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  1. Quackduck

    Live TV chat show desperation

    Is there somewhere to find this video now? The links don’t seem to work (for me, at least, let me know if it works for anyone else).
  2. Quackduck

    The Hostage

    Part 5 The man looked distastefully at the short list of names on the list he’d been handed. “You’ve got to be joking. What, are you trying to send a message or something? If there’s no money or threat of discovery, there’s no reasonable cause to kill.” “But there is reasonable cause, sir,” the other man defended. “She was a name here. Jeremy knew her, which means many others did as well. A lot of people want out of this business. If word gets around that you can just vanish under our noses and we won’t even go looking for you, she could start a trend.” The man hesitated, then grumbled something to himself and put the paper in the envelope. “It’s too bad. She was one of the good ones, just not very smart. You know what, give this to that flunk out. The girl. Tell her it’s a chance to redeem herself.” “Can I ask why, sir?” “I’d rather take only one life if I can help it.” He handed the envelope to the other man, who turned on his heel and walked briskly out of the room. . . . Ava was more scared than she’d ever been in her entire life. She knew she failed the final test. She performed so badly. Why was she so stupid? If only she’d worked harder. Now she’d be sentenced to what all assassin failures are sentenced to. Her hands shook as she downed her fifth water bottle that day. She drank was she was nervous. A woman opened the door in front of her. “He’ll see you now,” she told her, and Ava walked sheepishly forward, clutching the bottle with both hands. It was a simple office, not unlike a pencil pusher’s would be. “You failed the course exam, as you might know,” he said as soon as the doors closed. She accidentally squeezed the bottle in her hands, the plastic loudly crinkling. Her cheeks flushed red. “But I have one more assignment for you,” he said, ignoring the obnoxious sound she’d made. Her heart beat hard in her chest, and she held her breath. He passed the envelope to her across the desk. “Find her and eliminate her. Do this and you will have another chance to take your course exam.” She stayed composed as she picked up the envelope and walked out. Assassins were not permitted to speak to their task givers. As the door shut behind her, she released a shuddering sigh of intensely mixed emotions. Her life goes on for the foreseeable future, it seemed. It was then she realized that the water she drank throughout the day had made its way through her and she needed to urinate extremely badly. She waddled to the bathroom and sat on the toilet, relieving herself of the vast amount of liquid inside her with a harsh torrent of piss. As she peed, she opened the envelope and read the information about her target. Charlotte Miller was written at the very top.
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    Casually Desperate

    Part 2 Chloe sat on her heel on the bus ride home from school one day with an almost unbearable amount of liquid in her bladder. She was trembling terribly as she squirmed slightly into her foot, but she was otherwise nonchalant about her condition. She hadn’t peed all day; she’d harbored a dull but urgent ache since that morning out of laziness. The large Brisk she’d drank at lunch hadn’t hit her until her last block, and she would have gone afterwards, but she’d recently begun talking to a cute boy after school. She eagerly rushed to the bus stop to spend time with him, not wanting to waste even a second longer away from him as she needed. Unfortunately, they rode different buses. She sat next to Abby, who often talked so much that Chloe couldn’t get a word in edgewise. It was alright today, though, since she needed to pee so bad that it demanded near constant attention. She wouldn’t have been able to keep a conversation going. Her tight khakis dug painfully into her belly. She winced quietly and fidgeted some more. She wanted to hold herself and grind into the seat, but she couldn’t do that in front of anyone. Once last year, Chloe had been so desperate that she’d soaked her shorts and resorted to peeing in the yard, effectively shattering her belief that she could hold it forever, but now she wondered if it was actually her limit or if she just let go because she couldn’t take it anymore. She was rapidly approaching that point, too. The vast amount of liquid inside her pulsed painfully, begging her for relief. She did her best to keep from constantly grimacing from the churning agony in her belly. The bus got to the stop outside her neighborhood. Abby’s house was pretty close to it, so Chloe didn’t have to pretend to be alright for too long, but forcing herself to stand up straight and walk at the same pace Abby was torture. As soon as she left, Chloe’s hands went between her legs and squeezed tightly. The poor girl was literally in pain, dying for a piss the entire way home. A small spurt escaped just as she came upon her house. “Ohh!” she groaned, doubling over and clutching desperately at herself. Her urethra ached badly. She waddled to the door and unlocked it with shaky hands. She opened the door and saw Emily on the couch watching TV. She immediately stood up straight, her waistband tightly squeezing her screaming bladder and pee spurting down her pant leg. She rushed past into her room and slammed the door behind her. She ran to the bathroom, but as she opened the door, she heard running water and saw the figure of someone in the shower. Her cheeks went deeply red and she quietly shut the door, twisting up her legs like a pretzel. There was a small but dark streak of urine down her pant leg, so she just poked her head out of her bedroom door, shaking and holding herself. “Is someone in the shower?” she asked Emily, acting as though she hadn’t seen them. She held her breath as her sister responded. “Yeah, Jack’s in there. He spilled something on himself.” She closed the door again and doubled over, digging her fingers into her crotch as hard as she could. Even though she was ready to explode, she didn’t want Emily to see her walk across the house to the other bathroom, struggling to stay composed with a wet streak on her pants. Chloe unbuttoned her tight khakis, which granted her some relief, but not much. Her bladder was so tight and full that there was a reddish mark going across her belly from where her pants had been digging into her. She stuck both her hands into her underwear and laid down on the bed. As time slowly ticked by, the desperate girl was filled with even more hot piss until it felt like she was about to bust open. She was on the verge of tears from the excruciating pain as she squeezed and writhed around in agony, dripping with sweat. Pee squirted forcefully into her gripped palms, further dampening her underwear. Her body pleaded with her to get relief as fast as possible, but the shower was still running. Chloe couldn’t stand it any longer. God, it hurt. It hurt so bad she didn’t want to move, but the feeling of impending leakage forced her to constantly squirm. Another spurt came out, and she realized she had to do something soon. It was worse than the time she went in the yard, but this time there was nowhere to go. She decided to go to their parents bathroom at the other end of the house, but she would need pants that didn’t show off any leaks. She got out of bed, leaking slightly as she did so, and removed her khakis. Her bladder was squished when she bent over and her urethra was pounded with surging pressure. She rummaged through her dirty laundry with one trembling hand (the other was madly squeezing and rubbing between her legs) until she found a pair of black jeans. She pulled them on and buttoned them, but they were just as tight as her khakis and constricted torturously around her bulging bladder. Her legs shook pitifully from the pressure as another spurt came out. She could feel the overfull organ pulsing against her waistband. Just as she was about to force herself to stand up straight and walk out there, she heard the shower cut off. Jack asked Emily to bring him his clothes from the dryer if they were done, but they weren’t. “I’ll find something of my dad’s for you to wear!” she called, going to the other side of the house where Chloe’s beloved bathroom was. She wanted to cry. A slight trickle that she couldn’t stop had begun to leak out as she waited for her sister to leave their parent’s room. Her entire body was shaking like a leaf while a slow growing moistness spread from her crotch and down her legs. The power of her pathetic stream fluctuated erratically from a dribble to a squirt. She was clenching her muscles as hard as she could, but there was such an extreme amount of urine contained inside the poor girl that she couldn’t believe it. It was by far the worst she’d ever needed to pee in her entire life. Chloe listened to her sister go back across the house and give Jack some clothes, but she found she couldn’t move. One step would no doubt lead to disaster. Her pee was gradually coming out more powerfully and it was starting to drip from the cuffs of her jeans. She stepped forward to sprint to the toilet, but a hissing spurt stopped her in her tracks. As her stream grew strong and steady, she came to terms with the fact that she couldn’t stand the agony any longer. She closed her eyes and let out a shuddering sigh of relief as she let go, piss immediately shooting out and soaking her jeans. It was pure bliss. Liquid cascaded down her legs and splattered to the ground. The sound of hissing and splattering filled the room, and her bladder deflated like a balloon. She doubled over and put her hands on her knees, eyes closed and breathing heavily. The pain washed away and was replaced with nearly orgasmic pleasure and Chloe was filled with overwhelming relief. She opened her eyes and saw with startling realization that her yellow river was about to go under her door, so she stumbled back and fell on her butt in her laundry bin, where she completely emptied herself for the first time all day. It was the best piss she’d ever taken. Although this experience was slightly sobering, Chloe still didn’t learn her lesson about abusing her bladder, and there were many more embarrassing situations to come...
  4. Quackduck

    Casually Desperate

    I really that that ending! I also really like your interpretation of the Unfinished stories. This particular story is complete and up now in Fiction and Fanfiction.
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    Casually Desperate

    When drinking a full cup of coffee became part of Chloe’s morning routine, the effects were pretty noticeable. She was of course much more energetic, which was a trait of hers that didn’t need intensifying. She was far more alert during school; there was no more falling asleep during lectures. She also found herself full of urine much more often than she wanted to be. Her bladder was rather small, and the coffee-loving girl was literally in a state of needing to pee more often than she wasn’t. It was hard to get used to for the first month or so. She had many ‘close calls,’ going from kind of needing a toilet to absolutely dying for a piss before she knew it. At that point, she would almost always be in the car, the middle of class, or anywhere else without immediate access to a lavatory. She held it for so long and so often that she sort of got used to the feeling. It was because of this, she believed, that her bladder had stretched to a much greater size than it once was. When before if she found herself squirming on a long car ride, she would be filled with anxiety over not making to the toilet in time. Now, she could casually play the license plate game with a severely overfull belly and confidently wait until an opportunity to go arose naturally. She would squirm and fidget, but it was nothing out of the ordinary for her anymore. Sometimes on the weekends, when she’d skip her morning routine out of laziness, she wouldn’t even enter the bathroom at all. She’d immediately go downstairs, have some breakfast, and a nice cup of coffee. One saturday morning, she did just that. Chloe groggily opened her eyes and rolled out of bed. She had slept in a big white t-shirt that went down to her knees and black underwear. The only thing she did to get ready was pull on some shorts. She ate some cereal and drank her coffee in front of the TV. She had to pee. Pretty badly, actually, but she didn’t mind. About an hour and a half later, her big sister, Emily, woke up and kicked her off the TV, so she went into the backyard and jumped on the trampoline. By then, she urgently needed to urinate, but she still payed it no mind. The liquid sloshed around inside her as she jumped, the weight of it shifting harshly up and down. A while after that, Emily came outside to take the trash out. “Why are you holding yourself like that?” she asked with a sneer. Chloe hadn’t even noticed she was clutching herself between the legs. She forced her hands by her side and shrugged, even though she knew exactly why. “You gotta pee, is that it?” Emily asked. “No!” Chloe defended, embarrassed. “God, you’re so weird. You better not bother me when Jack gets here. I don’t want you embarrassing me in front of him. If you go out, don’t forget your house key. I’m locking the door when we go to the movies.” She went back inside. Chloe’s need had increased exponentially in only a couple of minutes, and now she could barely keep herself from a full-blown potty dance. “That’d be the coffee,” she mumbled, but she didn’t want to go right after she lied to her sister about not needing to. She kept jumping for a while longer, even though it was like shaking a water bottle. She turned away from the windows so Emily wouldn’t see and squeezed herself inside her underwear. The old her would have immediately rushed into the house for sweet relief if it was that bad, but she was so comfortable with it that she stayed on the trampoline for quite a while. It eventually felt like pee was going to start squirting out of her with every jump if she didn’t go soon, so she went back into the house. The backdoor led directly into the kitchen, which then led to the living room, where she saw Emily and Jack giggling on the couch together. When she saw her sister, Emily’s face suddenly turned sour. “What are you doing back in the house?” “Just- getting a drink,” she said sheepishly. “Kitchen’s that way, retard.” Chloe spun around, went back to the kitchen, grabbed a coke and left. Sometimes she wished she were more open about her bodily functions, but it was alright now that she could hold as much liquid inside her as she wanted. She drank the coke as she rode her penny board down the road on the way to her friend Abby’s house. She hoped she’d be home. Maybe she’d be able to use her bathroom. It was hard to stay balanced when she was bursting as bad as she was, but she did well, even on the way-too-loose trucks she had on her penny board. With every kick to propel herself, she felt her bloated bladder throb. Chloe finished the coke as she rode up to the house, squeezing herself with her free hand. She heard people laughing in the backyard, so she around and saw Abby and a few of her other neighborhood friends in the pool. “Chloe!” Abby said. Chloe’s cheeks flushed red a little bit. “Were you guys going to get me?” she asked. “They were going to after I left since I have to be at ballet really soon. If you rush home and get your bathing suit we can hang out for a little while before I have to leave, but you have to go, like, now.” “How much time do you have?” “Not much. Come back as fast as you can!” She left and skated down the road as fast as she could. If she was going swimming, she could pee in the pool. It was weird, but she liked peeing in the pool more than she liked going in the toilet. Not to mention it saves water. She sprinted inside, ignoring whatever comment her sister had thrown at her, and found her bathing suit. It was a red one piece. She tore off her clothes and pulled it on, leaving the house less than a minute after she arrived. Both of her hands were in between her legs as she rode, squeezing and tapping every chance they got. She was really bursting now at this point. The entire night’s worth of urine still sat inside her stagnantly, plus the milk from her cereal, the cup of coffee, and pretty soon, the can of coke. She was still confident in her ability to hold as long as she wanted, though. This wasn’t even the fullest she’d ever been. She thought back to when she downed an entire box of capri-suns and then went on a four hour long car trip to her grandparents house. She was trembling and squirming for the entire drive. She got kind of scared that she’d lose it then, but she managed to wait all the way there, and through the tedious hugs and catch up conversations. It was the most relieving pee she’d ever taken. When she got to Abby’s, she ran around back to find everyone had left and Abby was drying off. “Shit, Chloe, I’m so sorry!” she said, “I really thought I had more time than this.” Chloe’s cheeks turned red again. “It’s okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She turned and left, disappointed and embarrassed. She was seriously busting for a piss as she rode home. She didn’t drink as much, but she’d been holding for much longer than that car ride. Her muscles were getting tired. She tried to keep her hands away from her crotch, but it was no use. Although she was sure she could hold it, she rode much faster than she would if she were empty. The urgency was distracting, and on one kick, the other foot was too far to the side. The board turned rapidly and was sent flying in front of her. She fell on her butt, and because of the speed, she was also thrown on her side. Her elbow hit the concrete really hard. She grimaced, her elbow throbbing and her bottom stinging. She extended her arm, cracking it at the joints. She stood up and felt her butt, and immediately turned beet red. Her suit had was badly torn up. She ran and got back on her penny board, skating as fast as she could back home with both her hands concealing her behind as best she could. Although she needed to pee so bad that her crotch demanded to be held, her decency was more important. She could hold it as long as she wanted. Chloe sprinted inside her room and shut the door before anyone saw. She changed back into her other clothes and threw away her bathing suit. She tried to get into the bathroom, but as soon as she opened the door, she saw her sister on the toilet. “Chloe!” she scolded, grabbing the door and slamming it in her face. She felt so humiliated and stupid. Why couldn’t she do anything right? Her friends had better things to do, her favorite bathing suit was ruined, and her elbow hurt so bad she didn’t want to move it. She also needed to pee so bad she couldn’t stand it. The coke had made its way to her already full bladder, but she was too embarrassed to be seen in the bathroom, even after her sister left. She flumped down on the bed and started to cry. Frustration cries were good. In twenty minutes, she felt much better. Abby was free tomorrow, she’d get a new bathing suit, and her elbow would heal. She still needed to pee extremely badly, though. She jumped up and went to go to the bathroom, but she smelled something foul as she approached the door. She knocked on it. “What?” Emily yelled, audibly annoyed. Chloe sighed, burying her hands in between her legs. She felt ready to pop, but she was still confident in her ability. She grabbed some money from her sock drawer and decided to ride her penny board up to the gas station, which was almost a half hour long ride. About fifteen minutes in, she began to realize that exercise made it harder to hold her pee in. By the time she got to the gas station, it was an emergency. She rested her penny board on the side of the building and ran inside, only to find that the restroom was closed. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Why was her luck so bad today? She was stepping around and squeezing herself as hard as she could. That was the main reason she came all the way here! She only had three dollars, only just enough to buy one thing. The ride over had made her parched. No one in their right mind would buy a drink when they’re bursting to pee, but Chloe believed she could hold it forever. She was trying her best to keep still as the cashier rang up her quart size gatorade, but she wasn’t doing a very good job of it. She politely thanked the cashier with her legs twisted up like a pretzel and rushed outside to get her penny board, but it wasn’t where she left it. Her heart sank. Someone must have stolen it. This must be the worst day of her life. She got it for nine dollars at a yard sale, but it still made her angry. On top of that, the poor girl still had to pee so bad. She started the long walk home with one hand between permanently her legs. She absentmindedly drank the gatorade, despite her urgent need to urinate, and she finished it in about fifteen minutes. Her belly ached from the fullness. Another fifteen minutes after that, when she’d be arriving if she had her penny board, she was almost halfway home. Her need to constantly pause to double over and hold herself didn’t get her home any quicker, either. She still firmly believed in her steel bladder, but it seriously felt like pee was going to start coming out any moment. When she was three quarters of the way home, the gatorade started to hit her. She picked up the pace, briskly walking while intermittently clutching at herself. It was getting really bad. There was so much urine in her pulsating bladder that it had stretched taut and palpable. Twenty minutes later, Chloe was absolutely dying. The entirety of the gatorade seemed to have quickly made its way through her small body and took up residence in her bloated organ. She was half-running half-waddling, squeezing and clutching herself until her knuckles turned white. She felt like crying again. She couldn’t stand it any longer! Her neighborhood came into view, and her house was just a couple more blocks. She was starting to question her ability again. Before she was certain that she could hold it forever, but it felt like she was about to explode! Halfway down the first road, she felt a hot little spurt. She stopped in her tracks, her legs locked together and her hands squeezing hard. She stood there like that for a minute, trembling, her bladder screaming and pleading for relief. She took a deep breath and kept going. Was she really going to lose it? She’d held so much before, but this was a lot, even for her. A night and a day was contained inside her, begging to be let out. Her underwear felt wet. She was on the next road when another hot spurt came out. Instead of stopping, she tried to go faster, but it was a fatal mistake. The spurt turned to a stream that shot powerfully into her shorts. She stopped and held herself like before, but it kept coming. Glistening urine streamed down her legs and dripped onto the pavement. It faltered, squirting intermittently before coming to a stop. It didn’t help at all. If anything, it made it worse. On top of her engorged bladder which ached severely, her urethra now stung like an overworked muscle. As her house came into sight, she started running as fast as she could (which, in her condition, wasn’t very fast) with both of her hands inside her underwear. Urine sloshed around inside her belly as she did so. Her bladder begged her to stop, but she was in the homestretch. She got to her house, sprinted up, and tried the door... Locked. She suddenly remembered Emily telling her to remember to take her house key since she was leaving. She didn’t remember. Chloe was going to explode if she didn’t empty herself soon. She was filled with so much hot piss that it felt like there were gallons of liquid inside of her. She ran around back to try the door, but it was also locked. She didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t stand the pain anymore. Her entire body trembled as another leak started to come out. With shaking hands, she yanked down her shorts, lifted her long shirt, sat down in the grass, and let go. The relief was beautiful. Her stream was a hissing, golden fountain loudly splattering against the grass. She moaned in relief, not caring that the splashback was soaking her feet and legs. She put her hand on her stomach, feeling her bulge deflate like a balloon. “Oh my god,” she moaned. Her pissing went on and on. She looked down to see the impressive river traveling downhill through the grass. It also pooled around her butt, which was a bit repulsive, but the relief was so orgasmic she couldn’t care any less. As it finally dribbled to an end, she pulled her soaked shorts back up and sat on the front porch, waiting for Emily to get home.
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    Casually Desperate

    When drinking a full cup of coffee became part of Chloe’s morning routine, the effects were pretty noticeable. She was of course much more energetic, which was a trait of hers that didn’t need intensifying. She was far more alert during school; there was no more falling asleep during lectures. She also found herself full of urine much more often than she wanted to be. Her bladder was rather small, and the coffee-loving girl was literally in a state of needing to pee more often than she wasn’t. It was hard to get used to for the first month or so. She had many ‘close calls,’ going from kind of needing a toilet to absolutely dying for a piss before she knew it. At that point, she would almost always be in the car, the middle of class, or anywhere else without immediate access to a lavatory. She held it for so long and so often that she sort of got used to the feeling. It was because of this, she believed, that her bladder had stretched to a much greater size than it once was. When before if she found herself squirming on a long car ride, she would be filled with anxiety over not making to the toilet in time. Now, she could casually play the license plate game with a severely overfull belly and confidently wait until an opportunity to go arose naturally. She would squirm and fidget, but it was nothing out of the ordinary for her anymore. Sometimes on the weekends, when she’d skip her morning routine out of laziness, she wouldn’t even enter the bathroom at all. She’d immediately go downstairs, have some breakfast, and a nice cup of coffee. One saturday morning, she did just that. Chloe groggily opened her eyes and rolled out of bed. She had slept in a big white t-shirt that went down to her knees and black underwear. The only thing she did to get ready was pull on some shorts. She ate some cereal and drank her coffee in front of the TV. She had to pee. Pretty badly, actually, but she didn’t mind. About an hour and a half later, her big sister, Emily, woke up and kicked her off the TV, so she went into the backyard and jumped on the trampoline. By then, she urgently needed to urinate, but she still payed it no mind. The liquid sloshed around inside her as she jumped, the weight shifting harshly up and down. A while after that, Emily came outside to take the trash out. “Why are you holding yourself like that?” she asked with a sneer. Chloe hadn’t even noticed she was clutching herself between the legs. She forced her hands by her side and shrugged, even though she knew exactly why. “You gotta pee, is that it?” Emily asked. “No!” Chloe defended, embarrassed. “God, you’re so weird. You better not bother me when Jack gets here. I don’t want you embarrassing me in front of him.” She went back inside. Chloe’s need had increased exponentially in only a couple of minutes, and now she could barely keep herself from a full-blown potty dance. “That’d be the coffee,” she mumbled, but she didn’t want to go right after she lied to her sister about not needing to. She kept jumping for a while longer, even though it was like shaking a water bottle. She turned away from the windows so Emily wouldn’t see and squeezed herself inside her underwear. The old her would have immediately rushed into the house for sweet relief if it was that bad, but she was so comfortable with it that she stayed on the trampoline for quite a while. It eventually felt like pee was going to start squirting out of her with ever jump if she didn’t go soon, so she went back into the house. The backdoor led directly into the kitchen, which then led to the living room, where she saw Emily and Jack giggling on the couch together. When she saw her sister, Emily’s face suddenly turned sour. “What are you doing back in the house?” “Just- getting a drink,” she said sheepishly. “Kitchen’s that way, retard.” Chloe spun around, went back to the kitchen, grabbed a coke and left. Sometimes she wished she were more open about her bodily functions, but it was alright now that she could hold as much liquid inside her as she wanted. She drank the coke as she rode her penny board down the road on the way to her friend Abby’s house. She hoped she’d be home. Maybe she’d be able to use her bathroom. With every kick to propel the board, she felt her bloated bladder throb. Chloe finished the coke as she
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    Live Action Omorashi

    Try to sit as still as possible with your legs apart without using your hands to hold for a full minute
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    Live Action Omorashi

    Try to reach to the ceiling for five to ten seconds and see if you leak
  9. Quackduck

    Live Action Omorashi

    Are you up for some challenges?
  10. Quackduck

    Live Action Omorashi

    Are you still holding on?
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    Controlling Each Other

    Part 2 Kelsey shook that idea out of her head. She was an adult, after all. She got through half the cup by the time Shay came out of the bathroom, clad in only a towel. Kelsey rushed over. “I really gotta pee,” she said. “Oh, good,” her lover replied, her eyes going bright with excitement. “What?” “Are- are you still willing to go with my kink?” It was then Kelsey remembered what she had promised the night before. “Ohh, right! I forgot!” she paused. “You want to do it now?” “I mean, you already have to go...” “Okay. Cool, I’m down,” she said uneasily, trying to hide how urgently she needed to empty herself. “Safe word is pineapples, okay? Just say it if it gets too much.” “We’re gonna need a safe word for this?” “I want you to hold it for a really long time,” Shay explained, “but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable with it or anything.” Kelsey swallowed. “Okay,” she said. How long did she have in mind? She already needed to go so bad! Shay kneeled down and pulled her girlfriend’s sweatpants and underwear down a bit in front and massaged her lower belly. Kelsey tried to keep still, but it felt like she was about to leak. “You don’t really have a bulge,” Shay told her, “but I can definitely feel that you’re full.” “I have to go really bad.” She giggled and stood back up. “I’m gonna get dressed,” she said. “Okay,” Kelsey looked longingly at the toilet before sitting down in front of the TV. She didn’t want to finish the coffee from before, but she did anyway because they were college students with no money and it was expensive. Besides, with the urgency she was already feeling, this wasn’t going to last very long. Shay came out dressed in shorts and a T-shirt and snuggled up with her. About a half an hour later, Kelsey found herself squirming. “You good?” Shay asked. “I gotta pee!” she tried to keep still, but ten minutes after that she was fidgeting once again. “Scale of 1-10?” “Huh?” “How bad do you need to go?” “Oh, uhm...” She focused on it. It pulsed harshly over a dull ache. It reminded her of a road trip she had not long ago, where she had to beg her friend to pull over before she popped, but it wasn’t that bad yet. She used that experience as her reference for 10. “I guess a 7.” Shay made a noise like she just learned some interesting trivia and layed her head back down. An hour passed. Kelsey was constantly tapping her feet and fanning her legs. She could feel the shape of her swollen bladder sitting uncomfortably in her stomach, aching severely with the urgent need to be emptied. “I’m kinda bored,” Shay said, “what do you want to do now?” “Pee,” she replied. She giggled. “1-10?” She thought about the road trip. “9.” “No way you’re at a 9!” Shay said, lifting her head up and slipping her cold hand under Kelsey’s waistband and feeling her now palpable bladder. “What’s a 10?” she asked, clenching her legs together. “The couple of minutes right before you burst.” “I’ve been going off of the time we went to Asheville for that festival.” Shay laughed, pulling her hand back and leaving to the kitchen. “Dayton would not pull over. That was funny.” She retrieved two cokes from the fridge. “Oh- uh, I think I’m good,” Kelsey said. “I think you should fill ‘er up,” she said, holding one out. The almost desperate girl begrudgingly accepted. “So what do you want to do?” Shay asked again, sitting down next to Kelsey, who suddenly winced and clutched her sweatpants. “How long do you want me to hold it?” she asked, wiggling her butt. Shay shrugged. “A long time,” she winked at her and rested her head on her lap, obligating her to sit still. She did her best, gritting her teeth and focusing all her strength on her peehole. “And then what am I gonna do?” “I don’t know yet. It’s the journey that matters, anyway. Drink up.” She did as she was told. In about twenty minutes, Kelsey had finished her coke and lost the ability to sit still. She fidgeted awkwardly under Shay’s head. “You’re really starting to have to go, aren’t you?” she asked, picking her head up and feeling Kelsey’s stomach. “Your hands are so cold!” she whined, rocking her hips and scooting into the sofa. “They’re not that bad,” she said. Her hand went lower inside her underwear and began slowly massaging her clitoris. She already felt so sensitive down there from how badly she needed to urinate. Kelsey took slow, bated breaths, forgetting her need for a minute. In a moment, though, it was over. Shay kissed her on the cheek and layed her head back down on her lap. Her urge came back in slow, pulsing waves, but it was certainly easier to handle. By the time another hour passed, Kelsey was bloated with coke and piss (since Shay had gotten her two more cans during this time, and given up on laying on her lap.) She felt so close to leaking at times that couldn’t keep her hands away from her crotch for more than a few seconds. “Okay, I’ve got to be at a 9 at least!” she said, sitting so the edge of the couch dug into her butt. “It feels like that festival. It might even be worse than that.” “You shouldn’t just go off the festival as your limit. You’d be surprised at how much you can actually hold.” Shay reached over and massaged her distended bladder. “I gotta peeeeee...” she moaned, squeezing herself as soon as her lover took her hand back. Kelsey was so preoccupied by her own need that she didn’t realize Shay was fighting her own battle. She was clenching her butt in response to an urgent pressure from somewhere else. Although her bladder also ached, it was the immense load in her colon that kept her on edge. She’d been holding it in and keeping it to herself for a long time at this point, and she couldn’t keep herself from squirming around. Her belly hurt from how many farts she held in and she was embarrassingly bloated. She decided she couldn’t hold it inside any longer and got up. “Dude, Shay, I really don’t think I can handle another coke,” Kelsey said, squeezing herself. “Oh, I’m... just using the bathroom...” “Hey, why do you get to use the bathroom? I think we should both be holding it!” “I totally would, but... I don’t think you understand, I have to use the bathroom.” She put her hand on her butt as another fart bubbled up inside her, threatening to escape through her dilating anus. ”I understand fine. I think you should hold it. If you control my bathroom breaks, I control yours. It’s only fair, right?” Shay winced and clenched her legs tightly together. “Kel, I’ll totally hold my pee in with you if you just let me go this time. I really don’t like this, I’m—“ Her face was turning beet red and her legs were beginning to tremble. Should Kelsey let Shay go #2? 1-Yes! She isn’t enjoying it and she’d rather hold her pee! 2-No, Hold everything! Kelsey doesn’t like holding her pee, and she’s doing it for Shay!
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    “Yeah, I-I don’t really have any kinks myself,” Kelsey slurred, taking a sip from her fifth beer that night, “but I’m an open-minded person. One of my exes was into feet, so we fucked around with that.” She noticed Shay, her girlfriend, had been blushing since she’d first mentioned the word ‘kink.’ Now, Kelsey was just coaxing her to tell her what she was into, letting her know that whatever it is she’d be fine with it. “In fact, I kind- I kind of liked it,” she went on to say, “not that I’m also into feet, but I like weird shit like that. It helps keep the sex interesting. There- there isn’t much that I’d consider taboo.” Shay’s eyes darted around the room as she laughed uneasily, but she still didn’t say anything. Kelsey stifled a burp. “What are you into? W-Are you into anything?” Shay looked started. That was too direct. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t wanna,” Kelsey reassured. “Umm-“ Shay brushed her auburn hair behind her and looked at the floor. “I am, but... I’ve never really told anyone.” “You can tell me,” she almost spilled her beer down her white tank top trying to take another sip. “If you’re comf-comfortable.” Shay laughed. “Uh- Well, here goes. I really like omorashi.” Kelsey blinked. “It’s uh... Pee. I like holding it, and other people holding it. When someone wets themselves, it’s...” She shrugged. “I’m into anything piss-related.” She thought should be more coherent, considering her sobriety. Kelsey paused for a moment, then started laughing. For a moment, Shay was mortified. Then, her lover spoke: “Dude, I wasn’t expecting that, but I really appreciate you telling me.” She finished her beer and tossed it towards the trash can, missing and sending it clattering to the ground. “Tell you what, I already kind of have to pee. I drank almost a whole- a whole six pack of white claws, so tonight, or- or whenever, you can do whatever you want with my bladder.” Shay laughed. “What are you talking about, Kel?” “Whatever you want me to do with my pee, I’ll do it. It’s whatever. Except-except these are new sweatpants, so I might not pee myself. Unless I change.” She shook her head, giggling. Pretty soon, though, Kelsey had passed out on the couch. Shay gingerly put a blanket over her and went to bed. ... When Kelsey woke up in the morning, she was hungover and had an aching need to piss. She groaned as she sat up, her head throbbing painfully. “I didn’t even drink that much...” she mumbled groggily. She crawled off the sofa and tried to get into the bathroom, but it seemed to be occupied. Running water could be heard. “Why do you still lock the door when you take a shower?” she called through the door, shifting her weight from foot to foot. “I don’t know when people visit!” Shay called back. Kelsey gave herself a squeeze and went into the kitchen. She made herself some coffee, dancing like a little kid as she watched the liquid leak and spurt down into her mug. She badly needed the toilet. She drank her coffee as she waited for the bathroom door to open, and as the time went on, the sink became an increasingly alluring place to do her business... Comment your vote: 1- Pee in the sink! 2- Hold it! The bathroom will be open soon...
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    “Yeah, I-I don’t really have any kinks myself,” Kelsey slurred, taking a sip from her fifth beer that night, “but I’m an open-minded person. One of my exes was into feet, so we fucked around with that.” She noticed Shay, her girlfriend, had been blushing since she’d first mentioned the word ‘kink.’ Now, Kelsey was just coaxing her to tell her what she was into, letting her know that whatever it is she’d be fine with it. “In fact, I kind- I kind of liked it,” she went on to say, “not that I’m also into feet, but I like weird shit like that. It helps keep the sex interesting. There- there isn’t much that I’d consider taboo.” Shay’s eyes darted around the room as she laughed uneasily, but she still didn’t say anything. Kelsey stifled a burp. “What are you into? W-Are you into anything?” Shay looked started. That was too direct. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t wanna,” Kelsey reassured. “Umm-“ Shay brushed her auburn hair behind her and looked at the floor. “I am, but... I’ve never really told anyone.” “You can tell me,” she almost spilled her beer down her white tank top trying to take another sip. “If you’re comf-comfortable.” Shay laughed. “Uh- Well, here goes. I really like omorashi.” Kelsey blinked. “It’s uh... Pee. I like holding it, and other people holding it. When someone wets themselves, it’s...” She shrugged. “I’m into anything piss-related.” She thought should be more coherent, considering her sobriety. Kelsey paused for a moment, then started laughing. For a moment, Shay was mortified. Then, her lover spoke: “Dude, I wasn’t expecting that, but I really appreciate you telling me.” She finished her beer and tossed it towards the trash can, missing and sending it clattering to the ground. “Tell you what, I already kind of have to pee. I drank almost a whole- a whole six pack of white claws, so tonight, you can do whatever you want with my bladder.” Shay laughed. “What are you talking about, Kel?” “Whatever you want me to do with my pee, I’ll do it. It’s whatever. Except-except these are new sweatpants, so I might not pee myself. Unless I change.” She shook her head, giggling. Pretty soon, though, Kelsey had passed out on the couch. Shay gingerly put a blanket over her and went to bed. ... When Kelsey woke up in the morning, she was hungover and had an aching need to piss. She groaned as she sat up, her head throbbing painfully. “I didn’t even drink that much...” she mumbled groggily. She crawled off the sofa and tried to get into the bathroom, but it seemed to be occupied. Running water could be heard. “Why do you still lock the door when you take a shower?” she called through the door, shifting her weight from foot to foot. “I don’t know when people visit!” Shay called back. Kelsey gave herself a squeeze. She badly needed the toilet, and she considered going in the sink for a minute before pushing that revolting idea far out of her mind. She made herself some coffee, dancing like a little kid as the liquid leaking down into her mug. She got through half the cup by the time Shay came out of the bathroom, clad in only a towel. Kelsey rushed over. “I really gotta pee,” she said. “Oh, good,” her lover replied, her eyes going bright with excitement. “What?” “Are- are you still willing to go with my kink?” It was then Kelsey remembered what she had promised the night before. “Ohh, right! I forgot!” she paused. “You want to do it now?” “I mean, you already have to go...” “Okay. Cool, I’m down,” she said uneasily, trying to hide how urgently she needs to empty herself. “Safe word is pineapples, okay? Just say it if it gets too much.” “We’re gonna need a safe word for this?” “I want you to hold it for a really long time,” Shay explained, “but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable with it or anything.” Kelsey swallowed. “Okay,” she said. How long did she have in mind? She already needed to go so bad! Shay kneeled down and pulled her girlfriend’s sweatpants and underwear down a bit in front and massaged her lower belly. Kelsey tried to keep still, but it felt like she was about to leak. “You don’t really have a bulge,” Shay told her, “but I can definitely feel that you’re full.” “I have to go really bad.” She giggled and stood back up. “I’m gonna get dressed,” she said. “Okay,” Kelsey looked longingly at the toilet before sitting down in front of the TV. She didn’t want to finish the coffee from before, but she did anyway because they were college students with no money and it was expensive. Besides, with the urgency she was already feeling, this wasn’t going to last very long. Shay came out dressed in shorts and a T-shirt and snuggled up with her. About a half an hour later, Kelsey found herself squirming. “You good?” Shay asked. “I gotta pee!” she tried to keep still, but ten minutes after that she was fidgeting once again. “Scale of 1-10?” “Huh?” “How bad do you need to go?” “Oh, uhm...” She focused on it. It pulsed harshly over a dull ache. It reminded her of a road trip she had not long ago, where she had to beg her friend to pull over before she popped, but it wasn’t that bad yet. She used that experience as her reference for 10. “I guess a 7.” Shay made a noise like she just learned some interesting trivia and layed her head back down. An hour passed. Kelsey was constantly tapping her feet and fanning her legs. She could feel the shape of her swollen bladder sitting uncomfortably in her stomach, aching severely with the urgent need to be emptied. “I’m kinda bored,” Shay said, “what do you want to do now?” “Pee,” she replied. She giggled. “1-10?” She thought about the road trip. “9.” “No way you’re at a 9!” Shay said, lifting her head up and slipping her cold hand under Kelsey’s waistband and feeling her now palpable bladder. “What’s a 10?” she asked, clenching her legs together. “The couple of minutes right before you burst.” “I’ve been going off of the time we went to Asheville for that festival.” Shay laughed, pulling her hand back and leaving to the kitchen. “Dayton would not pull over. That was funny.” She retrieved two cokes from the fridge. “Oh- uh, I think I’m good,” Kelsey said. “I think you should fill ‘er up,” she said, holding one out. The almost desperate girl begrudgingly accepted. “So what do you want to do?” Shay asked again, sitting down next to Kelsey, who suddenly winced and clutched her sweatpants. “How long do you want me to hold it?” she asked, wiggling her butt. Shay shrugged. “A long time,” she winked at her and rested her head on her lap, obligating her to sit still. She did her best, gritting her teeth and focusing all her strength on her peehole. “And then what am I gonna do?” “I don’t know yet. It’s the journey that matters, anyway. Drink up.” She did as she was told. In about twenty minutes, Kelsey had finished her coke and lost the ability to sit still. She fidgeted awkwardly under Shay’s head. “You’re really starting to have to go, aren’t you?” she asked, picking her head up and feeling Kelsey’s stomach. “Your hands are so cold!” she whined, rocking her hips and scooting into the sofa. “They’re not that bad,” she said. Her hand went lower inside her underwear and began slowly massaging her clitoris. She already felt so sensitive down there from how badly she needed to urinate. Kelsey took slow, bated breaths, forgetting her need for a minute. In a moment, though, it was over. Shay kissed her on the cheek and layed her head back down on her lap. Her urge came back in slow, pulsing waves, but it was certainly easier to handle. By the time another hour passed, Kelsey was bloated with coke and piss (since Shay had gotten her two more cans during this time, and given up on laying on her lap.) She felt so close to leaking at times that couldn’t keep her hands away from her crotch for more than a few seconds. “Okay, I’ve got to be at a 9 at least!” she said, sitting so the edge of the couch dug into her butt. “It feels like that festival. It might even be worse than that festival.” “You shouldn’t just go off the festival as your limit. You’d be surprised at how much you can actually hold.” Shay massaged her distended bladder. “I gotta peeeeee...” she moaned, squeezing herself as soon as her lover took her hand back. Kelsey was so preoccupied by her own need that she didn’t realize Shay was fighting her own battle. She was clenching her butt in response to an urgent pressure from somewhere else. Although her bladder also ached, it was the immense load in her colon that kept her on edge. She’d been holding it in and keeping it to herself for a long time at this point, and she couldn’t keep herself from squirming around. Her belly hurt from how many farts she held in and she was embarrassingly bloated. She decided she couldn’t hold it inside any longer and got up. “Dude, Shay, I really don’t think I can handle another coke,” Kelsey said, squeezing herself. “Oh, I’m... just using the bathroom...” “Hey, why do you get to use the bathroom? I think we should both be holding it!” “I don’t think you understand, I have to use the bathroom.” She put her hand on her butt as another fart bubbled up inside her, threatening to escape through her dilating anus.