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  1. Quackduck

    Full Bladder Curse!

    (Allude to when her sister used to make her hold it to mess with her) As she jumped, squirmed, and squeezed herself, she felt small drops or urine occasionally trickling out of her urethra and dampening her underwear. She twisted and contorted her legs to knock on the door. “How long are you gonna be, Emma? It’s an emergency!” “You just went!” snapped her sister. “Leave me alone!” Olivia groaned miserably and pressed her fingers in between her legs with all her strength, struggling to keep dry. The poor, desperate girl was so full of liquid she couldn’t think. She spurted, then again, then again. Afraid of wetting herself, she ran into her room, dropped her pants, grabbed an armful of dirty laundry, and held it in between her legs. She relaxed, making a loud, hissing stream into the clothes. It didn’t take long until the clothes were almost drenched and her bladder had been emptied enough so that she was no longer desperate. There was still a dull ache reminding her she still needed to go, though, and not too long afterwards she was back to squirming around in uncomfortable agony. With both hands pressed firmly between her crotch, the bursting girl sprinted to the bathroom, hoping her sister was done. She wasn’t. She jumped, squirmed, squeezed, and twisted for almost ten minutes before the leaks started happening again. Her already damp underwear was cold and sticking to her body. “Ohhh... I wish I’d never drank from that river!” she moaned, “I hate this stupid curse and I hate that stupid wizard!” Deciding she couldn’t hold it any longer, she held herself as hard as she could and sprinted outside, a small but constant trickle of urine escaping her. As soon as she was out the door, she yanked down her pants, squatted down, and exploded a strong blue stream, her pee quickly puddling around her feet. She sighed blissfully, thankful that her house was secluded enough to not be seen. She pulled her pants back up, feeling the cold dampness of her undergarments against her crotch and her butt, then went back to her room. As she passed the bathroom, she smelled a faint but foul smell emanating from it. Olivia immediately changed into her pajamas. Later in the night as she lay in bed reading a book, rather tired, she suddenly noticed another dire need to pass water. She hadn’t even realized that she needed to go. She rushed to the toilet and relieved herself, then went back to bed and fell asleep. A bad need to urinate woke her up multiple times throughout the night. Each time she went to the toilet, she was more tired and it was harder to get up. One time, she was so tired that she figured she’d rather have the comfort of her own bed than the comfort of an empty bladder, so instead of relieving the pulsing liquid inside of her, she went back to sleep. The next time she woke up, it was morning, and she needed to urinate worse than she’d ever had before in her life. Her bladder was so full that it was in constant, extreme pain. It felt like it was about to tear! The crotch and butt of her pajama bottoms were soaked, and so was a spot on her bed, but she wasn’t concerned with this at the moment. Olivia was on the verge of tears. The huge bladder bulge that stuck out of her was as big as a small bowling ball. Whimpering and shaking, she gingerly crawled out of bed and, doubled over, she waddled to the bathroom. Every step was like knives in her belly. When she got to the bathroom, she saw that the door was closed and locked, occupied once again by her sister. She put both hands over her pee bulge and started to cry. Her sister always took so long in the mornings. Even when she wasn’t cursed, she would be getting dressed and making breakfast desperate to pee, waiting for the bathroom to be open. Now, as her body punished her with excruciating pain for every second she contained the gallons of hot piss inside her, she wanted nothing more than to just let go. (Goes to wizard to reverse the spell. Pisses outside or wets herself) She came upon the wizard’s river. By this time, she was already desperate to tinkle again and was hopping around with her hands between her legs. “Wizard!” she called, squirming around. “Ohhh... Wizard!” He appeared from seemingly nothing. “What do you want? Oh, it’s you again. The little thief who stole my river water.” “I need you to reverse the spell! Please!” “No! I don’t do favors for thieves.” She doubled over and squeezed herself. “I didn’t mean to, I thought it was a normal river! I was so thirsty! I can’t deal with this curse, I’m begging you to reverse it!” “The river water needs to come out of your system and return to the earth!” he said angrily. “Please! Isn’t there anything you can do?” He thought for a moment. “I can alter it’s mode of escape from your body.” He shot a beam of light at her, which nearly made her fall again. On top of her dire need to tinkle, she felt a fart bubble up inside her. She thought nothing of it and simply held it in. Just a moment later, though, her stomach was suddenly full of gas that desperately needed to get out. She locked her legs together and pinched her buttcheeks. “No! Change it back! That’s even worse!” “You want to do things without being punished! That’s not how it’s going to work, young lady.” A gaseous wave pushed its way into her tummy, forcing a loud fart out of her. It made her leak into her pants, and she turned bright red. “Please, please, please! Is there really nothing you can do?” He grumbled something and shot another beam of light at her. This time, it caused her to fall back. Another small foot escaped her bottom, but the gas stopped building up. She had both of her hands squeezing in between her legs while she scooted back and forth in the grass, trying desperately not to leak, though she was failing considerably. Her tired urethra was burning from the constant effort, and the pent up gas in her belly was pushing torturously against her overfull, bursting bladder. The patch on the crotch of her underwear was growing by the second. “I’m begging you, I can’t keep going on like this!” “The water needs to get out of your body some way or another. There’s truly nothing I can do. Now get out of here!” Olivia put her head down and started to cry as the leaking grew stronger and stronger until she was having a full-on accident. She couldn’t fight it anymore, her muscles were completely done with holding in her urine. Pee loudly hissed out of her, spreading down her thighs and puddling around her butt. Tears of humiliation fell from her face. Once she had completely emptied herself, even though she felt relieved, she was red as a tomato, and sat there crying and drenched in urine. “There’s one thing I can do, I suppose,” the wizard said, taking pity on her. She looked up at him hopefully with teary eyes. “I can make it so it all comes out of you at once. You’ll need to go extremely badly, so make sure you have access to a bathroom. Once you’re on the toilet, you’ll relieve yourself for a very long time, then you won’t ever have to deal with it ever again. Stand up.” She stood up, her wet pants glistening in the sun. First, the wizard flicked his wand and dried her clothes. Then, he shot the familiar beam of light at her, but she didn’t fall this time. “It will hit you in about five minutes,” he said, “go home now! Get to a bathroom!” She ran until her house was in sight, then slowed to a walk. She didn’t live very far at all. ‘I’m probably even going to have to wait a minute on the toilet,’ she thought. She stopped walking for a moment, lifted her leg a bit, and released possibly the longest fart she’d ever had in her life. It was left over from the previous spell. She still felt the presence of air in her belly afterwards, though, and stopped a few more times on the way home to pass gas. The need to pee came a bit quicker than she expected, though. Ten feet from her house, she felt a twinge. Walking in the front door, it was rather noticeable. Going up the stairs, she needed to tinkle kind of urgently. When she came upon the bathroom door, closed, locked, and occupied, she was already squirming and holding herself. “No!” She whispered, feeling herself filling up by the second. “No no no no no!!!” She sprinted down the stairs with her hands between her legs. She started spurting before she made it outside, so she instead yanked her pants down to her knees and jumped onto the sink, exploding a hissing stream of hot, steaming piss. She sighed, but she wasn’t feeling full relief. She was producing urine so quickly that she was never completely empty, and her stream was constantly powerful. As the urination dragged on, she began massaging and pushing on her bladder to make it go quicker. Olivia was peeing faster than the sink could drain, and it was beginning to fill. She was wondering how she could solve this problem, when a sound caused fear to strike her heart. The bathroom door opened. Her sisters footsteps were quickly coming down the hallway. Olivia immediately and painfully stemmed her stream, yanked her pants back up, and sprinted out the door. She couldn’t go in front of the house this time; her sister would see her out the window. She should have just sprinted to the bathroom. That’s what she does every other morning after her sister takes forever in the bathroom, but this time, she couldn’t risk her sister asking where she’s been. She needed to find a place to go, and quick. Her need was growing exponentially, and her bladder was beginning to bulge. Jumping around desperately with both of her hands squeezing her girlhood, she sprinted around the house and snuck in the back door as quietly as she could. As she silently made her way to the stairs so she can get to the restroom, she heard her sister open the front door. ‘Perfect!’ She thought, ‘If she’s outside, I can just make a beeline to the bathroom!’ She doubled over as her need worsened even further to the point of pain. She rushed through the house to the stairs, but stopped short in her tracks when she saw her sister simply looking out the front door instead of leaving it. Olivia ducked behind the kitchen counter, but it was a mistake. Squatting down pressed her belly painfully into her thighs. She filled her cheeks with air to keep quiet, gripping the sides of her pants until her knuckles turned white. She felt her bulging bladder pulsing against her thighs, growing with every pulse. She was afraid to peek around the side of the counter, because how would she explain hiding from her sister? She gritted her teeth and sat still for a while. The urgency of her need grew to the point that it was when she woke up that morning, where it was so bad that it felt like she might pop, then surpassed it. She gripped her privates with her right hand and shifted so that she was on her knees with her butt in the air as to remove as much pressure from her tortured tummy as she could. She buried her face in her left arm as she squeezed with all her strength, though no leaks or spurts were happening. Every drop of pee was being excruciatingly contained within her body. Olivia sat up and pushed her crotch into her heel, putting both hands inside of her underwear and squeezing herself. She felt her bulge growing against her wrists. She heard her sister shut the door, and she held her breath. Emma’s footsteps went past the kitchen and up the stairs. Then, the sound of the bathroom door closing sounded through the house. Olivia couldn’t believe it. What could she be doing in there? She couldnt wonder about that at the time, though, she was absolutely dying to piss. She kept one hand holding inside her underwear, and the other hand was used to help her get up off the floor. Whimpering and tearing up, she hobbled up the steps and into her room, where she laid on her back in her bed writhing in pain. The searing agony that tore through her overfilled bladder was excruciating. She rolled over on her side, bit into her pillow, and shut her eyes as tears flowed down her face. Her screaming bladder was so stretched beyond its natural capacity that she didn’t know if she could take it any longer. Miraculously, still no urine managed to escape her, but she seriously considered pissing herself right there. Emma flushed the toilet. Immediately, she gingerly rose from her bed, careful not to jar her bladder, and composed herself, ready to rush into the bathroom. She couldn’t bring herself to stand up straight, though, so she was hunched over and painfully cradling her belly full of hot piss. As soon as the bathroom door was opened, Olivia tried to get into the restroom, but Emma grabbed her arm. “Where were you this morning?” she demanded. “I-I’ve been sleeping. I really need to piss, let me—“ “I saw your bed this morning, it was empty. Where did you go?” “Emma, I need to pee really bad, please let me through!” “Not until you tell me where you were.” She racked her brain for an excuse, but she couldn’t think with the screaming agony in her bladder. She pulled away from her sister. “Ill tell you in a minute, I have to-“ Emma tightened her grip until it hurt. “You were in the forest, weren’t you?” “Emma, I’m seriously about to explode, please let me—“ “Tell me where you went!” “I went outside to find a place to pee because you were taking so long! I didn’t want you to make fun of me so I just came back. Now I’m really bursting.” They locked eyes for a moment. Emma’s eyes went down to Olivia’s hand, which had moved between her legs during the conversation. She quickly put it back at her side. “You’re lying. Just go fucking piss.” Emma released her iron grip, allowing Olivia to rush in, slam the door, yank down her pants, and explode. She shuddered a blissful sigh, biting her lip to keep from moaning. Her stream was even stronger than before. Although the pain was stagnant in her bladder, there was an undeniable sexual pleasure in the way her urine was being forced out of her with such power. The stream went on for nearly a half hour before it died down at all. She was still urinating at a moderate strength for a long time after that. She even needed to flush the toilet a few times so it didn’t overflow. She heard a knock at the door. “Are you almost done?” her sister asked. “I don’t know,” Olivia responded sheepishly, pee still pattering against the porcelain. “Can you please hurry up? You’ve been in there for almost an hour!” She sounded distressed. When Olivia didn’t respond, she sighed in exasperation and left. Her stream slowed to a trickle not long after that, and eventually died sown completely. She flushed and left the restroom, feeling incredibly relieved, but a rather evil idea came into her mind. She turned the bathroom light on and shut the door to make it seem like someone was in there, then snuck into her room. It was revenge for all the times she’s nearly wet herself and felt humiliated because of Emma. A little while later, she heard her rushing up the stairs. Olivia hid in her closet and listened as her sister got to the bathroom door. “Jesus, you’re still in there?” Olivia heard the rustling of clothes and the sound of feet stepping in one place. “Fuck!” she said and went back downstairs. Olivia snuck down the stairs and peeked over to where her sister was sitting. She was on her computer, doing some kind of school assignment, while one hand was between her legs. She was squirming around and squeezing herself periodically. “Omigod... omigod... Oh my fucking god, I have to piss...” she was muttering. Suddenly, she winced and stuck her hand down her pants, tensing every muscle for a minute. Then, she threw her computer to the side and got off the couch. Olivia ran into the bathroom and locked the door as quietly as she could. Emma came down the hallway and knocked on the door. “Please tell me you’re almost done,” she said. Olivia didn’t answer. She looked under the door and saw her sister marching in place. She jumped back when Emma vainly tried the handle. When it didn’t turn, she stormed back down the hallway and returned to the couch. unfinished
  2. Quackduck

    Isabelle the Tree Climber

    “The longer you wait, the worse it’s gonna get.” She stopped jumping and squeezed herself with all her might, then stood up straight and simply stepped in place. “Okay, it’s passed. I’m ready.” She stepped onto my hands and I lifted her up to the branch. She pulled herself onto it with ease. Her arms and legs hugged the branch tightly and her whole body trembled with fear. “Okay I’m up,” she said, “I can get down now? You owe me a soda?” ”Christ, Isabelle, you’re five feet off the ground!” ”I don’t like heights!” ”At least sit up.” Isabelle slowly pushed herself up until she was upright. I noticed her starting to fidget desperately as her need began to return to its previous severity. She scooted back and forth, grinding into the tree branch. ”Try to get up to that branch,” I told her. ”I have to tinkle!” she said, her movements becoming more exaggerated. ”You can’t just go one branch up?” She shook her head. “I’m gonna burst. We have to go back to the pool. Help me down.” ”Just jump down.” ”Jacob, you’re mean!” she yelled, giggling. “Just jump! It’s easy.” ”I’m literally about to wet my bathing suit, I need you to help me down.” I shrugged. ”Jacob!” She laughed, then gasped, tensing her entire body and sitting upright like a statue. She must have leaked. She stayed like that for a moment, then returned to jiggling. “Dude, my bladder hurts, please help me down from here.” “You can beg all you want. You used to chase me with spiders!” ”Yeah, and it didn’t work! You’re still scared of spiders!” ”Well then, this isn’t to help you. It’s revenge.” “Oh my god, you’re such a—“ her eyes went wide and she doubled over. “Ohhhhh- fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...” ”We’ll head back to the pool as soon as you jump down.” ”I hate you. I really- omigod, I have to go so bad I can’t even think!” ”Jump then! Don’t think about it, just jump!” “I can’t- Jacob, I seriously—“ Isabelle suddenly shivered violently for a moment and squeezed herself. ”What was that?” I asked, laughing. ”I couldn’t stop leaking!” She was giggling, but the look on her face was reflecting seriousness. “I don’t think I can hold it much longer.” “You really can’t jump down?” ”No! I need you to help me! I seriously need to—“ Suddenly, she gasped, her eyes going wide. She squeezed herself madly for a few seconds, her legs tightening around the tree, but she lost the battle. She yanked her bikini to the side and exploded, a strong, hissing stream bursting out of her like a firehouse. ”Mmm!” She moaned, biting her lip as the ocean of piss sprayed out of her and pattered against the tree. Suddenly, the stream stopped abruptly and she doubled over. ”Owww...” she groaned. ”Why did you stop in the middle? The damage is already done.” ”Please just help me down, Jacob.” I held out my hands in the same manner as I did before. I felt the sticky wetness of her urine dripping onto my hands, and saw the glistening wetness on her thighs. She shook her legs when she got on the ground. Isabelle continued to step in place and squeeze herself. “I didn’t get anything on your hands, did I?” She asked, embarrassed. “No,” I lied. She sighed, relieved. ”Okay, good. We seriously need to get back to the pool, though. The tank is not empty.” ”You could just go in the woods like usual.” ”I told you I’m done with that. We need to hurry.” We went back to the pool at a brisk pace. I deliberately took a long time unlocking the gate with the card. ”Jacob!” She scolded, making me snicker. As soon as we got in the gate, we jumped into the pool. Isabelle sighed in relief, blushing with a goofy smile on her face. ”Better?” I asked. ”It’s still going.” She looked down. “Thank god that dye thing is fake” unfinished
  3. Quackduck

    Isabelle the Tree Climber

    “Isabelle, come on! Ill even give you a boost. Come here.” She shook her head and put her hands in between her legs again. ”It’ll be fun when you try it. I’ll buy you a soda if you do it.” ”I don’t want to think about soda, Jacob,” she said, bobbing up and down. ”Later I’ll get you one. Hurry up before you wet yourself.” She hesitated, then came over. “Let’s get this over with,” she said, stepping around and squeezing every couple of seconds. ”Okay, I’m gonna boost you up to that branch,” I said, pointing, “and I want you to climb as high as you can from there.” ”Baby steps. I’ll go up to that one, maybe.” She was still squirming. ”Fair enough.” I positioned my hands to boost her up. She didn’t go right away. She stood there squeezing herself and bending at the knees. “Hurry up!” I said. ”Give me a minute!” She started jumping up and down while holding herself.
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    Isabelle the Tree Climber

    Isabelle was fidgety the whole car ride to the pool. She was constantly tapping her foot, crossing and uncrossing her legs. When we got there, we excitedly leapt out of the car and put our things down where my parents had told us. ”Okay, let’s go in the pool. I’ll race you!” she said. ”Not yet,” I told her, “I saw a cool tree I wanna climb last time we were here. It’s just down the path over there.” I pointed to a patch of woods near the gate. I could tell she was shifting her weight from foot to foot. “I think we should go in the pool first. Even if it’s just real quick to cool off, ‘cause it’s really hot out.” ”I don’t want to be wet when we walk through the woods, we’ll get muddy.” Isabelle made a look of discomfort. ”If you want to stay here, I’ll just go,” I said, knowing she would stay with me. She did. As soon as we entered the path, out of sight and earshot of our parents, her hands went between her legs. “Okay, I know you’re too stupid to realize this, but I wanted to go in the pool first because I really need to tinkle.” I feigned innocence. “That’s really gross. You shouldn’t pee in the pool.” ”Like you don’t!” She kept squeezing herself again and again, no more than three seconds between each squeeze. She was clearly on the verge of leaking. “Can you please just make this quick? I’m about to go in my bathing suit.” ”You gotta climb the tree with me,” I said as we came upon it. ”What? No! Jacob, I’m NOT doing that. You know I don’t like heights.” ”I want you to face your fears. I’ll help you, even. It’s easy.” I leapt up to the first branch and swung myself higher and higher, climbing like a monkey. I looked down at Isabelle, who was twisted up like a pretzel and holding her hands behind her butt. She shook her head. “Come on, Izzy, it’s really not that bad.” ”I’m about to wet myself,” she said, emphasizing every word. I leapt down. ”You can do it. I believe in you,” I joked. ”I have to fart really bad but I might pee,” she said, giggling and tightening her grip on her hands. “Isabelle, come on! Ill even give you a boost. Come here.” Unfinished
  5. Quackduck

    Superhuman

    In an undisclosed location lies a school for students with unique abilities and gifts. These abilities can include flight, invisibility, super strength, et cetera... This school is meant to allow these students to explore and hone their skills, so that they can safely control them out in the real world. Stepping into this school for the first time is a young girl named Paisley. She had a plaid skirt, a white shirt, thick glasses, braces, and blonde pigtails tied tightly back, the stereotypical nerdy little girl in the body of a teenager. She shuffled shyly through the hall, where students were practicing miraculous things. There was a boy reading a book while floating in mid-air, and a girl heating up her coffee with her hands alone. Paisley had powers of her own, of course, which is why she was sent to this school, though she didn't see a reason for it. Her power was invincibility, literally the safest possible power to have. She wasn't a danger to herself and others at all. Still, her mother sent her to this school to learn to control her powers. Or perhaps she only wanted her to meet some friends, something she never really knew how to do in regular school. Unfortunately, she was just as shy in this school as she was in the last. She pulled a crumpled map of the school from her bag and found the way to the girl's room. There were a few others in there as well, but she paid no attention to them. She flumped her bag down on bed 73 (the bed number printed at the top of the map) and took a seat at the foot of it, gazing out of the window that was placed conveniently next to it. "Hey," she heard someone say. She turned and saw a girl, a bit younger than her, with black braids and dark skin. She smiled widely at her. Paisley half-smiled back, closed-mouthed as to not show off her braces too much. "My name's Breanna," the girl continued, "what's yours?" "Paisley." "That's a pretty name. What's your power?" "I'm invincible," she said quietly. "Whoa! That's awesome," Breanna said, "so you can't die if someone, like, shoots you?" She shook her head. "Huh. That's weird." Paisley looked out the window again. "I can move electricity," Breanna said. "Cool," Paisley murmured, not taking her gaze from the window. "See, watch." She got up and touched a lamp, causing the light to flicker for a moment. Then she walked over and touched Paisley on the arm. It shocked her rather badly. "Ow!" "See? I usually only do it a little bit from a battery or something, but you said you were invincible." "I still feel it..." she muttered, rubbing her arm. "My parents found out that I'm super when I was really little. I would turn on the TV just by touching it and stuff. I'd always zap my brothers when they were annoying, then I'd say it was an accident so I wouldn't get in trouble, which is why they sent me here I think, but I have pretty good control over my power. How'd you find out you were super?" "I ran out in front of a car once when I was really little, like three or four. I had no marks at all when I got back up." "That's crazy. You could be a superhero or something. I'll be right back, I gotta pee." Breanna got up and left the room. Paisley felt a faint ache in her bladder, and wouldn't have minded going herself. She thought it'd be awkward to follow Breanna there, so after she got back, she waited about five minutes before asking. "Could you tell me where the restroom is?" she asked. "It's the first left when you go down the stairs on your right," Breanna explained. Paisley followed these directions, but when she reached her destination, her heart sank. It was a multi-stall bathroom, one with a couple other people in it already. She hated these. She could never relieve herself when other people were in there. She even found it impossible to go when she was alone in one with the possibility of other people entering was looming over her. She returned to her bed and looked out the window, but it wasn't long before Breanna started talking to her again. "So if you're invincible, does that mean you don't have to eat?" Paisley giggled. "I don't have to, but I feel hungry and thirsty. If I chose not to eat, I wouldn't die, but I would feel like I'm starving." "Ohhh, that's weird." The two talked for a long time, and Paisley gradually opened up more and more, until one of the professors called "Lights out in ten!" All the girls promptly changed into their pajamas, and most went down to brush their teeth. Paisley shyly put a shirt over the other, then removed the shirt underneath. She did the same with her pajama shorts, which were much easier because she was wearing a skirt. Then she brushed her teeth and went to bed. "Night," Breanna said, as the whole place went dark. Paisley laid down, but couldn't sleep very well. It was about an hour into the night when the aching in her bladder was becoming more intense. This was the moment she was waiting for to go, though, when the entire school was quiet and nobody was (probably) in the bathrooms. She got out of bed and crept outside, and was immediately met by one of the professors. "What do you think you're doing?" she hissed. "Th- uh, I need to go to the restroom, ma'am." "You can't leave the bunks at night! Go back to bed." She went shamefully back to her bed and tried to sleep. When she woke up in the morning, she really had to go. The fidgety girl changed into a clean shirt and skirt and rushed to the bathroom, where, unfortunately, was a crowd of girls all brushing their teeth, showering, and relieving themselves. Paisley couldn't bring herself to pee with all those people around, so she simply brushed her teeth and went to breakfast. "Sit with me," Breanna told her in the lunch line, nudging her arm. She did. There was another girl and two boys there. The girl introduced herself as Dana, and the boys introduced themselves as Benny and Blaine. They were twins. They talked and laughed all breakfast long, though Paisley contributed very little to the conversation, due to her shyness and her distracting need. She was rather hungry, though, and had her breakfast with a tall glass of orange juice. After that, she went to her first lesson. "So," her professor said, reading a single paper from an envelope. "You're invincible, but you can still feel pain?" Paisley nodded her head, squirming a little in her chair. "You don't have any other power, correct?" Paisley shook her head and crossed her legs, tapping her jittery fingers against her legs. "You nervous?" She shrugged. Her professor laughed. "Well," she said, "invincibility is a form of stagnant ward, which means you may have the potential to wield some sort of forceful power. The pain you feel, though," she scratched her head, "it's an interesting situation. It could mean some sort of healing magic. Would you want to be a healer?" Paisley shrugged again, tightening her legs. "You should think about it," her professor told her. The rest of the time was more technical things. She learned how she can grow her powers and morph them into what she wants to be. At lunch, she sat at Breanna's table again and they talked about it, though she avoided conversation as much as possible. She needed a toilet really badly now. Her full bladder felt like a bowling ball in her tummy, pulsing with every step she took and aching with every moment she didn't give it relief. Still, she ate her lunch and drank a lemonade. After lunch, they were allowed outside in the courtyard. It was a very beautiful place. The grass was green and the yard was huge. There was a tall fountain in the center of the courtyard, but it wasn't on, luckily for her. Paisley paid little attention to the scenery anyway, since her belly was so full of hot piss that she could barely concentrate. Breanna invited her to play frisbee, which she denied for obvious reasons. She stayed back alone and tried her best to get lost in a book. Every few seconds, she had to change positions when she felt too uncomfortable. The constant throbbing was making it impossible to read. After that, the students were led back inside where they were taught standard topics to make up for what they were missing in school. Then they left for dinner. Paisley ate her pork chops with a glass of milk. She was discreetly rocking back and forth in pain, caressing her bladder whenever no one was looking at her. Dinner ended, but when she stood up, she nearly fell back into her seat. Paisley was absolutely bursting at the seams. She could barely stand up straight, and it hurt to walk. She waddled her way to the bunks and sat down until lights out. She didn't bother brushing her teeth, she just laid down in her bed and curled up into a fetal position. By that point, most girls would have wet themselves, but Paisley wasn't most girls. If you remember, she can go as long as she wants without food or water, but she'll feel like she's starving. This applies to all other bodily functions as well. She's never thrown up, even when she felt so nauseous she thought she'd die. She's once stayed up for an entire week binge-watching a show without ever passing out. She's also never wet herself after her potty training. It was part of her power. So poor Paisley laid there curled up in pain, her bladder begging to be relieved. It took her a long time to fall asleep, but she did, and when she woke up in the morning, it was an absolute emergency. Paisley felt like she could cry. Her rock-hard bladder had begun to protrude out of her belly, pulsing and throbbing and hurting to no end. She sat up, gritting her teeth, and changed into her regular clothes. Bending down was excruciatingly painful, but she stifled her moans. The poor girl waddled to breakfast, and talked even less than the day before. She ate, but she didn't drink. At her lesson, her professor showed her to a room just up the steps from the bunks. Climbing up the stairs was torture, but again, Paisley composed herself well. After all, she was in no danger of wetting. The room was one of many. Hers was number 73, the very last one at the end of the hall. "This is where you can go for privacy," her professor said, opening the door to reveal a chair, a table, and a bookshelf. "You can personalize it however you want. It has a lock, it's soundproof, and this is the one place you're allowed to go at night." Paisley's ears perked up. If she could leave her bed at night, for any reason, she could have an excuse to use the restroom, right? She realized her legs were shaking, and she tensed her lower half to stop them. She also straightened her posture, which had faltered, and ignored the searing bladder pain that standing up straight was causing her. "You have this place so you can practice your power," she explained. "Superpowers are rooted in emotion. It's as personal as personal can be. There's only so much I can teach you in the classroom, the rest you need to unlock yourself. Just be careful with this door, though. Sometimes it sticks." Paisley strenuously made it through the day, but the poor girl needed to pee so badly she couldn't stand it. Every time something happened that would jar her bladder, she'd gasp or wince and hold back tears. At lunch, she ate but didn't drink, just like breakfast. She denied the invitation to play frisbee and suffered through her school lessons with extreme difficulty. Her handwriting was far worse than usual because her hands were shaking. She felt her skirt digging painfully into her tummy, and her bursting bladder pressing up against her other organs. By the time dinner rolled around, her neglect of any kind of drink was haunting her. On top of her dire and unbearable need to urinate, she was parched. Her throat was dry, and she couldn't get through dinner without anything to drink. She downed two tall glasses of water. Paisley looked down at her bloated stomach. She looked pregnant. She couldn't stop shaking, so she put both of her hands in between her knees until it was time to go back to the bunks. She waddled agonizingly to her bed. Bending down to change was also torture. She could feel her bladder squishing around like a water balloon inside her when her legs pressed against it. She couldn't stop a couple tears from going down her face, but she wiped them away quickly. The poor, bursting girl crawled into bed, holding back sobs of agony. She ran her fingers over her bloated, overfilled bladder and winced. It was sensitive to the touch. She rolled over on her side, gripping the bedsheet hard and biting into her pillow. Her bladder felt like it was going to tear and spill every drop of urine it was holding. She writhed around in agony, biting hard into her knuckles. Paisley pulled the waistband of her shorts and underwear away from her belly for the small amount of relief it gave. She glanced down past her huge, bulging belly at her pussy, which was locked shut and holding the floodgates at bay. She gripped it in hopes of feeling a little less desperate, but instead felt something different. A shockwave of pleasure spread from between her legs, through her bladder, and then shot through her entire body. She gasped. Paisley had never felt it so intensely like that before. She'd masturbated, but it's never been that good. Could it be her need to pee? It still hurt so bad. She wanted nothing more than to empty herself, but she had to try something. Painstakingly, the poor girl crawled out of bed and made her way out of the bunks, hunched over as to not jar her bladder too much. The patter of her bare feet against the cold ground was reverberating off the walls, but she didn't care. As she left the bunks, she caught sight of one of the professors, the same one who told her off the night before, roaming the halls. The toilet wasn't an option, but it wasn't her destination at the moment. She had both hands caressing her enormous bladder as she went up the stairs. Her tortured tummy felt like it was going to explode with pee. She got to room 73, where she rushed in, shut the door, and collapsed to her knees. "Ohhh!!!" she moaned, on the verge of sobbing. "Owwwww..." Both of Paisley's shaking hands were clutching the sides of her shorts so hard her knuckles were white. Her screaming bladder pulsed with extraordinary pain. She yanked her cotton shorts and underwear down and laid on the floor. She writhed around in pure desperation, punching the ground and moaning in misery. The searing agony of her dire need was visible in the way her gorged, overstretched bladder bulged out of her stomach. It looked like she'd swallowed a bowling ball. She gripped her crotch again, and felt the same pleasure she did before. She moaned blissfully, her eyes rolling madly in her head, while she felt every fiery nerve that commanded relief suddenly stimulate in a wave of euphoria. Her heart was racing, her chest rising up and down as her fingers worked like magic in between her legs. Her belly pulsed as more liquid piled up behind her overworked sphincter, but she welcomed it. While her right hand continued, she brought her left hand up to her bladder and applied some pressure. "Huhhn---" she moaned, feeling it push on her other organs. She pushed down harder, and her entire body was rocked with bliss. Waves of sexual energy were sent throughout her entire being, and she came. It was the best orgasm she'd ever had, and it left her laying there, sweating and panting, feeling relief for the first time in days. She hadn't peed though, so her relief was temporary, and her overstretched bladder was soon sending messages to her brain, begging to be emptied, screaming to be drained of the enormous amount of fluid that was pent up inside of her. It was bad, but it wasn't as bad as before. Masturbating had dulled the pain a bit. She went to get up, but her bulge pressed against her thighs. "Ohhh..." she moaned, dropping to the ground again. It seemed her bladder had filled even more. She laid there for a moment with her hands balled up into fists and her flushed red face contorted in excruciating pain. She rolled over to her side and pushed herself up that way, struggling to stand like a baby calf. She really looked pregnant now. Her pulsing tummy was protruding out of her so much it looked like she might pop. She bent down and pulled on her shorts and underwear, groaning miserably as her enormous belly squished against her legs. Paisley made her way to the door, hunched over and miserable, and tried the knob... But it didn't open. "Careful with the lock, sometimes it sticks," were the exact words her professor used. She pulled harder, but it didn't budge. Whimpering and stepping in place, needing to get to the toilet and empty the ocean inside of her. She yanked the door with all her might. It swung open and sent her falling on her butt, jarring her bursting bladder. She bit her lip and scrunched up her face, trying with all her might not to scream in pain. She stood back up shakily and went stiffly down the hall. I have to get to the bathroom, she thought. I can't wait until morning. It hurts so badly. If someone tells me off, I'm not going back to bed. I can't let anyone stop me from peeing... She turned the corner and almost walked right into someone. It startled her badly, but she didn't spill a drop. It wasn't a teacher, though. It was a girl. The girl who was heating up her coffee the other day with her fingers. She had short black hair and pale skin. "Uh-- ex-excuse me..." Paisley stuttered, struggling to stand up straight and look normal. "What are you doing out here?" she asked. "Uhm... I need to go the bathroom," she replied defensively. Stop talking to me, she thought, please, please stop talking so I can pee... "Oh yeah?" the girl asked. She touched her hand to Paisley's bladder. She was taken aback by this unexpected and rather bizarre turn of events, but something was welcoming about it. Her hand was warm and her demeanor was inviting. "I have to go, too," she whispered, taking Paisley's own hand and putting it against hers. It was rock-hard, like Paisley's, but not nearly as large. She was surprised that the girl wasn't showing any signs of desperation. Paisley's hand was shaking from her dire need, but the girl's hand was steady and calm. "That's the biggest bulge I've ever seen," she said, "I didn't even know it was possible to get that big." She met eyes with her. "I see you skipping your morning piss every day, and squirming all class long. You like to hold your pee, don't you?" Paisley didn't know how to respond. The entire situation seemed kind of surreal. "How long have you been holding?" She decided to just go with it. "T- uh, two days." Her eyes went huge. "Two days!? That's impossible!" "M-My power is t-that m-my body can't be d-damaged. I-I've never involuntarily w-wet myself." "Oh. Only voluntarily, then?" She winked. "No, no! I don't t-think you underst-stand. I really need to go. I can't take it anymore." She started stepping in place again. The dullness that her orgasm had granted was wearing off. "You can hold it a little longer, can't you? It would feel so good," she pressed down on Paisley's belly. Pain shot through her abdomen and she pulled away. "I r-really can't. I don't even d-do this often," she gripped the sides of her shorts, "It hurts so badly, I f-feel like I'm gonna explode." "So do I!" the girl said, shifting a little. It was the first physical sign she gave that she needed to go. "Look, I'm not trying to pressure you into anything, but I've been holding my pee in just for you. I figured we could fuck around a little bit. I really don't want to go back to sleep while I need to go this bad." "I'm not-- completely opposed t-to it," Paisley admitted, "but I r-really can't take this anymore. It h-hurts so badly." Both of her hands had found their way to her belly, caressing it as pulsed pulsed and screamed, begging to be emptied. Tears were starting to well up in her eyes. "She's not going to let you into the bathroom," the girl told her. "Not even I can sneak through. She's always patrolling the halls at night, making sure we don't meet up with any of the boys. Plus, I wouldn't even know how to get past the lock." "L-lock?" "Yeah, they lock the bathrooms at night. You didn't know that? They think we're gonna fuck in there or something." The girl bent forward a little bit and pulled on the waistband of her pajama pants. A wave had hit, apparently. "What am I gonna do?" Paisley moaned, wiping her eyes. "I have to go so bad I feel like I might burst open!" "I can give you some relief," the girl said, "it would be better than squirming around in bed for the next five hours." "Five hours! Oh my god..." "Hey, at least you can't wet yourself! I'm on the verge of leaking here!" Paisley sighed a shuddery breath. By 'fuck around,' this girl obviously wanted to do something sexual, which she kind of wanted to do, but a realization that she was completely and utterly inexperienced flashed through her mind. She'd kissed one person before; a little red-haired girl. It was the sixth grade. Still, her enormous, rock-hard bladder was begging for relief, and it took priority over her possible embarrassment. The girl was waiting impatiently, tapping her foot and fidgeting ever so slightly. "You wanna go?" she finally asked. Paisley nodded. "Alright, let's go. Hurry hurry hurry! Which room's yours? Mine wouldn't be a very good spot for this." She waddled painfully to her room. She entered and immediately collapsed onto the floor, whimpering and caressing her bloated bladder. It hurting so badly. All she wanted to do was empty it, but she'd have to find relief elsewhere. She writhed and squirmed, hitting the ground and biting her knuckles. She saw the girl give herself a quick squeeze. "What are you doing?" she asked, stepping a little in place. "It hurts," Paisley replied, "it feels like my stomach is gonna tear open!" The girl smiled and kneeled down, moving her hand over Paisley's screaming bladder. "I'm Vera by the way. I know you're Paisley, I heard you talking to Breanna." The desperate girl nodded, sweat dripping down her face. Vera lifted Paisley's shirt up to reveal her bulge. "Jesus fucking Christ!" she exclaimed, laughing. "You're sure you don't do this often?" She pressed down hard on it. Paisley jumped and yelped. "No no no no no no, please please please don't do that!" Every nerve in her shaking body was on fire. "Don't do what?" Vera feigned innocence and slapped Paisley on the belly. "Owwww, don't, please--" "Your body can't get damaged, right?" She nodded. Vera pushed down hard on her bladder. It was enough to make Paisley cry out, tears running down her face. She laid there nearly sobbing for a minute. "I have a water bottle in my bag," Vera said, "you need me to go get it? You can pee at least a little bit so it's not so bad." She nodded, and Vera leapt up and ran out to get it. She looked down at her overstretched belly. The faint pulsing of the ocean of urine she was holding was sending throbs that she felt through her entire lower half. Vera returned promptly and handed her the bottle. It was much larger than Paisley was expecting. "I was saving it for myself, but it seems like you need it more," she said, squirming and squeezing herself much more than she was before. "It was full, so I had to drink the water." Paisley strenuously rose to her feet, hobbled over to the chair, and gingerly sat down. She looked up at Vera with worried eyes. "You're not gonna be the first one, huh?" she asked, giggling. "Alright, then." Vera pulled down her pants and completely exposed her privates. Paisley's eyes went wide. She gently pulled her shorts down and put the bottle up to her pussy. For the first time in days, she relaxed. Urine immediately burst out of her like a firehose, exploding full force into the bottle. She moaned and let her head drop back, smiling blissfully. The feeling of relief was nearly orgasmic, until Vera shouted. "Paisley!" She snapped back into reality and saw the bottle nearly overflowing. She immediately cut off the stream, which proved to be astoundingly painful. "Ah! Ah! Owwwww... Fuck!!" She squeezed herself hard, not to stop urine from continuing to gush out, but because her urethra was burning like it was on fire. Her bladder was still in an extreme amount of pain, bulging out just a little less than before. She placed the bottle, which was filled to the brim with her hot piss, on the table in front of her. "God, that was torture..." she muttered, bent over and pushing her hands into her groin. "Torture for me, maybe!" Vera said, twisting like a pretzel. "I had to watch you explode like that. It was kind of crazy to watch your bulge get smaller, though." She bobbed up and down with her hands between her legs. "You sure you're still up to fuck around?" "Will it make me feel better?" "It'll be relieving in its own way." She shook her head and shrugged. "Honestly, I'd do anything to have this hurt less." Vera didn't waste any time. She came up and kissed her on the lips. Paisley's heart fluttered with excitement, though she was still so filled with liquid that she was shaking like a leaf. Vera started dancing in place desperately and ended up sitting on Paisley's leg, scooting back and forth and tapping her crotch, still kissing her. She leaned in and accidentally drove her knee directly into Paisley's bladder. "Ohhh..." she moaned, lurching forward. "Oh shit!" Vera laughed, still squirming heavily. "I didn't mean to do that. Fuck! Okay, I'm not trying to rush or anything, but we need to get going before I pee myself, okay?" She pulled Paisley's chin up and kissed her again, scooting back and forth even faster. They made out for a few minutes, as Vera's desperate potty dance got more and more animated. Paisley's hand was constantly gripping the side of the chair, and she continued to kiss Vera through the pulsing, unbearable pain in her tummy. She felt a dampness on her leg where Vera was scooting, and she knew she was starting to lose control. Neither of them were wearing any pants to absorb anything. After a couple more minutes, Vera pulled away. "If I can be honest, I've never done this before and I don't know where to start. I just know when I masturbate, I stop having to pee so badly and it feels really good. We need to get going 'cause I'm starting to pee." She pointed to a shiny patch on Paisley's pale thigh... unfinished
  6. Quackduck

    A Fantasy, Pt. 2

    Really great! I'm looking forward to the continuation.
  7. For Miranda, leaving to the restroom during first period was like clockwork. Her morning routine consisted of getting dressed, brushing her teeth, and eating breakfast, but one peculiarity was that she didn't relieve herself. "I mean, I can feel that I need to go," she explained to her friend Shauna during first period, bouncing her leg up and down, "I just don't think anything of it until later in the day." "That's weird," Shauna replied. "When I wake up, I need to go bad." "That's me right now," Miranda said, leaving the table and asking Ms. Richter for a bathroom pass. She sighed in frustration. "Every day, Miranda." "Thank you, ma'am," she said sheepishly, taking the pass and leaving to the bathroom. Her morning pee always had a more powerful stream than her other bathroom visits, unless she was holding it. The next morning was the same as the last. Wake up, brush teeth, eat breakfast, and go to school. When she felt the familiar urgency fill her belly during Ms. Richter's lesson, she immediately raised her hand and asked. "No, you go every day in my class," was the cold response. "I'm beginning to think you're skipping." Miranda turned a little red in the cheeks. "I'm not skipping..." "Then I'm sure you can hold it like an adult." With that, she continued her lesson. It's strange when your routine gets shaken up. All Miranda could think about was her tight, full bladder pulsing up against the waistband of her jeans. Her feet never stopped tapping and her legs never stopped fanning. She wiggled her butt occasionally when the need got particularly intense. After about a half hour, she raised her hand again. "Ms. Richter, I really have to go. Can I please use the restroom?" "I gave you your answer already, Miranda. I'd appreciate it if you stopped disrupting my class." Great, she thought, now I just let everyone know how bad I need to go. She squeezed herself under the desk and crossed her legs, constantly fidgeting. As more and more time passed, the more her need worsened. Ten minutes to the bell, she felt dampness when she squeezed herself again. The poor girl was sweating as she squirmed around in desperation, an entire night's worth of urine stretching her bladder. Miranda felt herself leak and she immediately tensed every muscle in her lower half. This wasn't good. She was nearing her limit. She discreetly looked down and inspected the crotch of her pants, where a patch the size of a golf-ball resided. Since everyone seemed to not be paying attention to her, she began scooting back and forth and holding herself more frequently. Five minutes after that, Shauna came by to talk to her. "I'm literally about to fucking explode right now," Miranda told her as soon as she sat down. Shauna laughed and began talking about something else, ignoring her friend's obvious desperation. She couldn't get her mind off her dire need enough to listen to the story, and when the bell rang, she immediately leapt out of her chair and rushed to the bathroom. Outside the door, she threw her book bag to the ground, but it unfortunately got stuck on the string of her hoodie. It yanked her towards the floor and she let out another spurt. With one hand squeezing between her stepping legs, she wrestled the string until it was unstuck, then she ran into a stall. She hopped around as she struggled with her belt. When she was finally able to pull down her pants, she sat down and pissed immediately. Her powerful stream pattered loudly against the porcelain bowl, and she sighed in relief. "That was way too fucking close," she muttered to herself, wiping the dampness from her underwear. "Way too fucking close." She made a mental note to pee when she woke up next time. The next morning, she of course forgot this note, and once again went to school with a heavy bladder. It was even harder to hold this time. By the end of the class period, her bladder starting to hurt and there was a noticeable wet patch on the crotch of her pants. The only thing that reminded her to go the morning after that was because peeing was not all she needed to do. She groggily woke up to a different kind of fullness in her belly. Another part of her morning routine was laying in bed for much longer than she probably should. She always set multiple alarms to help get her up, starting earlier than she needs to wake up and ending later than she needs to leave. Today, her tiredness overruled her rather dire need to void her bowels for a long time. She kept releasing long, wet farts that were stinking up her room, so there was no way she would be able to hold it through first period. One particular fart nearly made her shit her pants, and she had to squeeze her butt with her hands to keep from doing so. Miranda groaned in discomfort. Her need was only worsening, and it soon felt like her waste was boiling inside her, churning around and begging to be let out. She writhed desperately under the covers, cradling her hurting stomach and fighting the lethargic need to lie in bed. Despite it being earlier than she would usually drag herself out of bed, she managed to crawl out and waddle to the bathroom, pinching her cheeks together to contain the immense amount of shit inside her tortured tummy. Immediately upon sitting down, she erupted diarrhea into the toilet bowl like an upside-down volcano. Miranda sighed in relief as she finally emptied herself. She could feel her tight, full belly returning to its flat, squishy state as she rid herself of the huge amount of waste she was holding for so long. The next day, she of course, forgot to relieve herself in the morning. Shauna was absent that day, so she sat in the back and focused completely on holding her urine. During the last ten minutes, she felt like she was about to cry. It hurt like hell, especially being squeezed by the waistband of her jeans. She leaked into her pants, causing her to tense every muscle in her body. The pulsing agony she felt when she did this was awful. Miranda was barely holding on, her burning urethra threatening to fail at any moment. A couple minutes later, she leaked again. It took much longer to stop, and it was far more painful to do so. By now, there was a very noticeable stain on her crotch, thighs, and butt. She could feel warm urine puddling in the seat she was sitting in. When she spurted a third time, she had to put her head down and bite down onto her sweatshirt sleeve. The poor, desperate girl was in so much pain she couldn't stand it. When the bell rang, she shakily pulled off her sweatshirt to wrap around her waist. She almost couldn't stand up, and walking felt like daggers in her overfull bladder. She would have sprinted to the bathroom if the hallway wasn't so awfully crowded. The closer she got to the bathroom, the more urine was pushed out of her tortured bladder, staining her pants almost all the way down to her ankles. Miranda was doubled over, for standing up straight would pain her even more. When she was about five feet from the entrance to the girl's bathroom, she started leaking and couldn't stop. Golden droplets were falling from her pants as she rushed into the stall. Immediately sitting down without pulling down her pants, she exploded a gushing yellow stream into her ruined jeans. Her head fell back in immense relief and she bit her lip. Although the relief was bliss, she felt like crying from shame. She couldn't go the rest of the day like this. She took out her phone and called Shauna, who answered almost immediately. "Hey, where are you?" Miranda asked. "I'm still at my house, I woke up late as shit." "Can you, um... Can you come get me?" "Are you alright?" "I'm fine, I'll explain later. Can you just please come here?" When she got there, Miranda snuck quickly out of the school. "What happened?" Shauna asked. The poor girl simply removed her sweatshirt to show her friend what happened. "Shit, alright get in. I have other pants you can use." Miranda climbed in and skinned off her ruined jeans. "There's underwear there, too," Shauna said, "in the red bag behind you." She pulled off her red laced panties, too, revealing herself completely. She'd already been seen in wet pants, she might as well be seen like that too. Her pussy had quite a bit of hair around it, since she wasn't expecting anyone to be seeing it. Suddenly, she started squirming in the seat. "Fuck! I still have to piss," she said, tapping her privates and wiggling her butt. "I didn't empty my bladder enough." "You can use my bathroom, it's fine. Let's go back to my house. My parents aren't there so we can just stay home from school." Miranda pulled on the boxers and sweatpants that were in the bag and desperately squirmed the whole way home. When they got there, she rushed to the front door and hopped from foot to foot, waiting for Shauna to unlock the door. She got her keys ready, but didn't open the door right away. "What are you doing? I'm bursting, dude!" Miranda exclaimed. "Can I ask you something?" Shauna asked. "Yes, just hurry up!" "Did you... like it?" Miranda crossed her legs and bent over. "What, pissing myself?" "Yeah... Did it feel good?" She went a bit red in the face. "I-I mean, when I finally went it did, why?" "This might seem weird, but... that's kind of my thing. Like, holding it 'till you have to go really bad. It happened to you at school so you didn't get to enjoy it, but--" "Enjoy it?" "It gets to the point where it feels really good. Eventually. Your bladder presses up against some kind of... I don't know, it just feels good when you're really really desperate to go." "So what?" "So I think you should try it." "I've had enough of holding my pee for today, Shauna." "Oh, please Miranda? I just want you to try it! You already have to go so bad, the waiting part is over!" Miranda sighed. "Fine," she said, bobbing up and down with her hands between her legs. "I'll try it." Shauna finally let her inside, where, instead of running to the toilet, she sat on the couch, cradling an overfull bladder.
  8. Quackduck

    Germaphobe

    Mia’s friends would call her a germaphobe, though she didn’t consider herself to be one. She always carried around a bottle of hand sanitizer, and she always brought her own lunch to school (who knows where school lunch has been?), and she never used a public restroom. In fact, she never used anyone else’s toilet but her own. They were always disgusting. She always waited until she was in the comfort of her own bathroom at her house to go. Of course, this has caused her a considerate amount of discomfort over the course of her young life, but it’s worth it to avoid those awful places. Her bathroom was always pristine. ”They’re disgusting!” she told her group of friends one day at lunch. Their names were Kara, Talia, and Amanda. “I can’t even think about putting my butt on anything that tons of other people have done their business on!” She tapped her foot in desperation. “I wish girls didn’t have to pee.” ”I agree, they’re nasty,” Amanda said, “that’s why I hover.” ”You still have to walk in there and touch the stall door and stuff!” ”You’re overreacting,” said Talia. “You know there’s more germs on a keyboard than a toilet seat?” ”I know. I always wipe down any keyboard I use.” ”You’re germaphobic!” ”Am not!” Mia defended vehemently, wiggling her butt in the chair in response to the urgent need to pee she was neglecting. This was normal, though. She always went home from school with a heavy bladder. Making a beeline to the bathroom in her bedroom was part of her routine. ”Anyway, what time are you guys gonna able to come over tomorrow?” Amanda asked. They were all spending the night at her house. Mia’s chest fluttered with excitement. She’d never spent the night at a friends house before. ”I’m free all day,” she said. ”My mom could just pick us all up from school and bring us straight to my place.” They all agreed. The next morning, Mia woke up and eagerly got her things together. Still in pajamas, she threw a change of clothes, a hairbrush, and a nintendo DS into her school bag. She didn’t even notice she was hopping from foot to foot, really needing her morning pee. She walked to the bathroom, but her brother was taking a shower. A little disappointed, she instead put on her school clothes, closing her jeans around her urine-filled tummy. She squirmed while she ate her breakfast (eggs, toast, and a tall glass of orange juice), pulling on the button every once in a while. She skipped to the bathroom and released her liquids, her golden stream splashing into the toilet water below. The whole day she couldn’t concentrate on her work. All she could think about was how much fun she was going to have, and how they’d probably stay up all night. At the end of the day, Mia and her friends stood together at the car loop and chatted. It was only then when she noticed that the orange juice had made its way through body, and now wanted out. She shifted her weight from foot to foot discreetly, wanting to go home so she could pee. Then she realized it: she wasn’t going home. She wouldn’t go home until tomorrow morning. ‘Okay, no big deal,’ she thought, ‘I’ll just hold it. It’s not that long a time. People have held it for way longer than a day, I’m sure.’ She pulled on the button of her jeans that squeezed so cruelly against her swollen bladder. Amanda’s mom gave them a ride to the house. Mia had been there many times before, but she’s never used their toilet. She tapped her foot the whole ride there. When they arrived, she hopped out of the car a little too eagerly and jarred her liquid-filled organ more than she’d have liked to. She pulled on the button again and stepped in place, waiting for the others to get out. They went up to Amanda’s room, where they talked and played video games. for a whilecompletelforgot about her need until Amanda’s mom called them downstairs for dinner. Mia was dissappointed at what the meal was. It’s true that most kids love pizza, Mia was lactose intolerant. Not wanting to be rude, and feeling rather hungry anyway, she took two slices. She poured herself a tall glass of coke without thinking and felt the first sip go right to her bladder, making her press her legs together under the table. Sill not wanting to be rude, she finished the whole glass as to not be rude. She was scooting back and forth for the entire meal (three whole slices), but her friends didn’t seem to notice. When they went back up to Amanda’s room, they played some video games. By then, Mia’s need was urgent. She was sitting on her foot, grinding into her heel any chance she got. With her palms placed tensely on her knees, she refused any offer to play the game because she didn’t want to divide her concentration. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She wasn’t concerned about leaking just yet. In fact, she’d had to go this badly tons of times, and held it for a lot longer. She thought about how much worse she had to go a few years back at a fair, where she refused to use the porta potties despite having had three large icees. “Are you sure you don’t want to play, Mia?” Talia asked. “I’m fine, I’m not really into this game. I can just watch.” “Are you alright?” “Yeah, I just kind of need to pee.” “The bathrooms right across from my room in the hall,” Amanda pointed out with a mouth full of chips. Mia didn’t get up, though. “Why don’t you go?” Kara asked. “You guys know I don’t like using other bathrooms other than my own.” “Not even mine?” Amanda said, confused, “dude, it’s not that dirty.” “It’s just a security thing, I’m fine.” “So you’re just gonna stay having to pee for the whole night?” Mia didn’t answer. A couple of hours later, Mia’s need increased considerably. She sat with her arms hugging her knees and her jeans unbuttoned. Sweat dripped down her face and she wiped it with her shoulder. Her bladder was pulsing strongly, urging her to empty it. Orange juice and Coca Cola wanted out of her body as soon as possible. She needed to pee really badly at this point. There were many times that she could remember needing to go this bad, most of them at school. She could still hold it for a while longer, but there was an entire night ahead of her. About a half hour later, Kara mentioned getting the beds ready. Amanda and Talia got the bed, but Mia was able to called the couch, as to not sleep on the floor. She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and put on pajamas. She stepped in place as she skinned her jeans off, patting and squeezing her crotch when needed. She was standing there in her underwear when the thought of just using the toilet crossed her mind. She had to pee really bad, so bad that she couldn’t stand still. It was only about 8 o’clock at this point, and her next opportunity to pee in her own house wouldn’t be for at least another twelve hours. Thoughts of other people sitting there pushed the consideration out of her head, though. She brushed her teeth while hopping around, squeezing herself with her free hand. Then, she pulled on her blue cotton pajamas and went out there, still harboring an urgent need to urinate. The night was rough. Hours passed by like days as poor Mia filled up like a water balloon. There was so much liquid sloshing around inside of her when she moved that she could barely stand up straight, but she did her best to keep the severity of her need unknown. By the time her friends went to bed, she was in pain. Out of sight from her sympathetic friends who would make her use the bathroom, she was able to writhe and squirm all she needed. Both hands were inside of her underwear, squeezing between her legs with all her might. It was a little after 2:00 AM and Mia’s friends had been asleep for a long time. The pain from her swollen abdomen had kept Mia awake, tossing and turning in desperation, both hands never leaving her crotch. She had to pee so bad! There was no way she’d be able to make it until morning, but still she laid there in agony, twisting her legs together trying to keep the massive amount of urine contained inside of her body. She hadn’t peed in almost a full day! Mia touched her belly with her fingers and felt her bursting, rock-hard bladder pulsing against her skin. She rolled over on her side and hugged her legs up into a fetal position. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, and for a while, she succeeded... She awoke to the excruciating feeling of her bladder ready to pop. She was still in a fetal position, and she was absolutely exploding. It was still dark outside, and her friends were still all asleep. She scrunched her face up, waiting for the wave to subside, but it didn’t. It was an intense, excruciating ache. She needed to pee NOW. Mia glanced down to the bathroom, where the toilet stood invitingly. Images of countless people using it crossed her mind. She couldn’t use it, no way. Nobody uses Mia’s bathroom except for her, except her brother when he has to shower, but Amanda’s was open to guests. As far as she was concerned, there seemed to be nowhere she could pass water at the moment, even though she really really needed to. Her belly was hurting so bad that Mia was afraid she was doing actual harm to her body by holding it in this long. She rolled over on her back and touched her abdomen. Her bulge was so much bigger now, and sensitive to the touch. She looked at the clock, which read 4:06 AM. She couldn’t hold it any longer. She was in excruciating agony. She got up gingerly, holding back whimpers. She couldn’t stand up straight at all, and walking felt like daggers in her bursting bladder. She waddled slowly over to the toilet with both hands squeezing her crotch. She turned the light on and, out of curiosity, shakily lifted her shirt to see if she could see the bump in her belly, and she could. ‘Jesus Christ I look pregnant’ she thought. She looked at the toilet, willing herself to hurry up and do it. She needed to go so badly, but she just couldn’t bring herself to sit down on the toilet. The poor girl didn’t know what to do. She left the bathroom, defeated. Mia was constantly bending over, even when walking, because standing up straight squeezed her bladder in an awful way. Walking took much longer than usual, too. Every step she took was like a punch to the tummy. She waddled back to the couch and flumped down, pee sloshing around inside her. She was on the verge of tears as she tried to fall asleep, wishing to god that she’d wake up and go home immediately so she could urinate. She decided she’d have to do something drastic. Waddling as fast as she could, (which wasn’t very fast at all), she made her way to the stairs. On the first step she took, she spurted. Mia squeezed even harder and shut her eyes, holding back choked whimpers of pain. Urine still leaked out of her burning urethra as she did this, and once it finally stopped, there was a small, golf-ball sized patch on the crotch of her pajama bottoms. She needed to pee NOW. She painstakingly made her way down the steps. She was quite wet by the time she reached the bottom, and she could feel it on her fingers which perpetually squeezed between her legs. The bursting girl went to the front door and opened it up as silently as she could. Then she slipped out and waddled over to the side of the yard where a rather large bush was. For a moment, she hesitated. Her screaming bladder was begging to be emptied, but she stood there for a few seconds. She spurted again, and she held it with all her might again, despite having the opportunity to pee. She was too dignified to pee outside, too germaphobic to pee in the toilet... What was she going to do? In her extreme desperation and pain-filled state, she started to cry. She was bent over with both hands buried in between her legs, sobbing from needing to pee so badly. She spurted again and actually fell to her knees in an effort to hold it in, her urethra burning even worse than before. When her stream subsided, her butt was soaked. A few minutes passed before she was able to bring herself to relieve the screaming agony in her bladder. She gingerly stood up, pulled her pajama bottoms down to her knees, and squatted down. She thought she would burst immediately, but she didn’t. She still felt the extreme need to urinate. She was shaking, and still crying a little. Most of all, she wanted to pee. She needed to pee. Mia was confused as to why she couldn’t let go now, when just before she was fighting to keep it inside her. From a lack of balance, she fell on her butt, jarring her overfull belly and sloshing the urine around inside her. She massaged her bladder and pushed on it, but it was only causing her more pain. She had to go so bad! Why couldn’t she go? She pulled her pants and underwear completely off and spread her pussy lips apart with her fingers. She pictured waterfalls and babbling brooks, begging her body to let her release the ocean of urine pent up inside her. The screaming, pulsing ache of her bladder was too much for the poor girl to bear. No matter how much she pushed, she couldn’t pee. It was torture! Mia felt a fart bubbling up in her belly, which was the last thing she needed right now. Her bladder was ready to burst open, and now the three slices of pizza have come back to haunt her. It only added to the awful pressure on her bladder. She shouldn’t have eaten so much pizza, knowing she was lactose intolerant. Behind the pain in her bladder, she felt huge amounts of gas traveling from her belly to her anus. A loud, booming fart was released without her even pushing. In a way, she was glad she didn’t use the toilet, because she wouldn’t have been able to hold that in. She wasn’t done, though. Her stomach was hurting badly, on top of the excruciating pain in her bladder. She felt more gas making its way through her body, then she released another lengthy fart. There was so much discomfort in her lower half, she could hardly take it. “Ohhh... why can’t I pee?” she groaned, “I have to go so bad...” She was genuinely concerned about her health. This couldn’t be good for her. It felt like her belly was going to burst! Mia stood up on shaking legs. It felt weird being naked outside, almost dirty, but that was the least of her concerns. ‘Maybe if I walk around a bit it will be easier to go, like when I walk my dog...’ she thought. Her bursting bladder was protruding out of her belly with the immense amount of urine it was holding. It felt like she was carrying around a bowling ball. Between her rumbling tummy and her screaming bladder, Mia found it rather difficult to walk around, but she managed to go around in a circle, still bent over. It felt like knives, and it didn’t help. All she managed to relieve herself of was more gas. She decided to try to sit on the toilet. She already sat on the ground, she might as well sit on a filthy toilet seat. Perhaps her body is so used to peeing in a bathroom, she can’t go anywhere else. She brushed the dirt off her butt and gingerly pulled her pajama bottoms on, trying not to squish her liquid-filled belly too much. Mia couldn’t believe how badly she needed to urinate, and the fact that she couldn’t release her fluids scared her. She waddled up the yard with her hands in closed fists at her side, and when she went up the steps to the front porch, she felt it. She started leaking into her pants. Immediately, Mia yanked down her pajama bottoms, sat on the steps, and exploded. Pee sprayed out of her like a fire hose and pattered against the concrete driveway. The relief she felt was immense. She couldn’t help but moan with pleasure at the feeling of her overstretched bladder finally being emptied. Her legs shook and her head fell back in pure bliss. The stream went strong for nearly three minutes before dying down. She massaged the last few spurts out of her bladder with her hands and let out a sigh of relief. It felt so good to finally be empty again after nearly a full day of holding. She pulled her pants back up and looked at the huge, gleaming puddle of urine she’d produced. She had no idea she could even hold that much. It dropped over the sides of the concrete into the grass and travelled downhill to the street. She farted again, then again. Then she felt a different kind of fullness in her belly. “Oh, no,” she groaned to herself. Her lactose intolerance wasn’t done punishing her for the three cheese pizzas she ate. She just hoped she could hold it until she got home. She crept back in the house and tip-toed up the stairs. She was on her way to her bed when it hit her hard, and suddenly she needed to go NOW. She ran to the bathroom, pinching her cheeks together with her right hand. She hesitated again, but not because the toilet was dirty. She knew she would be loud with this, and she didn’t want to go through the humiliation of waking her friends up with a bowel movement. Mia hopped from foot to foot, both hands on her butt, wondering what to do. She felt like crying again, but there was something comical about her current situation. She really couldn’t catch a break tonight. A fart escaped her without warning, and she knew she didn’t have much time. She grabbed the toilet paper off the holder and bolted outside as quietly as possible. When she got to the spot behind the bush, she realized something. Poop was different than pee. You can’t just go in the grass, you need to dig a hole or something, right? Amanda didn’t have a dog she could blame it on. She hopped from foot to foot trying to think of what she could do, releasing another fart every thirty seconds. She twisted her legs around like a pretzel and squeezed her butt in desperation. If she didn’t come up with something quick, it was going to be bad. She sprinted around to the backyard, hoping to God there’d be a way to empty her bloated belly. She noticed an old tool shed in the corner of the yard. The desperate girl ran in and searched for a shovel in the disorganized pile of tools that laid about, the whole time squirming and fidgeting trying to keep the volcano from erupting. When she found one at last, she took it to the bush and stuck it in the soft dirt. That small amount of exertion strained her bowels even further and made her need worsen. She hopped around and squeezed her butt waiting for the wave to pass, but like her bladder before, it didn’t. With one hand clenching her bottom with all her might, she pushed the shovel downward so it pulled up the dirt and clattered to the ground. ‘Oops, that was a little loud...’ she thought, hoping no one in the house heard it. The divot she made didn’t look big enough unfortunately, so while patting her butt with her hand, she picked the shovel back up and stuck it in the ground again. After a moment of desperate writhing, she pushed it down again, this time letting it fall on her foot as to not make so much noise. Mia had no idea it would hurt that bad. Hopping on one foot, struggling to keep herself from crying out, she cradled her poor, crushed foot in her hands and actually forgot about her dire need for a moment. A couple of tears fell from her face as she limped back over to the hole and threw the shovel aside. ‘It looks big enough now,’ she thought, squeezing her butt now that her desperation returned. She yanked down her pants and squatted over the hole, immediately exploding. She could feel her stomach actually getting smaller. It was loud, but she wasn’t sure if it was worth it to come all the way outside and hold it for that much longer. Once she finished, she wiped herself and filled the hole back up, then crept inside and washed her feet off in the sink (for they had been extremely dirty). Mia crawled back in bed, finally feeling empty for the first time in hours. She drifted off into a peaceful sleep... Mia was the last one to wake up. It was a little after noon, and her mom was already there to pick her up. Her bladder was full again, but even though she had sat in the dirt last night, she didn’t relieve herself in Amanda’s bathroom. She said bye to Amanda and thanked her parents, then got in the car to go home. “Did you have fun?” her mother asked. She nodded, but the only thing she could think about was her full, bloated bladder pulsing against the waistband of her pajama bottoms. When she got home, she went straight to her bathroom. “Hello, old friend,” she thought as she sat on her own toilet and released her water the right way.
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    Full Bladder Curse!

    Olivia was a curious girl, always wandering through the Magic Woods where she wasn’t supposed to go. “There are dangerous things in there,” said her older sister, “You wouldn’t want a wizard to cast a spell on you for trespassing in his forest!” Olivia didn’t listen, though, for there were far too many wonderful things to see in the Magic Woods. As she wandered gleefully through a forest path, she came upon a stream. It wasn’t an ordinary stream, though, for the water ran a magnificent glowing blue. Olivia, who had become perched from walking through the forest for so long, kneeled down and drank from the river. She drank and drank until her tummy was full and her thirst was adequately quenched. “Stop!” She heard someone yell, “stop, stop!” She looked up and saw a small bearded man with a long cane pointing at her. “You dare drink from my river? My magic river?” “Oh, I’m awfully sorry,” she said, “I didn’t realize this magic river was yours!” “Bah, that’s what they all say! All want a taste of my splendid water, but it isn’t for you! For that you must pay!” “But I’m only a girl! I’ve no powers or weapons! Ill leave now, and you’ll never see me again!” “Nay, no weapons, but you have prying eyes that saw the way to my magic river!” “I’ll never speak a word of it, I swear! I swear!” “Hmm, maybe you speak the truth, but you still have a belly full of magic water. That must come out, yes it must. Okay, hold still.” With that, the wizard shot a beam of golden light at Olivia. It stung a bit, but mostly it scared her. She fell backwards in the grass. “Hey!” She shouted, “what did that do?” “You’ll soon see, little girl. It will wear off in a day or two. Now begone with you!” Olivia ran as far away from the river as she could. By then, it had begun to get dark, and her mother would be needing her home soon. She began the long walk back. As she walked, the curious girl felt herself needing the restroom rather urgently. It wasn’t too bad, but she picked up the pace. Not five minutes later, though, her hands had made their way in between her legs, and she was hoping she could make it home. She walked even faster. Ten minutes after that, she was hobbling as fast as she could through the forest, really needing to go potty. She needed to go so badly, and she wasn’t even halfway home yet! She decided she couldn’t wait, and strayed from the trail to look for a good bush. Once she found one, she began undoing her belt while hopping around from foot to foot. “Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee...” she was saying to herself, pulling her pants down to release her stream. Just at that moment though, a Bush Gnome popped out, one of the many whimsical woodland creatures that reside in the Magic Forest. She’d never pulled her pants up so fast. “What’re you doing in my front lawn?” He demanded. “I’m sorry!” Olivia said as she ran away embarrassed, urine sloshing around in her bladder. Now she really had to go. She felt like she was going to leak at any moment! With both hands pressed hard into her girlhood, she ran around the forest looking for an uninhabited place to do her business. The problem with that is that the magic forest is teeming with intelligent life, gnomes here and wizards there, eyes at every turn that Olivia doesn’t want to see her peeing. While she was running, though, she began to leak, and she realized she didn’t have a choice. She yanked down her pants, sat down with her legs spread, and released a torrent of pee, her belly thanking her graciously for the relief. Her head fell back and her eyes closed with bliss. When she looked down, she was surprised to see glowing blue streaming out of her privates instead of golden yellow. This must have been the work of the wizard. She went home feeling five pounds lighter, but by the time she reached her front door, she was already shifting her weight from foot to foot. She stepped inside and saw her sister, Emma, studying on the couch. “Hey, sis,” she said. “Hey,” Olivia responded sheepishly, making a beeline to the bathroom. “You weren’t in the magic forest were you?” “N-no,” she said, stepping lightly in place. “Cause I can tell, you know, when you’re lying.” She spun around and looked Olivia in the eye. “You weren’t in the magic forest, were you?” “No, I swear!” They locked eyes. A worried, guilty Olivia stood frozen in place, clenching her lower half trying to keep her water in. Finally, she said “I have to pee!” And ran to the toilet, which wasn’t a lie. She really had to go. She released a river of blue and left to her room, where she picked up one of her favorite books. She hadn’t even gotten five pages in before she felt the familiar tingle in her abdomen again. “What the hell?” She mumbled to herself. “That’s it! Why do I have to go so often? It’s probably an illusion. I don’t actually have to go, I just think I do. I’m not gonna go until tomorrow morning!” Thirty minutes after that declaration, she was having second thoughts. She struggled to stay concentrated on her book, having to reread pages 2, 3, even 4 times when her need took up too much mind space. Her bladder felt like it was about to explode. She was forced to change leg positions every few seconds when the discomfort got to be too much. She gave up on reading and threw her book to the side, bringing her knees up to her chest. Her squeezing fingers and her burning urethra didn’t feel like adequate protection against the ocean of pee inside of her. Illusion or not, she had to GO. Olivia jumped up and ran to the bathroom, but to her dismay, it was closed and locked. Her sister must be in there.
  10. I finished up a story and went to publish it, but it took me to the sign-in page (I guess cause I spent too long in the browser). I logged back in but it didn't save what I wrote. I lost like an hour of work and I'm kind of bummed out about it. I should have copied it before I published it because this has happened on a couple of posts before. Is there any way I can salvage this work? I'm in an incognito tab, so I can't just go back.
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    Live Action Omorashi

    Might seem dumb, but these are usually the challenges I go through during a hold. Thought you might find them fun 1: Standing up straight, stretch both arms to the sky and try to stay as still as possible for ten seconds. 2: Sitting on the toilet with my pants around my ankles as if I'm shitting. No holding allowed. 3: Lay belly-down on the floor with a water bottle under your bladder, rolling it back and forth to squish the liquid around (Be careful, though. I don't do this anymore because once it made my kidneys hurt).
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    Fiona Oceans: Piss Talk

    I personally prefer holding and desperation more. Can’t wait for the next installment!
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    The Human's Room

    Can I write a story using original characters in your universe? I’d give you credit, of course.
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    Best Urinal Story of all time?

    I’m not going to be super arrogant and say it’s the best, but I’m in the process of writing a story with girl relieving herself in a urinal. It’s not at the end so she’s not super desperate for it, but it still happens. It should be up before next Wednesday.
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    Live Action Omorashi

    You should measure once you’re done