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  1. VID_20230520013210.mp4 😇
    17 points
  2. Sophie Hisgrove anxiously glanced at the clock: 12:53. Still seven minutes to go. Seven minutes till freedom, until her time at university would be over. After the seemingly endless days at the library, nights brushing up on the Ottoman Empire instead of going to the pub, she was ready to reap the rewards of her hard work. Very soon, she'd be several pints deep in the beer garden at The Sheep and Tiger, making up for a month of exam induced abstinence. But first there was something very pressing she had to attend to. Trying to distract herself from her very full bladder, she glanced round the room. Her best mate Jasmyn's eyes had practically rolled back into her head, and Sophie knew exactly what was happening. An explanation is necessary at this point. Sophie's world on the face of it looks a lot like the Planet Earth that you and I are familiar with. It's still 2023, there's still a Leeds University, and people aren't using jetpacks to get to Tesco. But unlike the world we know, everyone is born with a randomly allocated special power of some sort. A lucky few had powers that made their everyday life extremely comfortable, but most people's powers were fairly innocuous and made very little difference to their everyday lives. Sophie's dad, for example, had the power to cook ingredients perfectly using his mind, and owned one of the most exclusive restaurants in London as a result. Sophie's sister, on the other hand, had the power to sharpen pencils using her mind. A useful power, but hardly one that was going to change lives. It was Jasmyn's power that Sophie was very, very jealous of at this moment in time. When Jasmyn's bladder was full enough, she is able to transfer her urine elsewhere. In other words, she could urinate freely without getting her clothes dirty. Usually, she'd just divert her pee into a nearby river or stream, but occasionally, she had been known to send it to other people's bladders instead. She normally only did it to people that have pissed her off. Once, she accidentally transferred her piss into Sophie's bladder when they were both drunk and bursting for a wee in the queue for Popworld in fresher's week, an action which led Sophie to wet herself in front of most of her new course mates. Once again, Sophie was reaching breaking point, and was praying for the end of the exam so she could go and relieve herself. Finally, the invigilator announced the end of the exam. Sophie had already undone the top button of her jeans, such was her desperation. Fortunately for her, Jasmyn had managed to send her pee somewhere else this time, otherwise she would have 100% wet herself. She wasn't even sure she'd make it to the toilet at this point. Her fist was dug deep into her crotch at this point, physically shaking as she waited for the invigilator to pick up her paper. She glanced desperately at the hordes of people already leaving the exam hall. There was no way she'd be able to wait in line. Her bladder, sensing defeat, allowed a drop of urine to escape into Sophie's panties. Almost on the verge of tears, Sophie silently cursed herself. She had time to pee before the exam, but had stupidly decided to spend the last few minutes cramming revision instead. And now all the coffee and water consumed was coming back with a vengeance, filling her bladder to the point of near-explosion. The second the invigilator had her paper, Sophie was up, clutching herself, whilst simultaneously pulling up her jeans. The urine sloshed uncomfortably as she left the hall as fast as she could, moaning as another spurt leaked out. She briefly assessed the queue for the ladies, but the sea of desperate woman dancing frantically stretched across the corridor and beyond. Sophie knew that simply wasn't an option. She'd only just shaken off the Sophie Piss-grove nickname, and she was not prepared to embarrass herself like that. For Sophie, wetting herself was now an inevitability. It was just a case of damage limitation. As she hobbled up the stairs, Sophie's mind was on finding somewhere where she could discretely wet herself, then make an excuse to head home, change, and come back ready to party. What she hasn't banked on was a first stroke of good luck that day: on the right at the top of the stairs was a vacant toilet. That joy was very short-lived, as speeding frantically past her came Francesca Alcaraz. Not much was known about Francesca. She was incredibly beautiful, with long black hair and immaculately maintained lightly tanned skin. This plus her mysterious aura meant that many at the university fancied her. But the few people brave enough to try and ask her out on a date were shot down instantly, with just a long and withering stare. Very few people had heard her talk, yet she somehow seemed to get top marks in every exam. She lived a life of solitude, and was normally found in Booth K on the 3rd floor of the university library, normally dressed head to toe in black, and always looking completely unapproachable. A rumour went round in second year that she spent an entire week in that booth without drinking, eating or peeing. With that in mind, it was strangely humanising to see Francesca running past her, clearly in dire need of relief. But Sophie knew time was against her, as she felt another dribble of wee run down her leg. Francesca darted into the bathroom, too desperate to shut the door. "PAUSE," Sophie shouted, her gaze fixated on Francesca, who had already started pulling her knickers down. Sophie rarely made use of her special power, the ability to freeze another person for one minute, but she had no other option. Rushing into the loo, she practically ripped her jeans and panties off. The second her bum made contact with the seat, her desperately, desperately, full bladder finally relaxed. The feeling was indescribable, better than any sex she'd ever had. As urine cascaded out of her exhausted peehole, she couldn't help but feel bad for Francesca, frozen in time right in front of the toilet. Very soon, she would unfreeze, and realise the toilet she was so close to was now unavailable. But Sophie's bladder had clouded her moral judgement, and she found it difficult to care about anything besides the intense feeling of utter relief. A minute passed, and Francesca reanimated, confused and on the brink of exploding. She shrieked as her bladder gave up. A gush of urine leaked out of Francesca, before steadying to a strong stream, dampening her knickers which halfway round her ankles at this point. Still dazed by the situation, Francesca tried to hold herself, clutching her pussy through her black skirt, but she was past the point of no return. Sophie finally stopped urinating, but Francesca's stream went on and on and on, flooding the floor of the toilet. She had given up trying to stop the stream, and instead, glared intensely at Sophie, as her bladder emptied itself involuntarily. Sophie wiped herself, keen to avoid eye contact, pulled her pants and jeans up, and flushed. "Francesca I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me," Sophie mumbled, shame taking over the high of relief. Francesca said nothing. "I only live a short walk away, you can come and shower and borrow some of my clothes if you like?" Francesca continued to glare at Sophie, who was now washing her hands. Francesca started whispering, intensely and angrily. "I'm sorry?" Sophie asked, fed up by the interaction. Francesca's volume crescendoed gradually to a scream of unintelligible words. Sophie wasn't renowned for her linguistic ability but she'd never heard the language that Francesca was shouting. It was almost mesmerising, her words had a chant like quality to them. It was also deeply terrifying, and Sophie no longer wanted to invite her into her flat. "Okay never mind then... sorry," she meekly replied, sheepishly leaving a piss-drenched Francesca chanting in the bathroom. Sophie pulled her phone out, and opened up WhatsApp: "Hey, got held up soz. I'll meet you outside. Got an unbelievable story for you..."
    9 points
  3. This is a 'reader's letter' taken from Fiesta Magazine. It might have been included on this site before in a story compilation, I'm not sure. I actually used to have the original magazine, but it's long gone now! Needless to say I had read it endless times by then. This is actually the first erotic story I ever read, let alone of this type. It had a very profound effect on me! Golden Girl Fiesta (1986?) I have sometimes read letters in Fiesta about urolagnia, as I believe it is called, and am always turned on by them. I often wanted to watch past girl friends pee, but never dared to ask! With Irene it just happened. I have been sharing her flat, and bed, with her for six months now. A couple of weeks ago we went to the wedding of a relative of hers. As I drove us back home, Irene dozed off. Just after I got onto a motorway she woke up, “Where are we? I’m dying to pee!” she said. When I told her where we were and that there were no Services she did not turn a hair. “Oh well, holding it makes me randy anyway,” she said, crossing her legs. The knowledge that she was in need of a pee gave me a hard-on. To my amazement Irene promptly dozed off again. I drove on, and after I left the motorway slowed down through a small town only to see that the toilets were closed. Irene still dozed but I could see her foot swinging and knew she was squeezing her thighs under her dress in her sleep. She woke up with a start when we were quite near her flat. She sat bolt upright in her seat, her dress dragged up, her hand between her thighs. “I thought I was doing it. I dreamed I was pissing!” In the light of a street lamp we passed I could see her fingers pressed to the gusset of her tights. “Oooh, I’m bursting!” she told me, and I saw her clench her thighs tight together. My prick was hard and throbbing and I also needed to pee. I told Irene this and offered to stop at a pub car park. Irene reached over with her free hand and put it on my thigh. “You can’t piss with that! You’ll have to fuck me first! I drove on with Irene gently rubbing at her pussy. “I’ll make myself come if you don’t speed up. If I do then I’ll flood the car!” A few minutes later we were home and I fully expected Irene to pull down her tights and briefs and squat down in the driveway. She held on and was hopping from one foot to the other as we waited for the lift. In the lift she put her arms around me and began to kiss me, her knee between mine, her pussy rubbing hard against my thigh. “I’m nearly doing it,” she breathed into my lips. “Did you ever fuck a girl when she was bursting? “You want us to fuck? You’ll soak the bed.” I said. “In the loo. You’ll have to take your things off. You can’t imagine what it’s like to have a stiff prick inside you when you’re bursting!” The lift stopped with a jolt and Irene broke away, grabbed herself between her legs. “Ooh, I’ve done some. I’m so full I can taste it.” She was nearly frantic as I fumbled with the key to the flat. Urging me to hurry, her hand between her legs, her dress pulled up, she grabbed my hand and dragged me into the loo. “Unzip me,” she muttered, turning her back. I unfastened her dress. “Take your suit off, quick,” she urged, already getting out of her dress. Her waist slip quickly followed and all the time she kept grabbing at her pussy. She made me sit on the loo, shirt rolled up around my waist, Y-fronts halfway down my thighs. Irene straddled me, having ripped the gusset of her tights. Pulling aside the gusset of her briefs she lowered herself slowly onto my prick. “Ooh, can’t wait much longer,” she gasped, bobbing up and down on me, my prick going deeper and deeper into her. She sucked in her breath, riding me faster. “Going to come. Can’t help it. Going to come,” she gasped out. Come she did, and a warm flood bathed my balls as she began to piss. At that moment I erupted inside her, filling her with my spunk as she relaxed her taught sphincter at the moment of orgasm. Later Irene told me that once before she had fucked with a full bladder at the insistence of former boyfriend. She had soaked the bed, much to his annoyance. I plucked up courage and told her I had often wanted to watch a girl pee. She laughed and said I could watch her as often as I wanted, on one condition, that I fucked her immediately afterwards. I was only too willing to agree to this request. Bob, East London
    8 points
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  6. „Kann you stop please to talk about peeing! I nearly do it in my panties. Honestly, i can’t hold it back no longer, drive please as fast as you can!“ said Sue. “What‘s wrong with our bladder queen?“ asked the driver to tease her. “I don’t know it for myself, but my bladder is hard as a rock and it is going up to my belly button.“ answered Sue, opened the waist button and caressed her swollen belly. The fellow passenger turned around, looked at Sue’s naked abdomen and said “Oh my god, i have never before seen a belly that swollen and a bladder bulging so much. “That is not fair, i want to see that too!! Promise me that you’ll show me your sexy, swollen belly before you get out.“ said the driver begrudging his friend who was able to watch Sue’s belly and how she caressed it, touring all the way. “You two are mega crazy, i am needing to piss so painful, my bladder hurts me from being violated to stretch far over its limit and i should show you my poor tortured bladder, for to turn you on and for to make you horny, because you like to see a girl suffer her worst pee urge.“ answered the girl. Sue was at her limit, that large coffee and that soda in the ice cream cup, were to much for her, since noon already very full bladder. She pressed both hands between her thighs, she was bending over and was shaking, from her horrendous urge and need to wee. “Stop please anywhere, i can’t no more, i piss myself.“ she was begging. “I can’t stop here and you can’t piss here on the street. You have to hold it. Squeeze your girl slit together and hold it!“ said the driver with a boner in his pants. “I’ll eat your seat if you don’t stop!“ replied Sue. “May i help you, may i press your little hole shut?“ asked the other boy, as well with a boner in his pants. “ That is no more funny, i really, have to piss now, my panties are already a little bit wet. Stop now before i piss myself!“ Sue was begging again. There was no opportunity to stop and the boys did not really want that. They wanted to see girls maximal desperate to pee and Sue was already frantic. 10 minutes later they were at Sue’s house, as soon as they stopped, she opened the door, pulled her wet panties down and pissed between the car and the door from the car. She had a little shelter to other people, but the boys had a good view. The girl pissed and pissed and pissed! The boys told her that they never before saw a girl pee so much and said that she is a real bladder queen, but not a holding heroine, because she pissed her little panties.
    6 points
  7. Here's a little tale of desperation I wrote up for @WiiGuy86 that I thought deserved to be shared with you all... I used to work on a pick-your-own fruits and veggies farm - not in the actual fields, but manning the little farm stand. When people came in, I would check their wrist bands and hand them plastic buckets (like this: https://products.blains.com/600/14/140431.jpg) to put their harvest in. My little building contained nothing by a cash register, piles of those buckets and a sink to wash the dirt off your hands. There was a main building where guests could buy souvenirs and snacks, plus the only bathroom on the farm, separated from me by about a 2 minute walk. It's important to note here that my boss was kind of a jerk. Nothing made him angrier than people sneaking onto the farm without paying the entrance fee, so I was not allowed to leave the desk unmanned under any circumstances. I ate lunch at the counter and unless there was someone else free to cover for me, I was basically stuck there all day. Because of this, I was usually quite careful to make sure I peed right before my shift began and controlled my water consumption pretty carefully. One day, though, it all went wrong. It was a scorching 85 degrees and all I had to cool me down were a few dusty fans and staying hydrated. I kept filling and refilling my Nalgene from the sink - it felt like I was sweating every bottle right back out. Of course, that's not quite how human physiology works, and halfway through my shift a slight need to pee began to arise. I radioed over to the main stand to see if anyone could cover for me, but nobody was free. Having pretty good faith in my bladder control, I figured I could get through the last 3 hours or so as long as I slowed down on the water. It would be unpleasant for sure, but I could make it, and I'd just dash right over to the main building as soon as I was done. Spoiler alert: it was not fine. My bladder kept filling and filling as all those past bottles dripped their way through my kidneys. I was thankful that I sat on a stool behind a high desk - like your girlfriend says, it's definitely easier to hold while sitting, plus no one could see me flexing my thighs and squirming around. As the last hour approached, I did give in and popped the button on my denim shorts to give my bladder some much-needed room to expand. The minutes ticked by, but I would be okay. I could make it. With about half an hour to go, though, I got a terrible call from my boss: we were having an event the next day and he needed me to stay late and clean up the farm stand so it would be "presentable". I grumbled internally, but that was fine - I could still go use the bathroom after we closed and then come back to clean. Finally, finally my shift ended and I gingerly peeled myself off the stool. Tugging my t-shirt down to cover my unbuttoned shorts and (at that point quite obvious) bladder bulge, I locked the door behind me and set off towards the main building. As soon as I stood up, I realized just how desperate I was. I badly needed to piss and I needed to piss soon. I waddled as fast as I could, up the dirt road and up the steps to the main building, only to be met by the worst sign I'd ever seen taped to the door: SORRY, CLOSING EARLY TODAY! No one had told me, and there was no explanation offered. I jiggled the handle and knocked loudly on the door, hoping that they too had just shut down for a deep clean and there were still employees inside. Alas, I was met with no response. At this point, things were getting bad. I don't get truly desperate often, but it was building and building by the minute. After confirming that I was truly alone, I allowed myself a quick, blessed moment of relief by shoving my hands between my legs and giving myself a tight squeeze. Not knowing what else to do, I set off back towards my building, cursing my boss and the whole stupid farm under my breath. Safely back inside and assuredly away from prying eyes, I devolved into an archetype of desperation. I was bouncing from foot to foot, clutching myself and letting out (frankly embarrassing) whimpers. I ran through my options, of which there were not many. I didn't have the keys to the main building, so that bathroom was truly inaccessible. I lived too far away to consider driving home and coming back, plus my boss would lose his mind if he stopped by and I wasn't there. We had no porta potties or other facilities. I briefly eyed the sink, but it was too high for me to jump up on and I was certain that if I tried to clamber up in this state, I would end up leaking at a minimum, if not worse. It seemed like my best choice was to find a place to squat outside. Now, another important piece of information is that our land shared a border with a neighbor's residential house, and that border was directly next to the back side of my building. Furthermore, there were no hedges and not much tree cover to make the separation; the "border" was just a chickenwire fence and a few scattered trees. None of the trees were thick enough for me to hide behind, and there weren't even any bushes, but I was frankly too far gone to care about dignity. I shuffled around back, feeling like I quite literally did not even have a minute to spare; I could feel the piss begging to burst out of me, pulsing down again my tightly clenched urethra. I made it behind the building, hands already eagerly tugging at the waistband of my shorts, but just as I was about to squat down, I glanced up and... made direct eye contact with my neighbor, who had apparently picked the world's worst time to hang out in his back yard. With a yelp, I stood back up and ran back inside. Practically in tears, I frantically considered last resorts. Peeing anywhere else outside was too risky as my boss was definitely still on the premises and could show up at any minute to check on my cleaning progress. I was absolutely certain that if I didn't do something in the next 30 seconds, I was going to be pissing myself for the first time in my adult life. There was only one option left: the buckets. You might be thinking this would have been the obvious solution all along, but you see, I am something of a germaphobe and take food safety really seriously. Even with the knowledge I could wash and sanitize it, the thought of urinating in a container that customers used to carry food had been simply unjustifiable. All of the adjectives in the world could not reflect just how desperate I was than the fact that I was now truly considering it - no, not considering it, deciding on it. With a groan, I locked the door, grabbed the first bucket I could reach, fled behind the counter and flung it onto the floor. With my legs shaking like crazy, I frantically clawed my shorts and panties down to my knees and squatted down. Now, sometimes when I've been holding my bladder for too long, it takes a minute to get going and I just sort of dribble for a bit. This time, that was absolutely not the case. My stream began as soon as I lowered myself down and it was strong. That little building was quickly filled with an obscene array of sounds: the incredibly pronounced hiss of 8 hours worth of urine leaving my bladder at maximum velocity, the loud drum of my heavy stream against the hard plastic bucket, and the rather obscene moans and gasps leaving my mouth fully involuntarily. Within a few seconds, the sound of piss hitting plastic changed to the bubbling noise of liquid meeting liquid as my release covered the bottom of the bucket. As I've mentioned before, one of my main turn-ons is not just a desperate, gushing piss but a long one. As I often do when I think something impressive is happening, I pulled out my phone to time this, albeit missing the first several seconds. The relief I was feeling was some of the best I've ever had. I pissed on and on, the thick stream not even beginning to lose power until a good 20 seconds had passed. After that initial torrent, things slowed to a more normal speed and decibel level, but they did not stop. It felt never-ending. Normally, this would be my dream scenario, but once the crazed urgency left the forefront of my brain, the reality of the situation did begin to set in. I was peeing in a bucket at work, in a building with open windows, with the possibility of my boss showing up at any minute. I began to push hard, hoping to draw things to a close before the situation ended in me getting fully and shamefully fired. Finally, things did draw to a close, although it did take several rounds of pulsing my bladder to rid myself of the last few waves of piss. I pressed stop on the timer, shook myself dry and redressed myself. I dumped the bucket in the sink, scrubbed it copious amounts of soap and the hottest water I could stand, and then rinsed it out with bleach to soothe my anxious mind. I finished up the cleaning as quickly as possible, locked up and drove home with my legs still shaking slightly. Now, what of the results? Let me tell you - it almost made the stress worth it. I checked the timer when I got to my car: including the pauses between those closing mini-streams but not including the first few seconds I'd missed, the beautiful numbers that appeared on my phone screen read 1 minute and 48 seconds. And in terms of volume... The buckets we used held 8 quarts and were about 8 inches high. At the time, I didn't think much of my output; when dumping it in the sink, I noted that I'd filled the bucket maybe an inch, which didn't seem like all that much. However, writing this up just now inspired me to do some math. If my piss filled about 1/8 of the bucket, that would be about a quart... And one quart is the equivalent of ~946 mL. I'd measured my piss on a few prior occasions, but never when truly desperate - a slightly-more-than-comfortably full bladder usually gets me about 550-600 mL. Never before had I gotten so close to a liter. I almost wish I'd held on just a little bit longer and gotten all the way there.... I guess I'll have to try again!
    5 points
  8. I apologize I’m advance for the long back story but I do feel like it’s necessary. so a couple weeks ago I played a drunk truth or dare game with some friends. I ended up having to do a dare and the dare was to try an abnormal fetish. we ended up googling a bunch of different ones and put them all in a list randomized and low and behold.. I ended up with omorashi! I have never heard of this and decided joining this forum and exploring it before trying it was the best thing to do. I have read a few experiences and let the thoughts race through my mind about all of this. I decided to try and pee my pants before taking a shower one night and just absolutely could not bring myself to do it. I had to go pretty bad then and still couldn’t do it. I mean I’ve trained myself my entire life NOT to do that.. lol Anyway I was determined to find a way to try it! Now I will say if I drink much of anything typically it goes right through me and I have to go pretty urgently once it hits. my friends have made comments about me always having to pee, so I’d guess I have a small bladder. I’ve had to pee really badly multiple times and had grave concern that I would have an accident even a couple times, but I never actually had one. I’ve peed a little bit here and there before from laughing or coughing but who hasn’t? Fast forward to tonight, I was working a second job that I occasionally pick up when I have nothing going on. it was a 10:00PM-3:00AM shift as a CNA. One of my best friends worked with me so I knew the night would be pretty fun and relaxed. usually the late shifts like this are pretty slow, but they do have busy moments. There have been a couple close calls of me being busy and not being able to pee for a while and feeling like I might have an accident while working here, so I felt like tonight could be a fun opportunity to put myself in a desperate situation. I stopped on my way in and got a 44oz coke and had a couple water bottles in my car so I took those in too. over my first couple hours I slowly but steadily drank all of my coke and the urge was starting to hit me pretty hard. we were completely dead as my need was getting obvious and I was just sitting there talking with my friend so it would’ve been too awkward holding and not going to a restroom so I went a head and broke my seal and peed. I started drinking both of my waters and got them both down within the next half hour and that’s when the work started getting busier. Call lights and a couple late showers had to be done. I was focused on working for 30 minutes to an hour and out of nowhere I had to pee and it was extremely urgent! we were about to do another shower and I chickened out right beforehand and ran on to the restroom again. I was too nervous to pee my self in front of my friend and a patient. I went ahead and refilled a bottle and drank it quickly after I went to the restroom. I decided to keep refilling it and had a couple more over the next hour and got even closer to having an accident again and of course chickened out yet again.. The only thing is this time I started leaking as I got to the restroom and I peed myself a little bit. my underwear leaked through and showed a little bit on my scrubs, thankfully they are black so it didn’t show! After this restroom trip I had 45 minutes left in my shift and a 15 minute drive home so I drank yet another water and REFUSED to let myself visit the restroom before leaving. 10 minutes until my shift ended the urgent need hit me hard again.. I ignored it, it got worse, I kept ignoring the need but time was dragging so slow and I had to pee worse and worse by the second! I had to hold myself and squirm and dance practically nonstop for the last couple minutes just to hold it. I was so nervous but at the same time excited! I felt like I was going to finally get a sample of the fun you guys talk about on here! I had to waddle my way across the building to clock out. It was by far and away the biggest struggle of my LIFE! Thankfully no one was in the hallway and didn’t see me fighting my bladder for it’s life! I knew as I made the long walk around the guiding towards my car that there was no way I could hold it til I got home but I decided to say screw it and risk it anyway! I danced and held myself with all of my night as I stepped slowly to the car.. until I got right to it and the floodgate broke loose.. a small leak turned into a couple more, then to a slow stream, to a complete flood and pee pouring out of me through my pants, all down my legs, into my socks and shoes and all over the ground. of course I didn’t think this through at all and had nothing to put in my car seat to keep it dry so I just had to sit there with pee pants all over my seat and drive home like that. I didn’t realize though that there was still a ton of water trying to work it’s way through my body and my need got extremely quickly again and I ended up having a second uncontrollable accident and peeing what felt like a gallon right into my cloth seat.. So my thoughts as I sit here in my drive way in a massive puddle in my drivers seat of my car and my pants soaked from top to bottom and my feet feeling like they’re swimming in my shoes, THIS WAS ACTUALLY KIND OF FUN😉🥵 I wanna try this again soon, it might end up being my new thing! and since I’m already soaked and sitting in a puddle and have to pee AGAIN. I’m peeing myself again as I type these words 😘
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  9. Two weeks ago a good friend of mine got married. After church, there was a reception with champagne, coffee and cake. I talked to a good female friend of mine from college (Janna) who I had not seen in a few years. She is 29 and works as a consultant for a Big Four company. As the schedule was really tight, we were suddenly urged to get to the taxis in order to make it to the wedding dinner on time. In order to keep our conversation, Janna and I boarded the same minibus taxi together with about eight other people. Janna and I were sitting in the back row and usually the drive should only take half an hour. However, there was some obstacle on the highway which led to huge traffic jams. We therefore had to take a detour and the whole drive lasted almost 90 minutes instead of 30. Janna and I kept talking about this and that. After about half an hour I realised that Janna was constantly moving her legs. She also seemed to get less talkative within the next few minutes. She also asked me if I know how long we would still have to go. But I had no idea as I did not even know where we were exactly. We briefly left the highway and then suddenly stopped just next to the road. A guy in the front got off and went to pee right next to a tree more or less in full view of the car as some of his buddies were laughing. He must have begged the driver to make a pit stop. I noticed that Janna was very interested when the guy got off. However, it took him less than two minutes to pee and come back into the car. Janna seemed quite disappointed and kind of said half to herself, half in my direction: Actually, I also could do with a bathroom break somewhere. I said that there is no real bathroom around and she agreed. Within the next few minutes she got even more quiet and seemed to concentrate while jiggling her legs right next to mine. We then went on another highway where thee was also stop-and-go traffic as many cars had to take the detour. At this point, we were still about 45 minutes from our destination. When I asked Janna something, her mind seemed to be somewhere else and she did not really answer my question. She then apologised for not being talkative and said: I'm sorry, but it's just that I really kinda have to use the bathroom. I noticed that she had a really worried expression on her face now and she had started rubbing her thighs through her yellow-coloured dress. A few more minutes went by until she asked me if I think that we could stop somewhere to use the bathroom. We were in the middle of the highway in standstill traffic, so I told her that I do not know where the next reststop is. She went back to fidgeting until it seemed to get so bad that she had to lean forward in her seat. She then said in a strained voice: Ugh, I really need a bathroom, how much longer do you think it will take? I did not know. She then tapped on the shoulder of a girl in the row in front of us and told her that she has to pee. The girl said that she will ask the driver which she did. However, the driver just shook his head and seemed to be annoyed. The girl then told Janna that the driver said there is no restroom around and he cannot stop now. Janna seemed to be really desperate by now. The girl in front of us told her that she also has to pee and that they would have to hold on together. However, this did not really comfort Janna. A few more minutes went by until Janna's state seemed to go from bad to worse. She could not sit still anymore and was desperately squirming in her seat. Another 3-5 minutes later she suddenly grabbed her crotch and had a strange grimace on her face: This is super embarrassing, but we need to find a bathroom now. I don't think I can hold it until we get there! Two minutes later she grabbed her crotch hard again saying I don't care anymore and opened her seatbelt. She urged the girl in front of us again to please ask the driver to stop. When the driver seemed not amused, Janna pleaded with the girl to make him stop. Then the unthinkable happened: Janna grabbed my leg with one arm and put her other hand over her mouth and almost started to cry. I really need to get off or else I will.... she then squirmed in her seat again until she suddenly stopped and with a strange and shocked expression said: I'mgonnapeemypants, ohmygod! Of course, I did not believe it, but she seemed frozen in her seat now and did not say anything anymore. I only realised that she was serious when she took her hand out of her crotch and I saw that her hand was wet. She started sobbing and I could not believe that this smart adult woman really just started peeing in her dress. When we got off about 10 minutes later, she tied her jacket around her waist and immediately ran to the bathroom. She did not attend the dinner anymore, but must have told the other guests that she feels sick. I have not heard from her again since.
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  10. Mei Comic Commission done for @Yellow Star I posted this on my commission thread but thought it would be best to put it on here as well since more people follow this thread. Also I will be getting to the other requests that I have on here so don't worry about that👍
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  12. This is a story that happenes to me quite often. About a year ago, I changed over to wearing diapers full time, but being a college music major, you have to perform with groups and in front of people all the time. Anyway, with the change into wearing diapers full time I've also been wearing them during music concert AND performing while in them not to mention sometimes I've even peed in them (my director knows that I wear diapers, because of an "incontinence" that I told her about (which wasn't entirely true). But at the past few music concerts I try to drink a ton of water because playing an instrument with see dry mouth and lips isn't very good, so I drink a ton of water, but because I have a smaller bladder I usually have to go around 30-45 minutes after drinking it, so when I'm on stage and playing, I just let it out. Okay okay onto a story, this was my first time peeing during a music concert. We had a concert starting at 7, it was 6 at the time, so I started to drink water to get my lips and mouth ready. I was wearing a black dress and black boots and my diaper of course. So when it was our turn I'd already been feeling a small urge to pee, I had been thinking to myself I can pee after in my car on my way home, so I tried holding it until then. When we got sitting and ready to play my heart was beating super fast, we started to play our first song and about halfway through I had felt my diaper was a little warm, I'd peed a little but it felt super nice, so I waited for a rest in my musical part and let it flow it was super warm and coated my entire front side and a little of my backside as I had let it flow back a little, but now that my diaper was full and we were on stage, I couldn't just stand up and change it, do I just stayed in it. With a little spurts of pee here and there keeping the diaper warm, the concert eventually ended and I got back to my car. Where I had kept my diaper on and drove home in a warm soggy diaper. This whole scenario was so exciting I have purposely done it a few times now, luckily no leaks so far!
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  13. ex2

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    this one is a good one.
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  14. dm

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    are you people into this stuff? should i stop posting?
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  15. Hello, long (long!)-time lurker, first time writer. This originally just came out of an alternate ending I suddenly made one night purely for my own enjoyment. Then I thought, well that was exciting, what if I just started a whole new thing fresh...? And was inspired (by my dick, I imagine) to churn this out. Please excuse any odd formatting. Hopefully I can edit things if need be, this is my first real post here, I have no idea what I'm doing. Anyway, Please enjoy! All credit goes to Kasey (https://www.omorashi.org/profile/223054-kasey/) for the original work: This is basically a fanfiction-y spiritual sequel. Not really authorized in any way, hopefully you don't mind, I really enjoyed the original story! "Parker's Second Ultrasound" Unfortunately, despite my best efforts at clever schedule arrangement, Parker was my second-to-last patient that day, weeks later. “Parker! Come on in,” He got up from his seat in the waiting room and entered, already seeming much more in control than the last time I'd seen him. There was a pinkness coloring his cheeks, but I suspected it was more embarrassment at seeing me again than from expending effort. Hands were calm enough at his sides, he walked almost casually, but there was a visible stiffness in his gait that meant he would definitely love to have a piss right now. I couldn't help but pout in my head. Due to the patient I had after him, I wouldn't be able to stretch out his appointment to devote any extra care today. As much as I longed to keep him here until he was writhing on my table again, I really would have to get a completed examination out of him this time. I was hardly worried about Parker causing any trouble; he was far too submissive and humiliated about his prior accident to complain or even mention it to anyone. But if I brought a patient back for a fourth time after a third apparently failed attempt, a superior or some bean-counter might notice the name repeating. It could be played off, but the game was subtle manipulations, if I wanted to carry on with my brand of fun. "It's good to see you again, Parker," I smiled smokily, teasing, as he shimmied up onto the table. "I apologize I wasn't able to get you in for the last slot today. I know you prefer the privacy." The cute little freckles on his face were nearly swallowed by the burning redness that swept up to his ears. No doubt, he was conjuring images of the last time he had been in this room, on this table, helplessly unleashing his raging piss. He quickly turned away, unable to meet my provocative gaze. Maybe just a trick of the light, but I could have sworn I saw his dick twitch beneath his gray sweatpants. "Oh, um.. yeah. It's okay, don't worry about it," he mumbled awkwardly, shifting in his seat and still studiously ignoring me. Oh, this precious boy. "Well, I'm sure you know the drill by now, sweetheart. Expose that belly, and I'll get you gooped up." Nerves were clearly affecting him, when he jerkily tugged his pants down too far, exposing his cock to the naked air. And my appreciative look. I suddenly realized how much I missed this little playthi-.. my patient. He hurriedly pulled them to the correct height and adjusted himself. Pretending not to see his fumbling, I busied myself getting the gel applicator. I hesitated, then put some into my hand, opting to apply it hands-on instead. If I couldn't have my extra time, I was going to enjoy what I had. I smeared it on, taking extra care to cover him fully, probing my fingers around his bladders' curves and slope. It was certainly firm, but I also knew what he was truly capable of. He was maintaining his composure well, only fidgeting a bit before I was satisfied. But let's see how long he can keep that up... A quick wash at the sink, and back to business. I checked the probe and set to work moving it around on his middle. Before I could plan my next move, I noticed from the monitor that he was just a hair below the ideal level to get the readings required. In reality, this was a meaningless difference. I could see everything needed. But he was technically under... I was just barely able to hold down the devious grin that ached to split my face. Shifting smoothly into my new plan, I put on a puzzled expression, and hummed to myself in mock concern. Parker finally glanced up at me. I shifted the probe once more before humming again decisively and setting it back in its cradle. He was attentive now. "Are we done? That was quick..." He watched, relieved, as I wiped the gel off him with a paper towel. "Nope! You naughty boy, you didn't follow your instructions," I said playfully. "You aren't full enough for what we need." "I, I drank plenty! The recommended amount," he protested. "Sorry hon, maybe you did, maybe you didn't, but it apparently didn't make it to your bladder," I gave said organ a poke, reveling in the wince that followed. “Get those pants back up and... Here,” I handed him a 4oz specimen cup from my supplies on the counter. “We need to get some more water into you. Sorry, best I've got; but it's new, completely sterile. And it's small, so fill this up at least eight times at the drinking fountain in the waiting room and we’ll see how things look after I take care of my next patient.” “I really have to go now! How isn't it enough to- I can't drink all that too!” “I’m sorry Parker, but it's just how it is. I need your bladder at the correct fullness to get a good picture. So it needs to be all eight, just to be sure. Be a good boy, get that water in you, and I promise I’ll bring you back in as quick as I can." "But, but...!" he tried again. "Parker!" I said sternly and grabbed hold of his chin. "You know you need this check-up done, I can't do it as you are, and we can't just keep rescheduling because you don't want to cooperate! That being said, I'll ask... Did you have anywhere you needed to be after you were done here?" "N-no..." he admitted. "All right, good. We're getting it handled today then. Go follow my instructions, while I get things reset for my next appointment. But don't drink too fast! Don't want to get a tummy-ache." I smiled privately. We both knew his stomach was not going to be his main concern in just a short while. The consistent blush coloring his face drained away as his fate sunk in, and was replaced by frightened paleness. He stared down into the empty cup and slowly turned as I guided him to the door. It closed behind him and I set about cleaning the equipment and getting things ready for... I checked the next set of records... 28 year old woman, Sarah Brinkman. - I spent a fair ten minutes getting ready, decent time for Parker to have done as he was told. I opened my door with a friendly smile and announced to the waiting room: "All right, Sarah, I'm ready for you!" "Oh, thank God!" I heard her mutter under her breath as she hopped up and rushed past me into the office. She had her small purse held in a death-grip in front of her crotch and her thighs pressed tight together, making a swushing sound with her leggings. Very tight leggings; with no panty-lines to be seen. Saucy girl. Parker was across the room, starting to fill what must be his final cup of water. I lingered on him a moment, then turned to follow the fidgety brunette. She was already up on the table, leaning forward and shifting constantly. "Good afternoon, Sarah. How are we doing today?" "Mmmmm, afternoon.. Doing fff-fine!" she forced out, fooling no one. "Good to hear! I can see you're ready, so let's get started. I just need you to lay back and lift your shirt a little. And your waistband down to just below your pubic bone, please." She complied and lay back gingerly. Just the same, she grunted when she was fully reclined. " SHIT, " she sucked air through her teeth. "Oh, I'm sorry! I just need to go so baaad!" She moaned, worriedly rubbing her hands on her leggings. Only just resisting the urge to plunge them between her legs. I chuckled amiably. "Believe me, I've seen and heard it all, honey! Don't worry about it." After a moment, she had collected herself enough to complete her instructions, and revealed what she was wrestling with. She had the build of a devoted athlete; medium-small breasts, slim but muscular hips, and she was lightly tanned on her beautifully toned midriff, made all the flatter-seeming by the bloated bulge pushing up below it. Easily the size of a softball and just as firm. On her small frame, it was almost obscene. "My my, you weren't kidding," I commented. She just nodded. "I was keeping hydrated all day... I had my run earlier," A few trickles of sweat escaped her hairline and streaked her pretty face. If I were more into women, I would have been soaking through my panties with arousal. As it was, they were only partially damp. Such a display on this gorgeous woman couldn't be denied all affect. But I did have a job to do, and a particular young man currently bursting with excitement for me to finish, so I applied the blue gel and began the examination. Sarah shuddered hard at the cool touch of the applicator, legs crossed at the ankle and her strong thighs squeezing ever tighter at the probe's light touch on her skin. She was attempting to keep her breathing even and regular, trying to simply endure the pain, but it was quickly turning into short gasps as she struggled to keep herself still and dry. I split my attention between the monitor and drinking in her frantic battle. Unsurprisingly, she was overfull, but I was able to see what I needed from her. Her check-up was for something different than Parker's. Sarah's desperate sounds and the electronic hum of the equipment faded to the background as I couldn't help thinking of how Parker must be doing. How full he must be now. As that extra water I demanded of him trickling down into his already full bladder. Stretching it even further. How he must be clenching his little cock tight, curled up in his seat, rocking back and forth. Or maybe was he squeezing himself, both hands, as he skipped back and forth, potty dancing wildly and praying nobody was going to walk in and see him in such an embarrassing position. A loud groan of distress shook me out of my daydream. I realized I had drifted off staring at the monitor. And I hadn't moved the ultrasound probe for the past minute and was putting extra pressure on Sarah's bladder. She had her fingers dug into the cushion beneath her and one knee raised up over the other in a panic. "Oh dear me," I said, recovering quickly. "I'm so sorry about that, I thought I saw something, had to get a closer look." "Mmm," she whimpered, and only nodded again, face screwed into a tight-lipped grimace, sweating more now. Despite my daydreaming, I believed I'd gotten all I needed from her. She was finished up here and ready to be released. In more ways than one. Right as the probe left her skin, there was a sharp hiss between her clamped legs. The gray material tucked into her crotch became a darker shade glistening with wetness. Abandoning any embarrassment, her hands flew immediately to her pussy, jamming her fingers up between her lips as far as they would go. Despite the added outer pressure, another spurt escaped. A pause. Then a longer one. She moaned loudly in agony. Her legs were held ramrod straight, but her body as a whole was vibrating with effort. Sweat was streaming down her face, plastering hair to her forehead. A third jet spurted out around the finger tight against her pee hole, the longest yet. This girl was racing past her limits and I couldn't stop watching her crash right into the finish line. Sarah swung herself off the table and hopped from foot to foot in a frenzied dance, hair flying wildly. "I have to go, Ihavetogo, please, PLEASE, I have to PEE!" she nearly shouted. "Of course, you're finished, go, go!" to say otherwise would be unprofessional, of course. The squirming young woman pried one hand from her crotch and flung the door open to crash into the wall. Across the waiting room outside, Parker paused in his own dance. He was hunched over, legs twisted, dripping sweat, one hand on his knee and one inside his pants, gripping his cock for all he was worth. Looks like I was right, I though to myself. The head of his cock was held forward in his fist, making a visible impression on his sweatpants. A small dark spot bloomed as his grip wavered in shock at the sudden noise. His wide eyes were locked on the doorway in alarm. Sarah, meanwhile, lurched out and to the left, toward where the single unisex restroom waited down a short hall. However, her legs were so tightly contorted and clumsy from panic, as she tried to run, her right foot got caught on her left and she pitched forward to the floor. Luckily, her honed reaction time was fast enough to throw her hands out to catch herself. She stayed like that, on all fours, for a brief moment that felt like an eternity. There was a high pitched sound coming from her throat, and it was plain to see this was her final effort. I could almost imagine a deep rumbling sound building, like a boiler was rapidly pressurizing until the bolts fired off, seams burst, and blew the roof into space. I wasn't far off. With a sharp cry, her dam finally broke and boiling hot piss gushed from her pussy, clattering loudly on the linoleum floor. It sprayed out of her like a power washer on 11, forcing its way through the sodden material of her leggings as if they weren't even there. The way her hips were positioned, the stream was firing down and behind her, pushing her puddle back past my doorway where I stood gaping. It almost seemed to get stronger as she let loose a guttural moan, the smallest feeling of relief finally beginning in the base of her brain. Then her back arched, her body involuntarily trying to curl in on itself to bear down and mechanically force her bladder to empty faster. She relaxed slightly, then a contraction caught her again and brought her hips forward with a grunt, then again, and again for a fourth time, groaning raggedly with each one. Her own body worked her like a bellows, forcing the piss out in surging bursts. At long last, she seemed spent and the flow petered out. She sat there, hands and knees in a warm pool of her own making, head down, huffing like she had run a marathon. I gave her a moment, then approached and lay a comforting hand on her back. Apparently, that one small touch was enough to break her concentration and trip a hair-trigger deep inside she had felt rising, and a different dam broke. Her legs clamped together with a squelch and she tightened up again, fingers flexing and breath caught fast in her throat. One foot twitched pitifully behind her. She let out a tiny gasp and shuddered in place for a long moment. Slowly her seized muscles released and she swayed, now truly spent. I steadied her around the middle before she could tip over and get a face full of her own pee. I could only squat there and blink for a few seconds. I don't think she or I was expecting that. That piss must have really been something. "Sarah..? Are you all right?" I murmured. She blinked up at me blearily, struggling to get her bearings after such an... experience. "Um, I..." she cleared her throat, still in shock. "I... am so so sorryyy. I just couldn't hold anymore... it hurt so bad. And-and then I... I couldn't....it just hit me... right in front of you... holy shit, just kill me now..." A few tears plinked down into the piss puddle. Gentle sobs began to shake her shoulders as I stroked her back and took stock. The full puddle stretched a few feet out in every direction, more past my office. Her leggings were now basically a complete darker shade, soaked from the pressurized release and absorbed off the floor. And I had almost forgotten the other occupant in the waiting room... Parker seemed rooted to his spot, apparently not having moved since the door first swung open. Just staring in horror, as he still was, at the pretty girl forcefully voiding what he so desperately wanted to as well. He was still clutching at his cock in his pants, but it now jutted forward erect, and his wet spot had snaked a thin line down his pant leg to the knee. As if sensing my attention, he suddenly came back to himself and remembered his complaining bladder. He hunched forward again, renewing his desperate battle, and re-moistening his wet spot with another leak. "Sarah... Sarah, it's okay honey, you're okay," I consoled, and helped her rise to her wobbly legs. "It can happen to anyone. You should have seen our ultrasound training days in medical school. We had to practice on each other for hours!" And I continued a bit louder, "But you feel a lot better now, don't you? Relieved at last. All that pressure gone, you probably feel so much lighter!" I smiled at Parker, who was now kneading his cock to keep his own waters in. Sarah half-nodded morosely, still sniffling. I escorted her on towards the facilities. "How about you get cleaned up as you can in the restroom and- do you feel okay to drive home?" A nod. "All right. And really, you can barely tell at a distance. If you go out the back here, no one will be the wiser, I promise." "Mhmm... th-thanks," she said wetly. And tottered into the restroom. I turned back to take care of Parker, at last. Who was delirious with desperation by this point. His kidneys had done their job superbly and were working through all the water he had dutifully choked down, shoving it through into his bladder until the organ stood out proudly between his hips, taut as a drum. He was standing shakily at the edge of the puddle. He had himself pulled out over his waistband and seemed to be trying to hype himself up to piss on the floor. "PARKER. You put that thing back right now!" I whisper-shouted, feeling like a dog owner with a misbehaving pet. In his strained mind, he thought he could sneakily relieve some pressure into the mess already there. He gave a start as he heard me. And quickly yanked his sweatpants back up, waistband pulled purposefully above his bulge, and immediately pinched the end of his dick again from the outside. "But, I-! I can't wait, I caaan't... " He moaned out piteously, shaking his head back and forth. Yet, he still was. I quickly splashed over and seized him by the shoulders. "You can and you will," I commanded. "Let's get this done, sweetie. You've been such a good boy so far, don't ruin it now." And firmly herded him into my office, making tiny waves in the lake of piss with his shuffling feet. I kicked the door shut behind us and slid the children's step stool up to the table. In his state, I knew he wouldn't make it up himself. Shaking and shivering as he was though, I still had to help steady him. Before he sat down on the edge, I said, "First, we'll just get these out of our way entirely, yes?" Like a flash, I grabbed either side of his sweatpants and shucked them to his heels in one motion, dislodging his hand in the process. He squeaked in alarm and a quick shot of piss sizzled just past my face, which was now at crotch level. His bladder was truly incredible from this close vantage, it was now stretching the whole area between his hips and pushed out a solid inch or so, nearly covering his dangling penis in the shadow it cast. I gave his cock a hard flick as I straightened. "Hey. Do not piss on the tech," I admonished, but he hardly noticed. His eyes were screwed shut and cock pressed between palms tucked tight between his thighs, both to hold himself shut and try to hide himself in embarrassment. He moaned lowly as he forced back a further leak. "All right, now lay down, I'll get you checked out. And then you can let out allll that pee," He nodded, still concentrating, and eased his bare ass on and swung his legs up. I slid his bunched up underwear, pants, and slip-on shoes all the way off and tossed them on the counter. Parker now lay shivering in exertion and cold on the table, naked from the waist down. He had a white-knuckled grip on his cock, sweat oozing from every pore on his body. Bare dancing legs crossed one over the other, then the other way, one knee popped up for a moment, they twisted tight around each other, then stretched out flat; just trying to find a position that offered any relief. Wide eyes tracked me as I got the gel and probe out. I would have to be extra gentle, he seemed fit to pop at any moment. The gel slid smooth onto his heated body and he groaned as the applicator softly kissed his stretched skin. Had he been in a clearer state of mind, he would have long realized that if he was too full for the exam last time, he was definitely too full right now. As it was, he couldn't retain a thought beyond the retention of his piss. I was under no impression I would be able to get anything useful yet either; but I just couldn't help myself not to play it out anyway. It was almost sad toying with him like this, but my nethers swimming in steaming arousal did not care a whit. Gel done, now there was a problem. Two shaking forearms were stretched over the area I needed to probe. "Sweetie, your arms are in my way, I need you to let go of your cock." The look he shot me was pure disbelief. "No, no I can't! It's too much! I can't!" he whimpered, squeezing at his dick rhythmically. "Parker, you are not a child! Adults can hold their piss without grabbing at their junk. Get your hands off! Now!" He choked out half a sob, scrunched his eyes shut, and slammed his arms down to the table at his sides. They quivered there, longing to dart back down to squeeze again. I wouldn't be surprised if his fingernails had drawn blood with how tightly his fists were clenched. With arms unable to help, his legs twined themselves around each other, trying desperately to do it alone. His pelvis lifted off the table, then settled back again. He let out a truly agonized groan. "Thank you, sweetheart," I cooed. The probe came down and delicately traveled its course. I rested my offhand ever so faintly on the base of his bulging bladder. I could almost feel his sphincter fluttering in fatigue, as his cock jumped with each spasm and little squirts leaked out every few seconds. His breath was coming in short gasps, face burning red and shining with sweat, straining himself beyond belief to keep his piss contained with that one tiny ring of aching muscle at the exit of his bladder. I continued swiping across him, relishing his performance, but I finally relented. Despite not once looking at the monitor, I pretended I just noticed something and clucked my tongue, taking the probe away. "Tsk... ... -Oh fine, Parker, use your hands." The latest burgeoning leak was cut off as he rammed his hand over his cock, bending the pliable hose over itself and clamping down on it to stem the flow. "Well, it seems you overdid it, naughty boy. Now you've got too much piss in you." For a split second, he shot me a furious look, resent and indignant anger flaring in his eyes, but it was quickly smothered in a fresh wash of tortured desperation. I continued, "We'll have to let some of that out, so I can check you correctly." "Ba-bathroom?" A faint sparkle of hope glinted in his scrunched face. "No, Parker. Sarah's likely still in there and I won't have you bothering the poor woman." He seemed about to sob. "No, you're going to do it in here. With this," I held up another of the specimen cups from earlier. He either wasn't thinking about how precious little that cup could hold or he was so eager for any relief that he didn't care what size it was, as long as it could receive liquid. He nodded, and squeaked emphatically, "Please!" "All right, but only in the container! You wouldn't want to make a mess on my floor again, right?" I couldn't help but tease. He awkwardly scooted himself off the table as fast as the sloshing weight between his legs would allow and stood on the floor next to it, dancing about like he stood on hot coals. I handed him the cup and he got into position, tucked close to the table in a vain attempt to maintain some level of privacy to do his business. I could have pretended to humor his efforts and look away, but he wasn't paying attention to me anyway. He aimed his shaking cock as best he could, and finally let go. The piss ripped out him, drilling loudly into the small plastic container, which was filled to the brim in scant seconds. He grunted as he tried to pinch off the flow, but the head poking out of his tight fist spat another fat stream onto the floor. And then a second. His body had finally tasted a little relief and it burned to continue. A third hot spurt. His eyes flicked around in sheer panic, looking for something -Anything!- to help him, when he realized five more cups sat on the surface next to him. A measly four ounces were obviously not going to get him to the target volume, so I had laid out all the cups I had at hand. The young man set the full one on the table and snatched up the next to hold ready under his dick. Piss gushed at once into clear plastic. In a stroke of desperate genius, he let his cock hang on its own and grabbed the third cup with his unoccupied hand. Without slowing his stream, he swapped in the empty cup just as the second one started to overflow and set it next to the first one on the table. He continued juggling through them like that until all six cups were on the table, full of steaming urine. After enjoying such a long uninterrupted stream, his bladder shrieked all the louder when he clamped down again. I was almost sure he would scream as well. Doubled over and trembling dick held tight once more. Stock-still and focused entirely on maintaining control, he had to let a short burst out that had managed to force its way into his dammed up urethra. After a long half-minute, a single drop hung shining at the tip, but no more escaped. He managed to heave an unsteady breath as the thundering wave of urgency passed enough for his mind to clear of its blind panic. Parker's bladder still felt horribly full and on the verge of surrender, but at least he could think again. I let out my own deep breath. I had enjoyed seeing that. To my practiced eye, the bulge appeared much closer to an acceptable level now. I joined him on his side of the table to collect the piss cups. But first, I embraced him from behind to run my fingers up and down his chest, "You did so well, sweetie. But you did leak on the floor." He yelped when I gave his ass a solid stinging smack. "I'll clear it off and then back up on the table, boy." We both got ourselves into position, and I was about to begin when... "Parker," I began testily. "You're blocking me again." "I'm sorry! I still really really have to pee!" I huffed lightly and stroked my hand along his upper thigh. "Mmmm... I guess you sure do, at that... Remember what we did last time to help you hold it?" My fingernails traced farther upward. Now I gently massaged his balls, and they began to tighten up in response. "Y-yes..." he answered hesitantly, his mouth suddenly and ironically feeling a bit dry. "Well... get it started then," I prompted, adding a little huskiness to my voice. I continued caressing his sac as I gave his inner thigh a few kisses and a quick lick. His erection began to build, hidden under his hand, until it was too uncomfortable to keep forced down, where he let it out to spring skyward. He kept his hand wrapped around it but seemed afraid to go further. Embarrassment with doing yet another very private act in front of me warred with the visual and feeling of my head so close to his crotch, hot breath wafting across his sensitive areas. A bit impatient, I moved in closer and dragged my tongue on his balls, tasting the salty tang of his sweat. From the back of the young man's throat came a soft moan, different than what I'd heard from him so far today. Just a few more seconds of that and his cock was throbbing hard. Even if he wasn't cooperating, that should block off his piss for a time. "There you go, big boy, keep it in." I straightened and started my exam. When his erection started to flag a little from overriding piss pressure, I moved his hand off and wrapped my own slim fingers around. I had no qualms giving him a few tugs if he wouldn't do his part. The reluctant moans were part pleasure, part pain. Parker's bladder was still aching full, but decently reduced enough for me to work. He was still struggling with it nonetheless. I passed the probe back and forth, taking care to focus where I needed and make sure he was looking up to snuff in there. All the while, I kept a steady stroking of his cock, keeping him hard and the piss locked up. An impressive display of dexterity on my part. Meanwhile, liquid was still getting filtered out by two well-exercised kidneys; the last of the water he had drank earlier. As time went on for the examination, his bladder was refilling. It seemed at an exponential pace, as if the body was making up for lost time now that it knew some space had been made. Parker was becoming increasingly agitated, his reddened cheeks and sweating had kicked back in with force. Between my hand on his cock and his bladder inflating, he had two burning needs fighting for release. I slowed my stroking as I struggled to make out what I could through the increasing bladder size. It was near impossible by now, but I had experience and this was the final chance for getting this exam done. Suddenly, he grunted and a squirt of piss jumped from his hard cock and drenched my hand in hot urine. "Parker, I haven't finished yet! You hold that piss in, young man," I snapped. "Sorry!" He panted. "But I have to go- ... -fucking bad!" The blush had reached his ears again, painting him all in fire engine red. One heel was juddering a wild tattoo on the table as his legs shook uncontrollably. He shivered and shook all over, tearing between desperate need and frantic desire. His cock was fiery rod in my hand, which I now held still, simply squeezing him closed. I could feel his muscles clench through it, pushing and flexing against my hand. Holding back the surging ocean of pee or trying to reach an approaching orgasm, I couldn't tell. I doubt he could either. He let out whimpering moans with each panicked breath. His face was twisted into a horribly pained grimace as what felt like gallons of piss rammed on the same gate that his churning balls wanted to blast cum through. A hot prickling sensation climbed up his spine to the back of his head, making him tingle all over as his body felt ready to, he was sure, literally explode. The feeling spread out and down to fill his trunk and limbs with crackling, numbing energy. Fingers lost feeling while they dug hysterically into the cushion beneath him. During this rising turmoil, I kept my eyes on the monitor to get the last imaging of his raging insides. I could barely see at this point, but finally it was done. He was hale and hearty, no problems to be seen at all. I raised the probe off his squirming, writhing body and let go of his steely cock. "Okay, Parker. Looks like you're all good. We're done," I declared. His watering eyes darted to me and took a long second to grasp at the words that sluggishly worked through his waterlogged brain. He almost seemed to comprehend for a moment, Then all at once, his stomach muscles tightened and he half sat up as a long and powerful silver jet shot up from his erect dick. It nearly reached the ceiling before it all crashed back down again, dousing him, the table, and me. The stream paused a moment, as he strained to stop, but it geysered up regardless, arcing down again to splash all of us. He let out a cry. Abruptly, the torrent dwindled and cut off, as if something had closed off its path. Cock rigidly twitched a few times, but nothing escaped. He was tipping over the edge. Parker flopped back to the table and gripped tight onto the sides of it. He began to tremble as his ass cheeks clenched and stabbed his rock hard cock toward the ceiling. His brown eyes bulged and crept into the back of his head. His mouth dropped open and chin jutted out, for only a hoarse croak to escape. At last, muscles in his groin contracted forcefully, and a blast of cum erupted from his dick. It flew straight up to splatter down onto his own shirt. Hips bucked in spastic jerks with each mighty spurt that blasted cum with unbelievable power to splash down around him. I counted at least eight, reducing in volume with each, but the last was longer and clearer. Internal plumbing was forced to immediately switch gears as his bladder now exerted all its strength to void. His wildly confused system took that great forceful pressure as a sign to begin another round of orgasmic contractions. His hard cock continued to jolt, but now shot piss up into the air in quick bursts like he was cumming it out. It obviously felt so, as his head was still thrown back in ecstasy and his whole body spasmed. Each fat burst hissed as it escaped his highly pressurized pee hole. Eventually, his cock heaved a final time and the rhythmic shower was over. Parker lay boneless on the table, chest heaving as he could finally start to catch his breath. His eyes were closed in euphoric bliss and exhaustion. It looked like his bladder bump was near smooth again, but not completely flat even now. I couldn't be surprised, that was hardly a normal way to empty a bladder. Obviously he wasn't feeling it urgently, though; he almost seemed dead asleep, if anything. My white jacket had more than a few wet patches decorating its surface. I had tried to step back a bit when the fireworks had begun, but there was only so much room to escape that steamy golden shower. Although, it wasn't very golden with how hydrated he had been, and you could barely smell a hint of it. I slipped my outer layer off to avoid any more soaking into my scrubs underneath. My panties were also wet, but... that wasn't pee... I just had to give my slick folds a quick rub to partly satisfy the aching tingle. I shivered, then collected myself and went to stand at Parker's side with my arms crossed under my breasts. I waited there for a time, shifting my weight a bit, until his breathing began to normalize. I softly cleared my throat. His eyes peeled open, one at a time, and he seemed to have trouble focusing on anything. Slowly, vision cleared and he could see me staring down at him, a few random locks of hair wet and matted down to my scalp. One hung dangling in front of my face. The fiery blush returned once more, this time pure horrified shame and embarrassment. He knew what happened. My things squeezed together briefly as I bent forward at the waist. I leaned in close to his face and grabbed his chin roughly. "Parker... dear boy. I thought I told you... not to piss on the technician," I snarled. Wide brown eyes flicked between my own blue in terror. A feral grin bared my teeth. "You're not getting off from that scot-free." I pushed him away and stepped back. I slipped out of my shoes and stuffed my socks into them. Dainty feet patted on the cold floor. Looking him right in the eyes, I then hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my scrub pants and slide them down slowly, revealing the jet black panties underneath. An extra shine in the gusset where they were soaked with my arousal. I pressed a needed hand up against myself for a moment, then slid the panties down as well, pushing my ass out provocatively. Now I stood, hands on hips, naked from the waist down, just like Parker, who stared intently at my neatly trimmed bush. He swallowed hard and his penis jumped once as it tried to get hard again, but was unfortunately too wrung out to perform so soon. I showed my teeth again and climbed up onto the table to straddle his middle. There was just barely enough room to perch with my shins on the soft cushion to either side of him. "Ready to get yours, Sweetie?" I asked. Throughout this long day of excitement, my own bladder had filled significantly from my usual intake of fluid and a skipped bathroom break. As Parker was losing control wildly just then, I felt my urge ramp up quickly to be very uncomfortable. My own middle had grown large and hard in sympathy with my last two patients' desperate battles. Though not quite to the same degree. And now I could feel it absolutely aching to gush from me, onto the young man held captive between my smooth thighs. I sat my ass down heavily onto his pelvis, pressing down on his bladder and tucking his cock into the groove between my cheeks, aimed toward his feet. He grunted in surprise and discomfort. I gave him a last predatory look, and released. The piss rushed out in a surging river onto his stomach, hissing and splashing, rapidly re-drenching his damp shirt. A long moaning sigh whooshed from my mouth. Ohhh, this felt heavenly; the relief! It was not a stretch to see how Sarah could have came earlier just from pissing out her massive load. I could feel my bladder deflating as the days-worth of pee flowed powerfully from my pulsing pee hole. I gave an extra push, increasing the already vigorous flow into a roaring deluge, striking off his skin and flinging droplets into the air. The flood spread across his body, then off the table, in waterfalls crashing to the floor. A husky groan tumbled from my lips. I rolled my hips a bit, grinding my gushing pussy onto his abdomen. Then I heard the spattering sound of liquid striking the vinyl cushion behind me. It seemed his blocked bladder had finally relaxed again. I fancied I could feel the hum as the piss coursed through the shaft nestled into my ass. We both sat there, giving the occasional pant of delicious relief as we pissed out all we had for the next nearly forty seconds. Our streams slowly died out. I bore down again, forcing the last of it out in a hard squirt onto his stomach. We both breathed. The fire that had been burning inside me for the last few hours blew up into a roaring inferno, as if the pee I just released had been the last thing quenching its fury. My right hand flew straight to my hooded clit like a heat-seeking missile. Fingers rubbed frantically, using my piss and personal lube to fly ever faster and harder. Breaths came fast and hard as the heat spread up into my chest and face, nipples poked out against my bra. I spared a glance for Parker, seeing him goggle at the tech that had just emptied her bladder onto him and was now madly bringing herself to orgasm, perched right on top of him. He'd seen me naked and was currently wearing my piss, so he could get as much an eyeful as he wanted, far as I could have cared right then. My hips moved on their own, grinding my lips desperately against his pelvic area. I was already so nearly there. The sun-like heat in my body built rapidly to a supernova that finally detonated behind my eyes as a scream of ecstasy tore my throat raw. I saw stars as I blacked out for a moment and only distantly felt myself fall forward onto Parker's soggy chest. My muscles spasmodically twitched as I lay there, one hand still glued to my crotch, giving my clit a few gentle rubs to ride out the pleasure. A peaceful five minutes passed while I gradually drifted down from my incredible high. I couldn't help but let out a long sigh of satisfied pleasure, then lifted my head to give Parker a half-lidded, dreamy smile. The corner of his mouth quirked up slightly then back down, he was plainly unsure of how to feel about all of this. At length, I clambered off of him and stood next to the table. I adopted a professional tone, in hard contrast with the cool air I could feel caressing my damp labia. "Okay, we're all finished up here. Thank you for being so cooperative today. Your results will be added to your records; you can check them out online if you want in your Patient Portal. Have a great evening, and if you have any further questions or concerns..." I took his face in my hands and darted in to mash my lips against his. Mouth parted slightly in shock and I slipped my tongue in to dance briefly across his teeth. I released the suddenly breathless young man and pulled back. "..please don't hesitate to schedule another appointment." And there we are. Hope you all enjoyed, (while a little hot under the collar, if I did it right). I'm not sure I got the characters quite true to the original, but eh, it is what it is. Fanfiction, after all. Also please excuse any awkward bits of inaccurate medical tomfoolery, I am no doctor. And have never even had an ultrasound myself, for that matter. I am also not a woman, so hopefully the intimate descriptions were close enough to accurate and, at the least, not cringe-inducing. All righty, off you go now.
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  16. You know, this is interesting to me. It was by finding the community that I finally made peace with my fetish. I'm pleased that your therapist said that you should find a community, because I have occasionally read stories about people getting pushback from mental health professionals over their fetish. And while I kind of get it, it's not helpful. By finding the community, I learned that I am not alone, and I felt accepted for all of the sogginess in my shorts. Do know, however, that sometimes the community has to move. In the time I've been in it, it's been centered around Monty's Watersports Forum, Wetset Forums, Experience Project, Reddit, Quora and here, and sometimes a site will shut down or become hostile and we end up moving on. When this happens, don't worry and don't get angry or sad. The community lost a home, but will find another. By the way, it's good to have you. May you find the acceptance that you need.
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  17. 408 downloads

    I got this one on Twitter. I may erase these videos because of the copyright issues. Enjoy!
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  18. Didn't expect to update this thread again but here we are lol Mei (Overwatch) comic commission done for @Yellow Star
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  19. ex2

    View File ex2 this one is a good one. Submitter angus5555 Submitted 05/20/2023 Category Female  
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  20. It's the 16th of January 2017 Today I was a very very naughty girl, I decided to wear my lovely tealish maxi skirt, with a thong piece and beige nylon stockings. I was holding and holding and holding. Omfg it began to hurt really bad. My girlfriend fell asleep on my bed. I thought of her consideration, if I went pee in the bathroom and she needed to go, I'd feel bad so why risk it? I sat there emailing my full bladder complaints to my gentlemen friend. I had coffee, some nerve settler that was, it only added to my desperate need. I started to whimper to myself, pathetic I know! I sat there with a hand between my crotch and some pee managed to escape, but I regained control. My girlfriend decided to wake up and sat beside me and put her arm around me. I let out a tiny groan, it only made my bladder worse, lol. I got up and told her I needed to pee, and she took my hand and held me by behind. It got me a little excited I'll admit, especially when she placed a hand on my pussy region through my skirt and told me she'll hold me if I decide to go, so I did, my skirt got completely drenched and you could see a thick pee line between my legs. I couldn't help but let out tiny moaning sounds, the relief i felt was amazing!
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  21. Oh shit lol you're right, I'll find a different way of drawing it without the coloring (edit) Ok, did a super quick redraw of the first one... does this look okay?
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  22. I thought sites like these were always for guys. But as I looked around I realized there are women on here like me too and they get treated respectfully. It’s really fun to share stories so I jumped in when I realized I should. like others though I’ve mostly just been really secretive about my kink otherwise
    3 points
  23. More Omori doodles. Tried different perspective in the second one lmao, didn't turn out great but still not too bad.
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  24. I imagine a small bus station without toilets, where the drivers wait for their turn, chatting, smoking.. Of course they have to pee and the male drivers either move towards the bushes or, if there are no passengers, they pee behind the buses. The female drivers are worried, because they can't pee before departure, they see their male colleagues relieving themselves, and then come back smiling "ok I'm ready, I'm going, see you later!" Every woman thinks "damn! you were able to pee, I can't! I have to keep it for at least two hours" Or I imagine a scene where a female cab or uber driver is carrying two men. She needed to urinate but she accepted the ride because she was last. Unfortunately, the road is longer than expected, there is a lot of traffic and the journey has lasted more than an hour. She is very nervous and squeezes her legs. The two men both drank a bottle of water and suddenly start saying "is it long? we need a bath". The woman replies "I'm sorry, there are no toilets on this road and with this traffic it will take a long time". Actually she needs a bath too but she doesn't say it. After another 20 minutes all three are very agitated. They only traveled a mile. One of the two men says "Madam can you turn into this little road?" She replies "but our destination is straight ahead!" He "Don't worry, pull the car over so we can pee." She is flabbergasted. Such a thing had never happened before! She travels 200 meters and stops the car. The two men get out, stand beside the car, unzip their pants and extract their penises. She bites her lip. She has to pee too! She squeezes her legs. She can see them both: she can see the streams of their pee and hear the loud sound of the liquid on the asphalt. They stayed close to the car, shameless. A few meters away from her, two men are spraying pee like two fountains, while she has a huge weight on her bladder and feels helpless, frustrated by this situation. Her anatomy doesn't allow her to pee like this. She could get out of the car and squat down, but the two men could be looking at her and most of all… she's the driver, she wouldn't be professional! An interminable minute passes. The two men shake their penises and tie their pants as they turn to the woman, smiling. "Thank you ma'am, we really needed to pee for an hour." She smiles but she is in pain ... she must have been peeing for more than two hours! ...how does the story continue?
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  25. Example: Gallery: I've decide to try taking requests since I keep making the same kinds of images over and over again. Ask for anything and I'll see if the AI can make it. You can ask for style, clothing, characters, locations, and all sorts of stuff. I can't make images with more than one person reliably, but crowds do work kind of. If you want to play along at home I've been using this LORA https://civitai.com/models/54534/peeing-self-concept for pee images and various checkpoints for various illustration styles. It can do pee stains very rarely but it's random. There's no way for me to make the pee stains happen unfortunately. I tried to make my own LORA but failed, it's really difficult and time consuming and the new Zelda just came out.
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  26. Hello again. Few weeks ago I was able to have a little fun again... I decided to hold it to my absolute limit! Usually I just 'give up' and wet myself without much effort to actually hold it in. But that day I decided to NOT give up so easily. I started everything by keeping myself VERY hydrated throughout the day. Drinking much more than usually, while still using the bathroom normally. I stopped using the bathroom at around 11 pm when my siblings started to get to their beds and I was FINALLY about to get some privacy. I was already kind of desperate, but I wanted to watch an film to the end. It was a film called 'Looper', but the name is probably the only thing I remember...😅 Anyways, I drank around six cups of tea during the movie, and I was feeling quite freaking full when the movie was close to the end. When it did end, I started to setup my floor with an giant plastic bag and some towels on top of that. I have already ruined one part of our floor, I really don't want to do that again 😆. I really regretted for not doing the setup earlier, it was annoying thing to do whilst desperate! I had just put the towels on the floor when my sister came in. I almost panicked, but then I just calmly lifted everything suspicious on my floor and threw them behind my armchair. I still can't believe she didn't notice anything, she was just looking at her phone 👏. She said that she wasn't feeling sleepy at all, and wanted to talk to me instead! It felt so unreal, she has never came into my room at so late time! (She is 16 by the way.) At first my mind was like "Oh yeah, now I have to hold it! This is perfect!". But as time passed by and she noticed that she hadn't written her diary yet and started to write it RIGHT THERE, i started to panic a little. I couldn't sit still anymore. I tried to say to her that I would like to sleep now, and she was like "I'll be quick, just a few more lines! Then I'll go to bed!". Now something about her; she does her diary EVERY day. EVERY FUCKING DAY. And no matter what, she wants to fill the pages right to the end. Exactly one big page every day. A bit crazy behavior, if you ask me 🤗. So I knew that I just had to wait. Of course I could have used the bathroom freely at any point, but... I had decided to hold it. So I just crossed my legs even more tightly and tried to act like nothing was going on. At one point I had to stand up to do a little pee dance, it was hurting so much I couldn't sit anymore! I was actually really close to losing it at this point. Soon I sat down again and started to feel a bit better. And I still had to use both of my hands to hold it in... Then she said that she's ready to go to sleep. I'm not sure, but I think that she was around an hour in my room. I felt so happy when she finally left, I don't think that I'd have been able to last a lot longer! So when I was sure that she won't come back, I quickly dug the towels and threw them on the floor. I mean, I just threw them. I did not care to carefully set them or anything. There simply wasn't time for that... 😂. Then I completely focused on holding it in. Legs TIGHTLY pressed together. My hands being the final hope to stop the flood. At one point I even tried laying on my bed, but it didn't help at all... I know that I have never been so desperate. NEVER. That's for sure. I leaked a bit, and felt SO excited! It felt so awesome to start losing control like that! It was my first time ever to actually pee myself because I simply could not hold it any longer. I tried to stop it, but... Oooohhh, I could not stop it. It felt far too good to be stopped! It didn't take long until my jeggins ended up being... well, quite damp ☺️. It was awesome. Absolutely the best wetting I've ever done. Wetting myself uncontrollably like that felt maybe 10 times better that 'just' wetting myself. HOW this ended up being so long post? I had just planned to post the pics and not to write a long story like this... Well, I don't know. Maybe someone will find it amusing. So, the pics: And my personal favorites: And pics from my panties for those interested: ps: Getting those tight wet jeggins off was NOT an easy task...😆
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  27. I've been playing Chess casually for a little over a year now, I wouldn't say I'm extremely good but rather that I'm pretty competitive! Quite infrequently I would go over to this older mans house to clean it while he's home or away for a little bit of extra money for myself. Him and I didn't talk very personally, more so superficial how are you and are you up to much sort of thing, but one of the things I did show a bit more enthusiasm for in our short chats was my liking for chess, he himself pitied himself a beginner at it so I would more often or not kind of tease him a little bit about how I'd like to play him because of his inexperience. He'd jokingly take it and say how I'd probably best him at it. On this particular day I was over finishing up cleaning up when he came home, he asked if I was almost finished and acknowledged it. He went into dining room and sat at the large table which he usually would sit at whenever I was over while on his laptop computer. I myself finished up the rest of the living room and came into the dining room telling him I had finished. He reached in his pocket and pulled out the regular payment, I began to grab my things which I had placed on the table before being handed my payment when he asked If I had wanted to play him in chess. I chuckled and said, "Surely if you want to" I noticed that he had purchased a chess board while cleaning during the day. "Why yes I do" He said giving me a smile. I sat down on in the chair next to the edge of the table beside him and we began setting up the board which he had placed on his lap for me to not see, I presume he wanted it to be a surprise haha. I half heartedly confessed that I had saw it earlier and he chuckled and said, "Good so you've been thinking of the game" with a more teasingly sly twist on it, "There's no thinking required for ours" I said giving quite a cheeky response. He said in a more light hearted tone, "Oh good, I'm just making sure there wont be any excuses when I win" In that moment while I had still trusted that he was quite inexperienced at chess I did feel a subtle feeling of unnerving within me as he seemed to be quite confident in his tone. I giggled, merely pretending to brush it off even though it had taken initiative in my mind, I crossed my legs and sat up straight as we begin our game, I with black leggings and a white camisole, matching light pink bra and pantie underneath. He was in jeans and a white tee with a flannel over it. He was a bit larger in size, I would say 6'1" and around 250 lbs. I being 5'8" 140ish. I noticed quite soon into the game that he really had no idea what he was doing, he began pushing all his pawns forward. I responded trying to neutralize the position by pushing some of my own pawns. He looked up at me and said in a pretty assertive tone of voice, "You know you've been talking quite a bit about how good you are" I gave a smile as a I looked into his eyes before looking back down at the board replying with, "And?" His confidence for some reason just really was so unnerving to me, along with the fact that he was playing so randomly that it was actually making me feel uneasy about the position. I honestly felt myself feel the gentle but subtle urge to pee as I am one to feel as so during times of stress. I in my competitive confident mind began to question myself, why is he so confident I thought, could he have played before and I'm just falling for his trap I wondered... I quickly brushed it off and put it out of mind, how could I think those things, he's obviously never played and I was just overthinking. That's when I made a grave error and simply moved a piece without actually analyzing the board. I was too preoccupied with decrypting why he was so confident and I blundered. I externally didn't react but internally my heart froze and so coincidentally when he said, "Oh just an accident?" as he took my piece gaining control of the game, I had lost control of myself, the thoughts of possibly losing to him began filling my mind, what will he say, how will he react if I lose, I cant lose, he's obviously a beginner and he's talking trash to me, how can this be? flooded my head and I felt myself begin to leak ever so gently into my panties. I bit my lip trying to keep composure and played yet another bad move because I had lost focus of the position with all the thoughts flowing in my mind. My mouth fell open and I realized it instantly, I was going to lose. "Such confidence young lady, such confidence" He said gleefully basking in his success as he took my other piece and sat back in his chair gazing at me. my heart began racing, I tried thinking about what I could do yet it would get abruptly silenced by the screaming thoughts of defeat in my head. I kept my eyes on the board, my posture slightly in defeat, my composure was obviously blown and he knew it. My panties began filling with pee, my heart racing and legs gently shaking. I looked up at him with my eyes before softly muttering out the words, "You win" my hands in my lap, my confidence broken, the humiliation that I had not only lost to a beginner but he had trashed talked me, and left me without composure, without control... He leaned forward and put his hand on my knee and said gently, "Its ok, every dog as its day and I was just lucky" I looked up again with my eyes and gave a half smile, feeling my heart racing, unsure whether I had peed through my leggings, I stood up and as he followed suit I thanked him for the game and I quickly left. I kept eye contact hoping he wouldn't look down, I never checked my seat to see whether or not I had leaked through.
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  28. I only seem to get sick on weekdays. I must have a weekend immune system...
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  29. Winner: Option A Cindy slowed her pace slightly, thankful the others were paying more attention to where they were placing their feet than to her. After double and triple checking they indeed were paying her no mind she briefly relaxed her sphincter before swiftly shutting it off again. A brief jet of piss squirted out and wet her pink panties but her bladder was hardly satisfied with this. She gave another glance around and then again relaxed and clenched once more. Again she managed to release a small spurt, just enough to dampen her panties again but they didn’t seem quite to the point of saturation. With her confidence somewhat bolstered by her two successful tries, she went to let herself leak once more. Again she relaxed but this time when she tried to clamp the flow off again her muscles wouldn’t quite listen. Her eyes widened in brief panic as her hands immediately flew to her crotch and clamped on tightly. She stopped and pressed her thighs together as she did this, forcing her body to stop the flow although her bladder was none too happy about this. She could feel that the fabric beneath her hands was damp, a barely visible wet patch on her leggings in front and back. She finally looked up and immediately her eyes met someone else’s. Bladder status: 90/100 Natural filling (drank water), +10 Large leak, -15 Choose: A) Mason sees her and quietly insists she squat B) Ben sees her and starts to mess with her but keeps it to himself C) Ben sees her and makes the others in the group aware
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  30. ex

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    another one
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  31. As a kid I used to just go in my snowsuit since I was going to be wet one way or another.
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  32. Yes it can. :) RNGesus was giving me some problems and either made her pee out of her hand, or have a comically large pee waterfall, but I have some. I didn't ask for two, but it gave me two, and I liked it. The first 2B's boob window isn't fully there, but maybe that's how they tell the androids apart, or maybe RNGesus is a fickle beast. This is in the style of line art, or at least that's what I told it to do. 2B is an android so everything she does is more powerful than any normal human, including peeing. This is in the style of fine art supposedly. What if 2B were a Pixar character? She'd be thicker than my cat Sadie (Sadie is very fat). Sorry about the hands, Stable Diffusion is very bad with fingers. RNGesus decided the face needed to look off, but that's okay I supposed.
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    Dirty blonde pees herself while tied up
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  34. I made my boyfriend wet himself for the first time and it was absolutely hot he was squirming so early into the hold and as he got desperate he started to moan more and more till finally he turned of the camera to record the mess he was making he moaned and opened his legs as hot steamy piss flows through his underwear and down his legs making a mess on his bedroom hard wood floor feeling humiliation and shame but also arousal
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  35. Hi, its been a while. So, my bladder has been feeling kinda tired all day. Last night, I did a minor holding session, so that's probably why. After a long day, I felt up to doing another hold. So, I've been drinking water and tea for the past three hours to build up a flow. I did pee a little (in the proper place) before this, but now my bladder is super tired. Normally, when I do a hold, I like to have something to do. So, I was originally going to make a video of me cleaning my room desperate. But I rewatched it and hated it and deleted it. It was really embarrassing, my room is too messy to show, and you really couldn't see anything. Anyway, As soon as I started recording I tried to drink a little water. Right when I swallowed, I had an urge of desperation. My knees buckled as I grasped my crotch. A small bit leaked out. I continued cleaning my room. Surprisingly, I was good for about 10 minutes. Slowly, I started feeling increasingly more desperate. I shifted my weight from one leg to another. After, what felt like an eternity of squirming, another wave of desperation hit me. My hands instinctively covered my mouth and I closed my eyes, trying to get my bearings. I tried to recover, but the damage was done. A slow stream ran out from under my skirt onto my pink socks. (Sidenote, the outfit was really cute in my head, but looking at it on camera; I didn't care for it.) My socks became more and more wet, with a cute small puddle forming underneath me. I rolled my skirt up a little to prevent it getting wet and I think I was successful! By the end my socks and panties were soaked; so I slipped them off while trying not to get my skirt dirty.
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  36. My dream would be to sit on a long flight next to a lady wearing her Tena sleepmask to rest.
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  37. And I know that’s not true to Taylor’s figure 👀 but of course my figure-base was a lingerie model image (taking her overall shape via controlnet), then I added wider hips and other bits to perfect her, then the face as Swift, and then the pad Lora & tags. what a world we live in, where I can ask the computer for a fantasy of Taylor Swift with hips and a pad, and have it generated for me so easily
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  38. Nicely done! Flappers in the 1920s could be a lot of fun... and for the 90s I'd love to see some grunge girls at a concert or something. But as you like! Question: several of your other stories seem to be illustrated real events. Was this 1940s one also based on a true story?
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  39. Somehow didn't get caught despite not being able to quiet her stream down at all. Credit to cocomachi for the art.
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  40. The volume of online content, the existence of this forum, and the community surrounding it, has definitely helped me feel like much less of a freak as I grew into early adulthood and decided to stop hiding this and just embrace it. (I still hide it from anyone who knows me in real life, but I embrace my omo alter ego as much as I can)
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  41. Potty training is really hard!
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  42. Auntie thinks I need these. x3
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  43. Car wettings are a guilty pleasure of mine. I do not do it often because of cleaning it up. I don't cover my seats with towels and plastic if I am planning ahead to wet I just wear a diaper. Like @HereToStaysaid it has a special appeal to just give in and flood your car seat to me. My first time doing it I was very tired after working night shift then drove about a 950 mile round trip. I had the slight urge to pee at my last fuel stop of the trip with about 2 or 3 hours left to drive but decided to just pay at the pump and keep moving. I'd been awake for well over 24 hours at this point and sometimes holding helps me not be so tired anyway. When I was about 30 minutes from home it had become painful and trailer bouncing my truck was like poking my bladder with a knife. I figured I would stop on my exit ramp from the interstate and get out and go after all its secluded and late at night. I was on the exit ramp about to pull off and I decided I dont want to stop and made my turn instead. I didnt want to hold it anymore either so I just relaxed and let it all go. It puddled up and ran off the front of the seat and down both my pant legs.
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  44. PART TWO: By the time I made it home, I could already feel my bladder filling back up again. After bringing a few items back inside, I decided a little re-wetting was in order. Still feeling a little worked up over the days events, I decided to finish myself off in the back yard by cumming hard into my already soaked boxers.
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  45. 1,749 downloads

    Groups of girls having fun drinking & peeing together. Enjoy
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  46. I'm alone for the week, which means that I'll be able to sleep however I want! I don't get to sleep padded much these days, and it's been really stressful lately. This is needed. I can also pad up a lot more during the day, and it's been a major relief. I recently found this pink pajama set and I've been loving them for keeping warm. It turns out they're also very see through. You can see my entire diaper through them. I can't wait to find out what they look like when my diaper's full. I'll be holding until my bladder gives out, or before bed time. I just took my medicine though, so I'll probably end up leaking way before bed time. I'm also really excited for the edible I got, but it'll have to wait until Wednesday when I don't have work.
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  47. Biku's art

    It's a house party! Spirits are high, drinks are abundant, toilets are scarce (one), and bladders are overflowing! (This is my 1000th post)
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  48. Nurses Never Need It The media was flooded with the news of an epidemic in the city of Aquina. Nobody knew where the virus originated from, but it certainly was a funny yet serious concern for the society. The virus was named as Pissera as it was making people incontinent by overhydrating their bodies and weakening their control at the same time. The streets were filled with people rushing to find the nearest bathroom. The city’s once-bustling businesses were now empty and deserted. The stench of urine filled the air, and people were starting to lose hope. Each toilet had become a breeding ground for the virus. As the situation grew worse, the World Health Association (WHA) stepped in to take control. They dispatched a team of medical professionals to Aquina to investigate the cause of the epidemic and find a cure. The team included Doctor Eva from Czech and 4 of the strongest nurses from around the world - Emily from Netherlands, Amy from Australia, Kim from Brazil & Adele from the USA. The nurses, in particular, were supposed to be at the forefront of the battle against the epidemic, tasked with collecting urine specimens from patients and analyzing them in the lab. Before they were recruited for Aquina, they would deal with so many patients in the day and ignore the urgent nature’s call. The entire gang were nominated by their countries especially for this special ability of theirs. abilities to withstand long hours of work without any trip to the bathroom. In the nurses’ community, if one can hold his/her pee it was a tremendous achievement. This group was renowned for not using any hospital bathrooms throughout their careers despite having to handle double shifts on a regular basis and maintaining on aura of strength around them. As much as they were experts at holding it for long durations, they did like to pee once in a while. It was not a demand but more of a sweet reward they gave to themselves after holding it all day. The gushers would be loud and long and nearly orgasmic. But here at Aquina, the nurses were asked to stay in residential quarters which had only one bathroom. This posed a great challenge for all of them as they didn’t like to be seen going to the bathroom for such silly bodily needs. In fact, they all used to make fun of other staff who used to take bathroom breaks. Thus, in the residential quarters, simply rushing to the bathroom after a long day at work was NOT-AN-OPTION for them. The first day of work was not so difficult but from the 2nd day of work, the girls could barely keep still. They had not taken a full pee for over a day. The taut bulges under those tight uniforms told their story . When Dr. Eva asked them whether they needed to relieve themselves, she was returned with all sorts of answers, mostly which were to impress her. “Me, needing the bathroom! Never!” Said Amy. “Fucking no! This bladder has no limits!” Adele was overconfident. “I set the rules for my bladder. If I say no, my bladder will hold it in” Emily responded. “Nope Doctor. I cannot function normally unless my bladder is tearing apart with pressure!” Kim exclaimed. But truth be told, despite their tall claims, Adele, Emily and Amy were having second thoughts about how long they can keep up with their act. Those tiny uniforms were not designed keeping in mind a nurse’s bladder and eventually show that would be bulging obscenely. Aquina was pushing them to their limits, daily. With so many close calls and being ridiculed by each other, their days ahead were going to be very challenging. Kim and Eva thought otherwise. Adele started using panty liners for those moments when her bladder simply won’t stop leaking. Amy bought sponge bars to take just the edge of her bladder when the pressure became too much. Emily brought some indoor plants and partially relieved herself in the pots at the exact same time, twice every day. Kim simply forced herself to hold it till she found some privacy – which was far and few. And to her dismay, every time she sneaked into the bathroom one or the other nurse would catch her and start mocking her for having a pea sized bladder. “One day I will teach YALL a lesson on holding!” And no one knew what Eva did to manage her pressure, since no one ever heard a flush sound coming from her priavet bathroom. In other words, since the group arrived in Aquina, they had never fully emptied themselves. As much as they hated the constant discomfort and grossness, it became a matter of pride for them to keep the bathroom unused. They were willing go to any lengths to keep up with the façade of being under control, until one fateful day. Scene 1: The announcement The nurses were about to start their day when Eva hobbled in the empty hospital corridors. The sound of her footsteps echoed throughout. The nurses, Emily, Kim, Adele, and Amy were all gathered around the nurses' station. The group had a long day at work and their bladders were not fully relieved. A constant dull ache plagued their bellies. Adele had run out of panty liners the previous night. The pleasure of finally letting go was so intense that she couldn’t bring herself to stop till all her stock for depleted. Fortunately for her, the pressure was still manageable in the morning. Amy had a habit of waiting, even when she could actually take a pee. It finally caught up with her. The previous night she barely made it to the quarter dry and one she was in privacy, she simply failed to stop her gusher. The sponge started overflowing. It could only contain so much. She somehow managed to fall asleep only to be woken by an alarmingly full bladder. She attempted to dry off the sponge, but it remained soaked. She couldn’t get her much needed morning relief and cursed herself for being so careless. She determined herself to get some additional sponge from the hospital today. Emily was no better. Her bladder begged for its scheduled relief but there was nowhere to go. She had released so much into the potted plants last night that the soil was still drenched. Clearly her lack of self-control proved to be costly in the morning. Her potted plants had still not absorbed the gusher from the previous night. Kim’s bladder was hard as steel. Unlike the rest of the girls she had no secret tricks of relieving herself in private. She didn’t mind the excruciating discomfort though. She was so confident about her ability to hold even though her face had turned red with the efforts of keeping her filthy liquids contained. Every time she moved her boiling piss rushed to her pee hole. The girls were in the living room in the morning which left her no chance to sneak into the common bathroom. She sighed at that but didn’t mind it the pressure though. She had spent her entire childhood holding it and it was her favourite sport. The rest of the girls were jealous of her and every time she would sneak into the common bathroom for a long awaited partial relief, they would roast her. Back to the situation, showing weakness was not an option. Eva was pretty strict with them about their bathroom habits. To act strong in front of each other and Eva, they sipped on their cups of coffee, while chatting about the latest gossip in town. Suddenly, the door to the doctor's office swung open, and Dr. Eva stepped in, looking grave and serious. "Attention everyone," she said in a solemn voice. "I have some news that I'm afraid is not going to be easy to hear." The nurses stopped chatting and turned their attention towards the doctor, wondering what was going on. "I'm afraid we have a new strain of the virus," Dr. Eva continued. "And the only way to minimize the risk of infection is by holding pee, at least for 2 full days. There is nowhere safe to pee as you would normally do." The room fell silent for a moment, as the nurses looked at each other with horror in their eyes. Their bladders were already throbbing with pressure and tiredness and now this! "Like literally pee in once every two days, you mean?" Kim asked with a grin on her face. "Its not a joke Kim" Dr. Eva was annoyed. "One needs to build and sustain enough pressure in their bladders for at least 2 days to fight off the virus. You cannot dehydrate or take partial pees or anything. By peeing only once or lesser in every two days, we can overcome the incubation period of the virus and reduce the chances of infection” The nurses all nodded, trying to act normally. “So what I need you all to do is to talk to all the patients and ask them to hold it for two days or longer between each pee. And parallelly, please continue to collect urine samples just in case we land up with some other break through.” Doctor Eva then went to her cabin, and watched the nurses closely through the CCTV camera, observing their every move. She could tell that each one of the nurses was pretending to act normally but in reality, they were all holding it in. It was a critical moment in the fight against the virus, and she was grateful to have such an incredible team by her side. She fought her own intense urge to pee, rooting for the nurses, who were managing to carry out their responsibilities flawlessly, despite fighting the increasing discomfort of their bladders. On the other hand, Adele had mixed feelings about the situation. She had always prided herself on her ability to hold it in, but the thought of peeing only once every two days sent a shiver down her spine. On top of that she wouldn’t even be able to use her panty liners. She took a deep breath and secretly put on a tight latex bodysuit underneath her tiny nurse uniform. It felt restricting, but it was the only way she could force herself to hold it. She couldn’t help but chuckle to herself, “I can’t wait to see their looks when they will find out about my intelligent idea of wearing an outfit which makes it impossible to pee.” She had to make sure that she could hold it in for the full two days, no matter what. The only problem was that the bodysuit was a little too tight for comfort. “Oh no,” she thought to herself, “this could be a problem.” But she was determined to make it work, and so she started taking small, careful steps, hoping to keep the pressure to a minimum. "I can do this,” she whispered to herself, with a determination om her face. Amy could hardly contain her excitement as she thought about the challenge ahead. Her competitive nature had kicked in. Holding her pee had always been a source of secret pride for her, but now she could finally show off her skills. “Holding it for two whole days – hmmm, I guess the sponge not getting dry was a sign from the universe to hold it longer.” As she went about her day, Amy drank measured amounts of water, purposely trying to stay hydrated and yet as full as possible. Every time she felt the urge to pee, she clenched her muscles and took deep breaths, determined not to give in to the temptation. She couldn’t wait to see what the other nurses had up their sleeves. Emily was nervous that she would have to break her habit of relieving herself in her potted plants, twice a day. She felt a wave of apprehension wash over her as she contemplated the task ahead. She had always prided herself on being disciplined and having control over her body, but holding her pee for two days, every time? It seemed impossible. Yet, the gravity of the situation was not lost on her. The thought of being the one to make a difference in the world, to contribute in some small way to the defeat of the virus, was too powerful to ignore. With a deep breath, she made up her mind to push past her habits and become the hero that humanity needed. She started to strategize her approach, wondering how much water she would need to drink to be able to hold it as long as possible. Kim, on the other hand thought to herself “Its nothing that I cannot control! I will show these bitches what it means to have an iron bladder!” She did the unthinkable decided to take things up a notch and began to drink diuretics to increase the pressure. She was secretly excited about the challenge and couldn't wait to see how far she could push herself. She grinned to herself as she quickly mixed up a cocktail of diuretics in her water bottle, which she stole from the med counter. She had always loved holding her pee for as long as possible, and this challenge was right up her alley. As she took a long sip of the water, she could feel her bladder throb in protest. She didn’t even pee in the morning. The game was risky but she loved the discomfort and rush of needing to pee. She was determined to be the last one standing in this challenge, and teach the rest of the girls a fitting lesson. As she went about her work, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within her. A few hours later, Doctor Eva again got back to the screen, rocking back & forth in her seat. She saw the nurses subtly squirming and managing their daily activities. But what she didn’t like was the fact that the nurses hardly drank any water ever since the announcement. She got on the mic… “Just so that you remember girls, not drinking water is not a solution to beat the virus. I need you all to stick to the universal drinking plan – RIGHT NOW!” The nurses were caught off guard. Except Kim, the rest of them wanted to spread out their intake but alas! They all waddled to the pantry and started chugging water, trying to act all strong and confident. Within a matter of minutes, another litre was down their throats. Their bladders violently protested this sudden unwarranted inflow of water. Scene 2: Hour Six: Bladder Measuring Machine Kim was huffing and puffing. The diuretics and the additional stream of water raided her overworked bladder. “No no no! This can’t be good. Why is this getting so difficult! ” Her attempts to distract herself were starting to fail. “I must find out how much is exactly inside, so that I will know whether the pressure is real or is it just my mind messing with me!” Kim’s mind kept going back to the ultra-sound machine she had seen earlier in the lab. Finally, when no one was around, she snuck off to the lab and quietly checked the volume of her bladder. To her shock, the machine registered that she was already at 90% capacity – 3000ml – 16 hours. Kim started to panic. She had no idea how she was going to last for another day and a half. She cursed herself for consuming such strong diuretics. As Kim came out, Adele caught her. She inquired Kim about her sudden visit to the ultra-sound lab. Kim tried to come up with some excuse but failed to stop Adele. Her eyes twinkled with excitement to see the machine. It was always her dream to measure her bladder and without giving a second though she put the sensors on her bladder bulge. She had always wanted to measure her bladder capacity, and now was her chance. Without giving it a second thought, she quickly put the sensors on her bladder bulge and eagerly awaited the results. Adele couldn't help but imagine herself breaking the world record for the maximum volume inside a bladder. Her mind raced with ideas of how she would celebrate her victory, including a parade in her honour and a medal presentation ceremony. Finally, the machine beeped, and the results appeared on the screen. Adele's heart sank as she saw that her bladder was only at 50% – a meagre 1400ml – 6 hours. She couldn't believe it! She had been holding it in for hours, and it felt like there was a lot inside her bladder. Feeling disappointed and a little embarrassed, Adele quickly left the lab and went back to her duties as a nurse. As she walked through the halls, she couldn't help but wonder how the other nurses were faring in their attempts to hold their pee. She knew one thing for sure, though – she was not going to let this defeat her. “If I’m only at 50% now, it means I can actually go up to a whopping 2800ml.” That thought alone left her salivating. She would keep trying and pushing herself to be the best pee holder she could be. “Where were you guys up to? A few patients need help.” Emily squirmed. It was clear that counselling the patients about holding, collecting urine samples, and listening to the sound of the flush was not exactly an easy task when your bladder is crying for relief. She had never been one to take her bathroom breaks lightly - always made it a point to relieve herself in her pots, exactly the same time every day, without fail. But today was different. Today onwards she could only pee only once every two days. Kim tried to stop Adele from talking about the bladder measuring ultrasound machine, but she simply ignored Kim and spilled the beans to Emily. “Kim, you don’t get to tell me what to do!” Emily at once ran to the empty ultrasound room at once. Her heart raced with anticipation. She had never seen anything like it before, and the prospect of measuring her bladder fullness was both exciting and terrifying. With shaking hands, she placed the sensors on her bulging bladder and waited anxiously for the results. When they finally appeared on the screen, her jaw dropped in shock. "70% - 2100ml – 6 hours" she exclaimed in disbelief. "How is that even possible?! How the fuck am I going to last for two whole days?” Kim and Adele watched Emily curse herself. “Come on, Emily! Don’t feel bad. You’re holding quite a full bladder. Though its nowhere close to my capacity.” Adele mocked her. Truth be told each nurse wanted to know how each of one of them were holding up, perhaps except Kim. “O really Adele? You still think you can beat my tank?” Kim interrupted “Y’all make my fun when I try to use the toilet… now you know how it feels to be at limits.” What followed thereafter was a heated argument. Each one was determined to prove the rest about their prowess. Scene 3: Hour Ten: Amy’s Masterplan Amy was shifting her weight from one leg to the other. “If this drinking regime, continues for a few more hours, I am literally going to pee myself”, she thought to herself, giving a quick squeeze to her crotch. “I must devise a plan and make sure that the other three lose their loads before I do.” Just then Amy happened to overhear the argument of Kim, Emily and Adele coming from the ultra-sound room. A devilish plot occurred to her, and Amy sneaked into the medical counter. She looked from one side to the other and quietly stole tablets called “Openthra”. Her heart was racing as she poured them in the coffee machine mixer. “These pills will wreak havoc on their bladder with a tsunami of pee and destroy their control!”, she greedily laughed. An hour later, during the break time, all the trio arrived at the nurse station and poured themselves tall mugs of coffee, giving each other a knowing look. The atmosphere was tense and soon the mugs were empty. Kim, Emily and Adele had no clue what just happened with them. Amy couldn't help but grin as her plan was put to motion. She made her way to the ultrasound machine and put the sensors on her bladder bulge. As the numbers flashed on the screen, Amy's eyes widened in shock. It read 75% capacity – 2700ml – 10 hours. She nearly jumped with glee, only to stop within a second, when her bladder angrily protested. Her bladder was uncomfortably full but still under her control. Thankfully for her, her cunning plan put her on fast track to win the competition. For the first time she felt that she could survive without using the sponge. Back at the nurse station, Kim, and Adele were catastrophically desperate now. Their muscles were quivering. Hot frothing piss was pushing down their urethral opening like an overflowing dam. There was something wrong they sensed and went to Dr. Eva. “Help us” they wept to Eva, who herself was in a dire situation. The moment was tense and Eva, who herself was visibly shaking, hinted the girls to follow her to the ultrasound room. The machine there still had the Amy’s stats on the screen, which they were surprised to see. One by one they all used the machine and recorded the stats on a piece of paper. Capacity used by 6pm Volume holding No. of hours since last pee Kim 95% 3200 20 Amy 75% 2700 10 Adele 85% 2400 10 Emily 80% 2400 10 Eva 90% 2700 22 “How is it possible?!” Eva was perplexed looking at the various charts in the machine. “Our bladders have filled in so rapidly in just the past few hours and yet its only Amy who is below 80%. Strange!” “Wh-what is it doctor? We are so close to wet ourselves here!” Emily was strained. “Is it the virus, doc?” Kim asked with teary eyes. “N-No! Its not the virus. It does not act so fast. Things like this only happen if we consume a very strong diuretic” Eva couldn’t stand still. “Did you all drink anything in the past hour or so?” “Coffee” They all said in a chorus. “Me too!” Eva quickly got her mobile and scrolled through the CCTV footage of the coffee machine. And BAM! “Amy – Amy mixed something in the coffee machine mixer!” “What the fuck! Should we confront her? This is cheating!” Emily yelled. Her voice shaky. “Y’all wanna do it – Go ahead!” Kim tried to straighten up. “I am not going to give that bitch Amy any satisfaction about giving me a tough time.” “I think she is right!” Eva nodded. She instructed Kim, Adele and Emily to keep mum. Instead, she encouraged them to fight their needs and cork it in like TRUE NURSES! All the girls including Eva had never felt such an intense need to pee. Feeling the sensation of their bladders growing was weird, funny, arousing – all at the same time. Scene 4: Hour Twelve: Bombarding with Beer It was 8 in the evening and the last patient just left from the hospital. The nurses and Eva gathered at the nurse station. The bulge in each one’s bladder strained their already tight uniforms to its limits. The zip, the buttons, the seams – all were fighting to keep their swollen organ covered. “Long day girls, isn’t it?” Eva started. “Yeah! Long but easy!” Kim patted her bladder vigorously, sending shockwaves through her body. She suppressed it merely by gritting her teeth and clenching her muscles with all her might. “I agree!” Adele added, uncrossing her legs. She was followed by Emily who poured herself a tall glass of milkshake from the same machine. Amy raised her brows. “This wasn’t a part of the plan. How are they still so calm, by this time they should have formed a puddle under their feet.” All the 4 girls acted bravely as if nothing happened to them, while in reality they were hanging by a thread. Their bladders were near their capacity already and not even one day had passed. “I hope you all are doing fine with the new rule of peeing only once every 2 days!” Eva announced trying to force a smile. Her face red with the efforts. “Amy – you look concerned – what happened?” Amy realized that all the eyes were on her. “Are you all right? Please tell me you don’t need to pee yet.” “Oh no! Not at all!” Amy was blushing furiously. Eva, however, had a different idea of punishing Amy. "You know what we should do? We should go beer hopping. Push ourselves to our absolute limits." Amy raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that, Eva? You might not be able to handle it." Eva grinned. "Oh, I can handle it my dear. Can you?" Adele cleared her throat, trying to sound confident. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm still holding strong." Emily nodded in agreement. "Me too. I'm not going to let my bladder win." Kim shifted in her seat, her face turning red. "I can hold it. No problem." “Great! Lets get going. The bills on me!” Eva announced. Her bladder nearly erupting the flood in her tight undies. “It might not be the best idea at this moment” Amy tried to protest again. “Jeez! Aquina is the Beer capital of the world, and we haven’t taken a single night off. THIS IS AN ORDER!” Eva glared at all. Kim literally pulled Amy out of her seat, and they all began. The girls had squeezed themselves into the tightest of sexy club dresses and highest of heels, before starting the trip. The next few hours were an epitome of glamour and peak of bladder torture - combined. People were envious of the gang, who were chugging pints after pints without a care in the world. Others around them were either pissing themselves or making a beeline for the bathrooms. From each pub to the next the amount of beer entering their bladders kept on rising. With seemingly last reserves of their strength the girls steeled themselves to strut around. Amy who was struggling to keep up with the pace of the girls failed to understand how the town was not flooded with their piss yet. With sweaty bodies, gritted teeth, and cramping muscles they spent the evening hopping from pub to pub. drinking pint after pint of beer. Eva, known for her love of beer, was the 2nd most desperate of the group. She had a habit of drinking multiple pints of beer and holding her pee for the entire night. This time was different, though. She had been fighting with tooth and nail to avoid peeing ever since she was deputed to Aquina. Her bladder was over-worked, and sphincter was weakening by the minute thanks to the diuretics and her greed for chilled beer. Every sip of beer was followed by an intense spasm and a minute of clenching herself to not allow a drop of relief. She was determined to keep up with the girls and show that she was their true leader who practices what she preaches, especially to Amy. As they hopped from one pub to another, Eva’s desperation had reached levels which she had never experienced before. She tried to distract herself with conversation and laughter, but her mind kept wandering back to her bladder. Every muscle below her hips were burning as if she was doing a high intensity training. She lost count of the number of pints she was downing to keep up with the girls. She too had her limits and as they moved from one pub to the next, Eva’s body started to betray her. She started squirming in her seat, crossing, and uncrossing her legs, and shifting from side to side. Emily noticed her discomfort and whispered to her, “Are you okay, Eva?” Eva quickly replied, “Of course, why wouldn’t I be? I’m just enjoying myself.” She flicked her hair behind her hair with a trembling hand. Her body unable to stop rocking back and forth. “Gosh! My bladder is surely going to explode inside me today!” she could feel her bladder on the verge of giving in, but she still refused to be the first one to break. The others could see the struggle written all over her face. Emily didn’t believe Eva, but she didn’t push the issue. She was in the same boat as Eva, after all. After Amy's heinous act of spiking her drinks with diuretics, Emily’s bladder felt as though it was being filled like a balloon stuck against an open tap. With a strained expression, she tried to appear nonchalant by keeping her hands rested firmly on the table. However, the tension in her tightly crossed thighs could have easily cracked a walnut. With gritted teeth, she silently repeated to herself, "Hold it - Hold it - Hold it." She was determined not to give Amy the satisfaction of breaking her first. As the group stumbled from pub to pub, she found herself taking short halting steps as she fought the urge to pee. Her competitive nature refused to allow her to be the first to cave and admit her need to pee. She prided herself on being a self-disciplinarian, always striving to prove herself as the best at everything. So, despite the strong frantic signals from her bladder, she kept her lips tightly sealed and struggled to maintain her composure. Every muscle in her body screamed out for release, but she held firm, determined to prove her mettle, and come out on top. Adele’s boobs were popping out of the tiny cups of her latex bodysuit, but she paid no heed to it. For her, all that mattered was to not pee herself, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for her. Her bladder was screaming for relief, and she could feel pee rushing to her pee hole with more and more force after every gulp of beer. Her tight latex bodysuit was squeezing her bladder to an inch of its life and her 6” heels didn’t exactly make her life any easier. Each step sent tremors of pain to her bladder. As they walked from pub to pub, Adele was feeling more and more frantic for a pee, but she didn’t let that show on her face. She walked with small, tentative steps and crossed her legs as much as possible. Every time they entered a new pub, her eyes automatically fell on the sign of the toilets. She bit her lips and imagined how blissful it would feel to let go of a few drops. But instead, all she kept doing was “Get me one more pint!” Kim was dying a thousand deaths every second. She minced with pain as she downed 9th pint of beer. The ribs of her corset were bent outwards. Her bladder simply refused to stay confined anymore and demanded more room. “Just co-operate you spoilt brat!” She cursed her bladder for not letting her enjoy the beers. She clenched herself harder and decided to punish her bladder for not obeying her command to hold her piss. “So, what if I had a double dose of diuretic – you still need to hold it in till I say otherwise.” With every ounce of her core strength, she uncrossed her legs, straightened up and brough her hand back onto the table. The words which came out of her mouth shocked everyone, “One beer tower for me!” That statement alone was enough to prove to all the girls around the table that Kim meant business. The next half an hour the girls watched Kim down the entire tower herself without a single whimper of discomfort. The vein of her forehead could pop any time, such was the intensity of the strain Kim was subjecting herself to. Her bladder swelled by the minute breaking the buckle on her corset sending it flying across the room. “WHERE THE FUCK IS ALL THAT BEER GOING!” Amy exclaimed in frustration. “To my bladder where it will stay as long as I want.” Kim said coldly as if challenging Amy to do the same. “I don’t believe you – I don’t believe any of you” Amy’s voice was shaking in desperation. “How are you still holding it? You should have peed hours ago.” She couldn’t pretend to be comfortable anymore and her hands flew down to her crotch. The rest of the girls looked at each other knowingly. “And why would you say that?” Adele questioned. “Do you think we are not strong enough to hold?” “Or you are ashamed that you are unable to contain just a few cans of beer when we are clearly drinking way more than you can catch up?” Emily was fuming. “I . .” “Answer the damn thing!” Eva pounded the table with her fist. “I poured an entire bottle of Openthra diuretics in the coffee machine! You all have peed secretly sometime when I must not have been there!” Amy immediately covered her mouth, realizing what she blurted out. “There we go!” Kim added, trying to keep her voice stable. “You just put the fate of Aquina out of the window for your petty – selfish gains! And yet look at us girls, despite knowing that you cheated on us, we kept on with the drama that none of us knew. We downed nearly a drum of beer each throughout the evening and yet not a drop has escaped! Your puny diuretics are not strong enough to thwart us from saving Aquina. That’s the power of a TRUE NURSE!” Eva angrily said. “If you have any saving grace or shame – you may leave or you may tank up on these Openthra pills show up at the hospital tomorrow without any relief if you can!” Soon after the nurses left the pub leaving Amy behind. She felt humiliated. Her selfishness proved costly to her. Scene 5: Hour Twenty – The Long Night of Eva Eva returned to her quarters after the dramatic evening of pub hopping. Her bladder was full to the brim, but using the bathroom was out of option. Not only could she risk catching the virus, but it would defeat the whole purpose of the show-down with Amy. Eva silently slipped out of her sweaty clothes and entered into her bed. She hoped that lying down would release some of the pressure, but the opposite happened. She yelped in pain as her bladder shot a nasty spasm trying to force out all the beer piss from her body. However, the moment she lay down, the pressure intensified, and she knew that she had to hold it in for the entire night. She bit her pillow in sheer despair and shoved her hands in her bladder. Eva tried to focus her thoughts on anything but her bladder, but it was impossible. Her bladder had trapped. The AC in her room was on full blast and the door of her bathroom was open. Unlike the nurses, doctors had their own private quarter with an attached bathroom. The way she lied on the bed, the white porcelain bowl was right in front of her eyes. “God! Help me! If I move I will wet myself!” Eva suffered in silence forcing herself to endure the night looking at the toilet, freezing herself under the AC. Eva started to mumble to herself, trying to keep her spirits up. “You can do this, Eva. You’re a strong girl. You can hold it in. You’re not going to give up.” She repeated this mantra over and over again, trying to motivate herself to keep going. Scene 6: Hour Twenty – The Long Night of Kim Kim was clawing the walls in desperation. As soon as she stumbled into her room, all her pretence of being normal was gone. Her heels came off and she tore away the remainder of her ribbed corset and her clingy rubber dress. She moaned in pain and her breathing became erratic when she looked at her grotesquely bulging bladder. Right from the apex of her navel till the crotch, the bulge protruded for a good few inches. Others would call her crazy but there was no other girl in the world who could come close to her when it came to her addiction to holding. “With all that beer I am sure my body will dehydrate.” Kim thought to herself. Before her body could prepare she waddled to the kitchen and downed half a gallon of water without any thoughts. What came next, nearly knocked her out. This additional water hit her bladder like a freight train, forcing herself to nearly squat down. She pursed her lips and held her breath immediately to avoid the imminent flooding. She was curled on the floor for the longest time. Her bladder refused to stop spasming and cramping but Kim was resolute. At one point in time, she practically crawled to her bed. The minutes turned into hours, and the pressure in her bladder continued to worsen. Her lower belly, back and legs all were hurting. Kim was now beyond frantic, and she felt like she was going to burst. “I can’t take it anymore,” she whispered, reaching for her phone. She opened the group chat and typed, “I think I’m going to lose it.” But right before she hit send she paused. That one message could destroy her entire reputation. She had not come this far only to accept defeat “What was I thinking! How could I even. .” Kim was furious on her inability to stay composed. With a swift motion she turned and slammed her bladder against the bed. She was feeling frustrated and angry at herself for allowing her bladder to take control “I – MUST NOT - - -PEEEEE” Kim’s eyes welled up with the pain, but it was decided that to teach her bladder a lesson she would sleep on her belly for the rest of the night. “Strong nurses don’t pee! Strong nurses don’t pee” She kept chanting the mantra. Scene 7: Hour Twenty – The Long Night of Emily and Adele Emily and Adele stumbled into their apartment, giggling uncontrollably. Their bladders were stretched to the limit, and they both knew that they were on the verge of losing control. The bathroom was so close, yet so far away. They both hesitated, knowing that once they let go, they would never be able to stop. Emily leaned against the wall; her eyes squeezed shut. She groaned as another wave of pressure hit her. "Oh god, Adele," she muttered. "I don't think I can hold it much longer." Adele clutched her stomach and laughed nervously. "I know, Em. Me too. But we have to. We can't give up now. We've held it all day, we must hold it. It’s just a matter of one more day." Emily nodded, her hands shaking as she clutched her crotch. "You're right. We've come this far. We can't let Amy win. We can’t let that virus win." Adele's face twisted into a scowl at the mention of Amy's name. "That little cheat," she growled. "I can't believe she spiked our drinks like that." Emily rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I’m glad that we all put her to place. For now, we need to focus on holding it." The two girls stumbled towards the couch and collapsed onto it, their legs crossed like a pretzel. Their bodies shuddered and within a blink of an eye the pressure started to build up again. Their bladder needed room to expand, which was virtually not available in their petite frames. Emily squirmed on the couch, her thighs trembling. "Oh god, Adele, I don’t want to pee. Please help me!" Adele patted her Emily’s shoulder sympathetically. "I know, Em. Me too. But we can't give up now. We're in this together." Little did the girls realize that unknowingly the pressure in their bladders turned them into friends from foes. Emily nodded; her teeth clenched. "Right. Together. We can do this." A new pack of panty liners which arrived from delivery and the potted plant were right in front of their eyes. Their secret tool to relief was – RIGHT THERE! “You know! All this time in Aquina, I have never ever fully emptied my bladder. I had a secret method to take the edge off my bladder!” Emily whispered. Her legs were shaking, and body drenched in sweat. Adele could feel her heartbeat rising. It was like they show in the movies, where a hero knows she is about to die, and they divulge their deepest secret to her friend. “No! I don’t want to listen to it.” “My body simply can’t contain any more. It – I want to hold it but” Emily pulled her tight skirt down to reveal a coin sized spot on her tight undies. Adele contorted her face merely looking at it. “Please – don’t” Adele’s hands suddenly flew down to her crotch. She hid her face in shame and suddenly started groaning. “No no no!” The next moment a drop of pee escaped from her vagina. But unlike Emily, it didn’t show up as a wet spot thanks to the latex bodysuit she wore underneath. “I am so tempted to ease myself in that pot of plant” Emily wept. “But we can’t – We must not.” Adele said clutching the pack of panty liners. Both of them were using all their strengths to hold the piss inside but just then the alarm rang on Emily’s phone startling the duo. It was so abrupt that they both lost a few more spurts of pee in their tight underwears. Scene 8: The Finale The morning was excruciating. Emily & Adele were just a breath or two away from a full blow accident. Eva woke up with bloodshot eyes and Kim’s whole body seemed to be on pins and needles. The group had subjected their bladders to impossible tortures. That they were still dry was a miracle in itself. Being in this profession they had learnt to put their bodily needs to the backburner but today it seemed impossible to even breath without risking a full blown accident. Eva, Adele, Emily and Kim stumbled through the hospital doors, their faces twisted with pain and desperation. Their bladders were swollen beyond belief, and they could hardly move without whimpering. Each of them had been holding it for over 24 hours, and the amount of pee they all had corked up was unbelievable. Their uniforms threatened were stretched to the seams. But they were determined not to give in and pee before at least another 24 hours. As they made their way to the waiting room, they were surprised to see Amy sitting there, looking guilty and anxious. Eva approached her with a scowl, her eyes blazing with fury. "I hope you downed all the Openthra, Amy?" she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper. Amy hung her head in shame, "I'm so sorry, guys," she whimpered. "But right now - I - I am bursting just like you all. I too consumed Openthra pills just like you guys asked." The other girls were taken aback by Amy's confession. It was a surprise to them that Amy had put herself through the same ordeal. But their competitive spirits were still strong, and they wanted to prove who was the strongest among them. Adele, who had been quiet until now, spoke up. "I don't care who did what, but I know that I can hold it better than any of you," she said, her eyes glinting with determination. "I've been holding it for so long now, and I'm not about to give up now." Emily snorted. "Please, Adele, we all know that I can hold it the longest," she said, her voice dripping with confidence. "I've been training for this my whole life, and I'm not about to let you beat me now." Their drama was just so good and they cleverly tried to divert their attention away from their little secret of leaking earlier. Kim rolled her eyes. "You guys are ridiculous," she said, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I'm pretty sure that I can hold it longer than both of you combined. And why should we believe Amy anyway?" Eva grinned, her competitive spirit igniting. "Oh, I know," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Let's measure how much each of us are actually holding. That will tell us all if Amy is telling the truth or not. Follow me to the ultra-sound room.” The girls followed Eva to the hospital's ultra-sound room, their steps slow and hesitant. They were all at their breaking point, and the thought of measuring their bladder capacities was daunting. But they were determined to see who was the strongest among them. As they approached the machine, Eva gave them each a sly grin. "Alright ladies, let's see who's been holding it in the most" she said, her voice laced with excitement. One by one, they stepped up to the machine and pressed the button, wincing as it tried to measure their bladder capacity. However, to their utter dismay, the machine failed to read. Apparently the girls bladder contained so much pee that it crossed the threshold of the machine. The girls looked at each other in disbelief in annoyance. They couldn't believe they had reached such a point of desperation that the machine could break down. Adele spoke up, her voice shaky with desperation. "What do we do now? How do we know if Amy is not lying?" she said, her eyes pleading with the others for a solution. Emily's face was twisted with pain, but she refused to give up. "We'll just have to find another way to measure who's holding it the longest," she said, her voice strained. They gave each other a knowing look. Since their seals got broken earlier in the morning their bladder was in overdrive to push out the liters of piss contained within. "I have an idea! We have a few prototypes ultra-sound belts in the hospitals, which when tied around the waist can measure all our bladders. The only problem being it emits strong pulse waves which can be a bit ‘Uncomfortable’ at times.” Eva forced a smile on her face. Kim, “Bring it on! My bladder can take anything. I can’t wait to find out how much is there inside me!” Eva waddled to the storage room to fetch the prototype ultrasound belts, while the other girls waited anxiously. They all were fighting a losing battle against their overworked bladders. When Eva returned, she handed each of them a belt and helped them strap it around their waist. All they had to do then was press a button and the belt would automatically grip itself around. As soon as they pressed the button, the belts started vibrating, with a typical buzzing sound. With each passing second the belts became more and more constrictive. It could put Victorian tight-laced corset to shame. The girls winced with pain when the tightening stopped. All of them were nearly squatting down on the floor with legs double crossed. But that was not all. A green light suddenly came up on the belt and all hell broke loose. “DOOOM – DOOOM – DOOOM” Gigantic pulse waves started coming from the belt hitting right at the apex of their swollen, sensitive bladders. Each wave felt like a hammer. Adele and Emily were at the verge of losing it. They looked at Eva with the hopes of some help, but she was fighting her own battle. They crawled to the instruction manual. “The ultra-sound belt will release sound waves till it can correctly read the volume inside the organ. If you feel that the belt is not tightened properly use the red button. Please note: The more the volume inside the longer it will take and stronger the waves.” Adele and Emily could not believe the instructions. The belt did not show any readings yet and the sound waves relentlessly hit their bladders. All the water, beer, coffee and juices that they had been downing without a thought was compressed to an inch of its life inside their bladders and now they had to endure the maniacal belt. The pressure was unbearable. Adele and Emily tightly grabbed each other’s hand showing their support to each other. “Let-Let’s get to work!” Eva announced much to the horror of everyone. “We are nurses – we cannot afford to fall weak.” Kim and Amy nodded in agreement and proceeded to their wards, their faces were twisted with pain and body arched forward. Eva’s legs wobbled as if they were made of Jell-O. All the patients in the hospital were in awe of the team’s determination to hold on. However, the non-stop waves of pee sloshing inside had slowed them down. The minutes ticked by, and the waves continued to hit them mercilessly, causing their bladders to ache with intensity. They gritted their teeth, trying to focus on anything but the pain. Their hair stuck to their forehead and uniforms clung to their bodies. Each second seemed like an eternity. Two slow hours passed – the girls were fighting their bladders on sheer willpower. Every fibre in their body was angry and trying to expel the hot piss inside. Emily and Adele cried out for help. They had been leaking since morning and they were exhausted beyond belief. The rest of the girls rushed to the ward as fast as they could and escorted the duo to privacy. Both Adele and Emily’s belts were vibrating incessantly now and throwing beeps. Their belts were now shooting sound waves without any intervals suggesting that both the girls were at their breaking point. As the girls took a seat few numbers finally appeared on the screen. Capacity used by 6pm Volume holding No. of hours since last pee Adele 115% 3300 29 Emily 120% 3600 29 All the girls except Kim, marvelled at the numbers. They patted and congratulated Adele and Emily for truly pushing themselves to their limits. They barely nodded and quickly tried to undo the belt. And that was their undoing – the belt released and final wave onto their bladders - “DOOOOOOMMMMM” It was the final nail in the coffin. The dam cracked. The bomb exploded. Both Emily and Adele’s floodgates burst open one after the other in quick succession. Their already patched underwears were not strong enough to withstand the force of the piss coming out of their vagina. They clasped their crotch as tightly as they could. Tears fell from their eyes and their faces turned red as a tomato. Their muscles had no more strength left. For the first time in all these months hot frothing piss was flowing freely out of their bladders with full force. The stream was half an inch thick and formed a huge, combined puzzle under them. The sound of piss splattering on the floor could be heard down the entire corridor as if someone had left a tap open. The gusher kept coming minute after minute. Their bladders contracted with all its might trying to push out everything at once. The duo was convulsing with pleasure and pain all at the same time. Their eyes had rolled up and they moaned with relief and pleasure, which people could have easily mistaken for something else. Eva and Amy could not stand the sight anymore. All the commotion on top of the gut-wrenching waves from the belt was making them go weak in knees. They rushed out of the room with hands glued to their crotch. But the damage was already done. Their belts too had started shooting waves with more intensity and stronger though the lights on their belt was yet to come on. They knew their end was near. “I – I won’t give up!” Eva muttered to herself. “Neither will I – I am the strongest” Amy whispered to herself. In the meantime, Kim emerged from the room after helping Adele and Emily to clean up. She was drenched in sweat. Her uniform was starting to tear, and the bulge of her bladder was peeking from underneath despite the clinching belt. Her face was contorted as if she was forcing herself to not breath. She was under tremendous pressure. Her body was working on overdrive to contain a lake of piss. “Looks like someone is going to wet herself.” Amy took a dig at Kim. “Says the girl who spiked our drinks.” Kim glared at Amy. “We never should have trusted you to come back. You never truly learned last evening!” “Hey! I too popped in Openthra myself just to appease you guys isn’t that enough?” “Too bad for you. Even after your cunning act I am the only girl who is alone holding 50 hour’s worth off piss” Kim said pointing at the large screen on her belt. “Not anymore!” Amy suddenly lost her cool and she pressed the dreaded red button on Kim’s belt, causing it to tighten further. “No don’t do it! She’s our only chance against the virus!” Eva was horrified and she tried to stop the girls from quarrelling. In the process, Amy’s elbow hit her bladder hard causing Eva to fall on her belly and hitting the red button. As Amy turned back, Kim pressed the red button on Amy’s belt. Within seconds, the entire hospital corridor was filled with noise of the trio screaming and yelling. Not as much on each other as much as because of their bladders being crushed by the belt’s ruthless tightness. The belt started throwing all sorts of lights and sounds indicating that it was going into hyper-drive. They only had seconds to understand what was happening, but it was already too late. “DOOOOOM!” The belts exploded with the strongest of waves. Waves which could shatter glasses literally. Their time had come. The best defenders on the earth against the Pissera virus were having an embarrassing failure because of their craziness and impatience. Their belts were showing the numbers which they could barely focus on. Capacity used by 6pm Volume holding No. of hours since last pee Eva 145% 4350 30 Amy 115% 4200 30 Kim 150% 4800 50 Eva was the first one to break. “Noooooo!!!”, she cried. Unfortunately her bladder wouldn’t stand any of her nonsense any more. It had enough. She curled on the floor grabbing herself. She used every trick available in her book to prevent the outburst, but alas. A strong spurt escaped first. That was the first irresistible taste of relief. Then came another one. As much as she tried to hold it, these jets of piss gave her ecstatic pleasure. After the few spurts, she simply couldn’t resist it anymore. Eva, the leader of the group finally gave in to the orchestra of pee-gasmic pleasure. A strong, almost straight jet of transparent piss erupted from Eva’s vagina flying across the corridor hitting Amy’s ankles who stood opposite to her. There was splattering everywhere. Relief washed Eva’s face as she allowed herself to feel the bliss of an uninterrupted relief. She didn’t care who watched her or who fell down. Her bladder contracted with all its might; angrily expelling gallons worth of piss. Amy on the other hand lost her balance and fell down sending a shock wave throughout her body. That was the moment Amy realized – It fucked up. Amy’s floodgates opened too. The pressure was insane, and her torrent filled the corridor with a loud whooshing noise. Kim tightly closed her ears and shut her eyes tight, leaning against the wall. Amy tried to fight it off valiantly, clenching her muscles with all the bits of strength left. All her liquid, diuretic and beer flowed freely into the air, forming a fountain of piss. Her little cotton thongs tore apart with the sheer intensity of the gusher. But despite this devastating force, she succeeded to stop the torrent midstream. Kim opened one of her eyes to check what happened and lo! Another, even stronger sound wave from Amy’s belt absolutely decimated her bladder. An even thicker, more ferocious torrent to piss erupted out of her vagina. She screamed in pleasure as the liquid kept pouring out. The two women were happily pissing away as if their bladders had taken possession of their bodies. Minute after minute, Kim endured the mind-bending torture of seeing and hearing them go at it, wasting litres of research worthy pee. When their bladders were finally emptied both of them broke into tears. Their dream of saving the world and proving to have the strongest bladder was washed away. The entire corridor was steaming and filled with the stench of long held piss. Kim was frozen now. All this commotion made her bladder contract and spasm like a spring. Her body shuddered. Beads of sweat fell from her forehead to her neck and her cleavage. Her white uniform was nearly transparent with all the sweating. Her belt continued to pound her bladder like a hammer but with nerves of steel, she still did not let a single drop escape. Kim was the last lady standing. The hope of humanity who could end the epidemic. In spite of the inhuman discomfort, she still helped Eva and Amy. They couldn’t belief their eyes as they watched her clean the corridor, get them a fresh at of uniform and taking them to privacy. They felt ashamed and exhausted of their inability to hold on. “Do you think you will be able to ask hold on?” Eva gently asked Kim not wanting to force her. Kim’s face had turned blue. Every vein on her forehead, neck, thighs, and all possible places were bulging out. Her knuckles were white, and toes curled. Her legs seemed to be welded to each other. Every inch of her skin was covered in sweat. The belt had clinched her waist to 16 inches and yet her humongous bladder was trying to make its way out from the bottom of the belt, like an ever-expanding water balloon. “How long do you want me to hold doc? Tell me – I can go on as long as you demand”, Kim asked, her voice merely coming as a whisper. “May be one more day. At once, I will inform the World Health Association team that we have found an unbeatable bladder!” Kim she was a fighter. “Of course.. Its too easy. I am the nurse who never needs it.” With those ungodly words Kim straightened herself up. The belt was no match for her. It tore apart and went flying across the room. Kim shyly smiled and with baby steps, proceeded to carry on her duties, still chugging water as if she was empty. When the research team finally arrived a day later, Kim was unrecognizable. Her uniform was shredded across her waist. The skin around her bladder was taut and one could see the redness underneath her skin. Veins which otherwise would be all zig-zag and erratic appeared as perfectly straight lines. When she moved others around her could hear the bubbling noise of the piss inside her bladder. It was frighteningly humongous. Yet Kim insisted that she didn’t feel a thing. “I – I am ok. I don’t need to p-piss. I am immune to it” Kim kept telling others or maybe it was her own way of reinforcing her strength. They took her to a secluded room. It took hours for the team to convince her to pee. It was a marvellous feat and the entire hospital burst into claps and cheer after the was announcement. Everyone eagerly awaited to hear what was Kim’s final volume. The team had to call packs and packs of piss collection bag as Kim’s fury of piss was so strong that the bags couldn’t withstand it. They either burst open or got torn apart. After a dozen of accidents, the team was finally able to drain Kim out. After months of enduring a painfully bladder and surviving only on short partial reliefs, feeling an empty bladder was unnerving for Kim. For the past 82 hours she had gone without a single drop of relief whatsoever while also enduring double doses of Openthra, 13 pints of beer, nearly 5 litres of water and hammering soundwaves. With so much torment and suffering, Kim’s bladder had stretched itself to contain a whopping 6800ml of piss. And this didn’t factor the wastage that the team was unable to contain. Kim rose to game overnight for being a hero and save humanity from Pissera, while Eva, Amy, Adele, and Emily remained mere spectators. Despite their huge bladders they stood no chance in front of Kim. And from that day onwards a new slogan forbeing.es came into being “Nurses Never Need It” - - - The End - - -
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    As promised the video of the hold that you all voted for. Me wetting my pajama pants and a pair of pink panties, standing in my bedroom this morning. Also, sorry about the weird cropping my room is a mess.
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  50. A couple of nice new promo shots from Depend Women.
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