jasmine would still be unable to respond, but then the girl lifted her head, stared back into Sarah’s eyes, and whispered, “And you won’t…..” Sarah Gallagher’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head. “How dare you! You insolent nurse! Telling me, Doctor Sarah Gallagher, that I can’t hold back a simple bodily function like peeing! I’ve got the biggest bladder in this hospital! I’ve got the strongest bladder FullHearts has ever seen! I’ve outlasted them all! You’re….you’re…..” Sarah ranted at the nurse, searching for the final word to nail down her insult. At that moment her indescribable bladder suffered a scintillating wave of urgency and cramped up harder than it ever had before. The pressure doubled, then doubled again, until it far worse than any woman could hope to withstand. Doctor Gallagher’s exhausted bladder was in full rebellion and was determined to blow out her overload of piss this very instant. Sarah yelled out as the pressure hit her, hands wrapped over her bursting pussy, but when she clenched her sphincter as she had done so many thousands of times before in these last three days, the doctor found that no strength remained. Sarah Gallagher had finally hit her maximum limit. “You’re right! I can’t hold it!” Sarah howled in desperation as a torrent of dark yellow piss exploded forth from her clenching bladder. The beautiful bulbous orb began to flatten as Sarah gushed onto the floor, her iron bladder now no better than all the rest after 71 hours of torment. After a few seconds of grasping for control, the ailing doctor slumped down, defeated at last. She had put forth so much effort to contain herself this long that she simply had nothing left, lying on the hospital floor as piss sprayed in every direction from her spewing vagina. Jasmine lost all composure when Sarah began flooding the hospital with her liters and liters of angry urine, but even when her pee dancing was at its zenith, the nurse refused to lose control of her 62 hour bladder. After nearly ten minutes, Sarah’s bladder finally ran dry. Well in excess of a gallon of pee was covering the floor between them. Then, without warning, the overhead lights began to flicker. Soon they started shining brightly. All across the hospital, light was restored and machines that had been put in standby mode whirred to life. The power had returned to FullHearts Hospital, and just in time for Nurse Jasmine. With halting steps, the desperate girl began to make her way towards the hospital’s exit. But Sarah Gallagher had regained her senses. “Where do you think you’re going, nursey?” She called to Jasmine, sitting up with anger and annoyance showing on her face. “Don’t think that you’ve proven yourself to be the best among us quite yet! You know damn well that I was holding in 9 more hours of piss than you! And I don’t think your shift is scheduled to end…until you can match it! We’ll see who the bladder queen of FullHearts really is, sweetie!” Jasmine visibly shuddered as a chill ran up her spine at the thought of holding an additional 9 hours. I was sure she’d give in right then and there and release her load, but somehow the Filipino nurse reached down into her endless reserves of willpower and summoned the effort to nod curtly. Jasmine continued walking, but she went right passed the exit doors and turned only when she reached her next patient’s room. Jasmine would have to hold until 8 pm to match Sarah’s record of 71 hours, and I knew it was going to be a tall, nigh impossible test, even for someone as strong and resilient as Jasmine. Her bladder was overloaded, totally swollen to the brim with steaming piss, and now she was being asked to bear down and contain it for a further 9 hours. I didn’t see how she could accomplish the feat. It seemed even Jasmine’s toes were curling in desperation! I knew she had to go, and bad! I watched her hobble with aching steps from room to room and realized that ‘bad’ didn’t even begin to cover how urgently Jasmine needed a relief. Somehow, the piss stayed in. By noon, Sarah and the rest of the doctors and nurses had started to undertake the monumental task of cleaning up the piss-ridden hospital. They also spared no time in launching insults and snide comments at Jasmine. I was sure that some of the nicer nurses were only doing so to come off well to Sarah, but the egos of these bladder queens couldn’t stand the fact that one of them remained dry and holding. When she was in between the ever-increasing waves of urgency, Jasmine would lob an insult right back, but otherwise she let her actions (or rather, the inaction of her frothing piss) do the talking. As the early afternoon rolled around, I began to think that Nurse Jasmine might just make it. Sure, she seemed dead tired, and her legs were now double crossed at all times, but she’d made it this far. Her mammoth bladder was bulging larger than ever, larger even than Sarah Gallagher’s was at its peak, and the force bearing down on her drained and aching sphincter had to be astronomical. I could sense that Sarah was thinking similar thoughts, because within a few minutes she had thrust a bottle of water into Jasmine’s hand with the command to “Drink, bitch!”. The bottle completed, a second one replaced it with a similar command from the doctor. On it went, with Sarah making sure to keep Jasmine pumped up with liquids, at least an extra liter every hour. For a few hours, Jasmine seemed able to stand the additional pressure. But gradually I saw her coming to her final limits. The piss would win in the end, as it always did. By 5 pm, Jasmine’s pee dancing was absolutely frantic, and by 6 pm I was sure her tired, swollen bladder would simply detonate before any more pee could be forced into it. Her bulge was obscene, her top completely unable to hide the rounded midsection. Her skin was stretched and white, and the poor nurse seemed primed to pop. The other nurses and doctors were even making pregnancy jokes at Jasmine’s expense, and all the while Sarah kept forcing more bottles of water into the Asian’s hands. “Come on, show me how strong that nurse’s bladder of yours really is! Come on, drink another one! Don’t piss it out, now! You have to hold!” Sarah taunted her as Jasmine downed yet another bottle. As the clock struck 7 pm, 70 hours into Nurse Jasmine’s incredible hold, I saw her piss urgency take a turn for the worse. She was now far passed desperation. It seemed a piss was becoming simply necessary. There was no room left in her body to contain another milliliter of urine, but her kidneys continued to pump it into her. It simply had to come out. Jasmine’s adrenaline had faded long ago, her will was in tatters, and only her muscle strength remained, but even that was on its last legs. No matter what, there is one constant for every woman, regardless of how strong they become and long they train themselves to put off the urge – every woman has to piss. Jasmine began to tremble, and I saw Sarah’s eyes glitter as she was assured of her victory. Jasmine’s trembling turned into full-body shakes as her body revolted against itself, trying to force Jasmine to blow out all her liters upon liters of torturous piss, to end this hold once and for all. Jasmine was at her wit’s end and began stamping her feet. Her hands were concreted to her most intimate parts. Her bladder began cramping violently in the face of such terrible waves of urgency. The waves all rolled together into one constant surge. Jasmine’s iron bladder squeezed for all it was worth. Pressure this high was enough to break any bladder… …except Jasmine’s. Sarah Gallagher began to howl with rage as Jasmine trembled and shook and quivered…and held on. The girl would not be defeated, not on this day. Jasmine’s interminable desperation did not cease, the waves came harder and stronger still, but Jasmine’s pee stayed locked away in her iron tankard of a bladder. Time continued to pass and finally it was 8 pm. Jasmine was free! Sarah could do nothing but shoot the Asian nurse one final look of contempt, and then Nurse Jasmine was safely out of FullHearts Hospital, walking with something resembling poise, which was an incredible feat for someone holding 71 hours of boiling urine. Without hesitation, I followed. Watching the ever-increasing desperation of everyone in FullHearts Hospital had given me a great boost, and I could safely say I was on the road to recovery and no longer needed to be there. I watched as Jasmine walked through the parking lot and found her car. She went to open the door…but nothing happened. Jasmine tried again, pulling harder, but got the same result. The door was jammed. Suddenly the total desperation came rushing back to the Filipino woman. She began clutching at herself and pacing back and forth, her desperation to let out her piss reaching uncontrollable levels. I watched in awe, waiting for the one explosion of pee that I hadn’t yet seen. Jasmine was unable to concentrate, unable to formulate any plan that did not involve opening her car door, and the door would not budge. Then I realized something else – I didn’t want to see this. I couldn’t bear the thought of Nurse Jasmine holding in her pee against all odds for so long in the hospital, outholding Sarah, only to lose her piss like any other girl in the parking lot. A true bladder queen like Jasmine deserved a toilet. And so I went to her. I turned her around, and the girl was so desperate she did not recognize me for the first moment. Then I bade her to follow me to my car. Jasmine made it to my car, but only because I put an arm under her and nearly carried her there. She could focus on nothing else but the burning desire to release her pee. I asked for directions to her flat, and she was able to mutter and point as I was on the road. We motored along at surely illegal speeds, but it was all in the name of glorious, relieving pee! Jasmine was hunched over the passenger seat, holding her belly and massaging between her legs while I offered words of encouragement. With luck, we reached her apartment and still Jasmine remained dry. Again, I helped her up the steps to her third floor place. She jiggled the key frantically for a few moments, but finally the door opened. Jasmine sped to the toilet with everything she had, but as I followed her into her apartment I did not hear the pent up spray I expected. Instead, I turned a corner and saw Jasmine, standing frozen in front of her open bathroom door and staring. There was a clock just above the door, and it read 8:30 pm. Jasmine was licking her lips, staring at her own personal toilet with an almost unfathomable lust. But she did not go in. “Three days…..” she said softly. The implication was clear. Just one half of an hour separated Jasmine from the hallowed three day mark. She would not pee before then. She would force herself to contain the overload a little longer. Then Jasmine turned to me and her face registered shock for a brief second. She had been so lost in her trance for the toilet that it was as if she had forgotten I’d brought her to her apartment. But then the memory flooded back to her, and Jasmine gave herself one more squeeze between her legs before walking back towards the kitchen. “Would you like some tea?” she asked me in a hoarse voice, the interminable strain of the day taking clear effect. Her footsteps were slow and stiff, her back was bent forward in an effort to give her bladder more room to cope with its hurting load of urine, but I allowed my host to brew and even pour out two cups of tea. We sat on her sofa and drank. I did not bother talking. All of Jasmine’s energy was focused on the clock. It was her ultimate tormentor, even moreso than her bulging bladder. The clock determined her fate. The clock determined when she could pee, and Jasmine had no choice but to hold back her impending flow just a little longer until the clock granted her permission. I swear Jasmine began to see stars as 9 pm approached. Her sphincter, rock solid only some hours before, was verging on total collapse every second. I saw her taking sharp breaths and kegeling as often as she could. Her hands stayed flatly on her trembling thighs for this final test, much to my amazement. Her bladder was swollen out and seemed to be vibrating, such was her need. The absolute urgency to urinate was driving Nurse Jasmine mad. I could see it in her face. Her thighs clenched and scissored, then scissored again. Soon her legs were in constant motion, even as she sat. Again the waves of piss need began to double and triple the pressure she felt pressing down on her aching sphincter. Her bladder began to pulse as it desperately tried to rid itself of its overload. She began to moan over and over, a low hum that gradually turned higher in pitch as her bladder’s capacity and ability to hold reached critical, impossible levels. This was Jasmine’s last power, I was certain. We had finally arrived at the bladder queen’s breaking point. And then the clock struck 9! Jasmine leapt off the sofa and flew to the bathroom. She had not seated herself on a toilet for 3 long, arduous days, and now both her bladder’s limits, and the limits of her masochism, had been reached. Jasmine pulled off her pants and threw down her panties in record time and sat down on the toilet…on her toilet. I followed as quickly as I could. I was sure that after all we’d been through in the last 3 days, she would not mind some company. And she did not, as Jasmine managed to look at me and offer one final small smile before the piss shot out of her. From the mammoth size of her bulge, I was sure Jasmine was holding at least a gallon and a half of hot, stinking piss in her overworked bladder, and now it all tried to get out of her at once. Her stream was like a downpour as it hissed wantonly into the bowl below her. Jasmine’s face, finally, showed comfort and relief. I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to feel as relieved as she surely felt letting out 72 hours, 3 full days, worth of pee all at once. Her stream did not sputter – it continued on unabated for minutes on end. I didn’t think her bladder would ever deflate, but finally her midsection began to appear flat and toned. Then the splatter of piss came to a halt. Jasmine did not drip dry. Her load of piss was forced out with such fury that she was peeing full bore one moment and was empty the next. It was an incredible sight and still more proof of the awesome urgency she was holding back for so many hours. With her telling smirk back on her face, Jasmine rose from the toilet, gave me a small kiss on the cheek, and led me to the door. “Thanks hun. Whew, I really needed that! Come back any time…” she told me playfully as I exited her apartment. I left and drove myself home in a daze. The last three days had gone by in a flash, but I knew I would never forget my stay at FullHearts Hospital. Perhaps it wasn’t too bad getting sick after all…
    8 points
  2. I knew I had a really small window. Like 20 minutes tops. So up until that window of time I began drinking up. I wanted to fill up just enough so I could have something to work with. I wasn't going for a flood, but I needed a liquid boost. The time comes and I put on my grey leggings. ... But I really don't have to pee. I make the best of it anyway. I needed to wet myself. It has been way too long since the last one, which also happened to be a quick pee. So I get the camera for a few pics and take a (crappy) video so I could take a few screenshots. Anything was better than no pics. I chose the tile floor because just looking down at my little yellow puddle excites me. After really savoring the feeling of standing there in my wet leggings, I clean up my puddle and change back into my dry jeans and stash away my wet clothes. My small window of alone time was ending soon, so I spent that time finding a few decent pics to save. About five minutes after my alone time ends the urge to pee really hits. Bummer. I should have timed it better. I wasn't about to let it all go waste. I had to do some secret pee fun of some kind. So I change out of my jeans, which ironically had gotten a tiny wet patch from an uncontrollable little leak. I put on two pairs of panties, some black leggings, and some fleece pajama pants that are black with bunnies on them. Still pretty desperate, about a 7 or 8, I sit there at home and let a few significant dribbles of pee loose. It's still pretty tight down there so far. I wiggle around a bit, giving my bladder a little jolt of extra desperation, and pee some more. The wetness between my legs is growing. The warmth is spreading. But my bunny PJs are loose so they remain dry while my panties and leggings cling and stay damp. A few more good sprays and I'm officially past damp and now sitting there in wet pants. Still secretly. If you were to feel me, you would assume I peed enough already to bring the number down some. I was at about an 8. Somehow the number didn't change at all. But I had to continue about my evening as if everything was fine, so when it came time to cook dinner, I had to stand there still really needing to pee, but not wanting to let any more pee escape. What if I can't stop now that I am standing? What if I forget that it's a secret and I grab my crotch? So the urgency is a 9 and I'm kind of doing a potty dance and pretending it's just me pacing at the counter waiting for the food to finish. At one point I do accidentally pee a little while I'm cooking. And a few minutes later I walk halfway to the bathroom while peeing an even more significant amount. But then I go back to the counter because I managed to stop peeing in my pants. Although I was kind of worried that my bunny PJs were getting wet now. All the while, me peeing myself intermittently, I don't give away my secret. After the dinner is done I give in and go to the bathroom. For one, to play it off and pee like a normal person, and for two, to relieve a bit of pressure. I only pee until I managed to regain control and stop the flow. I still wanted to wet myself again. The temptation to continue do so is very high. After dinner I sit back and chill, leaking every few minutes, descretely touching myself in hopes that my bunny PJs stay dry. So far pretty dry. I think "okay, as long as this keeps up, I'm golden" and it does. He's in his spot watching TV, I'm in my spot, secretly wetting myself and watching TV. I've done this on a smaller scale, and didn't get caught. I can do it again. Then he decides to take a shower. Yess! By now I have to pee pretty badly again. After I'm sure he is going to stay busy, I take off my bunny PJs and press my hand between my legs, the level of dampness now officially up to wet. I cross my legs tightly and relax my holding muscles and feel the hot pee beginning to creep through, but my squeezed thighs keep it from flowing freely. Still relaxed, I unclench my legs, the little flood bursts out and my skin tight leggings a go from wet between my legs to soaked and running down my thighs and dribbling onto one of my socks. I slow the flow of pee when I hear the pattering of it dripping onto the carpet. God I want to let it all gush out uncontrollably! But I can't, so I slowly continue peeing myself, feeling the hot wetness all the way down both legs, creeping up towards my bottom, just enough to stay all over myself and not get on the carpet. I stop peeing and look down at my drenched legs. Oh how badly I wanted to stand there wet and pissy for a long time! But I notice how shiny my freshly peed in leggings look and snap a picture to commemorate the excited feeling it gave me to be able to piss myself after such a long time. I hurry and stash these wet pants with the grey ones from earlier and put my bunny PJs back on and sit back in my spot just like nothing happened. Needless to say, this pants wetting was long overdue.
    5 points
  3. Sensual Control

    I've only ever tried to write two omorashi-based erotic stories, both on a different fetish site, and this is my first-ever posting of such a nature here. I'm focused almost solely on the dynamics of the play between the characters instead of the characters themselves, so there's no real character backstory or development unfortunately. But I hope it's still thrilling for what it's good for. Sorry if some of the words sound vulgar, I'm quite new at this kind of writing. This kind of story would be my own fantasy. -- Sheila was under the control of Dale and, as told, was wearing light blue panties under a short skirt. She hadn't used the bathroom at all that day as instructed by D and was currently sitting uncomfortably on a foldout chair as D ran his hands up and down her legs. A plug-in fountain was trickling in the warm room as D stroked S's trembling legs, pink from arousal though she wasn't allowed to orgasm either. Her need to pee stood at a 7/10, and D was always quick to replenish the several glasses of water and pop* he had sitting on the table. D wasn't wearing anything but a T-shirt and tight briefs, which gave him his own pressure while giving her something to concentrate on in her need. D stroked concentrated circles right outside her panties while she whimpered and drank another glass. Her hips bucked slightly as a brief wave of desperation hit her, though she kept the blue fabric dry. D noticed, causing his own body to pulsate; she made a gritting sound as if trying very hard to lift something. As gently as possible, D felt his way up one side of her crotch, and then down the other, feeling for any twitch of arousal, desperation or otherwise. He didn't let her clit feel direct satisfaction, instead putting his palm over her bladder and pushing gently. S's legs jumped up and down and she hissed with struggle and pain. She wasn't perfectly shaved, with a bit of fuzz, and D took great care to reach slightly under those panties, grab a few, and play with them, tickling her slightly. He could see a slight bump under the middle of the cotton representing her engorged clit, just as desperate to be stroked as her pee hole was to let that stream go. She was extremely turned on by holding and being controlled, orgasm-wise and bladder-wise. He could torture her for quite a while at each other's thrill. Instead of going near that cute little bump, he instructed her to slide her butt forward on the chair, causing her panties to ride up, and then, while pressing her stomach again, took her waistline and stretched it upwards, to effect a cameltoe. Then, he stroked gently up and down below that little bump, closer to her urethra than her pleasure centre. She rocked forward as if offering herself, when it was really just her desperate way of managing her need to pee. She wriggled a little, just as D's underwear did. By this point a tiny wet spot of pre-cum appeared on her panties, similar to D's on his. As punishment, he jerked her legs wider, instructed her to have some pop, and the flicked that wet clit of hers, three times. She yelped and hissed, her hips and butt wriggling around on the seat, but she held firm. Ignoring himself, D finally pulled her blue panties aside and watched for a full minute as her lips sometimes pulsated, her clit throbbing as she fought the urge to release. Telling her to drink the next glass of soda, he firmly pressed on her stomach again while watching closely to see how her crotch responded. She had firm instructions never to allow pee to hit his face (or leave her bladder for that matter) so he tested her by coming in very close and blowing on that red clit. She almost thrust herself into his face as she whimpered. Those lips pulsed tightly as she desperately tried harder to hold it all in. She was closer to a 9 now, given the soda and water, and his pressure didn't help in the least. A leaky stream briefly ran down, out from between those lips and onto the seat as her legs and hips vibrated, bounced, her crotch wriggling forward and back in agony. He flicked his tongue over that swollen clit. She almost cried out, and she bounced up and forward. Another quick leak. He slapped her across those lips, twice, and then gave another flick. She impulsively bounced back, cried out again, and a spurt left her. Spreading her wide, he found her betraying hole and jammed an index finger hard against it. She reeled. As he did this, he circle-stroked her everywhere between the legs, teasing parts of her while she strained and moaned and pulsated. More precum leaked out, and he flicked it away; his index finger couldn't stop every little spurt that fought its way out, so he took it away and slapped her entire pussy, then her stomach. Then he stopped and just watched, letting her blue underwear fall back in place, ensuring his position between her legs. She looked red, in the face and between the legs, as she continued to wriggle and breath heavily. Best to go back to playing nice. He stroked the edges of both lips as she desperately thrust her crotch forward in her struggle to stop the flow. "Okay," he decided. "Let a brief spurt out. Not more than a second's worth, as strong a stream as you can make it. Then stop as fast as you can." Obediently, she tried to do exactly that. With those blue panties still in the way, she had brief trouble relaxing her muscles, but then she started going. He pulled them out of the way, letting her warm pee soak his own underwear, then told her to stop; she petered out quickly before her whole crotch tensed up again, pink lips closing together fast. He lazily stroked her clit up and down a few times; it throbbed and grew larger as S's legs moved even more as she fought an even larger desperation from having stopped. Leaving that pink gland to throb up and down, he used two fingers to stroke her outer lips up and down while riding her warm, wet blue panties up the middle, putting pressure on that desperate clit. As usual, she gritted her teeth and sounded like she was struggling to lift a deadweight. Another spurt briefly filled her underwear; he pulled it aside, spread her open again, and rubbed her pee hole with an index finger. "Try to stop peeing now," he taunted as her spasming hit a new level; several short bursts erupted between his fingers as she cried out and rocked, wriggled, thrust and bounced. She was losing her battle. She was no doubt at a 10/10. She had another drink. D let her panties slap back against her pussy as she did her best to stop her spurts, but no matter how much she thrust backwards and tried to close her legs against him, it was very stop-and-start. He exposed her clit and began licking mercilessly, causing her to squirt both pee and cum; with the former stream hitting its max - she was edging towards orgasm - her muscles were finally spent. She peed, and, very quickly, orgasmed shortly after as D buried his face into those lips and sucked, licked and stroked in a frenzy. It was an orgasm she wouldn't forget, even if she failed her master, who was just as glad she did as he was full of punishment ideas; up to him, she wouldn't enjoy this much pleasure for another several days, no touching allowed whatsoever. Starting, naturally, after he got his own fill and they explored their sexual passion mutually together. ** *"Pop" is soft drink in Canadian vernacular. Thanks for reading, hope it was enjoyable. Unlikely I'll ever get to experience that myself, so writing is a nice escape.
    3 points
  4. I remember seeing a comic some time ago and I can't seem to find it again. The comic was with a western woman arriving home desperate and on the way to the bathroom being approached by one of her kid's friends(?) She manages to get to the toilet but drips in her panties a bit and leaves them in there. After that the same kid helps her get something from a top shelf and he looks underneath her skirt and she feels embaressed as she realizes she is not wearing panties. Maybe anyone here knows what I'm talking about?
    2 points
  5. Hey there...I was looking for a video like this for a very very long time. I love girls wetting jeans and high heels/boots and I can´t believe I found this one... The first time I saw a girl wearing lace ankle high boots - I thought that those booties are just the cutest thing to wet in. I never imagined I would actually find a video where the girl would wet in booties like that... Here it is...I love how "amateur" like it is :3 https://de.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d0d9c0192300
    2 points
  6. I was in my room tonight, talking on the phone. By the time I hung up, needed to pee. I was wearing these today, ☺️, and needed to pee. Quickly turned on phone camera. Sorry about darkness and bad camera, but caught most of it. VID_20200212_220149060~3.mp4
    2 points
  7. I’m not sure if I mentioned this, but I fucking love Argo. She’s one of if not the best canon character for me. As a result of this, because of my twisted personality, I of course ended up giving her more bullshit to deal with than I do most characters. The more I like a character, the worse off they’ll be in my work, lol. Anyway, catch you below! Sword Art Online: Of Death Games and Diapers Chapter Seven: Secrets the Rat Won’t Sell After parrying the needle attack of the wasp-like insectoid monster with her right sword, the dual-wielder called out for Asuna to step in. “Switch!” As she moved out of the way, Asuna rushed in and stabbed it through its abdomen with a swift yet severe «Linear», piercing clean through the root of its wings. The last of its HP drained, it shattered into polygonal shards soon afterwards. Asuna turned around and smiled at her party member as the black-haired girl walked up to her, sheathing her swords in one fluid motion. “Nice work. That’s the general flow of switch-out team fighting. For someone who started a total beginner, you picked it up pretty quick.” “… Thanks,” the fencer replied, taking a bit to catch her breaths. They’d gone through around fifteen different wasps in a row up to now… “You should check your looted items,” her partner said with a casual smile. “By now, it should’ve dropped.” “Oh, so you chose this quest because of that, Kii-boy? Good call.” Argo’s voice chimed in, reminding the two of them they weren’t alone. Why had she decided to tag along when she ran into them in town, anyway…? “What are you two talking about, I only got a—” Asuna stopped mid-sentence as she finally took a look at her drop list. “A sword…?” “Yep. That’s a «Wind Fleuret»,” the dual-wielder said right as Asuna materialized it in her hands. The beauty gave her ebony hair a triumphant flip before continuing. “It’s great for a fencer, weighted towards speed and precision and having bonuses to DEX and AGI. Compared to the iron shop rapiers you’ve been using up to now, it’s in its own league.” Asuna held the long, slender blade upright in her left hand, gently caressing its side with her right. “It’s beautiful…” Before the silence could go on for too long, however, Argo cleared her throat to get the raid partners to snap back to attention. “Now you just need to upgrade it in town. After all that time in the labyrinth, you must have the mats to get it to +4. I can show you a good smith.” “Ah, thank you. Um, how much will I owe you?” Asuna replied, glancing over at the informant with a nervous look. “No charge. I’m the one who owes you,” Argo asserted, smiling over at Asuna like she was… grateful. But for what? “I’m sure you’d have preferred to stay out of sight back there.” Memories of bumping into her partner right out of the bath and flashing the informant flooded back into the forefront of her mind, and her cheeks flushed bright red. She averted her eyes, trying to find the strength to speak. “… Thanks.” As soon as she finished choking the words out, the fencer found herself facing a very different kind of “flood.” Just like before at the meeting, she had to go, bad, and her bladder wouldn’t be waiting around. But… now that she thought about it… they were pretty far off from town. She probably wouldn’t make it regardless. So maybe it’d be better to just let go now, before anyone caught on…? Before she even had time to second guess herself, she began leaking. But having resigned herself to her fate by that point anyway, she relaxed her bladder on the spot. In seconds, her padded crotch was enveloped in a rush of warmth, her eyes glazing over for just a second before she remembered Argo was looking right at her. But as she continued wetting her diaper, one look at Argo’s face told her that second was more than enough. This is so embarrassing…! But Argo didn’t even point it out this time. Instead, she merely winked at Asuna with the eye opposite Asuna’s partner, as if to make sure the black-haired girl wouldn’t notice. “So, if we’re going back to town, you could use the Col from the other loot to fill out your equipment. What do you say, sensei?” “A speed-first fencer doesn’t want much metal armor slowing her down.” Those violet eyes seemed none the wiser. Had the informant just… covered up for her? Argo replied with a casual tone. “Ah, good point. Hear that? Lucky you, A-chan, you’ll have extra money!” As Asuna finished peeing and they left for town, Asuna couldn’t help but think that as long as she was surrounded by kind friends like these, maybe being stuck in diapers for the time being wouldn’t be so bad. “Much obliged!” the NPC smith said with a hearty smile. After he took Asuna’s new rapier off the anvil, cooled it with water and returned it to her, I looked over at Argo with a smile. “Looks like it worked.” She responded without even looking up at me. “So it seems.” Looking over at Asuna with an appraising gaze, she addressed the fencer with a casual tone. “It’s now a Wind Fleuret +4. How does it feel?” Her hands now holding the rapier, Asuna started using her newly-upgraded weapon to repeatedly stab at the NPC smith, constantly triggering its dialogue to ‘be careful.’ With her new, stronger weapon, Asuna’s basic thrusting now seemed around as fast as her Linear from when we first met. To think her iron rapiers were holding her back that much… “It’s much lighter now,” she said as she continued to stab at a breakneck pace. “And it doesn’t wobble anymore.” As she finally stopped stabbing that poor NPC, Argo turned to me and concluded, “She’s got a good eye for weaponry.” I smiled down at her. “No kidding. She’s a fast learner.” As I turned back to Asuna, I felt a familiar pressure starting to build. It was small for the moment, but it would be hard to ignore. I kinda… had to pee. And given my new side job with Argo, that meant I’d be wetting myself during the day for the first time in years in short order. I took a deep breath, then tried to relax my bladder, but… It’s… not coming out. After almost ten seconds, I realized it wouldn’t be so simple. Guess I probably should’ve expected this, given how all my stats were all optimal just last night, but… given the current circumstances, it was still a little annoying. I quietly sighed, realizing that mapping out these stats would be harder than I thought. But then, I heard a bell SFX and a menu popup appeared in front of me. A message. From who, though? I tapped on it and the window expanded, revealing the sender as Argo. I gave her a sideways glance before starting to read. “Trying to wet yourself in public, huh? You sure are taking our deal seriously, Kii-boy. But if you really wanna do it, there’s a trick that makes it easier.” Just as I finished reading, Asuna stopped appraising her rapier and asked us, “Can this… go up to +5?” Oh, right. The Wind Fleuret had six upgrade attempts, but… “You can’t get what you need for it on the first floor,” Argo replied almost immediately. Asuna sighed, eyes closing in resignation. “Oh… too bad. So this is the best I can do for now. Thanks anyway.” Asuna slowly sheathed her rapier before walking to the door. “I have something else to buy, so I’ll see you later. Tomorrow at ten.” After saying the time while looking me in the eyes, she walked out of the smithy. Which meant that Argo and I were now alone together. Only one thing to do, really… though I could feel my wallet getting lighter already. “So… you mentioned there being a trick?” I asked, looking over at Argo through narrowed eyes. “How much is this gonna cost me?” Argo smirked up at me. “Gettin’ right to it, eh? Well, I haven’t verified this myself, so it’s nothing to charge for, but… I’ve gotten reports that visualizing yourself letting go makes it easier to actually do it. And the more you believe you can’t hold it, the harder it becomes to, well, hold it.” Visualizing it…? Something that simple? And then belief or willpower on top of that… well, it was worth a try. I closed my eyes, relaxing all my muscles… and then began imagining myself starting to pee. Imagining it leaking out of me without restraint, imagined my Starz diaper growing warm, imagined the white stars on the shell turning yellow… ‘Pssss…’ And just like that, it actually started happening. Even now that I’d snapped out of visualizing it, the flow didn’t stop. I continued wetting myself for a good ten seconds before the flow began to slow down. When it finished, I instinctively lifted the hem of my skirt to get a look at my diaper. Looked like I wouldn’t need to change for a while, it could still hold quite a bit more. “Thanks for the show~” Argo teased, nearly making my heart beat out of my chest from shock. Right, she was still there… “You wear the same ones as A-chan, huh? What’s the story there? Is this the return of «Ladykiller King» Kii-boy?” I dropped my skirt with a sigh before crossing my arms. “You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you? Look, maybe you had the courage to play as your actual gend— forget it. Not feeding the troll.” “I mean, if I can’t sell it, I may as well have fun with it,” she replied, smirking at me with a casual shrug. Can’t sell… oh, that reminds me. I uncrossed my arms, using one of them to lift my skirt for a second and the other to point at my slightly used diaper. “Speaking of things you aren’t selling, why did you choose not to sell the fact Asuna is wearing these? Pretty sure it belongs on the whiskers tier, if not higher. You decided not to do that right after making a deal with me about mapping out the bathroom stats, too. Don’t tell me that you… no way…” Midway through me saying all that shit, I dropped my skirt as Argo stretched out the waistband on her pants to reveal… a diaper. Like my Starz drops, hers only had one tape per side, but hers was a different print, with cartoon versions of some floor one mobs on the plastic shell. And… some of them had partially faded away, with the white background yellowed, so she must’ve— She let to of the waistband, letting it snap back into place as her cheeks got a little red. “I’m not selling the reason I’m in these. I keep you and A-chan’s secrets, you’ll keep mine. We clear?” “Y-yeah…” I stammered out, trying to fight the heat in my cheeks. Considering how embarrassed both of us were at this point… how about a distraction? “Moving on, I’ve got another job for you…” As Asuna walked through the crowds of «Tolbana» glad to finally be in a fresh diaper, she got the distinct impression she was being followed. It was probably just her imagination playing tricks on her, but… she had been feeling like this ever since she bought the last piece of battle gear to switch out with the big metal equips she currently had on, per her partner’s advice. It made it even harder to search for the store she was currently looking for. Because if she was being followed by some creep, for them to see her walking into this store would be…! Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that… But then, the shop she’d been looking for for the past twenty minutes or so finally entered her field of vision. She walked up to a storefront simply named, «Elizabeth’s Secret» and breathed a sigh of relief. “Found it…!” She hurried through the door before anyone outside noticed her, then set about slowly walking through the racks of underwear of all shapes, types and sizes. Yes. The thing she’d wanted to get to end her shopping binge for the day… was underwear. She knew no one could even see it, but… Now I can finally get a bra to match these diapers she gave me… It might not have seemed important, but the fact her bra was still from her starting equipment when her diaper had such a… flamboyant design— it really bugged her. Her mom had always insisted she do it as part of “dressing properly,” and now she’d gotten self-conscious about it. She knew it was really dumb to be worrying about this a day before her life would be on the line, but she wanted her underwear to match… After wandering throughout the store, her eyes settled on a bra of bright blue color, with a white and gold lace pattern. That… was close enough. She walked up to it and found that it was the last one. She stared at it for a second, feeling like something was off, before she finally noticed. “Aaaaaaah!” Standing on the other side of the clothing rack was a familiar, whiskered face. That of an informant. The literal last person she wanted to know she was buying this. After she stopped screaming, Argo addressed her with a low voice, barely above a whisper. “I was hopin’ I’d be able to sell this,” she said, seeming to fight off a smirk. “But considering the design, you’re gettin’ it to have a matching set, right? Or as close to it as it gets. Not sure why, but… I won’t tell a soul.” Asuna’s frantically beating heart finally started to calm down after hearing those words. She grabbed the bra off the shelf, using her free hand to clutch her chest. “Thanks, but… I can’t keep owing you favors. And after all the times I’ve heard you say you wouldn’t sell my info, I’m starting to doubt you really will…” As she spoke to Argo, she noticed something mildly unsettling. Her crotch felt warm. Had she… wet herself a little when she freaked out just now? That wasn’t good… she’d have to check her bathroom stats once she had some time to herself. She had a feeling they got even worse… But then Argo did something that… well… demanded her attention. She stretched out the waistband of her pants to reveal what she had on underneath, just long enough for Asuna to see it. “Sellin’ info on this kinda stuff would be pretty rich of me, wouldn’t it? No, this is one of the kinds of info I’d rather bury, if you catch my drift.” Asuna’s cheeks flushed bright red, but in spite of her embarrassment, she had to admit the informant had a point. And also, well… the knowledge that even the game’s greatest informant shared this particular struggle of hers was… reassuring. She was grateful for the kind gestures her partner had made in wearing with her, but ever since the boss meeting, she’d felt… abnormal. Like a freak who couldn’t control herself. But if this problem was so common that even someone like Argo suffered from it, then it might’ve been a bit more normal than she thought. And that put her at ease. It laid her insecurities since the meeting to rest all at once. She still wanted to get back into normal underwear as soon as possible, but… well, at least for now, she could live with herself like this. As I waited for Argo to show up at the designated meeting point in the alley between two buildings, I couldn’t help but ponder how long I’d be in diapers for, per my agreement with her. Though I’d also made a promise with Asuna, the deal with Argo was liable to last far longer than Asuna stayed in diapers herself. I pulled up my status window to check my bathroom stats again. And just like when I did this the last time, the bladder stats had barely changed, and the bowel stats remained untouched. If I really wanted to get through this as quickly as possible, I’d probably need to start eating and drinking more often. But using my diapers more frequently would mean changing them more frequently as well, and that kind of thing would be hard to do in dungeon crawling sessions… then again, Asuna had been wearing them in the dungeon when we met, so maybe there were adequate places to stop and change out of view of passersby. Even assuming I got the process of undoing my toilet training going faster, mapping out the stats certainly wouldn’t be the end of my time in protective garments. I’d said it to Asuna before, but I’d heard horror stories about what happened to people whose bathroom stats dropped below a certain threshold. It could be next to impossible to raise them back up from zero, if what I’d heard were to believed. Wait… Argo mentioned that belief and visualization both play a role. Could they also be used to hold it and raise my stats, rather than let go and lower them? “Yo. Spacing out, Kii-boy?” Hearing a familiar nickname, I looked up, finding Argo standing in the street next to me, facing forward. “Anyway, no need to worry. Nobody plannin’ to die tomorrow would buy things like that.” The tension in my body relaxed, and I offered a laid back smile as I stepped out of the alley. “All I said… was that I wanted to know where our beautiful companion was going shopping. Here, a thousand Col.” “Thanks.” After going through my menu and sending her the money, I began walking away, determined to find some new methods to cash out on my first fifty K payout as soon as possible. I threw Argo a wave with my left hand without looking back, almost disappearing into the crowd before she called out to me. “Huh? You didn’t want to know what she bought? You might regret it.” Rather than rise to her provocation, I just kept walking. If I wanted to get some extra capital to spend sooner rather than later, there was a lot to be done to make it happen. December fourth, Sunday, at ten AM. This deathtrap started at one o’clock in the afternoon on a Sunday, on November sixth. In three hours, it’ll have been exactly four weeks since it all began. When I first realized the logout button was missing, I believed it was a bug. I figured even if it was a tough one to fix, the button would be back in a handful of minutes, an hour tops. Then, the release condition of clearing all hundred floors of Aincrad was handed out to us all by Kayaba Akihiko, clad as a faceless Game Master. At that point, I vaguely expected we’d be imprisoned for around nine months. I knew an average of a floor per day or two was expecting too much, but to have two days to scout a floor out and one to clear it seemed a bit more reasonable. But reality was harsher than that. Four weeks in, and we hadn’t even reached the second floor. Now, I could only laugh sarcastically at my naive, optimistic miscalculation. And depending on how today’s boss battle went, we might be knocked down to a situation where the time of our release stretched out so far we’d die in the hospitals long before any of us would’ve died in-game. The forty-four players currently gathered in the fountain plaza in Tolbana, myself included, could be considered the strongest fighting force we could’ve hoped for at this point, headcount aside. If it were wiped out today— no, if it were even partially destroyed, rumors of it would spread to the «Starting City» in less than a day. And if that happened, the idea that SAO is impossible to clear would spread throughout the entire first floor in a similar amount of time. Reorganizing a second force could take any length of time, if a repeat challenge against the boss ever happened again to begin with. And as far as level is concerned, we’d passed the efficiency limit for EXP on this floor several levels over by now, especially players above level ten like me. The fate of this battle, and consequently clearing the game in general, hinged on whether the boss monster, «Illfang the Kobold Lord’s» strength and abilities had changed since the beta test. If it was the boss I remembered, it shouldn’t be impossible to keep it down to zero deaths with our current levels and equipment even as a single, incomplete raid party. But… With all the changes I’ve been forced to adapt to up until now… “You’re spacing out before the boss battle. Should I be worried?” A familiar voice called out to me from my left. I turned and came face to face with Asuna, who seemed clad in lighter attire than before. Though it was kind of hard to tell with the cloak covering most of it, only revealing glances at a time as she walked over. I waved at her with a smile. “Morning, miss fencer. Seems like you took my advice seriously and got some lighter equips. Nice.” “Thanks. Your advice really helped,” she said, her casual smile becoming demure. “I can feel the difference already. I should be much faster now.” And her speed was already comparable to mine when we met… it’ll be fun to compete with her as the game progresses. At this point, though the result of the raid could be called into question, I felt reasonably confident the two of us would survive this battle, at the very least. I’d seen Asuna fight, and she got used to party battling pretty easily, so I knew we’d have good synergy in the actual boss battle. Plus, we’d likely never get a chance to touch the boss anyway unless— “Hey.” Hearing a gruff voice that could hardly be called friendly call out to me from behind, I spun around with a hint of annoyance. Standing in front of me was a familiar male player with pointy brown hair styled to conjure the image of a cactus. My body wanted to flinch back in revulsion at my bad luck running into this cuck, but I fought the instinct and stood my ground. He sure did seem to glare at me pretty hard. Was he trying to intimidate me? Because it didn’t work. What exactly was his problem? After an uncomfortably long silence, he spoke. “Listen up. Today, you two stay in back. You two are only here as support for my party.” “…” Honestly, I thought of a lot of retorts for that in a small amount of time. But none of them were worth the effort and unpleasantness of making conversation with this asshat, so I stayed silent. Plus, considering just the day before, I rejected his offer of eighty-thousand Col for my swords, and then even learned his name that he’d tried to hide for so long through proxy and hush money, this situation would be awkward to anyone with context and half a brain cell. Were the roles reversed, I wouldn’t want to step within a twenty meter radius of him. What was this guy thinking, coming over to order me around in spite of everything? And on top of all that, his attitude just now suggested he thought I should be intimidated by him. Which was asinine. My level was higher, my stats were higher, my gear was better. He sneered at me arrogantly, hatefully distorting his face even more than before, and spat one more thing out. “Be a good lil’ girl and pick off the spare Kobold scraps we let drop from the table.” Okay, fuck this silence bullshit. “Oh? Look, pal, I’m not intimidated by your tough guy act, and I don’t take orders from you,” I replied without a moment’s hesitation, eyes narrowed to slits. “Just because you didn’t get some new toys the other day, you think you have the right to act like a total ass? News flash: I don’t take shit from anyone, least of all dopey cockholsters like you. Don’t like that? Then don’t talk to me.” The last four words were delivered with a ferocity that made even the rough-and-tumble Kibaou’s eyes widen in shock. And when I rested my left hand on the hilt of my left sword to further the point, he looked between my hand and my face in silence for a good five seconds, before turning tail and fleeing back to his party without even defending himself. I just turned away from him in a huff, angry at myself for even wasting words on that meatsack. “… What was with that?” In the heat of the moment, I completely forgot Asuna was even here, much less included in the ‘you two’ that Kibaou ordered around. Her glare off into the distance was almost infinitely more intimidating than the cactus-headed prick behind me. “He’s just mad I didn’t sell him my swords the other day, so he had to try and assert dominance,” I replied without even flinching. But then, a thought occurred. Or maybe… he doesn’t want a former beta tester to prosper. If one presupposed this, then he must’ve known I was a beta tester for a while now, probably since before we ever met in person. But how did he figure it out? Beta info was something even Argo wouldn’t sell. And up until now, I’d only ever mentioned the word beta to Asuna. And Asuna figured it out too late to have been the cause. I guess Coper would know… but I saved his life, and he isn’t the type to sell out his own kind. We didn’t even discuss it before parting ways. While feeling something unpleasant in my gut, I turned back over to look at Kibaou with a speculative glare. And then, it hit me. Two days ago, Kibaou offered a ridiculous amount of money in order to buy my swords, two «Anneal Blade +6» weapons upgraded with identical specs. That was the one undeniable truth of that exchange. And he probably intended to use at least one of them in today’s boss fight. Putting aside whether he could even wield a single copy as effective as I did both of mine after all the successive upgrades they’d been through adding to their weight, his motive should’ve been clear. He wanted to show off a powerful weapon at a crucial moment to add to his influence and leadership qualities. But if that were the case, he’d definitely have spent the eighty-grand on upgrading all his equips he already had, maybe even getting some new ones. But the scale mail he currently wore and the one-handed sword on his back were the same ones he already had equipped at the first meeting. They weren’t terrible equips, but with eighty thousand Col, it should’ve been possible to upgrade to much stronger stuff given the time difference between then and now. Heck, even Asuna had filled out her equipment with things much more suited to her weapon, build and playstyle in preparation for today. Depending on the flow of today’s battle, we could die, so what point was there in keeping a large stockpile of unused resources if it ended up getting you killed? However, my time to think about all this had just ran out. Our noble blue-haired leader Diavel had arrived and hopped onto the edge of the fountain, and just started raising his fitting, knightly voice. “Okay, everyone— first off, thank you! We’ve got all forty-four members from all eight parties present!” A cheer tore through the plaza, followed by a round of applause. I reluctantly dropped my thought process for the moment and clapped along with the others. With a hearty smile for everyone in the crowd, the leader pumped his fist and shouted out again. “Honestly, I was prepared to call the entire operation off if anyone didn’t show!” he admitted, sounding somewhat sheepish. “But now I realize that even thinking these things was an insult to everyone! I’m quite happy. We’ve got the best damn raid party you could possibly want, even though the numbers are slightly short!” Some people laughed, whistled, or bumped our their fists just like him. But this was the point where I stopped going along with the crowd for a pretty simple reason. I didn’t want to find fault with Diavel’s leadership right now, but… Isn’t he getting people a little too excited? Just as too much nervousness could lead to the poison called fear taking root, too much optimism and excitement could cause negligence. During the beta period, being defeated due to overenthusiasm would be a funny story to tell a friend. But now, our situation meant that failure could lead to one or even many deaths. Being a bit uptight would be preferable to this by a longshot. While I thought these things, I looked at the other groups around me. The leader of group B, the axe user Agil, and the five people around him all had stern impressions with their arms crossed. They for sure could be counted on in a pinch. Kibaou of group E had his back to me, so I couldn’t get a read on him… I’ve still got a bad feeling about him in my gut… wait. That wasn’t just any feeling in my gut. I’d been so focused on the mysteries surrounding Kibaou that I hadn’t even noticed. I had to poop. Good thing I noticed here, rather than while we were in the field or in the dungeon. Now I could go, change and slip back into the crowd before we all left. Visualize it… I closed my eyes and tuned out the cheers all around me, and began picturing my diaper bulging out, the mess ballooning out into the seat of my pants. And just like that, it actually started happening, just like I’d been practicing with peeing since yesterday. And… oh god, I was starting to understand why Asuna had foregone food in the dungeon to avoid this… Just don’t focus on how it feels… After a good thirty seconds or so, my bowels stopped pushing, and I opened my eyes, checking the back of my skirt without thinking. Good, I still couldn’t tell. I’d gotten a tailor to lengthen my skirt a bit in preparation for this, and now I felt confident that you couldn’t see it beneath the hem. And luckily for me, these Starz diapers had a bonus effect of completely blocking out odors, so no one would be the wiser… I just had to sneak out of the crowd to change before we left town. And try to ignore how it felt to have my own solid waste affixed to me until then… Around that point, amidst the cheering of the crowd, Diavel raised both hands to suppress the cheering. His audience quieted down and readied themselves for what he had to say. “Everyone, I have one thing left to say, so listen well!” He reached down with his right hand, the drawing of his silvery sword echoing in the plaza with a ringing peal. “Let’s win!” I couldn’t help but feel the huge roar of excited war cries that ensued bore more than a little resemblance to the terrorized screams of ten-thousand I’d heard at the center of the Starting City, when the horror of what we had to do and what was at stake became crystal clear. And just like that, the number of diaper girls in the story has increased again. Not gonna lie, Kiriko and Argo being in them is nice and refreshing for me, since I was kind of getting bored just focusing on Asuna. As an aside, I’m not sure what I want the reason for Argo being in diapers to be yet. I have some ideas, but nothing which would get her bathroom stats under 500, which is the goal. Let me know via comment if you have any ideas! Anyway, I’m gonna get back to work on chapter thirteen. Catch you next time!
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  9. Fill-Me- The Human Toilet

    A story about an entirely portable toilet, and 'her' experiences with 'her' owners.
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  10. As you know, there is a serious illness in China. Many doctors and nurses fight against it. A reporter interviewed a female nurse who fights against the illness. She told that many nurses in her hospital choose to wear diapers at work, because it`s not convient for them to take off the special clothes. They have to hold pee very long. They are very admireable! By the way, for the nurses and doctors on this site, do you wear a diaper at work?
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  11. Sunday night, a friend of mine and my husband's came over to hang out and smoke weed with us. We were having a good time, sitting on my bed and chatting, passing the bowl around. I had a semi full bladder, nothing I was really worried about. In a normal situation, I wouldn't even go to the toilet at this level because I prefer to pee, even not during a hold, when I have a substantial amount to go. For reference, I was wearing pajama pants and a tshirt. Well, we got halfway through the bowl and I was feeling buzzed. I took a decent sized hit aaand I coughed. Hard. The force of the cough pushed down hard on my bladder and forced out a decent sized spurt. It stayed trapped between my pussy lips, luckily so I let it slowly dribble out from there into my panties, soaking the front of them in a pingpong ball sized wet patch. Unfortunately, I coughed again and it pushed more pee down into my urethra. My friend and my husband were concerned about my coughing but seemed not to suspect my dampness problem!! I shifted in place a little, trying to get the pee to say in and not soak into my panties. I wasn't sure they could handle much more fluid. Unfortunately, I couldn't prevent it forever. The leak gushed out and immediately soaked into my panties behind the first wet patch. More between my legs than the front. I took a moment while my husband hand my friend distracted to maneuver a towel underneath me. I couldn't risk moving much. A particularly vigorous movement to shove the towel between my legs and cover myself up with the blanket caused another spurt soak into the back of my panties but luckily, the towel protected my bed. I finally got the leaks under control and stepped away to another part of the basement (my bedroom is in the basement, for reference) to assess the damage. My undies were quite wet in the butt and gusset and a bit had gotten on my pajama pants. I hastily changed into a dress and put on a depends pullup to catch any future leaks. Because why bother going to a toilet at this point, right? I can say for sure my husband didn't notice because he would have said something. My friend may or may not have. I don't know. But she didn't mentionthe sudden change of clothing. Some part of me suspects she had an idea of what happened and kept quiet tospare my feelings but I would honestly have laughed it off. This isn't the first time I have "gotten away with" wetting my panties in the presence of another but it was fresh in my mind so I thought I would share.
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  12. My X

    I have been lucky enough to have two of my girlfriends be willing to have accidents for me knowing how much I like it. I'll see how this first story goes and if it's liked I'll tell more. Little bit of info about the girl before I start. We were both in our early 20's when we started dating. She was and still is a very attractive girl, she was average height, skinny with dark brown hair. The night of the accident she was wearing a white crop top, skintight blue jeans, and boots. We were going to a music festival in San Diego. Souther California for those unfamiliar with the name. The day was going great, we were drinking, and dancing losing ourselves in the music. There were a few stages for different artists to play and we went to the last and biggest one at the end of the venue. I'm a tall guy so I hate pushing into the crowd because I can see fine and don't want to block people, but she wanted to so we were in the middle of a big mass of people. Eventually She tells me she has to go find a bathroom and I'm obviously not going to let her go alone and I kind of have to go too so I walk with her. We find the port-o-potties and the lines are ridiculous. People are peeing on the floor around the toilets it's so bad. She looks at me and says she will just have to hold it and wants to go back to the stage. We get back into the crowd and at this point we are both fairly drunk, so we are dancing and grinding, can't keep our hands off each other type of stuff. About an hour after we tried to go to the bathroom I notice her fidgeting more than dancing. Crossing her legs and trying not to hold herself. I asked her if she was ok and she said she was fine and wanted to stay for the set. We were dancing again, me behind her, and she grabbed my hand and slowly moved it over her crotch. I felt it getting warmer and wetter. she started grinding on me harder because she could feel how much I liked it. She leaned back and whispered into my ear that she just couldn't hold it anymore. We kept dancing as she fully pissed her pants. I looked down and saw the dark area spread across her crotch and down the sides of her legs. I could feel my crotch getting warmer and wetter and didn't care, she was peeing so much that it was getting all over my pants. We danced and kissed and played with each other for what seemed like hours. Eventually it was too much to handle and we had to go back to my apartment. Of course by now I was desperate and she had become desperate again for the bathroom. She kept teasing me as we walked away that I was going to have an accident. We get outside the venue and call an Uber, the guy eventually shows up and took one look at my girlfriends wet jeans and said he couldn't give us a ride and took off. We were standing there waiting for another one when I hear splashing on the floor. I looked over and she had started to wet herself again. The already wet jeans started to get darker and darker as I watched her standing there peeing herself again. She walked up to and grabbed me, feeling how hard I was and knowing I loved what she was doing. She looked down at me and I just couldn't hold it anymore. I lost all control and she let out a gasp, she told me she couldn't believe what I was doing but never took her hand away. We kept Kissing and touching each other standing in our puddle. We got lucky that an Uber driver eventually picked us up, he said he would charge us extra because of the mess, but we were just happy to be going home. She didn't pee in the Uber because we had already learned our lesson on how expensive that is and we also didn't like to cause trouble for others unnecessarily. We just sat there touching each other in our wet pants until we got home.
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  13. When I meet new people or I am in any sort of formal situation I am often reserved and quiet as I try to sus people out. Recently I was invited to a support group for people in a similar position to me. There were about 12 of us there with lots of tea, coffee, water and juice and biscuits on the table. The meeting went on for a couple of hours as the person who arranged it wanted to get to know everyone and see if similar meetings would work. As time went on my bladder was really filling and I was discreetly leaning forwards more, crossing my ankles under my chair and moving a little more on my seat. I could see others were doing similar especially into the second hour. It was obvious that I wasn’t the only one getting rather bursting for the toilet, both male and female. What I found interesting and fascinating (and amusing) was that no-one wanted to be first to excuse themselves despite the fact we all probably needed to go by the end. When the meeting did end I seem to recall that everyone made their way to the toilets and I overheard both men and woman commenting on how badly they needed to go, which I was myself. Yet I just couldn’t seem to muster the courage to be the first to say! Is anyone else like this?
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  14. Chapter 1 Aubrey uncrossed and recrossed her legs as the bus sped down the freeway, her bladder was starting to ache now. She took a quick peek to the seat beside her to confirm that Elena was still fast asleep. She envied her college friend’s ability to seemingly fall asleep anywhere and anytime, a skill that she, over her 41 years of life, had never been able to master. She tapped her foot impatiently and looked at her watch for the 4th time in the past hour. Still a half hour to go until they got to their destination. The bus had been behind schedule ever since the start of the journey, and Aubrey’s patience was running thin. The last time she’d peed had been well over 8 hours ago, before she left her home. She had then met up with Elena for drinks, something she was now regretting, before they both made their way to the bus station, to embark on this long cross-country trip. They were going to visit Daphne, the final part of their trio. The three of them had been inseparable throughout college but Daphne had married shortly after graduation, and moved 300 miles away. They rarely got to meet anymore, and so they were all looking forward to this weekend getaway. Her overfull bladder tingled again, breaking her train of thought. Aubrey lifted her bum and crossed her legs again, smoothing her skirt as she sat back down. Her need was nowhere near an emergency yet, but the constant discomfort of her situation was putting her on edge. She pressed her thighs closer together, took a deep breath and started scrolling through her phone, she just had to wait for another twenty minutes. ***** Elena realized something was wrong as soon as she woke up, and it didn’t take her very long to piece together what it was. She needed to pee, and she needed to go very badly. Immediately she crossed her legs and tensed up, still not fully lucid she turned to the seat next to her, where her friend aubrey was busy scrolling through her phone. “How much longer till we get there Aub?” she asked, her voice a little shaky. “How convenient,” said Aubrey, rolling her eyes. “You manage to sleep through the whole trip only to wake up minutes before we get there? I envy you sometimes Elena, I really do.” Elena breathed a sigh of relief, they were only minutes away from their destination, where she would be able to pee. She started anticipating her relief as the bus pulled into the station. ***** Emmet was pretty pissed by the time he saw the bus reaching the station, his mom had already made him late for the party that he was gonna go to, by asking him to pick up her two friends and bring them home, and now the bus was nearly 40 minutes late. He took a quick glance at his watch and realized that he would be over an hour late, and Sarah would be pretty pissed. He groaned as he exited the car. He forced himself to smile as he walked toward the bus that had stopped by now. The last time he had met aunt Aubrey was nearly eight years ago now, and he didn’t even remember ever meeting aunt Elena, but his mom had assured him that he had. He unlocked his phone and looked at the picture of the two women he was picking up, since he couldn’t recall their faces from memory and he had to identify them somehow. He waited by the bus as the pressurized doors made their distinct WOOSH sound before opening up, a few people walked out before he spotted aunt Aubrey descending the steps. She wore a button down casual shirt which was tucked into her tight black skirt, revealing the shape of her hips quite nicely. A couple of buttons on the shirt were undone, showing a generous amount of cleavage. She wore sheer stockings that showed off her toned legs. Elena came next, wearing a plain white T-shirt and a tight pair of blue jeans through which he could clearly see the shape of her ass. The two women looked extremely attractive, even if they were over 40 years old. Emmet realized he had been staring and mentally chastised himself. Hoping they hadn’t noticed the barely legal boy staring at them, Emmet walked up to the two women with a smile on his face. “Aunt Aubrey?” he said a bit sheepishly as he reached the two women. Aubrey looked him over and it took a few seconds before recognition finally dawned on her, after which she smiled broadly. “Is that you Emmet?” she asked almost incredulously. “You’ve gotten so.. So big.” she exclaimed. “I recall you being a lot shorter than me the last time we met.” she was still smiling. “This here is your aunt Elena,” She continued. “You probably don’t remember meeting her since you were pretty young the last time she was here. And it's just like Daphne to send her son to do all the heavy lifting. Where is she?” “Mom is still at the hospital, she had to do a surgery today and they’re still working on the guy I think, but she’ll be back in a little while. Let me get your luggage so we can be on our way.” he said as he started walking towards the area where the luggage was. As Emmet waited for the luggaged to be unloaded from the bus, he noticed that both Elena and Aubrey looked a bit shifty. They were both had their legs crossed and were moving around uncomfortably. They talked amongst themselves for a few seconds before they walked toward him. “Would you be a dear and get the luggage in the car Emmet, we just need to visit ladies room really quickly,” said Aubrey and they both walked off without waiting for his reply. Emmet took their luggage and went back towards the car. When he saw Aubrey and Elena returning, he realizes something was still off, they both still looked a little nervous. Emmet could tell by the time they got back that they hadn’t been able to visit the restroom. Maybe there was a long line? But by how desperate the two women looked, they wouldn’t have left without relieving themselves. Emmet settled into the driver's seat and fired up the engine as the two women shuffled into the car, shifting nervously the entire while. This was building up to be an interesting ride. Chapter 2 Aubrey knew this was going to be a close thing as soon as she saw that the restrooms were closed for renovation. It was probably illegal for a bus station of this size to not have active restrooms for the travelers but she wasn’t going to start a legal battle in the bus station. She and Elena, who had also admitted her need as they exited the bus, begrudgingly made their way back to where they spotted Emmet waiting for them by the car. She got into the front seat while Elena sat in the back, but she realized soon after, that sitting down made her need much worse. “How long is the drive back.” Aubrey asked, trying to keep the concern out of her voice. She hadn’t been to Daphne’s place in a long time and didn’t remember how far it was. She hoped it wasn’t too far. “Oh, it'll take us like twenty to thirty minutes, depending on the traffic of course.” replied Emmet, as he put the car in drive. Twenty minutes. Surely she could hold on for twenty minutes? She was a grown woman of course, with teenage children of her own. It would get very uncomfortable, but she’d make it. She had to. They had only driven for about five minutes when Aubrey had to shift her stocking clad legs and lift her butt, to straighten her skirt. Sitting still was getting harder by the minute, her bladder was filling up even faster ever since she’d exited the bus, with her kidneys releasing more and more urine her need was becoming worse by the second. The tingle in her bladder was now a constant thorn in her side, something she couldn’t ignore. She lifted her butt again and crossed her legs, assuming a position that she thought would help lessen her need. As soon as she did it she realized Emmet had noticed something was up, and she cursed herself internally. “Everything alright aunt Aubrey,” he asked with genuine concern in his voice. “ Is the seat not comfortable?” Aubrey blushed, color rising to her cheeks as she realized she had been caught. She thought of coming up with a lie but dismissed the idea, coming clean. “It's just that, I need to visit the toilet, it's quite.. Urgent” she finished, blushing again. “Oh,” replied Emmet. “But didn’t you two go to the restroom when I was getting the luggage?” he asked. “We did, but they restrooms were closed since they were renovating, so we didn’t get a chance to go.” “Well it’s only a little while till we get home now, so you won’t have to wait long.” Emmet said smiling, this causing further embarrassment for Aubrey. Great, the boy knows I have to pee now. Just great. Aubrey thought to herself as the pressure from her bladder continued to increase. The thought of peeing herself as an adult was mortifying, something Aubrey wasn’t even willing to think about, so she banished it from her mind and redoubled her efforts in holding. Aubrey looked up to see that they were slowing down, since they’d hit some slow moving traffic. It took all she had to not curse out loud. “How much longer?” Aubrey bit the bullet. The boy already knew she had to go, no point in continuing to mask her desperation. “After we’re out of this traffic. Maybe 10 more minutes. Can you hold it till then Aunt Aubrey?” he asked, as if he were talking to a child. “Just please drive quicker.” she replied as color rose to her cheeks again. Being talked to in this manner was humiliating but she was in no position to argue. Emmet must have realized by now just how urgent her need was but he was powerless to do anything in the slow moving traffic. It took another five minutes for them to exit the traffic and turn onto an empty sub-urban road, but Aubrey’s desperation had gotten to an almost unbearable point by now. She had her legs constantly crossed by now and was squirming desperately in her seat. She shifted her weight from one side to the other and started rubbing her thighs together. She was nearly trembling with the pressure now and her legs were wound tightly over one another. She slid one foot out of her shoe and raised up her butt, placing a leg underneath her and sitting on her foot. None of this seemed to be helping. Emmet was driving faster now but he seemed to be taking so many turns it appeared as though they were going around in circles. Aubrey's need to urinate had gotten as bad as she could ever imagine it getting. The last time she had been this desperate was in a similar car ride when she was fourteen, that had ended in her shamefully peeing her pants in the backseat of her parents’ car, one of her most embarrassing memories to date. She did not want a repeat of that experience, especially at the mature age of 41. Her peehole was throbbing now, begging for relief. She could feel her bladder bulging as she clenched her sphincter muscle as tightly as she could, in constant fear that her urethra would at any moment, release the contents of her overfull bladder. She bit her lower lip and tried to wind herself even tighter, changing the leg she was sitting on and crossing them again, as she pressed her thighs even closer together and started moving back and forth, rubbing her butt on the seat underneath. Entirely unbothered by her efforts, her need continued to get worse. Beyond the point of caring, Aubrey jammed a hand between her legs and place two fingers directly over her peehole. Her cheeks burned red with the knowledge that she had resorted to openly holding herself with her college friend’s barely legal son on the seat next to her, but she was out of options. Aubrey was sitting on her foot now, bobbing up and down rubbing her thighs together constantly and a hand between her legs, but they still didn’t seem to be getting anywhere. In fact, Aubrey thought they had already been down this road before. Was Emmet purposefully going around in circles so Aubrey would have an accident? Why would he do that? What was to be gained from humiliating her like this? Her thoughts were cut short as she felt her bladder twinge. A single burst of hot piss managed to break through her tired sphincter muscles. Aubrey gasped as she felt the warmth of her pee soaking into the crotch of her panties. Emmet was looking over again and she could swear she saw a sly smile on his face, for just a moment. Her peehole burned with a renewed heat after her mini release and she was sure she wouldn’t be able to hold it until they got back. Looking up Aubrey saw that it was dark out, and there weren’t many people on the road. Out of options she did the only thing she thought might save her from completely wetting herself. “Please pull the car over Emmet.” She said, her voice shaking. “Are you .. are you sure?” Emmet asked, apparently taken aback by the question. “We’re only a few minutes from the house now.” “JUST PULL OVER.” Aubrey shouted , which seemed to have the desired effect as Emmet slowed the car down and moved to the side of the road. As the car started slowing down Aubrey felt another jet of piss shoot out of her peehole, the crotch of her panties got warmer before she felt the hot liquid collide with her fingers. Aubrey swung the door open even before the car had come to a complete stop and jumped out, hand still clamped between her legs she surveyed her surroundings, looking for a place where she would be hidden from view. She hadn’t found a place to pee when her bladder made the decision for her as more heat blossomed between her legs once more a strong spurt of pee escaped her peehole. She felt the crotch of her panties dampen further and the pee dribbled down her thighs, almost snaking its way to her knees. Out of both time and options, Aubrey lifted her skirt up followed by a single motion in which she yanked both her panties and stockings down, falling to a squat next to the still open car door. SHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTT The sound of piss hitting the asphalt filled the otherwise silent night and her nostrils were filled with the acidic waft of her own urine. Aubrey let out a deep moan as she continued to void the contents of her bladder on the side of the road. Steam was rising up from the puddle growing underneath Aubrey’s squatting figure and she shuddered with relief as her steady stream slowed to a trickle, before finishing fully. The force with which she’d peed had caused droplets of it to splash back onto her ass that now glistened as they dripped slowly back into the puddle at her feet. Her relief was short lived however, as she came back to her senses and realized the absurdity of her situation. So it was surprising when she turned her head, still naked from the waist down, with droplets of her own piss trickling of her ass, when she saw Emmet, her college friend’s son, pitching a massive tent in his pants.
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  15. I had a quick pee in the shower.
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  16. She just made it back to the hotel room … but not in time to get her panties down.
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  17. FMHT14

    From the album: Fill-Me- The Human Toilet

    What could this mean??? Big hmmmmm
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  18. Thank you for writing this. I have always been a fan of SAO but this brings it up to the next level. It is fantastic! P.S. I want some starz diapers too 🙂
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  19. Never saw this one before, but Im looking forward to when someone find
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  20. Argo's depiction is usually a highlight in any decent SAO-based fic I've read. Generally, if they do her justice or make her seem badass (or more badass than usual, rather!) in her endeavours, it's a barometer for how competent a character writer they are, in contrast to lazy, "she's a troll/prankster/paparazzi, lololol" approaches from the less, uh, talented authors.
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  21. Argo being padded up was not something I expected, but it is something I appreciate. I have a couple suggestions for what would degrade her stats to that degree, despite her relatively solid skills at the game and beta experience. Suggestion the First: Given her tendency to gather information through contacts and direct observation, gearing up with diapers would make for a reasonable decision in order to minimize downtime and allow for her to continue moving for longer periods without rest, increasing her overall efficiency. After a few weeks of this, and increasingly casual diaper use when the urge strikes, her stats begin to degrade, as if the game mirrors IRL continence training, going as soon as you feel the urge weakens your ability to hold, and to feel it coming on. Holding it does the opposite, naturally. Suggestion the Second: It could be something based outside of the game, and something of a comfort/familiarity thing, the reasoning for her use of diapers could easily be a continuation of a habit IRL, and that reason could be picked as appropriate.
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  22. I witnessed something similar a few years ago while working as a graduate trainee at a large UK energy company. Sitting two desks away from me was a very attractive female senior manager stuck on a long morning conference call who ended up so desperate to pee by the end that she had to very firmly announce on the call that she 'had a hard stop at 11am' because she'd had 'several cups of coffee and had been sitting there for 3 hours'. She was visibly desperate to go and was bright red in the face, leaning forwards in her chair with her thighs pressed very tightly together and her hands pushing down into her skirt, not making much effort to stop herself squirming. As soon as the call ended she threw her headset down and immediately walked very briskly to the toilets, one hand still pressing hard on the front of her skirt. Although not a wetting, I think she might have leaked a bit and if she'd had to wait much longer I might have been lucky enough to see a puddle start to form under her seat! Yes!! I do this all the time, especially in formal situations or when meeting people for the first time. Rather than be the first to excuse myself I will hold my piss to the point of extreme, bladder bursting, leaking into my boxers desperation!
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  23. As someone who is starting out getting involved in streaming and making videos for FFXIV, which is a game I play a lot and has become a big part of my life and my relationship with my girlfriend who also plays, I would never see or feel the need to "come out" to that particular audience about my fetishes. It's less that I'm embarrassed to share it or I inherently think people should keep this kind of stuff secret (I for one have a group of friends who all know I have this fetish, and everyone I've been in a relationship with has known it). It's not even like my audience couldn't figure out I'm a huge pervert. I'm not really covert about it and my character's a cat girl that I dress up in skimpy outfits. But it's just not relevant to the content I'm producing and I don't really see any potential benefits from it. Like, there's one thing sharing a personal story with your audience because you're trying to connect with them, but usually those are things that your audience can relate to or at least understand. The very definition of a fetish means that it's less relatable and harder for other people to understand the appeal of. You're not really connecting with your audience, you may unintentionally ostracize or put off people who don't want to hear about that kind of thing, and unfortunately you would be leaving yourself open for judgment from people who have no problem harassing and bullying other people for their interests behind the safety of a keyboard. I do think there are reasons for opening up to certain people about your fetish, even if they aren't people you're planning on being sexually active with. One of my best friends and I have had many interesting conversations about our differing fetishes, and we've both gained insight on our fetishes as a result. It's become a talking point and kind of a "bro bonding moment" deal, as weird as that may seem. At the very least, I do think if you plan on taking any relationship seriously, fetishes are something that need to be discussed between the two of you, even if you don't plan on making them participate in your fetish. It can definitely be intimidating to talk to your SO about that kind of stuff. Relationships always work and function the best when you can be fully open and transparent to your SO. Not saying they can't work or function without telling them, but being able to open up about yourself to them reduces a lot of stress and helps the relationship thrive. And more often than not, you'll find they're more willing to accept all of you than you might think. I've opened up about it to every one of my relationships, past and present, in the past and the worst I've gotten is "It's a bit weird." 3 out of the 4 of them were actively willing to participate in it, and even the one who wasn't didn't dump me over it. I say all of this because I saw a lot of people saying they haven't or wouldn't even tell their SO, which I not only think is a poor relationship decision, but I think it's usually born of concern or worry over how they'll react, which is usually going to be way more accepting than you think.
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  24. Definitely no padding, it'll be dark and I'll wear black jeans, but still try to hold it. I want to have a genuine accident so I might try some rapid desperation too because that seems to be The Technique. The furthest point from my house is the park with the fountain, so I think that'll be my goal. There's also some public toilets there but no way I'll use them. Might get to witness some desperate drunks dashing in from the nearby nightclub though 😄
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  25. Wet red.......

    I couldn't wait to see these panties get wet when we bought them.
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  26. i was a chronic pants\bedwetteras a kid. mom tried to shane it out of me,but i guess it backfired cz i love it now
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  27. In the saddle

    Ok so hands up, I've rather "overindulged" whilst writing this, partly in the hope that it would help me get my mind into the right place, but it may mean that what I've written makes no sense at all. That being the case, it may disappear again tomorrow for a redraft, but on the other hand it could turn out to be a work of literary genius. We shall see. “J…jus…just a minute. I’ll be out in a sec.” Katie called, hurriedly pulling her soggy undies and jodhpurs back up, wincing as the saturated fabric found its place and quickly glancing down to triple check that the outside of her pants didn’t show any trace of her shame. Satisfied as she could be given the horrible circumstances she found herself in, the young girl splashed her face to wash away the tears - never mind seeing her have an accident, nobody at the yard had ever seen her cry before as far as she could remember, and her strong and unshakable image was something she was keen to keep hold of for it had served her well. “Katie is everything ok?” Jet’s deep, rasping voice came through the door, tinged with genuine concern for her wellbeing. She’d seemed genuinely distressed out on the yard, and he was worried that she’d had a fall or some other terrible accident whilst out for her ride. Turning to flush the barely used toilet, and setting her face with an expression she hoped hid her upset and conveyed the independence she was so known for, Katie stepped forward and grabbed hold of the door handle, throwing it open purposefully and striding out to greet Jet and thank him for taking care of Spirit. She hoped she could brazen this out, but it would mean thinking on her feet for she had no plan or idea how the young man would react, what he had noticed or even really what he was like. “Jet, hey, thanks for grabbing Spirit for me back there, I just needed to…y’know…well, um…” She started out well, headstrong as ever, but Katie found herself faltering as her eyes met Jet’s and saw the deep concern and compassion within them. She wasn’t used to people giving a shit about her, nobody ever did, she’d always been one to look out for herself and take care of whatever she came up against. Now the look Jet was giving her swept her legs out from under her, left her completely disarmed, stuttering and stumbling over her words, her resolve broken and she found herself blinking back yet more tears. Who was this man who could do this to her? Seeing that she was struggling and wanting her to know that everything was going to be ok, Jet stepped forward and reached an arm around the young girls shoulders, drawing her into a warm and friendly embrace. He was conscious of not overstepping the mark, respecting her space and the fact that he was a relative stranger, but at the same time feeling compelled to comfort her in her time of need. Initially he was met with resistance, a tenseness and strength which belied her slight frame, but almost as soon as he took hold of her he felt the tension ebb away and she melted lightly into him, sighing deeply, as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders. “Katie, whatever it is that’s gotten you so worked up really isn’t worth all of that upset. It really doesn’t matter. There’s no need to say anything, just calm yourself down. We can talk later, or never at all, that’s up to you. So long as you’re not hurt?” Jet’s words soothed over Katie, and she soon felt the last of her fight leaving her. “Well, thanks Jet.” She murmured, Blushing at their closeness and sure that he will feel and likely smell her accident even if by her great fortune he couldn’t see the evidence of it. She may have been wrong footed by his caring nature, may have let her guard down a little more than she ever had before, but she was still feeling utterly humiliated by what had happened to her tonight, mortified beyond belief that it had happened in front of this handsome young stranger and distraught at the idea of him or anybody else finding out. “I…well, is Spirit Ok? Is Nancy still here? I, kinda, lost track of time out there, but I really needed to see her before she went.” Smiling at the independence shining through Katie, Jet hurriedly reassured her that Spirit was absolutely fine, bedded down in his stable with his tack hanging up ready for her and that Nancy had to shoot off, but would call her the next day to talk through everything . She’d left a set of keys with Jet for her, which he fished out of his pocket and held out for her to take, and hadn’t seemed annoyed, more amused at how often Katie lost herself in the ride completely, as although this could be inconvenient and frustrating at times it showed just how committed to Spirit and to her craft the girl had become. Thanking Jet again, Katie hurriedly made her excuses that she needed to hurry through her jobs and get home before shuffling self-consciously from the room, leaving a bewildered Jet in her wake who was trying to get his head around the whirlwind of emotions he’d just witnesses in Katie and experienced himself. “I’ll tidy up down here and then bring the keys over to you.” He called after her, spotting the bunch she’d just taken from him on the bench where she’d been stood, secretly glad for a chance to say a proper goodbye. “Give me 5 minutes, ok?”. As she walked away, Jet looked the retreating figure up and down, his eyes playing tricks on him or so he thought.
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  28. On a boat

    Another story of my ex. This takes place in late winter. We were both in our midd 20’s, and everyone was either in jeans or pants. My girlfriend had on blue ripped jeans, a white shirt and a fo leather jacket. My girlfriend, a few friends, and I were going to take a day trip to an island off the coast of southern California, Catalina. We were going to hangout for the day, drink have fun and boat back. One Of our friends has a boat so it wasn’t a big ferry type of journey. It is a few hour journey there and back so of course we have drinks going over there. We get there, have fun, the day is winding down so we hop on the boat to head back. We were all fairly drunk, except the person driving the boat of course, and about halfway home the girls start complaining they have to pee, and honestly I’m sure we all had to go fairly bad at this point. The issue was we wanted to make it back into harbor before it got dark. It was late winter so the sun was fading fast. He’s speeding and it’s basically the open ocean so it gets bumpy. Everyone is sort of bouncing around but not too violently, I’m sure you can imagine how terrible (or great for most of us I’m sure) that can be when you really have to pee. By this point my girlfriend is openly announcing that if he doesn’t stop or get there soon she was going to pee herself. A couple other girls agreed, and began saying the same. My girlfriend was looking at me and I could tell she was half teasing and half being serious because she loved to torcher me, especially when she knew I wouldn’t want people to know that it was turning me on. Hearing the three of them begging to stop and saying they were going to pee their pants was the best. At that moment my girlfriend looks at me then looks down at her lap and back to me. I see this flood escaping spilling over her thighs and running down to her knees. She had her legs closed, bust after she saw how bad it was getting she opened them and sat their fully peeing her pants. It seemed like an eternity and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was giving me the best look, it was a mix of relief, embarrassment, and naughtiness. It didn’t take long for others to notice and she played it off like she always does. She laughed and said she kept telling everyone that she was going to pee her pants what did they expect! It became a semi regular occurrence for her to have wet pants by the end of a day or night of drinking. She stood up and pretended to see how bad it was. Turning around and showing off he extremely wet ass. We joked a little more and eventually we went back to just regularly talking. Unfortunately the other two managed to hold on and make it into the harbor before they hung off the back of the boat to go. I heard later that one of them had gone enough for their to be a wet spot but she was wearing dark black and it was already dusk. Needless to say we didn’t go out to the bars with them and had to go home and “change”.
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  29. As I know some of you have noticed, because you keep e-mailing me about it, the daily free video on HD Wetting has been gone sense our database snafu a few months ago. So, for those of you who have been patiently waiting, I am very happy to let you know that the daily free video page is back! Not only that, but I have swapped out the available videos so the free videos in the mix now is 80% new content that has never been released for free before.
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  30. Heading back after a long day of shooting videos, Olivia needed to pee. So, she stopped the car, got out, and peed her pants in public. In this video Olivia intentionally wets her pants in public, standing next to a busy city street at night, with cars zooming by. She has just spent a long day shooting videos for HD Wetting and HD Diapers, but the day was finally over and she was returning to the office when she needed to pee. Not wanting to hold it, she decided to pull over and shoot one more video. Standing next to a busy street, in full view of passing cars, Olivia intentionally lets go and pees in her jeans. You can see the reflection of vehicle headlights passing by as she wets herself. After she is done peeing she says a quick “goodbye” before getting back in her car and leaving. It was just a quick, public, convenience wetting because she didn’t want to hold it.
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  31. “A true commander must have 100% control over every aspect of themselves,'' Those words rang through Tak’s head as she paced around her newly acquired second commander’s quarters. She’s been with the resisty for several years now, climbing the rank. She's next in line for the commander position, but wanted to prepare herself however she possibly could, any training that she even had heard RUMORS of commanders going through, the elites, anything. They were rumored to put themselves through everything imaginable to the point they could lead troops even with one of the greatest Irken weaknesses affecting them: their weak bladders. She paced around her quarters, circling a table in the middle, in the middle of the table was a can of Irken soda, and a small vial of clear liquid, she paused to look at it for a moment, her antennae twitching a bit in apprehension. She picked up the small glass vial and swirled the water-like substance. Holding it up to the lamp above, The label was skuffed and faded, faded to the point of illegibility. But she knew what it was, it contained a powerful diuretic, one strong enough to bring even the strongest bladdered individual to their knees.. She had gotten it from a group of smugglers that often supplied the resistance with various medicines. She put it back on the table, her antennae twitching once more, her nerves getting to her a bit, knowing that she can’t undo the effects once it’s been imbibed. She resumed her pace around the table, debating if she should even do this, maybe it was just a dumb rumor, pff, this is stupid...right? And yet, it makes sense, It is a weakness of the irken race after all…. She bit her thumb a bit. “I’m just overthinking this, it’ll be fine.” She spoke to herself, glancing to the metallic door of her room, she then turned her attention to the box of junk that used to be Mimi, who’s in a state of almost repaired, but not yet functional. She found herself wishing that she had finished that project so she could have Mimi guard the room, she had requested the day to train, however, if an emergency broke out… She grabbed the vial once again, biting her lip slightly. “Here goes nothing, I guess.” She unscrewed the cap of the vial and downed it like a shot, the taste was bitter and unpleasant. She choked it down, grimacing a bit as she placed the vial down with a small “clack”. She grabbed the soda and cracked it open, chasing the medicine down with the fizzy sweet beverage, the taste still lingered though, so she kept drinking until the taste was gone, leading to her finishing the whole can. She crumpled the can and tossed it into the waste bin next to her bed. She clambered onto her bed, “Now we wait.” But that’s much easier said than done, she laid down on her back, letting out a small sigh, looking up at the ceiling, she could hear the quiet noises of the resisty headquarters. She could hear some people chatting in the hallway of the various rooms. This chatter and background noise has given her so much more comfort than she’d ever admit, it made her feel like she wasn’t alone. She inhaled deeply, smelling the stale and re-filtered air, she has grown used to it. This felt very much like home, and once she’s ready to help lead? She will make this group unstoppable. She remembered when they found her, near death, PAK’s batteries low, she was originally kept to be ransomed off, but when the tallests turned her back on her, she was left a prisoner for a while, but they saw the potential to be a great member of the resisty in her, she wanted revenge, revenge on the tallests, revenge on Zim…just ...revenge...and that’s what they offered. As time passed, she had grown loyal to the Resisty. No matter what, however once she’s gotten her revenge, all bets were off, at least that’s what she’d tell herself. She let out a small sigh, crossing her legs a bit to get more comfortable. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand, it was still somewhat early. Not even 5 minutes had passed since she last looked. She stood up and went to the small window in her room, A perk of being in her current rank. She watched the stars go by as the resisty boarding ship drifted lazily through space, surrounded by some of the various ships the resisty has acquired through the years. Most of these ships have been out of production for years and years. She felt her bladder give a warning sign, she furrowed her brow a bit, pressing her legs together, it began. She lets out a shuddering sigh, closing the metal shutters on the window, turning around and pressing her back against the wall. She fidgeted a small bit before shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she did this for training, and training she shall do, she squeezed her legs together one more time before moving them back apart. She began some basic training stretches. It didn’t take long for her bladder to fill, it didn’t help that the stretches she was doing was putting strain on it, she winced a small bit, but kept doing them, trying to keep her legs apart unless the stretch required it. She moved onto push-ups. 1, 2, 3, 4… The up and down movement caused the contents of her bladder to jostle around, she swallowed a whimper and continued, 5, 6, 7, 8… Sweat dropped from her forehead to the floor, she could normally do push-ups without issue, but it was so much more difficult this way, 29, 30, 31, 32…. She was to do 100 of these, and she wasn’t holding up as well as she was hoping, It got bad fast, her legs felt weak and trembly, and her bladder felt painfully full, it felt like it could burst...She focused on the floor in front of her, a small puddle of sweat had pooled below her, 41, 42, 43, 44.… A whimper accidentally slipped out from her, she winced, but more because of the noise than the pressure on her bladder. The walls are rather…thin, nobody heard her though, from what she could hear anyways. She let out a sigh as she did the last push-up, she then pushed herself to using her PAK legs, wincing as her feet hit the floor, sending a jolt up through her entire being, Her legs snapped together for a moment, but she forced them back apart. She grabbed the bottom of her uniform a bit and tugged down, shifting around a bit, it was really bad, but she was going to hold on, no matter what, she squeezed her legs together once more, before letting go of her uniform and moving her legs back apart, She had other exercises to do, more training to undergo. No matter what. She was just beginning her next set of exercises when she heard the buzz of the intercom turning on, “Attention all high ranking officials, please meet up in The headship, A free Vortian settlement has requested our assistance in defending their planet from the empire. I repeat, All high ranking officials, to the control deck on the main ship!” Lard Nar’s voice rang through the scratchy and outdated communication system. She winced at it, knowing that she was one of said officials, And she’d have to pause her training, she squeezed her legs together for a second, gathering herself so she could do her duties. She was intending to do logic puzzles to ensure her mind stays clear and her decision making skills remain strong, however this will suffice. She took a deep breath and then tapped the button to open the sliding door, strolling out as if nothing was wrong, appearing calm and collected on the outside, she made her way to the teleporter room, she appears confident, yet her PAK was giving her bladder capacity warnings. She heard the ambient conversation of the other denizens of the ship, some were talking about the call over the intercom, some were discussing living on the ship, some were chatting about various topics, like the food service, their jobs, etcetera. She walked down the hall, focused just right ahead, Her antennae twitched a bit as she heard her own Pak pinging her again over her bladder, it’s a good thing she’s the only person who can hear it...right? She simply shrugged it off though, She reached the teleporter room, looking at the cylindrical glass tubes that would teleport her to any ship in the resisty armada she needed to go to. She made her way towards the largest teleporter in the middle, teleporter 27, which leads to the Headship, the StarSkipper. She stepped in and pressed the button to shut the tube, and prepared it for transportation, the panel sparked and fizzled a bit, but a firm smack to the console caused it to work as intended. With a blinding flash of purple tinted light and a loud crackle and “bzzt”, she was brought to the StarSkipper’s teleporter room, She teleported just a tad above the floor of the teleporter, dropping a few inches to the ground, sending shockwaves through her poor, painfully full bladder, she doubled over a bit at the shock, her Pak legs extended up ensure she didn’t fall over. Her legs were clenched together as tight as they possibly could, She had a death grip on the bottom of her uniform’s shirt, and was tugging down, She felt a thread or 2 pop in the woven uniform, but she didn’t care, she felt a small bit of urine spurt out past her iron defenses, she felt herself pale a bit, and her antennae dropped flat against her head. It took her awhile to regain full control, longer than she wanted it to. But she wobbly got to her feet, took a deep breath, and re-separated her legs, she quickly looked around, to ensure nobody saw her slip there, She was saved as she was alone in the teleportation chamber, maybe the others were already at the control deck? She cleared her throat and straightened herself up, smoothing her wrinkled uniform shirt and moving her legs back apart, her Pak legs retracting fully, she began walking out of the teleportation room as if nothing happened. Outside of the teleportation room was a hallway that lead to an elevator to the other decks, she made her way towards it, Passing by more teleporters and a few various maintenance rooms, she wasn’t sure what was there, but it wasn’t her destination, so it didn’t matter to her. She got into the elevator to see one of the resisty members, not high ranking, but not the lowest on the totem pole, she gives them a curt nod, they nod back, She looked over the wall of 50 buttons, before hitting the button for the floor she needed to go to, the other person was heading a deck below, so it’s just another delay to her. The other resisty member was focused on the door, not even awkward smalltalk was exchanged between the 2 as the elevator creaked its way up, the bulb flickered with a small hum, it was still providing light, but it was dim and flickering, but she didn’t really care though. She heard her Pak give another warning about fluid capacity, it was getting really, really, bad, but she refused to show any signs (ESPECIALLY since she’s not alone in the elevator). She glanced over to the screen, showing their progress in their ascent to the higher levels, they were slowing to a stop 2 decks below the one the other member was heading to. One of the higher ranking resisty members walked onto the elevator, followed by their assistant. They were one of the other ones called to the brig, She backed up to make sure they had room, and also because she didn’t like people in her personal space, The lower ranked member also backed up, and if they weren’t quiet before, they certainly are now… The elevator ride felt like it took forever, before slowing to a stop at the lower ranking member’s requested stop, they awkwardly squeezed past the higher ranking officials, their mandibles clacking together apologetically, as they went to join the rest of the janitorial crew on that floor. Leaving Tak alone on the elevator with the higher ranked alien and their Vortian companion, Who even after all these years, still eyed Tak with distrust. The elevator continued its ascent, with the distrustful Vortian assistant eyeing Tak, as if just waiting for her to strike, but Tak had other things on her mind… She felt her antennae droop, hitting the back of her head with a small clack. Her bladder throbbed, threatening to release now, yet she refused to allow herself to show even just a single sign, yet her Pak began flickering in a way the Vortian couldn’t help but notice, Tak felt a bead of sweat roll down her forehead, it didn’t help that assistant had his eyes laser focused on her. The elevator lights flickered and dimmed further, and the elevator ground to a halt between the decks. “My, how unfortunate.” The high ranking general muttered to themselves, before reaching for and pressing the call for maintenance button. Meanwhile, the assistant kept their eyes on Tak… As the general was explaining the situation to the maintenance workers, Tak was trying to stay calm, but on the inside, she’s in panic mode, her bladder was so full it hurt, and she knew it wouldn’t stop, her Pak has been giving her fluid level warnings too, so that didn’t help at all. And the worst part? She didn’t know exactly how much longer she could hold on… She bit her bottom lip, shifting her weight from side to side, glancing over to the 2 other people in the elevator, the General, a Screwhead by the name of General Fernaru, was focused on relaying the relevant information to the maintenance drones through the intercom. And his Vortian assistant, Craw G’halu, who has not stopped staring at Tak. “What are you staring at?” Tak said curtly. Furrowing her brow, and flattening her antennae even more. Normally though, she would’ve just ignored his staring, but she had no time or patience for this right now. “Well, yknow, the years of slavery would do that to you. I just will never trust an Irken...Plus, your Pak is flashing and that’s making me nervous, what’s it gonna do? What are you planning? Eh?” The cross Vortian snapped. Tak simply raised an eyebrow to the outburst, her antennae popping up a bit, ready to remind this rookie of their rank. “May I remind you, that not only is your personal superior right there, but I also vastly outrank you, and if I had ill will towards you or any of the resisty-” she squeaked a bit at the end as a little spurt escaped, her antennae flopped back and she just froze, her face heating up a bit, but managed to prevent her legs from slamming together. Craw raised his eyebrows and took a step back. “What the hell?!” He looked her up and down. Tak glared at him, but before anything else happened, General Fernaru turned around, stopping Craw in his tracks, and Tak didn’t want to fight in front of a superior, she straightened her posture a bit and cleared her throat, antennae still flattened.against her head. They all stood in an awkward silence, just waiting for the repair squad to do their job and repair the elevator… Tak shifted her weight from foot to foot, she so desperately didn’t want to give off any signs at all, but her bladder was so, painfully, full…Her breathing had become shallow, as to avoid making it worse, but she refused to let any signs show…. However, not 3 minutes later, the elevator creaked, and jerked upwards, resuming its slow ascension, Tak let out a relieved sigh, despite herself. The doors creak open, Tak nearly pushed the assistant out of her way to get out of the elevator, it was so bad, she needed to go, and now. She started to make the turn towards the restrooms on this deck, But an intercom message rang out, interrupting her. “Attention high ranking officials, the situation has turned hostile, All high ranking officials to their stations, now! Repeat: High ranking officials to the brig NOW, And soldiers, to your battle stations, Resisty protection program participants, Get to your rooms, It’s code Pergle, repeat: Code Pergle.” Lard Nar’s voice rang out over the scratchy intercom, sounding panicked, it must have gone badly.... She looked back the way she was heading to get to the restrooms for a moment, before furrowing her brow, she had a job to do, and by god, she was gonna do it, she marched down the hallway towards the control room, acting confident once more, even though her bladder was so full, it felt like it could burst at any moment…She had a job. She reached the brig, saluting her new superiors, and taking up her post, at one of the chairs, her job was to help the commander, Who was seated next to her, with a large monitor in front of them. Tak crossed her legs on the chair, trying to look casual, but in reality, it was because she was struggling to handle this, her Pak gave the dreaded final warning just then. [Fluid Waste Containment Organ is at maximum capacity and cannot hold anymore, Please make your way to the nearest restroom, The countdown has begun before the P.A.K, initiates the forced ejection of fluid waste, as to avoid unwanted damages to the organ or to the P.A.K’s sensors.] She paled a bit, eyes going wide and antennae pressed flat against her head, she frantically scanned over the room, panicking internally, she could faintly hear the countdown going down, she had 15 minutes to get out of here. She heard what happened, the planet that sent the call for aid was starting to be conquered. Off of the commander’s screen, She saw an offshoot of the Irken armada, beginning to bombard the poor planet with lasers. The commander watched, wide-eyed, Tak leaned forwards (wincing a bit at the pressure change), and pointed to the small ship hovering close to the attacking ship. “That’s the powership, the-the battery for the laser is external and the-the-the power is beamed in from a different ship.” she explained, stuttering a bit, despite herself. The artillery leader nods, sending that information to the stormer ships, that was gonna launch a counter attack. Tak pointed out the type of fleet it was, a recolonization fleet, so they were intending to wipe out the Vortians here, only to replace them with more Irkens, she pointed out the ship that had the smeets that would’ve grown to be the new inhabitants, the artillery leader nodded, giving the information to the stormer ships as well. She continued to give any information she possibly could regarding the fleet, even through the brain fog a full bladder and a stress inducing countdown could give a person. She felt another jet of urine escape while she was in the middle of a sentence, causing her to accidentally yell out the rest of it, before quickly getting to her feet, wincing at the shock of the drop. “I, Sec-Second Commander Tak, would like to request to be dismissed.” She said, saluting, her legs pressed together. Leader Lard Nar’s eyebrows raised at this, she hasn’t requested to be dismissed since she was first rescued/captured. “Second Commander Tak, is everything alright?” he asked. She nodded a bit, trying not to fidget, She saluted and waited to be dismissed. The rest of the crew murmured amongst themselves for a bit, She looked between them all, a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead, her clock rapidly clicking down. She wanted to put her hands in between her legs to try to help alleviate some of the pressure as it just hurts so bad, it doesn’t help that she’s stuck standing here, as still as can be, in front of all her superiors and some of her equals, the only person who was lower rank than her, is the assistant from the elevator, who was busy taking notes, glancing up only to look at her. “Everyone please, quiet down.” Leader Lard Nar barked out, the room went silent, “Second Commander Tak, As much as I’d like to, under code 8702-D, in order for me to grant your request for dismissal, You must present a reason.” he continued, leaning forward in his chair slightly. If her antennae could flop back further, they would be, she winced a bit, she thought over how to explain this, “Uh, I...Er...I-I was- my-my training was not completed, it’s something I desperately must attend to.” she babbled. Some of her superiors raised an eyebrow to her stammering, maybe thinking she’s lying, they began muttering among themselves again, she looked over the group, fidgeting a bit, partially from nerves but mostly because she was about 10 minutes away from actually pissing herself, She looked up to Lard Nar, awaiting his answer with bated breath. He thought it over a bit, listening to the others discuss it, keeping track of the answers, before slamming his fist down on the arm of his chair, signalling the discussion period is over. “The ayes have it, Second Commander Tak, your request for dismissal has been approved. You may go.” Lard Nar concluded after a moment. Tak let out a sigh of relief, and bowed her head, “Thank you, my leader, long live the resisty.”, She saluted and then quickly made her way out. Once she was out in the hallway, she felt her knees buckle, twisting inwards, She swallowed back a whimper, she had to get out of there ASAP. She sprinted towards the restrooms on this deck, wincing as it increased her (already very intense) need to pee, she felt a spurt slip out, dampening her pants further, she let out a yelp, hopping a bit as to continue moving forwards but also to allow her legs to snap together, she grabbed her uniform shirt, pulling down on it, causing her to hunch over further. She reached the restrooms, only to see a big ol’ “out of order” sign plastered on the restrooms, she furrowed her brow, “Oh come on!” she exclaimed, absolutely livid, She went to try the doorknob anyways, but it was locked, she kicked the door in frustration, sending a jolt through her body, causing her to leak once more, she quickly crossed her legs against each other, squeezing them to try to hold herself without actually using her hands. She had to stay like that for a whole minute for her to regain control, she winced at the lost time there, but she knew if she didn’t do that, she wouldn’t have gotten the last 6 minutes. She made her way towards the elevators, maybe she could make it back to her room, there was a restroom in there! She hobbled out into the hallway, checking to see if anyone else was around, The coast was clear so she stuck a hand in between her legs to try to hold on, She limped forth. She reached the elevator, and pressed the button to call it, shoving her other hand in between her legs as well, she hopped slightly from foot to foot, she hated that she was doing a potty dance like a smeet, but it…helped a little bit. a whine slipped from her lips, she had to pee so badly. The elevator finally arrived, empty, thank goodness. She hobbled in, and gingerly removed one of her hands from in between her legs to press the button for the teleportation deck, she put her hand back between her legs, leaning on one of the side walls for support while she waited for the elevator to descend, She bit back a whimper as she braced for the movement of the elevator. It creaked as it went down at a snail's pace, She had her eyes focused on the screen that showed what level she was on, and counted down, shifting her weight from leg to leg a bit, still leaning on the wall, she bit her lower lip to keep herself from making any noise. The elevator ground to a halt at the teleporter deck and the doors opened with a creak, She took her hands out from in between her legs and hurried out and towards the teleporter bay, not caring if anyone sees her at this point, She shoved past people in the hallways as she rushed towards the teleporters, knocking over a poor Screwhead who was mid-conversation with a Jarbinthion. “Sorry” she called back, directed at everyone she shoved, she slid a bit past the teleporter bay, but was able to stop herself from fully overshooting it, she rushed in, scrambling for teleporter 27, she practically threw herself in, slamming her fist on the door button, the glass panel squealed as the wheels ground against the metal track. It closed with a click and a beep, She hit the button to teleport, and with a blinding flash of purple tinted light and a loud crackle and “bzzt”, she was back in the ship her room is in. She pressed the button to leave, but instead, there was an error buzz. “What?! No! Let me out!” She yelled, slamming her fist on the console, and then on the button to leave again, and yet that error noise sounded again. “Come on- Help! Help!” She shouted, slamming her fists against the glass to try to get someone’s attention, desperately trying to get out, her legs buckled & gave way, leading her to falling to her knees, She lets out a yelp as the force jostled her painfully full bladder, causing her to start leaking, 2 minutes left, she realizes she can’t do this. Even if she was free by now, she would have to really rush, and it doesn’t sound like anyone heard her, she continued to scream out for someone, anyone, to help her. She felt some more pee dribble out, she was fighting a losing fight, she let out a shaky breath, she squeezed her legs as tight as she could, desperately trying to hold on, but she knew she couldn’t. 1 minute left, she yelled one last time. “Please! Please! Someone…Anyone…” her voice cracked. And then... [Initiating Forced Fluid Waste Removal...] She quickly took her hands out from in between her legs as her bladder failed her, spilling its contents, she bit back a moan. “N-no, No!” she whimpered out, still trying desperately to stop it, but she physically could not stop it, she couldn’t do anything but stare at the floor. the purple tinted puddle spread quickly on the glass floor underneath her as her tired bladder rejected its contents, reflecting the lights from the top of the teleporter, a liquid from a different source dripped into the puddle. She furrowed her brow, and rubbed one of her eyes, pulling back a wet hand, was she… No, She wet herself like a smeet…and is crying like one too. She quickly wiped at her eyes, trembling, she got to her feet to assess the damage. the puddle was...quite large, and her pants were absolutely soaked, as was a bit of the back of her uniform’s shirt, and a good half of her coat, her antennae poked up a small bit, at least she isn’t hurting anymore. She tapped the button, and almost comically, the door slid open. She furrowed her brow again, her antennae perking up in irritation, but simply just sighed, she began the walk of shame back to her room, to go get cleaned up, how embarrassing. But before she fully left, she went to the maintenance console and tapped the call button. “Teleporter pad 27 needs cleaning.”
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  32. Chapter 2 : After Party Presentations At the beginning of the night while all her roommates prepared for tomorrows class, Nadya was busy picking up outfits to wear. "Hey guys does this jeans make my butt looked big?" , she asked, "Yeah too bad", answers Bianda. "Well screw you that's what i'm looking for! Why aren't you guys dressing up anyway??", Nadya pouted and asked. "We have presentation tomorrow Nadya, this is important we already failed the mid test last time", Indah answered. "But you're all done and finished! all you have to do is come and read whatever it is you made, I know the Professor he's not a scary type" "Yeah well. . . ", Indah hesitated. Frankly she really wanna come considering it's Ladies Night at the Club and they can have everything half priced. "You know what, you're right fuck it, i'll get my blouse", Jessica went inside the bathroom. And after barely any arguments they just went up and prepared to hit the pub. Bianda wearing a tight red shirt and a mini-skirt, Indah wearing a sleeveless shirt and a green joggerpants. Nadya being the most prepared wore a Jeans and a tanktop covered with a pink Jacket. And Jessica wearing a crop top blouse and a smooth silky white pants. Their night of crazy drinking began. . . But this is not about their night. . . "BEEP ! ! ! BEEEP ! ! ! BEEP ! ! !" The alarm went off at 9.00 am Jessica's eyes open in shocked because she realised the condition she's in. "BIANDA, INDAH WE'RE LATE!!!", She shouted. Panickedly she wakes up Indah who still falls asleep in her bed. It's not hard to wake her up because she too realised what is happening and Bianda came out from the bathroom still not fully sober. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck" They all panicked and grab whatever they need (which is just a laptop) and ran through the whole campus to their class. Nadya was right though because the teacher still let them enter the class. "oh it's fine you're only 10 minutes late, come in", so they all can sit down and sigh in relief that they made it. Until Jessica feels a little sting in her bladder, she realised that she haven't had the chance to pee this morning. She grabs her crotch tightly but she doesn't want to make any big deal out of it because she felt she can control it. "You haven't pee as well?", Indah asked her while she holds her crotch as well. Turns out both of them are on the same pickle. "Yeah you think?", Jessica answered. Both of them are squirming trying their best to hold it and not make it obvious. "Jessica, can't we pee first???", asked Indah Both of them wanted to go but they can't miss their chance of presentation. They bite their lips, grabbing their crotch wiggling (as subtle as they can) to hold it in at all cost. "Okay next Indah! Jessica! you're next", The professor finally called their name. "You sure we can do this?", Indah asked "We'll finished it as quickly as possible and be gone then", Jessica whispered. They can no longer act normal, all the subtlety starts to disappear as their bladder gets more and more filled. But they still begin their presentation. Her minds keep jumbling words as she reads the presentation they both made but the only thing on their mind right now is their bladder and that one asshole who keeps making water sound with his mouth. "That's all everyone thank you for your attention", Jessica closes up the presentation. She finally felt relieved because it's finally over but she suddenly feel a bit of pee leaking on her panties. "Oh shit!" Jessica screams inside her head she tried to lean back a little to make sure nothing else come out. Indah is not doing well either, her hands never left her crotch from beginning to end. It's a very sad yet hilarious view from the student perspective. "Sir, excuse me. . . but can we go to the bathroom this is really really an emergency. . . ", Indah asked. Jessica squint her eyes trying to hold her pee as hard as she can. But she realised that she can't hold on much longer. . "oh shit, is she wetting in class again?" whisper one of the boys. "Oh of course! GO GO!" The professor realised what condition they're in. "Thank you very much sir!" They both ran out as quickly as they can. The toilet is not that far from the class, but in the condition they're in it felt like a kilometer. They're going as fast as they can but it only equals to small tiny steps at a time. almost 2 bottle of booze they drink last night are knocking directly at their crotch begging for relieve. Every single steps is a battle for their panties, every single step they have to stop and regain control of their bladder. When they enter the bathroom they're greeted with fully occupied stall. "Oh god please anyone in there be quick we're both bursting here!!!", Indah yells and knocked on the door. Jessica being in worse condition than Indah can only concentrate on not letting anymore leaked. When the door opens, Indah who's at the front door quickly enters the stall. Jessica suddenly realised this and screams, "INDAH PLEASE, THAT'S NOT FAIR I'M ALREADY LEAKING HERE!!!!". Though luck Jessica. Indah couldn't hear anything, the sigh of relief she got felt so orgasmic. "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh", she sigh as her bladder finally empties. A jet stream of piss burst out immediately, dripping through her legs. She doesn't care that her pants are not down at all, she's not even attempting any effort to get them off, to her making it on the bowl is one hell of an achievement. All the tense muscle she had relaxed and she sits on the bowl resting her head on the wall, while pee still drips through her pants. "At least i mad it in the bowl", she giggled (even though just barely of her pee went in the bowl). On the other side of the wall it's still not over with Jessica. "Dammit Indah", Jessica hobble around dancing trying to hold her now leaking piss. She sees a trash can beside the corner of the stall. "Dammit, again???" She whispered to herself. But her filled to the max bladder had no time to negotiate, She either pull her pants down and go there or bye bye clean panties. Well. . . Jessica had no time for both, she can only squat down and let her agonising pee burst out from her crotch. Her legs gave out and as she sits on top of the thrash can, pee went through her legs damping her silk pants and panties. "Ahhh. . . . fuck it", she sighed in relief Things went around for about two minutes of feeling their best relief yet. Until they realised what condition they're both in. Wet pants and a big ass puddle, at least it was in the bathroom. "Are you guys done?", Bianda appeared out of nowhere. Jessica embarrassed and shocked ask,"how long were you there?" "Just now, i know you guys are gonna have a bathroom break but i didn't know it would end like this. . .", Bianda amazed at the situation answered. "We'll i guess two bottle of booze are not a good idea to be ignored.", Indah came out from the stall with not a single part of her pants dry. "You guys still wanna go back to class?", ask Bianda. They all immediately agrees that was a bad idea, so they all decided to head back to their dorm room. Indah had to ask her friend to bring her laptop later because there is no way in hell she's going back and go through the class with a cold damp pants, the class was about to end anyways. They went through the least crowded place on the campus trying to act normal even though some people realise the massive wet patch on their pants. On the way back Jessica ask Bianda, "Wait how come you're not bursting on your way in the bathroom or the hall??" "I was wasted in our bathroom remember?", Bianda shrugs. "Oooh. . . But at least you managed to pee right?", Jessica continues "Eeeeeehhhh. . . .", Bianda kinda don't want to answer, "Not really. . ." "So yeah i haven't had time to change either so i'm still wearing my wet panties . . .", Bianda confesses "Ewwww gross!!", Indah replied. "Look i'm not fond about it either alright. Besides you're not in the position to judge" "You have a point. . .", Indah looked at her pants that's beginning to dry up. "Did you at least clean the floor??", Jessica ask. "No i was panicked as hell this morning, so i had no chance to react correctly. If i was able to clean the floor i will definitely had time to change my panties!", Bianda pouted, "Nadya is still in the dorm, she had a night class tonight. So she probably clean it already, she doesn't like dirty bathroom." As these girl with wet patches open their room and being greeted with the view inside, all of them say the same thing. "Yeaaaah, Definitely not." End of Chapter 2 __________________________________ Wow, i finally finished the chapter. I'm really sorry that it took so long from my promised time but it turns out i was biting more than i can chew. But here is the continuation of the story, I hope you guys love it. Feel free to give any advice i'm open to criticism, and tell me what you think about this or perhaps any ideas on who should the next chapter focus on and what situation would it be. Thank you everyone!
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  33. Patches 33 is on VK. I'm a noob/lurker, so I don't know if this link will work. https://m.vk.com/video237999087_168461131
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  35. I was really craving some good desperation. Wearing a pull-up (depends) at work and hold enough to burst and then regain control, only to lose control again and hope it wasn't going to leak out was part of the fun that I had. I wanted to do more, so I decided to put on a new pull-up at bedtime and then wear my fleece lined sweatpants so that when I hold again until I lose control and wet my pants, the overflow would be absorbed by my thick pants. I drank some soda, and three beers, and decided to chill out in bed. The bed had a mattress pad, the sheets, a blanket, an extra mattress pad, and then my red fleece blanket. All that plus the diaper and my thick pants should be good. When I am lying down the desperation is not the same, so I was sort of sitting up, leaning back on an extra pillow or two. The urgency and the desperation this way was so much more electrifying because gravity played a part. The muscle tightening twitches felt just as amazingly orgasmic as the last time. I was so turned on that I just had to take myself to the climactic and pissy relief. Of course it felt glorious beyond words! The hand free wet orgasm felt so naughty there pissing my diaper in bed. So incredibly good in fact that I kept forcing gushes of piss, kept teasing those overly sensitive nerves, kept making my body twitch and tingle, kept feeling that arousingly naughty bed wetting feeling. There was so much pee that it was overflowing and I did not fucking care. The euphoric high clouded my rational brain. Piss was creeping up my tummy, along my thighs, under my ass, and up my back. My pants were soaked, my shirt was wet almost all the way up my back, and most importantly for this story, my bed was soaked. That hot and pissy and post orgasmic comedown still clouded my rational brain. I needed to lie there in my warm wet pissy bed. The excitement kept me from sleep. The naughty thing that I craved so much had finally happened! So I snuggled wetly in my piss soaked diaper, my wet pants and shirt, in my pissy bed and enjoyed replaying my deed in my mind. Then my husband decides to roll close to me and put his hand under me. Fuck! That is uncommon since we have a king sized bed and since he sleeps pretty soundly. "Why's the bed wet? Get up." I get up Fuck! All of my overflowing piss missed the extra mattress pad and soaked through to the mattress pad underneath everything! He says almost nothing. I say almost nothing. I try to keep my face from making any facial expressions that give a clue as to how much I loved wetting the bed. We change the wet bedding in almost total silence. He tells me, "you usually wear a diaper." not knowing was in fact wearing one and that I pissed so extremely much that the overflow was what drenched the bed, and not knowing that I was desperately full. (grinning internally the whole time) It's the only other thing he says. I change to dry PJ's and climb into the now dry bed, and snuggle down to sleep. Before he rolls over to go back to sleep he tells me I'm grounded for wetting the bed and that I deserve a spanking. Although he's not too thrilled with me wetting my clothes or the bed, just that sentence was a tiny victory.
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  36. I am pretty sure my nightly bedwetting growing up is the reason I love all things wet today.
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  37. An age old idea. Let me know if you guys want me to continue with this story. ----- 9:30 AM. English class. Staring off into space instead of listening to the lecture. I really would like to pay attention, but I just couldn't anymore. I noticed some movement out of the corner of my eye. Three desks forward and one to the right and there's Janice's leg jiggling up and down. I looked up at her desktop to see a large but empty water bottle, and then I looked further up to see her face checking the clock. Poor girl. Still 20 minutes til break, and Mrs. Roman is notoriously harsh about letting people out during class. I felt a twinge of guilt knowing that she didn't know the half of what she was in for but the blood rushing to my boner was stronger. I watched Janice for bit. She was a cheerleader and even had her uniform on currently as all the cheerleaders did when we had pep rallies. Suddenly she crossed her legs and began bouncing them together, checking the clock again. 9:35. I wondered if she had drank that entire bottle of water since she last peed. I looked at Janice and focused. I had gotten pretty good with my newfound skills at this point, about a year after acquiring them. Yeah, you might think saving the world or something would be a better use, but the fact is that I'd end up a lab rat and I'm just not down for that. So I decided to live my life and discreetly reap the benefits of my "gift." I looked at Janice's abdomen and imagined a force forming around her bladder. I could feel it like I was holding it myself. I rocked it back and forth slightly, feeling the sloshing inside. Janice let out a tiny gasp and leaned over her desk, her hand shooting between her legs. Poor thing. Her bladder did feel as full as that water bottle. She was bursting much more than she let on. Janice checked the clock so I did too. 9:42. She must be worried about making a mess of that cheerleading uniform before the pep rally. Only 8 minutes til relief, Janice. She bit her lip. She still had her hand discreetly between her legs, surely pressed firmly against her urethra to keep the flow back. For the next 5 minutes, I sloshed and massaged Janice's bladder gently. She squirmed in her seat as I squeezed her full bladder and furrowed her brow, clearly no longer able to pay attention to class or hide her desperation. 9:47. I squeezed. I could feel a squrt of liquid exit the balloon I was playing with, surely right into Janice's panties and skirt. She grabbed herself with both hands and let out a small moan, leaning as far forward on her desk as she could. Everyone nearby turned to look and her face turned bright red. I almost felt bad but not bad enough. I squeezed again, a longer spurt this time. Janice's hand suddenly shot into the air. "Yes, Janice?" "Um, I-" She was practically trembling. I guess she was pissing herself in class currently. "Can I use the restroom please?" Mrs. Roman frowned and looked at the clock. "There's literally 3 minutes of class left! You're a big girl, you can hold it for 3 minutes." She returned to writing the homework problems on the board. Janice's face burned red. I continued to massage and play with her bladder and she squirmed and writhed in her seat desperately, surely feeling like she was on the edge of pissing herself at any moment. And she was. I could feel the amount of liquid in her bladder and the pressure must have felt enormous. I noticed her hands moving up and down, like she was now rubbing her pussy for relief. I continued to tease her, but I eased up a bit. 9:59. Janice had her bag packed already and was watching the clock ready to run to the bathroom. I felt cruel as I imagined what I was about to do. 10:00. The bell rang. Janice jumped, despite having been anticipating it, and I felt the pressure in her bladder decrease. Another spurt lost into her panties. She seemed to give her pussy one last rub and squeeze and then stood up, making a break for the door. Most students were still seated and packing up. Suddenly the unthinkable happened. "Janice, can I talk to you?" Mrs. Roman said as she began walking over from her desk, holding what appeared to be a test in her hand. Oh god, this was too perfect. Too cruel, but too perfect. "Actually Mrs. Roman I really need to-" I squeezed. Janice bent over at the waist, raising a leg to squeeze her thighs together, her hands pressing on the top of her thighs but surely wishing to be between them. "Are you okay?" Mrs. Roman asked, and reached out to touch Janice on the shoulder. I saw as Janice saw that everyone was looking now. "Yes I just-" She tried to say, but I squeezed again. A little bit, then more and more. It was time to make it all come out. Janice gasped and a dark patch could be seen forming between her legs. She seemed to stand frozen as it grew bigger and bigger, until eventually little rivers of pee began to run out from under her skirt and down her legs to the floor. She snapped out of her trance and tried to head for the door. Poor girl. She took one step and I used my powers to grab her ankles where they stood, legs spread wide. Pee began flowing like a torrential downpour out the sides of her panties and straight onto the floor, splashing loudly onto her socks and into her shoes. It was just for a second but it was enough to open the floodgates completely and as I let her go, she rushed out of the room leaving a trail of pee behind her. Her white cheerleading skirt, socks and shoes were now all wet and yellow. I looked down at my pants to find a wet spot of my own. Damn.
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  38. The papa is too powerful.
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    "Cheshire is wearing a Snuggies Waddler today, and she has to go potty very badly. First she messes her diaper, leaving a big bulge in the back. Then she floods her diaper til it's super wet. Cheshire sits on her bed in her full diaper, squeezing her bottom to see how bad the mess is. Then she crawls around her room, giving you a clear view of her very full diaper. Then she starts to get uncomfy, and begs you to let her change."
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  41. She is/ was the most beautiful girl and I want to marry her. As well as Naomi from Love Wetting. I would do anything to be friends with either of these girls! So, if either of you are reading this, contact me please!!!!!!!!!
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  42. Lightning Always Strikes Twice Victoria was always a bit in awe of her master and her master’s family. Ishtar herself was more lithely built than Victoria, a perfect image of a noblewoman. The lighting that constantly crackled across her skin, the sparks in her eyes, and the way she always floated slightly above the ground rather than walking gave away what her fine jewelry, revealing blue dress, and long white hair, done up in a ponytail, could not. She was the most powerful mage Victoria had ever met. Despite journeying around the different countries, visiting their mage guilds, colleges, and even court mages, she had never met someone that directed more magical power than her master. The woman was like a walking storm, the very air around her distorted with pure magical power. Victoria was more than a bit jealous of her. While the red haired mage’s body was much more powerfully built, she knew she stood no chance against the lightning quick strikes of Ishtar’s dagger. And while she was a powerful mage indeed, lightning running in her very blood, she knew she would never reach the height of power Ishtar held. It was not a good feeling. Her master’s family was nearly as impressive as the woman herself. Helix, her husband, was often known as the Tactical Rock. He was the weight that held Ishtar down, the confident and calm anchor in the storm that was his wife. A master tactician and warrior, he had retired to be a father, after serving as the general to one of the most celebrated warlords in the realm. His power lay more in his ability to command and inspire than his considerable combat prowess. His words carried their own magic, causing arrows and spells to strike true and warriors to fight through pain they never should have survived. Their daughter, Mistral, was a child of the winds, just as Ishtar and Victoria were of lightning and Helix was of the earth. All four women had the very essence of an element running through their blood, enhancing their affinity for its magic and extending their lifespan. Mistral looked only 16, but was in reality much older. Her long white hair was done up in a manner similar to her mothers, and she wore tight, black leather armor. She was always in motion, spiraling around in the sky or restlessly circling her mother’s head. The air around her was always alive, the wind never slowing while she was in the area. The trio was well practiced working together in battle, and Mistral used her magical powers to create areas of tearing wind for her mother to toss foes into, along with dragging enemies around and drawing their attacks towards her at all times thanks to the powerful winds constantly spirally inwards on her in combat. Despite Victoria’s jealousy, she always found the trio pleasant to deal with. Ishtar was nominally in charge, and the other two listened with little complaint. When Helix spoke with authority, however, even Ishtar listened. Victoria could feel the magical weight of his words, but she doubted that was enough to make the fierce woman obey. There was little fighting, as they always listened as appropriate and Victoria did not dare to disobey either of the parents. All too often they made her feel like a little girl, and she hated it. The team of four had been hunting demons across the continent for months. But they were still spreading more and more, and few others seemed aware of the threat. Soon, Ishtar and her family would be forced to retreat to their home country and stave off demon attacks there. They could no longer afford to fly around the country, looking for the biggest concentrations of demons. The countries armies were faltering under demonic assault, and they would need Helix’s prowess and Ishtar’s lightning to defend it soon. So Victoria had been instructed to take her leave when they did return. There was talk of the Creator finally dispensing magic to his followers to deal with the demons. A powerful priestess of his, known as the Saint was getting ready to join their cause against demons, and Victoria was to aide her with taking up where they left off. But before they disbanded, they had one more location to take care of. Gehenna, the capital of one of the largest countries on the continent, was said to be overrun with demons. So they flew, traversing the distance in half the time a bird or dragon might, the winds carrying them swiftly. When they arrived, the saw a horrific sight. The capital city itself was overrun with demons. Hundreds of the animalistic creatures could be spotted in the streets below, and a veritable army of enslaved guards joined them, all sporting thoroughly soiled armor. Already a barrage of arrows rose up from the walls to meet the new arrivals, but the powerful barrier of wind around Mistral discouraged any from reaching them, even the ballista rounds unable to penetrate the barrier. What did reach them, however, was a powerful demonic aura. All three women felt the sudden pressure to relieve themselves, despite having done so before arriving at the city. This was one thing Victoria was better at, at least. The redheaded mage was able to stay calm and composed despite the now pressing need to relieve herself. Mistral, on the other hand, already pressed a hand in her crotch. “Mom, this is so much worse than usual…I don’t know if I can hold it…” “Just hold it. You’ll be fine.” Ishtar replied curtly. She was clearly struggling herself, her legs trembling even if she refused to hold herself. She looked nervously over at Helix, who smiled and placed his hand comfortingly on her shoulder. “I will protect you.” he said calmly. Ishtar nodded, looking a bit more reassured. Victoria had to agree with Mistral, this was much worse than usual. Whatever was down there was a very powerful demon indeed. The need was significantly worse than usual at this range, perhaps there were multiple? The need to wonder was quickly removed, however, as a pair of figures rose to meet the hovering family. One was dressed in full, ornate pitch black plate armor. They stood twice the size of a normal human, carrying a tower shield of similar pure black metal in one hand and easily hefting a greatsword of the same metal in the other. The weapon itself was inscribed with a variety of deadly looking runes, glowing a menacing red. Nothing much was visible of the demon knight’s features, save for glowing red eyes peering out of the great helm and long red hair flowing out the back of the helmet. The knight’s helm carried a glowing white demonic rune on it, which Helix later revealed to Victoria meant obey. Another powerful demoness under the first one control for some reason, he had theorized. The second figure was a bit more normal sized, a horned woman with lengthy blue hair and a pair of nasty looking swords in her hands. She was dressed in a very skimpy outfit, with a tight black leather top that exposed most of her breasts and her midriff. Below she wore only a pair of tight black panties and leggings connected to the panties. “What do we have here?” The blue haired. “A group of little girls come to disturb my conquest? Lilith herself declared I could have this country, you know. Now, be good little girls and soil yourselves, why don’t you? I could use a few more pawns.” The woman stood with utmost confidence, her swords lazily held at her sides. She clearly didn’t believe they could be a real threat, even if she had heard of their previous exploits. With both humanoid demonesses near them, however, the need to go had gotten even worse, and Victoria felt herself barely keeping her façade of control up. A spurt had already dampened her wrappings, and it was soon to be much more. Looking over at the others, she could see Mistral with both hands jammed in her crotch, an obvious wet patch having formed on her pants. Ishtar was clutching her own bottom, trembling as she tried to keep her composure. The woman farted loudly, her cheeks tinging with a blush, and a slight crackle was enough to let Victoria known the strongest mage on the continent had just shit herself a little bit. This was not a good start. Looking down, the hundreds of demons and controlled humans were swarming towards them, spread out to protect from area attacks but all looking up hungrily. She felt herself come under control again, however, as Helix’s calm voice spoke up. “All three of you, keep yourselves together. They are powerful, and we will all need to give our best. Ishtar seemed to regain control at his words as well, drawing forth an exquisitely crafted dagger of some silvery substance, the word “Reckoner” inscribed on the blade. Mistral drew forth a brilliant staff, the item glowing with pure magical power. Helix drew forth a mighty spear, hefting it easily. As his spear came forth, a wave of power washed over the other three women. Seeing their increase in confidence, the blue haired demoness frowned and lunged forward, directly at Helix, since he seemed to be the source of their resolve. He simply stood there calmly, and set his spear firmly in the ground, nodding at the others to go. They instantly leaped into action, the demonesses taken by surprise by the sheer speed at which the three women moved. Ishtar dived down below, lightning flaring up around her in an impressive aura of power. Mistral was gone in a flash of winds, circling the area. Her powerful winds tugged hard on the blue demoness, and as the demon general’s twin blades swept towards Helix the winds stopped them just short. She struggled, desperately attempting to hit him, but the winds held her firm, and Helix simply stared back at her calmly. Victoria shot straight for the armored demoness, her thunderlance extending from her hand and reaching out to pierce the woman. The massive shield came up to block, as expected, and Victoria channeled lightning through the metal into the demoness taking cover behind it. As the lightning crackled over the shield, however, the mighty bastion seemed to devour the magic, and none of it made its way through to the shield’s owner. Victoria grimaced. This would be harder than she had expected. Helix drew his spear back up out of the imagined ground as the winds fully won out on the demoness and she flew backwards, tumbling through the air towards Mistral, a stream of curses spewing forth from her mouth. “Damn mages and their damn magic! Cowards!” Helix floated down gently beside his wife, who was simply gathering energy in the second she waited on him. A thin yellow stream was beginning to make its way down her leg, not at all hidden by her skimpy dress, and he placed his hand around her shoulders, whispering something in her ear. She blushed, but nodded. Suddenly, Helix let forth a primal battle cry, its sound echoing across the entire city. The very buildings shook, and the aura around Ishtar doubled, then tripled, then quintupled in power. The very air around her was disenegratd in pure magical power, the furious manifestation of the storm taking over. Helix seemed unaffected, simply holding his wife close. The demon general, Malficia, paled at the sight. These women should be cowering in fear, helplessly soiling themselves! Instead that damnable man was keeping them completely confident and fighting back. And even worse, that woman’s power… The demoness gasped in surprise, and she leaked a powerful spurt into her panties as Helix roared, wetness blossoming on her panties. She wasn’t even hurt and she was wetting herself! She hadn’t experienced this before, this feeling of fear making her lose control. She hated it, desperately wished she had never learned of it. How did humans deal with the shame of this? When the power around Ishtar suddenly rose, she nearly lost control of everything on the spot. Tumbling through the air, she felt her bowels fearfully push a log, then another into her exposed panties. This can’t be happening, she couldn’t be shitting herself at the mere sight of this! Desperately, she clamped down and regained control, steadying her tumbling flight and diving back towards the husband and wife. The wind seemed to drag her away each time she got close, however, and she cursed, looking around for that damned girl controlling the winds. Ishtar gathered the massive power around her, safe and focused in Helix’s comforting hold. Suddenly, the power all coalesced and released at once, a single devastating bolt of more magical energy than Victoria thought she could even muster with all her reserves slamming downwards towards the crowd of demons. They scattered, denying the bolt an area of impact to hit too many of them, but that was not Ishtar’s intention. The bolt grew smaller as it descended, and slammed into a single demon, the powerful creature reduced to dust in an instant. The bolt jumped, slamming into the next demon with equal force, and then continued, always finding its mark at Helix’s direction. In an instant, hundreds of demon’s died. Sheer proximity to the bolt knocked unconscious the controlled humans, most of them helplessly recoiling themselves as they were overwhelmed with sheer power. Victoria dueled with the massive demoness, her lance meeting the massive greatsword again and again. Suddenly, the giant of a woman pushed forward, slamming her shield into Victoria with a mighty impact. Victoria tumbled backwards through the air, crying out in pain. Her bladder had no chance of withstanding the impact, and she helplessly began to release her massive capacity into her wrappings, pee spraying out of her wildly into the air as she tumbled, some soaking the rest of her clothes. The armored demoness followed, and Victoria roared with fury, unleashing an enormous bolt of lightning into the charging woman. The demoness staggered, finally making a sound as she cried out in pain, and yellow liquid streamed from her armor falling downwards in a brilliant cascade of liquid. Victoria growled in satisfaction, but she had put most of what she had into that bolt while the woman was exposed and moving. The massive blade slammed down towards her now, and she desperately raised her hands, summoning a net of lightning to try and catch it. The blade hit the net and their power screeched as it clashed. Victoria felt herself losing the battle, and her stomach fearfully evacuated itself at impending death. Her wraps immediately bulged as she pushed wave after wave of soft mush into them, helplessly soiling herself as she struggled against the huge woman. Suddenly, wind lashed out, and the giant woman was pulled away by the powerful magic of Mistral. Victoria let out a sigh of relief, grimacing as she righted herself, clothes thoroughly soaked as she felt her stream start to die down. She was still messing herself, unfortunately. The huge woman turned to confront Mistral, but suddenly all four of the fighting women turned to watch in awe as the gathering power around Ishtar exploded into an attack. As they paused, Victoria could see Mistral double over out of the corner of her eye, the wet patch on her pants rapidly expanding as she could no longer hold it. The huge armored demoness watched in what Victoria could only imagine was awe and fear as Ishtar absolutely decimated the demonic forces. A few farts came from the huge redhead, then a powerful crackling sound. Victoria knew she was messing her armor at the sight of devastation before her. The large woman took a look back at the blue haired demoness, who was currently in the process of losing another long spurt of pee at the sight, and decided she had seen enough. The giant of a woman soared away at a surprisingly fast speed, and neither Mistral nor Victoria bothered trying to stop her. Instead, they moved towards the blue haired demoness. “There you are!” Malficia growled when Mistral approached. “You and your damn winds…” she spared a moment for a baleful glare towards the fleeing demoness. She would pay for this later. Charging towards Mistral, she felt much more at ease with the winds pulling her forward, not away. Mistral cried out in fear, raising her staff and expertly blocking the blows despite her fearful reaction. The demon general struck with immense power, however, and she staggered back with each hit. The windborn girl felt the intensity of the demoness’s aura as well, and her weaker control was no match. Groaning, she helplessly released a messy wave of diarrhea into her tight pants, a series of loud and wet farts announcing her accident to the others. The poor girl continued to messily soil herself, and Malficia reached out mentally with a grin at the two completely soiled women in front of her. Control of those two would sure give her the advantage in this fight… Her rage only intensified as she was met with firm resistance. Both women’s will was strong, and she knew it would take minutes to fully dominate either one of them. To make matters worse, that damnable man’s power was here, and it was protecting them. There was no way she would get control of any of them until he was gone. Her hopes dashed, she let out a growl of annoyance and turned back towards the other pair while Mistral was distracted with her accident. She was greeted with a shout of “Now!” Helix’s command was right on time, and as Malficia turned she saw Ishtar shooting straight for her, crackling with electricity and holding her dagger in front of her. The demoness growled and struck out with both weapons, but Helix’s voice called out again “Up!”. Ishtar moved at his command faster than humanly possible, faster than she had moved before, his words granting incredible speed. Her swords swung only at empty air, and Ishtar’s dagger tore into her chest, cutting a long wound across it. Malficia looked down, dumbfounded. She put a hand to the wound and brought it up, staring at the blood in a daze. She was actually wounded. This was pain she was feeling! Demons weren’t supposed to take injury, it was simply converted into loss of control. But this dagger…Panic flooded the demoness, along with desperation as she continued to bleed. She never had a chance at controlling herself, fear acting on her desperation and forcefully emptying her bladder and bowels. Into her panties, quickly flooding over them. She was Malficia, one of the most powerful demons in existence, and she was soiling herself in fear! How could this happen?! She had to escape! But she was dying. “Lilith, please, I beg of you, help me!” she prayed. At first, there was no answer, and she despaired. But then, her master answered. “A month. And I will not save one of you again.” Came the unamused answer. A month!? She wanted to cry. But at least she would live. She could come back, reclaim her territory. As her form started to fade she felt the comforting warmth of her master’s power call her back to their domain, and a white, puffy garment formed around her panties. She was going to be in this thing for a month, with human control! Lilith really knew the worst punishments. Malficia could already feel herself starting to push soft mush into the despicable garment as she faded away completely. Victoria and Mistral staggered towards the adults, exhausted. “We did it!” Mistral exclaimed. The pair smiled. Ishtar, on the other hand, didn’t seem as happy. Doubling over in the air, she groaned one hand in her crotch the other holding her bottom. “Helix!” she commanded, and he obediently floated over, scooping her up and letting her rest in his arms. The woman held herself against him, struggling to control herself. “Let’s go. We’re done here. Great job, eceryone.” She managed, her voice still authorative even if it shook a bit with desperation. She didn’t manage to hold it the whole way home, of course. Along the way she farted relatively often, though the smell was unnoticeable thanks to the wind. Eventually, her bladder failed, and she completely soaked her shapely legs and dress, a bit splattering onto Helix as he carried her. He made no word of complaint, and still made no mention of it when her bowels followed suit, the back of her dress bulging outwards with soft mush, even wetter liquid escaping and staining her legs and boots, once against some making it to Helix. The four had relatively normal conversation on the way back, talking of further goal and instructing Victoria on what they knew of her next destination. There was no mention of the accidents, even when they arrived home, and they split up, going to clean up. It was painful for Victoria to remember the night and the next day, filled with sadness and goodbyes. Hopefully, they could eliminate the demon threat and she could return to her master. She already missed them. And when she had an accident, at least she could take comfort that even the most powerful mage couldn’t avoid it. She thought with the information she had just gained about Helen, the Saint might be verrry interested in some of her stories. Ishtar was an attractive and powerful woman, and she wondered how much that might matter to Helen’s fantasies.
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  43. I remember a year ago, when I was in high school, I was caught in a predicament with a full bladder. I didn't know anything about omorashi back then, but I still remember vividly what happened. I was going to a swimming competition that day, with a couple of other girls from school. We had our own individual events and a girls-only relay. Nothing would quite have happened if I had been less shy about my bladder. When we arrived at the pool our coach asked us if we needed to go to the toilet. The other girls were all very frank about needing to pee and all rushed to the toilet. I was pretty desperate after the long ride, but it felt awkward admitting I had been holding my pee for the entire bus trip. I am what you might call 'too self conscious'. I was too shy to admit I needed to pee. I know it sounds stupid but that's just who I am. I was the only one who didn't go to the toilet and our coach asked me one more time whether I needed to go. I blushed and boldly admitted I felt absolutely no need to pee. I thought I could go later, casually, like I had needed to pee only just then. But I soon came to regret that decision. After the other girls went to pee, we went to the changing room. I was feeling pretty desperate but it was not enough to cripple me. I put on a one piece swimsuit and goggles, and tied up my ridiculously long hair (seriously I ought to cut it more often). All the time I kept eyeing for the toilets. But I couldn't find any in the changing room at first glance and I thought I would look suspicious if I walked around looking for it. Anyhow, we changed and stepped into the pool-area. The competition started shortly. We all had a dip in the pool as a warm up. After that we waited beside the pool for our events. I had a 50 metre breaststroke and a relay with the other girls. After the warm up, which ironically left me shivering by the pool, I felt myself needing to pee even more. I considered making a run for it now but that would show I was holding it in all along. Again my shyness kept me back. We sat around one of the tables lined beside the pool. One by one my friends went to their respective races. I tried my best to hold it and crossed my legs tightly, but not too tight to make it seem obvious I was holding my pee. I don't think this applies for boys but this method is very effective for girls, as my thighs could help squeeze my muscles together. So I sat their, trying my best to maintain a calm face. I kept rubbing my thighs and my belly to divert my attention to my bladder, but I felt like peeing more than ever. I was stuck like this for 30 minutes when I realised my turn was coming soon. I made up my mind to tell my coach I needed to go to the toilet. It was now or never. Despite my determination I still hesitated, and after a minute being unable to muster my courage, my coach came to me and asked me to get ready. I knew I had to act fast. "I need to go to the toilet. I'll be back right after." "I told you to go before. The toilets are miles away, you'd miss the event by the time you come back" I felt myself blushing deeply when he said 'I told you to go before' "I know but I didn't have to go then. But I really need to go now!" But I knew I had no choice. "You either miss the event or hold it like an adult." I walked to the reporting area reluctantly. I was already walking with my waist slightly bent, but I didn't want to make it too obvious. Again I was shy someone might notice. Having the coach knowing about this was bad enough already. The event started about 7 to 8 minutes later (I was acutely aware of time, especially with a full bladder) and I thought indignantly to myself that was plenty of time to pee and come back. It was really hard holding all that pee in while standing up. People were all around me. I lowered my hands and pretended to play with my fingers. When I thought no one was looking I pushed down hard into my va**** and was blessed with momentary relief. I really hope no one was looking. I was soon posed at the side of pool, ready to jump. The icy water hit me. It was easier to hold while swimming, with all the action of the legs. It was half torture half relief though. The movement of my legs was helping me, but since I was doing breaststroke, every time I spread my legs I felt my knees turning to jelly. Anyway, I finished third :) and we were all very happy. I asked my coach whether I could go now, but the relay was coming right after. I felt like crying and that didn't escape my friend's notice. gosh it was the worst part of the day. One of my friends, Alice, came to my defence when the coach said I couldn't go, "Please but she looks like she's about to cry, do you really need to pee?" In good earnest she was trying to help me, but I felt really shy with so many people paying attention to my bladder I wished they would just leave me alone. My other friends joined in and asked me if I was ok, "do you really need to go?" "How long have you been holding?" "It's ok you can go right after the relay." I mumbled I was ok, even though I was not. I hated the attention they were giving me. I wanted to convince them I was fine, but standing there with my waist bent and on the verge of tears wasn't very convincing. The worst part was when they started giving advice on holding my pee. "Try crossing your legs when you stand, it really helps." "Try moving your legs a little." "Try ..." I was so embarrassed and scared other people might overhear my predicament. Our relay soon started. It gone as you might have expected. I was squirming on spot silently while I waited my turn, and Alice was very sympathetic (she's a really nice girl :D ) we won third place again :) I made for the toilets immediately afterwards. I went into the changing room again. It was a large place with a maze of lockers, rows of showers and even a sauna. But I looked around and couldn't find a single toilet! There was no one else in the changing room, and I was running around with both hands cupped over my va**** like a little girl. I started to cry. I truly knew what it felt to be defeated. I literally knelt down on spot and cried. I had been holding it in for so long, but I couldn't even find a toilet to pee in. I wanted to go back and ask my friends where the toilets were, but again my shyness stepped in. It would be so embarrassing to show that all the time I was gone I was still looking for the toilets like some crazy girl. Then I noticed there were drains on the floor. I made a quick check that I was really alone, and crouched beside a drain. I'm actually feeling a bit awkward describing this XD but I moved the part of swimsuit covering my private area aside to pee. A small burst of pee gushed out. Then I heard footsteps. I quickly jammed my hands down my va**** and squeezed hard, stopping the flow. It was a janitor, and she was walking around leisurely with a mop in her hands. I had stood up from my crouched position but I was standing there, half bent, with my hands jammed between my thighs. The janitor saw me and looked surprised. "Dear are you alright, you look like ..." (forgot exactly what she said about my look XD ) I knew my chance has come. I told her I really needed to pee but couldn't find the toilets, and pleaded her to show me the way. Then she told me how the toilets were NOT in the changing room, but outside, separated from the changing rooms. I was half relieved to know where the toilets were, but furious for not being observant enough to notice. What an idiot I was! There was a small line in front of the toilets. There were five (or four? I forgot) other girls waiting (I was lucky already, once I had to wait for about 15 people ahead of me before I could go). I stepped in line. I was bursting and I thought about rushing in and cutting the line, but that felt a bit uncourteous. Twice I opened my lips to ask the person ahead of me to let me go first, but again, shyness got hold of me. The men's room was empty. The competition was girls-only, and there was no one in the men's room. But I bit my lips and waited. I faced the wall beside me and squeezed my pee hole tightly. I heard myself moaning from all the pressure. At long last it was my turn and I stepped into a cubicle. I was in my stupid one piece swimsuit and I had to take the whole thing off to pee. When I was slipping it off my shoulders, I started peeing. I couldn't stop. I slipped the swimsuit off my shoulders and rolled it down to my knees, peeing uncontrollably. At last I sat on the loo, and emptied my bladder properly. It was a really long pee, and I left a small puddle on the floor. After I finished I went away quickly before anyone could notice. I took a quick shower before I went back. When my friends saw me they started teasing me. It was friendly-teasing but I still felt really embarrassed. Then they saw the look on my face and started teasing how red my face was becoming. Urgh it was one of the most embarrassing experiences I've had in my life. Thank god it was a girls-only race. I can't imagine how it would be if there were boys around as well. So that ends it. Every time I think of the whole experience I feel really stupid about myself. I didn't know about omorashi back then. This all happened around last October. My friends wouldn't let me forget it either. I guess they knew I had been holding from the start of the trip. When we go out they'd ask me "do you need pee?", and for the first few times I instinctively said "shh no so loud!" Then they started teasing me for that as well XD Hope I didn't bore you with this. :) thanks for reading.
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  44. And you'll receive messing! Sorry for the several set of gifs, I should've made the animation shorter than it was , but I didn't get to capture all of the messing animation .
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  45. Fully burst

    Two days ago my boyfriend and I drove back from a trip we took. It was close to a 5 hour drive that is mostly through the country. I was excited as half the route I am familiar with as its a drive I make to see family. When we started the trip we stopped to get drinks and some sandwiches. I got a large coke and told myself to drink it slowly!! But my boyfriend got sweet tea, which I tend to sneak some sips...maybe gulps... :D I really was doing fine. Half way we stopped at a gas station to get gas and my boyfriend went in to use the bathroom. I just didn't need to pee. We had 2 more hours to drive and I felt fine. So we drove off into the bare country part of the drive! Half hour later I started to feel the want to pee...I had finished my large coke and probably a good portion of my boyfriends large sweet tea. But I wasn't going to panic. It was going to be fine. If anything I thought we'd just pull over for me to pee if I must. My boyfriend pulled out waters for us from the back and I absentmindedly drank some water. Another half an hour later and I was really starting to feel it. We had to take a detour so it added some time and took us a whole other way to get home. It was country land we went through but houses were still around. I was questioning what to say to my boyfriend who was driving. I generally am not shy about this but I didn't know how to solve this! Our large cups were thrown out at the gas station, I was wearing tight jeans so it wouldn't be an easy pee like I could have if I were in a dress(!!!!!!!!!!), I wasn't going to try to pee in a water bottle in my boyfriend's COMPANY CAR!! haha & it was just a bit too much of a neighborhood for it to be completely safe I felt like. Soon I told my boyfriend "Hey...I need to pee really badly...could we possibly pull over somewhere on a side road....?" He said sure and we turned down a road. We got a distance from the main country road that had traffic but then we hit houses!! I told him to just turn around and lets get home. We kept driving and I was fidgeting. I could feel the pressure increasing. It was getting painful but I was excited to deal with this challenge :D I pressed on my bladder just to tease myself and I peed myself a bit!! I had to stop making this any harder!! So I unbuttoned my belt and jeans. That took some pressure off my bladder. And I did NOT tell my boyfriend I just peed a little. We finally hit the highway part and we were within half an hour of being home. I told my boyfriend to just get us home quickly. I wasn't going to be able to walk into a store with the wet spot I just got. Plus I was nervous I was going to loose it if I stood up! The half hour was intense. I could feel my bladder continue to fill. It was pulsating as I had to hold myself. Finally we got home. I got out of the car right away and bolted for the front door. I was thinking "WOW! I'm going to make it, I'm going to make it, I'M GOING TO MAKE IT!!!!!!!!!!!" I had the keys in hand to unlock the door and was ready to PEE MY HEARTS CONTENT OUT! I got the key in the door and it jammed! Oh my gosh like really?!?!?! I was so anxious and starting to flip out as I kept trying to get it unlocked! I was ready to pee with my legs crossed and I was bending forward. I heard my boyfriend behind me as he said "Jeni! Let me get it." And just as he said that I FULL ON BURST! All let loose. I just felt pee drenching my jeans as it ran down my legs. I just stood there at the door with my back to my boyfriend and a strong hot stream running between my legs. I couldn't fight this and there was no point of unlocking the door to get in. It may be an apartment but our front door can't be seen from the street so I just let it all go until I no longer felt the urgency. It had to have been a good 2 minutes til I stopped myself and still had more to pee. I think my boyfriend was just speechless as this all happened as he was in shock...yet I think enjoyed part of it haha. He just asked me why I didn't hold it a bit longer and I turned around and said "WHAT?!?! I have been waiting the past 2 hours!! BURSTING TO PEE!! I COULDN'T WAIT!!!!" He just looked at me and said its okay and hugged me. I would have gotten a picture but my boyfriend was there and still doesn't know about this site... :) My little secret <3
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  46. Coach Desperation!

    Recently I was travelling back from a conference by coach when I was fortunate enough to see some outstanding desperation and (eventually) wetting. I seem to have an uncanny knack for spotting these situations, here is the tale: I have been working like crazy lately, 80 hour weeks, days, nights, working at home as well as at work, so when the opportunity arose to travel back from a conference in Scotland by Coach I jumped at the chance! It would mean some much needed down time in which to collect my thoughts, okay I’d be trapped on a coach but it was an excuse to take a good book and enjoy reading it guilt free. I arrived at the coach station and was delighted to see that there weren’t many passengers waiting, it would mean I could have a seat to myself and stretch out a bit. We boarded and I found a seat on the driver’s side just before the back of the coach, I noticed there was no toilet on board, which wasn’t a problem for me but I immediately realised I may get to witness some desperation! As I was daydreaming about that thought a lady in her early 30s, slim with pale grey ¾ length cotton trousers and a baby pink silk vest approached and sat across the aisle from me, I was just thinking that if she was to have an accident those trousers wouldn’t hide it when the tannoy interrupted my thoughts. “Ladies and gentlemen welcome to this National Express Service from Edinburgh to Birmingham, we anticipate our arrival in Birmingham at approximately 3:45pm, passengers may have noticed that there are no toilet facilities on board this coach due to unforeseen circumstances but rest assured that we will make regular stops along the way to ensure that passengers have every opportunity to use the facilities.” I looked at my watch, it was 9:30am, this really was going to be a long journey and I wondered just how often we would be stopping… My attention turned back to the lady in the seat opposite who was making herself comfortable, she had removed a thin grey cardigan and placed it in the overhead space and had also removed her white flip flops and kicked them beneath her seat, she turned her back towards the window so that she was facing me and placed her bare feet on the seat next to her with her knees raised. She then opened a book and began to read. I did the same, practically mirroring her in position but will my legs outstretched and crossed in front of me and my shoes still intact. The coach began to move and I started to read intently, we stopped about an hour later for our first toilet stop, a few people got off and the lady opposite me stood and walked around a little, she seemed to have a problem with sitting for long periods so did this regularly before sitting down and resuming her position. With the motion of the coach, the cool breeze and my sheer exhaustion it was all I could do to keep my eyes open and I found myself drifting off into blissful sleep… I awoke gently some time later ( almost 2 hours later) as we pulled into our second toilet stop, most of the coach alighted this time, clearly desperate to relieve themselves after a longer stretch on the road. The lady opposite me was eating a sandwich which I assumed that she had bought with her, I noticed that one of her flip flops had slid back and was now under the seat behind her, just as I was wondering whether she had realised she bent forward to look for them and stood up to retrieve the second one from behind her, she slipped them onto her feet and once again walked up and down the coach. This time sipping water from a bottle as she did so, after around ten minutes the remainder of the passengers began to filter back on board, some with sandwiches and drinks too. I was confident that I would be seeing some desperation, as long as the length of time to the next stop was adequate. The driver came to the back of the coach and opened a couple more windows as it really was getting hot now in the middle of the day, the lady opposite called to him “Excuse me, how long will it be until our next toilet stop?” she enquired, “Probably around an hour or so madam, although if you need to go I’d suggest going now before we depart as I can’t guarantee how the traffic will affect us” he replied thoroughly, “No, thanks I don’t need to go as such I was just curious as I don’t want to drink too much and be caught short!” she laughed. Her words rang in my ears; I don’t need to go “As such”, what did that mean? Did she need to go a little? Was she aware of her bladder’s capabilities therefore was she holding it deliberately? The two of us, by my observations were the only passengers who had not departed the coach at either stop so far, I needed it a little but would easily wait until the next stop if not until I reached home… She must need it too; I was consumed by the thought of her bladder filling, so much so that I read the same page of my book over and over. She looked comfortable enough and was showing no outward signs of desperation or even discomfort, perhaps she just had a large bladder similar to me? What if it was bursting at the seams right now and she was secretly wondering whether she could manage another hour, what if we hit traffic? Could she manage to hold it? My mind raced with thoughts of her struggling as we approached the services, of watching her barely able to walk as she crossed the tarmac into the shiny glass building, frantically seeking out the fastest route to relief. I must have worn myself out as I one again fell asleep… When I woke I looked immediately at the lady opposite, she was also asleep, the bottle that she had been sipping from was now empty, I strained to see the size on the label, 1.5 litres, my body stirred with excitement, that was a lot of liquid to be travelling to a bladder that was already potentially full or partially full. I prayed that something would happen to ensure that she had to endure that fullness a little longer than she had planned. She looked comfortable in her slumber, her head rested against the seat with her knees drawn up almost to her chest, she was leaning heavily on her right hip and her body was turned towards the seats, she was curled up and seemed to be fast asleep. I wondered how full her bladder was now, if she would wake up bursting and unable to contain herself, and whether she would remain restrained or would be forced to give in and display her desperation… As I felt the coach slowing I knew I would soon find out, we were pulling into the services, many of the passengers were on their feet before we had even stopped, one lady was clearly bursting as she clung onto the grab rail with all her might whilst crossing her legs and jiggling, to my delight as the coach stopped they had to parade past my side of the coach to get to the services and the lady in question could hardly walk, I watched eagerly as she headed across the car park as quickly as she could manage without bursting, and disappeared into the service station. I noticed that my lady opposite had not been amongst them, when I turned back it was immediately apparent why that was, she was still fast asleep. In fact she hadn’t even stirred as we had pulled in and parked, I was afraid to move for fear of disturbing her and causing her to rush off into the toilets. My own bladder was full and I was hungry, I secretly longed to head into the services in search of some lunch and maybe consider nipping to the toilet, but this was for the greater good. I would have to remain hungry and nurse my full bladder if I had any hope of witnessing her desperation. It felt as though we had been stopped forever, even the driver had left us presumably to eat and relieve himself, I watched eagerly for him to return and hoped that the sleeping lady opposite would remain asleep and not have to opportunity to relieve what I now felt sure was a full bladder. My prayers were answered, finally after what felt like an eternity the driver returned, followed by the remaining passengers who all piled on board and settled themselves. I cringed as the driver started the engine and the coach juddered to a start, she stirred slightly as the coach began its journey out of the car park but moved only to brush her hair away from her nose before falling back into a deep sleep. I looked at my watch, it was now 2:20pm and I knew we were running late, “Ladies and gentlemen due to the unforeseen rest stops this coach is currently running approximately 1 hour and 15 minutes late, we are now due to arrive into Birmingham at approximately 5pm.” Nobody seemed to mind, most people seemed to be on their way back from holidays, I was in no particular rush… The lady opposite me had slept through the booming announcement somehow so was unaware. Amazingly she also slept through the subsequent toilet stop, she had woken very briefly during the journey and had glanced at her watch and taken another bottle of water from her bag and sipped at it whilst taking some tablets. Perhaps she wasn’t feeling well and had a headache, which would explain the sleep. She glanced at her watch and out of the window before curling back up and promptly going back to sleep, 15 minutes later we arrived at the stop, I seriously needed the loo now but was reluctant to go… I knew my bladder had a little more room in it yet so decided to stay put, I had to do a little wiggle for a while to convince my bladder that we were okay, it over-reacted in exactly the same way as when you get to your front door at home and it gets over excited, once it realised we weren’t budging it calmed right back down. Once again I willed the lady opposite to remain sleeping, knowing that this was probably the last stop before we arrived home… I was a little sad to think that any desperation I would see would be fairly short lived but hoped that she would soon wake up desperate enough for me to at least see a little, even if it was just as she left the coach, little did I know that I was about to see MUCH more than that! Finally we pulled away from the stop, as soon as we had exited the slip road and had reached full speed on the motorway the lady awoke. I had been staring at her in her sleep, keen to spot any signs of her body fighting to hold on but alas there were none. When she woke she stretched and seemed distracted by discomfort in her neck and back, she carefully turned in her seat and placed both feet on the floor and her hands on her knees whilst she straightened her back. Once she had done this a few times she placed one hand on her lower abdomen and gently rubbed, as she did so she winced and glanced at her watch… I knew the signs, she needed a wee and was wondering where the stop was! My heart beat fast in my chest and my own bladder twinged with excitement as I watched her place her elbows on her knees and rest her head in her hands, she remained like this for a few minutes before once again placing one hand on her abdomen and gently rubbing in a circular motion, she was sat forward at a 45 degree angle as she placed her other hand beneath her bottom, as she did so she gently rocked from side to side a few times before coming to rest after placing her other hand beneath her bottom on the opposite side, her shoulders were raised and her toes were on the floor as she simultaneously bounced her knees rapidly, she had to go badly! The sun was in my eyes so I reached down to my bag and swapped my glasses for my sunglasses, this served two purposes, it prevented me from getting a headache but also enabled me to watch her without her realising she was being watched since my sunglasses were so dark, I opened my book up and raised my knees, my bladder protested a little but once again calmed as soon as it realised it would not get its own way! I pretended to look at my book but instead stared over the top of it, my gaze fixed intently on my travelling companion as I watched her begin to struggle with her desperation. She alternated rocking from side to side on her hands with the knee bouncing for a while, before beginning to rock back and forth, when she did this she lifted her feet off the floor and rocked whilst gazing out of the window. Occasionally she rocked forward and held her position there, thighs squeezed together, shoulders raised and leaning forward, no doubt putting pressure on her pee hole as she did so, her face looked relatively calm yet her body language was tense and uncomfortable. She removed her hands from beneath her bottom and stretched her fingers, returning circulation presumably before placing one hand side on between her knees, she checked the time with the other hand as she began to bounce her knees again before placing her other hand between her knees also and squeezing her thighs together… She glanced over at me briefly before slowly and carefully sliding her hands up closer to her crotch, when they got there she once again checked that I wasn’t watching and whilst keeping the hand nearest me sideways I saw her turn her other hand and press her fingers into the crotch of her pals grey trousers. She remained like this for a little while, her shoulders relaxed a little in apparent relief, with that I coughed and turned the page in my book whilst shuffling a little, she immediately removed both hands and returned them to beneath her bottom in a swift movement whilst resuming the knee bouncing. I smiled inwardly, knowing I had forced her to forego relief for fear of being caught, I felt a little guilty since my own bladder was also uncomfortable, however I am more than used to the feeling, this may be a new and unsettling experience for her, but it was one I was going to cherish. I pretended to return to my book and she slowly and n a very considered manner turned her back against the window and lifted her legs back onto the seat, I could tell that she found this uncomfortable as she once again fidgeted her legs as she settled into position, she picked up her book and stretched her legs out in front of her, she used her book as cover as she slid a hand down her thigh and rested it in her crotch, once she had checked that I apparently wasn’t looking she crossed her legs and raised her book, I could see the gentle, barely visible movement in her arm which told me she was using her thumb to massage her pee hole. Her bare feet constantly tapped together, she tried to stop them every now and again but as soon as her concentration dropped they started again, she was becoming powerless to hide it as her body tried everything to remain in control. After around 20 minutes she placed her book on her knees and leant her head back against the window, her face was flushed red and she had begun to sweat a little, she fanned herself with a piece of paper she was using as a bookmark and closed her eyes… She looked a little defeated as she placed the paper down and carefully touched her abdomen, without meaning to she lifted her silk vest a little and this showed me that her pale grey cotton trousers were cutting deep into her belly… This couldn’t have been helping her, she slipped her hand into her waistband and winced and visibly arched her back and recoiled as she slowly pulled her thumb round to the front at snails pace, evilly as soon as she came close I coughed loudly, this made her jump and I felt sure she leaked a little, her back straightened and her eyes shot open as she leant forward, knocking her book onto the floor as she did so, it slid towards my seat and she knew she would have to bend down to retrieve it, she looked at me, secretly hoping I would pick it up no doubt. I did, I leant forward and squashed my own full bladder in the process, I grabbed the spine and picked it up before leaning forward to pass it to her, this forced her to do the same, she was clearly incapable of doing so and so she placed a foot on the floor and sat on her other heel as she leant forward to meet me. She took the book from me and thanked me, she sat back onto her heel and her face softened as she realised that this was a good way of applying pressure. “Would you like me to open another window, you look very hot?” I enquired, “Erm, yes, well it is very hot on here, that would be nice thanks” she smiled, there was a window just a few seats ahead of her that I was sure would afford her some breeze so I headed over there and pulled it open, it reminded me how full my bladder was as it jolted, I had to go fairly soon otherwise I would be displaying some desperation myself! She thanked me and I assured her it was no problem before sitting down, “Excuse me” she interrupted as I settled back into my book, as I looked at her I noticed that she had unbuttoned her trousers, she must have done it quickly while I was not sitting opposite her as I could see the button protruding slightly beneath her vest, “Excuse me, sorry to disturb you but have I missed a services stop?” she enquired with a slightly pained expression on her face, “Yes indeed you have, in fact you’ve missed two!” I chuckled, she seemed surprised! “Oh wow! Okay, thanks!” she sort of half laughed back before adding “Are we running late too? We should be home by now?” I laughed again, “Yes you missed the tannoy announcement saying that we were around an hour and a half late due to having to stop, if you need to go badly I could ask the driver to make an unscheduled stop?” I enquired, knowing almost for certain that she wouldn’t want to cause a fuss. She did however, consider it for a moment, “Oh no I will be fine, it was more that I wanted a drink and some paracetamol as my head it thumping!” she replied. She seemed a lot more comfortable sitting on her heel and with her trousers unbuttoned, I guessed that a lot of the pressure had been relieved by these two things. “I have paracetamol if you’d like some?” I offered, “Oh that’s nice of you thanks, but I haven’t got a drink to take it with, but thank you” she replied, “I have a spare one, it’s probably a little warm after being in my bag for hours but it’s a drink nevertheless and if you’re suffering then you’re more than welcome to it!” I offered, “Really?” she replied with a smile, “Oh that’s so nice of you thank you, it would really help, I’ve taken some ibuprofen but it hasn’t touched it, as long as you’re sure you don’t mind?” she replied, if only she knew! The prospect of her drinking more at this stage was like music to my ears, even if it was just a sip of water! I passed her the paracetamol and unscrewed the cap of the bottle and handed it to her, she placed the first paracetamol at the back of her throat and swallowed it down with a gulp of water then did the same with the second but instead of a gulp of water she continued to drink, she couldn’t seem to stop herself even though she must have known that it would backfire, unless she knew that she could just about hold out until we got back. She stopped and screwed the cap back on, the bottle was almost finished, it was only a ¾ litre bottle but that would soon also be making its way to her bladder. She remained sitting on her heel for a while, her face pointing towards the cool breeze from the open window, she rested her head back against the seat and to my astonishment soon managed to fall asleep… I guess the suffering from her headache must have outweighed the suffering in her bladder, at least in her current position. I felt bad when we turned into the services a short time later; I wondered whether to wake her, I decided not to as she had told me it was only for painkillers and a drink so perhaps I had misjudged her desperation… However this time I HAD to go! I carefully stood up and squeezed out of the seat, careful not to make a sound, gravity’s effect on my bladder meant I was in a fair amount of discomfort if not even pain, so I carefully and slowly started down the coach, as soon as I was outside the need intensified a thousand times, I was desperate! I rushed as much as I could to the toilets, keen not to miss my travel companion making her run for it if she woke… I reached the building and could still see her back against the window in the coach. Finally inside the serviced I searched for the toilets and found them at the top of an escalator, I rushed towards it and stood still, I couldn’t help but pee dance a little and wondered if I would short out the electrics if I wet myself although I was quite a way from that I felt… the escalator seemed to take forever but I was finally at the top, I headed off to the toilets and quickly searched out a cubicle. I felt like I couldn’t hold it a second longer, it’s amazing how the desperation intensifies as soon as you’re near a toilet… I pulled down my jeans and knickers and sat down and enjoyed a huge pee… As I sat there feeling the relief of an empty bladder wash over me I wondered if my lady was still fast asleep. As I was finishing I heard the door to the toilets burst open and heard someone rush in making ooh and Ahh sounds as they tried all the cubicles until she found an empty one, she made oooh sounds until she could manage to get her trousers off then the sound of a desperately needed pee was unmistakeable as it gushed full force into the toilet. I felt sure it was my lady and I had missed it, I headed to the sinks to wash my hands and tried to catch a glimpse of the person who had needed to go so badly. Eventually though I had washed and dried my hands so was forced to go, as I headed out of the services I felt disappointed… However when I got halfway across the car park I could clearly see that familiar pink silk vest pressed against the window of the coach… I knew that the person who had almost wet themselves was still very much inside the toilets, probably cleaning up after some leaks so felt happier that I hadn’t missed it, although someone sadistic at the same time! I climbed the steps to the coach and resumed my position in my seat, sure enough the lady was still asleep, still sitting on her heel and holding the last few mouthfuls of my bottle of water in her hand. I knelt on the seat to be able to reach the overhead compartment and pulled out an apple and a banana, my bladder had been so full it had masked my hunger, now I was ravenous. As I knelt there I saw a lady get back on the coach and sit next to her husband a few seats in front of me, “You won’t believe how close I came to wetting myself while I was in the queue!” she said to him, “I’ve had to throw my knickers away they were soaked through!” she added. I guessed that she had been the person who came rushing in while I was relieving myself, I felt satisfied that it was not my subject however a little disappointed that I had missed it. I sat and ate my fruit as I waited for the coach to depart the services, as I did so I watched the lady opposite for any signs of her waking up or her desperation. Finally the coach pulled out of the services and as we headed down the motorway to our final destination I was once again struggling to keep my eyes open… I must have only dozed off for a few minutes but when I woke up the lady opposite was also very much awake! She was leaning forwards with her bum right on the edge of her seat with her hands beneath her knees rocking back and forth, I noticed that she had discarded the bottle of water and had got one flip flop on, however the other had once again slipped back to the seat behind, I guessed that she was too desperate to search for it right now but that she wanted to be ready to make a swift exit as soon as the opportunity arose. Every now and again I could hear her grunt in the back of her throat as she fought her body’s urge to let go, she arched her back and rubbed her bladder with one hand as she blew air out through pursed lips slowly, she placed her hands under her bottom again and rocked from side to side, she couldn’t keep her legs still now and they bounced up and down at the knee sometimes simultaneously and sometimes alternating. She remained like this for some time, head down, completely focussed, seemingly not caring how she looked. She groaned as she folded her arms across her stomach and bent double, resting her arms on her thighs. I could hear her let out little grunts and groans as the discomfort tore through her abdomen; it was all so familiar to me. After a while she raised her head and in a fluid motion she lay right back, pushing her bottom down so that her back was on the seat, her head raised and the base of her spine and her buttocks were sort of in mid-air, she kicked off her one flip flop and placed both feet high on the back of the seat in front, she began to bounce her bent knees, in the same motion that she had done when she was sitting upright, she clearly hoped that lying on her back would affect gravity’s pull on her bladder. She clamped her hands between her legs and pulled them upwards towards her crotch, I had been so careful not to move a muscle while all this was going on, with my sunglasses on I believe she still thought I was asleep. I watched silently as she removed one hand and slipped it down the front of her delicate pink knickers, for a moment she gently cupped her visible bladder bulge and then ever so gently pressed her fingers into it in a circular motion, perhaps to try and relieve the cramping that must have been causing her agony. She bit her lip and pulled up hard with her other hand as she pressed gently but firmly, her eyes closed as she tried hard to relax and regain some comfort by softening her spasming muscles. Her toes curled tightly and her body froze as she lay there massaging her bladder carefully, slowly regulating her breathing she clearly knew that calm is key and that she would be marginally more comfortable if she could relax her tummy muscles. She massaged lower and lower until finally her hand had all but disappeared into her knickers, I knew that she was now massaging either her clit or her pee hole, maybe both! She removed her hand from between her thighs and held it out in mid-air beside her, as if she was using it as some sort of balance. She held it palm outwards towards me before slowly lowering it and firmly gripping the edge of the seat, she groaned in the back of her throat as she squeezed her thighs together and brought her knees up to her chest, pointing her toes as she did so, it must have been agony however the relief that would have followed as she moved her knees back out would have been amazing. She remained in this strange position, on her back with her feet against the chair in front of her, sort of like the birthing position for ages, she seemed fairly calm although clearly uncomfortable since she was still grunting slightly and kept squeezing her crotch with her hand which was now outside her knickers but remained down her trousers. Every now and again she wiggled her hips or pumped her knees and eventually she crossed one leg over the other and seemed to be in complete control, although I’m sure also in complete agony! Every now and again she lifted her head a little and looked out of the window, obviously trying to see how far away from home she was. I decided to move since my leg had almost completely gone to sleep, so sat up a little and pretended to read my book. Almost instantly she moved out of her odd position, clearly embarrassed, and resumed her sitting position. This could not have been a worse idea, I could tell by the look on her face and the frantic nature of her movements that she was barely able to remain in control. Clearly her bladder felt like someone was using a red hot, blunt knife to rip her apart, as her folded arms over her abdomen and gasping in pain showed. She was scissoring her legs open and closed now, this seemed to help a little but she was struggling almost immeasurably and I felt a little bad for not waking her at the last services. Her face was deathly pale but will rosy circles on her cheeks, her whole body tensed as pain ripped through her and she fought to hold on, she turned to me “Excuse me, do you have any idea how much longer it will be until we get to Birmingham, I will need to book a taxi you see” she lied, she basically just wanted to know how much longer she would have to hold it. As she waited for my response she remained perfectly still and tried as hard as she could to look as though she wasn’t struggling to hold back what felt like a lake of pee… “Erm…” I began as I looked at my watch, “I think he said around…” my voice was interrupted by the sound of the tannoy, “Ladies and Gentlemen we are now approaching Birmingham, we have hit a little bit of traffic however we anticipate our arrival in approximately 45 minutes, thank you.”, “Oh that’s not too bad” she chirped. I was surprised at her response, clearly she was able to hold on better than I had imagined, or else she was embarrassed and didn’t want to let on and genuinely thought I was fooled. She began to pack her things into her bag and slipped her flip flop back on again, she bent forward to look for the other one and let out a sharp “Ahh” as she must have squashed her bladder a little too much, she was really struggling to bend or move far from her current position, “Sorry did you call me?” I enquired, I knew very well she hadn’t but wanted an excuse to speak to her again, “No, I, erm, I was just looking for my other shoe, it seems to have disappeared!” she tried to chuckle but it hurt and I knew it, her face screwed up slightly into a wince and she could barely manage a smile. I felt bad so jumped up and retrieved her flip flop, I placed it at her feet and she shuffled her toes into it, the relief on her face that she wouldn’t have to bend to get it was obvious, “Thank you!” she replied. I went back to pretending to read my book and she went back to pretending she wasn’t absolutely bursting for a wee, she was at that awful stage where you can’t stay still but it’s too painful to move very far, so she continued tapping one foot and very gently rocked her hips to and fro, she crossed her legs and leant back, the panic etched across her face increased and after glancing at me she quickly moved back to her former position. She breathed slowly and in a very measured way, almost sighing with every breath as if she was meditating. She began to hum a little tune as she groaned more and more frequently, it was all she could do to prevent her hand from creeping into her crotch and sometimes when she thought she was safe she slipped her fingers in there and squeezed, when she did this she closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, it helped a huge amount but she daren’t keep her hand there in case I noticed. 15 minutes passed and she seemed anxious, I lifted my head and made brief eye contact and smiled, she was clearly waiting for an opportunity to talk to me “This is a long 4 to 5 minutes isn’t it? That traffic must have been worse than the driver thought!” she said, her voice quivering slightly. “Four to five minutes?” I enquired, “Yes, on the tannoy the driver said we were around four to five minutes from Birmingham… but that we had hit traffic, that seemed like ages ago!” she said, pausing in the middle to allow a cramp or urge to subside enough for her to be able to force the words past it. “He said FORTY FIVE minutes” I corrected, “As in three quarters of an hour!” I felt like her world shattered right there in front of my eyes, she shuffled a little in her seat and tears filled her eyes instantly a she realised she wasn’t going to make it. “Oh, I see, oh right, silly me! Mind you I guess that was a while ago so we must be nearly there now” she replied, I could hear the lump in her throat, “Have you got someone waiting for you?” I asked before adding “Because in actual fact we’ve barely moved since that announcement, the traffic is that heavy, I think we’re not much closer than we were back then!”, she blinked and a tear ran down her cheek, she immediately stopped it and wiped it away. She struggled to stay still as she was talking to me, and the tears were fighting to roll down her cheeks, I felt bad, I didn’t want her to cry! She considered her answer very carefully and it felt like an age before she replied, “No, it’s not that, it’s just that I was wondering that’s all, I’m just quite tired and my head is, well, you know, and it’s been a long day and well, to tell you the truth I’m absolutely desperate for a wee, and erm, I’m not entirely sure how much longer I can hold it!” she babbled, without looking me in the eye, the tears of shame, desperation, pain and anxiety ran down her cheeks and she hung her head as the tears dripped and made dark spots on her pale grey trousers. “Well, it’s not long now, I’m sure we’ll be through this traffic soon enough and there’s plenty of toilets at the coach station!” I replied cheerily. She nodded as I passed her a tissue, “Thanks” she replied, “You’re right it’s not long, I’m just being silly of course I can hold it!” she replied as she sniffled and wiped her face with her tissue. She tried to make conversation as she shuddered with desperation, “So, are you from Birmingham?” she asked, “Yes I am, I’m just on my way back from a work conference, are you?” I replied. She closed her eyes for a second and winced, she gasped a little and squeezed her thighs together, I decided to carry on speaking and be bold, “Are you having to squeeze everything just to hold it?” I asked, she nodded vigorously, “I’m okay honestly, yes I’m from Birmingham but I live in Scotland, I’m here visiting friends for the weekend” she said, surprisingly coherently. She sat bolt upright and quickly pushed her hand into her crotch, she grabbed her cardigan to hide her action and apologised, “It’s okay” I sympathised, “If you put your foot underneath you and sit on the heel of your foot it will help” I offered some advice as she continued to fight it, “It’s okay, I’ll be fine, it’s not long now, I’ve held it for this long I can manage a few more minutes” she visibly shook as she said it and her smile flashed across her face like lightning, I doubted she was still dry, she was fighting it so hard and was exhausted. “As long as you’re sure, I can ask the driver to stop?” I offered, it went against everything I stood for but I felt a strange urge to help her for some reason. Her reply betrayed her condition more than anything else: “No, thank you for offering but, it’s, it’s absolutely fine, I’m sure I can… Its fine, I mean I’m sure I can… what was I saying? I mean, I, I think I can hold it, it’s really not that bad, I think I, I mean, erm, unless, I mean if you wanted to, you know, go, or anything, or… No, honestly I’m fine I think I can hold it, I mean we can’t stop the whole coach for… I mean, it would be a huge inconvenience, I can definitely, I mean I’m pretty sure that I think I might be able to hold it for a little longer, so unless you need to go?” she babbled, clearly trying to convince herself or not even having a clue how long she had left, “I don’t need to go but I will gladly ask the driver for you?” I replied, “No, thanks it’s fine, I can’t ask you to do that, the driver would be… You can’t ask him to stop just for me, I think… I think… I think… I, erm, can we see how I am in a couple of minutes, I can hold it for a couple of minutes more.” I nodded, “Okay, I won’t ask him then if you’re sure you can hold it all the way home” I concluded before quickly moving the conversation on. “So is there a reason you’re visiting friends this weekend?” I asked, her face was a picture, a mixture of sheer terror, pain, exhaustion and panic, “Erm, a friend’s hen party, the driver wouldn’t stop for just me anyway would he?” she asked, rocking back and forth, clearly dying for me to ask as she was too embarrassed, “No probably not!” I replied before adding “Oh I see; so is it just the one night or the whole weekend for her hen party, when does she get married?” she replied I a strained voice “Erm not until July, just the one night, tomorrow, maybe it’s worth just checking with him, just to see, at least we’d know then wouldn’t we?” she continued, she wasn’t about to let it drop, “Ohh I see, going anywhere nice? July weddings are nice, you tend to get slightly better weather” I replied, ignoring her question completely, she crossed her legs and bent right forward with both hands in her crotch, then uncrossed her legs and frantically placed her foot under her bottom and began to bounce up and down, as she now had her legs open I could clearly see a distinct wet patch which seemed to extend right back to her bum. Her fists were clenched and she groaned in pain with every bounce, but it seemed to be holding off the flood for now “Do you think we’re almost there?” she asked, “No, well, I think we’re about 20 minutes away but the traffic seems to be pretty bad so I think maybe…” she interrupted my sentence, “Can you ask the driver to stop, please!” she panted, she looked me in the eye for a moment in sheer desperation before looking back at her lap… “I’m so embarrassed, I think I’m going to wet myself!” she whispered. “I don’t think there will be any services now” I said “I don’t care, if he can stop anywhere, even the side of the road” she said, sobbing. I nodded and headed to the front of the coach, “There’s a lady at the back who is desperate for the loo, any chance of a stop?” I asked, “No chance” he replied, “I need to be in the right hand lane up ahead to get on the right junction, if she’s really desperate there’s some hospital bedpans underneath the back seat!” he added, “But she’ll have to take it with her when she gets off!” he said as I turned to walk away. When I returned to the back of the coach she was on all fours in the midst of a manoeuvre to clamp her hands between her legs and kneel on the seat, she bounced furiously as I approached “Well?” she asked eagerly, I shook my head. “Oh God” she said calmly in a very serious voice. She continued to bounce for a few minutes before freezing suddenly, she knelt with her legs plaited and held her crotch and froze on the spot, “Oh god” she repeated, she leant forwards slowly, one hand still in her crotch the other on her bladder “Please hold on!” she begged herself quietly, “There is one option” I said, she looked at me hopefully “ANYTHING!” she said through gritted teeth.” There are some hospital bed pans under the back seat; you could go into one of those?” I explained, “Here?” she replied, “I can’t!” I nodded, “Okay, I understand” she gently rocked back and forth for a couple of minutes, jolting every now and again, it was apparent that the pee was at the very edge of her lips and threatening to escape as she kept quickly moving her second hand to her crotch and back again to her swollen abdomen. As time passed she bent further and further forward until she was doubled over, “Okay, let me see these bedpans” she whispered, finally deciding that it was that or wet yourself. I headed to the back seat and searched underneath, there were only one long men’s one there, “There’s only these, how good is your aim?” I laughed as I showed it to her, it was a fancy plastic one with a lid, I had never seen anything like it before! “I’m willing to try anything! Look away!” she said, she grabbed it off me and I heard her fumbling with her trousers and grunting and panting, then all of a sudden just seconds later there was a loud hissing sounds followed immediately by the sound of the liquid hitting the bottle, the sound carried on without stopping, “I need another one, quickly!” she said, “There was only one!” I replied, “Oh God I can’t stop!” she whispered, then made a straining noise, I heard pee squirt into the bottle once, and again, this time longer, “I really can’t stop” she whispered, then another squirt followed by silence and the sound of the lid snapping on the bottle. I waited for a while and turned towards her to see her holding the pee bottle full to the absolute brim of pee, “Are you sure there were no more?” she said, she was standing up in front of her seat dancing from side to side with her hand in her crotch inside her trousers… “I’m sure!” I replied, “Do you think we can empty this out of the window, I can’t hold it now I’ve started!” she said. “I’m pretty sure we’d be arrested plus it’s disgusting!” I replied. She crossed her legs and laid her pee bottle carefully on her seat so that she could use both hands in her crotch, “I’ve never been so embarrassed, I’m so so sorry!” she said, “It’s okay, you can’t help it!” I replied, it had occurred to me that since her aim seemed good she could use any of the three water bottles we had emptied to pee into, but I wasn’t about to suggest that. Finally after a few minutes she managed to sit down, “I feel a bit better now” she sighed, “Thank you so much, I most definitely would have wet myself without you!” she added. She didn’t seem to want to talk any more, I guessed she was still bursting and uncomfortable so I once again pretended to read my book, I watched as she pee danced and jiggled around in her seat, frantically trying to hold on despite the remainder of her load waiting in her urethra, I knew that she was only holding now by clenching her labia tightly, and that they would soon tire. Finally we managed to arrive at the coach station, she had managed to hold it somehow and I’m sure was looking forward to a very much deserved dash to the toilets… I sort of hoped they were closed but at the same time wanted them to be open so that she could actually manage not to wet herself, my emotions were so mixed. She once again slipped on her flip flops and grabbed her bag, her bottom was dark grey and wet from her earlier leaks “You may want to tie your cardigan around your waist” I suggested, “Really? Is it that bad? Thanks!” she replied, blushing red with embarrassment. “Thanks again for everything” she said, almost too embarrassed to make eye contact. She stood in the aisle in front of me pee dancing, clearly still desperate. “Don’t forget to collect your luggage from the side of the coach, as this coach is late for its next pick up so will be departing almost immediately, all bags MUST be taken IMMEDIATELY after alighting the coach” the driver tannoyed as we filed out, she groaned, this would mean further delay! She gingerly climbed down the steps and off the coach immediately froze with her legs crossed tightly a few steps later. She stood eagerly awaiting her baggage, bobbing slightly and bending forwards in pain; I wondered if she had remembered her pot of pee, or whether it would be a nice surprise for the next passengers? I watched as she stepped forwards a little, “Is there one with a green tag?” she asked the man unloading the luggage, she crossed her legs and swung from side to side before starting to do a sort of chicken walk for a minute, then resuming her leg crossing and barely daring to move. She paced and pee danced as surreptitiously as she could manage until she found herself standing with her back to the coach, I saw a bag with a green tag being unloaded and expected her to rush towards it and rush away to the toilets but she didn’t move, she looked suspiciously over at me and quickly looked away again… She clearly spotted her bag and yet made no movement towards it, as I looked at her again, puzzled, I noticed that once again there were tears in her eyes and she was making attempts to keep them there rather than allowing them free passage down her cheeks… I wondered what was wrong; perhaps the exhaustion had gotten the better of her? Then I noticed, her bare flip flopped feet were glistening in the evening sun, behind her feet was a dark patch which was instantly recognisable as a puddle, and it was growing, running off the kerb and onto the roadside, I stood for a moment and watched the dark grey streaks grow wider and wider down her legs… Her legs were firmly crossed yet still she couldn’t help it, her body had tired of her defiance and had taken a stand… And what a spectacularly beautiful stand it was! She glanced over at me and our eyes met, I gave her a sympathetic look and she burst into tears. I walked past her and grabbed her bag for her and placed it in front of her, I hugged her and felt her sobbing on my shoulder… As I let her go I looked down at her crossed legs and instructed her to just let go, and boy she did, despite the already sizeable puddle and grey streaks she managed to let go of a huge amount more, she stopped when finally her legs were soaked and her trousers had stuck to her, she shivered in the early evening breeze… Her feet slipped from side to side in her flip flops as she headed over to the toilets, she dragged her bag in with her and waved goodbye as she disappeared into the door. I sat on the bench outside the toilets; I didn’t plan on waiting for her but felt weak with excitement at what I had just witnessed… She emerged some twenty minutes later and was surprised to see me sitting there, she had dressed in a black jumper and had changed into a pair of pale blue jeans and some black ballerina shoes. “I can’t thank you enough for today” she said as she approached me, “It’s fine, I just wanted to check you were okay and assure you that it was no problem”, “Well thanks, it’s not every day you get lumbered with a grown woman with the bladder of a little girl on your journey I bet!?” she joked, “I’d say it was more the bladder of an oil drum, have you seen that puddle?” I pointed with a chuckle. “Oh God” she cringed, “I can’t believe I wet myself within mere feet of the toilets!” “It’s okay, clearly you were desperate beyond your bladder’s ability” I said, “Clearly!” she replied with a laugh, again gesturing towards the puddle before burying her head in her hands in shame! “Anyway I’d better be off, my friends will be wondering where I am” she said, “Thank you again kind stranger!” she said as she walked away… I never did get to learn her name!
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