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A little over a year ago, I posted a story about a young woman on a very desperate business trip. In the time that followed, I decided to write a sequel to that story, inspired and encouraged in large part by fellow user @Apan, who planted the seed for the idea and helped me get it started. In any case, I'm happy to announce it's finally complete.
As usual, I'll be posting it in parts due to its length, starting with the first bit here. The remaining parts will be posted in the coming days, so stay tuned!
Enjoy!
 
Abby: Boardroom Despair
 
Part 1
 
Abigail Moore had woken up this morning with gusto, because today was an important day. It had been marked on her calendar for two weeks, and she’d been preparing for it just as long, spending many long hours poring over documents and crunching numbers to fully ensure she was ready for the task at hand. Today, she would be meeting with one of her company’s biggest client corporations, a well-known defense contractor in the area by the name of Rosen Industries, and in the short year that she had been employed at her firm as a financial advisor, this was by far the biggest project that she had been delegated to take on. Rosen Industries had recently announced their plan to expand their business, an undertaking which was quite significant to Abby’s firm, given their vital involvement with the finances of the operation. And Abby, working in tandem with her boss Mrs. Wilkins, was at the center of it all. It was, without a doubt, a significant milestone in her career and an incredible opportunity to showcase her talents and impress her higher-ups. Being one of the youngest employees at just 25 years of age, it was hard enough to get noticed, so she had no intention of letting this chance go to waste.
Knowing how important professionalism would be on this day, she’d dressed for the occasion quite sharply, having planned out an outfit the night before. For her top, she’d picked out a collared, red satin blouse, just slightly loose so that the ripples of the fabric fell nicely over her ample chest, the top button undone, showing off just a bit of cleavage. Down below, she’d gone with a tight gray pencil skirt which hugged the soft curves of her thighs and buttocks, stretching down to just below her knees. Underneath, her legs were wrapped in mid-brown tights, and the package was completed by her favorite pair of black high heels which decorated her feet. It was a very elegant and professional attire, perfectly suited for the importance of the day, and having admired herself in her bedroom mirror, she felt quite confident in them. She would take any amount of confidence she could get, because as excited as she was, there were plenty of nerves bubbling up within her at the prospect of the upcoming events.
Those nerves had not disappeared as she sat in her car now, a nagging reminder that she could not afford to mess up today. This day had to be perfect, and she would make sure of that. She relaxed her grip on her steering wheel as she sped down the highway, breathing deeply to calm herself down. You’re going to do great, Abby, there’s nothing to be worried about. She knew she was fully prepared, all she had to do was keep a straight head and do her job as she’d always done.
As she drove, she let the hum of the engine fill her mind as she contemplated the day’s proceedings for what must’ve been the hundredth time. Her morning had already gotten off to a different start than usual: normally, she’d make her typical thirty-minute commute to her office, but today she was to go directly to the office of Rosen Industries, where she’d meet up with the company head, Susan Patterson, along with her own boss Mrs. Wilkins and several others from both companies. This office was quite a bit further away, setting her up with a nice two-hour drive to start off the morning. Abby didn’t mind though; it gave her some nice quiet time to herself to get into the right mindset. She’d left the house at 6:45am, timing for a 9 o’clock arrival, which was the agreed upon meeting time. Not wanting to risk being late, she’d kept up a constant high speed, making good time on the road. She did, however, make one stop half-an-hour into the drive. Having spotted the all too familiar Starbucks logo on a hanging road sign, she’d been compelled to pull into the little shop, ever the coffee lover she was. She’d already had her usual cup of morning coffee at home, but she’d always pour herself another one when she arrived at work. That option wasn’t available today, so instead the answer to her caffeine craving had come in the form of a large 24-ounce cup of cold brew, which she’d proceeded to gulp down in all of fifteen minutes. The empty cup rattled in the cupholder next to her now as the car went over a bump, but Abby drove on undeterred. The coffee stop had only cost her five minutes, but she still liked to be early whenever she could. After all, this was the first time she was meeting these company representatives, and first impressions matter.
The plan was to meet briefly at the head office, before leaving again to visit the site of the company’s newest planned acquisition: a newly constructed office building located further up north. It would be here that they would meet with the real estate agents, hashing through many details and signing off on all the relevant paperwork, which was sure to be a long and involved process. Once that was done, it would be right back to the head office again for the final meeting, where all the remaining details would be discussed and confirmed. Without a doubt, this was going to be a lengthy and exhausting day, but also an extremely important one for everyone involved, so every step had to be taken perfectly. If there were any hiccups, it could delay the expansion significantly, setting their clients back in time and costing them a lot of valuable money and resources, a disaster that would rest almost entirely on Abby’s shoulders. That simply couldn’t happen. It wouldn’t, Abby would make sure of that.
The freeway on which Abby had been zooming down for almost an hour had led her out into the countryside. The Rosen office was located in a smaller suburban town, something that she actually found rather refreshing compared to the busy and chaotic locale of her own office in the inner city. She felt herself starting to relax a bit as she enjoyed the scenery of the green trees spreading out on either side of the highway, the bright yellow sunshine painting a picturesque scene of a beautiful spring morning. She wasn’t far from her destination now, having been on the road for almost an hour and a half by this point. Her GPS reminded her that her exit was coming up in twenty miles, and she made a quick mental note of the exit number.
As she surveyed the road in front of her, her eyes were caught yet again by another road sign perched up on the side of the road. This one had only a few words, written out in giant letters: “REST AREA – 15 MILES”. Perfect, this was exactly what she had been looking for. Over the past thirty minutes, she had started to feel the effects of all the liquid she’d consumed, ever so slowly winding its way down her body. It was the all too familiar and inescapable side effect of her favorite beverage, that coffee she loved so much. She was used to this by now, of course, having dealt with it practically every day over the past few years, though that didn’t make it any less of a nuisance. She knew from experience just how quickly the effect materialized, and today, all her nervous energy bubbling up in her stomach was only bound to make it even worse, so it was in her best interest to take care of the issue right here. The last thing she needed was to get caught short on a day like this.
With the speedometer on the dashboard hardly ever dropping below 70mph, it took only about ten minutes to approach the rest stop exit. Abby signaled over to the right-most lane, preparing to make a quick rest stop and take care of her personal business before making the final stretch to the office. However, as she got close to the off-ramp, she was met with an unexpected sight: several orange cones had been erected across the little road, with a giant sign hanging over it. “REST AREA CLOSED”.
“Oh, come on,” Abby muttered in annoyance. She’d passed by several rest stops earlier, but of course the one that she wanted to use just had to be closed. With a sigh, she veered back over to the middle lane, resigning to the fact that she’d simply have to wait until she got to the office. It shouldn’t be a big deal, at this rate she would arrive fifteen minutes early, giving her plenty of time to use the restroom there before they left.
She took her exit which came up shortly after she’d passed the rest area, parting ways with the freeway and merging onto a smaller local road leading almost directly to the office. It would only be another ten minutes now. Or at least, that’s what she thought, until she drove a couple miles down where she came face to face with a long line of cars sitting in standstill traffic on the one-lane road. Aghast, she stared ahead at the congregation of a construction crew, gathered in the middle of the road doing some kind of repair work. It appeared that the entire right-hand side of the road had been closed off, so both sides of traffic had to take turns going on the one remaining lane. On a busy local road like this one, the bottleneck had quite a significant effect, resulting in a line of cars stretching back almost a mile in either direction, at the very back of which sat an anxious Abby, her fingers thrumming against her steering wheel. She let out a frustrated sigh, feeling a bit of panic starting to emerge within her. She couldn’t be late, not today! She cast an annoyed glance at her phone, wondering why the GPS hadn’t put her on an alternate route to avoid this jam. Thankfully, she still had 20 minutes to spare, but given the painstakingly slow progress, she’d end up cutting it real close. So much for being early.
It took another 15 minutes of stop-and-go traffic before she finally made it past the construction zone, and once finally back on the clear road, she pressed her right foot deep into the gas pedal, her eyes glancing nervously at the clock on her car’s monitor: 8:55AM. Just as she’d suspected, this would be a close one, but she had to try and get there as soon as possible. She cursed silently as she was forced to slow down behind the car in front of her, which was driving along casually below the speed limit. Oh, get out of the way, would you?! Abby’s patience was starting to run low; but fortunately, the office was close by, and it didn’t take long to arrive.
Abby pulled into the large parking lot just as the clock hit 9:00. She was stopped at the entrance by a barrier gate, next to which stood a small building occupied by a security guard. This was a secure government building after all, and not just anybody was allowed in. The guard peered out the window as Abby came to a stop. “ID?” he demanded in a gruff voice. Abby, who had been ready for this, quickly fished out an ID card that had been sent to her about a week ago which would give her access to the site. The man grabbed the card and swiped it on his card reader, scrutinizing the details that popped up on his monitor. After a moment, he seemed satisfied and returned the card. With a nod, he punched a button, and the barrier blocking her path lifted up to allow her in. Throwing her ID back in her bag, she quickly gave her thanks to the guard before pressing the accelerator once more, zooming into the lot.
She sped down the little road probably faster than she should’ve, making her way over to the main entrance. Turning into one of the aisles, she swung her car into an empty spot before killing the engine. There was no avoiding it now, she would be a few minutes late; she’d just have to hope they wouldn’t mind too much.
Quickly gathering her handbag and her binder containing many important documents, she exited her car and hurried down the asphalt towards the building entrance, walking as fast as her high heels would allow. She had to produce her ID once more when she got there, tapping it against the card reader embedded in the wall, which flashed green with a beep and unlocked the large glass double doors with a click. Swinging it open, she stepped into the spacious lobby within.
“…oh, and here she is!” As Abby stepped into the building, she was sighted almost immediately by her boss, Mrs. Wilkins, a woman of 41 years with a set of recognizable dirty blonde hair, clad this morning in a very formal gray pantsuit with a simple black shirt underneath the matching gray blazer. Abby looked up at her voice to see her standing among a group of four people, two of whom she recognized immediately: Susan Patterson, the current head of the company, and Thomas Miller, an executive who was mainly in charge of the expansion effort, both of them around the same age as Mrs. Wilkins. The other two Abby did not recognize, a man and a woman, more on the younger side but still looking slightly older than Abby.
“Ms. Moore, welcome!” Susan extended her hand with a bright smile as Abby strode towards the group.
“Please, call me Abby,” was her reply as she grasped the outstretched hand with a smile of her own, giving it a firm shake.
“Pleasure to meet you, Abby!” This time it was Thomas who spoke, a tall, handsome man with a neatly combed set of black hair. Abby shook hands again in greeting, and twice more after that as she was introduced to the two younger employees, Richard and Sydney.
“Renee here was just telling us all about you,” Susan mentioned to Abby, indicating to Mrs. Wilkins. “She says you’ve been working very hard on this for us. I do appreciate that; we certainly can’t pull this off without you.”
“Of course, I just want everything to go smoothly today,” Abby replied, feeling good about Susan’s positive comments.
“I’m sure it will,” Thomas put in. “We’re in the final stretch now, and we’re certainly eager to get over the finish line!” He clasped his hands together. “Well, now that everyone’s here, there’s no point in dawdling. Let’s get going, shall we? We’ve got a rather long drive ahead of us, I’m afraid.”
“Absolutely, I think we’re all ready,” Mrs. Wilkins said with a nod.
“Excellent! I was thinking we could all drive up in my car?” Thomas asked. “It should be big enough for all six of us.”
“Sounds good to me,” Mrs. Wilkins said in reply. The rest of the group agreed as well, and the six of them set off back out into the parking lot. Just as they were leaving, Abby suddenly felt her bladder signaling to her, reminding her of its presence. Having been so caught up with everything else, she had completely forgotten about her need, and only now remembered that she still had to pee. She’d hoped to pay a quick visit to the restroom before they left, but as the group headed towards the door, it seemed that it was too late for that. Feeling that it would be impolitic to ask everyone to wait for her while she ran off for a comfort break, she quickly decided that it would be best to just put it off. The need was there, but certainly not bad enough that she couldn’t wait. Surely, she’d have another opportunity later to relieve herself. With that, she pushed the matter out of her mind and followed everyone as they headed out to Mr. Miller’s car.

My first thread, how exciting. Long time lurker here, and I thought I'd share the experience that finally pushed me over the edge to make an account...
To set the scene, I'm 24, currently have shoulder-length white-blonde hair, 5'4" and on the slimmer side. This particular day, I was wearing tight black yoga leggings with a cute loose-fitting blouse, and trainers (I like to be comfy when I'm driving!).
We just had Mother's Day in the UK, so I bit the bullet and decided to make the 4hr car journey from where I live to visit my mum. I've recently moved, so this was the first time I'd made this journey from the new house. 
My bladder had been acting up all day, which it does sometimes just to be annoying. I had a giant mug of tea when I woke up, then had to head out to run a few errands before leaving. I'd peed before I went out, and by the time I'd reached my first chore - a trip to the local supermarket - I already needed to go again. Without omo on my mind, I peed at the shop's toilets and headed back out to pick up some things up from the Post Office. Even though it couldn't have been more than 10 minutes since I last went, as I was standing in the queue to get my parcel, I could feel my bladder weighing heavily on me. Anyone who's had to wait in a Post Office queue knows, it takes forever, so by the time I got to the front, I was having to push my legs together. I was really uncomfortable when I got back home, and immediately ran upstairs to pee. Somehow, I was holding absolutely loads, despite already peeing so much and only having had one cup of tea. 
I tried to push it out of my mind and not psych myself out for the upcoming long journey. I went about the rest of my day, peeing as I needed to - which, as my boyfriend had kindly made me a second giant cup of tea, was more often than I was hoping for.
Just as I was about to leave, I got a traffic alert for a crash along my route, so I postponed my journey to have some leftover pizza and a tiny glass of lemonade. I made sure to pee twice before leaving, so I could be sure I was heading off on a totally empty bladder. This did not last long. 
The first half hour of the journey was fine, totally normal. It was at the 45-minute mark that I felt a pretty significant twinge from my bladder. It was a numb, heavy sort of feeling - the same kind of 'gotta go' you get when you first wake up in the morning. I thought it was psychological and turned the music up to ignore it. It's a pretty easy journey, so it was motorways all the way, so I just set my cruise control and carried on. 
The first services I passed, an hour into my journey, I was still kidding myself that it was all in my head. Shortly after that, I pressed down gently on my bladder to discover that nope, this was a very real need. Realising this cranked up the stakes for me. I zoned out a little, trying to check in with my body and gauge how full I really was, and I realised I was about to miss the services just as I passed the exit, in the third lane. I looked at the turning in my rearview mirror and pressed my legs together. It'd been 30 minutes since I'd passed the first services, and would be another 30 at least before the next one. I definitely needed to go at this point, but I wasn't in any real danger.
This accidental skipping of the services got me feeling a little bit naughty. In the 30 or so minutes between the one I missed and the next one, I'd let my mind wander and worked myself up. As I approached it, the thought passed through my mind that I could deliberately miss it. I felt my nipples harden at the thought, as I felt myself get wet -- and not from the pee that was politely asking to be released. I made the decision in a split second to miss the exit on purpose, and felt such a thrill run through me. I felt my clit pulse, which was swiftly accompanied by a noticeable throb from my bladder. I pushed my legs together tight and kept driving.
I started squirming in my seat just as I passed the sign for the next services. It was getting serious now. I could feel waves of need crash over my bladder, and I really considered stopping. I wasn't in pain, and I wasn't actively leaking, so I was sure I could make it to the next one. It'd been over 2 hours since I set off at this point, and I wasn't sure what was the dominant need - my aching bladder, or my aching clit. Overcome with horniness, I confidently breezed past the next services, and almost immediately regretted that decision. It was like my bladder knew I'd come within touching distance of a toilet, and was protesting that I'd not taken the opportunity. I could do nothing else but press on, though the weight in my abdomen was getting heavier by the minute. 
Now, remember I said I'd never driven this route before? Well, what I hadn't realised was the fact that I needed to switch motorways. No big deal, normally, except that I passed a sign that proudly proclaimed the motorway I was about to get on, had "NO SERVICES". It felt like I sobered up as I came to terms with the mistake I'd made by not stopping. I was at an 7/10, easily, and as I resigned myself to my fate, I made the change and carried on driving. 
It was at this point I had to turn the music down, as I swear to god I could feel the beats vibrating in my bladder. The road I was driving on wasn't particularly well maintained, so I drove over small bumps and craters in the road at 75mph, feeling every single dip and movement my car made. The road felt endless, and as the minutes ticked by, I squirmed into the seat, trying to get some pressure - any pressure - on my pussy. I rested my hand on my lap, and very quickly it found its way to my crotch. Pushing against my hand didn't help much, but it did serve as delicious pressure for my clit, which was begging for attention. 
The only thing I could be grateful for was that the road was quiet, so I could freely squirm, press myself into my seat, and rub my hand in my crotch without worrying that lads in a van would see me. Nothing was helping to alleviate the ever growing pressure in my bladder, though, and just as I thought it couldn't get much worse...it started to rain. Heavily. I was clearly driving into a weather front, as the road showed off massive puddles stretching across the lanes. Puddles I desperately wished I could add to. I watched helplessly as the giant drops of water streamed along my car's windows, and as people on the other side drove through puddles that splashed me as I drove. I pressed my legs together so tightly I thought I might pull a muscle. 
I had to turn the music back up, to disguise the sound of the rain, but I felt the thuds of the music throughout my entire body. The rain wasn't consistent, so it let up in places. And during one dry patch, I saw a white van pulled over at the side of the road, with a man in working clothes was freely pissing against his back tyre. I only got a glimpse of the scene, but it was enough to push me up to a 9/10. My brain had decided to imagine that feeling of relief the man was feeling, letting out a torrent of built up pee, and I lost a single drop into my black lacy panties. I forced my hand into my crotch, hard, as I clenched my muscles to hold back the flood. 
I was stuck on that road for almost an hour. When I was able to get back onto a motorway that I knew had services, I could have cried. My poor neglected pussy was throbbing for attention, but my bladder's demands had changed from a polite request to a command. I needed to pee, now. I kept going with sheer willpower until finally, finally, I was able to pull off at the exit for the first available services. Most services, you just pull off and it's right there, but of course, this one took me on a detour around a complicated roundabout I was in no state to decipher. I just drove forward when the light was green and hoped for the best. 
As soon as I saw the lit-up sign, I felt a tiny spurt escape. It was enough to make me panic, but I didn't think it was enough to show up on my leggings. I parked in such a haphazard way, and had to take a moment to collect myself once the engine was off. I couldn't take a full deep breath without it pressing down on my bladder, I couldn't sit comfortably or even fan out my legs. A wave of strong desperation pushed me into action. It had started raining again, so I manoeuvred myself into my coat, every stretch and strain threatening to release a little more from my aching bladder. I thought standing up might make it easier, but once I got out of the car, I felt the cold rain hit my skin, and it was like standing under a cold shower. I felt another leak escape as the combination of the rain and the sudden impact of gravity hit me at the same time. 
It looked busy, so I tried to look calm and collected as I strolled casually into the building. My eyes searched wildly for the toilets, which were a fair walk away. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to keep my composure, but I had to try. My bladder screamed at me as I took slow steps towards the ladies'. Halfway there, I felt a teeny tiny drop escape, and stopped dead in my tracks. I genuinely thought I was going to piss myself, in the middle of this busy service station. I'd stopped by a shop, so pretended to look at the books they had out on display for a moment as I paused to clench with all my strength. Once I felt like I had it under control, I set off at a slightly quicker pace and finally got to the toilets. 
It was a long room, with one side completely closed for cleaning. The side closest to me had all the open cubicles, except all the immediate ones were closed and locked. I spotted one, right at the end of the row, that was open, and still trying to keep that composure, I strolled over and quickly shut the door behind me. Once I was alone, I was free to dance around and grab myself as much as I needed to, and I did need to. I squirmed around on the spot as I fumbled with the elastic waistband of my leggings. The leggings are tight, and I hadn't realised how much they'd been pressing on my poor bladder, until I had to pull them down. The way the fabric moves, as they came down, the tightest part pulled over my sizeable bladder bulge. Under normal circumstances, I'd have been impressed with the size of it, but the sight of the toilet had sent me spiralling and I could feel regular droplets forcing their way out into my already soaking wet panties. The pressure of the waistband directly on my bladder was almost too much, and I got them out of the way just in time to start peeing, forcefully, into the toilet. The pressure didn't immediately subside; I still felt frantically desperate even though I was pissing harder than I ever had before. I had to bite down on my lip to stop myself moaning as all the liquid that was escaping me finally made a difference. It was only at this point that I realised I was peeing straight through my panties. I immediately cut off my stream, which felt like torture, to pull them down. I thought briefly about getting up and leaving with a half-full bladder, but as my fingers absently brushed my clit, the stream continued full force. 
I must have peed for a minute at full force, then a little longer with just dribbles. After I was finally done, I assessed the damage. My panties, obviously, were a write-off. They were completely soaked, both from pee and other wetness, so I carefully took my shoes and leggings off to tactfully remove them. I would've just thrown them away, but I really like those panties, so with limited options, I wrapped them liberally in toilet roll and temporarily put them in my coat pocket. My leggings had escaped unmarked - either that or the pee had already dispersed, they're exercise clothes after all - but I felt dampness all the way up my bum. So I pushed down hard to get any remaining pee out of me, cleaned up the worst of the wetness, then gracefully left as though nothing had ever happened. I bought myself a chocolate bar and a bottle of Fanta to congratulate myself, and stepped back out into the rain.
My legs felt wobbly and I was in ecstasy, and the rest of the drive was entirely uneventful (aside from the fabric of my leggings rubbing enticingly against my bare pussy!). I washed my panties in the sink that night so my mum wouldn't notice anything amiss, and my bladder behaved itself for the rest of the evening. Unfortunately, I left my vibrator at home, so I'll have to wait to really reward myself for this adventure 😉
As of right now, I'm still visiting, so I have another four-hour journey to make later this week...wish me luck! 
 

I am a lover of situations where different sexes have to pee together. I love the stories I read on this forum

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Victoria Henley-Brown stood on the hard shoulder on the M4, shivering on what was a particularly grey and miserable March afternoon. Her cameraman was midway through changing a tyre, allowing a stream of expletives to leave his mouth as the wind interfered once more. The beautiful brunette looked around anxiously; she was nervous, understandably as in a few hours, she was supposed to be reporting live on BBC One. 
"You know you can give me a hand if you want?" her cameraman moaned at the BBC's newly appointed royal correspondent, stood scrolling Twitter on her phone.
"Sorry hun, but I can't afford to get this coat dirty, it's Burberry," Victoria replied in an accent that had become ten times posher since her promotion. 
"Some would say this new job has gone to your head, but I think you're still the same down to earth girl you've always been," the cameraman moaned.
"Oh shut up Ben, jealousy isn't a good look for you," Victoria mocked. "How much longer is this going to take?" 
Ben felt the rage consume him, but managed to bite his tongue at the last second. 
"We should be good to go in a minute, it's not the easiest job to do by yourself," Ben grunted. 
"Good. Can we stop at the next services? I could do with a trip to the ladies," Victoria asked. Ben sighed. "What? Don't blame me, blame the large cappuccino I had at lunch." 
Ben put the wrench down, and looked at his watch. "Fine, we just about have enough time. But be quick. No washing your hands."
Victoria scrunched her face up. "You're truly vile, but I love you," she kissed him on the cheek. 
Minutes later, they were back up and running, 12 miles away from Reading services. 11 miles away from Reading services, the car started to struggle again, making a loud rumbling noise, before spluttering and conking out completely just as Ben had pulled into the hard shoulder. 
"What now," Victoria groaned. 
"Don't know, looks like the engines cut out. Of course my fucking car decides to breakdown twice on fucking train strikes day," Ben gripped the steering wheel tightly in frustration. "We should probably get out," he added, as a Ford Fiesta came perilously close to hitting the car. 
 
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It had been about an hour since the AA were called, and Victoria was starting to get stressed. She was due to be live on BBC One giving an update about the latest royal family developments at 6:05pm. It had just turned 4pm and Waze reckoned they were about an hour and a half away from Buckingham Palace, assuming the traffic didn't get any worse. On top of that, she really needed to find a toilet, a situation not being helped by the freezing wind. 
"Urghhhhh I have to pee so badly," Victoria moaned, jiggling on the spot. 
"Me too," Ben shifted uncomfortably. After weighing up his situation for a few minutes, Ben decided he couldn't wait any longer. He darted to the grassy patch next to the hard shoulder, unzipped and pulled his cock out.  
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," Ben sighed as he urinated, feeling utterly relieved as his bladder deflated. The sound of Ben pissing was almost unbearable for Victoria, who blocked her ears and crossed her legs desperately. "Sorry," he sheepishly apologised when he came back.
"It's so unfair that men can just go wherever they want, when we have to hold it until we find somewhere proper," Victoria cried. 
"No one's stopping you. I can make sure no one sees you if you want?" he offered.
Victoria grimaced. She was tempted, as her bladder continued to fill at an alarming rate. But she resisted. Everyone had seen the video of Grace Harris on Twitter, peeing herself and wanking off the Prince on a beach in Mauritius. Sure, she knew she wasn't as high profile as Grace, but she also knew there are lots of voyeuristic creeps out there, and she didn't want to risk being caught pissing by some sick pervert with a smart phone. "I'll hold it," she reluctantly concluded. 
It wasn't long before the AA turned up, and Victoria danced around frantically as they fiddled about with the car. She longed to hold herself, or better still, release her pent up urine, but she instead smiled politely, focussing all her energy on not wetting herself. Eventually, the car was fixed and the two were back on the road, one with an empty bladder, and one with a bladder bursting at the seams. 
"Thank fuck," Victoria cried, hands fully dug into her crotch now that she was out of public view. "Now let's find those services before I wee all over your car." 
Ben's smile dropped. "I'm really sorry Vic, but there's no way we have time to stop. We're only just going to make it on time as it is, and that's assuming there's no more traffic."
Victoria wanted to scream. "I don't think you understand how badly I need to go," her face whitening. "I've literally not peed since I woke up."
Ben widened his eyes in disbelief "nah that's got to be bullshit."
It wasn't. Victoria was renowned in the business for having a bladder of steel. Before her promotion, she'd be sent all over the country, often to places with no easy bathroom access. She'd hold it for hours on end, and she wouldn't even think about it until she sat on the train home. Then it became a game to see how long she could hold it for. Sometimes she'd have to resort to using the train toilets, but most of the time, she'd manage to make it all the way home, before unleashing an unholy amount of urine in the comfort of her own bathroom. However Victoria was drinking much more than usual, as she was trying to battle a sore throat. And now she was on the verge of exploding. 
 
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The next hour and a half was the longest of Victoria's life. Her bladder felt as though it was going to pop, and poison her body with urine. She'd searched desperately for some sort of container to pee into in the car, but couldn't find anything. "The one time you fucking clean this car..." she moaned at Ben. All her normal inhibitions were out the window, her hands had been jammed into her peehole for most of the ride, in the name of preventing an accident. They were finally in London, but Victoria was starting to panic. 
"I don't think I can do this," Victoria cried, her breath shortening.
"Come on, we're nearly there now," Ben tried to sooth his desperate colleague. 
"I'm absolutely bursting, this is torture," Victoria clutched her aching peehole.
"You'll be fine," Ben lied. In truth, he didn't know. He had never seen anyone this desperate for the toilet before, and he wasn't convinced that his front seat was going to be dry by the end of the journey. "You can present your piece, then we can find you a toilet." 
"I can't believe this is happening. I can barely think about anything else, how the fuck am I supposed to present live TV?" Victoria cried. Her bladder was swollen, and not at all well hidden by her white jumper. The top button was undone on her blue suit trousers, exposing her lacy white panties to Ben. Not that she had another choice though; she was convinced that she'd have already pissed herself if her top button was still digging into her dangerously full organ. It was now 6pm, and within minutes, she'd be reporting live to the country about the dramatic developments in the royal family. She just hoped her bladder could hang on. 
The speed bumps on the road up to the palace were hell for Victoria. With every jolt, it felt like 1000 knives were digging into her bladder, and at this point, she had no choice but to hold herself by slipping her hands through the waistband of her panties. One particularly violent speed bump was too much for Victoria, and a hot spurt of pee leaked onto her fingers. Clenching everything, she managed to stem the tide but she knew she didn't have long left. She was in physical pain at this point, to the point she was genuinely worried about whether it was medically safe to hold it this long. The car pulled up to Buckingham Palace, the lighting and microphones already in place. She felt the nerves again, and as she reluctantly took her hands out of her panties, her peehole almost gave up. Using all her might, she held on, but the next challenge was seconds away. As she stood up, she felt the entire weight of her bladder for the first time. The game was almost over, and a long streak of piss running down her legs reminded her how close to exploding she was. Doubling over in pain, she wasn't sure if she'd manage.
"Are you okay?" one of the lighting men asked. 
Victoria could barely walk, let alone speak. 
"She's just a bit desperate for the loo," Ben answered on her behalf.
"A bit?" Victoria growled. She waddled to her position, risking a flood with every step. Once in position, she couldn't stand still. She hopped on the spot, squirmed dramatically, contorted her body in whatever way possible to hold her pee.
"You're on in 30 seconds," Ben whispered. Victoria nodded and tried her best to compose herself. But when she stood still, the pressure built intolerable levels. A member of crew attached an ear piece to her, the task made more difficult by her inability to stand still "Vic! Trousers!" 
Victoria looked down, her trousers were still unbuttoned at the top, revealing her panties to the whole crew. If that was the most embarrassing part of the next five minutes, then she'll have done well. 
"We're joined by our new royal correspondent Victoria Henley-Brown, live from Buckingham Palace. So Victoria, a dramatic few days for the royal family, firstly with various videos surfacing on the internet of Grace Harris in a compromising position, and with this morning's announcement that her and the Prince are going to split. What do you make of it all?" the main anchor asked.
Victoria froze, it had been a while since she'd had to think about anything beside her desperate need for relief. "Well, erm, it's obviously a shock. But I think, erm, whilst the TikTok posted by Mel Lancashire was embarrassing for the royal family, the pictures taken of the Prince and Grace involved in, erm, intimate activity on the beach have been utterly humiliating for everyone involved. And I understand it must have been a difficult decision for the couple, but I think their relationship was untenable." Victoria barely stopped for breath, and could not stop shaking. 
"A lot of people are speculating that the Prince would have been forced into making this decision, what have you been able to find out?" 
"Well," another wave of intense desperation hit her, and she had to cross her legs to prevent an accident. "The palace themselves have yet to mention the split, and I understand that..." Victoria's bladder had had enough. Her heart rate spiked as she felt a warmth spread across her crotch. The relief was indescribable as the contents of her very, very full bladder emptied. Her face reddened as she tried to continue her report whilst wetting herself. "Ermmmm, Grace and the Prince cut short their time in Mauritius to deal with this incident..." She prayed that the camera wasn't showing her bottom half, but she was pretty sure everyone would have been able to hear the sound of her urine crashing against the ground below. The crew looked on in shock, as Victoria bravely tried to continue with her report. "Erm, and I believe a meeting was held with the Royal Family's Head of Communications earlier today." The relief was so incredible, it took so much effort for Victoria not to moan as ten hours worth of piss flowed out of her. The urine filled up her shoes, whilst a puddle grew rapidly underneath her. This felt like the longest pee Victoria had ever done, and it showed no signs of stopping. 
"Sorry, Victoria, we're having some issues with the sound quality, could you repeat that?" the anchor asked. 
"Ahhhhhh," a moan slipped out. "Ermmmm, yes, the Prince and Grace held a meeting this morning with..." 
"I'm sorry, we're going to have to cut you off there, we're getting some sound interference, apologies to the viewers back home who wanted an update on the news that Prince Thomas has split up with his partner Grace Harris." And with that, she was off air. 
"Oh fuckkkkkk," Victoria allowed herself to enjoy her relief as urine continued to cascade out of her body. Her trousers were absolutely drenched, and she was pretty sure she'd pissed all over her new Burberry coat. The crew looked away to afford Victoria a bit of privacy, but in truth, they'd seen it all already anyway. Eventually, the stream died down, and the post piss ecstasy died down. Now she stood there, covered in her own wee, humiliated and probably already a laughing stock on the internet. She wanted to ground to swallow her up. Tears welled in her eyes. 
"Hey hey, come on," Ben hugged the distraught presenter. "Let's get you home." 
"I can't believe that just happened," Victoria cried. 
"Never mind that. At least you've got a funny story to tell," Ben laughed. 
"That story is going with me to the grave," Victoria couldn't yet see the funny side. 
"Well I'll tell everyone then," Ben smirked, prompting a playful punch from Victoria. 
"You owe me a takeaway then, since you didn't let me stop at the services," Victoria allowed herself a little smile. 
"Oh go on then," Ben laughed, as they arrived at the car. "Now let's see if we can find a towel.' 

another short crotch grab
 

That’s really well written, so you can definitely start to consider yourself a capable writer! I can’t wait to read more of your work, and would love to see you detail more if your desperation fantasies or experiences! This is a great first story!

Thank you both for the welcome! I certainly look forward to sharing a few of the things I've been lucky enough to experience with you - the hardest part is figuring out where to start! 😅

This is years ago now, but I thought it would be good to share. It's mostly about me (female), but with a little male too.
At the time of this story we were both 22. I had a crush on Michael, my then-friend now-partner, but hadn't told him so were just good mates. He asked me if I wanted to come with him to see family in Wales. He didn't want to go alone for such a long trip, and offered to pay my ticket. I'd never been to Wales so I jumped at the chance.
We were coming from Kent, so basically crossing the entire country via coach. I get travel sick so I barely ate and only drank water before we left. I took nausea meds as well, which worked so well that within an hour I felt fine- just thirsty! So, over the next half an hour had a 1 litre bottle of drink that I'd packed with me, not thinking ahead about how long we would be on the coach.
It wasn't long after when I realised I needed a wee. The coach did have a toilet, but I was shy. Very, very, VERY shy. This was a couple of years or so after I'd had to wee in a bucket in Michael's car, so I was even more embarrassed about ever admitting need in front of him in case he brought it back up again. I was in the window seat, so I'd also have to climb past him to get out to the toilet.
So, in my infinite wisdom, I said nothing and just decided I'd wait until whenever it was we stopped. Michael made small talk, and as time went on I found it harder and harder to concentrate on replying.
"Are you feeling sick?" He eventually asked me.
"Yes," I said, because I now was. But, only because I was beginning to get very anxious about how badly I needed a wee.
Michael gave me a bottle of water! Trying to be helpful, but I wanted to cry. "Small sips," he said. "It'll help."
I took very, VERY small sips. My bladder wasn't going to let anymore liquid inside of it and we still had hours to go.
There came a point where I realised that if I stood up, I might accidentally wet myself. So the more desperate I got, the more I couldn't bring myself to stand up. I couldn't hold myself, or move, or do anything that indicated that I needed to go because that was too embarrassing to consider. I was convinced if I stood up I was going to lose it, so there was no choice but to stay seated. It had happened to me before at school once, where I had spent all lesson holding myself and leaked the second I let go of myself and stood up.
Eventually, Michael drifted his attention away because I just wasn't talking anymore. He went through his bag and pulled out a couple of magazines, offering me one. I took it and said thanks. I couldn't to this day tell you what magazine it was, because I wasn't reading it when I opened it. I positioned it in a way that I could finally grab myself, holding on for dear life and trying not to squirm in my seat.
I was used to holding. I grew up rarely ever going at school, and I only wet myself twice. I got away with it both times, too. I held on for hours regularly, and just told myself this was another of those times. At work I would hold it until lunch, then hurry home to go at the end of the day. Standing up was where it would get dangerous. I was wearing light blue jeans, so there would be no hiding any accident.
I was so wrapped up in my desperation that I almost forgot Michael was even there. I was just in this zen kind of mode, holding on while my bladder throbbed. He eventually put his magazine back in his bag and glanced over his shoulder a couple of times, then turned back to me.
My blood ran cold and I shifted my position and put my magazine down as well. I thought he'd noticed I was holding myself and was going to tell me I should go to the toilet. Instead, he gave me a half-smile and looked a little shy himself.
"I really don't want to walk past everyone to go up to the loo," he said. I almost, ALMOST, managed to agree with him, but instead I just nodded. It felt like even speaking was going to open the floodgates.
Despite how I was feeling, he'd thrown me a bone without even realising. I had many fantasies about Michael, including some of a situation just like this one. I got to watch as he subtly tried to get comfortable, getting a little sheepish when he realised I was looking at him, but still not managing to stay still.
He turned half in his chair towards the back of the coach, seeing if anyone was up there. Enraptured despite my own predicament, I hoped I didn't look as aroused as I was beginning to feel. He kept looking over his shoulder, but eventually stopped and picked up his magazine again.
At this point, I had decided I had to go. I imagined myself taking the steps of standing up, going down the aisle, and going into the coach toilet. Other people had done exactly that all throughout the journey. But with Michael next to me, I couldn't bring myself to. I was also terrified that I'd burst the second I stood up, flooding my jeans.
I was so desperate I had to try not to cry. The whole thing had become ridiculous, but I was now trapped in a position where standing up could be my undoing. Having to walk down the aisle in visibly wet clothes, all in front of strangers and Michael, would be the stuff of nightmares.
"Are you feeling that sick?" Michael asked, putting a hand on my arm. He'd noticed I was beginning to get upset. "Do you need to go down to the toilet?"
He'd given me the perfect out, and had it been an hour or two earlier I'd have said yes and gone. But now, I was holding myself for dear life and couldn't take my hand away without fear of soaking myself. I shook my head instead.
At this point, I'd given up hope the coach was going to stop at a service station. But it surprised me, pulling off the motorway and heading into a large service station car park.
I waited for the coach to stop moving before finally, slowly, making a show about putting the magazine in my bag. I wanted most of the people, if not all, off the coach before I dared to stand up.
"Auds," Michael said, and I noticed he was stepping from foot to foot, crossing and uncrossing his legs as people filed off the coach in the aisle beside him. "Please hurry up, I'm dying for the loo here."
I really wanted to be able to enjoy that, but I couldn't right then. I steeled myself, clenching with all my might, standing up very, very slowly. By some kind of miracle I stayed completely dry. My bladder was furious though, pounding at me for the movement.
We got off the coach, where Michael made a beeline for the large service station building. The toilets were inside on the left. We didn't say a word to each other- we just went for them. He went into the mens, and I went into the ladies.
It was crowded. I looked around for an empty cubicle but there wasn't any. All around me I could hear water flowing from taps and people flushing toilets. I walked around, looking for opening doors, not caring if there was any kind of queue system. It felt like hours, but finally a door near me unlocked. Two other people nearby stepped towards it as well but I shot inside, closing it and throwing my bag down.
I struggled getting my jeans down because I was moving so much and had my hand holding myself, but I finally managed it. I had got to the toilet completely dry somehow, unable to stop myself moaning in relief as I finally got to wee. It took nearly a minute for the pressure in my bladder to subside and for it to even stop aching, and went on and on after that. Up until that point I was still so unbelievably desperate that my bladder was hurting, even though I was weeing at the time and emptying it. It seemed to go on forever.
When I had finally emptied my poor aching bladder, I washed my hands and went back out where Michael was already waiting for me.
"You look less pale now we're not moving," he joked. "Want to get some food and a coffee?"
I got the food, but not the coffee. I wasn't taking any risks for the last of the journey!

This is me too, the desperation (bladder ache and self-control) is what I find arousing. Wetting does nothing for me, other than give me a mess that I have to clean up.

This is an incredible intro. Welcome to the site, you are more than going to fit in here. I am 42 and have also been interested in female desperation for my entire life, there is nothing that turns me on more (Although I do remember a very early encounter which almost certainly sparked my interest)! I, for one, would love to read more about all of your experiences, in as much detail as you are willing to share, and as soon as you feel comfortable to chat, please do let me know, because we are definitely wired in a very similar way. Welcome again, I hope you are loving it here!

Single female, 40’s. At least once a day. Usually morning and night due to life! If I get time then I am at it 6-8 times a day. That’s not very often though so when I can, I indulge!

I love all your ideas, but as of now I only render 3d models mostly from Disney movies. Unfortunately I can't do 2D characters. Any good scenarios you all recommend?
 

Mary pulled her white shirt down over her bra. Her breasts had almost doubled now that she was 5 months along with her 3rd child, this time with her new man. She was hoping to get today over with. She knew from her previous pregnancies, that she hadn’t had to hold her pee all morning, that was a myth, at least for her doctor. She did, however, need to make sure she had a full bladder at her ultrasound appointment, and by now, she certainly was. She had on a pair of stretchy jeans her sister had bought her for pregnant girls. Underneath, she had on a regular pair of red cotton panties. She poured her coffee and left.
“I’ll just drink slowly” Merideth told herself.  She had to pee, but she had to have her coffee more. She got into her car and began the ten minute trip across town to her doctor for her ultrasound appointment. 
 
“Shit” Mary said as she stop at yet another red light and took a sip of her coffee 
“Okay, I’m awake. I need to really watch how much of this I drink. I already need to piss like crazy” Mary said out loud to herself. 
 
Mary continued on her short trip. Her need, it felt, getting worse and worse by the minute. About a block from her doctor, she hit another red light. 
 
“Ugh of all the times to hit every red light!” She exclaimed. As she had one hand on the wheel and the other in her crotch, feverishly tapping her foot. 
 
Finally the light turned green and Mary stepped on the gas, pulling in to the parking lot moments later. Mary took a deep breath and collected herself as not to leak as she got out of the car, her need was that bad. She had timed it up to get there right at 10:15 when her appointment started, she hoped it wouldn’t take too long and she could finally empty her bladder. Mary hurried inside to the check in desk 
“Hi I’m here for an ultrasound with Doctor Janet. My appointment is right now” Mary told the receptionist, trying to hint to her to hurry it along. 
“Ah yes. Hello Mary! Doctor Janet is in with a patient right now who had a bit of an emergency” the receptionist told her. All Mary could think of was “ive got an emergency too!” As she shuffled her legs behind the desk. “Please fill out these forms before the doctor sees you”. 
 
“About how long is Doctor Janet going to be?” Mary questioned. 
 
“As long as you have your paperwork filled out, she should be with you in 15 minutes”
 
“15 minutes??” Mary asked with a worried tone. 
 
“Give or take” the receptionist replied. “Can I help who’s next?”
 
The look of panic on Mary’s was unmistakable. She knew from her previous pregnancies that these things cannot be rushed. She remembered her second pregnancy when she wet herself in the car on the way to the appointment. She had planned better this time... or so she thought. As she sat down to begin filling out the paperwork, the pressure on her bladder intensified. Mary could hardly focus, misspelling simple things like her place of employment. All she could think about was her need to pee which had gotten worse and worse and worse. She was really regretting that coffee. 
 
As she watched the clock tick by, the minutes felt like hours. She remembered her friend Caty telling her how, after an embarrassing accident during her first ultrasound appointment, she had began wearing thin pull ups to the doctor to protect against leaks or floods. Mary wished she’d had followed that advice as she gripped her pussy. Things were getting really bad now. Mary crosses and uncrossed her legs, she couldn’t sit still. She knew, again from previous experience, that with the added weight on her bladder, there would be no leaks. Once it came there was going to be now stopping. Ten minutes had gone by, Mary got up and began pacing around the room, hoping that it would help her excruciating need, but it didn’t. She sat back down and looked at the clock, it had been 15 minutes and still no sign of her doctor. Mary sat, squirmed In a panic and near tears. She was beginning to sweat from her need to go being so bad. 20 minutes, still no doctor. Her bladder was on the brink and she needed to make a decision. Suddenly, She felt a leak. It was slow and weak but Mary was not going to risk it. She shot up, still leaking, and waddled to the reception desk. 
 
“Excuse me, where is the bathroom? I’m sorry but I can’t hold it this is an emergency” Mary begged  
 
“You realize ma’am, that if you urinate you will have to reschedule?” The receptionist asked. 
 
Mary has no time for questions. “Yes! I can’t fucking hold it why do you think I’m asking! I’m gonna pee anyways so it will either be on the floor or in the toilet like I can’t wait any longer so please where is the bathroom!” Mary asked, now unashamedly holding her piss in with two hands. 
 
“Through this door. Go right, walk down then go left it will be the last door on the right” 
 
Mary took off through the door, going as fast as she could, leaking with every step. She felt her undies getting wetter and wetter as she got closer. Finally, as Mary turned the corner, disaster struck. Her poor pregnant bladder could hold on no longer. Mary froze in her tracks as the floodgates opened. Her pent up puss poured in a torrent into her panties forming an unmistakable wet spot on her crotch and ass as it ran down the front, back, and inside of her legs, changing the color of her jeans and soaking into her shoes and socks and forming a large puddle beneath her feet. Finally, her bladder was empty and her pants were soaked thoroughly. Just as her stream slowed to a trickle, then to a dribble and stopped, a handsome male nurse rounded the corner. Mary flushed with embarrassment 
 
“Ma’am are you alright?” The nurse asked. 
 
“I’m sorry” Mary said fighting back tears. “I had to be full for the doctor and I couldn’t help it. I almost made it but I just couldn’t hang on” Mary informed him. 
 
“Well why don’t you come with me, we will help you get cleaned up” he held Mary by the hand and led her into a back room where there was a bathroom with more privacy. The nurse grabbed a towel from the upper shelf and gave it to Mary as another nurse, a female this time, entered. 
 
“Is everything ok dear?” The older woman asked Mary. 
 
“Yeah. I just have to get cleaned up and call my fiancé for new pants” she said, half giggling at her own predicament. 
 
“No need for that sweetie. This isn’t the first time something unfortunate like this has happened here” 
 
The nurse handed Mary a pair of red sweatpants. 
 
“This our yours. We keep them here for just this reason”  
 
Mary went into the bathroom and took of her drenched pants and underwear. Grabbing a paper towel, she wiped the last few remain pee droplets off of her feet, leg, pussy and butt. Her smooth skin glistened in the light from the wetness of the piss. She put her soiled pants into a shopping bag they had given her and put on the red sweet pants that looked like they came straight from the goodwill. As Mary looked in the mirror, she couldn’t help but slightly giggle at her own humiliating predicament. 
 
“I just peed my fucking pants” she giggled. “Again. In front of a cute guy, And now I look homeless” but it was better than being wet. 
 
She made her way to the reception desk, a bag full of pee soaked jeans. “I’m gonna need to reschedule

Well this is incredible! Poop is not my thing, but desperation absolutely is, and this is perfectly written! Bravo!

Leanne was gasping for air in the heated tin can on wheels called bus in this country; her black blouse was discreetly absorbing her sweat, she wiped her forehead with a kleenex. Her underwear, she felt, was getting damp, too – Leanne blocked the thought telling her it might not be sweat. Despite the hot weather, nothing seemed dry to the young woman in that cursed bus. She winced once more and grimaced involuntarily, as a warm rivulet of salty water rolled down her spine.
Her poor bladder felt like a watermelon, whose weight has increased to the point it felt like she ate a real watermelon. Leanne felt horrified with the perspective of letting it burst. Her heart was pounding, her knees felt weak, she wanted to use the bathroom an hour ago and now it was an absolute necessity. Gosh, public transportation is a nightmare. The sweaty catatonic bodies around, the dirty floor, almost a complete absence of air – how can a human breathe in the middle of this prison cell on wheels?..
She didn’t want to go that urgently when she got on the bus an hour ago. Leanne deplored her decision not to go to the ladies room at work… Besides, what was wrong with her bladder today?
“Can’t be… No… That stupid cow, always yammering about her headache, stomachache and whatnot, like anybody cares…”
Leanne remembered how she was sitting at a table having lunch with her colleagues at the cafeteria. She remembered having her pills (not COVID, of course, just a regular cold) at her elbow. At her other elbow, though, there was the silly fat cow and her medicine that she probably didn’t even need. All those fucking pills are white, how are you supposed to tell them apart?!
“Fuck”, - she thought, - “I must’ve swallowed them... God knows what crap was there…”
Her face flushed with heat from anger and desperation. This must be why she’s so close to peeing herself now. Stupid fucking cow.
Tears have moistened her light-green eyes. For the first time in her life she could feel the natural boundaries of her bladder, which has been for a considerable time a swollen aching watermelon, rubbing against her jeans.
A wave of pain made her wince again. Leanne didn’t know what to do with herself!
Maybe the cow girl has done it out of envy. An ugly fat cow like that could do that… Leanne’s beautiful curly hair and willowy figure made a lot of girls at work jealous, but to think that one of them could do that on purpose… A bump hit the road and the girl’s poor bladder. The bus finally left the bridge, only two stops now… It doesn’t matter who put her in this situation, the only thing that mattered was not humiliating herself, she decided, not letting her organism do its job. She licked her dry lips nervously, her breathing irregular and short. In spite of her numbing sphincter, Leanne managed to remain in control.
“Fuck… this is too much…”
Waves and waves were attacking her poor muscles mercilessly. Her back was wet from constant sweating, as were her panties which already felt like she peed a little.
“No, – she thought, – I cannot allow it, not now, just a little more, I must wait”.
She didn’t lose hope and forced herself to hold it for two more stops. It cost her enormous efforts, and she didn’t know for how long she could resist… Suddenly, as the bus pulled away from the stop, some idiot rushed by and forced the bus-driver to hit the brakes. Leanne and other passengers were thrown forwards - she managed to quickly grab the railing and  kept her balance, but it was too much - she helplessly let out a hot spurt in her underwear.
That was not sweat anymore, Leanne was painfully aware of it. The young woman’s face went pale with horror, she stood there, expecting the worst, but her tired muscles didn’t give up completely and kept her jeans dry. She froze. Only in a moment or two did she notice that the catastrophe was avoided. Her legs were still shaking, though. She swallowed. Nobody saw what happened, but she couldn’t hide from the truth: at the age of 23, Leanne’s just wet her panties. The world around her lost its shape and started trembling together with the young woman herself, who could barely control her natural urge. She did not have a tight grip on her sphincter any more, that’s for sure. Still, facing such pain, she hasn’t drenched her pants yet: it must have been a minor miracle!
Leanne noticed that the traffic had cleared out and the bus continued to move at its normal speed or even faster, but now the young woman had to stand inside this gas chamber in her stained underwear, which was uncomfortably clinging to her lady parts. She bent forward and simultaneously lost control again - the next spurt was much worse.
A couple of school-children with disgusting smiles noticed Leanne’s precarious state and said something in the language she didn’t want to understand. Through the fog of her panicky mind, their eyes looked evil and dumb, like they were watching a funny porn video where she was the main actress.
She turned her face away from them, grimacing from discomfort, and realized they were giggling at a disgruntled old man with a huge hole on the back of his pants right where his bony ass was. He was talking to a pretty young blond, telling her she could fart all she wanted and blame him, he was drunk after all...  That kept passengers entertained, but Leanne couldn't laugh: even if she did, she would definitely end up losing control and peeing herself on the bus. Still, she was grateful to him, never mind the awful smell he was spreading inside the bus.
Nobody seemed to care about Leanne, but it was irrelevant to her organism. Leanne felt her heart pounding in her throat; she thought she would faint, if she were to spend another minute in this smelly sauna. She just wanted to hold out until she could find a bathroom – is it too much to ask from her own body?! She felt another hot jet watering her left thigh. Her jeans, her favorite jeans…
For a moment or two, Leanne thought her pee was tapping against the floor to her utter embarrassment, but then noticed it was raining outside. She finally remembered she needed to get off on the next stop, and she must endure until then, or there will be a huge accident, not just a fart she could blame the old drunk for.
She clenched her legs so tightly it hurt. She also knew it would hurt even if she didn’t clench them. Ultimately, her lower abdomen ached in a way she could never imagine – all because she’d neglected her cursed need to use the restroom two hours ago, and sat at the table with the fat sheep-faced idiot who had stolen Leanne’s pills and made her swallow some poisonous crap!..
Sweaty as if from a real sauna and red to the roots of her long brown hair, the young woman prayed for the bus to go faster - and her stop did approach fast. Before the door opened up, Leanne let out a desperate gasp, as she pissed all over her left thigh again. Despite her unbelievable effort, she let out one more stream for a second or two and almost started to cry. Then  the doors finally opened…
Reaching home in such a state was not an option any more, she said to herself. The pressure from her bladder was terrible to say the least. Leanne kept going down the street, getting close to her apartment block, when an unmatched wave of discomfort attacked her sphincter. Her already wet crotch was now flooded. She automatically slowed down and – facing the inevitable – relaxed her muscles. In a moment, a river of urine was jetting down the young woman’s legs. Panicking, she turned around to see if there were people watching her, but the rain seemed to have scared everybody away. She couldn’t stop either way and didn’t think of anything better to do, other than planting herself in front of the rusty old notice board, pretending she was interested in finding a lost dog or a set of keys...She couldn’t read anything, though: everything became blurry, as if in a bad dream that would not stop. There was no way she could stop having an accident now. Her exhausted body was thankful.
Rain was getting fiercer, but she could still see her pee pooling between her feet, her crotch looked like a hole in a submarine – leaking more and more under severe pressure. Her rear also felt warm and damp.  She realized she would be unable to stop, even if she wanted to, and allowed herself to go freely - her face looked so relaxed and blissful, you might’ve thought she was pranking somebody with this.
Leanne stood there, slightly bent forward, as if she wanted to sit down but didn’t know where and how. Rain was wetting her hair and shoulders, her upper body quickly got soaked. Down between her legs, the wet patch kept spreading all over her jeans; torrents of pee were hitting the ground. She’s been waiting for ages.
In a minute, Leanne finally finished spilling the contents of her bladder on the pavement. She was sobbing, as the rain turned into a downpour, completely drenching her blouse and all the dry patches on her jeans. The rain wasn’t cold anymore, Leanne felt comforted – no, soothed by it. Having realized that the worst shame of her life had probably gone unnoticed, she kept crying – not from embarrassment but from joy…
In a couple of minutes, Leanne stepped into in a regular shower, although she’s already taken one. In a while, her wearied body became comfortably limp. The young woman sat down, closed her eyes and imagined she was under the warm rain again. For the first time that day she laughed like a happy idiot.

Valerie barely understood how her bladder could be so full. She couldn’t remember the time when her bladder was distended to the point where her whole organism would howl for relief. Val shivered at the realization that relief might come in the form of her wetting herself in the elevator. Val’s heart began to thump so hard it almost broke through the envelope she was holding against her chest.
The poor young woman tried to remain calm, but her eyes were strained and worried. The discomfort of her tight jeans against her bloated bladder, the awful burning feeling in her tired sphincter – everything circled around the most terrible sensation of wanting to use the bathroom. The very thought that she might not be able to hold it frightened Valerie almost enough for her to start peeing herself right there and then.
Gritting her teeth, Valerie fought off the next wave heroically. She adjusted her long chestnut hair and straightened up, trying to behave casually. She couldn't possibly allow herself to have an accident in front of the two people standing in front of her. Luckily, the conversation between them was vivid enough and Valerie's problems have gone unnoticed so far.
-    Great, there is enough power for me to see your face, otherwise I wouldn’t notice it was you. And we would not see each other for another 10 years, - said an old man and laughed heartily.
-    Yes, enough power to light up your mug, too, but not enough to get this thing moving. I’m afraid I’m stuck here with you, old fart, - said a short elderly woman with a joyful booming voice, that was a bit too much for the small metal tin can.
Valerie was sweating profusely.  She felt her grey tank top absorb sweat, a drop of it fell from her forehead on her unbuttoned white shirt. Her legs encased in black jeans also felt wetter than usual. Her bladder was terrorizing her more and more. She felt a sting, then another, then another with shorter and shorter intervals between jolts of pain. She was about to piss herself, and began to shiver from the thought. Val could almost feel the metal walls pushing on her, as her lower abdomen started to pulsate nervously and she had to fight the urge again... Dizzy and out of breath, Valerie bit her lip in desperation and kept clenching her muscles defiantly. She forced those panicky thoughts out of her head, bending forward slightly hoping that the slight moistness of her underwear was only sweat. She was not about to give up despite of all pain. She had to stay strong.
In the beginning of this misadventure, Val’s bladder was too full for her to ignore the fullness, but after several hours inside the elevator, it felt like her bladder was swollen, like it would burst at the seams, despite her forcing her exhausted pee-hole to work overtime. And all that because she had postponed relieving herself, sitting in the office, before grabbing documents from the courier on the ground floor. She remembered having walked past the restroom before taking the elevator down as she'd promised herself to go there right after she came back. That was before she got stuck in the elevator on her way up, before the torture has started…
-    Are you OK, honey? - suddenly asked the old man, yanking Valerie out of her thoughts.
A sharp spasm overtook her body, as she trembled, unable to hide panic on her face any more. She gasped for air, almost losing herself to panic. She was barely able to feel the muscles between her legs and was terrified that she could be having an accident right then. Val looked down at her pants and saw that she’d won this battle, but a few more battles like this and the next one would be a catastrophe.
-    Oh, no, no... I mean, yes, I just feel a bit dizzy, - she mumbled in response, straining her face muscles attempting to smile politely.
Her legs betrayed her and started shaking, her eyes turned into saucers, as Valerie stared at the old woman, wanting to cry for help.
-    Yep, we’re all starting to get dizzy, - said the old man, - wiping sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief.
“Yes, but your bladder is not about to explode in your pants”, - Valerie wanted to say, but the next wave of pain attacking her pee hole made her bite her tongue. Valerie didn’t have enough energy to pretend she was okay. She just stared emptily at the wall, crossing her legs, shaking, praying that the elevator would start moving soon.
-    I’m getting dizzy at how much of an old fool you are, Albert, can’t you see that the poor girl needs help… Honey, are you okay? What’s wrong? - the old woman said, putting her warm arm on Valerie’s shoulder.
-    I… I need to pee. I just need to pee really badly, - she said softly her voice trailing off into a teary abyss.
-    Oh, I see. Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m sure this nightmare is about to end… There must be limits even to their incompetence…
Valerie nodded dejectedly. Despite the pulsating agony her bladder was putting her through, Valerie felt better, or maybe the woman’s voice was too convincing. Suddenly, the elevator moved, and Valerie breathed out loudly, clenching her exhausted muscles, twisting herself in knots, but not losing hope.
-    See, what did I tell you? - said the woman.
The pressure inside Valerie’s agonizing bladder felt insurmountable, the pain became so acute that Val’s pee hole relented and let out and a sharp spurt of urine into her underwear. After two seconds she stopped peeing her panties, but her poor bladder still throbbed terribly making Val shake with all her body, and squint from the pain. At the age of 25 she’s just wet her underwear and her whole organism wanted her to continue. The grimace of panic appeared on her face, she felt like she was losing control over her body, and it could turn into a catastrophe in a heartbeat.
The two people had to get off two floors below Val’s office and she was happy they didn’t have to see her running to the bathroom, but still aghast with the perspective of tensing her poor muscles for two more floors. As the elevator door closed behind them, Valery started to cry. She couldn't hold it and peed out a steady five-second stream into her panties and only then managed to regain control. Her underwear was disgustingly wet now, and a small wet patch shone on her jeans. Val’s face became red at the realization that she cannot quite prevent herself from wetting herself anymore. Tears watered her eyes - she was on the verge of a wetting accident, standing there, desperately trying to hold the rest of it in. Her muscles barely even ached, they were steadily going numb…
“No, no, no!” – she shouted at the metal walls.
She couldn’t allow herself to piss her jeans in front of her future employers. She hit the 8 floor button immediately when she realized that she cannot show up like that in front of people she knew - with teary eyes and a wet patch on her jeans. She wasn’t sure she could prevent teh catastrophe.
The elevator dinged quietly, and she dashed out onto the floor right below her office where she had no business being. She ran straight down the corridor to the left having no idea where she was going, but the pain in her bladder was overwhelming and gave the girl no choice. As Val was running, she was kicking her bladder like a soccer ball, and it was just as taught, too. She ran to a waiting area in front of sombody's office - with a large sofa, an empty reception desk and a huge aquarium by the far wall. In the center of the space there lied an old cozy-looking ornamental carpet. Valery stopped in the middle of it. her heart skipped a beat when she heard voices behind her back. 
-    No, no, please, God, I can’t, I can’t pee now, - Valery mumbled realizing she had minutes if not seconds, before her tortured womanhood would drown in urine.
She had no choice, she understood. She could run anywhere from here, certainly not inside the office that was closed most likely... Valerie noticed there was space behind the aquarium and dashed towards it, dripping slightly over the carpet. She had no idea the how much space there was really, but had to take the chance. The slightly drunk joyful voices were growing stronger, and Valerie managed to squeeze herself between the wall and the aquarium in time and ducked, moaning from pain in her poor bladder, now forced to listen to the bubbling water.
She was standing on her knees to stay hidden and was about to burst. The poor young woman kept fighting the urge somehow, although her engorged muscles were about to give up on her. She moaned softly at another huge stream watering her thigh, dripping on the floor. She knew there was no hope of reaching bathroom in time. She would be fine at this point with just pissing her pants, but the voices were so close, Valerie understood that the people were standing on the carpet and might hear her...
-    Oh, look, looks like a DHL package… Somebody dropped it…
-    Yep, these couriers getting sloppier by day, I’m telling you.
Men and women on the other side of aquarium laughed and continued talking. Valerie realized there was no way out and slowely breatehd out, allowing her body to wet her jeans completely. Valerie was gasping for air, trying to to faint, her heart was thumping so loudly, the fish in the aquarium could hear it. Valery closed her mouth with her hand not to let any sound out. She relaxed her muscles and was shocked instantly by the amount of pee flooding her pants. For ten long seconds the urine was flooding her tight jeans, she could feel wetness spreading all over her butt and her right thigh, slowly seeping towards the tiled floor. There was now a small yellow puddle beneath Valerie’s right knee, and her pants were saturated. Val's panties were no obstacle to that amount of liquid, too, but the stream stopped. The people were still standing there talking.
Red with embarrassment, she managed to prevent herself from wailing, as her pained pee-hole opened uo again. She was sitting quite low, her butt was touching her heels, and she could feel her white socks starting to get wet. Her jeans darkened as she urinated a couple of seconds all over her glistening crotch. With shaky hands, she carefully unzipped her jeans and saw how awfully drenched her grey panties were. Barely managing to hold off her tears, she remembered about kleenex in her pocket - not that it would help so much - and a few seconds later placed it over the erupting fountain of yellow piss. The hissing was terribly loud, she thought, but people didn’t seem to notice because of the noise the aquarium was making. Her valve broke, her urine was rapidly flooding her jeans and the floor. She saw a dumb-looking fish starting at her and sighed louder than she wanted, maybe too loudly.
Holding her mouth with her hand tightly again, Valerie was fdrenching her jeans and the tiled floor like there was no tomorrow. Her jeans quickly became sopping wet, she watched helplessly as her pee flowed onto the floor, licking her thighs. Jittering, she was wetting herself uncontrollably as her body went limp. Hot urine was jetting out of her urethra, Val was emptying her poor distended bladder into her panties and jeans. She prayed that the people stay slightly boozed and obliovios to her accident. She was spraying yellow liquid all over the floor, flooding her sneakers. The puddle between her feet was growing fast, her tight jeans were darkening even faster. It felt like gallons of piss were streaming between her knees, making her sopping wet. She looked at her poor grey panties – the wet patch was so huge it touched the upper border. Her blouse was also touching the puddle before Val peicked it up.
-    Okay, time to get back. I’ll call you and Uber, - said a loud male voice.
-    Yeah, somebody should call the maintenance, the aquarium is leaking again and ruining the carpet, - said a young woman.
-    Crap… Okay.
Valerie waited for a long time to come out from behind the cover. She stepped away from the wet patch on the carpet and slumped down into the sofa. Her mind went blank. Her bladder was empty. Her jeans were soaked.
She felt happy.
 

Hi and welcome! I am a male in my 40s, and also in the UK. Hope you are loving it here, and enjoying exploring! No idea if you are ready to chat, but when you feel comfortable with that, I would love to!

Hi! 
I'm a 23 y/o guy that just discovered omo passion few weeks ago.
I've already tried omo before but not in the way y'all do. I love when I need to go, but I loosen up a little tiny bit to leak my underpants.
I used to do that, but yesterday I had my real first wetting experience doing overtime alone at my office. It felt amazing and I recorded some vids for you 😉 so I'm eager to share!
Hope to share a lot of new experiences here, and to make new friends!

Hi guys, I know I haven't posted much recently, I've had a lot going on, and a serious case of writers block. I have about 5 stories all half finished. I finished this one a few years ago, but have never posted it for fear that it may reference people and websites that are real. If this isn't allowed, please remove it. My inspiration was a fantasy about a certain pee site, trying to have a day of filming and paying good money for real desperation. It is nothing more than a fantasy. I appreciate that it mentions the site, and I am not for 1 second intimating this is how they operate. I am sure they are a very professional outfit who treat the girls with nothing other than 100% respect. From a fantasy standpoint though, where's the fun in that! I would love your feedback.
  
The instructions she had been given were very clear! But she did not like them! 
"You will be picked up, at 9 AM. You must not have pee'd by then, it is vital that you forgo your morning pee. On top of this, you must have drunk a MINIMUM of 2 litres of water by the time of your arrival, and you must have taken this pill at least 30 minutes prior to you quoted pick up time"
Laura glanced at the packet in her hand. "Super diuretic tablet", it read. "To stimulate the desire to urinate". "Fuck" muttered Laura to no-one in particular, going back to the instruction card. 
"Any failure to adhere to these rules may result in a reduction of fees, or no fee being paid whatsover. You will be required to shoot 5 scenes throughout the day, a theme of which will be desperation. It is absolutely vital that you begin the day full, as the light will fade before we can complete the shoot if this is not the case. We at sneaky appreciate that this will be uncomfortable, but this discomfort is reflected in the fees that we pay! All quoted fees are subject to performance. See you soon, Sneaky"
It was mid November and Laura was in dire need of money. Christmas was just around the corner, and she had lost her job after the credit crunch squeezed her tight. She was struggling to pay her rent each week, let alone think about Christmas presents. She had always thought herself quite good looking and liberated, and had applied to a couple of modelling agencies, but they were feeling the pinch too, and were only looking for new teenage models, and at 24 that put her out of luck. She was desperate for money and a search on the internet uncovered a site called sneakypee. It basically showed women , who needed a pee, squatting down in public, showing their full desperate pee streams. Laura was a bit taken aback at first. Why would anyone pay to watch women wee? But, the more she thought about it, the easier it seemed. She had only pee'd outside once, at Glastonbury about 3 years ago. She had been so desperate that day, and the queues for the portaloo were so long, that she squatted behind a bush. It didn't turn her on, it was done out of necessity, but it was easy! The fees on offer too were outstanding. £150 lump sum for a days shoot, plus £100 for every shoot that made it to the website (Which was pretty much all of them, the only reason they didn't make it was if a girl couldn't go, didn't produce a long enough stream, or was caught in the act causing an aborted shoot). On top of this, there was a £250 a shoot bonus  for any shoot that was included on a dvd (Usually the ones which looked real and showed the most genuine desperation) and £1000 bonus for the website users shoot of the month! Basically, if you were the most desperate girl that month, producing some epic fotage, for one days work, you could stand to earn up to £2900. That was money that could change her life, and she wasted no time in signing up!
She had woken up late that morning getting out of bed at 8:10, and had run straight to the bathroom for her morning pee. This had been a ritual she had followed for as long as she could remember. She always needed to go after a full nights sleep, and some mornings she had to run for fear of leaking. This morning though, as she had run to the bathroom, she had remembered the instruction card, and not peed. Her bladder sent signals as she stood and washed herself down, and brushed her teeth! It was like it didn't understand what she was doing to it, and it wanted to release. She gave herself a little squeeze though, as she got dressed, and dashed downstairs. It was now 8:25 as she measured out her first litre of water! God it was so much and she really struggled to drink it all. As she measured out her second litre, she remembered the tablet, and had re read the instruction card! She didn't want to do anything to risk her payday, but she was so full already, she was going to be totally desperate when they arrived, even without the diuretic! Then she thought more about it, and thought, well, I suppose my first shoot won't be long after they pick me up, and the most desperate girl could win a grand, I'll be OK! With that she downed the tablet, and started on her next litre of water! 
By the time 9 o'clock rolled around she was virtually climbing the walls. Her bladder was bulging and aching, sending pangs of desperation. She had never felt such pressure before. Her left hand was working furiously between her legs when she heard a car horn outside her house. "Thank fuck" she muttered, "lets get this show on the road", and she hobbled outside, knowing her bladder would be releived soon! The scene that greeted her though made her almost cry out loud. The car that was picking her up was a people carrier, there was a male driver, and an older woman in the passenger seat, she guessed these were the producers, but in the back there were already 4 women, and each of them looked in need of a ladies room! 
She pulled open the door to the people carrier, her left hand still buried deep into her vulva, working at her desperate, quivering pee hole. She was so desperate, and couldn't quite beleive the effect the diuretic had had on her. She had gone from a low, dull ache after skipping her morning pee, to burning, desperate, urgent need to pee in under half an hour. As she stepped into the people carrier, she was greeted with a scene which could only be described as chaos. There were already 4 girls in the vehicle, and they were very obviously, very desperate to pee! As she sat down on the last available seat, she sighed with the temporary relief it afforded her frantic pussy, before the girl behind her shouted out, "Please, oh god please, she has to be the last one, I can't hold on for much longer, we need to start this shoot soon, or there will be a puddle in this car, pleeeeeeasssse, I need to wee"
"OK Girls" said the woman in the passenger seat, ignoring the desperate plea, and the obvious desperation form each of the girls in the car. "I am pleased to see that you have all followed the instructions carefully. You may feel like you are desperate to pee now, but the human bladder is a very flexible organ, and you can always hold it in for a lot longer than you think. So, we're going to do some quick introductions before we drive to our first location, and one of you will get their first relief. Its going to be a long day for you girls, and I won't lie its going to be hard. Your going to hurt like you never thought possible, and you'll surprise yourselves with what you can endure, but then thats why we pay such high premiums. You will be full all day, I have plenty of diuretic pills, and plenty of water, you'll not be empty for long, but rest assured the better the desperation the more we pay! A quick word of warning though, I will not tolerate urine on the upholstery, and accidents will result in penalties, so it is imperitve that you hold on!"
"Oh shit" cried the girl who had made the earlier fuss, "oh god please, you don't understand, I am so so full, I'm in agony here, I have to pee in like the next minute or I will have an accident, this is crazy" OK Mark, she said to the driver, this little piss whore in the back is making a fuss, lets get to our first location, and with that he started the engine and set off. Laura was in agony now, and had instinctively buried her hand into her crotch. Anyone could see the other 4 girls were as desperate as her, but did this mean she had to wait for them to go first, oh, she didn't know if she could! She was so bursting!
A strange silence descended over the car as it drove, save for the odd gasp, of frantic yelp, or agonised cry of "oh god, oh please hurry" or "I need a wee". It drove for about 5 minutes before pulling into the side of the road. "OK ladies" said the woman, the location for our first shoot is just up here, "out you hop" She got out and opened the door to the people carrier. "OK all 5 of you are involved in this shoot, but not in the way some of you may think." As she spoke the driver got out and started to film as the 5 girls got out of the car. The scene must have looked insane as 4 desperate girls openly held themselves and pee danced furiously. "2 of you will get to pee at this location, the other 3 will act as lookouts".
"Oh SHIT" yelped the openly desperate girl who had been making such a fuss in the car. "It has to be me first, it literally has to, I'm going to piss myself in the next 5 seconds" Pandora smirked at her as she said, "This is the scenario, Jess and Clare will be peeing here, and "NOOOOO", wailed the other girl, over the top of her, "NO, YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS, I'm not kidding here, this is a full blown emergency, you have to change the order and let me pee here, I can't wait"
Laura knew exactly how she felt, but just bit her lip and started a frantic pee pee dance. Pandora turned and shot her the most hateful glare I have ever seen. "LOOK" she snarled "you are here through choice, and we are paying good money, very good money infact, for you to do as instructed. This is a fetish video, and you knew what you were getting yourself into. You can wait, and you will wait, and if I hear another peep out of you will go last. If your not happy with that you can leave now, go and piss your panties or something and fuck of home like a pathetic loser, receiving no money, and ruining the day for these other girls! If you want to earn your money, then shut your mouth and cross your legs! The theme is desperation, and that is what you will provide us, now hold on tight and wait until I say you can pee!"
"I....I'm sorry" she stammered, pressing her hand into her crotch, "but I'm really, really desperate, I don't mean to make such a fuss, but I don't know how much longer I can wait". "Good" snapped Pandora, "don't you think every one of these girls feels the same way. You've each taken an very, very strong diuretic, and drank a lot of liquid, you are all desperate, but you must wait. Why do you think we pay so much money, now I'm sorry, but as I said, at this location  Jess and Clare will be peeing, the other 3 of you will act as look outs."
"OK, this is the scene girls, Jess, your going to stagger over to that portaloo over there, acting as desperate as possible, when you arive you will notice an out of order sign on the door of the ladies, and will frantically run to the gents, you will beg Clare to keep a lookout for you while you use it, as it is only a urinal style loo and there is no lock. You will go in and hoik up your skirt, pushing your sweaty little pussy over the urinal, and letting rip with a gusher, after 20 seconds Clare, you will burst in on her declaring that someone is coming and she has to stop, Jess, you will immediately clamp of your flow and reposition your panties, Clare, now acting utterly desperate will run into the woods and find a tree to squat behind, fully emptying your frantic bladder, do you all understand. "oooh yessss, wailed Jess, now fully aware that she was to be the first girl to find relief, come on, lets start."
"OK you 3" said Pandora, "get yourselves spread out and in position, if anyone comes then you need to alert our attention so we can abort the shoot" She directed the 3 lookouts where to stand and as they staggered off to there spots she said "OK, action" Jess needed no second bidding and immediately set off to the portaloo, accompanied by Clare.
"oooh god, I need a wee" she said, as the cameras focused closely on her desperate pouting face, this wasn't an acting roll for her, although she had not been as vocal as some of the other girls, she had been the first to be picked up , and she was going frantic with need, "oh god, shit" she said again, if I don't get to a toilet in the next minute I'm going to wet my knickers, it really is that bad" "oooooh me too" responded Clare, I'm literally bursting here, Come on Jess, the loo is just there" "Oh fuck, oh god, hurry" wailed Jess, droppiong her hand to her crotch as she rounded the corner, to be confronted by the out of order sign on the ladies room door. She thudded into it, to find it wouldn't budge, and immediately strted a very exaggerate pee dance, "Oh Clare, oh god Clare help me, what am I going to do, I need a wee so badly, I can't hold it in, I'm going to wee myself" "Look, Jess, come on, the mens room is open, we'll have to use that" said Clare, her own hand now working furiously beneah her skirt "Oh shit, yes, come on Clare, its a real emergency, I absolutely have to pee" stammered Jess, staggering over to the door marked 'gentlemen'. She pushed it, and to her sheer delight it opened, "oh thank god she cried, "oh I need to pee now".
"Oh no" said Clare as they both entered the dingy mens room. There was no cubicle, and only 1 filthy urinal. "What are we going to do" asked Clare" "Oh shit, its coming out, keep a lookout, she wailed, as Jess moved into the doorway of the awful mens room, and Clare started to pull aside her panties. There was no need for acting now as her pussy throbbed, she tried frantically to manouver herself over  the urinal, when a frantic spurt escaped, followed by another, then a blast erupted from her, as she allowed herself to relax. The relief was intense, her whole body tingled as her pee came flooding out of her, when Jess ran in and shouted, "Clare, quick, someones coming" "FUCK, shouted Clare, not even slightly acting now, as she desperately tried to clamp herself shut. Her bladder ached, as she desperately fought to get control of herself. "Quick Clare" repeated jess from the door. Clare was in agony as she managed to stem the desperate tide, and snap her thin, damp, panties back into place over her only partially relieved pussy, and she staggered out, to be greeted by the sight of jess doing her own frantic dance. She was shocked to see that there actually was a man approaching them, but Jess wasn't concerned by this now, as she stammered, "qu..quick Clare, o-o-over here, and started a frantic hobbled dash towards the tree line round the edge of the park. Clare followed, her hand pressed firmly into her crotch, as Jess pulled ahead, as soon as she reached the tree line, she turned quickly to ace her, pouting in sheer frantic, desperation. "Keep a lookout Clare, I can't wait" she said, as she quickly pulled down her leggins and knickers, dropping into a squat. before her knickers were even fully clear a thick, gushing stream of pee erupted from her. Jess threw her head back, in sheer ecstasy, her face a picture of pure relief, as her stream hissed noisilly from her cunt, splashing against the ground. "Ohhh yesssssss, she moaned, oh god I needed this, I  couldn't wait" Her stream gushed from her for a full minute and a half before she was empty, and she staggered to her feet, yanking up her knickers and leggings, with a visible wet spot on the crotch, where she had briefly lost it in her desperate scramble. He kneees quivered, her relief had felt so good. "Can I finish off here" asked Clare, her hand, once again buried in her crotch, but she was interrupted by Pandora yelling "CUT" "back to the bus now girls"
The scene back at the bus was chaos. The 3 girls who hadn't found relief at the first shoot were climbing the walls in sheer and utter desperation. The desperate girl who had made such a scene earlier, burst into tears as they were told to get back into the people carrier. "please, she begged, is there no way you can do my shoot here too, I don't think I can hold it anymore, I have never been so desperate to pee in my life. "oh god, me too chimed the other girl. How long do you think it will be until you let us pee?" "You knew the score when you signed up" snapped Pandora. "You are working for a day, and your work is pee desperation. What we provide our customers is authentic desperation and truly desperate pee streams. No acting, no bullshit, and they pay top money for that. In turn we pay you girls top money. You won't find better pay for any other porn work, and nowhere near as much for basic modelling. We advertised clearly that we were a desperation fetish site. You 5 girls will be desperate to pee all day, but that is why you are here. Now follow the instructions I give you, or get out now. Any complaints??" Laura bit her lip. Her need to pee more intense than she had ever experienced, she pressed her fingers into her crotch and bit her lip. The other 2 also silently complied, but there was no doubting they were all desperate for a pee.
As the car pulled out and set off to its next location Pandora spoke. OK ladies, our next shoot is a risky one. Its a very public loacation. We had planned that Sarah was to find her relief here, but her constant whining is doing my head in, so she can wait a bit longer. Natalie, you will be peeing next. "Oh thank god" gasped the girl sat next to me, but Sarah went crazy again. "stop the car, I mean it stop this car now or I swear I'll piss myself" she screamed "you can't torture us like this" her legs scissored wildly as her fingers worked furiously against the crotch of her white leggings. "oh for christs sake" said Pandora angrilly, here we go again. "I don't care" crried Sarah, I'm sorry, I'm literally about to piss myself, I've never felt this desperate before in all of my life, I don't even care about the money, just please let me me pee, anywhere, NOWWWWWWWWW, I can't wait".
"For fucks sake" snapped Pandora back at her. "OK, I can offer you an emergency pitstop"
"Pleeeeaaaasssseeee", wailed sarah, both her hands now buried inside her panties, "I cannn'ttt wait".
"Not so fast, if it were up to me I'd kick you out and let you piss your pathetic panties and leave you to walk home humiliated. Unfortunately, I have a website to think about, and you are certainly desperate, so it is a shame to waste it" "An emergency pitstop is exactly that. We stop for you to have an emergency, unscripted pee. We film it, but you receive no fee. You then continue with the day as scheduled, but you will take 2 diuretic pills immediately after you finish your emergency pee. Do you agree to these conditions"
"Oh goddddd", she cried, visibly shaking, "please, anything, I'll agree to anything, just stop the car pleasssse". She whimpered aloud as she said this, and a very short sharp hiss could be heard. "ohhh goodddddd pleassseeeee" she cried again, "I'm going to wee my knickers".
"Don't you dare pee in this car, or you will be paying us a £200 soiling fee. You are getting your emergency pee, just hold on a few more seconds" as Pandora spoke, the car pulled up at the side of the road. "Oh, thank god, yes, please, oh god oh, a pee, I must", stammered Sarah as she moved to get out.
"Hold it" shouted Pandora, wait for my camera man. So Sarah again tried to compose herself as the driver moved, agonisingly slowly, out of the drivers seat, and round ready to film. "OK, Sarah, emergency pee is underway, totally unscripted, but try and find some cover, don't just piss next to a busy road" GO
Sarah quickly pushed open the car door and scanned the area desperately, oooooh shittttttt she wailed as she staggerred towards a shrubbery which would offer only token cover! her hands worked furiously against her crotch as she hobbled on, virtually bent double. "Oh no" she cried, about 4 paces from her intended relief, "oh no, I can't hold it". Again a loud hiss could be heard, this time accompanied with a darkening wet patch as her leggings quickly turned transparent. "FUCK", she cried, like a woman possessed as she tore down her leggings. "fuck, fuck fuck", she swore, as her bladder gave way, she was already peeing full force into her panties as she dropped into a squat and ripped asside her gusset. "Oh, ahhhhhhhh, of yessss, oh god thankyou, oh a peeee, it feels soooo good!" she gasped as she thrust her hips forwards and relaxed!!! Pee was gushing from her at a terrific force, splattering loudly against the pavement, in a seemingly never ending deluge. "Oh it feels so good, I swear I've never needed to pee as badly as I did then, oh I wet myself a bit, but I was so bursting, look how much pee was in me, oh god it feels good". For a full minute she pissed at full force onto the ground, moaning and gasping with relief, before finally snapping her sodden knickers back into place and pulling up her wet leggings. She walked back to the people carrier, lightheaded with relief.
Back in the car, Laura and Natalie were out of their mind with desperation. Natalie had been told that she could pee next, but instead she'd had to sit and watch as Sarah found her relief in desperate, explosive style! Laura had her hands in her croth, rocking back and forth, whimpering, her mind not focussing on anything than the extreme distress her pussy was feeling. Back outside, Sarahs momentous piss was trailing off. She had gone weak at the knees, as she struggled to regain her composure. Her desperation had been so intense, but it had almost been worth it for the relief she now felt. No man had ever made her feel this good, and she strained to push out every last drop.. As she replaced her panties, she realised they were pretty wet between the legs, where she had obviously lost control in her desperate scramble. She sheepishly returned to the car, where the 2 girls in the back were obviously still seriously desperate. "I'm so sorry girls" she started, "I just had to go, I was literally bursting, I never even thought it was possible to need a wee that bad, oh god it hurt, and oh, well, oh god, it felt good to let it out, it was literally either that or wet my knickers."
"Never mind that" snapped Pandora. "You might have had your 'emergency pee', and I hope it felt good, because it tortured these two poor girls, and you will be punished for that. Now, take these" she turned and handed Sarah, not 1, not 2, but 3 of the super strength diuretic pills and a litre bottle of water.
"oh no" she pleaded, "you can't be serious. I only took one of those pills this morning and look what happened, I can't take 3 more."
"Oh yes you can" snapped Pandora, "you'll take them and drink the water now, or You'll get 4 and a quart of water to drink" Slowly, Sarah took one of the pills, and started to sip on the water, as the car began to drive away again.
"OK girls" said Pandora, addressing Natalie and Laura, "I imagine you are getting pretty desperate now?"
"Oh yes, oh shit yes" whimpered Natalie, "I've never been so desperate in all my life" Laura meanwhile couldn't even talk, she was shakingwith the effort of holding now, as she just gasped "Please, oh please, wee, oooooh, no, i , err, i need a weeee" "haha, yeah, thats what i thought" smirked Pandora. "Not long now girls, just clench yourselves closed another couple of minutes and we'll be on location for you to have a glorious pee" Again the car set of on its torturous journey. Laura was beside herself, she couldn't sit still for a second, and had her hands working in her crotch. She had squatted and peed behind a tree at a festival once, about 3 years ago, and had thought that was a desperate as it was possible to be. She had been at the end of her thether that day, and squatting in public was truly  her last resort, but she had passed that level of desperation about 20 minutes ago. Had she been anywhere else she would have given in long ago, but she was willing herself to hold on now. Tears were falling down her face as she whimpered aloud. Oh god she was desperate to pee, she was worried she was actually going to damage herself. She finally spoke up for the first time, "err, p-p-please, err, please, how long is it going to be, I don't know how much longer I can hold on". The older woman turned, and looked her up and down. She was a mess, frantically kneading her pussy, and scissoring her legs, tears streaming down her face. She was clearly suffing the most severe desperation. "Not long now love" came the reply. "Just keep on holding on, your doing brilliantly, I know it hurts, but it'll be worth it. You could produce somehing quite epic!" and again, the car set off, agonizingly on its way!
It was only 5 minutes to the next location, but, it could have been 5 hours for poor Natalie and laura. They were both in absolute agony. Every second that passed caused them more pain. Laura was out of it, she had no idea where she was, she barely knew if she was weeing or not. Her whole existence focusssed on keeping her pee hole clenched tightly shut, but it was hurting her to do it. Her vision was blurred as sshe looked to Natalie, whos predicament seemed to be equally bad. It had been over an hour since they had been picked up, and she was at the end of her tether then! Finally the car stopped. "OK girls" said the woman, turning to look at the 2 most desperate young girls she had ever seen in her life, we were going to do 2 locations, but as you are aware, if you lose it and have an accident there will be no payments. You are both bursting, so there is no point wasting that, so you will both pee here. This is important though, you must pee one at a time, so we can make 2 seperate videos from it. "OH, can we go now, quick, please" stammered Natalie, her hands kneeding furiously in her crotch. Laura was shaking, almost like she was having a fit, barely taking in anything. "OK, off you go girls, there is no script here, but there is just the 2 of you, 1 pee at a time, and the other stands guard. Don't forget an aborted shoot means no payment, so if you are caught in the act, break down and wet yourself, or both have to go at the same time, the shoot would be aborted, and no payment would be offered, and that would be a shame when you are as desperate as you 2 girls clearly are.
"OK" stammered Natalie, "come on, I'm sorry, but I have to go first" she started off towards a wall, her walk was one of sheer desperation, she couln't stand up straight, both her hands worked in her crotch, and she was shaking, "ooooooh, a pee, a pee, oh god I need a pee, please, come on, just a few more seconds" she was repeating to herself. Laura staggered after her, looking just as desperate. "No, no, no, please no, I have to go first, please" she wailed. "NO WAY" Screeched Natalie, like a woman possessed, there is absolutley no way you can go first, I swear, if I don't wee in the next 30 seconds my bladder will actually pop, oh god, oh god, oh god, shit, ooooh, I neeeeeed a weeeeee". She wailed, as she finally reached a tree, which would be more than enough token cover in her desperate state. "Oh nooo", she yelped, as she desperately faught with her clothes to try and pull them from her desperate body, Oh shit no, just a few more seconds. Both girls were frantic, but suddenly, Natalie yelped, "oh fuck, no" an audible hiss could be heard as she pulled down her trousers and knickers, and dropped to a squat where she stood. Her bladder had completely given way, and her pent up pee was flooding out of her at a tremendous force. Her whole body was phsyically shaking. "oh shit, fuck, nooo, ahhh yesss, oh god, yesss, ooooooh a peeeee, oh god, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh" she stammered, as sheer ecstacy overtook her tortured body. "oh godd, ahhhhh, ohhh, fuck, oh god it feels good, oh I needed this," she wailed as what felt like gallons of pee finally escaped their torturous prison. Laura was racked with pain, "gotta hold it, hold it, oh no, just a few more seconds" she stammered as she stood just metres away from Natalie having the most glorious pee of her life. Her body shook, as she was almost convulsing in pain. "HOLD ON GIRL" whispered Pandora into Lauras ear, but a small trickle started to escape her tightly clenched lips.
"No, no, no, no, no" cried Laura, Natalies piss splashing out loudly, "PLEASE, please, its coming out" "just a few more seconds" said pandora, as Natalie peed on and on and on. "I cant, I can't" stammered Laura, wildry scissoring her legs, pressing hard into her crutch, it needs to come out. She was openly crying, tears flowing down her face. she was shaking, involunterilly. Natalie's pee gushed on and on, she had never felt such relief, as Laura lost another, much more serious squirt into her panties. "I'm peeing myself, please, please, I have to go NOW" she shouted, staring at Pandora, desperatley waiting for permission to pee, I'm weeing myself. "OK, said Pandora, she had never seen such intense desperation, and her camera was now trained solely on Laura, "OK babe, you can go."
Laura needed no second bidding, as soon as she pulled her hands away from her crotch she was leaking again, as she fought with her waistband. She was pulling and tugging at her leggings and knickers, as they came down in a wet knotted tangle, as soon as they edged away her bum, her bladder gave out, and she exploded with the most incredible stream of pee. It blasted her panty crotch, before she finally dropped into a squat. her legs shook, as her pee cascaded out of her with a tremendous force. "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUCCKKK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" she cried, She had never felt so good in her entire life. her whole body convulsed as she went light headed with relief. She completely forgot where she was, shaking in agony and ecstasy as her pussy could finally relax and gallons and gallons of pee flooded from their overworked prison. "oooooooohhh godddddddd she gasped, in relief, tears flowing from her eyes, ooooooh I needed this, oh it feels so good" Her legs shook, and her pussy quivered madly, as more and more pee flooded out of her frantic pussy. Her clit tingled, and her overwhelming relief threatened to turn into a huge orgasm.. "oh goddd, this feels soooo good" she moaned as her stream finally slowed. She had peed for a full 2 minutes, and the puddle on the floor was absolutely incredulous. She pulled up her, now soaking wet, panties, and tried to stand, now uneasy on her feet, her legs now weak. Tears still streamed from her as she slowly pulled up her leggings, showing a huge wet patch accross her bum, where she had lost all control in the final few moments. She had never felt so happy in her life, never even imagined that something as mundane as peeing could feel so good.
"CUT" shouted Pandora. "WOW girls, look at you, that was a proper desperate pee eh, thats what we pay the big bucks for, come on now, back to the car"
"She isn't kidding is she", whispered Natalie, as they turned to head back to the car, "Oh my god, I never even thought it was possible to need a wee that badly! I thought I was going to die it hurt so bad, but oh god, the relief when it came out of me, it was almost worth all the suffering, almost". Laura, was still in a daze "mmmm" she whimpered, "I hurt so much, I think I might have damaged myself, I never want to feel that desperate again!"
As they arrived back at the car, the other 3 girls were already looking like they needed to pee again. Pandora looked Laura up and down, and reached into the boot, handing her a pair of white cotton panties, and, what lloked like a school skirt. "Here you go" she said, "You're not getting in my car like that, you're soaked, change into these" Laura was horrified, to once again be taking down her panties in public, but as the cold air hit her pussy it felt so good and so naughty, and besides, these girls had seen everything she had now anyway! She pulled on her new skirt and panties, and clambered into the back of the car.
"OK girls" started Pandora, "Congratulations on your first round of shoots. We will be filming 2 more shoots with each of you today, but I am happy with what we have got so far. You all probably thought you experienced the ultimate in desperation this morning, but you are only 2 hours into the day, and it will get a whole lot worse for you. I imaginemost of you are feeling the need to go again already, but we are going to sit in this car and fill your bladders for the next 90 minutes before continuing, this was just the start. Clare" she said, facing the first girl "I am happy with your performance, and am aware that we stopped you mid stream, but you did well, and haven't annoyed me by moaning and whining all day, I'm sure your desperate now, but here is a litre of water, and another diuretic, please drink it quickly, Jess, you also performed well, and can have exactly the same. Now, Sarah, you pathetic bitch." Sarah whimpered, her earlier 3 diuretics were already working overtime, "you are the only girl here to have earned no fee yet, your unscripted pee spoilt our running order, tortured these 2 girls, and you still pissed in your knickers before you performed, absolutely pathetic, here is another 2 litres of water to add to your discomfort, and a can of coke too, I always find it goes right through me. I have some serious plans for you, there is always one pathetic girl on these shoots! Now, Natalie and Laura. You both produced shows of real desperation. Natalie, you just need to take one of these, she said, handing over 1 diuretic, and a single bottle of water. Laura though, I know you have produced extreme desperation, but you did cut over Natalies shoot, meaning I can only use that as a single shoot, and you also wet yourself quite considerably, I'm afraid, for that, you need to be punished" "oh, no" whimpered Laura, her tummy still aching from its previous torment, "no, please, I held it as long as you told me to, I was in agony" "Here you go" said Pandora, completely ignoring her pleas, she handed her 2 of the diuretic pills, and a litre and a half of water.
All 5 girls were now concerned about the rest of the days filming, and were all seriously miserable. Clare was sat in agony, the only girl who had not managed to void her full bladder, being forced to stop mid-flow, and Sarah, who was having the worst day of her life, was, again, feeling an urgent need to pee! She had wet herself, and had bbeen the only girl to not hang on as instructed, as a punishment for that she had now been forced to drink 3 litres of water, a can of coke, and take 3 super strength diuretics. She was in for some serious agony!the other 3 girls were all quite relaxed at the moment, still revelling in the relief they had felt from being so desperate.
The car set off on its way again...….

If only you had to wait 10 more minutes.

IV
 
Mel Lancashire was a big deal. A very big deal. At just 22 years old, she already had 1 million TikTok followers, her own clothing brand, and had just been named on the Forbes 30 Under 30 list. A stunningly beautiful blonde, it seemed only a matter of time before everyone in the country knew her name. And thanks to the traction her most recent TikTok post was getting, that moment was going to come sooner rather than later. 
"Good morning guys and girls, hope you're having a great Friday!" Mel's northern voice serenaded Harriet as she opened the post Molly sent. "Boy have I got a story for you... so I was back in Hull yesterday, had a few meetings about a TV show I'm presenting - watch this space! - and I was invited to pop round to the new town hall for a reception with some very famous faces. Anyway, I'd been drinking coffees all morning, and was ABSOLUTELY BUSTING for a wee by the time I got to the hall. Like I was literally shaking I had to pee so badly, my bladder was causing me physical pain." Why the fuck has she sent me this? Harriet thought to herself. "So I waddled to the toilet, basically wetting myself at this point, finally sat my arse down on a toilet and AHHHHHHHHHHH... let me tell you, I have NEVER had moment as enjoyable as that. But then I heard someone else come into the bathroom, they clearly DYING to go. She was breathing really heavily, I could hear her dancing on the spot... and then..." the TikTok cut to a clip, a close up selfie of Mel's face reacting to the woman in the bathroom stall next to her, doing one of the most violent pisses anyone had ever seen. The woman in the video was moaning, and whispering "thank God", clearly massively relieved. "But you will NEVER guess who the mystery pisser was..." the TikTok cut to a selfie of Mel and Grace in the bathrooms, and Harriet audibly gasped.
 
"O fuck", read Harriet's reply to Molly. 
 
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Grace couldn't believe it. Yesterday she was in Hull, now she was in Mauritius, drinking margaritas on a secluded beach. They had a full day of business tomorrow, but for now, she just wanted to unwind after the long plane journey. This was nice. It was just her and Thomas, no engagements, no phones, no holding her pee in for longer than necessary. Having said that, she was starting to feel the familiar urge in her bladder, as the margaritas made themselves known. But for now, she was enjoying her book too much. 
"Another round," Thomas asked, as Grace finished her second drink.
"Are you trying to get me drunk Mr Thomas?" Grace laughed. "Yes please!"
Whilst Thomas was getting the drinks, Grace tried to focus on her book, but her bladder was starting to nag. Frowning, she crossed her legs and put her book down. There were toilets in the hotel bar, but she was in her light blue bikini, and didn't want to put her clothes back on to walk through the lobby. Besides, it seemed like a wasted opportunity for some fun with Thomas. Wanting to make herself a bit more desperate, she downed the rest of her water. 
It took Thomas a while to come back with the drinks, so by the time he came back, she really needed a wee. She lay on her towel, shifting about theatrically as he approached, holding two more large margaritas.
"There you are big boy," Grace laughed. 
"Oh God, it's gone to her head," Thomas mocked, handing her a margarita. 
"Thanks babe," she took the icy margarita from him. "God, I need a wee so so badly." 
"Classic Grace," Thomas chuckled. "Sounds like someone needs a tickle." 
Grace burst into laughter as Thomas tickled her stomach. "Stop I'm gonna wee all over the towels," she cried, clutching her peehole desperately. "Seriously, I'm bursting." Eventually Thomas relented, but Grace now felt twice as desperate as before. She took another sip, as Thomas started kissing her neck, and started moving his hands along her stomach. His fingers meandered their way to the waistband of her bikini bottoms, before sliding their way underneath the fabric. He brushed through her wiry pubic hair, before slowly massaging her vagina. Grace was already wet, her full bladder stimulating her clit. She moaned as Thomas did the same with his middle finger. His cock was rock hard, and almost went off as soon as Grace started rubbing it. She felt as though she was going to explode, and as she came, a long spurt of pee soaked Thomas's fingers. Anxious not to soak the towels, Grace jumped up, startling Thomas. There was no chance of stopping the stream, so she just let it go in her bikini. Urine poured out of her, as her light blue bikini slowly turned a darker shade. Grace moaned as pee ran down both her legs, while Thomas sat there, open mouthed. Once she had finished, she ran into the sea to clean up, very quickly followed by Thomas.
 
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The two were back in their hotel room, Grace sat naked on the bed, drying her hair post shower, whilst Thomas was in the bathroom. Her phone rang. It was Chris Thompson, the head of Royal Communications. 
"Hello?" Grace asked. 
"Hello Miss Harris. We need to fly you back to the UK right away. There's been some developments that you should be aware of..."

Hi peoples! First of all, thank you for the amazing support you all have shown me on my previous stories. This time, I've decided to try something else. A friend of mine (who wished to remain anonymous) showed me one of her artworks a few days ago.  I asked her if I should recognize the character she drew from somewhere, and she replied "No, it's just some random generic female number 618," and I somehow got this idea from it, so I offered to write a story around it and post it here (with her permission, of course). You'll get to see the art at the end; so for now, buckle up and join me as we follow the adventure of three young and aspiring scientists and their titular test subject, Generic Female #618. Here we go.
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 Elizabeth walked into the research lab and quickly greeted the two other women wearing lab coats, before taking a quick glance at her phone and excitedly turned to one of the researchers.
 "I just got your text; is this true? Have you finally perfected the formula?"
 "We believe so," the researcher replied with an equal excitement. "Computer simulations show this particular blend to prompt a difference of around 500 milliliters in capacity on female subjects."
 "FIVE HUNDRED?" Elizabeth cheered looking at the two women. "Hannah, Sarah; do you know what this means? Our last subject barely broke a hundred milliliter increase..."
 "Ladies, let's not get ahead of ourselves," Sarah interrupted the celebration as she pointed at the glass panel separating the laboratory from the test chambers. "...we still have the human trials."
"Right, let's wake her up then."
 Elizabeth pressed a button on the keyboard in front of the panel to turn the lights on in the next room. Inside was a woman in her twenties, sleeping soundly on a comfortable bed, with all kinds of books on the nightstand next to the bed and a small TV on the other side of the room. To be fair, it looked more like a mediocre hotel room than a laboratory test chamber. The only difference was a vital monitor with a bunch of cables, a wall with restraints for neck, hands and feet; and finally a large beaker with measuring lines on the side going up to five liters, with a plastic tube coming out of it. A toilet and a sink were also part of the room, though in plain sight of the observers. Other than that, the woman on the bed looked fairly comfortable.
 "Hello? Subject 618? Can you hear me?" Elizabeth spoke through the microphone.
 The woman slowly opened her eyes and got up from the bed, still groggy and rubbing her eyes. The name tag on her pajamas read "Generic Female #618" in bold letters; thoıgh they usually called her "Subject 618" for short. It was an unspoken rule in their lab to not know the names of their test subjects; due to the nature of their work requiring extra privacy and anonymity. Subject 618 did a little stretch before looking at the three researchers on the other side of the glass.
 "Morning guys," she answered, still half-asleep. "Any chance you've got some coffee over there?"
 "We were just about to ask you; come on in." Hannah buzzed the door with another button.
 "Actually, umm..." Subject 618 interrupted as she stood up from the bed and pointed at the toilet behind her. "Mind if I use the bathroom first? Y' know... Morning pee and all..." Her cheeks blushed slightly.
 "For the experiment to progress faster and more smoothly, I think it would be best if you didn't." Elizabeth answered with a warm smile, seemingly excited at the subject's eagerness to use the facilities. "Please come over to this room; a large hot cup of coffee awaits you. We can also talk about the details of the procedure as we begin."
 "Fine..." Subject 618 protested with a groan and made her way to the other room, grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down in front of the other three women in lab coats.
 "You already know the basic idea of our study, but I'll briefly go over it once again," Elizabeth started talking. "You are here as a test subject for a new drug to treat urinary incontinence among young females, by physically altering the size of their bladder for a designated period of time."
 "Yesterday's procedure was what we call a "control experiment," Sarah continued. "The main purpose of it was to determine your maximum bladder capacity before the administration of the treatment."
 "And this one we'll be doing now..." Hannah took over as she handed her a small white pill and a large glass of water. "...will measure your maximum capacity after."
 Subject 618 took the pill and swallowed it with the water, before continuing to sip her coffee.
 "And just like the last time..." Elizabeth pointed at the experiment room. "...to completely eliminate any involuntary reflexes from you to alter the voiding process, such as... ahem... holding yourself, we will lightly restrain you, only at the very end." She lightly blushed. "That also includes a funnel connected to a graduated beaker for more precise volume measurement. Other than that, the discomfort will be minimal on your end."
 "Well, I suppose I did sign up for it..." Subject 618 nodded with a sigh. "So... when do we start?"
 "We already have." Sarah pointed at the almost finished cup of coffee in her hand and the large empty glass of water next to Subject 618. "You can spend time here until you reach about a 7 out of 10 on the relative urgency scale; then you will have to move to the observation room. Right now, on a scale of one to ten, how full would you say you are?"
 "Umm... I don't know," Subject 618 thought for a moment. "I still haven't had my morning pee yet, so I guess a 6 or so..?"
 "Alright," Sarah nooded as she took a pen and her notepad and recorded the number. Meanwhile, Hannah had filled up two half-liter bottles of water and handed it over to her. "Another cup of coffee?" She pointed at Subject 618's now empty cup.
 "Sure, why not; I'm guessing I'll probably need to be fully awake and alert for better results..?"
 "That's the spirit," Elizabeth smiled at 618 while Hannah prepared another cup of coffee. The four of them chatted for a while as 618 finished the first of the two bottles of water, along with her second cup of coffee of the day.
 After about 15 minutes, Subject 618 was already starting to get fidgety and restless. Every few seconds or so, she would uncross and recross her legs and shift her butt in her seat slightly. Other than that and sitting somewhat more tensely than usual in her seat whenever she was not fidgeting, she seemed to be handling all that liquid quite well.
 These subtle signs did not escape the three researchers' keen eyes, however; as Elizabeth interrupted their chat and asked:
 "Alright, I think it's time for an update on where you are on a scale..?"
 "Oh, umm..." Subject 618 blushed as she noticed that despite her best efforts, the direness of her situation had become a lot more visible to the outside eye. "I would say I'm about a seven by now..." She added with a nervous chuckle and another shift in her seat.
 "Very well," Hannah gestured her towards the other side of the glass panel. "Please go ahead and proceed to the experiment room; you can spend your time by whatever means you'd like; except for using the bathroom, or course."
 "And remember to let us know when you feel like you are not able to contain the urge to empty your bladder any longer; so we can begin the measurement process." Sarah added. "Good luck."
 Elizabeth escorted Subject 618 to the experiment room and returned.
 Subject 618 laid on the bed and somewhat tightly crossed one leg over the other. She turned on the TV and started rummaging through channels, before settling on a relaxing documentary channel.
 After about another fifteen minutes of shuffling and leg crossing, Subject 618 changed the TV to another documentary, only to be ironically greeted by a series about the natural formation of waterfalls. She let out a slight groan, before turning off the TV and stood up from the bed. The three women on the other room noticed Subject 618 to standing very slightly bent over now, presumably to make room for the contents of her rapidly filling bladder.
 "How are you holding up, 618?" Elizabeth asked the woman through the microphone.
 "It's getting really bad really quickly..." Subject 618 answered as she stood with her legs now tightly crossed. "I would say it's about an 8 right now..."
 "Good," Elizabeth sounded excited. Sarah and Hannah both took notes on their notepads after observing the subject for a while. "Please remember to finish the last bottle of water on your nightstand." She pointed at the second half-liter bottle.
 "Do I have to..?" Subject 618 asked nervously. "I'm already quite full..."
 "The exact liquid intake throughout the experiment is predetermined and must be kept relatively constantly," Hannah spoke without lifting her head up form her notes. "Please go ahead and start drinking immediately."
 "Okay..." She reluctantly opened the bottle and finished it in the next five minutes. She showed the empty bottle to the women before grabbing a book from her nightstand and sat down on the edge of the bed, but stood back up after a few seconds and started pacing up and down the room instead, trying her best to concentrate on the book in her hand.
 However, it was apparent after a short while that distracting herself from her need was no longer an option for Subject 618. After managing to read no more than a few pages after twenty minutes, she set the book down and sat back on the bed. She could not stand still anymore; she had to cross and uncross her legs constantly. Her hands were rubbing up and down her legs, inching slightly closer to her inner thighs each time.
 "E-excuse me..." she nervously called out to the three women observing her every movement carefully. "I... I think I'm getting to the end of my tether here..."
 "Yes, we can see that," Elizabeth replied with gleaming eyes. "Would it be safe to assume you're at about 9 on the scale?"
 "Y-yes, definitely," Subject 618's breathing had begun to shake. "Oh god... how much longer do I have to hold it for?"
 "As long as you possibly can; that's the whole point." Hannah answered. "And then preferably some more." Sarah added right after.
 "I-I'll try..."
 The next twenty minutes were increasingly exciting for Elizabeth, Hannah and Sarah; and equally agonising for Subject 618. Her hands that were previously rubbing her thighs were now tightly squeezed on her crotch, trying their best to aid her exhausted sphincter muscles. Beads of sweat had formed on her forehead from her continuous efforts of holding the large amount of urine inside her. Her breathing had gotten even more unstable; she went back and forth between bobbing up and down on the bed a few times to tightly squeezing her legs together with her hands in between them to regain her composure.
 "Guys..." Subject 618 bemoaned at the other room in desperation. "I really don't think I can hold it much longer..."
 "I'm afraid we must insist you wait until the last possible moment, Subject 618," Elizabeth answered without any hint of sympathy. "According to our calculations, you still haven't reached your maximum capacity based on the previous test results and given the volume of liquid you consumed."
 "But... but I'm really —ooh god... really full here..." She barely managed to regain enough composure to stand up from the bed, with both hands still glued to her crotch. Standing up fully straight was nowhere near an option for her; but she still tried her best. She very carefully turned sideways and lifted up her top to reveal her bladder bulging out of her slim figure. She could only hold that pose for a second however; as she had to continue her frantic pee dance to keep all the liquid in. "I-It feels like I'm about to —aah... about to pop..."
 "Very well," Elizabeth debated in herself whether to conclude the experiment now or push further and risk an early unplanned accident. "We will wait an additional five minutes to ensure maximum stretching of the bladder; then you can go."
 "No... I don't think I can—" she let out a small scream and froze as she felt her control slip momentarily. She removed her hands from her crotch to take a look, only to be relieved she hadn't fully lost control yet. She cried out frantically. "Please..."
 "Alright, do your best to hold it for a few more seconds," Elizabeth let the girl know before gesturing her two colleagues towards the experiment room. "Just for us to put on the necessary restraints and the measuring equipment—"
 "HURRY!" she cried out as she made her way towards the measuring cup and started undressing, making sure to always have one hand glued straight to her peehole.
 "Okay, Subject 618, we will need you to stand still and put your hands behind your back for just a few seconds until we can put on the restraints. Do you think you'll be fine until then..?"
 618 did not hear the two women anymore. All her focus was on keeping the torrent of pee inside her body for one more second. And then one more. And then one more. Hannah and Sarah swiftly put the shackles on Subject 618's hands, feet and neck. Without the help of her hands, 618 knew she had mere seconds. As she saw the funnel get close to her private regions in the corner of her eye, she lost all control. A hot, forceful stream of pee immediately sprayed out of her peehole as her muscles completely gave in; skillfully but barely caught by the funnel in Hannah's hand. Sarah quickly brought the measuring cup closer and connected its end to the tube just in time.
 For a good minute, there was no sound in the room except for Subject 618's heavy sighs of relief and her powerful jet of crystal clear urine hitting the funnel like a garden hose. Hannah and Sarah carefully and precisely measured the volume of the beaker, before excitedly whispering something between themselves and hurried over to the observation room. Meanwhile, the exhausted Subject 618 was just recovering from the immeasurable wave of pleasure of finally letting go after holding for so long. She gave a long sigh of relief and looked at the three women enthusiastically smiling and nodding at each other.
 "Congratulations, Subject 618; you may get dressed and come up here if you'd like," Elizabeth let the girl know.
 618 nodded, too exhausted to say a word. She got dressed and joined the three ladies celebrating in the observation room.
 "This is exquisite..." Hannah cheered.
 Sarah joined her. "A full four hundred milliliter increase in maximum bladder capacity..."
 "There's still room for improvement, but I would conclude the experiment to be an an overall success," Elizabeth seemed the happiest of the three. "Ladies, let's go grab some coffee to celebrate, what do you say?"
 "I'm in," Sarah agreed.
 "Me too," Hannah followed.
 "618?" Elizabeth turned to her.
 "I think I need a shower first..." Subject 618 shook her head without a second thought. "Besides; after today, I don't think I want to see a drop of liquid for a long, long time..."
 

 
THE END

Hi everyone im bella a 21 year old female who is new to this fetish and im happy to explore it all with you!
I like messing and wetting diapers. Im so happy to meet some of you!

One more the the uk audiences who will know who Rachel Riley is. For those who don’t she is a stunningly gorgeous blond who is also super smart and a math genius, mainly famous from the show Countdown. She is close to my ideal woman (apart from being a Man United fan).
 
Anyway recently she was a guest in a comedy panel show called Odd couples. One of the tasks on this was to be hooked up to a lie detector while a partner asked questions. One of the questions Rachel was asked was do you wee in the shower? She was bashful and quietly answered yes mentioning that since having a child everything was out of the window. I found this super hot that such a this gorgeous smart woman admitted to peeing in the shower. After this section the hosts made a bit of fun of this answer asking her partner what he felt about it which he replied it was fun, but denying that she ever did it on him. They then discussed golden showers more in a comedy setting. 
 
A little bit later in the show they had another lie detector game and this time Rachel was asked if she ever weed anywhere else other than a toilet. She said she hadn’t but that popped up as a lie. She was again bashful and then shared a very quick story about drinking too much at uni and going on a bike, she stated it was raining so nobody knew anything until today. That was the only detail she gave on this story but she obviously wet herself on a bike while at uni. 
 
If you are based in the UK it’s definitely worth checking out the episode on All 4. 
 
I’ve also added a link below to some headline caused by this show. 
 
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-11631737/amp/Countdowns-Rachel-Riley-admits-uraintes-shower.html
 
 
 

Oh my godddd you have ten times more strength than me. I consider myself to have a fairly large bladder and I’ve had way more than my fair share of desperate moments. I don’t think there has ever been one time that I could make it nearly as long as you did. there’s 0 doubt I wouldnt have made it past the 2nd gas station, before even throwing the train into the mix 🤣
I have definitely had embarrassing moan-moments many times, so don’t feel too embarrassed. I’ve been in public before and had a kind of “secret” accident under snow clothes and I was so desperate that I completely blew my cover and let out a huge “ooOOooh!” in the middle of the sidewalk in broad daylight 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️ I  slapped my mouth so fast and felt my face flush. Thankfully nobody was around and I really don’t think anyone saw me, but I hope nobody was within earshot. and it could’ve been so much worse if I was in my neighbourhood or something