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  1. 2 points
    Alison had been out on a hen do with her friends,and its fair to say it had been a heavy night. They'd met at 6, and here we were at 3AM. The girls were all absolutely wasted, but they were giddy and they were happy. The club was closing up, so all the girls left and went to a takeaway for food. The queue was crazy, and the girls were all laughing and joking, as they waited for their greasy, late night food. They'd left the club, probably some 20 minutes ago now, and, as the girls started to feel tiredness cutting through the hilarity, Amy, the bride to be, announced that she needed to pee. Some of the other girls laughed at this, but she insisted that she was serious. She'd drunk a lot more than the hens, and all that liquid was making itself known, pressing down, and demanding to be released. She stood up and hobbled over to the member of staff. A teenage lad, currently wrapping a kebab. "Babe" she shouted, probably too loudly, "is there a there a toilet in here?" He glanced over to her, and said, "There isn't I'm sorry?" "You must have a toilet?" she demanded, "its the law isn't it?" "No" replied the young lad, "its just a takeaway, so there is no law" Amy felt her need rising, as she started to get agitated, "But I need a piss!" she shouted at him, as the group of hens erupted into laughter, "Fuck's sake Amy, shut up and cross your legs" shouted out Sara, her maid of honour. Amy turned to look at her friends, pressing her hand up her tiny little miniskirt, flashing her leopard skin panties, as she pressed her hand into her intimate parts, bending at the knees. "Sara" she shouted, her tone now changing to one of anger, "I'm not fucking k**ding, I need a piss, I'm fucking bursting here, this little fucker won't let me go", she turned back to the young boy, leaning over, flashing her more than ample cleavage. "Please let me go" she said, fluttering her eyelids, and trying to look sexy. In reality she looked anything but, she was a sweaty drunken mess, slurring her words, as the boy smirked at her. "We don't have any toilets" he said, slowly, and thoroughly condescendingly. Amy was furious, both his condescending tone, her rising desperation, and the constant denial, was going round in her head. "I NEED TO FUCKING PISS!!" She shouted, pressing both hands into her crotch, as if to emphasise the point, "I'm a paying customer, and I need the toilet, you need to let me use it now, I know my rights, don't tell me there isn't a staff toilet back there, I'll use that, I don't care, If you don't let me, I'll have to piss on the floor here, I'm not k**ding here, I'm fucking about to piss my knickers!" The manager had heard this, and come over to help the lad out. Dealing with lairy and loud customers was part of the remit of working a late night takeaway. He was a "I'm sorry love" he said, "We aren't insured to let the public behind the counter, there is a public toilet about half a mile away, just near the main carpark" "HALF A MILE" she hollered, "HALF A FUCKING MILE! Are you fucking stupid, I'm about to wet myself, please, please let me go, I just want a wee!". Her bottom lip was starting to quiver, like she was about to cry, when Stacy and Karen stood up. "Come on Amy, we need to go too, come with us", and they ushered her outside. The other hens weren't sure what the hell was going on, but Alison kinda needed to go herself, the public facility half a mile away was sounding pretty appealing right now, so she led the other girls out to follow. To her horror, it quickly became apparent that the girls had ducked down a back alley, and Alison could scarcely believe it, surely they weren't popping a squat? She'd heard about some girls doing this on nights out, but there was no way she could ever do that. She considered herself quite a liberal girl, although she'd only ever had 2 boyfriends, neither had ever seen her doing bathroom stuff, it was private! She turned the corner, and the scene was more horrifying than she could ever have imagined. There was a line of about 6 lads, with their cocks in their hands, pissing against the wall, Stacy and Karen were squatted down facing the opposite wall, but their bums clearly on view, and their gushing piss obvious to all, but Amy had her leopard print knickers yanked aside, half squatting in the middle of the path, with the most furious, hissing frothing deluge of female pee gushing from her sweaty vulva. "OH MY GOD, OH FUCK YESSSSS!" she gasped, "Oh a pee, oh I was desperate, ahhhhhhhhh, I needed this" she continued, whilst making an absolute show of herself. One of the lads finished his wee, and zipped his flies up, slapping Karen's bum as he passed her, whilst a second made a lewd comment to Amy, who didn't seem to care a jot, so ecstatic was she to have found relief. As the newly relieved girls finished their marathon pee's, the other 4 hens watched on in astonishment. "Fuck's sake" laughed Jodie, we can't take you lot anywhere, I need a piss too, but there's no way I'm squatting in an alley, come on, lets get home. Alison's own bladder twinged, she could definitely do with a wee herself, but she wasn't bursting. They made their way round to the taxi rank, and were confronted by a huge queue. Sarah pushed her way into the office, and they were told it would be a half an hour wait. The news wasn't great for Alison, who's need seemed to be getting worse almost by the second. She realised though, that they would need 2 taxi's, as her and Jodie lived in 1 direction, while the other 6 were going the other way. After a brief chat, it was decided that Alison would phone her boyfriend to come and pick her and Jodie up. She called Dave, her boyfriend, twice before he answered, and he seemed very pleased to hear her voice. "Alison babe" he shouted down the phone, "are you coming home, I can't wait to see you, he dropped his voice to more of a whisper, I can't wait to taste you." They had a very active sex life, which they were both delighted with, and their sex sessions always started with him eating her out. He seemed to love it, and she definitely did, he was very good at it. Her pussy twinged in anticipation, she was definitely horny, and couldn't wait to get home. "Dave" she said, "the taxi queue is massive, can you pick us up?" "I've been drinking" came the immediate reply. Her bladder this time sent a distress signal, at the thought of a delay, "hang on though" he added, as the phone went quiet. A few seconds later he came back on, "Craig is just leaving, he'll come and pick you up!". Alison shuddered a little bit. Craig was Dave's pervy mate, and she never felt comfortable around him really, he was always making jokes about the way she looked, and was really pervy about women in general. Right now she just wanted to get home though, so she agree'd and made sure he was OK to drop off Jodie too. As soon as she hung up the phone Jodie said, "babe, I know how Amy felt in that kebab place, I'm bloody busting for a pee here, how long's he going to be", "Tell me about it" added Alison, "I'm pretty desperate myself, Dave's had a drink, but Craig is coming for us". "Fuck's sake" said Jodie, "not that fucking prick, well, whatever, he better get here quickly" she said "because there's no way I'm dropping my knickers in the street like those sluts". The 2 girls sat on a wall as they waited for Craig, both now with very full bladders, sending urgent distress signals. Alison found herself fidgeting around none stop, and biting her lip as she tried to pretend that her need wasn't that great, but Jodie was much more vocal, she was pressing her hand into her crotch and swearing and moaning pretty none stop. Ten minutes later and she was in a really bad way. She was hobbling around in circles doing a frantic pee pee dance. "oh my god, oh my god" she gasped, Ali, this is getting silly, I'm seriously going to piss myself, he can't be far away now can he, fuuuck". Ali knew exactly how she felt, she couldn't remember the last time she'd needed a wee so badly. "I know Jode", she said "he better get here quick, I'm bursting myself!" "Ali, babe, I'm not joking here, I'm seriously worried that I might piss myself, it hurts so much, I know I said earlier that I could never do it, but I'm seriously thinking about squatting behind this wall!" Alison was mortified by the what she'd heard, although, she had to admit, she had been considering it herself, the way her need was rising, the thought of a 20 minute drive home with her boyfriends pervy mate seemed nigh on impossible. "Jodie, girls don't wee outside" she muttered, almost beneath her breath, as if she was trying to convince herself! "I know" gasped Jodie, "but I'm fucking bursting, I've never done it before, but I think I need to, will you stand guard for me, then I'll do the same for you, she didn't even wait for an answer as she dashed behind the garden wall they'd been sitting on. "Alison, tell me if anyone's coming, it's coming out, I can't wait" she stammered as she hoiked up her skirt, and was tugging almost helplessly at the waist band of her knickers. Alison was dumbstruck by her friends sudden urgency, but her bladder protested, she would have to do the same. She watched Jodie with fascination, having never squatted for a wee before, she wasn't even sure what to do. Jodie yanked her panties down around her knees and dropped into a low squat, piss erupting from her almost immediately, "OH MY GOD YESSSSSS" she groaned, as her hissing stream spattered out onto the ground beneath her, "Christ I needed this". Alison was mesmerised, as her bladder screamed at her to find that relief too. She started to unbuckle her belt, in preparation for the most shameful thing she'd ever done, when to her horror, Craig's car came hurtling round the corner. "STOP" she yelled to Jodie, who was still peeing, pretty much full force, "Craig's here" "WHAT, Oh fuck, fuck, shit, I can't stop it" stammered Jodie, frantically trying to clench off the flow,she held her hands infront of her vagina, trying anything she could to cover herself and save her modesty, as Craig pulled up in front of them! Jodie's stream had slowed to a trickle as she sprung back to her feet, hastily rucking up her knickers, but Craig had seen her, he dropped the window as he shouted, "WAYHAY Jodie, I got a right eyeful there, you dirty bitch, as if you've had a piss in the street!" Jodie's cheeks blushed cherry red as shame and embarrassment swept over her, "Craig, stop it" she stammered, "I was bursting", "I can see that" he said, "Look at the size of the puddle you've made, you pissed a fucking river, you dirty slut, I can't wait to tell the lads about this, fuck me, I got a proper eyeful of Jodie's snatch, it looked great." Alison wanted to scream. Jodie was mortified, but at least she'd had her wee. Alison's bladder was screaming at her, she was as bursting as she'd ever been in her life, and she just watched her friend drop her knickers and release an absolute waterfall, she'd absolutely decided that she was doing the same, but what could she do now?! There was no way she could go infront of pervy Craig, especially with the way he was talking to Jodie. "What are you waiting for girls" asked Craig, "Do you want this lift home or what?" Alison's mind raced, she really needed to have a wee before she got in the car, but as Jodie got into the back seat, she was absolutely out of options, she'd just have to hold it, it was only 20 minutes, she thought, lying to herself that she was a grown adult, and 20 minutes was no time at all to hold your urine! She motioned to follow Jodie, and noticed a huge box sat on the back seat, "Looks like you're riding shotgun" smiled Craig, opening the passenger door invitingly for her! She pressed her thighs together, hard, and got in the car, next to pervy Craig. To her horror, he didn't disappoint, and directed his attention to Jodie. He looked at her in the mirror, "Jodie, Jodie, Jodie" he laughed, "I literally can't believe I got an eyeful of your snatch, I've been dreaming about this day for years" "Shut up Craig" she snapped back, but he wasn't letting go. "Do you do that all the time then, piss in the street? I can't believe it, I didn't think girls did that" "Crrraaaaiiiiiggg" she moaned, "Please just leave it, don't tell anyone about it pleeeasssee". "Sorry" he said, "I just can't believe it, I mean, I would imagine that some slutty girls would drop their knickers in the street, but not you and Alison here, I thought you were better than that", "Craaaiiig" moaned Jodie again, doing a little mock cry this time, "please, I was absolutely bursting, like, I've never done it before, but I honestly thought I was going to wet myself, I tried to hold it, but you took ages, and it was really hurting, I didn't want anyone to see, but I really thought it was pop a squat or wet my knickers, I really was that bad!" "Well, yes" laughed Craig, "You certainly pissed a river, god I wish I'd arrived 2 minutes earlier, did you go too?" he asked Alison. Alison was screaming inside. She had been about to drop her knickers and squat to pee in public for the first time in her entire life. Her bladder was fit to burst, and the last few minutes of questioning, and listening to Jodie talk about her wee had not helped her one little bit. Her fists were clenched by her sides, and her thighs were pressed tightly together as she tried, desperately, not to show Craig her urgent need. Now he was questioning her. "No" she said quietly, "No I did not". "Oh, like fuck you didn't" he teased, poking her in the leg, "I bet you had your pussy on show pissing for England just before I turned up, didn't you?" "FUCK OFF" she yelped, probably a little bit too aggressively, "I FUCKING DID NOT OK, I have NEVER pissed in public, now just back off!" her bladder screamed at her, as she silently started to panic, but at least her outburst had shut Craig up. A quick glance at her watch told her they were only halfway home, and she involuntarily groaned out loud, without even thinking. "Are you OK?" asked Jodie from the backseat, but Alison was having a crisis of desperation, she was not OK, and she couldn't get her words out, "UMPH" she grunted, pressing a hand between her legs. Her entire abdomen throbbed, like she was in labour, as the need to pee intensified yet more. "Alison babe" gasped Jodie, "Speak to me". She genuinely thought she was going to wet herself there and then, as she pressed a second hand, hard, into her most intimate area, lifting her bum off the seat, She bounced up and down 3 times before yelling, "I NEED A WEEEE" Craig looked at her instantly, she was a picture of pure desperation, "Holy Fuck" he exclaimed, "You really didn't piss in the street, you still have to go" "Quick, Craig" yelled Jodie, there, pull into that garage for her, she was bursting before you turned up, we need to get her to the little girls room" Alison, meanwhile was now shaking with desperation. Everyone now knew what the issue was, and as mortified as that made her, she no longer cared about hiding her need "I have to go so bad" she shouted out, "I'm seriously about 10 seconds from pissing my knickers" "You'd better not even think about pissing in my car" snapped Craig, "Fuck, this is hot but I don't want my car stinking of your fucking piss!". She now had both hands pressed between her legs, as she was bouncing around, "Quick then" she cried, "get me to the toilet!". Craig swerved violently across the road and onto the forecourt of the garage, stopping right outside the door. "OOOOOH" moaned Alison, "I gotta go soo bad, I've never needed a wee so bad in my entire life" She threw the door open and groaned loudly as she stepped out of the car, immediately dropping into the most unbelievable pee dance, She was bent double, both hands pressed between her legs, absolutely frantic for a pee. Jodie got out of the back seat, and ran round, putting her arm around her bursting friend. "Come on babe" she said, "Just a few more seconds, you're so close to the toilet, you can do it, lets go". Alison looked at her, with a faraway look in her eyes, her bottom lip quivering, "HELP ME" she said "Its going to come out, I don't think I can stop it". Jodie ushered her towards the door, as Alison whimpered helplessly. "Just hold on babe, you're nearly there" she whispered in her ear. Jodie almost dragged poor Alison through the door, there were tears flowing down her face, as she pressed both hands between her legs. She barely knew if she were peeing or not, she had never in her entire life needed to pee so badly. "Where the fuck are the toilets" Shouted Jodie, to the lone Asian man working the night shift "QUICKLY" she added, as if the urgency of the situation wasn't immediately apparent. "I am very sorry" said the man behind the counter, "but we have no public facilities, there is a public toilet just about 200 yards around the corner" Alison groaned, a gutteral groan, like a wild a****l that had just been shot. Her whole body started to convulse. "PLEASE" she groaned, "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE" She could barely speak, as her bladder screamed and burned and demanded to be emptied. She wailed again, "I can't waaaaaiiiiiitttttt" The man looked her up and down, "The toilets are just around the corner" he started as Craig now came in. Alison had never felt so helpless. She burst into tears! "PLEASE" she gasped. She had one hand between her legs, and the other starting to unbuckle her belt. "Its going to come out, help me, anywhere". She was running on the spot, almost bent double. "Look at her" shouted Jodie, can't you see its an emergency". Alison started to pull down her jeans. "Its coming out now" she wailed "I'll have to do it here. "OK, OK, I let you use staff toilet" said the man, opening the door and inviting her behind the counter. Jodie tried to drag her friend through, but he stopped her in her tracks. "Just her, security" he said. "PLEASE" gasped Alison, "It's coming out, please, let me wee". again she started to pull down her jeans, and her knickers were clearly wet! "Fuck me, the dirty bitch is pissing herself" yelled Craig, as the attendant locked Jodie out and stood staring at Alison behind his counter. He took her arm and led her through the back. "Toilet" he said, and she could see it. "FUCK YES" she gasped, pulling down her wet knickers and revealing her tightly clenched ass. She ran for it and threw herself down, exploding the second she did! The door was still open and the Asian man watched her transfixed! "OHHHHH FUCKKKK YESSSSSSSSSSSSS" She gasped as an absolute torrent gushed out of her over filled bladder. She was peeing like a racehorse, feeling relief like she'd never felt before. "Oh my god" she gasped, "Oh I needed this, ohhhhh fuck a weee, it feels soooo good", her stream went on and on, whilst the Asian man stood there in awe. Her whole body was convulsing as she felt a relief like she'd never felt before. She dropped a hand down to her clit, an could feel an orgasm building. "Oh fuck, I needed this so bad" she gasped. She opened her eyes and became VERY aware that the Asian man was still standing in the door, absolutely transfixed and with an obvious bulge in he trousers. "WHAT THE FUCK" she gasped, slamming her legs closed and pulling her hand away. "You look like you needed very bad" said the man, still staring intently, "It feels good yes?" "GET OUT" she yelled. "This staff toilet" he said, "I supervise public back here" Alison ripped off some toilet paper and wiped herself, fumbling to pull up her knickers, cringing when she realised how wet they were, when she'd clearly started to lose control in her mad desperate dash. She bent down and pulled them off again, standing up and smoothing down her skirt. She walked towards the man without bothering to flush. "To be fair, you definitely saved my life" she said, handing him the wet knickers and squeezing his straining erection, "Enjoy yourself, you dirty cunt". She kissed him on the cheek and walked out of the garage feeling overwhelmingly relieved. Craig was a nightmare on the way home, but she didn't even care, the only thing that mattered now was getting back and riding Dave's cock like it had never been ridden before!
  2. 1 point
    (Heads up: English isn't my first language. Please excuse any grammatical errors you may find in this story.) Our story begins at a bus stop in New York. A handful of citizens were standing there,waiting for the bus to show up. Some of them were just staring at the many buildings in the city,while other read newspapers to pass the time. There was one citizen that stood out among the rest: Lady Pauline. She was sitting on the bench while reading the newspaper,like some of the citizens near her. However,she would occasionally glance at the clock next to the stop and then at the road to see if the bus was gonna show up. Normally Pauline was pretty patient,but now she would've preferred it if the bus could show up sooner. She was on her way to meet her carpenter boyfriend. Some people knew him as "Jump man" and others referred to him as "Mario". She had agreed to meet him after his work today for their date. Unfortunately,She forgot to use her restroom before leaving. Her home wasn't too far from the bus stop,but she didn't want to leave out of fear that she would miss her bus. Pauline lowered her newspaper again and looked at the road. A smile appeared on her face as she finally saw the bus approaching the stop. She entered to bus along side some of the citizens at the stop and after paying,she want to the back of the bus and sat down with her legs crossed. The bus started moving towards it's next destination. Pauline sighed and looked out of the window. The road to the construction site was a bit long,but all the buildings that Pauline could see as the bus drove forward usually served as a distraction. This time however,she could feel a bit of pressure in her body. And this made the bus trip feel longer than it usually felt. Pauline put her purse on her lap and then placed a hand between her legs. "Hopefully they'll be nice enough to let me use a toilet there..." Pauline thought to herself. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After what felt like a long time,Pauline stepped out of the bus. she stood still and crossed legs as the bus drove away. Her bladder was filled even more in the time it took the bus to reach this stop. Unfortunately,she still had to walk towards the construction site. She gripped her purse and started walking towards the construction site. All while trying to ignore the pressure in her bladder. Halfway through,she walked past a fountain. right as she was walking by,the fountain jetted multiple streams of water upwards. Pauline put her purse in front of her and placed her hand between her legs again. she stood there for a few seconds and took a deep breath before she continued walking. after a few more minutes,she arrived at the construction site. She looked around for her boyfriend,but he was nowhere to be found. But she spotted another worker there and decided to ask him for Mario. "Ma....rio?.....oh wait,you mean Jump Man? Yeah,he should be coming soon." The worker answered. "Thanks....but um...if you don't mind me asking..." Pauline hesitated for a bit.... "Do you guys have any restrooms here?" "Yeah,we have a couple of Porta-Potties around the construction site...like that one over there." The worker said as he pointed behind Pauline. She thanked the worker and headed towards the Portable Toilet with a smile. However,the smile quickly disappeared once she saw another worker running towards the Toilet with both of his hands on his butt. He entered the toilet and quickly shut the door and locked it. Pauline was about to knock on the door to ask him how long he was gonna be there,but she got an answer pretty quickly. "UUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHH......NGGGGHHHHHHHHH......AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" Pauline cringed at the noises coming from the worker and slowly walked away from the toilet. as she turned around,she saw Mario waving goodbye to one of the workers. "Mario!" Pauline said as she ran towards him. With each step she took,she could feel a bit of pressure. Mario opened his arms and Pauline jumped right into them and hugged her boyfriend. after a few seconds,she let go of the carpenter. Mario then motioned her to follow him. Pauline looked back and forth at the construction site. She wanted to ask Mario if she could use another toilet there,but she decided against it and followed him. Right as the two were about to leave,Pauline heard a bunch of smashing noises coming from behind her. She turned around to see a giant gorilla in a cage. the gorilla was staring at her with hearts in his eyes. "Hey,Mario? What's up with this gorilla?" Pauline asked. Mario explained to her that it attacked the workers earlier today and that they managed to stop him and lock him up in that cage. Pauline scratched her head,but shrugged and followed her boyfriend. All while the Gorilla was reaching out to her and trying to get her attention. Mario held Pauline's hand and guided her to the location of their date,all while Pauline tried her hardest to ignore the fountain they had to walk past again. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Mario and Pauline arrived at an Italian restaurant. Mario opened the door and made a "You first" gesture. Pauline smiled nervously and entered the restaurant. Shortly after Mario entered,one of the waiters walked up to the couple and asked them to take a seat. Mario and Pauline walked up to the table and sat down. The waiter approached them again to take their orders. While Mario was ordering,Pauline placed both of her hands between her legs. She looked around for something to distract her from her aching bladder,but the first thing she saw was another waitress pouring some soda in a costumer's glass. Pauline immediately looked away from that table and started looking for something else to distract her. "What about you,ma'am?" a voice said. Pauline turned back to waiter,who was waiting to take her order. "Oh uh..." Pauline glanced down at the menu. "I'll just...have a salad,please..." The waiter nodded and left the table. Mario then looked back at Pauline with a concerned expression. "I'm fine,Mario. I just....need to use the ladies room. Can you excuse me for a minute?" Pauline asked. Mario nodded and gave her a thumbs up. Pauline got up from the table and thanked him. she then looked around and found the toilets near the entrance. With a smile on her face,Pauline approached the toilet door. But as she got closer to the toilet,she could hear some screaming coming from outside the restaurant. Pauline stopped and looked outside. The residents outside were running away from something. I didn't take long for Pauline to see what they were running from,as a gorilla stopped in front of the restaurant and looked around while beating his chest. Pauline recognized the Gorilla. But before she could run back to the table to tell her boyfriend,the Gorilla spotted her and made a mad dash towards her.He burst right through the small entrance and grabbed Pauline with his big hands. "Aaaah! Let go of me!" Mario got up from his table and ran up to the gorilla. The gorilla turned around and roared Mario. "Mario! Help me!" Pauline said as she tried to break free. However,not only did the Gorilla have a tight grip on her,but moving around so much caused her to feel a twinge in her bladder. Mario tried to get closer to the Gorilla,but he smacked him away and knocked him into a nearby table. "MARIO!" Pauline shouted. The Gorilla let out a laugh and got out of the restaurant with Pauline on his shoulder. "Ahh...Please....let go of me!" Pauline said. The Gorilla's movement was causing all the urine in her bladder to slosh around. After a few minutes,The Gorilla stopped running. Pauline looked around to see if her boyfriend was anywhere. She then noticed that she was back at the construction side. The gorilla started climbing up the ladders with Pauline still on his shoulder. As they got higher,Pauline looked down and spotted another portable toilet. She let out a groan and looked back at the gorilla. the gorilla started jumping up and down,with her STILL on his shoulder. "Aaaahhh! No! Stop! Ah!" Pauline said as she could once again feel the urine sloshing in her bladder. The Gorilla jumping up and down caused some of the ladders to fall off the construction side. he smiled and finally put his captive down. Pauline quickly jammed her hands between her legs and started shifting her weight from side to side. She looked up and the Gorilla was staring at her with a creepy grin. "HEY!".....The sudden voice caused his grin to disappear. he looked down and saw Mario stand there with an angry expression on his face. The Gorilla roared at the carpenter and grabbed his girlfriend again. He placed her on top of a platform next to some barrels. Mario started climbing the construction side in order to reach his girlfriend. The Gorilla grabbed a few barrels and threw them down. Mario climber another ladder and took a few steps forward until he saw a couple of Barrels rolling towards him. The carpenter jumped over the barrels with ease,showing why he was known as "Jump Man" my some. he climbed another ladders and jumped through another set of barrels. "C'mon Mario,you can do it..." Pauline said as she was still trying to hold in her pee. she was completely unable to stand still by this point. Mario climbed another set of ladders and was standing right below the Gorilla. The Gorilla grabbed a barrel and dropped it on the carpenter's face,causing him to fall of the construction site. "MARIO! NO!" Pauline yelled as she reached out to her boyfriend. The Gorilla laughed and threw more barrels down. Mario got up and took a moment to regain his composure. he looked up and immediately moved out of the way. A Barrel landed right on the spot he was just standing on. Mario climbed up the ladders again and jumped over the barrels coming towards him. While he was climber another ladder,The Gorilla grabbed another barrel dropped it in front of him again. "LOOK OUT!" Pauline yelled,Mario quickly let go of the ladder and dodged the barrel. He quickly climbed up the ladder and kept running towards the other one. The Gorilla threw a barrel forward and then immediately dropped another one in front of him. Mario climbed the ladder and leaped over one of the barrels. The other one landed in front of the other ladder and rolled towards him. Mario leaped over the barrel again and climbed up the ladder,he was once again below the Gorilla. But this time he kept moving to avoid getting hit. Pauline smiled as she saw her boyfriend getting closer to her. The Gorilla let out a roar and started throwing the barrels much faster. Causing Mario to stop in his tracks and jump over them all without being able to move forward. Pauline's smile disappeared and she started to get worried again. She frantically started looking around while keeping her hands between her legs. While Mario kept jumping over the barrels while trying to find a way to move forward without getting hit by them. while he was looking around,he tripped over one of the barrels. Causing him to fall of the construction site gain. Pauline's eyes widened as she reached out for her boyfriend again. All of the sudden,the Gorilla grabbed her and hugged her tightly,making it more difficult for her to keep her bladder under control. "Please....ngh....n-no!" Pauline said as she tried to get the Gorilla to stop. The Gorilla looked down again to see if had knocked down the carpenter for good,but his smile quickly disappeared once he saw the carpenter climbing the construction site again. Angered,he let go of Pauline and started throwing barrels again. Mario climbed up another ladder and waited for the barrels to get closer. That's when he pulled out a hammer and smashed the barrels into pieces. Pauline gasped and smiled,while the Gorilla was panicking. He started throwing more barrels at the carpenter,but Mario broke each of them with his barrel. Mario had finally made it to the top of the construction site. The Gorilla kept throwing barrels at him in the hopes that he would be knocked down once again. But it was all futile as Mario broke all of them with his hammer. Mario then ran up to the Gorilla and Swung his hammer at him,Striking the Gorilla in the stomach and knocking him of the construction site. The gorilla landed on his back and tried to get up. But he impact of the fall caused him to soon lose his consciousness. "Mario!" Pauline said as she let go off her crotch and ran up to her boyfriend. She quickly stopped once she felt another wave of pressure going through her body. Mario stopped and asked if she was Okay. "I-I'm fine..Just...please let's get off this thing...." Pauline said. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Soon,Mario and Pauline were at the bottom of the construction site again. Pauline took a few steps forward and felt yet another wave of pressure in her body,Causing her to let out a moan. Mario turned around to check if she was okay. "Mario....i need pee...." Pauline said as started fidgeting. Mario looked around and pointed at a portable toilet,the same toilet she saw while was on the Gorilla's shoulders. "Please excuse me!" Pauline said as she ran past Mario with both of her hands between her legs. she ran past a few of the construction workers who were approaching Mario and opened the toilet door. She then turned around and shut the door behind her. Not being able to wait any longer,she turned around and lifted her dress up. Revealing some black Lacey panties. She pulled them down and sat on the toilet. One second later,a strong stream of pee shot out of her body. Pauline gasped as she finally lost control of her bladder. a wave of pleasure went through her body,causing her to let a sigh of relief. she closed her eyes and relaxed as her stream continued to splatter against the toilet bowl. There were a few workers talking outside,but Pauline couldn't really hear them over her stream and her own sighs. After what felt like a minute,Pauline's stream weakened until it turned into a couple of drops. Pauline exhaled and grabbed some toilet paper. After she wiped womanhood,she got up and tossed the paper into the toilet. She then pulled up her panties and lowered the bottom of her dress. after which she flushed the toilet and washed her hands. Upon exiting the toilet,she saw some of the construction workers talking to Mario. She looked around and saw that the Gorilla was back in it's cage and still unconscious. A few of the workers approached her and asked her things like "Are you okay?" "Did he do anything to you?" Pauline answered some of these questions,but ignored most of them as she approached her boyfriend. "Mario...can we go home now?" Pauline asked. Mario nodded and held out his hand. Pauline grabbed it and the two started walking away from the construction site. Pauline looked to her side and once again saw the fountain. She looked back at the construction site and sighed. "I can't wait to get home and rest...it's been an eventful day..." Pauline said.
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    Uhhh am I missing something? This appears to be just a music video... I'm not sure what this has to with live TV desperation, although there are lots of live tv clips on the channel from a Polish tv station
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    Battle of the Bladders “Last order ladies”, the bar tender announced to the two groups of women eyeing each other as they neared the end of their contest. “How are you doing over there kid” One of them asked across the bar, aimed a red head in the group opposite. “Im fine Angela, thanks for asking” she answered back. Despite the kid comment the woman had to be in her late twenties, although she was the youngest of them by about a decade. Both tables were covered in empty glasses, the contents consumed by the number of experienced middle-aged women who sat around them. “Looks like another victory for St. Mary’s” The same woman gloated. “What are you on about Angela, no one has peed yet. The contest isn’t over.” Another retorted. “Come on Joe, its clear Valerie is the most desperate” Angela said, indicating the younger woman sipping on another pint. “That’s not the point. You know its first to pee that loses and that could be anyone. Remember that time Charlotte lost despite acting confident.” “Yeah, but no one pee’s anymore. Our bladders have gotten too strong for these little contests.” Joe said, a hint of sadness detectable in the statement, clearly missing the good old days of their contests. But she was right, after more than a decade of these challenges at the bar, she couldn’t remember the last time one of them had lost it. “So what are you saying, you guys not want to compete anymore?” Joe seemed to think for a moment, a hand scratching her chin before a smile spread across her cheeks. “Or we do it properly, a final hold to determine if St Cuthbert’s or St. Mary’s nurses are the better holders once and for all.” Now it was Angela’s turn to smile. “So one last contest, winner takes all. I like it, but how were you thinking of doing it?” “Well, considering how much I know we all work, im sure we all have some holiday saved up right? so why done we all take a week off and…” “Pfff, a week, im not sure that’s long enough to break me” Angela said confidently, patting her iron bladder. “Fine two weeks!” Joe said loudly, clearly goaded in by the mere suggestion that Angela had the strongest bladder. “My family has a holiday home we can use” Another of Joes group brought up. “We can go there, it will be free and has plenty of room for us”. “Perfect.” The two women said in unison, wide smiles across their faces once again. Soon they would know which of their groups was the better at holding. Over the next week the groups got together and planned out the contest, every little detail being ironed out and agreed upon so no one could have any excuses. It was decided that each group would have a single champion, a bladder gladiator that would fight for their team and hospital. That way it was a straight fight, if they all competed there might be different conditions that could make each team feel like they had won. This was a fight for total supremacy, there was no room for grey areas. They needed a black and white winner and loser, and both groups were certain they would be the winner. Aside from the basic rules of the 1 on 1, other agreements had been made during a meeting the day before the contest was to begin. It was determined a 5 second pee break would be allowed twice a day. The two contestants would have to pee at mid-day and midnight, a short rest bite to allow their bodies to stop the build-up of toxins in their systems. While it had been the scene of a fierce debate among the ladies, this was the preferred method for the safety of the two women. It was noted that this process may make it harder for the women to hold, but it was quickly agreed that this would just be an extra challenge for the iron bladdered gladiators. A test of true control not just capacity. Arriving at the cabin the large group of women couldn’t help but be in a good mood, soon they would know which of them could truly consider themselves the bladder queens. “Alright ladies, unload the truck!” Joe shouted, a number of the women starting to unload the large cases of beer they had brought with them. A low percentage ale had been selected as the best option for a drink that they could safely consume large amounts of, while also increasing their need to pee. From the outside it may have seemed like overkill for regular bladdered folk, these were not regular bladders that would be competing. Standing in the main room a few minutes later the two groups gathered opposite each other, the tension and rivalry easy to feel as it combined with the excitement and pride they were all sure would be theirs when their hospital won. Alright then, should we officially get this underway? I think its safe to say we know who will be competing against each other” Angela said confidently. Her and Joe had been rivals since medical school, both becoming successful nurses and choosing rival hospitals. The pair would often square off against each other in all manner of contests, both in private and when representing their hospital in an official capacity. Even since the first bladder contest almost 11 years ago, the then young nurses had destroyed the opposition and come out on top. In the end Angela had won that challenge by a matter of minutes, with Joe wetting herself surrounded by their colleagues. However, since then Joe had won as many times as Angela herself had. Now with such large bladders neither was ever in real danger of losing it in their weekly contests at the bar, but it had just become somewhat of a tradition. “I wouldn’t be so sure” Joe said, another wicked smile on her and her groups face. “I do hope its not Valerie you are putting forward, I was rather hoping for an actual contest.” Angela said, the arrogance and mild disdain for the suggestion easy to hear in her voice. “No, but I think our champion has just arrived.” Walking through the door came a woman Angela hadn’t seen in many years. Ever since she became head of Urology at St Cuthberts, she had basically disappeared. The athletic looking woman pushed through the door, her long blonde hair pulled tightly into a short ponytail that barely seemed to budge as she walked confidently towards them. Her bright and blemish free skin giving the woman a youthful appearance, although the signs of an aging face were still there. “I think you know Sam” Joe said, the smile unable to get any bigger as she enjoyed the moment of hesitation on Angela’s face. “Its not matter, I can wipe the floor with anyone and everyone here, especially a has been holder like Sam” she spat out. “Nice to see you too Angie” Sam said, remembering the deep rivalry between them as if it had been yesterday. Before Angela and Joe had formed their rivalry, Angela had been singled out by Sam early on in her training. The pair had duelled at almost every opportunity, sparring in anything and everything with the two fierce women giving no quarter and taking no prisoners in their games. However, after Sam’s promotion the two of them had barely seen each other. Sam had even stopped coming to the bar to take part in the weekly bladder matches, but apparently Joe had brought her back for this final test. Still glaring at each other the two groups with their champions selected were finally ready to start. On one side the St Cuthbert nurses stood, Sam and Joe taking their places Infront of the others. Two other nurses Sandra and the junior Valerie behind them. St Mary’s on the opposite side was to be represented by Angela herself, supported by her friends and fellow nurses Vicky, Hannah, Tilly and Julie. “Ok, so we know the rules right?” Joe asked, walking into the centre of the room and between the groups. “Both contestants must drink the same amount, so anytime one of you grabs a drink, the other must have one too. Partial pees must take place at 12am and 12pm on the dot, once you starting peeing you have 5 seconds to release as much as you can. However, you must regain control of yourself quickly, any drops or extended peeing time will result in a penalty drink.” Joe said out loud, making sure neither of the women or groups had an excuse, they wouldn’t be able to pretend they didn’t know of a rules on her watch. She knew she was going to win and didn’t want anything spoiling it, especially some sort of technicality. “Yeah If you release more that you are allowed you have to drink more.” Vicky, another of Angela’s group interjected, clearly excited at the prospect of the contest. “Yes exactly. Now, the first pee will be a complete one. So you will both empty yourself at midnight tonight after drinking as much as you can. This should break the seal and make sure that even your iron bladders are tested. We only have two weeks to determine a winner, so the extra precaution is necessary.” Despite the audaciousness of that comment in other circumstances, the two groups nodded in agreement as they were all aware of the holding powers of the women here. For many of them, it would be the first time they got to witness their champions exhibiting any kind of desperation. Both Sam and Angela would often drink ungodly amounts at work, while seemingly unphased or simply not feeling a need to pee. The only real reason they and the others didn’t continue to hold after their contests at the bar was the possible consequences or slips of concentration at work. Despite the fierce competitiveness of the groups, all the women were professionals to the utmost level. “So its almost noon, do you two want to pee now so we can get this contest started?” Joe asked, keen to get things rolling. “Yeah sure” Angela said, her face lit up like a kid at Christmas. This was her time to shine, her time to show Joe, Sam and all the nurses from St. Cuthbert’s what she and her nurses were capable of. “Im ok, I don’t need to pee” Sam said calmly, cutting through the excitement. The other nurses starting to wonder if she was trying to undermine Angela already? “Well I suppose, there isn’t really any need too at this point since you will be peeing later?” Joe conceded, looking to the others to see what they thought. “Yeah I don’t need to either, I just thought it was a rule” Angela hastily added. “Well in that case, I guess we can call to order this contest if everyone is ready?” With a cheer the two champions were handed their first large beer and as the clock struck mid-day, they pulled off the tops and began to chug them back. Despite it being a test of longevity, it seemed both were in a competitive mood and were determined to show their abilities. In less than 10 seconds both women had finished the 500ml (17.oz) bottle. “Another” Angela shouted, the two contestants’ hands quickly filled by another cool bottle. Like some sort of western movie, the two women locked eyes to see who would move first. Quickly the lids were discarded, the neck of the second bottle put to their waiting lips and chugged back again. This time it was even quicker, 8 seconds! “Another!” Sam said, their rivalry clearly now at full force. Once again their hands were filled by a bottle handed to them by a member of their own team and again the bottles were quickly drained of their contents. “Again!” Angela retorted, neither woman wanting to be the first to give in, despite the contest being on for less than a minute so far. “Alright ladies, maybe we should pace ourselves a little. The real contest hasn’t even started yet” Joe tried to reason, not wanting to go through the beer supply too soon. “You’ve got this Angela, she’s only just getting started!” Valerie shouted. “Show them what St. Mary’s nurses are made from.” She continued, handing out another beer. Both groups of women immensely confident in their chances to win. There was just no way they could lose. This time it took a little longer for the women with locked eyes to finish the beers, but soon both bottles along with 2 more each soon sat in the empty box they had come out of. But finally with the crate completely empty, it seemed as if they had reached a point where both women felt they had proven themselves. Placing a hand on her distended stomach Angela could feel the weight of the beer mixed with the day and half of pee she already had inside her. She hadn’t meant to go so long without peeing, but she simply hadn’t felt the need yesterday. Two days without peeing was a rare occurrence for her, but she knew that her bladder could easily wait. Long double shifts at the hospital would sometimes wear her out to the point of falling asleep as soon as she got home. Waking up and heading into work the following day without relieving herself, comfortably drinking through the day and returning home before peeing. Sam on the other hand had made sure to pee the night before, working in a urology lab she knew the risks of holding onto her pee for too long or too often. Although, In her younger days she had trained herself to hold long and hard, going days at a time if not full work weeks without peeing. It had made her somewhat of a legend and was part of the reason the bladder challenges had started, with others trying to prove they were just as strong as she was. Either because they wanted the same attention she got, or wanted to take her down a peg. In her experience it was the attention seekers that had given her a run for her money more often than not. There was a very short list of people who had been able to do just that, with today’s opponent right at the top of it. In fact, many of those in the room had been her best competitors is those days, but being promoted gave her little in the way of time to partake in such events. Plus, she couldn’t be shown up by a lower level nurse, it would be bad for her image. The hours passed quickly with the women reading, watching tv or chatting in the main room. There was even some fraternising between the groups, although everyone still maintained that their hospital was superior. For the two champions the beer had gone through their systems quickly and they both felt their bladder starting to fill, a dull weight inside their abdomen. But even with a couple more bottles during the evening, neither felt a strong or even moderate need to pee. Soon 11pm rolled around and the anticipation grew, breaking the seal would surely speed up the process and they all knew it would mean the other challenger would start showing signs of desperation quickly. But beyond simply winning, the other women were also excited to see these two bladder behemoths go head to head, with stories of past contests going down as legend in their hospitals. Seeing the two fierce competitors forced to the edges of even their control was an enticing prospect, with everyone in the room wanting to see how far they could push them both. As midnight finally rolled around both Angela and Sam were sat in the main room. A fire burning brightly next to them, its flickering flames dancing along the large stone walls. “So, how do we do this?” Sam asked the room. “Do what?” “Pee, there is only one toilet right. So who goes first?” “Why, already desperate enough to need to go first?” Angela asked with a searing tone of mockery. “hahaha” Sam laughed deeply, her head falling back. “If you think I need to pee this soon and after drinking so little, im not sure you are ready for this contest. To even think this small, it shows how limited your bladder must be.” She shot back. Getting a glower of distain from Angela. “You can just pee on the floor in here if you want?” Valerie responded. “Its an old building and my parents never really come here anymore.” “Well that makes it easier, we can both go at the same time.” Sam said, happy that when she won there would be no excuses of Angela having to pee seconds later or earlier than her. The large clock on the wall began to chime, its ornate hands pointing upwards together. It was time for Sam’s and Angela’s first and final full pee. This would be the last time either of them voluntarily emptied themselves completely for the foreseeable future. “Well ladies, time to pee” Sandra said as all of the others gathering around to watch Sam and Angela pee. Slowey they unbuttoned and pulled their jeans down, revealing bare skin covered in goose-pimples from the cold room. Dropping into a squat as the clock chimed for the 12th time a pair of thick and heavy streams burst out from both women. A loud splattering noise filling the room as their piss hit the hardwood flooring, large frothing puddles starting to form and spread out from the two women. For almost 40 seconds the two women maintained their position as their thigh muscles started to burn from their squatting stance. Now as they both ran dry they stared at the single large puddle now covering much of the floor, draining between gaps in the wood. “Alright then, looks like the contest is on” Joe said smiling about more than just the start of the contest. She had seen Angela sigh while releasing! That could only mean her opponent was clearly enjoying the relief, while her champion Sam barely even seemed to register what she was doing. It had been somewhat embarrassing for Joe to admit someone could out hold her, but she was already glad she had taken the hard to swallow pill and gotten Sam to take part in her place. Walking over to the pile of beer crates Angela pulled a pair of bottles out. “Well I guess since we are empty now, may as well start filling ourselves back up. Wouldn’t be much of a contest if we didn’t drink right?” she said opening both bottles and holding out one. “I couldn’t agree more” Sam nodded, walking over to the crates of drink. But instead of taking a bottle from Angela, she instead picked up a full crate. “What do you think, 6 bottles a good starting point?” “I……” Angela stammered for a second. “Whats that sorry? I think your tiny bladder might have been about to say no?” Megan chimed in from the side. She had always been a massive fan of Sam, her holding stories use to sound so amazing to her. Now, being able to see one first hand she couldn’t wait for her friend to put these smug St. Mary’s girls in their place. “Shut it Megan! I can hold plenty, I was more worried about Sam.” She said, cursing the slight pause in her answer. She couldn’t believe she had already shown weakness, but that wasn’t going to happen again. “But if the has-been is that confident, then I guess there is no reason to go easy on her. How about 12? A full crate each should make sure we feel something in a couple of days right?” Angela said, studying her opponent for any sign of weakness, any flinch, but she saw none. “Alright then, 12 each. Sounds like a good plan. Wouldn’t want to run out of time here without being able to be crowned the winner when you inevitably wet yourself.” “You talk big for someone who gave up holding a long time ago, I’ve been training this whole time and I will easily beat you.” Angela shouted back. “Well, may the best bladder win then” “Thank you, I plan on!” Angela said coldly, enjoying the look of disdain from the other nurses. Locking eyes once more the two women opened their first bottles and began to drink, the frothing amber liquid flowing down their throats and into their waiting bodies. Bodies and bladders that would for the most part remain closed for the foreseeable future. Now onto their second bottle the fires of competition only seemed to get brighter, with each sequential bottle they again looked for a moment of hesitation from the other. But even as they sucked down the 12th bottle of bubbling beer, neither had shown any. Their stalwart appearance surviving even as they felt their stomach’s bloating massively. The next morning the women woke in the unfamiliar surroundings of the cabin, taking a moment for their brains to remember where they were. During breakfast both challengers continued to mirror the drinks of each other, several glasses of orange juice and water being downed in the early hours of the day. By now their bladders were protruding slightly from their skin, bulges that would make most people desperate but seemed to have no impact on either of them. Their once flat stomachs starting to disappear beneath the layer of liquid pushing out of them. “I think im going to have another glass of water” Angela said confidently, placing the tall glass under the tap and filling it. Waiting as Sam walked up behind her, drinking the half a glass she still had and followed suit with another full glass. “If you think you can win this by making me drink lots you are wrong. My bladder is bigger and stronger than yours” She whispered into the close ear of Angela. “I don’t know what you are talking about Sam. This is just how much I normally drink, and I can assure you that I will win this. Especially if you think this is a lot to drink” she mimicked the earlier sentiment. Sam’s eyes narrowed with anger; Angela was no match for her. Yet she pretended to be the bladder queen, well no longer would she let that happen, she had let the other nurses confidence build for too long. “Normal amount you drink you say, then I guess its not much of a contest yet. Maybe we should drink more than that, since we are finding out who has the strongest bladder after all.” Angela had paused last night, it had been a sign of weakness, a sign she would not repeat. “I think that’s a great idea, wouldn’t want to keep it too easy.” She said, walking over to the tap and refilling her now empty glass. “That wasn’t quite what I had in mind, an extra glass is hardly much more than im sure we can handle.” Sam said, pausing to down her glass and following it up with another full one from the tap to keep up with Angela. “I made sure Joe got me some supplies, I think they should be under here” Sam said, reaching into the back of the extra-large fridge. A few moments later she handed Angela a massive 3 litre (106oz) box of cranberry juice, pulling a second out for herself. “I think this might meet our needs of a bit extra” Sam said smugly. “It’s a start” Angela said, happy at seeing the look on Sams face wiped away. Walking over to the kitchen table, the two women uncorked the boxes and began to drink them swiftly. By 11.55 both of the large boxes were empty, the 6 litres of heavily diuretic liquid now sitting inside the two women. At this point the waist bands of their jeans had started to press heavily into their distended stomachs as they tried not to show any signs of discomfort. “So you guys ready for your first pee?” Vicky asked, holding a freshly cooked bacon sandwich in one hand. “I don’t need it” Angela said hastily, “But I guess If it’s the rules then im ok with it.” “Same, but I’ll be surprised if you even have the strength to stop once you start” Sam said. “I’ll show you strength. Even after you go, im sure I can last days longer than you.” “Well, we will see about that” Vicky said, clearly enjoying the intensity of the two women’s rivalry. A few minutes later the two of them were surrounded once again, the other nurses assembling to watch on the off chance this was where it would end. But just looking at both the competitors, it was clear neither was desperate yet and they were all sure they could survive this first round. “Ok, so I guess someone needs to count out loud, we will say 3…2…1….go and on go you pee.” “Seems simple enough” Sam said. “Then you will have 5 seconds to pee as much as you can, but make sure to regain control when we count down the seconds. Peeing for longer will result in a penalty drink remember.” Joe said calmly. “Ok guys, when the clock strikes 12, I will count you down if you want to get yourselves ready” Vicky stated, grabbing her phone to use as a stop watch. Angela quickly unbuttoned her jeans, dropping into a stooping squat. “In a rush are we?” came a snide remark from Valerie. But instead of retorting, Angela ignored it and centred herself for the pee that was about to happen. This was new to her, she had never had to cut off a pee mid-stream before. Her holding prowess meant she could hold on for as long as needed, she had never leaked in any of the contests since graduating. Her iron grip of her bladder was one of her proudest features, yet she now had to voluntarily loosen her muscles and let just a tiny amount of her pee out. A rustling of clothes to her left and seeing a pair of flesh coloured knees next to her made her aware Sam had now joined her. “Ok guys, get ready. Start peeing on 1, and stop on 5.” “10 seconds……..3…2…1…pee” On command a thick stream of pee shot out from Sam, thundering into the ground In front of her. However, to her left little more than a dribble left Angela as she failed to unlock her muscles for a second. Her face burning with embarrassment she did her best to calm her mind and finally the dribble turned into a solid stream. The pair of clear streams falling through the air in tandem for mere seconds. “3…4…5, Stop!” Clenching both women easily stopped the flow, their lack of desperation helping them with their control. However, even in this state they could both feel their muscles aching, a slight burning sensation in their groins as their bladder were cruelly forced shut before they emptied fully. “Have a bit of trouble there” Sam joked, pulling her jeans back up. “Not use to peeing when I don’t have too” Angela said, her face still slightly red. She had always considered her control immaculate, but she hadn’t considered this being part of what control meant. Surely shutting off the flow was an even greater measure of it, demonstrating that they had complete dominion over the bladders. She would have to do better and learn this skill in the future she told herself. “Angela, heads up” came a call from Sam who tossed her a bottle of beer. “We should probably replace what we just lost right?” she said far to cheerily for Angela’s liking. Smiling she grabbed the bottle, unscrewing the lid and downing it in one go. Smacking her lips she noisily sighed in satisfaction. “Thanks I needed that” Angela said, watching as Sam drank hers slightly slower. “So how is your bladder feeling?” she asked loudly “I don’t feel anything yet, bit weird forcing yourself to pee when you feel empty though.” Sam said confidently. Angela knew that was a lie, she must have been feeling something by now. Her own bladder was far from full, but she still felt the heaviness of all the drinks that were sitting inside it. “Yeah same, I think that’s why I couldn’t get started. My body didn’t need to pee so it didn’t want too.” “Yeah that must be it…” Sam said dismissively, the sentiment angering Angela who crossed her arms and walked back to her chair. She would show Sam, only one of them would be walking away a winner and that would be her. …. Despite the initial difficulty getting started, any idea that the women were already struggling was quickly put to bed as the same scene played itself out twice a day for six whole days. Each day consisting of a lot of drinking with and between each meal. More than half of the beer crates were now empty and the recycling was filled with a dozen cartons of fruit juice. Their bladders had ballooned out massively because of it, yet both Sam and Angela remained calm and composed. The bulges in their abdomen the only truly obvious sign of the battle going on in their bodies, bodies which only felt the faintest of releases each day. “You guys ready for your next pee?” Valerie asked. Playing it cool both ladies dismissively shrugged, although neither could deny their need to pee now. With almost a full week separating them from their last full pee, the weight of liquid inside their bladders was truly monstrous. Sam now sat with her legs crossed in as relaxed a manor as possible, while Angela had hers pressed together and almost sitting side saddle on her chair. But now it was time for the next pee, meaning both of them had to stop what they were doing and walk back into the centre of the room. Falling into a squat Sam almost gasped, the separation of her muscles combined with the heaviness of her bladder making her muscles throb for a second. But thankfully no one seemed to have noticed. However, looking up she could see Angela walking carefully towards her. There was a faint look of unease on her opponent’s face, a look that meant Sam knew she was going to win this. “Having trouble there?” She chastised her opponent, widening her legs to show she was still in complete control. “No, I am fine thanks” Angela lied. Her bladder had started to throb inside her after their last pee at midnight yesterday. It was only light, but the constant pulses were something she hadn’t felt in many months. Despite their contests she couldn’t remember the last time she had pushed her body this far in terms of the amount she had drunk. Entering a squat she felt her muscles tremble for a moment before they regained their strength. “Ready, pee in 3…2…1.” Two heavy streams began splattering onto the now slightly warped wood. However, after only a moment one stream seemed to taper off, it was Sam. The blonde nurse began breathing heavily as she tried to relax her muscles, but they had locked up. Her typically strong jet of piss a weak spray before tapering off completely at just 4 seconds. Beside her Angela’s stream continued, before being cut off almost instantly as Julie counted to 5 seconds. A look of glee on her face, having witnessed Sam failing to control herself. “You’ve got this Angela. She couldn’t even pee” one of her friends shouted as the two of them “Having a bit of trouble there Sam?” “No, im fine thanks. Didn’t need to pee anyway.” She lied, feeling her face flush involuntarily and giving the game away. “Sure, I bet that’s why you have been sitting with your legs crossed isn’t it.” Angela has sensed weakness and she wasn’t about to give that up. “What no!” Sam shouted back, her face unable to get redder. “Well in that case, you should have no problem if we have another one of your juice cartons?” Angela was making a gamble, well actually it wasn’t a gamble for her. She was sure she was winning and by making her opponent drink a lot more, she was sure it would tip Sam over the edge. Angela would be crowned winner before she even started to struggle, this is what Joe got for bringing in an outsider. Walking over to the fridge she pulled out another of the large boxes. Sam’s face was almost burning, being called out like that was humiliating. But she would show that arrogant bitch who was the true bladder queen. Her muscles might have locked up but that was because they didn’t want to pee, every fibre of her body was designed and trained not to pee. The only reason she was having any trouble was because she was so good at not peeing. While little nursey over there gloated, Sam was going to make her pay for this humiliation. Her bladder was so much stronger than even Angela could comprehend, she would make her opponent suffer. The gloves were off and the drinking was about to go up a notch. But, thinking for a moment she remembered the saying, the bigger they are the harder they fall. That would be how she would get her, she would build up Angela so much and then crush her like a grape under a boot. Walking over to where the gloating Angela was stood waiting, she accepted the cranberry juice and grabbed another glass. Moving over to the table they began to down glass after glass of the drink. But about half way through Sam stopped, putting the glass down on the table for the first time and noticing the glint her opponent’s eyes. “Oooh, too much for your poor widdle bladder” Angela mocked. “What no, Im just bored of Cranberry juice. Fancy a coffee?” She said confidently, standing even as she felt a light spasm in her bladder. Its fullness making any movement hazardous, upsetting its status quo. “Oh wait, you don’t have a choice do you” she laughed, in spite of the moment of unease. “She can handle it!” Vicky shouted, having been intently watching the drink off. Walking over to the cupboards Sam rummaged through them until she found what she was looking for. A pair of large metallic cafetiere’s that she pulled out from the back of the shelf. Checking inside she was pleased to see they looked almost brand new, their metal shining brightly and the filter looking pristine. “These should do” she said happily. Turning on the tap she began the process of filling the large kettle with water, standing with her legs apart as the tap water noisily splashed around inside the container. Soon the water had boiled and the coffee had been made, the large 12 cup devices usually shared amongst a large group. But this time they each had their own, both sitting confidently as they waited for the coffee to reach a drinkable temperature. All the while staring at each other, still finishing off their cranberry juice. “This is just a show, I know you will break soon” Angela said as Sam took her first sip of coffee. “We will see…drink up” Sam said condescendingly. As they downed cup after cup of coffee they could both feel the warm mass of liquid now sitting inside their body. But what had started as a nice warming sensation had quickly turned uncomfortable, their bodies starting to cramp more aggressively due to the strongly caffeinated drink. Their hearts also starting to flutter and muscles spasms increased in frequency as they continued to drink. However, Sam had taken that into account and only put in a little regular but mostly decaffeinated to not cause them any health issues. Yet still, her body was reacting to the hot drinks. By midnight that day the warmth had long died off, but the urgency in their desperation had increased significantly. Their now heavily distended bladders filled with litres upon litres of pee that was begging to be released. The once occasional spasms now far more frequent as both ladies fought their bodies for control. Angela had been looking at the clock for the last 30 minutes, she needed this pee. She hated to admit it, but she was starting to get close to her comfortable capacity and soon she was going to have to start taking measures to ensure she could keep holding. It would be humiliating to do it, a sure sign of weakness. But if she could just bare down on her muscles hard enough this time, then she might be able to take the edge off and make it another day without having to take such humiliating measures. The longer she put between her and Sam’s inevitable loss, the stronger she would look and everyone would see how good her control was. Looking over she could see Sam sat down, her legs now crossed at the knees as her giant bladder made her unable to cross them at her thighs. She was breaking, Angela knew it! Finally the clock showed it was just 1 minute to go till their next pee, standing slowly Angela walked to the centre of the room. Breathing deeply she cleared her mind, trying to focus on what she was attempting to achieve. “You look like you are starting to struggle” Sam said, watching her opponent trying to calm herself in the centre of the room. “The only thing that is starting to struggle is the button on your jeans” she replied, keeping her composure and trying to almost meditate to get her muscles to obey her soon to be orders. “Yeah, well they might have a limit but I don’t.” Sam answered back, frustrated her comment hadn’t riled Angela up. Joining her in a squat at the centre of the room once again. “5...4…3…2…1…pee” came the command. It was almost second nature now, but again as Sam felt her stream start strongly it seemed to taper off as something inside her caused her to muscles to contract. Despite the overwhelming need to pee she was currently experiencing as the weak stream left her, she just couldn’t get her muscles to relax enough to let a hard stream out. They were just too well trained to hold. “Ughhh” she grunted as she accidentally exerted herself too much, bearing down on her muscles. A few laughs happening at her expense from the other nurses. Next to her the opposite was happening as Angela held her breath, pushing down on her bladder for all it was worth. What had started as a strong stream only increased in speed and volume as she contracted her abdominal muscles to squeeze her bladder. The solid jet of pee now shooting almost a foot, her muscles obeying the orders to push out as much as possible. “3…2…1…stop” Valerie announced, worried slightly by Sams poor show again. A moderate puddle still sat under the blonde-haired woman, but it was nothing compared to Angela’s who seemed to have peed almost as much as a normal person would when emptying out completely. A pleased look on her face as she felt her bladder get slightly lighter. Although, as she stood the relief was far less than she had hoped she would achieve, but even a little bit was good enough. Noticing the small puddle under Sam, she was more sure than ever she would win. Waking up the next day Angela had to put a hand between her legs, the urge for a morning pee far stronger than it had been the day before. The last week of drinking was clearly taking its toll and taxing her muscles. Her constantly full and ever filling bladder no longer giving her any time to rest. The break in her desperation she had hoped the pee last night would have given her had already disappeared. The morning was filled with a hearty breakfast for all the nurses, large plates of eggs, sausages and bacon were washed down with lots of fruit juice for all of them. As the sun shone through the woodland next to the cabin, it was decided that they should go for a walk once they had eaten their fill. For the two full bladdered women this task was a little more difficult than they had imagined, now forced to move more than a few steps it constantly jostled the contents of their bodies. The vast quantity of liquid stored in them shifting with each uneasy step and their bulging abdomens forcing them to walk with an unnatural gate. However, neither woman complained and both kept up appearances of being in complete control. However for Angela this movement was really not helping her, she had been reasonably comfortable sitting in the house. Her bladder reaching an equilibrium as her muscles remained firmly in place and her bladder continued to stretch freely. But now as she was forced to tense her moving muscles, she could feel the beginnings of fatigue setting in. Sam on the other hand was feeling far more relaxed, the calming walk through nature helping her get out of her own head for a moment. The last two partial pees had gone badly for her, with many of the other nurses making jokes at her expense. It had been starting to get to her, but now outside she could let herself relax a little. The sounds of the birds and creaking trees calming her. “Guys its almost 12, should we head back?” Vicky asked, not wanting to disrupt the contest. “Yeah sure, we probably should” Angela replied, stopping and turning around. “Or…we could do it out here?” Valerie suggested. “What, out side, what if someone sees us” Sam asked nervously. “I mean the woods seems pretty quiet. Plus it would mean less clean up” Joe joined in. “Sure why not” Angela said, happy to see that Sam had been hesitant. Would that mean another weak pee from her? She must really be struggling by now. A few minutes later the group found a shaded area and both women pulled their Jeans down preparing to pee. The countdown started and on cue both ladies began to pee, the strong streams a sign that Sam had overcome whatever had been holding her back. Yesterday had been difficult for her, but she smiled as she felt a heavy stream spraying out of her and splattering into the mud. However, after a few seconds something started to worry both of them. Despite feeling themselves peeing and seeing it rush out of them, neither could feel any benefit. Their bladders now so bloated and full that even as they peed, it did nothing for their increasing desperation. “and…stop” Valerie counted down. “Oh god” Angela said quietly, trying to closer her muscles., A grunt escaping from Sam at the same moment as both women were forced to fight for control for the first time. It was close, they had probably both gone slightly over the time, but they had still stopped the flow. But the burning feeling between their legs had gotten so much worse as their tired muscles really starting to strain after a week of not being able to relax fully. Despite this and their ever-filling bladders, both women held and held. Time passing increasingly slowly for the two women as they felt their already bloated bodies expand even more. The partial pees had lost their impact, with neither woman feeling any relief from the 5 second pees any more. 48 Hours after their pee in the woods and now in their nineth day without being empty, they could feel their muscles weakening. The nerve endings in their taught skin and distended bladders now constantly demanding attention. The throbbing from inside their bodies becoming annoyingly consistent for the two women as they battled the increasing pressure that was building inside them. Stood in the kitchen Sam poured herself A large cup of coffee, hoping it would keep her alert. Plus, over the last couple of nights sleep had not come easily, finding herself tossing and turning quietly in her bed. The giant orb of liquid sticking out of her was making finding a comfortable position almost impossible. Filling another glass for Angela she carried it over to the other nurse, currently sitting in a chair reading. Her lips tightly pursed as she sat rigidly with her legs pressed tightly together. Sam was sure it was a sign of how desperate her opponent had come, but she knew she would deny it if she asked. “Here, I wanted a coffee so I brought you one as well. Unless that’s an issue?” “Why would there be an issue?” Angela said, slightly surprised by Sam’s sudden appearance “You’re looking a bit full.” Sam said, pointing at Angela’s bladder. Now stood next to each other it was possible for the others in the room to see the true extent of their bladders. While both women had drunk the same amount, it seemed their differences in stature had created vastly different bladder shapes. As the taller of the two, Angela’s bladder looked more like a large beer belly. The rotund shape bulging out of her lower stomach several inches, pressing over the hem of her underwear, their Jeans discarded some time ago as they failed to fit around their large bladders. Angela’s watermelon sized growth defying gravity as it hung there, her skin almost white as it was stretched as far as it could. Meanwhile Sam’s shorter physique seemed to have created more of an all over wide bulge, a horizontal tyre like mass pushing its way out of her stomach. Unlike Angela, it looked as if her entire torso was trying to push itself out of her skin. The massive bulge starting just below her large breasts and pushing out of her centre, before curving down and almost looking normal by the time it reached her crotch. But unlike Angela it had the added effect of stretching Sam sideways, her straight sides now also bulging outwards as the pressure inside her seemed to push in all directions at once. “You can talk, don’t pretend like you haven’t been tossing and turning all night. I’ve heard your bed.” Angela shot back. “So you have been up all night too then” Sam retorted, trying not to act surprised by Angela’s comment and deflecting it back at her. “Yeah well…the beds are not comfortable are they” “No, they’re a bit harder than im use too.” Sam conceded. ”Sure its not your bladder” Angela said, clearly accusing her of lying. “My bladder is fine, you’re the one im having to make drinks for.” “Im just taking it easy on you, I didn’t want to break you by making you drink too much. Although im sure you will disgrace yourself and your hospital soon.” “You think you’re so strong, but you don’t even know the meaning of an iron bladder!” Sam spat back, not being able to remember the last time someone had talked to her this way. Let alone someone with such a small bladder! “Oh yeah, I bet you I win this contest easily” “In your dreams, im going to win this without any sweat” “You sure about that, I can see the clamminess of your skin already.” It was true, Sam’s skin had gotten a little shiny, the exertion making her sweat just slightly. “Its from the heat of the kettle!” Sam angrily retorted. “You know what, you talk a big game but lets see how you feel after another crate of beers. In fact, why don’t we put a bet on it. Whoever loses pays the winning groups bar tab for the next month” “Deal, and you’re on. My bladder can deal with anything I need it to in order to show you up. Which wont be much” she added. While it may only have been 10am both women grabbed another crate of beers, walking back to the kitchen table they picked up the bottle opener and began to drink. The others gathering around to watch another intense drink off by their team mates, who already looked fit to burst out of their skin. Despite the bravado of their confrontation, the beers were drunk nowhere near as quickly as they had been at the start of the contest. Each one making the two fierce competitors feel even more bloated as the large volume of gaseous alcohol they were drinking began to affect them. Stifling burps the pair felt their skin creak under the weight of their bladders, with each extra bottle the need to pee seemed to increase exponentially. But still, they uncapped the next one and kept drinking. By 12 o’clock 8 bottles had been consumed each, the liquid racing its way through their systems to join the ocean of pee waiting in their bladder, which somehow looked even larger now. “Ok guys next pee time” Joe said excitedly. Everyone in the room could sense the shift in the mood, they were getting close to crowning a winner. Despite the best efforts of the contenders it was clear to everyone that both women were desperate to pee, even if they refused to admit it. The groups watched as their two confident champions stood slightly gingerly from the kitchen table and walked towards the centre of the room, their bladders now so large it was impossible for either woman to stand up straight. The weight of the liquid straining their backs and forcing them to bend into a more comfortable position. Dropping into a squat Sam let out a hiss of air, the movement once again separating her clenched muscles. Contractions in her muscles ripped through her lower body, but she managed not to groan out loud at least. “Having some trouble there Sam? Why not give in and just pee like we all know you are going too” chided Tilly. The usually quiet woman sticking a knife directly into Sam’s back or more accurately her bladder. “Yeah well, I’d like to see Angela squat. She hasn’t even tried to, she is clearly scared she wont be able too.” Megan said, defending Sam who was fighting yet another pulse from her bladder. “Ughhh” Angela exhaled loudly as she joined Sam squatting on the floor of the cabin. Her bladder similarly resting uneasily in her new position. “See, Angela is going to lose it first” Valerie commented on the show of desperation. “No she is not, she is going to win this thing!” Vicky shouted back, clearly angered by the suggestion her champion was weakening. “St. Mary’s are the true bladder queens, there is just no way you can win this” “St. Cuthberts don’t even know how to feel desperate, out bladders are bottomless!” The heated debate was interrupted by the large clock beginning to chime, it was mid-day and time for the next pee. “Alright, on 3….Pee in 1…2…3” “Ohhh” Sam groaned in relief, a fierce jet of piss bursting from her. Next to her Angela let out another deep exhale as she let her bladder relax for a moment. Yet as the two streams started and the sound of piss hitting the floor beneath them filled their ears, they could both tell something was different this time. Their bladders were now so full It didn’t even feel like they were peeing. Despite the evidence of their powerful sprays that were making their skin ripple between their legs, it meant nothing to their need to pee. It almost felt as if it was going in reverse, their bladders now screaming for release, pulsing inside them as the vast amount of pee in their bladders demanded to be let out and not stopped this time. “3…2…1…Stop!” “Oh fuck” Angela winced, her hand going between her legs to help her stop the flow. “Arrrrrh” Sam groaned, her legs pushing together as a final spurt dribbled out between her tensing thighs. It had been close but both women had just about stopped their bladders from emptying although at some cost. Their faces both screwed up in agony, red and starting to sweat as the burning in their crotches intensified. After more than a week of this, their muscles were clearly starting to tire, combined with the amount they had drunk it was only going to end one way. Yet, both of these iron bladdered queens had indeed stopped the flow. “See, I told you Angela was going to win” Julie said confidently. “Sam clearly has more control; she can last for days long if she needs too.” Valerie said as the two women tried to untangle themselves form their bladders. The last sentence hung in the air, the suggestion of prolonging this contest for yet more and more days seeming less enticing for both women as they struggled to control themselves. The urge to pee going through the roof as their maxed out bladders were forced shut for what to be the 19th time. A deep pulsing now happening inside the bloated bladders of both women. “Are we here to talk, or here to drink” Sam asked, a little pause as she tried to control her speech and stop her voice cracking under the pressure she was feeling in her abdomen. Walking over to the 4 bottles remaining in her crate she opened another beer and eyed Angela. “Oh, Im here to drink and to win this thing.” Angela said confidently, cracking open another of her beers. Looking up a the clock a little later Angela could see it was only 4pm, concern momentarily visible on her face as she battled the realisation her next relief was still 8 hours away. After finishing their last 4 beers, time had seemed to slow to a crawl. Sitting in her chair with her legs tightly crossed her was tensing the back of her thighs. “Boy, that must be an interesting page.” She mocked from across the room. “Im sorry, what?” Angela asked, confused. “That page, I think you have been on that for about the last 20 minutes.” Angela hadn’t realised it but at some point, apparently 20 minutes ago, she had stopped reading the book she was holding in front of her face. Her attention and thoughts moving to the task of helping her bladder, causing attention to wander. “Nah, just day dreaming. Its not very interesting” she lied. “If you say so” Sam added, turning her head away. “Well what about you, I see your hand between your legs.” “It was just resting there!” Sam answered back, having somehow not noticed her own hand moving unconsciously between her legs. The strain of her bladder making her mind take over and help her tiring muscles by using a hand to hold. “If you say so” Angela mocked. A fierce glare exchanged by both nurses as they fought the ever-increasing urge to pee. By 6 pm both of them were now sat with their legs tightly crossed, just about resisting the urge to fidget in their seats. Their bladders now filled with yet another days’ worth of drinking. The two of them were just about keeping up appearances, sitting rigidly while eating a takeaway, half empty 2 litre bottles sat on the ground next to each woman. However, the faintest doubt was starting to creep in for them, considering how much worse it had gotten over the last 6 hours. They were not the only ones either, It seemed many in the room were starting to doubt if they would even make it to the next partial pee. Although given the lack of benefit they now posed, it was surely pointless to try. “Oooh” Sam groaned lightly, puffing out her cheeks as a particularly strong pulse made her bladder quiver inside her for a moment. “I think we are about to have our winner” Tilly announced to the group. “What no, its just a bit of discomfort.” Sam said, trying to play it down. “So you are uncomfortable, I knew it!” Angela jumped on the slip up, causing Sam to blush slightly having revealed her need. “Anyone would be uncomfortable with that much pee inside them” Joe retorted. “This is what you get for being out of the game for so long.” Angela said, not even bothering to look over at them, simply turning the page on her book. “Oh yeah, well even if I had been out of the game for years I could still hold rings around you lot at St. Mary’s.” “Were not the ones groaning like a little girl about to wet themselves” Angela responded, her attention finally taken from her book as she angrily looked over at her opponent who was currently making fun of her whole hospital. “As I said Its just discomfort, Im not going to burst. If fact we might have to re do this with more time. We only have four days left and I don’t plan on needing to go in that time.” “Really, you seem confident for someone so clearly desperate.” “Says the one secretly tensing her thighs” Sam shot back. “I……Im not!” how did she know? Now it was Angela’s time to go red faced. “I can hold on longer than you, we at St. Marys can outhold even the strongest of bladders from your second-rate hospital.” She continued. “Well then, if you are both so confident why don’t we take this up a level.” Joe said, seizing on the opportunity to really put Angela and St. Marys in their place. “Angela can handle anything!” Vicky interjected, the other nurses wanting to back their champion all the way. Things were definitely heating up now, the tension rapidly rising as the insults started to fly between the two groups of nurses. It was more than personal pride on the line now, it was the pride of their whole hospital. It was almost certain that everyone they worked with would hear about this, they needed to make sure it was their team that won. “Fine, how about we change the pee time limit?” “In what way?” Angela asked nervously, suddenly aware how much she was counting down until the next one. If they got rid of them, she might start having trouble. “Well, its not really a test at the moment is it, you know when and how much you can pee. I think we should make it more random, make it harder to prepare for.” Joe suggested. “So how would we do that?” Sam asked, genuinely interested in the rules change. The pulsing in her bladder had gotten so much worse by now and anything that might help take the edge of was welcome for her. “Well, why don’t we just take it in turns to say how long and when you can pee.” Joe said, looking around for an indication of what others thought about it. “That sounds like a good contest. At least this way we have a chance of getting a winner by the time we go back, and by that I mean when you fail I can rightfully say I have the strongest bladder.” Angela said, locking eyes with her nemesis once more. “You’re on, and you’re going down. My control is immaculate” Sam replied, the fire between the two women now raging strongly and fuelled by the large bulges coming out of both women. “So, when do we start?” “How about now? “Are you kidding, she’s not even desperate yet, I’m sure she can last for another day without this silly little game.” Came an annoyed comment from Valerie, apparently not a fan of the proposed rules changes. They were here to show who had the strongest bladder and she wanted to see these two legends pushed to the absolute limit of their capacity. “Yeah, isn’t it a little early given there are still more than 3 days left?” Vicky joined in, the issue clearly crossing over to both groups. “We should at least wait until tomorrow, if not two more days.” Both Angela and Sam looked at each other, beads of sweat starting to gather on their foreheads. It was clear they were actually desperate to pee, their giant bloated bodies crying out for relief. But they couldn’t admit it, they couldn’t show weakness no matter what their bodies actually needed. “Well then, I tell you what, why don’t we wait until noon tomorrow and then we can start this new game. Im sure by then you will both be at least a little desperate.” Joe conceded, the rule change apparently appeasing Valerie and the others that wanted to see the two of them pushed to their absolute limits. “You’ve got this Sam, just look how full Angela looks. Any more and im sure she will burst!” “You’re kidding, I think Angela seems a little thirsty. Isn’t that right?” “I…uh yeah.” Angela said unconvincingly. “Well maybe they should have something to drink if you are so sure she can handle it” Valerie said, happy that her chances of seeing this head to head hadn’t been stopped. Picking up a crate of beers in each of her strong arms she unceremoniously dropped them between Angela and Sam, their eyes meeting above the boxes. The next challenge had been set, there was no backing out now. With less than 24 hours before the rules changed, they wanted to prove themselves and make their opponent that much more likely to lose. Ignoring the fact that it would make themselves more desperate, they opened the box and the first bottle was drunk. The new liquid rushing down to join all of the others inside the giant bladders of the nurses, they were as desperate to win as they were to pee. The midnight pee went as well as could be expected, but did little to nothing for either woman. Squatting into position was getting harder as their bladders bloated even more, their abdomens looking heavily pregnant after 10 days of drinking. Thick and heavy streams had sprayed out of them, only to be cruelly cut off once again after just 5 seconds. Both of them groaning quietly as they stemmed the flow and took their places back in the kitchen. Their steps uneven and a sheen of sweat covering their faces. Both challengers knew sleep wasn’t an option for them, their massively bloated bodies giving them no chance of finding a position comfortable enough. So instead, the pair stayed up through the night, sat opposite each other and still drinking. Another large pot of coffee was consumed by them both as they used the caffeine to fight off the tiredness. However, since last night their desperation had turned up to 11 and it was now impossible to put to the back of their minds. Their bloodshot eyes wide as they now openly held themselves, Sam’s legs jiggling under the table while Angela groaned and held herself with both hands. The pot of coffee and cases of beers in the last day would have been more than enough to make them need to pee without the other 8 days. Exacerbated gasps filled the cabin as the others slept soundly, certain they wouldn’t miss anything and that both women would still be holding when they woke. By mid-day everyone was awake and gathered around the openly desperate women. They were all happy to see the vast quantity of liquid they had consumed was finally having an impact, they would have their winner soon! “Ok then, so from here on out the 5 second pee’s are to be replaced by what we decide. Should we start easy with a 4 second pee?” Joe suggested, wanting to trial the new format without upsetting any of the women. She was aware that she wasn’t exactly impartial and didn’t want to spoil Sam’s assured victory by looking like she was taking control of things in her favour. Angela’s whole body was throbbing as she stood uneasily, the weight of all the nights drinks pressing heavily on her muscles. Waddling into the centre of the room even her legs seemed to be straining under the weight of her bladder. Kneeling down rather than squatting she tried to prepare herself for what was to come. It had only been 10 hours since her last pee break, but it felt like days since she had felt any sort of actual relief. Looking down she couldn’t believe how much her stomach had bloated, her once flat torso now arching and bulging out inches In front of her. She was sure if she walked into the maternity ward at her hospital, no one would think she wasn’t pregnant. But instead, it was simply how large and round her bladder was making her look. Sam soon joined her, one hand pressing deeply between her legs as she fought the spasms that had been rolling through her body since the large pot of coffee they had drunk during the night. The heavily diuretic liquid mixing with the alcohol to form a potent and heavily bloating cocktail of desperation. “Ok guys, pee in 3…2…” “Wait, wait, wait” Sam stammered, her legs pressing heavily against each other for a moment. “See Angela, she cant even keep her legs open you’re a sure to win.” Tilly said gleefully. “It was just a….im fine” Sam said, her face bright red. Getting back into position the count down was restarted and on cue two thick streams fizzed through the air. A soft whimper escaping one of the women as they relieved themselves, but it was hard to tell which one. Then after just 4 seconds they were both forced to clamp the flow off. “Jesus” Angela moaned, her entire body shaking as it reeled in pain. Fireworks of contracting muscles and searing nerve endings suddenly exploding in her bladder. “hummmmg” Sam whimpered, a similar process and spikes of pain shooting through her body. Her eyes closed and jaw clenched as she tried not to shout out in desperation. Unlike the other pees both women stayed in their stooped position for several minutes, their faces red and shining with sweat. Eventually it seemed the worst of the pulses stopped and they regained some control, moving back to the kitchen slowly where a chorus of cheers convinced them both to down another bottle of beer. An hour later the second pee was announced, the groups deciding a 3 second break would be all they were willing to give. The other nurses in the room sensing the discomfort and wanting to strike while the iron was hot. Again, the count down was started as both women gurned in discomfort, their squatting position making it almost impossible not to lose control. The positions lack of support for key muscles causing them to constantly shift where they crouched before finally being able to pee. Despite all the odds they both shut the flow off again. The once slight burning a now constant and agonising sensation that felt as if they were tearing themselves apart. Their muscles shuddering and twitching as they were forced to yet again close prematurely, despite the pressure coming from inside their massively bloated bladders. “Come on Angela, you’ve got this” came a supportive cry from Tilly. “No way, Sam is going to win. St. Cuthbert’s will be the champion, no question.” “Yeah, Sam might be empty soon at this rate.” Sam herself really doubted that comment, the quantity of liquid they had both drunk had filled them with gallons of liquid that would surely take more than a few seconds of peeing to be let out. Plus with their continued drinking it was likely she was drinking just as much if not more than she was peeing. It was turning into a perpetual filling and emptying that was tormenting her every thought. “Well in that case, should we might have to make it a little harder, shall we say a 1 second pee this time?” Vickey suggested, a wicked smile on her face. “Is that even worth it?” Sam questioned, worrying for the first time she might not be able to stop after such a short time. Her breathing now heavy and laboured as the coffee and beer from last night made its way through her system. “Well if Sam doesn’t think it’s a good idea, im all for it Angela” said loudly, just about picking out the conversation through the haze as her face flushed and chest heaved, breathing heavily through her nose. Having already chosen the length of the next pee the groups still made the two desperate nurses hold on another 30 minutes. Their desperation still somehow increasing, with neither of them able to concentrate on anything else but the overwhelming need to pee. Their muscles trembling as they were just about able to stand and sit on chairs hastily pushed towards them by their supportive colleagues. “Ohh god” Sam muttered, her jaw clenched and eyes shut once again as she got into position for the shortest pee yet. She could feel her muscles crying in anticipation of what was to come, but she wasn’t going to give up now. Next to her Angela wasn’t doing much better; she could feel the sweat dripping off her face as she too struggled with her bodily demands. The throbbing had stopped, but it had turned into an almost constant wave of unease and mounting pressure. It peaked and rolled through her crotch and enormously distended bladder, but never disappeared completely. Her body was truly being pushed to its absolute limits by this contest, but she was so close to winning. There was no way Sam could put up with this for much longer. “Alright ladies, just a 1 second pee this time. So there wont be a count to stop, ill just carry on from the count down.” Tilly announced, making both women realise just how little they would be peeing this time. “Alright then, so 3…2…1…Pee…Stop!” It was barely enough time for their streams to start, the exhale of relief from Angela turning into a strange squeaking noise as she forced the muscles between her legs to stop the flow almost instantly. It had felt more like a leak than an attempt at peeing. “Fuck ittttttt!” Sam yelled next to Angela as her legs bowed inwards and both hands applied a vice like grip to her bare crotch. Never before had she felt this kind of burn, the indescribable tingling and cramping sensations radiating out of her crotch and enormous bladder. Even her arms as they pressed lightly against her skin were causing lines of pain and heat to throb through her bladder, radiating from where they brushed the bloated organ. The slightest of pressure enough to now cause immense discomfort and make her tremble. Both women quickly rose and sat on the seats next to them, their legs twisting and faces contorted by pain. It was clear both were reaching new and unfathomable levels of desperation, something that was pleasing all the other nurses in the room. As they had hoped, this was a bladder match for the century and it was a privilege for them to witness it. However, as much as they were enjoying the show they all still wanted to win. Just 15 minutes later it was decided that both women would get the chance to pee again. It was clear that the repeating partial pees in their current state were having an impact and lowering their control. As such, the groups of nurses were happy to torment them both, giving neither of them enough time to get their bodies fully under control. “I think we should do 5 seconds this time” That came as welcome news to both women, especially Sam who wasn’t sure if it was her imagination but she was sure she could feel some of her pee trapped between her clenched muscles after that last round. Her bladder now so full her body was storing it anywhere it could, only her hands had stopped it shooting out of her last time. Hopefully with 5 seconds it would take the edge off and let her constantly contracting muscles a moment of relaxation. Lowering themselves back into position their muscles quivered almost constantly by this point, the twitching visible to those watching as the taught skin seemed to writhe on its own. Contractions or little spasms easy to see on their bare bloated abdomens which had been pulled so tight the skin was almost white. The deep blue of their veins easy to see in contrast to the taught skin which bulged out of their bodies and made them look at least 8 months pregnant. “3…2…1…Pee” Came the command through the desperate white noise which now filled the two nurses ears. Both women sighed in relief, their pee streams thundering out of them once again. The heavy jets spraying noisily on the hardwood flooring as the puddles began to spread out from under them. “2…1…Stop” “Oh fuck!” they both shouted in unison, momentarily lost in the relief. The contrasting pee lengths had played havoc on their bodies which were getting tormented by short pees, only to now be able to let out a reasonably long 5 second burst. Their tired muscles seizing on the opportunity and mistakenly thinking this was it, they were free. Groaning in effort they stemmed the flow and held the tide back once again. But this time it was worse than all of the others put together. Waves of fire pulsed out of their bladders, sweat dripping off them as they gurned and gritted their teeth. Unable to move they writhed in absolute desperation, the taste of freely peeing reminding them of what it felt like and their bodies wanted more. “Sam’s about to pop, just look at her!” Came a comment from Julie, watching the squirming women. “I can fucking hold it she shouted back”, The tendons in her neck bulging as she fought her body. “Im winning this, there is no other outcome possible” Angela panted next to Sam, her own body contorted by the waves of pressure racing through her body. Her heavy but erratic breathing leaving the woman light headed. “You have no chance, I can hold this forever” Sam shouted defiantly, her face red and wet with perspiration as she puffed out her cheeks with each breath. Strands of her blonde hair which had escaped the tight ponytail now sticking to her face, yet still she held resolutely onto the idea she was in control and going to win this. “Im still in control, you cant win this” Angela retorted, her jaw clenched rigidly. “Show them St Cuthbert nurses don’t even know the meaning of a full bladder” Valerie shouted over the huffing and puffing of the bulging women. Five minutes later Angela couldn’t help but let out a guttural moan as her tortured body started to spasm wildly, her muscles cramping deeply inside her. “You almost got her Sam, just listen to that groan” Valerie said confidently. “One more and I think she will break” “No way, Sam will break first, we all saw how she couldn’t deal with the 1 second pee” “Bullshit, she’s in control” “Well then, we shall see. I think we do a 1 second pee again now.” Neither group seemed to even notice the discomfort of their own champion, all their eyes glued to the opposition and how close they looked to winning. “1 second now” An excited and hungry cheer went around the groups. “I….” Sam started, but her sentence tapered off before it began. Surrounded by the other nurses she felt as if she was a simple play thing for them, so full of piss and being forced to release on their command. “Show them what we are made of, 1 more second. You can do it” Tilly added. Clutching themselves both women got into position, their throbbing bodies now exposed once again. “3…2…1..Pee…Stop!” “Arrrrhhhh” Angela screamed as she cut the heavy flow off. Beside her Sam was silent, her bright red face contorted into an expression of pure pain, tears rolling down her face but she hadn’t given up. Angela let out another guttural groan as her bladder violently shook inside her, the tortured muscles screaming out as she forced them to clamp off the flow early. Another short dribble seemed to escape Sam as she pushed her hands back between her legs. Her head angled sideways and grimacing deeply. “I can hold it” Sam said breathlessly, her eyes now open wide but unfocused. “You leaked!” Vicky said accusingly, pointing to the small number of drops falling off Sam’s hands. “It was just drops from the stream, im in control” Sam panted, sweat streaming off her face. “Fuck me!” Angela shouted as her body shuddered violently again, a searing pain ripping through her body. Valerie looked on, an insatiable lust in her eyes. She was desperate to watch Angela eat her words from the other month. She wasn’t the bladder champion around her, despite how she might act. “Well if you are still in control, I think you should do another 1 second pee” Valerie said, an evil grin plastered across her face. They hadn’t done two pees so soon after one another before. Both women looked on the edges of control, this would surely be enough to destroy Angela! “I can do it!” Sam spluttered out, her breathing even more ragged “Me too. I can do anything; my bladder is unmoving!” “Ok then, Vicky ready with the clock.” “3….2….1….Go” Another jet of piss burst out of their quaking bodies. Shooting out and once again splattering onto the still wet floor, the puddle of previous releases still sitting there on the surface. The writhing and sweating women’s reflections just as desperate looking as the real pair. Ripples ran through them as the forceful jets continued to spray into the puddle in almost slow motion for the two desperate nurses. But almost as soon as it started, Vicky told them to stop. “Ok that’s it, clench ladies you have to stop” On command both women screamed loudly, guttural and pained shouts filled the room as they clenched their tired and burning muscles. Red faced and panting they pushed their legs together, hands returning to crotches but there was no stopping it. Despite the order to stop the streams continued as their giant bladders could hold back no more, the repeated short pees had finally broken them. The pained noises of Sam and Angela echoing off the walls of the cabin as the other nurses watched the match come to its end. Piss thundered out of them, drumming noisily off the floorboards and speeding its way across the floor. The puddles joining into a single massive mess that grew by the second as the two women lost control. Unable to move from pure relief Sam’s pee hissed through the hand she had tried to use to help her maintain control but now pressed weakly against her bare crotch. Next to her Angela’s legs were now spread wide, her hips almost bucking as her tortured body released more that a weeks worth of piss. Angela still couldn’t feel any benefit yet, even after 10 seconds. The weight and pressure inside her bloated bladder still as strong as it had been before. The only thankful exception was the burning sensation in her crotch that had finally dissipated with the release. The grunts from both women continued for half a minute before finally their overtaxed bodies began to relax fully. Their bloated bladders starting to reduce in size as the enormous puddle underneath them grew. By the second minute and as pee continued to splatter into the puddle the other nurses were forced to back up, some picking up or pushing furniture of the way of the ocean spreading across the floor. The two panting women in the centre of the room containing far more than any of them had ever seen before. Five minutes after the initial pee both women ran dry at almost the exact same moment. The room completely flooded with their urine. Sam unable to take it sagged onto the floor, lying back in the puddle of her own making completely exhausted. Angela simply sat in the centre of it, a vacant look on her face as she felt her muscles still occasionally twitch. A silence filled the room “Sam started first” A voice shouted. “No way, it was Angela”…. The heated argument continued for minutes, the two contenders too tired and exhausted to take part. Muscles spasms still fired through their tortured bodies which had well and truly been pushed to their absolute limits. “Well, I guess we will just had to re do it next month then.” A voice broke through the euphoric bliss both contenders were under. “I’ll win next time” Sam and Angela said simultaneously, the faintest of fires burning again in their tired eyes. ----------------------------- I hope you guys enjoyed this story. 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    Gut Check

    Hey! Decided to break up the monotony and try my hand at drabble writing for a bit. It sorta spiraled into making a one-shot (two-shot?) for myself, helping build up a new collection of LitRPG short stories (that's those fantasy works with all the RPG stats! Think Sword Art Online... please don't think about that in my presence...). I'll get back onto Ichigo Sunada & Her Downward Spire real soon, just wanted to do something different as a reward for all the page views, hits, likes and comments I've been getting all around! Without further ado, here's the first part to Gut Check! Part II with come soon enough (the part with the diaper content), but for now, humor this tale for a bit. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tick. Tick. Tick. The ticking of the classroom clock lulls a sleepy daemonette into the dream world. Her teacher has been prattling on, stuttering every other word or so, boring the devil girl to tears. She would occupy herself, tap on her desk, flip through her tome, maybe even throw a paper ball at her anxious captor, anything to make her day faster, were it not for her “uniform”. The aggravating thing has been the bane of her restless mind and arms ever since coming to this academy. Forced upon her for her “poor behavior” at registration, ha! Maybe if they didn’t tried to register her in the first place, she wouldn’t be stuck in a straitjacket all day, and they wouldn’t have suffered some slash marks! Tick. Tick. Tick. Reminiscing isn’t like Sasha. Albeit, she’s not really sure what IS she’s supposed to be like. She’s been “free” from the “Dark Goddess” for not long, lost her connection from the Dark for… sometime? Since then, she’s grown wild blue hair her quartermaster ties into a long ponytail every weekend or so. Her many sharp teeth fell out, leaving only 2 stubby fangs on the top row of her teeth, more akin to the beastkin’s. She still as puny as she ever was, barely taller than her fairy classmates. Not as short and stout as they are, but enough that she has to stand on her new tippy-toes, the weird human-like feet that have long replaced her old sharp claws, just to make sure she can lord her height advantage over her “new friends”. Maybe even raise her triangle-shaped, spiky ears, located on the sides of her chubby-cheeked head. Every inch counts if she wants to even imagine her classmates still fear her. But no one does. No one fears the Diablo nowadays. Sure, the populace still take some safety precautions, if her “uniform” is anything to take in mind, but it's not like the old days, where she preyed on those foolish enough to walk about the eternal night without an adventurer. Kin of the Dark Goddess, forged from her everlasting chaos. Back then, she wasn’t even a she! Sasha was without name, without thought, without form, all function. Her purpose was to serve her lady, slay those that could pose a threat to her kin, the eternal night, and her mother. And every one was a threat to their existence. But that was then, this is now. Now she’s “pure”, “free” from her corrupter. She has a form, much like an elf, with only a few extra bits to remind her of what she once was. Her captors like to call them devil kids, sometimes Nightkin, much less intimidating than the Diablo. She has an identity, Sasha, to make her equal among her new peers, complete with stats, inventory, her likes and dislikes, everything that lets everyone know she is a part of the “Adventuring Program”. She has thought, to make her feel guilty about those times, the people she’d harm, instead of proud… And she has her own will, her own needs, her own wants. Her own drive to find a purpose. Cause else, she would do what she does every weekend every day: sulk about not having a purpose without her mother. Sasha sighs… Reminiscing isn’t like her. She’s trying to do what her “teacher” loves to stutter towards her class “L-live for the n-n-now! Be there for the n-n-next ‘morrow! And be happy for when you get there!” She loves to laugh every time the professor botches her rally cry, her inexperience at doing… everything in regards to motivational speaking, not to mention teaching is obvious, even to her. But it does sound like decent advice, or at least she’s said it enough that it's starting to sink into her brain. She would love to turn back the clocks, join her kin in stopping the heroines from storming her mother’s home and sealing her away. But she would more than likely end up on the wrong side of their blades, probably be sealed in with her. At least she would turn back and stop whomever brought her to the Four Goddess’ Institute of Serpha, stop them from freeing her from her dormant, stone-like state. At least then, she wouldn’t have to wake up every day for adventuring classes, wouldn’t be stuck in some island she has no clue is even in, wouldn’t even know what “Serpha” is or what do these people want with what’s inside her. Wouldn’t know about the fate that belie her mother and her kin. Tick. Tick. "Sniff. Sniff." Tick. Tick. “Hmm? Miss Guinea, Sasha’s crying again!” “What’s that, Felix? Sasha, darling!” Tattletale. Her next-desk-classmate, apparently another Nightkin like her, is always like this. She’s such a suck up to these people, has to be because her “mother” is one of the heroines that was responsible for sealing her real mother away. Her indigo, ringlet-curled hair, chubby build, curly tail, she’s the epitome of “soft”. Doubly so, since she gets to walk into class every day with what appears to be footie-pajamas of a wolf as part as her “uniform”, though she at least gets to keep her arms free. There isn’t a day Sasha gets to see the girl without it, it has to be some privilege of her “new kin”. Her “family”. “Sasha, dear, what’s wrong?” Some fools would say that they look like sisters, and perhaps there was once a time they were. But now, they come from two different worlds. This academy, this prison, this is all Sasha knew. A bunch of hands, all poking, prodding, needling, studying, renaming, reconstructing her, all in wonder what makes her tick. And all Felix knew is what life being some spoiled brat, barely even a Diablo. She’s a traitor, she acts like she never even met Mother. She never felt her warm embrace, never had her watchful gaze guiding her, never been told that she will always protect them, even if no one else does. She never had that. And she will never get that. And neither will Sasha. Ever again… “Sasha, please… No more tears.” Sasha finds herself in the tight embrace of her teacher. Tears were running down her face and onto her teacher’s smock. How hard was she crying? Her eyes feel raw, snot is rolling down her face, her throat feels hoarse. She’s still trying to get a hold on these “emotions”. She never had to worry about being sad or angry or even happy back then. All she had to be was obedient to Mother. Now she has to take care of herself. Let others take care of her. If she doesn’t, she’ll waste away in her own despair. Miss Guinea takes her out her desk seat and holds Sasha’s head into herself, rubbing it tenderly. Despite being taller than the young woman, her thin body appears to be dwarfed by her head. The teacher kneels down to Sasha’s level, letting the nightkin see her own reflection in her caretaker’s thick glasses. She can see how the red triangle markings on her face are drowning in her tears. She feels so disgusted with herself, on so many levels. Miss Guinea takes some tissues out of her smock and begins to wipe the wetworks away, given that the straitjacket is preventing her from doing it herself. “Bad memories, again, Sasha?” the teacher asks. Her short, dirty blonde hair, thick glasses, frail frame, and nervous demeanor belie her caretaking abilities. With a tight hug and a rustle of her hair, she calms down the nightkin’s burgeoning outburst. “-Sniff- It was nothing… I was just… I don’t know... It didn’t matter, I felt…,” Sasha stutters through. She struggles to find the right word, she isn’t even sure how, why, or what she feels. Something within her felt like crying, and she couldn’t deny it any longer. “Hey, hey, it's all fine. Sometimes you feel sad, and that’s okay.” Guinevere Guinea releases her hold and turns her attention to Felix. “Okay, class, why don’t we take a short break? The night is young, and… I could use more coffee.” Calling this place a class is demeaning to the both of the girls residing in it. The class only has a few members, and most of them aren’t even in at the moment. Felix and Sasha take a special night class, to make up for the time they spend away from the morning ones. The institute do most of their research on the two during that time, leaving their lesson time rather limited without these night classes. No matter the reason, however, this isn’t a class. It barely counts as personal tutoring sessions. Sasha, having recovered from her breakdown, stares towards the windows of the classroom. The night wind howls as a winter storm blows over the institute, snow piling up in the courtyard. Part of her wants to open the window, dive head first into the white blankets, and frolic throughout the snow, feeling nostalgic for the old, wild days of her “youth”. Feel the biting breeze between her thighs and knees, the cold catch on her sharp claws-now-nails, be free from the warm heating of the class, free in general. She knows that now, without the darkness protecting her, her human-like body would freeze over, be turned into an ice-cube in a matter of minutes, in her current uniform, and that’s assuming she’ll survive the five-story drop. But to feel the outside again, after being stuck inside this borderline prison all year, to Sasha, it would be worth it. While Miss Guinea is preoccupied boiling another pot of coffee and Felix doing… whatever she does with her constant scribbling in her notebook, Sasha goes up and press her cheeks and tail against the window. It’s refreshing, nostalgic, empowering even. She feels filled with various emotions, each one slowly-but-surely pulling back her lips into a smile… It doesn’t last, however, as another sensation begins to fill another place of hers. She begins to brush her thighs against each other, sliding her tail in between them. Sasha tends to ignore a lot of what the institute teaches her about her new form, leaving her ignorant of important issues, such as her fragility, the effects of the Serpha inside her, and most urgently, her needs. The frosty window, the dripping of the coffee percolator, the slight amount of tears still on her face. It all reminding her of that peculiar feeling betwixt her thighs, a hefty pressure that begins to ail her. She tries to prance in the spot, shift that weight to another spot, but all it does is slosh it up and down her midsection. It takes a good deal of jostling, both in her brain and inside her lower quadrants, to remind herself of which need she’s suffering from: the need to use a bathroom. “Urgh…,” she moans. She whips her tail around herself, trying to squeeze around her stomach. It’s an annoying need, one her “pure” body constantly suffers from. Apparently all girls like her suffer from this, needing to stop what they are doing and release what the institute calls their “holy water” into a container. They frown upon “doing their business”, as some of her “peers” would call it, outside of these designated rooms and containers. It’s “unruly”, it’s “unsanitary”, it attracts wild beasts and monsters, so on and so forth. Constant lectures about the vessel they trapped her wild soul in is the reason why she started blocking out their natter in the first place. “Miss Guinea? Can I… you know…?” begins to ask Sasha, trying to remember the right procedure for this. The teacher sips her cup of coffee, loudly enough for Sasha to wince at the image of fluids moving from place to place. “Hm? Sasha, you are asking me something?” “That thing… that… you know…? Thing humans do…?” she says, prancing on the spot. She knows this emotion she’s feeling at the moment: embarrassment. She still doesn’t have a good control on that, or even her bladder at the moment, she feels it pressing against the taut straitjacket. “Speak up, Sasha, you know I don’t have the best hearing.” Guinea tilts her ear towards the ailing girl, wanting to understand her better. She takes another sip, feeling like she needs every bit of energy to get through this long night. She sees out the corner of her eye Sasha stopping her dance, wrapping herself tighter with her thin, waxy black tail. She sees the demon girl resume her hopping, faster now. “That… That… Errgh!” Sasha’s frustration at being unable to voice herself isn’t helping her in the slightest. As she heats up, the pressure within builds up. She feels like each step she makes is starting to press more and more. “That thing…! That… that…! Why can’t I remember…?!” “Easy, Sasha. Just take a deep breath, take your time.” Miss Guinea inhales, pushing her barren chest up. She rolls her hand, asking the girl to mimic her actions. “Errgghh…,” groans Sasha. What is it in that’s in the air that makes mortals like her teacher so addicted to it? She stops her prancing again, trying to follow her teacher’s guidance. Inhale… Exhale… It isn’t much help, the additional air pressure is causing more grief than tranquility. “Can I go do that…?” Her brief respite did give her a little more understanding as to her awkward muteness. The feeling of embarrassment, having to ask a mortal to let her excuse herself and deal with her needs, is much too great for herself. She’s still struggling to understand that she needs to constantly capitulate herself to others, people that aren’t her mother. The additional frustration is doing her bladder no favors, it's starting to feel hot and heavy, two of her least favorite feelings. Miss Guinea cracks a sly smile behind her coffee mug. She doesn’t take a sip, knowing that it won’t help her student feel well. This isn’t the first time Sasha has forgotten her training. Felix looks up, raising her hand. “Oh! I think Sasha needs to--” “Now, now, Felix,” Guinevere says, settling her feisty Felix. “Let Sasha do this herself.” She chuckles to herself, happy to see that one of her girls desires to help another. Sasha twitches her right eye, turning its iris from black to crimson. “Don’t mock me! It’s your fault I’m like this!” She stomps, rattling her entire body. A few heavy drops of holy water seeps into her white briefs, staining it yellow. “Agh!” “Sorry, Sasha! I didn’t mean it like that!” worries Guinevere. Maybe she shouldn’t be practicing her teaching skills in this type of live-fire exercise. Still, the girl has some serious issues with the authority of the institute. As much as she would hate to be on the receiving end of her ire, especially as a newbie teacher, she does need to help her work through her distrust of everyone here if she is going to become, if not a helpful Jr. Adventurer, at least less of a hassle for her co-workers. “Here, I’ll walk you through it, okay?” “Fine! Just make this stop…!” “Can I?” “Can I…!” “Go to?” “G-go toOOooo…” “The bathroom?” “b-b-b-bath—baaathhhhroooOoooOomm!?” Even Miss Guinea had to wince in secondhand embarrassment and pain. Holding her mug, she walks over and pets Sasha on the head. “Come on, then. Give me your tail and let’s go. You too, Felix, really can’t leave you girls alone.” “Yes, Miss Guinea! Ooh!” Felix wags her fluffy pajama tail, excited waving her hand. “Can I have some of your coffee!? Can I? Please, I’m sleepy, like you, Teacher Guinea!” Guinevere snickers some more. Hard to believe the girl only came into her hands a season ago, still clinging to her mother. Now she’s clinging onto her, and she can’t say she hates it. “Kehaha, sure, dear. Now hurry up, else I’m making you clean up after Sasha.” Giving the mug to Felix, Miss Guinea grabs her flashlight and escorts the two girls out the class and into the hallways. She peeks around the corners, making sure there are no ne’er-do-wells prowling the halls. She never really like being in the night-shift. It may feed her coffee addiction (took LOTS of arguing on her behalf to authorize that coffee machine in her classroom), but it doesn’t make her feel any safer in this institute, especially once they turn off the lights . She’s on a high floor, away from the other night classes. It’s eerie, the blustering winter winds contribute in making the building feel more and more haunted. She can’t help but let her mind wander, think about the students slumbering in their dorms, the ones being tested, prodded, and experimented on, the ones out there in the field, facing horrid monsters in this winter weather. And here she is, afraid of her own workpl--! “Move, Guinea! Go!” shouts Sasha, pushing her teacher on her behind! “Yip! Sorry!” Felix pouts. “Hey, no bullying Miss Guinea!” she demands. “I won’t have to if she would keep to her word and mooOOOoove!” “Sasha, no running! Or pushing!” The trio gets moving. Sasha can feel a couple more drops beginning to graze her briefs as she darts through the halls. The cold, unheated hallways would normally be refreshing to the girl, but at the moment they are only sapping her strength, making it harder and harder for her thighs to do all the legwork in keeping her from spilling over. She’s kind of afraid to check her stats, see exactly how full she is at the moment. She at least knows that the Serpha inside her can give her keen knowledge in all her conditions and ailments, see the data. But what would be a benefit will only be an additional mental anguish on an overwhelming physical pain. Sasha picks up her speed, the flopping of her school thigh-highs echoing through the hallways. She’s dragging Miss Guinea behind, still gripping onto her tail with all her (lack of) might. Felix trails behind, constantly taking sips of Miss Guinea’s coffee in between keeping lock-n’-step of her compatriots. “Sasha!” cries her teacher, really glad she didn’t hold onto her coffee. “What!?” “You’ve missed the bathroom, it's behind there!” Whoops. Sasha comes to a skirting stop, reversing her steps ‘til she arrives back to where the chestnut door of the bathroom is. Not her fault all the doors of the school look the same, or how it's night, so she can’t see the signs. “Yay! We made it,” cheers Felix. “Yeah, woo!” Sasha halfheartedly cheers along. “Open the door already, Guinea, I’m gonna burst!” “R-r-right.” As Guinevere goes to grab the door, the trio begin to here footsteps. A constant click, click, click echo around the corner of the hallway perpendicular of the one they are in. The trio freezes. Who could be here, at this time? Out comes a lanky woman, one with gray hair. She looks aged, not quite like wine, not quite like a bread. Her plaid jacket and skirt only makes her look older and more intimidating, it being the kind of plaid you wear when you wish to torture the eyes of another. Her stern demeanor pierces through the night, locking dead-on with poor Guinevere. “Miss Guinea, what exactly are you doing out at this time?” interrogates the cross disciplinarian. “S-sorry, Mrs. Einsfields!” cries the scared teacher. She can’t help but cower in the face of her boss, the principal of the institute. “I-I was just--” “You know that it isn’t the time to be letting the students out. Just because there’s a damn blizzard out there, doesn’t mean you can let them be hooligans!” “S-s-sorry! I was just letting them go to the bathroom, I swear!” “You of all people should know we have procedures on how and WHEN we let students out of the class. Did you even let anyone know, who authorize you to leave class?!” “I thought that no one would answer, it's late and I thought everyone have left, especially before the blizzard came.” “Well you thought wrong. Now shoo!” “Hang on, we have--” “Shoo, go back to your class and actually follow procedure, Miss Guinea!” The hostile tone immediately silences Guinevere. The will to argue have left as she begins to robotically and silently take back her students back to class. “No!” cries Sasha, not going to be denied her relief. She pulls her tail out of her teacher’s grip, turning to the headmistress in anger. “I’m going to the bathroom! I can’t hold it!” The headmistress stares down towards the little runt, challenging her authority. “Oh, I know you. I can still feel your teeth marks on my legs. I see how Miss Guinea was threatened into disobeying procedure now.” “Shut it! Moving!” The headmistress blocks the door. “Oh, you can hold it ‘til your teacher preforms the proper procedure!” “But I can’t!” “I beg to differ.” With two fingers, Moldra Einsfield taps Sasha’s forehead. The daemon takes a step back as a screen shows up in between the two. <Name: Sasha X> <Ancestry: Nightkin> ... Rolling her eyes and using the same two fingers, Moldra slides through a few additional screen, taking little care in invading Sasha’s private info. <Needs> … <Current Bladder: 83%> ... “...You are fine, you can hold it ‘til Guinevere does what she has been told. Now go, Sasha,” demands the headmistress. Sasha can’t help but feel violated in many respects. Her privacy, her personal space, her pride, her authority, her agency. She feels angry, she knows the headmistress is doing this out of some sick sense of revenge. Whatever fear she was feeling in front of the headmistress, it is quickly replaced with a well-brewed rage. “Aaaarrggghhh!” Sasha charges headfirst, catching Mrs. Einsfield off-guard! She slams straight into the headmistress, knocking her into the door and the wind out the both of them! The both hit the floor, dazed and confused! Guinevere and Felix can only watch in shock at the scene, not believing the assault that is happening. Sasha’s youthful vigor and pain on her bladder gets her back up standing first. She pushes Moldra aside with her feet as she ties her tail around the handle of the door. She flings it open, charging into the bathroom, managing to slam her tail straight in between the crack! “AHHHHHHH!” she cries! The pain makes her let loose a great spill straight into her briefs, pushing its limits in a second! Urine starts to flow straight down her plush thighs as she tries to free her tail! “COUGH COUGH, GASP!!” Moldra coughs and wheezes, catching her breath. “Sasha!” she shouts hoarsely, still on her knees. “Sasha!! You get out here, you—cough cough, hrk!--cretin!” “No! No! NO!” Sasha doesn’t know if she’s denying the headmistress’ orders or her loosening control. She squeezes her tail through the crack, sore and inflamed with pain. She doesn’t have the time to care for her tail, she needs to go! Finding an open stall, she has to fight her own glee if she doesn’t want to lose control on the spot! But as she shoulder bash her way in, she comes to an unfortunate realization: she’s still straitjacketed! She can’t slide out of her clothes! This was a battle she already lost the moment Miss Guinea gave up and tried to take her back! If she listened to the headmistress, it would have sucked, it would have hurt, but she could have probably hold it! Now she made an ass of herself in so many ways! But if she did listened, she wouldn’t have gotten to headbutt her! Plus, it’s their fault for making arbitrary rules in regards to where she can and can’t pee! And it’s not over yet! Her clothes would be ruined, but no one can say she peed anywhere else but where they ordered her too! Plus she never liked the black skirt anyway! Sasha tries to open the toilet seat, but the slick porcelain and her raw tail refuses to cooperate! It’s not over yet! “Sasha! Get out of there!” Moldra continues to scream, she has to be back on her feet and ready to scream and charge in at any moment! Not yet! Without much choice, Sasha rides on the top of the seat! Not...yet…!! Sasha, backed to a corner, had no choice! She releases! “—GASP! Agguuuuuuggghhhh~!” Sasha’s holy water flows from her hole and onto the top of the seat! It flows all over the lid, much like an overflowing cup of coffee. It drips onto the tiled floor, ruining the clean shine that each tile was giving off. The hot fluids clash with the cold seat, providing Sasha some discomfort from the mismatched sensations, but dammit, nothing is ruining this! If this attracts monsters, so what, this is a school of heavily-armed and trained adventurers! If she has to clean up her “mess”, so what, its hers anyway! If she’s punished, so what, not like they are gonna kill their vessel of their precious Serpha! The feeling of being pushed to the brink and having scrounge out a W, this is what she’s missed so much~! The raw feeling of doing what your insides, what your “gut” as the mortals call it, what she can call it, tell you to do, with no care to rules or orders~! This is freedom! This is purity! This is happiness! “Riiyaaaauughhh…!” she moans, being in pure glee. Her skirt droops heavily, over-saturated with fluids. Her white thigh-highs are covered in yellow streaks, streaks that are continuing to grow by the second. She’s glad she wasn’t wearing shoes, as they will probably be flooded at this point. The bottom of her hated straitjacket is flushed with urine, a fate it well deserves, in her mind. “Uoooaggghh…” she moans one more time. The pain within and without her has subsided, or at least numbed by her relief. She has a dopey smile and glazed eyes, one she feels is well-earned. The crimson that has overloaded them disappeared, turning back to their natural black, even being tinged in a bit of blue, out of joy for her deeds. A great chunk of her knows that she’s done just about everything wrong, but the part of her that is unbelievably happy at such a thing is...small, but EXTREMELY vocal. Her spiky ears wibble in joy, her inflamed tail flocks about, her feet splash in her excretions. She doesn’t even mind that just about everyone witnessed her, having never locked the doors to either the bathroom or stall. As soon as the moans and sounds of rushing waters stop, only a deafening silence remains. Guinevere is terrified for her job, Moldra is ready to explode, Felix has a look of disgust, and Sasha… Sasha doesn’t care. She has a sly smirk, one quite smug at getting the one-up against her captors. She wonders if the Dark Goddess, her mother would be proud at her defiance of the mortals, using their own asinine rules, systems, and conditions against them. Somewhere, she has to be laughing… ...Though the smiles don’t last long as Mrs. Einsfield holds her by her ear, dragging her through her own puddles. “Go,” she says in a tone that could put fear into all four of the goddesses watching them. “A-are you--,” stutters Guinea. “I’ve. Said. Go.” Without any additional words, Guinea carries Felix’s hefty self and evacuates from the storm a-brewing within the bathroom. Moldra continues to drag Sasha, who's starting to understand the sheer power of the old ex-adventurer. The ire-filled Einsfield digs two of her bony fingers straight into the demon’s forehead, bringing back up her sheet. She squints in disgust, watching the alarms the institute installed within her blare, watching the number at one specific statistic on her rise, watching the girl shift her expressions from smug pride to a childish terror. <Accident!! Accident!!> <Sasha X has had an Accident!> <Current Total: 5!> <Accident!! Accident!!> Moldra drags the girl throughout the hallways, silently simmering in her wrath at first, before breaking the quiet halls with “You do know what this means, correct?” “W—what?! K-k-kill me? Do you w-w-w-worst!” “Oh, no… I have something more… suitable than that.” The blizzard outside howls louder as Moldra looks at one more stat: Sasha’s hip size.
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    Summer Reunion

    We're well into the second half of the story now and back with a POV character we haven't used in a while! I'm trying to give each of them a roughly equal amount of time in the spotlight. I was pretty shocked to realise I haven't focused on Zoe since her first chapter seeing as she's done so much (this doesn't include any messing though). Hope you enjoy! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For a group of people who'd already done just about every tourist-y thing Paris had to offer, the six friends still managed to have a blast during their first day back in the city. They paraded around the town, taking turns to take the lead at any given moment, dragging each other to their favourite spots that had lived long in the memory for the year. Within a few hours they'd gone up the Eiffel Tower, round the Notre-Dame and under the Arc de Triomphe. Mark had persuaded them to follow him into an art museum after lunch at a lovely café Ayo remembered. Speaking of Ayo, Zoe thought that he'd seemed slightly distracted all day- he appeared to be the only one who hadn't been able to forget about the morning's events, which she thought was odd seeing as he'd got the best end of the bargain. Nonetheless, it was a glorious day, and the clock had already hit six by the time they got off the train back and headed to Jamie's house to get ready for a night at one of his favourite local restaurants. Zoe's feet were already sore by the time she got to her room and started picking out restaurant clothes. She had a ritual before nights like these- throw on some music on her phone, search through every available item of clothing until she'd decided the perfect outfit and lay it all out on the bed while she got ready. Tonight a purple dress was in order, over black underwear that she usually found more comfortable than her lighter sets. Once everything was neatly set out over her duvet, Zoe grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom down the hall to shower away the sweat she'd worked up in the Parisian heat. The shower water was heavenly on her bare skin. Zoe had always loved showering, but the longer the day, the better the shower felt for her. She let the hot water flow through her brown hair, over her back, down her thighs. As was often the case, the warmth of the liquid alerted her of a vague need to pee, so she obeyed without hesitation. Peeing in the shower was Zoe's guilty pleasure; she couldn't remember a time when she hadn't loved the feeling of emptying her bladder while the water rushed around her. It was, in some abstract and naughty way, like she was just adding to the waterfall, offering her own little contribution to the river that flowed around her feet and gurgled down the drain. And it was so much easier than getting out just to sit on the toilet for thirty seconds. Zoe would have been lying if she'd said that she didn't sometimes save her morning wee for the shower, but if asked she would have hotly replied that it was a time-saving measure. Once she felt finished, Zoe, lifted by the satisfying pleasure of an empty bladder, reluctantly turned off the shower and stepped into her towel. Brushing wet hair out of her eyes, she cracked the door open to check the corridor for people before slipping back into her room with the pink fabric just about concealing her breasts. By the time she was dried, dressed and made up, it was quarter to seven and time to meet downstairs and head to the restaurant. Everyone except Jamie had made an obvious effort to look smart for the occasion, which at least meant that Zoe didn't feel overdressed in her purple get-up. Luckily it was a fairly warm evening, so the five-minute walk didn't leave her arms or ankles too cold. The eatery itself couldn't have been much fancier by the standards of six young adults ranging from barely comfortable to basically broke. Although it was tiny, everything looked expensive and spotlessly clean, and the waiter- dressed in a perfectly-ironed shirt and bow tie- showed the group to a round table at the back of the room which seated them all comfortably. Zoe felt strange, sitting in a place like this. It wasn't her world at all. What she knew best were cheap but comfortable restaurants, with waiters who were friendly, but in a way that made it clear that they'd rather be anywhere else. Having her five friends with her made things easier, though; Tessa and Ayo slotted right into a setting like this as if they lived in a castle, even though Zoe knew both had come from poor families. They ordered from a menu of things she couldn't pronounce and started up conversation. Ayo still came across as distracted- clearly, there was something on his mind. Zoe didn't want to let him know how easily she'd spotted his uneasiness, so she didn't bring it up. In the event, the food was good, even if Zoe still thought it was a little pretentious. She'd gone for something she knew wouldn't upset her stomach, but which still looked sophisticated and adult. The conversation started to spark up once again when their food was finished and the severe-looking waiter started to clear their plates. Tessa excused herself to use the bathroom (to "wash her hands", she'd explained unconvincingly), which was a single-room non-gendered affair. Zoe supposed that made sense for a restaurant that only held around sixty people. "So, what are we doing tomorrow?" asked Mark. All eyes went straight to Jamie, who, as host, had become the de facto captain of the group. The long-haired man spread his hands in front of him, as if to say, anything we like. "I was thinking we could try the cinema," he said, "there's a great shopping centre- sorry Kevin, mall- near the Louvre that has pretty much everything inside. There's a swimming pool, too- we could check it out?" "OK, sounds good," teased Zoe, "but I get to pick the film... after last time". "There was nothing wrong with The Lion King," said Kevin defensively. He'd been allowed to pick the movie on the first and only time the six had gone to the cinema together the previous summer. "There was a lot wrong with The Lion King," Mark growled, outrage in his throat, "firstly: why? What's the-" But the early embers of Mark's animated rant were cut short by Tessa's premature return from her bathroom break. "That was fast," Zoe commented, immediately wondering why she'd said anything. Tessa looked down at the table. "It's closed," she said, "out of order." "Seriously?" said Jamie, incredulous, "one bathroom in this whole place and it's closed down?" Tessa simply nodded in response. "Which kind of sucks," she added eventually, "because I haven't peed since what happened this morning and it's been, what, twelve hours?" Ayo swore then. It came out of nowhere, and five faces snapped around as one to look at Ayo in sheer amazement, because Ayo Shehu never swore. He must have realised quickly what he'd done, but he seemed unable to take it back, eyes wide behind his glasses. It was one of the first things he'd said throughout the whole meal. Nine more words followed the four-letter one. "We need to get out of this restaurant, now," he said quickly. "Dude, what the hell are you talking about? You alright?" "It wasn't the whiskey, Kevin. It was the box. It was the box you found that we all tried to open". Kevin's mouth dropped open immediately, and Zoe heard a gasp from Tessa, but the others weren't getting it. Ayo sensed their confusion and continued. "We each touched that box within seconds of each other, and twelve hours later, a quarter after eight, what happened... happened, all within seconds of each other. It's not a coincidence". "I touched it later than you, when I got back with the wood," this was Jamie, nodding as if he didn't want to believe it but did. "There was a number on that box..." Mark whispered, his face pale. "The number twelve. It wasn't some meaningless marking," Ayo turned to Zoe, who was just to his left, "Tessa, what's the time?" Slowly, not sure what she wanted to see, Tessa slipped her phone out of her pocket, held it up to the group and flicked it on. The numbers couldn't have been clearer. 20:11 "We need to go," Zoe choked. This was insane, this was impossible. "Hang on, guys, hang on," Kevin said, trying to sound calm, "even if Ayo's right- what's to say it wasn't a one-time thing? Why are we so sure it's going to happen again?" "Dude, we're in the middle of an expensive restaurant with an out-of-order bathroom," Mark snapped back, "Do you really want to take that risk?". Kevin seemed to see his point. Tessa stood up. Zoe thought there was a beauty to her even now, when she was clearly panicking, and her voice carried more authority than any other. "OK, if Ayo's predicted correctly, Jamie has ten minutes longer than we do to get to the house," she turned to their host, "can you pay while we get back and meet us there? We'll pay you back later, mate". Jamie reluctantly agreed and the other five rushed to collect their things. They must have looked like quite a sight, five young English-speaking foreigners stumbling out of a high-end Parisian establishment just moments after finishing the main course, but nobody's mind was on their appearance as they filtered through the door and onto the street, starting the hustling march back to Jamie's house. Zoe had barely left the building when she first felt it. A twang in her bladder, rapidly growing, feeling more than similar to the one that she'd experienced that morning. On that occasion she'd soaked her favourite pyjamas, but she couldn't afford to lose control tonight- she just couldn't. Not in this dress. And yet already she knew that Ayo had been correct. She certainly had to get to a toilet quickly, because she needed to pee. There was no denying it. Her mind flashed back to the day this had started for her, with Jamie's text as she emptied her bursting bladder into a lecture-hall toilet. Those thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone whispering her name. "Zoe," came Tessa's hushed voice. Zoe looked behind her to see Tessa hanging just a little back from the group. Instinctively, the Australian girl dropped back to fall in line with her English friend and put a comforting arm around her shoulder. "What's up?" she asked, fairly sure she knew the answer already. Tessa's response was short, simple and terrifying. "It's starting. I can feel it," Tessa whispered, and as they passed under a streetlamp Zoe got a brief glimpse of the anguish on Tessa's face. "What do we do, Zoe?" Zoe didn't know how to answer. Her urge to pee was already nearing the point of desperation now- within moments it would be a full-blown emergency. Finally, she found her voice and gave the only answer she could think of. She wanted more than anything to sound reassuring, but Zoe couldn't see a way out of this. Deep down she knew it- not everyone's underwear was going to survive this trip. But she put on a brave face. "We walk, Tessie. And we pray for a miracle".
  8. 1 point
    I still like my skirt idea from previously. As far as the top, Idk
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    I pulled into a service station to fill up my car. A 7/11. (I'm from Australia) after a fairly long drive. I needed to pee pretty bad and figured I'd just go at the servo, right ? I got out of my car and figured I could hold it a bit longer, I'd fill up first then go inside and use the bathroom before I paid, so I started filling up the car. Just as the tank was full the urge to pee came in an enormous wave, and started coming out! Into my black skinny jeans! Luckily it had just started to get dark and I was wearing black, but I could see some of it dripping! I managed to stop the flow but it felt like most had already come out. I deliberately let squirt out from the petrol hose when I took it out, to make it look like I spilt some petrol on me as I was dripping. I walked quickly inside the servo, only to find out the toilets were closed due to the virus! Ha. I also realised I didn't even really need to go anymore, most of it escaped into my jeans and was already drying. Black clothing goes a long way, especially at night First time I had a genuine accident like this, especially at a servo! Anyway I'm really glad I get to share these experiences with this community
  10. 1 point
    View File ARM-879 Desperate Wetting Scenarios I believe the point of this JAV is it is a one on one scenario with a girl who needs to pee and you (the cameraman). After you find out she needs to pee you ask her if she will hold it for you as long as she can until she wets herself. A Description of each file so maybe you can find one you would like more then the others.....or maybe you would like them all ARM-879-01 - You and a fellow classmate are alone in the classroom she sits next to you watching videos on her phone while you sneak quick glances at her panties showing from her short skirt. She catches you in the act of staring and then starts teasing and flirting with you deliberately showing you her panties. After a while you notice her begin to fidget she then tells you she has been need to pee for a while and asks you if you would like to watch her pee herself. You say yes so she just casually pisses herself infront of you. This girl is very calm and collective compared to the other girls in this JAV. ARM-879-02 - It is morning and you are in the kitchen with your girlfriend drinking coffee. After she gets done drinking her coffee you give her another one and another one on top of that. Soon after she says she needs to use the bathroom but on her way out you stop her asking her to stay and hold it for you. At first she seems taken back from what you have ask of her but then agrees. She sits there squirming and holding herself pleading to be allowed to go use the bathroom but you say no. After a while you ask her to stand so you can put a camera underneath her. Not long after that she can no longer wait and pee gushes out of her. After she gets done wetting herself she talk to you about how wet her panties are and asking you how you enjoyed watching. ARM-879-03 - You and your girlfriend are coming back home after a date. She then sits at the steps of the door and starts talking to you all while she is crossing and uncrossing her legs and slightly fidgeting in place. She tells you she never got a chance to use the bathroom before you left so naturally you ask her if she will continue to hold it for you. She agrees and after a while she can no longer hold it and wets herself followed by some flirting with you and showing you her pissed soaked underwear. ARM-879-04 - This one is just you bringing a cute girl over to your house for the first time. She points at things in the room and talking about them and giggling non stop. After a while you begin to see her fidget and grab at her crotch seeing that she needs to pee. she sees that her needing to pee is turning you on and agrees to hold it for you so you then lay a tarp over your bed and ask her to continue holding it on the bed. She tries her best to hold it but eventually wets herself. This girl plays the cute/innocent card a little more than the other girls in this JAV. ARM-879-05 - This is just your classic you and a Schoolgirl locked in a room scenario. The two of you are locked in what appears to the gym storage room at first the two of you just sit down and talk hoping someone will come bye and unlock the door. She catches you looking up her skirt at first she seems a little mad but then quickly starts flirting with you purposely lifting up her skirt for you. You begin to notice her acting odd and she then tells you she needs to pee so you then ask her if she will pee herself for you. She says yes as you then slide your phone under her to record when she pees. After she wets herself she begins flirting with you some more showing you her now wet panties. ARM-879-06 - You and your girlfriend have just checked into your hotel room and the two of you are tired and sit down. You begin to notice her squirming in her seat and she then tells you she has been needing to pee for a while now. You ask her to hold it for at first she seems kinda taken back of what you just asked but then says she will hold it for you. You then lay out a pee pad for her to stand on while she continues to hold it all while she flirts with you showing you her butt and giggling until she finally loses control and wets herself. *Note the cameraman doesn't say anything the girl does all the talking while pretending to talk to you the viewer* Screenshots are in order of the files Personally my favorite is ARM-879-02 but to each their own Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 07/03/2020 Category JAV Collections  
  11. 1 point

    Black girls wetting

    https://twitter.com/emmaxlover You're welcome.
  12. 1 point
    This may be long. Apologies. I've been turned on by pants wetting since I was old enough to be turned on, and despite being pretty shy by nature for most of my life, I've been lucky in that I've had my wetting fetish indulged several times. As I said, I was very shy about my fetish for most of my life, but as I grew up, I came to terms with it. It's there, it's not going anywhere, and it's a kinda big part of my sexuality. So I came to the realization that if I wanted to be truly happy and satisfied, any girl I was with would have to know about it, be okay with it, and hopefully even enjoy it herself. Since then, despite my shy nature, I've told every girlfriend I've had. None have had negative reactions, and a couple have indulged it, one actually came to truly like it, which brings me to this story... I met Emily (fake name of course) through work. We worked in different departments at the same company, so we met each other and interacted, but we didn't really talk until after I left that job. That's when I started getting texts from her. We had a natural chemistry, so things picked up pretty quickly. Within a few weeks we were not holding back much in our discussions, and sex was the common topic of course. Fetishes came up and after detailing her own, she asked me point blank what mine was. It took some courage, but I told her about my pants wetting fetish and waited for the dump. She surprised me pleasantly by being very open to the idea. Over the next few months, we began seeing eachother more and more, and she began experimenting with wetting her pants. At first, I just got a few pictures sent to my phone, but she said she realized she really actually liked it, and before long she was doing it for me in person here and there. First at my place, then while camping in the back country, on hikes, in her car... she seemed to legitimately be enjoying it. She started to mention the idea of more and more public pants wettings when the subject of fantasies came up. This idea turned me on more than I could hide, and she noticed this and latched on to the idea. We talked about several scenarios involving drinking way too much water and having accidents in front of her friends, out in public (where/when it wouldn't cause trouble), and finally... at work. Now, to be clear, at this point this was all fantasy for me. I legitimately didn't think she'd pee her pants at work. I figured she was probably just enjoying the effect she had on me by saying it, and I didn't really mind that. Nevertheless, I'd half jokingly encourage her to go through with it. She'd text from work about some BS that was going on, I'd tell her to pee herself so she could go home early and I'd make her cum, because fuck work. She'd laugh, but I knew it wasn't gonna happen. Then... I'm off for the day and get a text from her saying work is ultra slow and she needs to pee really bad, but can't until someone comes in because they left her alone at her station. Of course, I took the bait and said it'd serve them right if she peed herself and they had to let her go home. I expected that to be the end, but the next text I got had a grinning devil emoji, followed by, "Hmmmmm....." I replied, "I'd come get you, if you did, and take care of you..." I got no reply for an hour or so. I figured she must have gotten busy and that was as far as this conversation was going. Now, after the fact, I can fill in the gap here. She sat waiting for nearly an hour after my last text. She said she didn't really think she'd do it at first, but that thinking about it was starting to turning her on. She said she found herself pushing until she could feel the pee on the verge of coming out, then clamp down, enjoying the feeling of holding it back while imagining what would happen if she really did let go. This made her more turned on and also made her urge to pee stronger. I guess her boss finally returned, but then took off again for his office before she could get a word in to ask for a restroom break. Then to top it off, a family member of his came in and tried to order her around like they were her boss. I understand this is probably hard to believe. I know people make crap up like this all the time. All I can do is promise you that the following really did happen. Call it voyeurism, dedication, perversion, whatever. Girls like this DO exist. My phone recieves a text... I open it. "That's it I'm peeing lol" I asked if she was serious. She replied with, "just come pick me up please." Right about then, my heart started pounding. I jumped in my car and drove the 10 minutes to her work. Once I arrived, I sent her a text to let her know as much. A couple minutes went by before the main entrance door opened and she walked out. I was instantly so turned on I started shaking. Here was my girl, walking out of her work, an obvious wet spot across her crotch/lap, going down both legs to just below her knees. She walked quickly, looking extremely embarrassed, jeans obviously peed. I couldn't (and still can't) believe she actually deliberately pissed herself at work! As she got into the car, I got my first glimpse of her thoroughly soaked butt. I couldn't resist. I immediately kissed her, long and deep, running my hand over her wet crotch. I could feel her trembling when we kissed. On the drive home, she admitted that she was really embarrassed and worried she might regret doing it. She'd had to call her boss in his office and tell him she'd wet her pants. Then he had seen it when he came down to relieve her. She had gotten a lot of attention when walking out in her peed jeans too. She was worried she wouldn't be able to live this down. This all worried me too, to be honest, but I knew there was no point in worrying now. So I took her home, wet my own pants, took a shower with her, made love to her for the rest of the afternoon, and cuddled her till we fell asleep. Surprisingly, only one person she's really close with at work ever even mentioned her peeing her pants. So by the end of the next day, Emily had gone from embarrassed and borderline regretting, to saying the memory turns her on intensely. This all happened months ago now, and every now and then, she'll hint about wanting to do it again some time. She also says that I owe her a public pants peeing on one of our future dates. So that's what happened. Yes, it's true (aside from her name), and yes, I know I'm lucky to know this girl. I definitely do not take her for granted. Hope this wasn't so long that nobody reads it!
  13. 1 point

    ABGID

    View File ABGID Adult Baby Girls In Diapers with wetting, messing, diapering... Submitter dprdcj Submitted 07/04/2020 Category Female  
  14. 1 point

    ABGID

    309 downloads

    Adult Baby Girls In Diapers with wetting, messing, diapering...

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  15. 1 point

    Refusing to Wait

    Here is a fun lesbian desperation/wetting video we shot at HD Wetting before the COVID-19 crisis. I hope you all enjoy it! If you like this kind of video, I'd just like to point out that we have more than a thousand other high-def pee and wetting videos available for HD Wetting members. WARNING: This video contains nudity- vid_950.mp4
  16. 1 point
    Girl Pees in her grey Gymshark leggings in the tub. she has great content: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5eaf07a193fee
  17. 1 point

    Black Pullups?!

    Here you go: https://together-wearing-nappies.tumblr.com/
  18. 1 point
    Long queue Larissa, Chloe, Natasha and Eve helped each other with make up, clothing adjustments and hair accessories as they excitedly got ready to see Young and Free in concert. ‘You got the tickets safe Chloe?’ ‘Yes in my bag all ready. See? Oh come on Eve your hair looks amazing honestly! The taxi will be here in less than ten minutes now.’ ‘Would you like me to take these glasses downstairs Larissa? Will I just put them in the kitchen?’ ‘Yeah yeah that’s perfect. Mum will put them in the dishwasher. Thanks’ All four had been nibbling crisps and nuts and drinking wine and fizzy juice as they got ready. They had been getting dressed and prepared for well over an hour when they heard a loud toot outside and Larissa’s mum shouted up. ‘Girls! You need to come down NOW! That’s the taxi here! Have a great time girls and remember to stay together and stay safe. Call me Larissa if you need me ok! You know I won’t go to bed until you are back home safe!’ As the four dolled up students raced downstairs to grab coats and jackets and head into the taxi Larissa kissed her mum on the cheek and quickly reassured her. Safe in the taxi the girls giggled excitedly as the taxi headed to the outskirts of the city to the large concert hall. Joining the long queue to get in Eve giggled and crossed her legs. ‘I ought to have used the toilet before we left! I hope we get inside soon as I really wanna wee.’ ‘Me too!’ ‘What are you two like! There must be over 100 people in front of us! Just don’t think about it and you’ll be fine ok!’ After initially not moving at all finally the queue began moving faster and within twenty minutes the girls were all inside the large atrium and looking for the toilets. ‘I vote we all go now. I’m bursting! ‘Yeah me too! Look I see some!’ The four girls made their way towards the ladies weaving through the crowds, stalls and stewards as they did so. It appeared everyone else at the concert was doing likewise but thankfully for all four girls the queue moved steadily and all four got to relieve themselves before being able to buy some drinks and sweets and heading into the auditorium. ‘This is going to be epic!’ Natasha shouted above the noise of the crowd. ‘Absolutely! Look it’s starting!’ Eve screamed back. With load bangs and fireworks the live concert began in style and the girls jumped, danced and sang throughout, each of them finishing the drinks and sweets they had bought and buying more in the interval. When out buying more juice Chloe glanced towards the toilets but the queue was out the door so she decided not to bother. The second half started with more fireworks and more smoke which had the audience screaming with excitement. When the band called up a few people from the crowd the place went wild with excitement but sadly none of the four students were picked, much to all their disappointments. Finally the three hour event drew to a close and the girls joined the long queue to leave the auditorium, the stewards filing everyone out in seat order. As they waited on their row being ushered out Chloe crossed her legs. ‘Can we go straight to the toilets please?’ ‘Again?’ ‘Yes! I was going to go at the break but the queue was out the door. I’ll never make it home honestly girls. I’m bursting!’ Eve moved from foot to foot behind Chloe. ‘She’s not the only one Larissa. I didn’t want to miss any of that but I’ve been wanting to go for ages. Come on! Why haven’t they let our row out yet?’ Natasha kept quiet but secretly she was delighted Chloe had mentioned the ladies. She too was desperate but way too embarrassed to say. It seemed only Larissa didn’t want to go but Natasha wasn’t sure if that was just bravado. She often tried to hold off longer than the rest of them but then Natasha had seen her having to go behind a bush more than once as her bravado broke and she was almost wetting herself. Natasha smiled but tightened her muscles hoping it wasn’t obvious how desperate she was too. ‘Right ok! We’ll go straight the the toilets then call the cab. It’s heaving here so maybe there will be a few less people by then. At least we are moving now. Try stick together. It’s madness here! The girls filed out into the large auditorium and headed for the ladies. They went straight to the ones they used earlier but Chloe protested that the queue wasn’t just out the door but almost back to the main entrance this time! ‘What? There’s no way I can wait in that! I’ll wee myself before I even get inside the door!’ Natasha silently agreed as she felt another spasm but tried to look as natural as possible. Larissa laughed ‘even I would be bursting by the time we got to those toilets and I don’t even need it!’ (Which was a lie but she wasn’t going to let the others know that) Chloe danced around high on alcohol and the music. ‘We need to find some other ones! Come on!’ The group headed further along the large wide atrium going against the crowd and heading away from the main door. They were stopped by an usher. ‘Hey you’re going the wrong way! The exit is this way please.’ Chloe, the boldest, went right up to the tall male usher. ‘Hey mate. Listen. I really need the loo. We’re just looking for a ladies ok?’ ‘Well you won’t find any up this way sorry. There’s some at the entrance on your right.’ Larissa spoke up. ‘Yes we saw those ones but the line is HUGE and my friend Chloe here will pee herself in that queue. Come on! Let us use some other ones? Please?’ The usher stood firm. ‘Sorry ladies. For security reasons you can’t go any further. I’m afraid you need to head back to the entrance. Thank you.’ Natasha was mortified. Not only did she hate breaking rules but she felt so embarrassed that Larissa, her friend, had embarrassed Chloe by telling a stranger she was about to pee herself. Granted Chloe was dancing around holding herself like a kindergarten child but even so! She pulled at Larissa and Eve’s arms and walked towards the entrance. Eve remained quiet too but she did comment softly that she hoped the queue would move quick. Natasha did too. The queue was still almost at the entrance but the four girls reluctantly joined anyway. ‘What about we just call a cab and go at our own homes?’ Larissa asked five minutes later when they had barely moved. Chloe, who was still dancing, answered first. ‘God no! By the time you call a cab, then we wait, then it drops Eve and you off I’ll be sitting in a puddle. Just let’s wait here now. At least it’s moving a bit. God I’m bursting though!’ Eve moved from foot to foot her hands in her jeans shorts pocket. ‘I’d rather wait too please.’ ‘Ok! But this is madness!’ Natasha tried standing still but even concentrating hard the pulses between her legs were strong and the need to move intense. The lined moved a little more but the conversation became less as each girl battled her own private war. Finally they could at least see the door though there was still over twenty girls in front. Chloe lost more and more dignity as she pressed both hands between her miniskirt and tights, her far too high shoes making it hard for her to balance. ‘I’m dying to pee so much. Do you think anyone would let me skip the queue? I have to go so badly it’s ridiculous. I so need to pee!’ Eve flushed as a strong urge hid. She silently crossed her legs and leaned on the wall though she could feel her underwear getting damp. She ached for release so much. She too doubted if she would make it. Natasha tapped her foot on the floor willing the queue to disappear as her urethra pushed and pushed rhythmically against her leather trousers and thong. Larissa wasn’t going to let on how much her bladder hurt but the waist on her jeans was digging in so when the others weren’t looking so up did the top button. That helped a little but not much. A short while later and Chloe was almost in tears. ‘I’m not gonna make it. I can’t hold this. It’s so urgent!’ Eve tried to encourage her though she doubted if she would manage either. ‘It’s ok Clo. It’s moving again see. We’re at the door now.’ But it was no good. Brazen, bursting and bolstered by alcohol Chloe hunched down against the wall as a loud hiss made the others stare. ‘Sorry! I just couldn’t wait another second!’ Pee formed a large warm puddle around her high strappy shoes as the pressure burst through her knickers and tights in a powerful stream. ‘Oh God. That’s so much better though!’ The others looked at Chloe with a mix of shock, jealousy and disbelief. Larissa spoke first. ‘Geez you can pee girl! Bet you won’t be the first to do that here! This is crazy having to wait this long!’ While everyone had been watching Chloe Eve had been forced to loosen the button on her jeans shorts such was the ache in her bladder. She rubbed her distended bladder as she leaned against the wall, avoiding the spreading puddle. It was getting beyond uncomfortable and now painful to keep holding the huge amount of urine her bladder held. As the queue moved again Chloe stood up and stepped over her puddle looking embarrassed but happy. Natasha was now in the lead and just inside the door she could now see a row of cubicles on each side but worse was the ladies washing their hands. She pressed a hand between the crotch of her leather trousers. ‘Oh my God this is torture! First seeing someone pee themselves now seeing folk washing hands. I really really need to go so bad’, which showed as she paced from foot to foot with a hand tight between her legs. Larissa never admitted needing to pee. She was proud of that but even she was struggling to keep her need hidden. ‘It’s bad isn’t it. Even I’m bursting now we’ve been waiting this long!’ They moved a little more but Eve stood silently leaning against the wall concentrating so much so hadn’t noticed the queue move. Chloe noticed she hadn’t moved, ‘Eve? You ok there? You falling asleep?’ Little did anyone know that pulling Eve out her holding zone would be too much. She turned as Chloe called her name but the lapse of concentration when another crucifying urge surged through her was all it took. Eve looked down ashamed in silence as warm liquid dribbled down her inside leg as the crotch of her denim shorts changed colour. With her arms rigid straight by her side, her hands tightly clenched to try and stop peeing it was all too little too late as against all her fight urine continued to race down both her bare legs and into her pump shoes. She hadn’t even made it into the door let alone a cubicle. Oh the shame. Chloe giggled, Natasha marched on the spot frantically inside the door and Larissa tried acting cool despite an intense need to piss overwhelming her. Chloe found it hilarious no longer being alone in embarrassment. ‘Two down! Two to go! Haha!’ Natasha’s pride took over. ‘What do you mean? I ain’t gonna piss myself! No chance! You two wait outside. Larissa and I will be back soon! The door closed behind Natasha as the queue moved again. Now just six in front including Larissa who was now unashamedly dancing like Chloe had and moaning. Finally a stall became available and Larissa ran in, yanking her tight leather trousers down as best she could but only getting them barely over her butt cheeks when the heavens opened! Pee gushed our furiously as Larissa tried learning forwards to make her pee stream fire backwards to avoid soaking her clothes. Hovering over the pan she felt tipsy with delight, even dizzy at finally getting release after so long. Her pee kept flowing steadily whilst Natasha was still outside waiting. Finally another stall became free and Natasha walked in. Inside facing the toilet the intensity of her need became incredibly strong and try as she might her jeans just wouldn’t budge over her distended bladder. She shook with need as first a dribble then a strong trickle escaped. She tried pulling at her jeans again but they just wouldn’t budge. With no choice left she sat on the toilet and wanted to scream as her bladder gave out and her jeans got soaked. This couldn’t be happening! Not to her! But it was, just as it happened to Chloe and Eve and almost happened to Larissa. It’s just what can happen when you can’t go because of a long queue. It really can happen to any woman.
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    Wet traveler

    > Wet Traveller
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    A requst for a discord user LS / deviantart user lucasgameruw Uraraka from My Hero Academy desperate to pee and then wetting (For those not familiar with the show Uraraka's ability is to make things float thath't why she is floating in the second image)
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    From the album: kimikyu's pee sketches

    hopefully mark can help him out, fs in the chat gamers
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    rion_727 (1/2)

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    rion_727 (2/2)

  24. 1 point

    Boy Scouts Wetting

    Hi everyone -- I have been reading the forum for a long time but not posted, other than a few comments from time to time. I know that male desperation is not to everyone's taste, but this is a true story and it featured heavily into my ongoing interest in this topic. Do enjoy. This story took place when I was about 16 and was very active and involved in the boy scouts. If any of you know there is an honor group with in the boy scouts that only a small number of people are invited to join. I was a leader in that group and one year we had the initiation ceremony and I went, taking a new boy from our troop who would have been about 13. The idea is that you spend the whole night and day in silence working on the camp to get it ready for the summer session so it's a fair amount of manual labor with not too much food. It was hot though, so everyone was encouraged to drink a lot to stay hydrated. By the end of the day everyone was pretty tired, but we had to put on our full uniforms and then go through this long initiation ceremony. This involved a number of different Native American type rituals, with several different bonfires going throughout the woods, and we all would walk along in silence going from place to place. I had been through it before of course, but was going along with this other kid that I had invited to join. After a while we stopped in front of one of the fires and I noticed that he was kind of shaking a bit or I thought shivering. I wondered if he was cold or something but I couldn't really ask so I didn't think much more about it. However, a little while later it became clear that in fact he was starting to squirm and that he needed to go to the bathroom pretty badly. By that point we were well into the ceremony and he was out there and there wasn't much I could do about it. It was prety dark by that point, other than the firelight, so it wasn't too obvious, but I could tell that he was in trouble. A short while later I noticed that he stopped squirming all of a sudden and I had a feeling that he had wet his pants. The ceremony ended about 15 minutes later and I ran over and walked back with him through the woods and he admitted that he had in fact peed himself. He said that he just kept hoping that the ceremony would end soon, but that with the darkness and the silence, he didn't really know what to do. Unfortunately for him we had to go right into a celebratory dinner and were expected to stay in uniform so he didn't have any opportunity to change (or anything to change into) but the scout trousers are dark green so it was not too terribly obvious what had happened and I think he mostly got away with just a few people noticing once we went back to our cabin later on. He was obviously extremely embarrassed, especially since I had invited him to join based on his "maturity and leadership qualities," but I promised not to tell anyone so nobody back in our troop ever found out about it. I have always remembered the incident however.
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    My omorashi obsession has ruined any chance I have to have a normal sex life. I havent been able to get off to normal sex in years and Ive been single for years as a result.
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