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  1. Quackduck

    Desperate Sex

    POV: BRYCE I’ve always been into pee, particularly desperation. The only person I’ve ever told is this girl I went on a few dates with named Kara. Our first date was at the movies. We got popcorn and a large drink, which I didn’t even think we’d finish, but she got up and got a refill about halfway through. I barely had any, but Kara managed to finish the whole thing! After the movie, she excused herself to the bathroom. On the way home, though, I noticed she was squirming and fidgeting, but I didn’t think much of it. As soon as we got to my house, she made a beeline for the bathroom. We started making out in my room. When it started to go somewhere, she said ”Hold on, I’ll be right back. I gotta pee.” ”Are you alright?” ”Yeah, why?” ”You’ve been going to the bathroom a lot.” Her cheeks went a little red. “Well... Whenever I have sex, I make sure my bladder’s really full so I can pee afterwards. It helps to prevent pregnancy.” ”Really?” I asked. She nodded. ”Plus, I read it can make it more pleasurable. I drank too much though. I don’t want to have to pee too badly. It gets distracting, and kind of painful, so I go to the bathroom and let a little bit out.” I noticed she was bent over a bit. ”I mean, the fuller the better, right? Like, wouldn’t you want to pee as much as possible afterwards?” She hesitated. “I guess, yeah,” she said, and sat back down. In hindsight, this was kind of sadistic on my part, but knowing her bladder was so overfull while I was fucking her drove me crazy. It was the best sex I’ve ever had. As soon as I came, she said “Okay, let me up.” She rushed to the toilet without shutting the door, sighing as her strong urine stream hissed out of her like a firehose. Our next date was at a restauraunt. She went through the drinks like nothing, excusing herself to the bathroom numerous times. POV: KARA On the drive home, I had to pee so bad I couldn’t think about anything else. Bryce’s parents were going out, so we were going to his house again. I’m not supposed to be there after dark. I wanted to pee a little bit as soon as we got there, but he was oddly enthusiastic about going straight to his bedroom. I decided I’d go as soon as we were undressed. A little while later, though, we heard something downstairs. ”Oh, shit,” he said, and hurriedly got all his clothes back on. We hadn’t done anything yet, but I had already undressed down to my underwear. I was about to excuse myself to the restroom before we heard it. My bladder was swollen with hot piss and I couldn’t keep still. I was squirming a lot and occasionally squeezing myself. ”I need you to hide in the closet,” he told me. “My parents are super strict, they can’t see you here right now. I’m gonna go see what they’re doing home.” He left before I could ask him what to do about my urgent need. I had to go so badly, but I hid in the closet anyway. Pretty soon, I was marching around and holding myself, rubbing in between my legs occasionally. ”Oh my god,” I groaned quietly. My bladder was full to bursting. I needed to pee so bad I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take it. Finally, I heard the car leave the driveway and he came back in the room. I came out, trembling and holding myself. ”Sorry it took so long,” he said, “my mom lost her purse. She’s freaking out. They’re going to check—“ ”I’m sorry, I can’t hold it. I have to pee so bad.” I went towards the bathroom. “Wait!” he said, “I think you should hold it.” I shook my head. “I’m gonna explode.” ”No, just think about it. A full bladder supposed to make sex more pleasurable. If you’re really bursting, this’ll be, like, the best orgasm you’ve ever had.” ”I really don’t think-“ ”If you change your mind at any point, you can just run to the bathroom and come back.” ”Fuck, I need to go, though!” ”It’s not like you can get hurt from holding your pee or anything.” I was stepping around and squeezing my pussy intermittently with both hands inside my underwear. “I guess,” I said, hoping I could hold it. When I got in the bed, I could feel the liquid sloshing around inside of me. He pulled my panties off and it got even harder to hold
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    The Hostage

    Sorry about how long this took to come out. Too much came up and I didn’t have as many chances to write as I thought I would. This chapter’s pretty short, but the next chapter’s gonna come out way sooner. Part 3 The drive to Charlotte’s house from Amber’s apartment was much longer than Amber was expecting, almost three hours. She pulled over on the dirt road like Charlotte had instructed her and made her way up to the house with a large tote bag. When she imagined the home of someone who had 1.4 million dollars under their mattress, she thought of something at least two stories. Instead, it was a very small house on a very small yard. It was clean and cute, but Amber thought it was odd. She found the key and went inside. It smelled of sandalwood incense and cleaning supplies. She noticed she had to pee kind of urgently from the long drive, but thought it might be weird to use her bathroom. Once she found the bedroom, she lifted the mattress and revealed a deep hole almost filled with stacks of fifty dollar bills. “Holy shit...” Amber muttered, never having seen that much money before. Part of her thought Charlotte was stretching the truth. She shoveled stacks into the bag until it was almost full, then turned to leave. Carrying this much money made her uncomfortable. She made a trip around the house, seeing if she could see any suspicious cars or people out of the window, but she didn’t see anything. She really had to pee. She took the tote bag and hurried to the car, then began the drive back to the motel where Charlotte was staying. Her bladder only filled during the ride there, but she didn’t want to stop and delay her arrival any longer. Her friend really needed her money. It was going on 2:00 PM and Amber wasn’t sure if the amount she gave Charlotte was enough to get her something to eat. ‘She’s probably starving,’ she thought, and drove a little faster. She did need a bathroom break, though, but she was an experienced omorashi veteran and had faith that she could hold it until the motel. She’d just use the bathroom there. Gas bubbled up in her stomach, and she lifted her butt a little to let it out. She had to fart again a few minutes later, but that time it was much longer, and she noticed her stomach was beginning to hurt. Suddenly, it was like a hundred pounds had dropped into her colon. Amber groaned, fidgeting in her chair a little. She held her crotch, but what she was really in danger of doing was messing herself. She didn’t want to take even longer to get to the motel, but she had to shit really badly. As she pulled up to a red light, she decided she’d use a bathroom as quickly as possible and get back on the road. Her belly boiled painfully as she squirmed in her seat. “Come onnn!” she whined at the light, letting another fart out. She felt it churning in her bowels as her stomach growled loudly, not to mention her rather urgent need to pee. Her anus dilated as her shit began to prairie dog. The light turned green and she took off immediately, pulling into the nearest gas station. She let out another fart before making a beeline to their bathroom, which was locked. She groaned inwardly and stood with her hands behind her back, lightly pushing on her butt, and stepped from side to side. She waited there miserably for almost ten minutes before the kid behind the counter said “The restroom’s for customers only. Like, you have to buy something before I can give you the key.” Amber blinked. “I’ll buy something. Can I please have the key?” “You gotta buy something first.” She sighed and ran out to the car, grabbed a fifty dollar bill from the tote bag, then ran back inside. She filled up a slushie cup and tried to keep her desperation discreet as he slowly rang it up. It was hard to maintain waste from both ends trying hard to get out. Her stomach growled loudly as her urge got even worse, and she hoped the cashier didn’t hear it. He gave her her change and the key and she rushed to the bathroom, stepping around as she unlocked it. As soon as she was inside, she slammed the door, yanked her pants down, and immediately exploded from both ends. Her piss gushed out and splattered against the porcelain, and a brown snake emerged from her asshole. Her stomach actually seemed to deflate a bit as she emptied her bowels. Once she was done doing her business, she returned the key and went to her car, resuming the drive to the motel.
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    ‘Cause I kind of like it

    Three girls sat watching TV one night; Dana, Madison, and Sasha. Madison found herself absentmindedly squirming in her seat. “Damn, I gotta pee,” she muttered, but didn’t get up. “You hold your pee way too much,” Sasha told her, “you’re gonna get a UTI. The bathroom’s right there.” “Maybe if I hold it for a really long time, my bladder will stretch and I’ll won’t have to pee as much,” she joked. Her bladder was annoyingly small. “That logic is stupid and you should go to the bathroom.” “I mean,” Dana said, “it kind of makes sense.” “No it doesn’t,” Sasha said, “I don’t eat more now so I can eat more later.” “You can if you wanted to,” Dana replied. “You really think it makes sense?” Madison asked, fanning her legs. Dana shrugged. “A little bit.” “I’m gonna try it then.” Sasha sighed. “I swear, if you pee on my couch.” “I’m not gonna pee on your couch,” she said. She thought about it for a second, then got up and got a towel out of the bathroom and put it down to sit on. About a half an hour later, she was squeezing herself intermittently and constantly fidgeting. “How’s it coming along?” Dana asked. “I really gotta go,” she giggled a bit. “Maybe you should put on your bathing suit so you don’t ruin your pants.” She had white shorts on. “Yeah, I’ll be right back.” She ran upstairs, liquid sloshing around inside her with every step, and got her rainbow one-piece. Madison danced around and held herself as she stripped naked. She went into the bathroom when she was completely nude and looked for a bladder bulge, but there wasn’t one yet. She glanced longingly at the toilet before going back to the room and pulling on her suit, which was a bit too small for her. Then she went downstairs and sat back down on the towel, still badly needing to urinate. Another half hour later, she couldn’t sit still to save her life. Madison was constantly scooting back and forth, squeezing herself tightly and writhing around, desperately trying to keep herself contained. “How’re you doing?” Dana asked. “I have to pee so bad!” she gripped herself and doubled over. “I’m really bursting...” “You gotta hold it in, though.” Madison took a deep breath before sitting up. “I’m gonna go check if I have a bulge.” She got up and made her way to the stairs. “A what?” “A bladder bulge,” she stood there squirming and stepping around, “like, when you have to pee so much it sticks out of your belly.” Dana didn’t know what she was talking about, so she came with her. In the bathroom, Madison pulled her suit off so it hung from her upper thighs. “A little bit,” she muttered, trying to keep her squirming to a minimum. There was a small bump protruding out of her belly. “I’ve never seen that before,” Dana said, “even when I have to pee really really badly I don’t think it gets like that.” “I get it all the time,” Madison said, stepping around as she pulled her suit back on. They went back downstairs and continued watching TV. A half an hour after that, Madison was absolutely dying. Her fidgeting had turned into constant, uncontrollable writhing, and felt like she was going to explode. “Oh my god, I can’t think about anything else!” she said, grinding her crotch into the couch. At least one hand was always gripping hard in between her legs. “You think this is actually giving you a bigger bladder?” Sasha asked. Madison didn’t answer. She was desperately trying to keep all of her pee safely inside her body. She was starting to lose control, though, and spurted hard into her bathing suit. “Ohhh... I went a little,” she groaned, doubling over and wiggling her butt. She was so full of liquid that she could barely even keep her hands still. “Maybe we should do something to distract you,” Dana said. “Do you want to go for a walk?” “It’s dark out,” Sasha replied. She shrugged. “We could go to the pool maybe, so she can just pee in the water.” “I’m down to go to the pool,” Sasha said. They went upstairs to change and left Madison trying to fight back the urgent need she was neglecting. She could see her tummy poking out a little bit where her pee baby was forming. She spurted again and had to wipe rivulets of urine from her thighs. Once the other two were ready to go, Madison braced herself and stood up. She hobbled instead of walked with both hands tightly on her girlhood as they left. She left the towel she was sitting on behind in the house. About five minutes passed before Madison had to stop walking and kneel down to make sure her screaming bladder didn’t burst before they got to the pool. When she stood back up, she had to jump around and lurch forward a bit before being able to walk again. It hurt so bad that she didn’t know how much longer she could stand it. “Fuck!” she groaned, her stride faltering. Her pulsing bladder was stretched taut with the enormous amount of piss she was holding. “Guys, I might not make it there.” “Just hold as much as you can,” Dana told her encouragingly. Her bladder begged to be emptied so harshly that she felt like crying. Another five minutes passed. They were almost there, but Madison was almost certain she wasn’t gonna make it there without any major leakage. She suddenly lurched forward, her mouth ajar in a silent groan. Urine was intermittently spurting out of her, despite how hard she was digging her fingers into herself. It ran down her shaking legs and dribbled to the pavement. “You good?” Sasha asked, awkwardly laughing. “Y-yeah...” she managed to choke out as her stream weakened to to a stop. “Jesus Christ, this is difficult!” “Mind over matter,” Dana told her. “Let’s see you try this!” Madison said, starting to walk again with her hands between her legs. “Uh, I’m an athlete. Mind over matter is kind of my thing.” “I still think this is harder than you think.” “Wanna bet?” “You’re gonna do it with me?” She wished the conversation would end so she could focus more on holding. Dana shrugged. “I already kind of need to go right now. I won’t pee from now until after you completely empty your bladder.” “So it’s a contest.” She winced as her bladder contracted. “A really unfair one. I already have to piss really badly.” “You just keep holding through your leaks and whatever, and I’ll drink a shit ton of water. First to go completely loses. Fair?” Madison nodded, cradling her bulge, which had grown considerably since the last time they checked. They got to the pool. Sasha opened her towel, which was folded to hold her things, and immediately sighed. “Fuck,” she swore, looking at the other two. “You didn’t forget the key card, did you?” Dana asked. Sasha didn’t answer. She just tossed her stuff over the flat-top aluminum fence and climbed over it. Dana did the same. They left to get a table without paying her much mind, but Madison was so full of liquid that she could barely walk, let alone climb a fence. She was stepping around and squeezing herself trying to figure out the quickest way to do it. She jumped up and threw her leg over, but pee began forcefully gushing out almost immediately. She sat on the fence for a moment, grinding into the rail until her stream came to an end. She’d drained herself considerably and there was a rather large puddle underneath her, but she still direly needed a toilet. She managed to throw her other leg over without further damage and made her way to the table with her hands between her legs. “Wow, there’s really nobody here at night,” Dana said. “There never is. It’s not even really that crowded during the day,” Sasha responded. “Sweet. Let’s go.” “Wait!” Madison said, squirming and writhing in place, “didn’t you say you were going to drink a shit ton of water? The water fountain’s over there.” Dana paused. “You’re right. The contest should be fair.” She went over to the water fountain and drank for a long time while Sasha went into the pool by herself. Madison sat on her heel in a beach chair, doing everything you could think of to keep all of her pee in. She heard a loud, revolting burp erupt from Dana. “Fuck, I drank way too much,” she said, holding her belly. She gagged a couple times, then took a deep breath and said “I’m okay.” She took a seat next to Madison. “You getting in?” Sasha asked. “I need a minute. My stomach really hurts now. Like, really bad.” Dana burped again. “A little bit came up,” she muttered into her hand. “How long until it reaches your bladder, you think?” Madison asked, sitting on the side of the chair and tapping her feet madly. “I already gotta pee, I said,” Dana replied, standing up. “You basically have an advantage. You didn’t go out of your way to drink more. My belly feels like it’s gonna pop.” She ran and dove into the pool, leaving her desperate friend alone to keep holding. About a half an hour later, Madison was extremely overfull. She’d kept her leaks to a minimum because she was sitting down, but they still happened. She laid on her back with her knees up and both of her hands gripping her girlhood. “How are you holding up, Madison?” Dana called from in the pool. “Uh, i-it’s hard to tell,” she said. “I can barely think, but I’m pretty sure I can hold a while longer.” “I really gotta go,” Dana laughed. Madison sat up, wincing and scooting back and forth. “How bad?” “Pretty bad. It hit me a lot quicker than I thought. You’re still gonna lose, though.” Madison was almost certain she was right. Dana was seriously competitive. She’d been running track and playing soccer since elementary school. Plus, she was a hell of a lot stronger than Madison was, and she figured that probably contributed to her bladder muscles. Madison felt herself leak a bit and tightened her grip on her pussy. A little while later, the two girls got out of the pool to spend time with Madison so she wouldn’t get bored, but her concentration was focused elsewhere. “It’s getting so bad,” she giggled, writhing desperately. “I can’t sit still at all.” “It was a good idea to come to the pool, right?” said Dana. “You don’t have to rush to the bathroom. Just let it go.” “How badly do you need to go?” “Pretty bad, I guess,” she replied. “Actually, maybe not. It feels urgent but I know I can hold it.” “Maybe you should drink more water,” Madison said, wiggling her butt. “I mean, it’s only fair. I’m really desperate right now.” Dana sighed, smirking a little. She made her way back to the water fountain and drank again. “This doesn’t seem just a little bit stupid to you guys?” Sasha asked Madison, who had just tensed up completely to keep from dribbling. “Aren’t most of the things we do stupid?” Sasha laughed. “I guess. You should come swim with us, though. It isn’t as much fun without you.” Their conversation was interrupted by another burp from Dana. “I didn’t urp drink as much this time,” she said. “You want to go back in?” “Yeah, sure,” Sasha muttered, getting up. “You coming, Madison?” “I don’t think so,” she said, squirming. It was getting about as bad as it was just before she jumped the fence. Sasha shrugged. “Maybe we should just stay here, too.” “That’s boring! Let’s go to the pool!” “Yeah, I don’t want to make you guys stay here if you don’t want to,” Madison doubled over and winced as another leak forced its way out of her body. “Plus, I really need to concentrate if I don’t want to wet myself.” “Looks like it’s just us,” Dana said, scooping Sasha up in her arms and carrying her to the pool. “Put me down!” she laughed, “Goddamnit, Dana!” Madison paid little attention, but as Sasha managed to escape, she heard Dana grunt and exclaim “Ohh, that was my bladder!” She glanced up and saw her do a quick but noticeable pee dance before jumping back into the pool. “Dana must be feeling that water by now,” she muttered to herself, feeling a bit of hope for the contest. About thirty minutes later, though, she was absolutely dying. It was even worse than just before she jumped the fence. The poor girl felt like she was about to explode. She was in a constant state of desperate agony, never still for even a second. Both hands were madly grabbing at her crotch as she jumped up from her chair and marched around, occasionally jumping and squeezing herself even harder. Her bladder was ready to burst and she felt like she could cry. She fought hard to keep every drop of pee in, though, because she wanted her bladder to expand as much as possible. Every position she found herself in was astoundingly uncomfortable, causing her to keep standing up and sitting back down, trying to find some way to alleviate her desperation. “You good Madison?” Dana asked. She was sitting in a donut shaped floaty. “No!” she whimpered, sitting back down and scooting back and forth. Dana laughed. “Me neither,” she said, putting a hand over her belly. “It really hurts. I’m just trying to move as little as possible.” While she was talking, Dana hadn’t noticed Sasha deviously sneaking under the floaty. She suddenly leaped up and flipped the tube, sending Dana back into the water. It was torture for her overfilled bladder. She immediately got up and started wading to the edge of the pool. “I need to get out of the water,” she moaned among Sasha’s laughter. She climbed out and laid on her back with her knees brought up. “It’s really cold and I have to pee extremely badly,” she giggled to Sasha. “Maybe not as bad as Madison, though.” Madison paid no attention to what they were talking about. She was too focused on containing herself. Her whole body was trembling from head to toe as she struggled to keep the pee inside her body. Sasha had come to the edge of the pool next to Dana. “I really wish Madison would use the bathroom already,” Dana whispered, laughing a bit. “It hurts so bad.” “What if you just let some out in the pool? There’s no way she’d know.” Dana gave her a weird look. “That’d be cheating.” Sasha shrugged. Dana sat up, wincing and putting a hand between her legs. She didn’t feel like she was in danger of wetting herself, though. She just really needed to go. She got up and waddled to a chair. Another half an hour later, the girls were still managing to keep the contest alive. Madison was on the verge of tears. The pain she felt was incredible. She couldn’t keep hot little spurts from dampening her crotch every few seconds. The poor girl was at her absolute limit. She was constantly writhing madly, desperately grabbing at herself and rubbing between her legs. Every nerve down there was on fire. She could feel the shape of her bloated organ pulsing in her body, which made her feel a bit squeamish. Dana wasn’t doing too much better. She sat in her chair bent forward a bit, biting into her knuckle from the pain. When her immense discomfort made her shift positions, she tried to move as little as possible as to not jar her bladder, which bulged out of her like a small melon. This method of holding was not practiced by Madison at all. She continued to squirm, writhe, bounce, and jiggle as much as possible. “God, I can’t take it!” Madison moaned, leaking more hot urine into her bathing suit. In an odd way, though, the unbearably overfull sensation of her screaming bladder felt really good between her legs. All the rubbing and squeezing was almost like she was masturbating, but it wasn’t just that. Her need to urinate alone was turning her on. “You almost done?” Dana asked with fake confidence, her enormous bulge throbbing in pain. Madison shook her head, grinding into the chair. “I can hold it for a while longer,” Dana lied, “you look like you’re at the end of your rope. I think your bladder is pretty stretched out by now, right?” Madison filled her cheeks with air and lurched forward, wiggling her butt and squeezing herself hard. A particularly powerful spurt had come out as a result of her relaxing her muscles for just a moment. Her muscles were so tired, and her urethra was stinging badly. Pee was dripping to the pavement from underneath the chair. Over the next twenty minutes, her leaks were getting bigger and bigger. There was so much liquid inside the poor girl that her body was beginning to take over. It hurt so badly that she couldn’t stand it, and the intensity of her writhing and squeezing was borderline humiliating. If she had anyone other than her closest friends around, she’d be mortified. It genuinely felt like her bladder was going to burst. Dana was also in immense pain. She was worried that she was doing actual damage to her body by holding so much. When she wasn’t encouraging Madison to forfeit, she was taking deep breaths to take her mind off her agonizing need. “I gotta fart,” she muttered, making Sasha giggle. She lifted her ass a bit, but her urgent need protested in the form of searing pain. The desperate girl really needed to pass gas, though. She pushed a bit, letting out a rather long fart, which was unfortunately cut short by a small leak. Dana’s eyes went wide, and she wondered how much longer she could last. “Madison, you really can’t win this,” Dana told her, watching her friend struggle to contain her fluids. “Face it, you’re filled to capacity.” Madison wasn’t going to budge, though, even though she knew it was true. She was leaking heavily every few seconds, as if she was emptying just as fast as she was filling. Dana winced as she went to change positions, but changed her mind as her enormous, liquid-filled belly sent urgent signals to stop moving. ‘God, I need to piss,’ she thought miserably, gently holding herself with one hand. ‘Even though I leaked before, it still doesn’t feel like I’m gonna pee my pants. It just hurts. Jesus Christ, it hurts...’ She absentmindedly watched her friend’s pee dance, silently urging her to relieve herself as if she had some kind of telepathic ability. Madison was scooting back and forth with her legs spread and both her hands rubbing between her legs. She looked ready to cry. Dana saw her spurt again. It was so powerful that it formed a stream for a moment before she locked her legs back together and dramatically fell on her side, digging her nails into her girlhood. “It hurts so badly,” Madison whined, urine streaming down her legs and dripping to the pavement. “So go!” Dana said, but her friend stayed where she was. “Madison, your body has a limit. You’ve got to pay attention to your bodily functions.” Dana’s bladder was so tight and full that it felt like it was going to rip. A warm soreness was spreading into her kidneys. “A-Are you really not gonna go?” She asked. Madison shook her head. Dana touched her fingers to her belly and felt her screaming organ stretched taut up against her skin. “I-I-“ Dana stuttered. She’d never lost a contest before. She’s lost soccer games, but every little contest her and her friends like to make she’s dominated. Her bladder was in searing agony and her lower back was throbbing badly. “O-Okay, Madison, you win. You win, dude.” Dana struggled to get out of her chair, careful not to make any sudden movements. “Really?” Sasha asked, “damn. You never lose, Dana.” The words hurt her confidence, but her belly hurt worse. When she tried to put weight on her feet, she felt herself leak again. She winced and flumped back down, groaning. “I can’t stand up,” she said. Sasha laughed, but Dana didn’t think anything was funny. Madison was paying very little attention, focusing on containing herself as much as possible. Sasha reached over and tapped Dana hard in the stomach. She yelped and pleaded for her not to do it again, but her friend only laughed. “Just pee your pants already,” Sasha told her. “You’re in a bathing suit. Jump in the pool and go.” Dana hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and relaxed. It took a minute for her stream to start, but when it did, it shot out of her and loudly splattered to the ground. She let out a shuddery sigh of relieve as her screaming, overbloated bladder finally drained. Her kidneys ached, but she felt such intense bliss as she let go. Madison turned away from the display, accidentally letting out a rather large spurt. An enormous puddle spread from under the chair and travelled to the poolside, dripping off the edge. After what seemed like an eternity of pissing, she jumped into the pool and floated on her back. “That’s nasty,” Sasha said, and jumped back into the pool with Dana, once again leaving Madison alone with her unbearably swollen bladder. She wondered if she would ever actually wet herself completely, or if she would just keep involuntarily leaking. It seemed like when she’d peed herself as a little kid, she gave up after the first big leak because the damage to her clothes was already done. She wondered how long it would take for her muscles to actually completely give out. She also wondered if when she reached her maximum bladder capacity, if the leaks would keep happening and her need never got worse. This odd curiosity was one of the few remaining reasons that made her keep holding her pee in for another ten minutes after that, when she was absolutely dying. Urine was always trickling out of her, dripping down her legs and soaking everything around her with pee. Her pathetic, constant stream fluctuated in strength, but never stopped or grew to a normal pee stream. Tears were welling up in her eyes as she dug her crotch hard into her heel, yellow liquid traveling down her feet. If she had pants on, her clothes would be so drenched in urine that she could have completely emptied herself into them and it wouldn’t have made her situation worse, but she wasn’t holding to keep dry. That ship had sailed a long time ago. She wasn’t completely sure why she was still holding; to expand her bladder, to win a contest, to find her limit... It was also making her crazy horny, but there’s nothing she could do about that with her friends right there in the pool. Truthfully, she enjoyed the fullness in a really odd way. It’s why she held it so often, but she’d never had to go this badly. Her eyes watered, her pussy was tingling, and she felt like she was about to pop. She’d been enduring her unbearably overfilled bladder for hours and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could take the constantly growing pain. She slipped her fingers inside her bathing suit, rubbing vigorously and clutching at herself. She was still constantly leaking and dribbling. Urine suddenly squirted out as her bursting bladder contracted, quickly reverting back to leaking in a matter of seconds.
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    Live Action Omorashi

    Where are you now?
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    Live Action Omorashi

    Did you pee yet?
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    Live Action Omorashi

    Do you still need to go?
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    Desperation or Wetting? What do you prefer?

    Definitely desperation, I don’t care much for wetting. I actually prefer it when they pee outside or in a container or something.
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    Live Action Omorashi

    Or instead of ten seconds, wait till you’re really desperate and stretch until you leak
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    Live Action Omorashi

    Try laying belly-down with a full water bottle under your bladder, or maybe stretching with both hands up for ten seconds.
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    Japanese Game Show-Desperation

    I’d love to see it with english captions too
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    The Hostage

    I have a few stories with #2 desperation, but the most prominent would probably the second part of “Germaphobe” in my Unfinished Stories blog. It’s unedited, but it’s got a pretty long scene where she really needs to poop. Yes! Part 3 will be up sometime in the next few days. 🙂
  12. These are really great. Keep it up! 🙂
  13. Quackduck

    The Hostage

    Charlotte felt out of place, not only because of her difficult situation. She felt scared and unsure of what she’d do in the long run, or where she’d go. On top of that, the clothes that Amber had given her made her feel stupid. On top of the fact that Amber was a good two sizes smaller than her, she was also far more promiscuous. Her tank top, which had a rainbow on it, fit uncomfortably tight on Charlotte’s breasts. She also had sweatpants with no underwear. “I really don’t know where I’m going here, man,” Amber said as she drove out of city lines. “If you just get me to a motel I’ll be fine. After some time I’ll go back to my house and get some cash.” “How much do you have?” “1.4 million.” “Jesus Christ!” Amber exclaimed, swerving a bit. Charlotte awkwardly pulled on the front of her sweatpants. “I mean, I didn’t work with that organization because I liked it. It honestly gave me a lot of anxiety.” “Yeah, I know but... 1.4 million. Where do you keep it?” “Under my mattress.” “That’s the worst place to keep it!” Amber said, “that’s where everyone hides their money! If I were robbing you, that’s the first place I’d check!” “Nobody’s gonna rob me.” “You don’t know that! You have to get that money back quick, Charlotte.” “Okay, they’re definitely watching my house. As soon as I step foot in my neighborhood, they’re gonna take me again.” There was a pause. “What if I went?” The first thing Charlotte thought of was how dangerous that would be for Amber. She didn’t want her to get hurt. The second thing was that she might be trying to steal her money. She shook the second thought out of her head and said “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Anyone going into my house would get their attention.” “Well, how much do you have now?” Charlotte checked her pockets, then felt a cold nervousness in her chest. Her purse was in her car in the parking lot of the coffee shop, and her pants were urine-stained and in the garbage at Amber’s apartment. “Uh-“ she stuttered. “Do you not have anything?” Charlotte didn’t answer. “Dude, I can get you some money from your house. I promise, I’ll be in and out in less than two minutes.” She hesitated. “If you go in through the back. You can get to the backyard off a dirt road. Make sure nobody sees you. Absolutely no one. If someone does, just keep walking and forget about it. There’s a spare key under the mat at the sliding glass door.” She wrote down her address on a napkin and gave it to Amber. “I’ll get it, I promise. I’ll just fill a duffel bag or something.” Charlotte was silent, and filled with anxiety. She took deep, quiet breaths to keep from panicking. “I’ll lend you some money for a motel tonight,” Amber said, “then I’ll come back in the morning with the bag, okay?” Charlotte nodded. Some time later, when it was beginning to get dark, she pulled into a rather seedy looking motel off the side of the road. When she had gotten her room and was about to leave, Amber hugged her. She thought it was weird, but she half-hugged her back. “Tomorrow morning,” Amber said as she left. “I promise!” Charlotte laid in her bed that night staring at the ceiling. The events of that day played over and over in her head. She felt an uncomfortable fullness build up in her bowels, as coffee was a natural laxative and she’d had far more than she needed. She got up and went to the bathroom, only to find it absolutely disgusting. The toilet had some kind of undistinguishable gunk on it. Charlotte squirmed a bit, really needing to use the toilet, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She went under the sink and found cleaning supplies. She sprayed and wiped down the toilet seat with clorox, all while writhing and bouncing, trying to keep it all in. As soon as she finished, she hurriedly yanked her sweatpants down and sat down on the toilet, immediately emptying herself. She sighed over the sound of her relief and slight urination. With some of the money Amber had lent her, she bought herself a large soda from a vending machine outside. She drank it while watching TV, keeping her mind off what happened that day, as she slowly drifted to sleep. Charlotte woke up just as the sun was peeking over the horizon because she really needed to pee. The soda she’d drank was very large, and had travelled to her bladder during the night. She rolled on her back and lifted her shirt, looking at her bulge which protruded out of her belly like a small melon. She urgently needed to urinate, so badly that she felt like she needed her hands between her legs. It reminded her of the coffee shop and the car ride with the bad men. Her eyes were heavy with the desire for more sleep, but she was holding a lot of liquid inside her. She lifted the sweatpants up and looked at her bare pussy. On any other day, she would have got up to use the restroom, but she thought about how long she was able to hold it in the car. Instead of going, she rolled onto her side and went back to sleep. When she woke up about an hour later, she needed to go. Her piss-filled organ pulsed heavily with the dire need for release. She held herself with both hands and rolled onto her back again, feeling the urine slosh around inside her as she did so. “Fuck, I have to piss so bad!” she said aloud to no one. “It’s starting to hurt,” she muttered as she prodded at her swollen bladder. She rolled over on her belly, squishing her piss bulge against the mattress. She groaned into her pillow before falling back asleep. The next time she woke up, it was like waking up mentally as well as physically. Many hours had passed since she was last awake and she knew for a fact that she shouldn’t hold it any longer. She was in serious pain and had sweat a lot in her sleep. Her bladder was enormous with the vast amount of urine it contained. She didn’t know how she’d explain it to Amber if she peed in her sweatpants. She tried to get up to rush to the toilet, but her screaming need to pee wouldn’t allow her to stand. She had both hands inside her sweatpants and was squeezing herself intermittently, trying to relieve herself of some of the pressure. She tried to get out of bed again and spurted into her palms. She winced, scooting back and forth and grinding her crotch into the bed. She yanked her sweatpants down as she felt another small leak travel out of her urethra. Charlotte certainly didn’t want to wet someone else’s clothes if it came to that. She kicked them off her ankles and sat there, naked from the waist down, squirming and writhing desperately with both hands grabbing at herself. Her belly was stretched taut with her overfilled bladder, which pulsed and throbbed agonizingly. Holding herself as hard as she could, she jumped off the bed and ran to the toilet, leaking the whole way. She burst as soon as her butt hit the lid, moaning a bit in relief. She felt the splash-back of her powerful stream on her thighs. With no pants, she could see her bladder deflate as the urine drained from her body like a tap. Once she was finished, she pulled the sweatpants back on and checked the time. It was about noon. Amber would be back any minute. To be continued...
  14. Quackduck

    female The Hostage

    Charlotte sat as upright as a flagpole at the back table in a coffee shop. She wore a grey pantsuit and her hair tightly tied up in a bun. She’d been there for three hours. Every time the barista came by and asked if she was ready for the check, she refused and ordered something else as to not arouse suspicion, though she knew that it wasn’t normal to sit in a coffee shop by yourself for hours on end. People were talking, no doubt. The last thing she needed was attention. Too many cups of coffee and small crumbcakes later, her heart was beating fast and her bladder was so full that it was in constant pain. She fidgeted, but not just from desperation. She was incredibly anxious over her guest being late. Charlotte checked her phone. The last update was an hour ago, when he said he would be there as soon as he could. The only restroom in the shop was employees only, but he could arrive at any moment, so she couldn’t leave the shop for any reason. She sighed and tensed her thighs in response to her bulging, overfull bladder that pulsed agonizingly against her tight clothing. She needed to piss so bad. She wished he’d hurry up and get there already. She couldn’t remember a time where she needed relief this urgently. The bell on the door rang. Her guest had arrived. ”What happened?” she hissed. ”Something came up,” he muttered. ”Well, let’s just get this over with.” She took an envelope from her pocketbook and handed it to him, which he slid into his coat pocket. “It’s a list of names. Three or so.” She looked him in the eye. “By Friday.” He returned a stone cold look. ”How much?” he asked. ”One hundred twenty thou. The party emphasized Friday.” She crossed her legs, trying to hide that her need was an emergency. ”I’ll get it done,” he said, getting up. ”Wait! We can’t both leave at the same time!” ”Then you leave after me,” he sneered, then left. She sat there, still filled with an enormous amount of liquid that tortured her insides. She crossed her legs the other way and held her breath, focusing on keeping the dam closed. She watched him get into the passenger seat of a red car, but it didn’t leave. It just sat there. “Why isn’t he leaving?” she groaned to herself after a few minutes of waiting, her bloated belly pulsing with piss. She discreetly pushed her knuckles in between her legs, wanting any kind of relief she could get. The car was still there almost twenty minutes after that, but she couldn’t take it anymore. Every cup of coffee she’d drank had made its way to her bladder. It hurt so badly she couldn’t think. Risky or not, she needed to empty herself before she exploded. She wiped beads of sweat from her forehead and forced herself to her feet. She composed herself as much as she could as she paid for her things, then thanked the barista as she hobbled out the door. She made it across the parking lot with no leakage. As soon as she was inside her car, she squeezed herself with her left hand and hurriedly jammed the key in the ignition. A knock on her window startled her and nearly made her leak. “Get out,” the man said. It was her guest from before. A cold, anxious feeling formed in the pit of her stomach. She took the key out and did what she was told, grimacing at the pain in her howling tummy. She got into the back seat, where a man had a gun pointed at her. Charlotte was trembling from head to toe. “Where did you get these names?” the man asked as the car began to move. “T-The third party,” she whimpered. “And who is that?” he grumbled impatiently. “I- I can’t-“ “Who is it?” he nearly shouted. “I don’t know their name! I’m just the messenger. Jeremy knows the names.” She tensed her thighs. She needed to pee so badly. All she wanted more than anything was to relieve herself, but at the moment she feared for her life. “You know where to find Jeremy then, right?” She nodded. “Take us to him.” “He lives in Armington, on the southside.” “Take us to him,” he growled. She gulped. It was nearly a two hour car ride. “You’re going the wrong way. Armington’s north. Take 76.” “I can get to Armington. Just tell me where to find him when we get there.” “Can I ask what this is all about?” He didn’t answer. They drove in silence for a little over half an hour. By then, Charlotte was in extraordinary pain. Her bladder was so filled with coffee that it felt like it was going to tear. It bulged out of her like a melon. Every bump and turn made the massive amount of urine slosh around in her belly. Her legs were locked tightly together and she was gripping her pants so hard that her knuckles were turning white. She hadn’t leaked at all, though. She managed to keep every drop of liquid inside of her, even if it was torture. They’d been driving through the almost barren desert for a long time, and she’d made up her mind to face her fears and ask for a toilet break as soon as the opportunity arose. It did. A sign that read “1000 FEET- EXIT 36: FOOD, LODGING” passed by. “C-Can you stop at a restroom at this next exit, please?” she asked with a shaky voice. There was no response. She felt like crying. “Please, I really need to relieve myself.” “You’re just gonna run away as soon as you’re out of sight,” one of the men grumbled. “I won’t, I swear! I have nowhere to go!” They drove past the exit. She groaned in misery, doubling over as her searing bladder screamed in agony. “Please, it’s an emergency. I really- I can’t-“ she had to hold back tears. It hurt so bad. Charlotte was worried that she was doing actual damage to her organs at this point. It felt like there was a bowling ball in her stomach. “I think we need to stop somewhere,” one of the men said. “It’s better than a wet car seat.” The driver grumbled something and pulled over to the side of the road. She almost protested, as she was far too dignified to pee outside, but the pain was excruciaShe rushed to climb out, but the man next to her grabbed her arm tightly. “Try anything funny, you’ll regret it. Nothing out here but desert.” Charlotte squirmed in her seat, pulling her trembling arm away. “Ah!” she whimpered as she climbed out, urine sloshing around inside her. She rushed to undo her belt with shaking hands, doubled over and fidgeting. One of the men came around the car and guarded her. “At least turn around!” she said, halting the process for a moment. She needed to piss so badly she was on the verge of tears, but she still had some dignity. The man rolled his eyes and turned around. Charlotte pulled her pants down to her knees and squatted down. The ground remained dry. Her bladder was absolutely searing as it was squished against her thighs, but her urethra was clamped tight. She took a deep breath and tried to relax, but she was too uncomfortable in her surroundings. On top of being held hostage in a car with three dangerous men, she’d never relieved herself outside before. She closed her eyes and focused on emptying the gallons of hot piss she had contained inside her. It took a while, but she eventually began leaking a bit. It trickled slowly out of her tingling pussy, granting her very little relief. Something was better than nothing, though. “You done yet?” one of the men asked. “Give me a minute,” she said, annoyed, her pathetic stream faltering. “Well, hurry up.” “I need a toilet! I can’t go outside like this.” “Get her back in the car,” the driver said. “I’m tired of waiting.” “No, please!” she pleaded, stemming the stream and pulling her pants up as fast as she could. “I really can’t hold it! I need to go!” She was shoved into the car. She didn’t button her pants since she was still in serious pain. Her breath was bated and her hand was in between her legs as the car began driving again. Twenty minutes later, she was drenched in sweat. Every time she breathed in, it felt like her bladder was under pressure. Her knees were brought up, both hands were squeezing her crotch, and her head was rested back exhaustedly. She was on the verge of tears. “I can’t take it anymore,” she muttered, watching another exit sign come and go. “My bladder hurts so bad it feels like it’s gonna burst.” There was no response. She held back a choked, pained sob. “I- If you don’t stop at a toilet I don’t know what’s going to happen.” She wondered if her bladder could actually explode. Her pussy was tingling and her urethra was burning. Her stomach bulged out against her legs. Still, the men ignored her. The driver hit a pothole. It jarred her bloated belly, sending shockwaves of pain throughout her abdomen as the enormous amount of piss sloshed around inside her. She whimpered, bit into her knuckle, and started to cry. Ten minutes after that, the first leak happened. Charlotte gasped and squeezed harder, her urethra burning hot as the sun. She groaned miserably and doubled over, biting hard into the seat in front of her. A little while after that, it happened again, but with more force. She was starting to lose control. The third time, the leak turned into a forceful stream, which she tried her hardest to stop. “Ah! Owww...” Her legs convulsed in the effort to stop. Urine was pooling around her butt and leaking down her legs. By the time she finally managed to stop, she was completely drenched in pee, but there continued to be a searing pain in her still overfull bladder, which agonizingly ached as bad as it did in the coffee shop. “Uh,” the man next to her said, “I think we really do need to stop at a bathroom.” He seemed almost sympathetic to her situation. The driver glanced in the rearview mirror. “The damage is already done,” he said. “I- I still—“ Charlotte started, but didn’t finish. It was no use. She writhed in desperation, the wet fabric of her pants and underwear sticking uncomfortable to her skin. Her face was flushed red from the humiliation of having to sit in a puddle of her own urine like this. She shut her eyes and winced as he hit another pothole. About ten minutes after that, the driver began asking for directions to Jeremy’s house. She tried to keep the pain out of her voice, but it was in vain. The agony she felt from her intense need to urinate was almost unbearable. When they arrived, the two men in front got out of the car. “Make sure she doesn’t try anything while we’re gone,” one of them said. “I’m not going?” she asked, “wait, I have- I have to go. I need to use the bathroom. I really can’t hold it the whole drive back—“ They shut the door on her. She groaned, squeezing herself and leaning her head into the headrest in front of her. Her bloated belly pressed into her wrists. “I don’t know if this will help,” the man next to her said, dumping a gatorade bottle out the window. The sound of splashing liquid against pavement made her cringe. He handed her the empty bottle. “Can you use this?” Charlotte hesitated. She didn’t want to pull her pants down in front of him, but she also didn’t want to wet herself again, and she wanted relief more than anything else in the world. She took the bottle and skinned her pants down just enough so that she could hold it between her legs. Her ass and thighs glistened with urine. The poor, desperate girl took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and focused on relaxing her muscles. This was even worse than peeing outside, though, and the huge amount of pee remained contained within her small, trembling body. She glanced over at the man and caught him looking. He quickly diverted his gaze, and Charlotte turned an even deeper shade of red. After a few minutes of awkward silence, she spoke. “W-what is all this about?” She struggled to talk through her need to urinate. “Why am I here?” The man stared out the window. “The people on that sheet are members of an organization we have a partnership with.” He went into no further detail. “Will Jeremy be okay?” He nodded his head. “Will I be okay?” He looked her in the eyes. “As long as you do what you’re told.” She couldn’t keep the fear out of her face. He looked down at the bottle she was holding. “And if you don’t piss soon, I’m taking that back. I could get into trouble for helping you like this.” “I can’t. I- I-“ she began to cry. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t release even a single drop of pee. It hurt so badly. The walls of her bladder were stretched so far beyond her normal capacity that it felt like it was pressing on her other organs. “I need a toilet,” she sobbed. “Not a bottle and not the ground.” “This is what you got. It’s all I can do. I don’t want to sit here smelling your piss any more than you want to have to hold it.” “I’m in so much pain. Isn’t there anything you can do?” His face suddenly turned to fear. The other men were coming back. “Pull your pants up.” She hesitated. “Now! Or we’re both dead!” She pulled her pants up and dropped the bottle to the ground. She continued to cry. She couldn’t help it. The pain she was feeling was unbearable. She held herself for the small amount of comfort it gave, not to keep her pee in. If she could completely wet herself, she would do it in a heartbeat. One of the men opened her door, but didn’t let her out. “He told us the names,” he said, “but he didn’t know where to find them. He said you know that.” She nodded, squirming a bit. “Why don’t you tell me why you didn’t just tell us that in the first place and saved us two hours?” He was almost shouting. Charlotte stuttered. A wave of desperation caused her to wince and grip herself harder. The man’s eyes flicked down to her bloated belly. He suddenly drove his fist hard into her bulge, causing her to cry out in agony, tears streaming down her face. He kept his fist there, pushing it further into her stomach. The pain was blinding. She tried in vain to push his arm away, but the torturous feeling of his knuckles pressing down on her overfilled tummy drained her of her strength. “Please-“ she begged, “s-stop!” “Let her go,” the driver said, “we’ve lost enough time already.” He took his arm back and slammed her door. She still felt the ghost of his hand on her belly, as if it were still there. Her bladder spasmed unnaturally, irregularly palpitating like a damaged heart. She felt scared to move, lest she hurt herself even more. The car began to move. “Leonard Miller. Where can we find him?” the driver asked. Charlotte didn’t respond. She was crying, and actually trying to pee herself. “You shouldn’t have hit her, man,” the man next to her said. “I’ll hit her again if she doesn’t start talking!” “Goddamnit, I’m tired of this!” The driver turned into a gas station. “Somebody go with her. Make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid.” The man who sat next to her got out and opened the door for her. She shakily got out, doubled over and cradling her burning bladder. She hobbled slowly into the gas station and went straight to the one-person bathroom. The man waited outside. Although the feeling of the man’s fist in her stomach had subsided, the unbearable aching of her urine-filled organ was still searing. She sat down on the toilet and took a deep breath, ready to finally empty herself of the gallons of piss she had been holding for so long. She sat there in silence, though. She was still locked down tight. Charlotte felt scared now. What damage had been done? She started to cry again, massaging her bursting belly. Her hands were shaking with immense pain, and her urethra stung badly. ‘Maybe if I run the sink, it will be easier to find relief,’ she thought. She looked over at it and saw a small window above the mirror. It was then she felt a different kind of fear. It wasn’t the deep dread she felt for her damaged bladder, though it still screamed to be drained. It was mixed with anticipation and adrenaline. She put her immense need to urinate to the side for a minute and stood on the sink. She pushed the window open with a loud, rusty creak. It led out to behind the building, which was perfect. It wasn’t very big, though. She hoped to god she could fit through. She jumped up and dug her nails into the dirt, squeezing her body through the small opening. Her bladder squished against it, causing her to groan miserably, but she managed to get through. Then she took off as fast as she could, liquid sloshing around inside of her. She ran for a long time, not stopping for any reason, until she was blocks away from the men. It wasn’t until a particularly painful wave of desperation caused her to double over that she finally stopped running, panting and sweating, and still full of fluid. It was then she began to cry again. “You good?” someone asked. Charlotte looked up and saw a skinny blond girl in a crop top, short shorts, and high heels. “I- I dont-“ “Are you hurt?” Charlotte didn’t know how to respond. “I’m not hurt,” she said, struggling to compose herself. “Could you tell me where a bathroom is?” “It seems like it’s too late for that,” the girl said, looking at the dark patch on Charlotte’s pants. She turned bright red. “I can’t- I still have to-“ she stuttered, her legs shaking a bit as she felt herself start to leak. It gradually grew to a more powerful stream until urine was forcefully hissing out of her. She didn’t fight it. She closed her eyes and sighed in relief as her bursting bladder finally drained into her pants, completely soaking the fabric right down to her shoes. It streaked black down her legs and butt. Golden liquid began to escape from her drenched pants and patter to the pavement, forming a puddle that travelled down the sidewalk and into the gutter. Her belly bulge was deflating like a balloon. Finally emptying herself of the ocean of piss that she was holding was absolute bliss. Her stream finally trickled to a stop after what seemed like an eternity of pissing. “Damn,” the girl said, “you ruined your pants.” “I don’t even care,” Charlotte said. She echoed that sentence in her head to keep from crying from the humiliation. “You really had to go,” the girl looked at the river of urine that travelled from beneath Charlotte. “That’s so much piss! Why were you holding so much?” “It’s a long story,” she muttered, leaking a little more pee. “I have clothes you can borrow.” “Thanks.” She followed the girl to her car. “I’m Amber by the way.” “I’m Charlotte,” she half-smiled at her. “Are you sure I can sit down? I don’t want to ruin your seat.” “Just take off your pants and dry your butt.” She hesitated, but seeing as the other option was two hours of public transport back to her house, she did as she was told. She wore a black thong. She put a sweatshirt around her waist when they went into her apartment building. “You can shower if you want,” Amber said when they got inside. As Charlotte stood under the warm water, the reality of her situation hit her hard. She’d have to skip town. She may never see Jeremy again, if he was even still alive. When she finished her shower, she came out and found Amber on the couch, sitting oddly on her foot. “Hey,” Amber greeted, looking almost surprised. “You said you had clothes...?” “Oh right!” She hopped off the couch and looked around in the laundry basket, stepping around and squirming. “You alright?” Charlotte asked. She giggled. “I know why you were holding.” Charlotte gave her a weird look. “You don’t have to deny it,” Amber said, “I’m into it too.” “What are you talking about?” “Omorashi. Why else would you have been holding it for so long? And waited until someone was right there to wet yourself?” She pulled on the hem of her shorts. “I’m not judging you, but that’s not was I was doing.” Amber’s cheeks turned red. “Oh. What were you doing?” She sighed. She felt like she needed to talk to someone. It’s not like she had much to lose anymore. She sat on the couch and explained everything, starting from the beginning, about how she was an operative for an assassination agency that had turned against her, all the way up to the hours of bladder torture she’d been forced to endure. By the time she finished, Amber was sitting on her heel and she was gripping the sides of her shorts. “Wow,” she muttered. “Do you need to go to the bathroom?” Charlotte asked. Amber shook her head. “I can’t stand up right now,” she said casually. “Either you’re insane or you need to get out of town quick.” “I don’t really care if you don’t believe me, I just needed to get that off my chest.” “Do you have anywhere to go?” Charlotte shook her head. Amber winced and tapped herself between the legs before jumping up and rushing to the bathroom. She stopped outside the door, stepping and squirming in place. “I can help you if you want,” she said, “give you a ride somewhere or something.” “Thanks,” Charlotte said as the bathroom door closed, but she didn’t know where she’d go. Amber’s urine stream was long and hard, loudly splattering against the toilet water and porcelain. After Charlotte got dressed and they got in the car, the only direction she could give Amber was “far from here.” So with that, she started over. To Be Continued
  15. Quackduck

    School Delinquent

    Is there a version in english that you know of?