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  1. Lauren had a rough camping trip. The Drive Includes: Desperation, heavy leaking, toilet denial It was well-known among her friend group that she was unusually prone to bathroom emergencies, though she’d never had an accident in front of them. So when she was begging them to pull over, they weren’t very hasty to take care of it. “Please, I’m about to pee myself,” she pleaded, holding her crotch and scooting in the seat. “You always say that!” said Natalia, the driver. She hesitated, squirming and squeezing herself. “So what?” “I think you’re just being dramatic.” “I’m not! I have to pee really really bad!” They continued to ignore her for a long time. She was telling the truth. Her bladder was so full it was starting to hurt. “I really have to gooo…” she whined, crossing her legs tightly and rocking back and forth. They hit a pot hole, causing liquid to crash against the stretched-thin walls of her bladder. “Ohhh…” she groaned, sticking her hand between her legs. “Chill, dude,” Natalia said, making the other girls laugh. Lauren’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Please pull overrr…” she begged. “We only have like thirty minutes left! We’re like, about to be there.” “I won’t make it! Ahh, I can’t hold it…” she pulled the waistband of her basketball shorts away from her swollen belly. “Do you really need us to pull over again?” Janine asked from the passenger seat. “Yessss,” Lauren whined, holding herself and jiggling her legs. “I’m sorry.” Natalia sighed. “Hold on,” she said, taking an exit. “Mmmph!” she groaned, writhing around on the seat. She winced in discomfort, punching her leg in frustration. “Okay hurry,” she said as she pulled into a parking lot. Lauren leapt out of the car and ran shamelessly into the building. “Where’s your bathroom?” she asked frantically, holding herself and dancing around. “It’s on the side of the building,” the guy replied, giving her a weird look. She ran outside, peeing a little as she pushed the door open. She whimpered, gripping her crotch as she ran, but the movement was badly jostling her screaming bladder. It started to come out as she approached the door, fast enough to leak down her leg as she got there. She was full-on pissing during the desperate sprint to the toilet. Without even shutting the door, she yanked her shorts down and was powerfully urinating before she even sat down, splattering a bit onto the ground and the seat. “Ooh, fuck,” she muttered, examining her ruined panties as urine jetted into the toilet water and splattered loudly in the bowl. She pulled them off after her stream stopped and threw them away. She wiped her legs and her pussy and pulled her shorts back on, fully commando.
  2. Lauren had a rough camping trip. First Day It was well-known among her friend group that she was unusually prone to bathroom emergencies, though she’d never had an accident in front of them. So when she was begging them to pull over, they weren’t very hasty to take care of it. “Please, I’m about to pee myself,” she pleaded, holding her crotch and scooting in the seat. “You always say that!” said Natalia, the driver. She hesitated, squirming and squeezing herself. “Yeah? So what?” “I think you’re just being dramatic.” “I’m not! I have to pee really really bad!” They continued to ignore her for a long time. She was telling the truth. Her bladder was so full it was starting to hurt. “I really have to gooo…” she whined, crossing her legs tightly and rocking back and forth. “Mmmph!” she groaned, writhing around on the seat. “Okay hurry,” she said, pulling into a parking lot. Lauren leapt out of the car and ran shamelessly into the building. “Where’s your bathroom?” she asked frantically, holding herself and dancing around. “It’s on the side of the building,” the guy replied, giving her a weird look. She ran outside, peeing a little as she pushed the door open. She whimpered, gripping her crotch as she ran, but the movement was badly jostling her screaming bladder. It started to come out as she approached the door, fast enough to leak down her leg as she got there. She was full-on pissing during the desperate sprint to the toilet. Without even shutting the door, she yanked her shorts down and was powerfully urinating before she even sat down, splattering a bit onto the ground and the seat. Second day The only place the girls could relieve themselves was the semi-public woodland area (not an option for most of them, including Lauren), and the watering hole at which they were to go swimming. She went to sleep with a full bladder. Third day “Are we going to go to the lake soon?” Lauren asked pleadingly, stepping around as she did so. “We were gonna wait until after we ate,” Natalia replied. “Most of us don’t really have to go.” “I have to go! I have to go bad!” They looked at each other. “I mean, I have to go too,” Natalia continued, “it won’t be that long.” Lauren hugged a pillow while she watched TV with them, waiting for breakfast. She wriggled in the seat, her morning pee sitting heavily in her swollen bladder. “I can’t wait!” she squeaked, jumping up from her seat and bolting down the path, both hands between her legs. All of the liquid was sloshing around with each passing step. “Ooh… Ahhh… *wince* Ahh f-fuck! Ohh…”
  3. The First One The next day, I was working by myself from noon to close. I intentionally avoided too many liquids on days that I worked, except for the monster that gets me through the day. I took one last pee before I left. I stood in the mirror and put my curly orange hair up in a messy bun, then headed over there. My first inkling of an urge to urinate came at about 5:00. It was dull, barely noticeable. I cracked open my energy drink and finished it by 6:30. Some more time passed and I got bored. I decided to have a snack, and I got a slushie to go with it. My better instincts told me I shouldn’t, but I thought it’d be better than being thirsty all night. An hour and a half went by and it had more than caught up with me. My bladder had filled to a pretty uncomfortable degree. It being pretty slow, I was sat on a bucket by the door, jiggling my crossed legs. The door opened, jingling a bell above it. I got up and stood at the counter, dancing subtly. “That it for you?” I asked, as a couple of guys dropped some snacks on the counter. “Marlboro Reds, too, please,” one of them said. As I walked over to get it, a wave of urgency hit me and I stuck my butt out a bit, pressing my thighs together. Since I was facing away from them, I winced quietly, then tried to look as casual as I could going back over to them. I sighed as they left, putting a hand between my legs to press on my crotch and play with my waistband. Time dragged on and on. I wandered aimlessly around the store, trying to distract myself. If I had to, I would’ve put myself at an 8/10, a 10 being my absolute maximum capacity. By the time 9:00 came around, I was dying. My stomach poked out like I’d swallowed a melon. “Ughh…” I groaned as I crossed my legs and bent over a little, rubbing my belly. I was really uncomfortable. I needed to pee in a toilet so badly. It was beginning to become impossible not to show any signs of how badly I needed to pee when customers came in. Most people just seemed a little annoyed when I was short and distant, if they seemed anything at all. When I was ringing this lady up and it felt like it was suddenly going to squirt out, I lurched forward for a second before forcing myself upright, pressing my thighs together and squirming around. She looked at me like I was crazy. I told her her total and bit my lip as she slowly counted out the change. I leaned against the counter and forced my legs apart, holding my breath and trying to seem like I wasn’t holding in enough pee to fill a swimming pool. When she left, I started marching around, retreating to the back where I could writhe and squirm openly. A wave came and I started hopping around, squeezing my pussy. That’s when another customer came in. I groaned inwardly and went out there, stepping around behind the counter as casually as I could. “Do you need to go to the bathroom?” they asked me as I rang them up. “I’m just bored,” I laughed, my cheeks turning red. It got to a point where it was less of coming in waves and more of a constant, unwavering sensation of pressure and discomfort. I decided I couldn’t sit down anymore. I got up and paced (or more accurately, hobbled) with my hands cradling my swollen bladder, sometimes taking a second to stand there squirming. I went to the front and leaned against the counter. I was writhing my hips around with my legs crossed and my tensed thighs squished tightly together, taking deep, careful breaths so as to not increase the pressure on my bulging urinary organ. It was already being constricted by the waistband of my jeans. I couldn’t believe how badly I needed to urinate. I couldn’t stand it. A really small amount of urine leaked out. “Nnngh-!” I whined, squeezing my pussy as the urge to urinate hit an all-time high intensity. “Hnn…!” I squeezed my vagina and frantically squirmed on the spot. I didn’t notice how badly I was sweating until I wiped my forehead. I glanced at the clock. There were only twenty more minutes until 10:00, closing time when I was lucky. I decided closing early wouldn’t annoy my parents too badly. Plus, I was about to explode. I started walking gingerly over to the door, bent at the hips to avoid squishing my severely distended bladder. Every step was a pang of discomfort. When I was almost there, a group of inebriated, obnoxious college kids came in, talking and laughing, in no kind of rush to get their things and leave. I felt like crying. I acted like I was fixing something on the shelf, then shuffled my way to the back where no one could see me double over and hold myself. “Fffffuck…” I was frozen until it almost came spurting out. I gasped and jerked my ass out, grabbing madly at my crotch. I whimpered and I stuck my hands down the front of my pants, squeezing my vagina and rubbing my thighs together like a cricket. I peed a little directly into my hands, this time enough to wet the crotch of my underwear and make it warm. “Mmmph!” I whined, gripping myself for dear life, frantically trying to keep all the liquid inside of me contained. My urethra was full of urine, barely held in by my fingers digging into me. I was beginning to seriously consider that porta-potty, but right as the thought popped into my head, I heard someone at the counter. I took a deep breath and steeled myself. When I took my hands out of my underwear, my body released that last bit of urine and wet my underwear even more. I could feel it spreading to my butt. I was too nervous to check the damage. Bent over, I wiped my hands off on a roll of paper towels and stiffly went up to the front. I usually do, but I didn’t say anything to the customer as I rang their things up. I was in pain. The walls of my bladder were being stretched way past my limit. I decided as soon as I was done taking care of this customer, I’d give the porta-potty a chance. “Are you alright?” he asked me. His friends were all around him. My cheeks felt hot. “Y-yeah!” I lied, unable to keep my legs from dancing around below me. I was trembling from head to toe. I couldn’t untense my urethra, thighs, or my ass. My bladder was about to explode. “I can wait if you want to run to the bathroom,” he said, making a couple of his friends chuckle. I wanted to die. There were five of them in total, most of which seemed to have things to buy. I finished the first one, but the second guy had even more to buy. I was so uncomfortable and frustrated that I could feel tears coming. I wiped them off before they left my eyes. As I counted out the second person’s change, a bit of urine trickled out of my straining, burning urethra for a couple of seconds. I couldn’t choke back the whimper I made as I lurched forward, almost dropping the money and holding myself. It took everything I had not to squeeze my crotch right there. I couldn’t remember a time when I needed to piss so badly. I was absolutely dying. “Hey, we can put all our stuff on one card to make it go quicker,” one person said, putting their things on the counter. “Yo, I can’t afford that!” “I’ll pay you back,” they muttered. I was so embarrassed I couldn’t even say anything. I was holding my breath, trying to get them out of there as fast as I could before I sprinted behind the building. Hell, at this point, I would piss behind a bush. “T-thirty one- s-seventy…” I stuttered. As they stuck the card in the chip reader, urine started to trickle out of me. I locked my legs together and jolted my hips around, trying to hold myself together while I stemmed the stream, but it wasn’t stopping. As the liquid started to spread down my thighs, I stuck my hands between my thighs and squeezed my vagina, writhing on the spot. It wasn’t enough. It grew to a hiss, rapidly darkening the crotch of my tight, pale blue jeans, streaking dark and obviously down my inner legs. “Nnnooo—!” I whined, twisting up like a pretzel as it dripped from my pants, pooling at my feet. They were all watching me, shocked. “Brooo…” one of them said, grabbing their things and leaving. “Please don’t tell the name of the store to anyone you tell about this…” I said quietly, urine pattering to the floor. “There aren’t a lot of people who work here.” Most of them laughed uncomfortably. One of them said “I wasn’t going to tell anybody.” I was left standing there, bright red in the face, emptying my overfull bladder into my pants. Even though I wasn’t able to fully drain myself into my pants, there was so much liquid. It spread from the huge puddle beneath me into the back room. I walked stiffly in my squelching shoes over to the door, which I locked and flipped the OPEN sign on. I mopped up my pee and skipped the nightly routine, taking a bunch of paper towels from the bathroom to sit on while I drove home. I held myself almost the whole way, my tired urethra not happy with holding in my bladder any longer. It was a cold, wet walk to my apartment. I closed the door behind me and went straight to the bathroom, where I ran the shower and stripped naked. I stood there holding my crotch and dancing, determined to save water like I usually was when I took a shower. As soon as the water was finally warm enough, I got in and opened the floodgates, finally completely emptying my tortured bladder. I sighed, leaning my head against the wall. I wanted to forget that day.
  4. Introduction I swayed from side to side as I rang the last customer up, trying my best to hide my desperation. “Thanks, come again,” I gave him a smile and leaned my weight against the counter, crossing my legs tightly. As soon as he was out the door, I rushed over and flipped the open sign to close. There weren’t a lot of things I liked about working at my parent’s store, but there were two things I sincerely despised: the undetermined hours (I have to stay there as long as there are customers), and the lack of a useable toilet. I squished my thighs together as I pulled the mop out of the bucket. “Mom, can you please close up for me?” I asked her as she got her things ready to leave. “Please, I have to pee so bad!” “First of all, Amber, there’s a perfectly fine porta-potty behind the building. I don’t understand the problem you have with it.” I groaned. “Second, we can’t go switching our days all the time. It screws up the books or something. Let your father know when you want to leave early and he’ll get it done. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I was left pee-dancing as I mopped the floor, squeezing between my legs every few seconds. Desperate to leave, I did everything half-assed like most every day I worked there, and squirmed the whole drive home. I was busting so bad by the time I got to my apartment complex that I was sweating. I ran up the stairs, jerked my hips around and squeezed my crotch as I stuffed the key in the lock, then dropped my things on the floor next to my open front door as I ran to the toilet. I started pissing while I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, releasing a torrent before my ass even made contact with the seat. “Ooh…!” I moaned, my swollen bladder deflating as I released hours of pent up liquid. As I urinated, I touched the soggy crotch of my underwear and surveyed the damage. It wasn’t terrible. A little bit had trickled down my thigh. I’d leaked more in laughing fits.
  5. Chloe was riding to class on her pennyboard, her skirt waving in the wind and her morning pee sloshing heavily around in her bladder with every kick. The lecture was going to be long, but she missed the bus and would've been late if she took the time to use the bathroom before she left. She popped a mint in her mouth as she rode through the campus, putting the penny board in her bag as she walked through the doors. She sat down in her seat and was moving her butt around within minutes, discomfort pulsing away in her lower belly. Despite this, she finished the entirety of the coffee-filled hydroflask before the lecture was even halfway over. As time dragged on, the aching from her urinary system grew more and more intense until she was fighting the urge to do a full-blown potty dance in her chair. It was distracting for sure, but her mind was on something else. She was going to ask out the cute girl who sat behind her. She did it in the form of a note she childishly passed to her. It was a simple one: Hey Summer! Would you want to meet up after class and go to a movie? Her heart was racing as she waited for a response. She didn't dare look back until she felt a tap on her shoulder. She took her note back and read it. I don't have time for a movie because I have to work... If we hurry over to the diner after class, I might have enough time for a bite to eat? Chloe's heart was racing. She was so excited she could cry. She turned around and gave her a smile, which was promptly returned. She felt like she was going to melt. She had to pee so badly by the time class ended that she was sweating. She pulled her bag onto her lap to get her things together, discreetly giving herself a squeeze underneath. "We can take my car," Summer suddenly said next to her, nearly making her jump. Her hand quickly left her crotch, though she really wanted to hold herself. "I know you ride your skateboard or whatever that is. I'm parked by the field." Chloe smiled, though her heart dropped a little. The field was pretty far away, which meant she had to compose herself throughout the entire walk there. Her bladder was full of a lot of piss, but the last thing she wanted to do was hold Summer up by running to the bathroom. "Cool. What kinda car you drive?" she asked, standing up. From her urinary system came a bit more pressure. "It's an oldie," she chuckled as they left the classroom. "Nothing cool." It was almost only thing Chloe could think about. Her howling urge to urinate was impossible to ignore. She wanted to focus on holding it in, but she wanted to talk with Summer more. When she wasn't talking, she was holding her breath from the stress and discomfort. She walked stiffly the entire way until they finally reached a beat up pickup truck. When Summer turned the ignition, the car violently rumbled to life, the seats shaking mechanically. It jostled Chloe's bladder in a terrible way. "Sorry, it's a little loud!" Summer said. She patted the dashboard. "She's old." It was even worse when she was driving. It felt like there were no shocks at all on the vehicle. Every bump on the road was an uncomfortable jolt. Liquid sloshed around against the taut walls of Chloe's overstretched organ, begging for relief in the form of desperate pangs of pressure. Summer wasn't the smoothest driver, either. She was honestly impressed with her ability to stay composed. Years of almost constant urine retention must have sharpened her holding skills, she thought, and her limit was honestly probably further than she currently gauged it. Sure, accidents happened, but at the end of the day, she's in perfect control of her own body. Summer suddenly leapt out of the seat. "Oh fuck! Is it that late!? Oh my god, I don't even have time to change!" She looked up at Chloe, guilt and panic stricken. "Is-is this too far for you to ride home? I don't know where you live... I can still give you a ride if you need it--" "No, no, it's all good! It's not that far." It was over twice the distance of the trek to the school. She squished her thighs together. "Are you sure? I'm so sorry!" A particularly urgent wave rocked her urinary system. She fought the urge to jolt her body and hold herself, and she almost lost. Her voice sounded a little strained as she said "don't worry about it. I like riding around town on that thing." Summer smiled. "Thanks. I gotta go, but this was a lot of fun!" she threw down much more than what her food cost and rushed out of the diner. Chloe's heart was pounding with excitement. When the check was paid, she got up and shuffled carefully to the counter. "Excuse me, where's your bathroom?" she asked, trying not to look too pleading. "It's out of order, I'm sorry," the waitress replied. She swallowed. "That's okay," she said. She went outside, leaning on her hands on her knees and taking a deep breath before heading home. Chloe needed to urinate so fucking badly. She froze as urine squirted out of her for about four harrowing seconds, liquid dribbling down her legs and blowing off in beads behind her. She winced and steeled herself, squeezing her hands into fists and wincing until the stream stopped. The discomfort was unbearably intense. It felt like her bladder was physically squeezing, trying to force the urine out into her underwear. The poor girl was in agony. She rushed inside and slammed the front door behind her, not even noticing her sister on the couch. She busted into the bathroom, feeling herself starting to lose control. Not bothering to lock the door, she lifted her skirt and jumped onto the toilet in one frantic motion, immediately letting go into her white undies. She exploded into the already damp fabric. "Hnngh! Ohhh fuck..." she moaned in almost a whisper.
  6. Carly stepped from side to side, rain flowing down the sides of her umbrella and pattering to the ground, soaking her shoes and ankles. She impatiently knocked on the door again. Despite having a full bladder, she was parched, and wanted to get a drink before starting her walk home. Her friend opened the door. "You're still here?" she asked. "I thought you were..." "I am, but I'm super thirsty!" she said. "Can I come get a drink? And use your bathroom real quick?" "You're soaking wet! I'll just get it for you," she said. She was back in a minute with the biggest water bottle Carly had ever seen. "Dude, this thing is huge!" she said. "My parents take them on hikes. Let me know when you get home! I'll see you tomorrow." With that, she started walking. At first, she thought there was no way there was enough room in her stomach for all the liquid in the water bottle, but before she was even halfway home, it was completely drained and she had disposed of it in a neighbor's trashbin. By that point, her urge to urinate had intensified enough so that she was walking with a purpose instead of the liesurely stroll she maintained up until then. The water went through her pretty quickly. It wasn't long until the sensation was urgently pulsing with every step she took. If it weren't for the walking, she would've been doing a potty dance. When she finally got to her house, she was seriously busting. She couldn't wait to unbutton her jeans; the waistband was digging badly into her swollen bladder. She pressed her fingertips firmly into her crotch and winced as she rushed to the door, yanking the doorknob. Locked. She huffed in frustration, stepping around and jerking her legs like crazy as she felt up her pockets. When she didn't find the key, she put the umbrella down and let herself get rained on as she turned them out, frantically searching. "Fuck..." she muttered, realization washing over her. She had left her house key all the way at her friend's house. She picked up the umbrella and knocked loudly on the door, squeezing herself between the legs as she waited. She was pretty sure nobody was home, but what other choice did she have? When nobody answered, she rushed to the backdoor. Her hand stayed wedged between her thighs the entire run there. The backdoor was locked, too, but she had the privacy to stick her hand down the front of her pants and hold her bare pussy for a minute as she wriggled around. She decided to stay in the backyard so she didn't have to feel so self-conscious about squirming and dancing. She took out her phone and called her sister. It took two tries. "Are you home?" "No, I'm at Kate's." Carly was at least somewhat relieved. Kate was just up the street from her. "Can you please come home? I'm locked out, I'm freezing, and I'm about to piss my pants." Her sister groaned. "Dude, come on." "Please! I really need to get inside! I'm dying out here!" "I'll be home in a bit," she said, annoyed. "Thank you so much--" she started to say, but the phone cut off. She paced around as she waited for her sister. Carly was really uncomfortable. Time dragged on and her desperate need to piss started to become the only thing she could think about. After a while, her bladder was so full it was driving her crazy. Nothing she did could lessen the intense discomfort she felt from her screaming urinary system. She couldn't even stand up straight. Sitting down squished it even worse. One trembling hand held the umbrella while the other was in her underwear, squeezing her vagina. "Mmmmph..." she groaned, doubling over. The poor girl felt like she was about to cry. On top of that, there was pouring rain all around her. It was torture. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jean shorts, sighing in relief as her bulging bladder was given room to distend. She put one leg over the railing of the porch (nearly leaking as she lifted it up) and grinded her crotch into it, straining to keep it all in. Her sister should be there any minute. She cringed as she buttoned up her jeans, squeezing her bursting urinary organ, then she hobbled to the front yard to wait. She was unable to stay still, but did her absolute best at keeping herself from completely humiliating herself with a desperate, frantic dance in her front yard. She waited and waited and waited, struggling her way through intense signals of extreme urgency.
  7. Anyone know of any Snuppa videos out there where she undresses, or teases us with a glimpse of something?
  8. I woke up early one morning to my usual alarm: a full bladder. The familiar swell of morning urine was visible by a bump in the waistband of my baby blue panties. I was so tired, but I managed to roll out of bed and stumble into the hallway. "Hey, Felicity," my roommate greeted as she entered the bathroom. I shyly covered my chest, wearing only a white tank top. "Hey," I mumbled back as she shut the door. My hand went to my crotch as the sensation started to get to me. I retreated into my room and threw on a big, black t-shirt. I wasn't going to get completely dressed since I usually went back to bed after I pee'd for the first time. I sat on the edge of my bed, squirming and pinching at my crotch. I could hear the patter of my roommate's urine stream through the walls, an uncomfortable reminder. I heard the front door open and close. "Danielle?" a male voice called. My heart started fluttering. I had a huge crush on my roommate's brother. "I'm in the bathroom, I'll be right out!" she called back. I really wanted to talk to him. I hurried over to my mirror and sat on the floor in front of it, my legs criss-crossed and jiggling from my need to pee. I hurriedly started brushing my knotted, silver-blond hair, scooting back and forth. I took out my makeup and started on that, too. It was a little tedious because I could hardly sit still. I winced and wriggled my butt as I screwed the eyeliner cap back on, grabbing my vagina right after. Man, I had to pee. I had to pee so bad my back teeth were swimming. I moved my foot under my butt so I could scoot my pussy into my heel. Not long after that, if I wasn't holding or rubbing myself, I was fucking with the waistband of my underwear. The bit of pressure it put on my pee baby was enough to make me aware of it, slightly intensifying my distracting urge to urinate. I was desperate by the time I finished. I could hear the two talking in the main room. I stood up and froze there with my legs crossed for a minute, my full bladder pulsating with urgency. I stood dancing at my dresser as I pulled off my big shirt and decided what to wear. I almost couldn't even think. My urinary system demanded so much of my attention. My urethra, as well as my thighs, were constantly straining to keep my pee in. I never held my morning pee in this long. It was practically unheard of. I hopped from foot to foot, huffing in frustration. I was overthinking my outfit. Plus, I was starting to sweat from having to pee so bad. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, squeezing and unsqueezing between my legs and pulling at my the butt of my underwear like I had a wedgie or something. I threw something on, checked myself out in the mirror (pee dancing of course), then took it off and stood there puzzling again. A surge of pressure threatened to make me piss myself right there. I gripped myself and doubled over, filling my cheeks with air and squeezing my eyes shut. A little bit of pee trickled out and dampened my underwear, making me hop around and writhe madly to keep my urine in. My eyes were watering. I thought I had more control than this. I couldn't believe I was about to piss myself! I jumped into some jean shorts and threw on a sweatshirt, deciding any further outfit choice could be made after my pressing need was taken care of. It was an emergency. I scrambled to my bedroom door and swung it open, finding myself face to face with my roommate's brother. "Hey," he greeted, with a smile that made me melt. "H-hey," I replied, struggling to stay composed. "I didn't know you were home," he said, entering the bathroom. No no no, please, let me in first... "Oh, yeah, I'm home," I stuttered awkwardly, trying to nonchalantly cross my legs. My bladder was pounding with urgency. He looked down at my antsy feet. "Hey, do you want to use the bathroom first?" he asked, stepping out. I turned so red my face felt hot. "No, no! Go ahead, seriously! I was just... going to get some breakfast." "Ah," he said, smiling at me as he shut the door. I wedged my hands between my thighs and doubled over. I couldn't even remember a time where I needed to pee this badly. "Breakfast, huh?" my roommate teased from down the hallway. I shushed her. "What do you want? A smoothie? A bowl of cereal with extra milk? Whatever you have, you're definitely gonna want some orange juice." I hobbled into the kitchen, sitting uncomfortable on a stool and tightly crossing my legs, rocking back and forth. "I have to go so bad, Dani, I feel like I'm gonna pee my pants..." "Why'd you wait so long?" There was a pause. "You were doing your makeup for Adam, is that it?" "Shut up! No I wasn't!" I said in a hushed voice. "Well, you probably have time to pee in the sink. He told me he had to shit." My heart sunk. "What? You're joking." She shrugged. "He did offer you the bathroom first. You didn't wanna take it. So what do you want to eat, for real this time?" I gasped as a little bit of urine leaked out. I squeezed my crotch and froze, tightening every muscle in my body. "Jeez, Felicity..." "Don't do that..." I muttered, hiding my face in my hands. "This is so embarrassing..." "Hey, everyone's gotta pee," she playfully punched my in the shoulder. "Distract yourself. What do you want to eat?" I groaned. "I don't want to pile anything on top of this," I said, grimacing. "Eggs it is," she said, pulling them out of the fridge. "You want toast, too?" A little bit more urine leaked out and I jumped out of the seat, writhing around crazily, trying not to piss on myself. "O-Oh my god!" I gasped, dropping down to one knee to dig my heel into my dribbling vagina. The pressure just wouldn't dissipate. It lingered furiously, threatening to push more liquid waste out of my exhausted urethra at any moment. My underwear was pretty warm and wet at this point. I could feel the firm shape of my bloated urinary organ in my lower belly, especially when I tried to stand up straight. Danielle lowered her voice. "Okay, completely serious, you probably do have time to pee in the sink. It's better than peeing your pants." "I can't!" I said, on the brink of tears. "Ohhh god..." I whined, wriggling like crazy. "Look at me. Are you gonna pee your pants if you keep holding it much longer?" My bladder felt like it was going to explode. It hurt so much I couldn't breathe. I couldn't answer her question. I just unbuttoned my shorts and, holding myself as tight as I could, got up and rushed to the sink. I peed a little bit as I stood up. I yanked my shorts down and hopped up on the sink, bursting almost as soon as I was in position. I let out a choked sigh of relief, shuddering with euphoria. As if on cue, I heard the bathroom door open. In terror, I clenched every muscle below my waist, painfully stemming the stream to a dribble, and hopped off the sink. I frantically yanked my pants up, slowly wetting my underwear more and more. I writhed around and clutched at my vagina, desperately trying to force my screaming, overfull bladder to stop draining. Adam turned the corner as the dribbling grew to a jet of piss spraying out of my urethra, soaking the crotch of my jean shorts, rapidly traveling down my inner thighs and letting yellow liquid streak down my legs. His face went white, looking completely shocked as he watched my soil my pants. Danielle had her hnds cupped over her mouth in shock. Urine pattered at my feet. My legs were pressed tightly together, and my hand was gripping my squirting vagina. I couldn't look in anyone's direction as I suddenly bolted past them and into the bathroom, my bladder continuing to drain as I did so, undoubtedly leaving a trail of piss behind me. I emptied my bladder completely into my shorts while I sat on the toilet, wholeheartedly mortified and in disbelief of what just happened.
  9. I was invited to a party at a cabin, and stayed hydrated throughout the entire night of heavy drinking, breaking the seal only once when I pissed my bikini in the hot tub. I was really desperate to go by that point, and not too long after we all went to sleep. Nobody knew. I had a dream that my bladder was so full it exploded. When I woke up, it really felt like it was going to. I had to pee like crazy. I usually lay in bed for a while when I wake up, but that morning I just couldn't. My bladder was really, really full. I sat up and held myself, scooting into my hand. I could feel my tummy distending, expanding to hold all of the hot urine I was retaining. My tight pajama shorts restricted it around the middle. I ran to the bathroom and stopped in the doorway, seeing one friend throwing up in the toilet, one comforting her, and one brushing her teeth in the mirror. "Mornin'!" the last one greeted. "Mornin'," I couldn't keep from holding myself and squirming. I was literally trembling from how badly I needed to pee. The more I woke up, the more aware I was of just how severe my need to pass liquid waste was. I was sure I didn't have much time. "Is this the only bathroom?" I asked. Her eyes flicked down to my jiggling legs for a second. "Yeah, unfortunately. I almost pissed myself on the way over here, but I got to use it before she got to it." As if on cue, my friend retched and coughed. "Poor thing," she continued. I needed somewhere, anywhere, to empty my bladder of all this hot urine. "You think it'd be obvious if I took a dip in the hot tub?" I presented it as a joke, but it really wasn't. I was dying. My friend laughed. "You'd better not let 'em see you dancing like that before you go in! I don't mind, but I'm not speaking for everyone else..." "Why don't you just pee in the bathtub?" asked the girl comforting the one bent over the toilet. "Or outside? Plenty of trees." "I need a lookout," I was stepping around and shaking my hands at my sides, trying not to be overly dramatic. "But the bathtub is a strong contender." She scooted over so I had room to sit on the wall. I hesitantly walked over, holding myself. I grabbed onto my waistband to pull my shorts down. "Actually, I don't know," I said, pee dancing. "I'm really nervous to go in front of everyone. Plus in the tub like this..." I pressed my thighs together and jolted my butt back, a pang of urgency threatening to force some pee out. I winced, then held my breath and filled my cheeks with air from the discomfort. "Ooh, but I really need to go!" I groaned. "Just wait for the toilet," the girl sitting on the tub said. "She can't be much longer now." I waited and waited and waited, shifting positions every couple of seconds, squirming and whimpering. I felt like I was gonna cry. I leaked a little bit into my underwear and strained every muscle in my body trying to keep the rest in. "I can't wait, I have to go!" I said as I ran out of there. I raced into my room, stuck my hands inside my underwear (I was wearing a bikini bottom under my shorts) and squeezed my bare pussy, jumping around. I picked my bikini top up off the ground and twisted my legs up while I put it on, swaying my hips. I was trying so hard not to pee on myself. As soon as it was on, I held myself inside my shorts again, and a little bit seeped out right into my fingers. I lifted my leg onto the bed and buried my face in the covers, rubbing my heel into my groin. It was starting to genuinely hurt now. I didn't have time to wallow in agony. I had to pee right away or I was going to have an accident. I rushed out of my room. My bladder was so full that I felt a pang of discomfort with every hurried step I took. At this point, I was really trying to hide it, but I couldn't move without pissing if I didn't hold myself. I got to the hot tub, not bothering to grab a towel. I pulled my shirt off, jumping around, making the huge amount of liquid in my poor bladder slosh around. As soon as my shorts hit my ankles, my urethra gave out and piss started squirting out me. My hands shot to my crotch, my fingers getting wet as it dribbled down my thighs. I was pissing full force as I frantically threw my leg over, yellow liquid leaking down the hot tub wall. I fell into the hot water, then hurriedly sat up to look casual, urinating hard. A dropped my head back and moaned in relief, finally emptying myself into the basin of bubbling, hot water.
  10. "Well, you cut it pretty close just now," I said. Luna looked embarrassed. "You're never usually in the bathroom when I get home," she mumbled, parting her legs a bit to wipe. "I just mean, like, I wasn't in here for that long. What if you hit traffic or something?" I could actually see a pretty sizeable dark spot on the crotch of her underwear from where she leaked. "You really hold it the entire time you're in public? You've been gone for hours!" "I didn't say it was easy," she mumbled, pulling her pants up and flushing the toilet. I fought the urge to hold myself and start pee dancing right there. "Man, I wouldn't be able to do it. My bladder is too small." I was squishing my thighs together and hoping it wasnmt too obvious. I was in the midst of a wave of urgency and I was seriously needing to piss bad. "I think I forced myself to have a bigger bladder than I did before. Stretched it out from holding in so much pee over the years. I never used to be able to hold so much for so long." I thought I was gonna faint. "That's not good for you!" I said. "What if you get a UTI?" "Well, I haven't gotten one so far... I'll hit the cranberry juice just for you, Kate." She winked at me as she turned off the faucet. Then we stood there awkwardly. "Anyway, peepee time over..." she said. "Oh! Uhhh-" I stuttered, spinning on my heel and leaving the bathroom. Should I... A - Continue hanging with Luna! B - Go to your room and check out that video C - Find a place to pee! Bathroom's too suspicious...
  11. "Remember when Riley pee'd herself at Rachael's house?" Daphne announced to everyone at the sleepover. Riley's cheeks burned red. She smirked, trying to cover her embarrassment. "My bladder was too full," she reasoned. "You guys wouldn't let me into the bathroom!" "It was funny!" she chortled. "Come on, you're not still mad about that, right?" "Remember when Daphne farted in front of her crush?" The girls erupted in laughter. Daphne didn't. She was seething. "We wouldn't have kept you out of the bathroom if you weren't being so goofy about it! You were, like, jumping around and shit!" "I had to go really bad! What, you've never had to pee bad before?" "I have, but I didn't act like that!" She huffed. "Hey, guys, I wonder if she's still that dramatic." Usually quiet Rachael spoke up. "Only one way to find out," she said. She looked nervous when Riley shot her a confused look. "Yeah, there is! We should find out!" Daphne said. "Nobody let Riley use the bathroom for the rest of the night." A couple of girls chuckled. "What? Don't do that again!" she demanded. "Are you serious? We're literally adults." "We were adults last time!" "Exactly!" Riley said a little too loud, then shrunk down into her seat. Truthfully, she was filled with anxiety. She'd had to pee for a while. "Oooh, Riley's mad. Okay, you can't go potty until tomorrow morning." "What!? I can't wait that long! I haven't even broken the seal yet and we've been drinking!" "Then you should probably lay off the fluids," Daphne joked. "No way," Riley said, filling another shot glass. "No way I can hang out sober around you fucks." Some time passed. They all got drunker and Riley began to feel the urge to urinate rapidly intensifying. "Ooh," she groaned to herself and pressed her hand in between her legs. She nonchalantly got up and headed for the toilet. "Hey, don't let her go!" Daphne shouted. Someone grabbed Riley's foot. "Dude, seriously, this isn't funny!" "It is for us," said the girl holding her foot. "Fine, I'll wait! Just let me go!" She was released and she stormed back to where she was, plopping down and trying to ignore the uncomfortable sensation from her urinary system. Pretty soon, she was squirming and jiggling, as openly desperate as she usually was. Time passed. They drank some more and the desperate girl continued to fill herself with more and more liquid. As her need to urinate worsened, Riley sat on her ass and scooted back and forth, rubbing her pussy with both hands. She squeezed herself and moved forward onto her knees, digging her heel into her crotch and pulled her pants away from her aching bladder. She needed to pee so badly! She started perspiring from the effort of keeping it all inside her body. It ached to pee let out. "They're only gonna keep messing with you if you keep making it obvious," the girl next to her whispered. "I can't sit still..." Riley winced, "or I'm gonna pee!" "Just try," she told her. "You can slip away once they stop paying attention." She took a deep breath and forced herself to stop squirming. She continued to strain every muscle in the region. She whined a bit, forcing her hands to stay casually limp in her lap. Her bladder was huge, tight, and screaming. "They're called kegels. You should look them up," she said as she poured another shot. She made a genuine effort to research kegels on her phone, but because of her inebriation and her inability to think about anything other than her desperate need to piss, she gave up. "I'm so uncomfortable!" she said to no one in particular. "I have to pee so bad I'm gonna die...!" She got startled out of her skin when someone dug their fingers into her sides and tickled her, forcing a second-long jet of piss out of her as they did it. She yelped and bolted away, managing to stem the stream by squeezing herself tightly and wriggling around frantically. Daphne was the tickler, laughing hysterically with a few other people. Riley turned and ran into the bathroom, but someone grabbed her shirt and held it, keeping her in the doorway. "Pleasee!" she begged, clutching herself and dancing madly. Daphne ran ahead and shut the bathroom door, then sat down and leaned against it. "You guys are so mean!" she started hopping from foot to foot, trying not to pee on herself. "Does someone want the last of this?" one girl said, holding up an almost empty bottle of tequila. "Give me that," Riley said, grabbing the bottle from her and downing its contents, crossing her legs. "I'm not trying to remember this shit." Pretty soon after that, it was all Riley could do to keep from crying. No matter how much she writhed, danced, or grabbed at herself, she couldn't lessen the intense pressure and discomfort. She could physically feel the unnaturally overstretched size of her screaming bladder, bulging out of her belly and pressing up against her other organs. A small leak seeped out of her vagina, so she lurched forward and grabbed at herself madly, whining and whimpering. She was absolutely dying to urinate. "Hey, Daphne fell asleep first," someone said. "How are we going to fuck with her?" "We should..." Riley swallowed, cringing and jiggling, "we should put her hand in warm water!" The girls gasped. "We should!" Rachael said. "I'll go get a bowl of water..." Riley spurted again, scooting her butt around and jiggling crazily. "Mmmph...! D-don't need to..." she pulled the popcorn bowl over to her, stood up squirming and whimpering, dropped her pants and underwear and squatted over the bowl. Everyone gasped. Immediately, a torrent of piss jetted out of her, loudly splattering against the plastic. "Ohhh god..." she moaned, covering her face in shame. She couldn't hide how good it felt to finally drain her dangerously overfull urinary organ. She peeked up. Most were looking away, some were laughing. Rachael was staring wide-eyed, cheeks red as a tomato. Riley gave her a weird look before she suddenly exclaimed "watch!" Riley looked down and saw the bowl was almost filled to the brim. "Ahhh--!" she whined, trying to stem to flow and stand up. It kept leaking out. Riley gripped her pussy until she quit dribbling, cringing at the discomfort of stopping. She still had to urinate so urgently it still felt like a loss of control was imminent. She immediately pulled her pants up, stepping side to side. Then she scooted the bowl of her hot, steaming piss to where Daphne was sleeping and, trying to keep her squirming to a minimum as she dug her heel into her crotch, gently placed her hand in the yellow liquid. "Oh my god!" one girl exclaimed. "That's so fucking disgusting!" "You guys were gonna make me piss my pants a second time! I don't want to hear it!" Riley snapped, pressing her fingers into her groin as she sat cross legged, gyrating her ass. "Ohhh I still really have to gooo..." "No way," someone said. "You filled that whole bowl up. I didn't even think someone could pee that much." "It's not even that much--" she stopped when she heard something like hissing and trickling. Darkness was spreading down Daphne's crotch, forming a big crescent on her butt and a puddle under her. Hushed, hysterical laughter filled the room. One girl even took a video. "Oh my god, I can't watch this!" Riley said as she got up and bolted to the other side of the room, hopping around and squeezing madly at herself. A hot little spurt came out, and she gripped herself tightly, ready to burst. The amount of urine that came out of Daphne was surprising. There was a huge puddle, trailing across the floor. Another, bigger spurt forced its way out of Riley's tired, burning urethra. Her eyes started watering from the exertion. She started to dribble and she couldn't stop it, even though she was jumping up and down and rubbing crazily up her crotch. Then she froze, pressing her thighs together and doubling over, as the dribble grew to a jet and soaked her pajama shorts. It dribbled down her legs and pattered to the ground at her feet. "Riley's peeing her pants!" somebody said. The girl who was filming Daphne suddenly turned her phone to her. "Noo..." Riley groaned, dropping her head in shame, sort of hiding her face from the camera. She started to be able to hear it hissing out of her. It felt so good to relax, but she was humiliated. The laughter died pretty quickly when Riley started to cry. Her stream went for a long time, eventually completely voiding herself of urine. She tried to stifle it, but she was clearly upset. "Hey," Rachael said, touching her shoulder. Riley looked up. Nobody was filming her. "I have a change of pants you can wear after you take a shower. I assume you want to?" Riley nodded, awkwardly following Rachael out of the room. As she left, she heard someone say "let's make Daphne clean up the piss..." The pair entered a completely different bathroom in the house. "I'm sorry I didn't show this to you," Rachael told her, "it's just hard to go against this group, you know?" She ran the shower for her. "Do you still need to pee?" Riley shook her head. "Think I got it all out." Without warning, Rachael dropped her pants and pissed hard into the toilet. "Them keeping you out kind of kept us all out," she said. "I had to go bad."
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