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  1. She didn’t see me right away, I was kind of off to the side. She just got here and I heard someone running down the hall. I look up and she’s got her hands on her crotch, or at least on her inner thighs, while she rushes into the bathroom. She saw me at the last second. I heard her start pissing really hard within seconds of shutting the door (I wasn’t trying to creep, I didn’t really have a choice in that moment). Talked to me when she came out, neither of us said anything about it. Not even sure if this is a significant enough experience for anyone to be interested in it lol. I thought it was cute.
  2. I wish this artist would put out a comic where she’s desperate to pee! Maybe they have, there’s so many of them. It’s cute when she gets embarrassed.
  3. Part One The ritual had been completed. I looked at my bride, standing on her own two feet, who looked back at me with a smile so pure it made me want to cry right there. I embraced her, she took her first steps, we thanked everybody, said our goodbyes, and took our leave of the harbor. I helped her out with my arm around her. “I’m seriously going to have to get used to this,” she said, stumbling along. “You’ll get it in no time,” I smiled back at her. I helped her into the wagon and we rode back to the castle. “We’ll come back to the sea sometimes, won’t we?” she asked. “Of course!” I replied, brushing her blue-green hair behind her ear, “It’s your home.” She beamed with happiness and threw her arms around me. When we got there, all of the servants were standing outside, applauding our arrival. “Is that more of your family?” she asked. “More or less. They aren’t related to us, but they work and live here. Come on, you’ve got to meet them! I’ve known them since I was born!” I helped her down. Her legs buckled and she fell into me, giggling sheepishly. We went over to the front of the steps, where everyone was waiting. “Everyone, this is Meri. The newest member of House Whitemore.” More applause. She held onto me tight. I turned to her. “Do you want to say anything?” “Oh! Umm… Well, hello,” she giggled. The rest of them cheerfully greeted her back. “I’m so happy to be welcomed here like this! I can’t wait to know you all as I start my life on land. As you probably know, I’m… from…” I didn’t know what was happening at first. She had on a white dress that reached a bit above her knees. As she trailed off, her face went from happiness to confusion. She looked down, so everyone else did too. Urine was streaming down her legs and splattering into a puddle at her bare feet. Panicked, I looked around at everyone. They were pretty shocked. “Okay, thanks everyone! Come on, Meri, let’s get you cleaned up.” I helped her up the stairs, silence weighing on our entire walk up there. “What happened to me?” she asked me, sounding more curious then upset. “I’ll explain when we get to our room, sweetheart,” I replied. “Come on, let’s…” She gasped when we entered. “It’s beautiful!” she said, stopping in her tracks. “Let’s get you cleaned up first, then let’s look around, okay?” “Okay,” she said patiently, holding onto me tightly.
  4. “Ready to go?” Bekah asked cheerfully. “I think Mackenzie’s gonna die if we wait any longer.” Mackenzie was jumping around, squirming like crazy. She had unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. “I gotta gooo…” she whined, “it’s so fucking bad… Ughhh…” “I thought we were going to wait for Sam to pick us up?” Bailey said. “We’re gonna walk in that direction. She’ll pass by and stop.” “Aw, Bekah, you smell like pee!” Mackenzie said, covering her nose. “You’re just noticing that now? Hope Sam doesn’t notice. I really didn’t have a choice, man. I still kinda have to go.” “Okay, come onnn!” Mackenzie whined, pulling her shorts up so that the fabric dug into her crotch as she started walking down the sidewalk. Bailey’s heart was still fluttering. She couldn’t believe she got away with it. How did she manage to hide holding in so much urine that she lost control? They were none the wiser. “Mmmph… I gotta go!” Mackenzie complained, pulling her pants up and staggering in her steps. “You gonna make it?” Bekah asked. “I fucking better,” some of her steps were high-knees so that she could rub her thighs together. They walked for a long time. Mackenzie’s state was only getting worse. Eventually, she stopped in her tracks to double over, her hands squeezing furiously between her legs. “You okay, Mackenzie?” asked Bailey, compassionate yet enamored. “No…” she choked. After a couple of seconds, she stood back up, though she was bent over. She paced around and kicked her legs behind her, shaking her hands. Biting her lip, she embarrassedly avoided eye contact. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. “When is Sam getting here?” she asked, her voice quivering with desperation. “She said she was about to leave when we called her,” Bekah said reassuringly. “How far are we from the pool?” “Like ten minutes.” “What if I…” she stepped around and held herself as she examined their surroundings. Cars passed by them on the road every few seconds. A somewhat busy parking lot was on the other side of them, an array of food trucks populating it. “I-I could pop a squat right here…” “What?” Bekah said incredulously, “Mackenzie, that’s a terrible idea. Look at how open everything is.” “Y-You guys could hold up your towels!” she jerked around and squirmed like crazy, shaking her hands when she wasn’t squeezing her crotch. She stuck her hands down the front of her underwear to hold herself directly. Bailey’s eyes opened wide. “Okay, okay… Let’s get past this lot. Maybe you can go by those trees up there.” “I can’t!” she exclaimed, dropping to her knee and scooting crazily into her heel. “I-I can’t make it there, I’m gonna pee!” “It’s like, forty feet away!” Bekah commented. “Ohhh…” Mackenzie winced and groaned, winced and groaned… Her squirming was frantic, her entire body trembled. She wiped tears out of her eyes. “What if you just…” Bailey proposed carefully, “took your shorts off and… went? In your bikini bottoms?” “Hnng…” she squeezed herself and lurched forward. “My bladderrr…” “She has a point, you know,” Bekah said, “I mean, look at yourself, man! You can’t possibly-“ Suddenly, Mackenzie stood up on her knees and started frantically pulling her jean shorts down. She was struggling. “T-They’re too fucking t-tight!” she stuttered. As she said it, Bailey saw a dark patch suddenly form at the crotch right before she got them down to her knees. They took the bathing suit part of the way with them, partially exposing Mackenzie’s ass. The desperate girl fell back onto her butt, pulling her shorts off of her feet while a hissing jet of urine exploded into her bikini bottoms, leaking forcefully through the fabric and pooling under her butt. “Ahh- hahhh- ohh, my fucking— ohhh…” Bailey couldn’t look away. The liquid was golden, and vast in volume. It made a small arc out of the crotch of her bikini, that’s how hard her friend was urinating. It formed a river that rapidly snaked down the sidewalk, creeping toward her feet. She almost let it get there. “Bailey, watch out!” Bekah warned. “Oh shit,” she giggled, stepping out of the way. “Feel better, Mack?” “Jesus Christ, this is better than sex…” she moaned blissfully. “You guys should’ve seen my stomach. It was poking out like crazy.”
  5. The Second One It was the end of another pee-filled workday at my parent’s store. I parked my car with my hand between my thighs, hurried up the stairs as fast as I could, and bolted to the toilet. I was desperate, but it wasn’t so urgent this time that I didn’t have time to close the door and kick off my shoes. In the same vein, I was still wholeheartedly committed to the preservation of my water bill, continuing to retain my liquid waste as I ran the shower and pulled my clothes off. Naked, I held myself as I hopped around and danced crazily, impatiently checking the water every thirty seconds or so as it crawled from ice cold to lukewarm. Suddenly, I heard my doorbell. I was confused until I got a call from my friend. I picked up. “I’m so sorry, I totally forgot!” I said, squeezing my crotch and squirming. “I’m in the shower, I’ll be right out. Use the key under the mat and make yourself at home!” The phone call ended. I straddled the wall of the tub with my legs, scooting my pussy into it like mad, until the water was barely tolerable enough for me to get in. I exploded immediately, splattering hot yellow liquid between my feet. I let out a sigh of relief, pressing my hand over my deflating organ. I was eager to finish up in there, looking forward to a night of drinking with my friend. . . . I groggily woke up on my own couch, my mouth dry and my bladder about ready to explode. I glanced at the clock. It was about ten minutes after I was supposed to be at work. I sat upright, the room still spinning a bit. “Oh, fuck!” I exclaimed, frantically pulling my pajamas off while I bolted into my room. I hopped around and held myself while I got my work clothes on. Finally, I was in the bathroom, potty dancing as I put toothpaste on my toothbrush. I sat down, loudly pissed while I brushed my teeth, then put my hair up and left. Halfway there, I realized something. I was parched. I hadn’t drank much of anything besides alcohol in the past nine hours and I needed water ASAP. This would obviously be problematic, but even as I got to the store and made a beeline for the fountain drinks, draining a big gulp filled with water like I had just completed a marathon, I had no solution in mind for the inevitable desperation I’d encounter. I wiped my mouth and sighed. It felt so good to quench my thirst. I went through another cup of water as I went through my routine and sat down behind the register. My belly was full of cold liquid. After about an hour, I started to feel it. I was worried. I’d be damned if I pee’d my pants again. It wasn’t going to happen. Today was the day I faced my aversion to the shit box outside. Either that, or I’d have to wait until it’s dark and urinate on the side of the building. Thirty minutes went by and I had been getting squirmy. I had had enough emergencies to know that the volume of liquid I’d consumed, coupled with the low amount of time it took me to consume it, a sudden spike in urgency was right around the corner. I swayed my butt side to side as I rang this customer up. The line behind him was pretty long, but it wasn’t anything unusual. As I bagged his things, it was like a gallon of liquid suddenly dropped into my already full bladder. I lurched forward a bit, pressing my thighs together as waves of discomfort radiated through me. I stood awkwardly until the last person in line was checked out, my bladder pulsing with discomfort and urgency. When everyone was gone, I pressed my fingertips into my coochie as I rushed outside. I opened the door to the porta-potty, immediately assaulted by the smell of waste and some poor attempt at odor management by a somewhat minty scent. I gagged, pulling my shirt over my nose as I stood there for a minute, holding myself and pee dancing. Balling up my fists in determination, I held my breath, rushed inside, and dropped my pants. I hovered high above the seat, straining to push my pee out. I seriously had to go, but I couldn’t get it out. I was too far out of my element. I wasn’t breathing, but it was almost like I could still smell it. The air was hot. My lungs were tightening before I even started to go and it was a dribble, at that. I had to breathe. But when I inhaled, I really thought I was going to throw up. I ended up clenching my stream (painfully, I might add), yanking my jeans up, and busting through the door, gasping for clean air while I gripped between my legs like a vice. I hopped around, grabbing at myself like crazy. I crossed my legs tight and doubled over, groaning and jerking my hips around. I can’t go in that thing again. I’m gonna have to pee outside. Which means I’m probably gonna have to wait until it got dark. Wait… Fuck. It’s currently 6:30. Close to a few hours before the sun even started to set. I really don’t think I can wait that long. I’m dying as it is… The back of the store wasn’t very private. There were adjacent businesses that could be watching me struggle to contain my pee. On that thought, I ducked into the backroom to squirm. As the extreme urinary urgency and intense discomfort in my urethra from the interruption of a urine stream somewhat subsided, I wracked my brain for an alternative way of relief. If the back room had a door, I could consider pissing into a cup. I squeezed my crotch with one hand, rubbing my thighs together with the hand that wasn’t straightening up a shelf. I was tasking myself with unnecessary things just to stay busy, desperate for a distraction. I was so uncomfortable. My bladder felt like a tight balloon ready to pop. Ding. Customers. Now I had to act casual. I steeled myself, forcing my hands to my sides as I went out to the register. While I was checking them out, I suddenly couldn’t stand still. A wave hit and I felt like a moment of stillness would make the pee squirt out of me. “You good?” he asked me. “Yeah,” I breathed anxiously, trying to force my dancing body still while my face felt hotter and hotter. I couldn’t look at him. “Haveagoodday!” blurted out before turning on my heel and booking it into the back room, where I hopped around and squeezed my crotch like a crazy person. I tossed a leg up onto the table and grinded into the corner, completely overwhelmed with desperation. I had to piss so fucking bad I couldn’t stand it. Somebody tapped the bell to let me know they’re there, as if I didn’t see them. Even in my desperate delirium, I was annoyed by it. I tried, but I was literally unable to stand idly for a while. I could not keep still to save my life. I was dying. Eventually, I was somewhat composed enough. I took a deep breath and carefully hobbled to the front. This person was the last customer in the store. As soon as they were done with, I was going to lock the door and empty my bladder into a big gulp. I was bent at the hips, my thighs squished together as tight as they could be. My bladder was bulging like crazy, stretching with my waistband to encompass the extreme volume of liquid I was struggling to contain. I was jerking my hips around in response to intense, intermittent pangs of pressure. Still, I was determined to hold it. I had to. I was too close to relief to quit now. I scanned her things one after another, my hands clearly trembling. My breath was bated. I was in so much pain. “Sweetheart, are you okay?” she asked. At this point, why lie? “I’m just about to run to the bathroom,” I chuckled anxiously, frantically bagging her things as I felt myself starting to lose composure. It felt like I was about to pee myself. Not again… I thought miserably, then shook it out of my head. I’m not gonna piss my pants. I’m not gonna pee myself. I’m gonna hold it in. I’m gonna… “You hurry along to the bathroom, now,” the lady said, turning to leave. I went to get a cup, but hesitated. I had to go to the bathroom or else this old lady was going to know I’m peeing in a cup. I went into the back room, stuffed my hands inside my underwear, and danced frantically in place. Like, ten seconds. Ten seconds and I can get a cup… It felt like I was gonna lose it. I started scanning the room for something else. Nothing other than the corner, really. I took off running, ready to not even bother to lock the door. I suddenly stopped in my tracks, yanking my hands out of my pants. Ding. A big group of teenagers. A little bit came out right there. I clutched myself in misery as I rushed back into the back room, my eyes tearing and my body trembling. My pee dance was frantic. The bulging basin of liquid inside of me was radiating agony. I didn’t know what to do. It started to come out and I stuck my hands into my pants again, pissing all over my fingers as I saturated my underwear with a four-second long leak. “Hnng…” I choked back a whine, my bladder contracting violently and with screaming urgency. My urethra was stinging badly. In probably the most desperate state I’d ever been in in my life, I took off sprinting toward the porta-potty, my hands still directly gripping my pussy. The movement made the huge volume of liquid slosh around inside my tortured bladder, overstretched and constrained uncomfortably by the waistband of my shorts. Halfway there, it started coming out and I couldn’t stop it. I squealed nervously a little, but I kept running, urine coming out in hard spurts with every step. The fabric of my shorts were darkening. Hot piss started streaming down my legs. I swung the door of the porta-potty open, but by then it was coming out full force with an audible hiss. I groaned miserably, pulling my hands out of my underwear and just letting it go. I didn’t want to go inside that thing, and now I guess I didn’t need to. “Fuck me,” I swore, spreading my legs apart a little more. I could feel my bloated bladder empty, relief spreading throughout the area, but I was too frustrated and humiliated to enjoy it. I was pissed off, too. At this store, and at myself for letting this happen again.
  6. D was the winner by a hair! Luna’s nervous little desperate movements were trumping my already questionable moral compass. I couldn’t think of anything I wanted to do more than to watch her struggle to retain a massive amount of liquid, to see her bearing the excruciating discomfort of an overfull bladder. “I wanna go to the antique store,” I said. “The antique store?” she echoed, furrowing her eyebrows. “That’s on the other side of town… Why don’t we go tomorrow or something?” “There’s just something I need to get for my friend’s birthday. We don’t have to be there for long.” I could see disappointment and annoyance on her face. “Are… you gonna be okay?” “Yeah, fine. Don’t you have to pee, too?” “Oh, I’m bursting. Come on, let’s hurry!” I walked as slowly as I could without arousing suspicion. There were a couple of times I noticed Luna’s hand move to her groin for a second, accompanied by a quiet grunt or a wince. She looked adorable. I was so preoccupied with mine and Luna’s urge to urinate that I hadn’t really noticed the mood shift until we got to the car. The walk was completely silent. “You okay?” I asked her as I turned on the car. “I have to piss bad,” she mumbled, putting her foot up on my dash to tie her shoes. “I know, me too. Okay, what if as soon as we got home, one of us took the toilet, and one of us took the sink?” “If it’s not in my pants by the time we get home, I’ll take the toilet.” Man, she was definitely mad at me. I worried for a minute that I shouldn’t be pushing it so hard, but pretty soon she was fidgeting and my focus went completely to my peripherals, where I could see her squirming and playing with her waistband. “God!” Luna repositioned herself so that she was sitting on her foot and cupping her hands over her crotch. “I have to piss so bad,” she complained as she rocked back and forth. As she said it, I felt a wave of desperation rushing through my urinary system. I squished my thighs together and moved my butt around in the seat, pulling the seatbelt away from my pee baby. “We need a distraction,” I said, turning on the radio. “You can connect to the bluetooth if you want, it’s called… Hey!” I exclaimed suddenly, pointing in the direction of a big banner. “I didn’t know they were doing that today!” “Me neither,” Luna said, jiggling her legs. “I’ve been wanting a new plant.” “Let’s go!” I turned my blinker on. I saw her look at me, then nervously bite her fingernails. She must’ve experienced a wave then because she started squirming badly, scooting around in the seat as I pulled in. As we entered the parking spot, my more shameful demons took over and I practically slammed on the brakes. The liquid inside of me sloshed uncomfortably, but at least I was prepared for it. Luna lurched forward and exclaimed. “What the fuck, dude?” she said, grabbing at herself and wriggling like crazy. “What?” I acted oblivious. “Ugh… I’m gonna go find something for the porch,” she said as she got out of the car, taking off hurriedly. A - Hurry after her! B - Do your own thing, meet up with her later. C - Find somewhere to pee where she won’t find out! D - Find somewhere to pee, but only let out a little bit. E - Find the toilets and render them useless somehow (make another video)
  7. Could you make a mini comic with Flame Princess from Adventure Time getting more and more desperate until she’s frantic, then barely making it somewhere to pop a squat?
  8. Being on someone’s friend list is the only way to view their private videos. I think most people will only accept a friend request if they want to see the private videos on your account.
  9. Part 2 It had been a long time since Izzy had indulged her secret, guilty pleasure. The last time had effectively scared her into avoiding the practice entirely. She missed it. She even saved up a bunch of pee and urinated into her sink a few times, but it wasn’t the same. She found herself at a coffee shop one day, tapping her feet and bouncing her knees off of each other while she worked on her laptop. Coffee went right through her, and she had long finished her second cup. She finished up her work and closed her computer, hurriedly slipping it into her bag and rushing to the toilets. That’s when she noticed something she’d never thought about before. The bathrooms were single person, but they were gendered. She took a cautious look around, then peeked into the men’s bathroom. A urinal, standing there in all it’s glory, beckoning her in. It was placed right next to the toilet like some kind of comparison. The choice was easy. One more look around, then she slipped inside. Izzy had to hop around, the urgency hitting high gear now that she was in such close proximity to relief. She dropped her bag, unbuttoned her pants, kicked off her shoes, and pulled her pants and underwear all the way off. Then she realized something. She had all the privacy she could want at that moment. She could take her time. She stood potty-dancing in front of the mirror for a minute. She sipped sink water from her cupped hand while her legs jiggled crazily underneath her. She pulled her shirt off and unclipped her bra, crossing her legs tight. She honestly wasn’t sure what she wanted to do with her extra time. She was simply enjoying it. While Izzy paced around, grabbing her crotch and lurching forward every few seconds, there was the sudden sound of somebody jiggling the door handle. She jumped out of her skin, nearly pissing on herself right there. Then there was a knock. “Occupied!” she called in her lowest voice, hurriedly stepping up to the urinal. Both feet planted on the ground, she spread her pussy lips. It didn’t take long for her stream to start. It began as a dribbling leak, falling annoyingly to the floor between her feet and leaking down her legs. Then, it suddenly grew to a hissing jet. It messily splattered into the urinal, light splashback gently coming back at her and pattering against her thighs. Relieved, she sighed as quietly as she could, giggling to herself a little. It felt like she was revisiting an old, favorite video game. She moved her hips to spray her stream from side to side like she was putting out a fire. Just for shits and giggles, taking even further advantage of her privacy, she suddenly clenched her stream short, grabbing her dribbling crotch as soon as she’d stopped peeing all the way. “Mmph! Nnh-“ she whimpered to herself, finding the task considerably more difficult than it seemed in theory. She bent over and bobbed her butt up and down, her urethral muscles screaming at her to continue. As soon as she was back in position, she was pissing hard immediately. She gasped at the sensation of resuming like that. It hissed on for about thirty more seconds before tapering off. She waddled over to the toilet paper roll, dripping onto the floor on the way over, and wiped her privates dry. She sat down on the toilet to catch her breath, lightly drumming her fingers between her legs. She’d forgotten what a thrill it was. Still, she felt like there was something… missing. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She got dressed and left. The man waiting outside the door did not look pleased. “This is the men’s bathroom,” he told her. “Didn’t you notice the urinal?” She looked back inside. “Man, I didn’t even see that.”
  10. Yes! I appreciate your input! I will work on some steadier pacing in future installments, especially because I’d like to write some more detail in the actual urinal scenes. ️️️️️ Unequivocally! Thanks so much! Thanks!
  11. It was deep in the recesses of my notes app. Thanks for reminding me, I finished it up and posted it under “Izzy’s Into Urinals.”
  12. Izzy found herself at the skate park every other day. She liked to skate, but it was only partially the reason she frequented the park. She would only go there at an odd time, a time where there wouldn’t be too many people. It was a pretty small park, with a public restroom off to the side. She’d skate around and hit the water fountains every time she’d pass by it. On top of that, she wouldn’t pee all day. By the time she had a pretty large amount of urine saved up, she’d make her way to the toilets, go in the men’s room, and relieve herself into the urinal. It was a bizarre fascination she had. Izzy wasn’t quite sure why she found the act so alluring, but she did it all the time, sometimes even stopping there twice in one day. One day, she was skating around bursting for a wee, still sipping from the water fountain pretty frequently. Every time she came back, she pushed herself a little further to hold it longer, pee a little more. It was really hard to keep her balance and focus on the board, but she was doing alright. Stumbling here and there, but composed for the most part, despite her aching urge to urinate. One trick was a little too risky. She ended up falling on her butt, squirting a little bit of pee out as she made contact with the ground. She gasped, gripping between her legs and freezing still for a moment, her peehole stinging. She hurriedly got up, grabbed her board and her crotch, and ran on foot into the men’s bathroom. She kicked her shorts and underwear all the way off, lifted one leg and rested her foot against the wall, spread her pussy a little, and was pissing hard before she was entirely ready. She sighed and dropped her head back, relief radiating in waves through her privates. She smirked and bit her lip, admiring the act. From the pressure of her stream against the back of the urinal, she was confident she’d have some distance if she tried. Her stream, although it was strong, went on for about a minute before tapering off. Without wiping, she hurriedly got her shorts back on and took her leave. The next morning, she woke up with an unusually full bladder. She decided to take advantage of it and go straight to the skate park. She sucked down a capri-sun on the ride there, the urgency of her need teetering on desperation. When she got there, her heart dropped a little. She was already ready to use the urinal, maybe a few minutes more of waiting, but there was a group of three or four boys riding around. She acted casual, minding her own business, but she really needed to relieve herself. After about twenty minutes, she was agitated. She didn’t even feel like skating, she just wanted to pee. Liquid was sloshing around inside her with every kick. By this point, she was seriously busting to pee, pulling her shorts up every chance she got to press the fabric against her crotch. She kept it simple, worried that another crash might make her have an accident in front of this group of guys. After another ten minutes, she was dying. She rode behind something where they couldn’t see her, stepped off the board, and cupped her hands over her crotch, dancing on the spot. She doubled over and winced, swaying her butt side to side and crossing her legs. She was pretty sure she was going to have to cut her losses and go to the women’s room. She hopped around for a minute and shook her wrists, waiting for the wave to pass, then got back on the board, ready to ride to the toilet to boringly use her gender’s bathroom. As she emerged from behind the ramp, she didn’t see the boys anywhere. What luck! She held herself as she rode over to it at mach speed, letting her board roll into the grass as she bolted into the men’s room. Izzy jumped around like a crazy person as she frantically yanked her button loose, already leaking before her shorts were below her knees. As they fell to her ankles, she thrusted her hips forward and pulled her pussy lips up and apart, allowing her stream to spray forcefully into the basin in front of her. She couldn’t help but moan from the euphoria she felt, spreading through her body as she drained her swollen, overfilled bladder. Her shoulders rose and fell from her heavy breathing, the corners of her mouth curling with titillation. Maybe next time, she’d be able to pee even more. “Whoa…” the word startled her so badly her entire body jumped. A male voice from the entrance. Her stream was cut short pretty quickly, but not before it splattered down her legs and into her underwear and shorts. She frantically yanked them up, stumbling into a stall and avoiding eye contact completely. She sat down on the toilet and cupped her hands over her mouth, utterly shocked and mortified. Her face was hot with embarrassment. Izzy had never felt so humiliated. She could never come to this skate park again. She listened to him urinate and wash his hands. After he was done, though, he didn’t leave right away. What the hell is he doing? she thought, You did your business, now get out of here already! “Hey, uh…” he suddenly started to say. Izzy practically gasped. “I hope you know I’m not judging you or anything. I didn’t even see your face, really…” She held her breath. There was no way in hell she was going to respond. “I just wanted to say, I’m here around this time every week. Sometimes more, but this is always my day off so…” He sounded nervous. “If you ever wanted a lookout.” Izzy didn’t know if she heard him right. “I’m not, like, trying to look at you when you do it, that’s not what I mean!” he awkwardly added, “like, I’d face the doorway and make sure the coast is clear. No looking your way when you do it… Even though, like, I kind of already saw everything…” She buried her face in her hands, cringing hard. Please leave. Please leave. “Think of me as like, offering my services. To you and anyone else who might walk in on you. Man, I could’ve been anybody. Maybe you don’t want to tell anyone that you do this, but you can’t just…” He paused. “Again, I’m not judging you at all, I just don’t want the wrong person to walk in and see you like that.” She heard his footsteps receding. She felt like crying, but she was in such disbelief that she just kind of sat there. Noticing the aching urge to pee still pulsing away inside her, she pulled her shorts down and finished urinating, taking the opportunity to dry some of her leakage with some toilet tissue.
  13. I’m so glad you’re enjoying it With her luck so far… Part 3 I was able to enjoy the rest of the show. The dull ache in my full bladder was only slightly distracting, but I was already squirming and jiggling my legs by the time it ended. “Ready, guys?” I asked. I was eager to leave that crazy venue. “Nah, let’s hang out for a minute!” said Jordan. “I just wanna get a drink. There isn’t a place like this back home. Plus I gotta pee.” “Me too,” Sandra said, then turned to me and Riley. “You guys just went, right? You wanna head to the bar and we’ll meet you?” I clenched my teeth. Me and Riley went downstairs and found much more extensive seating than I was expecting. We chose a booth and received similar cards to the ones we got in the stage area, little pencils and checkboxes and all. “Should I order shots?” Riley asked me. “If you want,” I said, crossing my legs. “Would you take some with me?” “I kinda wanna get this strawberry daiquiri,” I checked the box for it and crossed my legs the other way. “That didn’t answer my question,” she smirked. “Yes, I’ll do some shots with you, Riley.” “Yesss,” she checked the box. I noticed her print 12 under the quantity. “Whoa, how many did you put?” I asked, leaning forward. “Well, I know Jordan’ll want some. I figured four each…” “Are we trying to get sloshed?” “I dunno,” she giggled. “Well, you can have some of mine,” I said, changing my sitting position again. I was starting to have to go pretty urgently again, but there was no way in hell I was going back into those restrooms. Sandra and Jordan returned from the bathroom and we received our drinks, all the while I was trying to contain my fidgeting. “You guys got shots?” Sandra said, sounding disappointed. “Dude, you couldn’t wait to hit the hard stuff until we got to the hotel? I feel left out.” “I’ll drive the next trip we take,” Jordan said, pinching her cheek as she reached for a shot. “My stomach really hurts from that popcorn,” Riley said. “But do I care?” I finished my daiquiri and took a total of two shots, enough to get the room spinning. I’m not sure how much Riley had, but she was by far the drunkest out of all of us. My urge to urinate increased gradually over the course of the night, accelerated considerably by my intake of alcohol. I was scooting back and forth in my seat, sweating and eager to get to the hotel and relieve myself. “We ready to go?” I asked. “I wanna get something else,” Riley slurred, closing one eye and reading the card. “Aw, come on, man, I wanna drink too!” Sandra replied, “I hate being DD. Let’s just go to the hotel already.” I looked at Jordan. “How many shots did you take?” “I only took one,” she said. “Jeez, Riley, you’re nine shots deep already! Let’s fucking go!” Sandra and Jordan stepped out of the booth. Riley dropped her head on the table and giggled. “Why are you mad?” “I’m not mad, I just wanna go to the hotel,” I was writhing and jiggling, my bladder pulsing with pressure. I reached the height of a wave of desperation as I was waiting for her to get up, struggling to keep myself from grabbing my crotch. She finally got up when Sandra grabbed her by the arm and helped her to the car at a painfully slow pace. I potty danced the entire drive there. When we finally pulled into the hotel, I was just about ready to piss myself. I frantically stumbled out of the car and paced around, shaking my hands at my sides and taking deep breaths. “Come onnn…” I begged, bending over and leaning on my knees. They were getting their stuff out of the car at a snail’s pace. My bladder was really full and sensitive. I could feel my waistband mercilessly pressing into it, smushing my tender pee baby. I grabbed mine and Riley’s stuff, a backpack and a suitcase, and rushed ahead of them to the front desk while they took their time. “Can I help you?” the desk lady asked me. I was fidgeting around, swaying my butt side to side. “Uh, one of my friends booked a hotel room, they’re about to be here.” They took forever to get there, then even longer to check in. I couldn’t keep still in the elevator. I was so embarrassed, but if I quit stepping around and squishing my thighs together I knew I was going to piss my pants. With the severity of my discomfort, I was almost weighing the pros and cons of that possibility. It was once again starting to cause me pain to hold it in. “I think I’m gonna throw up,” Riley said suddenly. “What? In here?” Sandra sounded alarmed. “I don’t know.” “Holy fuck,” Jordan started laughing. As soon as the elevator doors opened, Sandra had my sister by the hand and was guiding her to the room. Once she unlocked the door, the two went straight to the bathroom. Riley hunched over the toilet bowl while Sandra held her hair back. I stood in the doorway, ready to cry. I was holding my crotch at this point and kicking around, my extremely full bladder howling with urgency. It hurt. Jordan gently shoulder bumped me. “Why don’t you just take the sink?” she said. “I can’t do that!” I replied, hurriedly taking my hands out from between my legs. I balled them into fists at my sides, stepping side to side. Suddenly, Sandra was in front of me. “Take care of your sister, please? I’m gonna get a drink.” The way she said it made me angry. I never asked her to take care of my sister. Busting to pee, I shut the bathroom door and sat on the side of the tub, right next to Riley. I held myself and gyrated my hips, digging the edge of the tub into my crotch. Riley hadn’t thrown up, but she was groaning over the bowl. I unbuttoned my pants. “Hey, Riley, I have to go really bad, can I just use the toilet real quick? It’ll be so quick.” She didn’t reply. Her eyes were closed, her face scrunched up in discomfort. “P-please…” I said, sticking my hand in my underwear and squeezing tight, bouncing on my butt. “I really don’t think I can wait much longer… Riley, please, it hurts.” “My stomach hurts…” she mumbled. “I know, I’m sorry, I just…” I winced, my tortured organ screaming to be drained. My urethra was so exhausted. A wave of pain and urgency wracked my urinary system. “Mmmph! It-it’s an emergency…” I held my breath, letting out a choked squeak. “It’s really bad…” I waited a minute, squirming in agony. Still, there was no relief for me or my sister. I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. My hands stuck in my pants squeezing my privates , I hobbled over to the sink, dropped my pants, and pulled myself up. Again, finding myself so far out of my comfort zone, I could barely pee. I started dribbling after an agonizing couple of minutes, my hand gently applying pressure to my bulging, screaming bladder. I was forcing myself to take deep breaths, trying any meditative thing I could think of to keep the flow going. Suddenly, Jordan busted into the bathroom. I frantically hopped off the sink and yanked my pants up, having gotten barely any urine out. The crotch of my underwear got saturated again. “What the hell is taking you guys so long?” she slurred. “I gotta piss like a racehorse!” Sandra was standing in the doorway giggling. I thought I was going to start crying right there. Bent over, I held my crotch tight, unable to think about anything other than the unbearable pounding in my bursting bladder. “Riley, if you still haven’t ralphed yet, you’re probably not going to,” Jordan said, pushing her to the side a little. “Please move, I gotta pee.” “Just give her a minute!” I said, trembling from head to toe in desperation. If anyone was going to kick my sister off the can to piss, it was going to be me. Jordan looked down at my legs, which were crossing and uncrossing like crazy. “Holy shit, you’re still holding it!?” she laughed. “Stoppp!” I groaned, forcing myself to stop holding my crotch. I stormed out of the bathroom and curled up in a fetal position on the bed, doing math in my head in a desperate attempt to distract myself. Pretty soon, I couldn’t even do that. I was whining and grunting, writhing around on the bed while tears streamed down my face. I punched the mattress with the hand that wasn’t gripping my crotch. I bit the bedsheet and pulled on it in frustration and discomfort, my bloated belly swollen with way too much urine. It hurt so bad, I couldn’t take it. I wanted to piss myself. The searing agony I was enduring was practically blinding. I don’t think I’ve ever needed to pee so badly in my entire life as I did at that moment. I stuck both of my hands in my underwear and squeezed my vagina as tight as I could. In the end, all my struggling was for nothing. I felt myself start uncontrollably leaking, rapidly strengthening to a full-on stream jetting against my hands and saturating my pants with hot urine. I gasped, horrified, leaping off the bed and sprinting into the bathroom, unable to stop. Everything was a blur. Someone was sitting on the toilet when I ran in, so I frantically stumbled into the bathtub. I was crying and humiliated, but the bliss of draining my tortured bladder was overwhelming. I couldn’t help but let out a moan, my knees buckling a little, urinating hard into my pants. My pants were absolutely soaked. Golden liquid splattered against the floor if the tub, puddling and streaming into the drain. As I blinked some of the tears out of my eyes, still pissing myself, I looked up at everyone. My sister was passed out on the floor. Jordan was sitting on the toilet, mouth agape and eyes wide watching me, and Sandra had her hands cupped over her mouth. I’d never felt such embarrassment. My body froze up in shame, stemming the flow and once again leaving me with an aching bladder and a burning peehole.
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