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  1. These are really great. Keep it up! 🙂
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    The Hostage

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

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

    Is there a version in english that you know of?
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    Live Action Omorashi

    Are you able to sit still?
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    Ask Scarlett

    What’s your maximum bladder capacity? Also, how bad do you usully need to go before you wet yourself?
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    Art thread (requests?)

    I love your art style! If there’s not too many requests on the list, could you do one of Princess Bubblegum from Adventure Time desperately holding a bursting bladder? Or relieving herself outside as a last resort after really having to go?
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    Full Bladder Curse

    These are awesome ・ᴗ・
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    Full Bladder Curse!

    Those are incredible! Thanks so much. I really appreciate your support
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    Isabelle and Jacob

    “Come on, it’s just after this tree!” Isabelle shouted excitedly, her pigtails bouncing with her energetic hopping. Jacob followed closely behind. “I saw it when you were home sick. It was getting dark, though, so I didn’t look inside.” ”How dilapidated is it?” ”Not very,” she replied, “it kind of slants to one side, but not very much.” When they came upon the abandoned structure, Jacob saw that his friend was sugarcoating the danger. “This thing looks like it could fall at any moment!” he exclaimed. ”You think so? I think it’s got more strength than it looks. Come on!” ”I’ll go in with you, but we’re just staying by the doorway. I don’t want it to fall on us or anything.” ”Oh, come on! Just real quick. In and out.” Jacob noticed Isabelle shifting her weight from foot to foot, squirming discreetly. “You gotta pee?” She nodded. “I’ve had to since we left. I’m about to go behind that bush. Jacob, you have to go through the whole thing with me! It’ll be really fun!” He sighed. “Fine, but we have to get out fast.” ”Awesome! Okay, be right back.” ”Wait,” he said, grabbing her shirt sleeve. “Don’t pee.” ”What?” she looked at him confused, “why?” ”To ensure that you aren’t going to keep me waiting to leave for forever.” Jacob knew of Isabelle’s small bladder. Oftentimes, as they explored, she’d take multiple breaks to relieve herself behind a tree or something. She would also hold it on purpose if they were ‘having too much fun,’ as she would put it when she ended up desperate or wet. “I swear I won’t if you let me go. I really have to tinkle.” ”You know I won’t leave without you and you’ll just keep on looking around,” he smirked, “I know you.” She sighed, stepping in place a bit. “Fine, let’s go.” They went inside. The place smelled of mildew and nature. The walls were overgrown with flora and the walls tilted forbodingly to one side.
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    Full Bladder Curse!

    Part one of the finished product has been published in Fiction and Fanfiction
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    Full Bladder Curse!

    Although this story is primarily desperation and wetting, there are a couple of moments that include farting. To avoid putting you off if you're not into it, I've made the omorashi parts yellow and the farting parts green to make them easier to avoid. Part One Olivia was a curious girl, always wandering through the Magic Forest where she wasn't supposed to go. "There are dangerous things in there," her older sister would tell her, "you wouldn't want a wizard to cast a spell on you for trespassing in his home!" Olivia didn't listen, though. There were far too many wonderful things to see in the Magic Forest. As she wandered gleefully through a 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 parched from walking for so long, knelt down and drank from the river. It was the best water she'd ever tasted! 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 apologetically, "I didn't realize this 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! I'll 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," the wizard stroked his beard contemplatively, "maybe you speak the truth, but you still have a belly full of magic water. That must come out. Okay, hold still." With that, the wizard shot a beam of golden light at Olivia. It stung a bit, but it mostly just scared her. She fell backwards into 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 sister Emma would be wanting her home soon. She began the long way 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 a toilet. She needed to go so badly, but 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 down her pants 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 it was an emergency. She felt like she was going to leak at any moment! With both hands pressed hard into her girlhood, she frantically 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 that she didn't have a choice. She yanked her pants down, fell on her butt 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 felt immensely relieved, but the experience had brought back some bothersome memories. As long as she could remember, it was a common occurrence that she would be absolutely desperate for a pee in the morning, but Emma would occupy the bathroom and make her wait. She would bang on the door and beg to be let in. Her sister found the whole situation hilarious and would purposely take as long as possible to come out. She would open the door to make it seem like she was going to come out, then slam it in Olivia's face when she came running. A few times, it had gotten so bad that she was forced to sprint downstairs and relieve herself in the yard. The last time she did this, though, her sister caught her, and she was subject to even more humiliation. After that, Olivia never even knocked on the bathroom door when she needed to go. She simply sucked it up and held it until the bathroom was available, doing her best to show as little desperation as possible. She got rather good at holding, too, so it was kind of a shock to have lost control so quickly. That was what she thought about for the entire walk home, thankful that she wasn't around Emma when the curse had set in. By the time she reached her front door, though, she was already shifting her weight from foot to foot. She stepped inside and saw her sister reading on the couch. "Hey," she greeted. "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 stared Olivia in the eye. There was an unusual air of seriousness in her voice. "You weren't in the Magic Forest, were you?" "I swear I wasn't!" 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 forceful stream 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 or something. 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 two, three, even four times when her need took up to much of her mind. 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. As she jumped, squirmed, and squeezed herself, she felt small squirts of urine occasionally trickle out of her and dampen her underwear. She couldn't bring herself to pee in the yard again, but she had to do something. She twisted and contorted her legs to knock on the door. "How long are you gonna be, Emma?" she asked sheepishly. "You just went!" snapped her sister. "Leave me alone!" Olivia groaned miserably and pressed her fingers in between her legs with all her might, struggling to keep dry. The poor, desperate girl was so full of liquid that 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 that she still needed to go, though, and not too long after that she was back to squirming around in uncomfortable agony. With both hands pressed firmly in 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 had no other choice, 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 her pants down, squatted, and exploded a strong blue stream, her pee quickly puddling around her feet. She sighed blissfully, thankful that her house was secluded enough not to be seen, but she still felt twinges of embarrassment and hoped with all her heart that her sister wouldn't see her. 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. Olivia immediately changed into her pajamas. Later in the night as she lay in bed reading her 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. To be continued...
  13. I thought this was just an omorashi fantasy for a long time (because I would never rush so much that I’d skip the main point of my routine) until I genuinely saw it happen. A friend of mine crashed on my couch. When he woke up and was late he literally just bolted out the door. Unless it was seriously important, I’d just accept that I was late. Full bladder aside, I don’t want to walk into work with unbrushed hair, unclean teeth, and no deodorant.
  14. One thing I’m always self-conscious about when I add other sexual elements into my stories is how it will appear to the audience in general. I typically try to avoid fixating on the farting fetish because, although I’m into it, I know how much of a turnoff it can be to suddenly have a different fetish thrown in your face when you were just immersed in the story. Most references I make to this are quick and fleeting. I do the same with graphic sex and more intense descriptions in reference to the sensation in their bladder, such as “screaming” or “torturous.” I’m curious to see who your target audience is when you write. Obviously you write about what turns you on, but to what extent do you keep the readers in mind?
  15. I woke up groggily next to my lover, who was still fast asleep. My curly black hair was knotted and the only article of clothing I had on was a white T-shirt. My bottom half was completely exposed under the covers. I hadn’t planned on getting fucked, so I had a embarrassingly unkept bush. I didn’t remember much from the night before on account of the amount of drinks I had. Just one of the many side effects I felt from having too much fun, along with a splitting headache and a bursting bladder. Oh, fuck, I thought, as my immense need to urinate truly set in. It seemed like an entire gallon of hot piss was bulging out of my belly, pulsing torturously. I tried crawling out of bed as silently as I could, but I still woke him up. “Where you goin’?” he mumbled, eyes half closed. ”Bathroom,” I replied, stepping in place as I searched for my pants. ”—Time izzit?” ”Half past nine.” He jumped up, startled. “Don’t go out there!” He whispered. ”Why?” I asked pleadingly, desperately fidgeting and squeezing myself. The huge amount of alcohol I had drank was stretching my bladder far more than I was comfortable with. ”I told you last night you had to be out of here by seven. If my parents see you here, I’m dead.” ”Shit. I’m sorry, I don’t even remember that. I can be quiet, I just really have to piss.” ”No! You’re climbing out the window. Don’t pass my parents bedroom.” ”Nathan, it’s seriously an emergency. I can’t wait—“ ”My parents can’t see you! Go!” I pulled on my underwear and jeans, but I didn’t button them. “I can be quick, I just have to go so badly—“ ”No! You can’t go anywhere in my house. My parents room is right down the hall. You have to get out now! I’ll call you.” I knew he wouldn’t. I buttoned my jeans painfully over my bulging tummy and climbed out of the window. With both hands desperately grabbing at my crotch, I snuck out of his yard to the safety of the road. I had no idea where I was. I danced in place as I sent for an Uber, but my phone died as it was going through. ”Fuck!” I cursed. I stood there looking around and squirming for a minute before I cut my losses and went back to his window, which I quietly knocked on sheepishly. He looked at me incredulously. ”What the fuck?” He mouthed. ”Open it!” I whispered, unable to make it any less obvious that I was about to piss my pants. He opened it. “What do you want?” ”I don’t know where I am or how to get home. My phones dead.” He sighed. “Get in. Be absolutely silent! Ill let you charge your phone here, but you have to be ready to hide if my parents come in.” ”Thanks so much,” I said, climbing back in. I grimaced as my bladder continued to complain. “Dude, I seriously gotta piss though,” I told him as I plugged my phone in. ”I told you you can’t leave this room.” I unbuttoned my jeans. “You don’t have, like, a cup or something in here that I can use?” ”Nasty ass.” ”I’m really not kidding,” I told him, doubling over and pushing my fingers into my privates. “You have no idea how bad I need to use the bathroom.” ”I don’t care.” “Fucking jesus...” I choked while on the verge on tears, gripping myself with all my strength as I spurted into my underwear. My urethra stung as I cut off the short-lived stream. “You’re really gonna piss yourself if you don’t go soon?” He asked. I nodded. Nathan sighed and got up. “I’ll get you a cup, but you’re taking it with you, alright?” “Thank you so much,” I said, still doubled over. He left, leaving me alone in his room cradling my burning bladder. I felt like I could explode at any moment. I heard footsteps coming down the hallway, but I knew it was too early to be Nathan. I scrambled under the bed and held my breath, cringing as my bloated belly was squished against the hardwood floor. The person opened the door, but didn’t come in. “What are you doing, Dad?” I heard Nathan say. “I could have sworn I heard a woman’s voice,” was the reply. “I was watching something on my phone.” I rolled onto my side so my piss bulge wouldn’t be crushed any longer. It continued agonizingly throb. I started leaking again, and my hands shot in between my legs to stem the flow. My bladder was screaming. I heard the footsteps recede back down the hallway, then his bedroom door close. “Where are you?” he whispered. I climbed out from under the bed, doubled over and nearly crying. One hand was squeezing my crotch while one hand was reaching with shaky hands for the small styrofoam 7/11 cup he’d retrieved for me. “You have to be silent when you do this,” he said, pulling the cup away. “I will, just please let me pee,” I begged, already pulling my pants down. As soon as he handed me the cup, I squatted over it and exploded. Urine loudly hissed out of me and splattered into the cup, filling it quicker than I thought. I bit my lip to keep from moaning from the pleasure. Nathan hit me on the shoulder and stared daggers at me, putting his finger to his mouth and telling me to be quiet. I couldn’t. If only he knew how good it felt to finally release all that pent up liquid at that moment. I looked back down and saw that the cup was alarmingly full, almost overflowing. I immediately stemmed the flow, my urethra badly stinging. I winced and squeezed my girlhood, drops of pee making my palm wet. “There, you pissed,” he whispered, “now get out! Hurry!” “I’m not done!” I pleaded, squirming desperately, but he ushered me toward the window with my pants still around my knees. I dumped the urine out of the open window. “Nathan, I still really have to go.” “Take the cup and go outside!” “I can’t go outside!” “You’re going to have to!” I yanked my pants up. He handed me my phone, which was now at 3%, and rushed me out the window. I knew I couldn’t go outside, so I didn’t even take the cup with me. There was nowhere I could go for privacy. I was less desperate than I was before, but I still really had to go. I snuck out of his yard and sent for an Uber. That time it went through. I waited for nearly fifteen minutes, marching, holding myself, jumping around, doubling over, and crossing my legs. I did basically anything you could imagine to keep the ocean of pee inside me. When the Uber came driving down the road, I was twisted up like a pretzel, bobbing up and down. I was fidgeting for the whole drive to my house, scooting back and forth when it became particularly bad. I arrived at my house, leapt out of the car, and ran up to the front door, which was locked. I jogged in place as I searched my pants for the key. I had my phone, my wallet, a couple of loose pennies... No key. I had lost my house key. I checked under the mat, on the windowsills, and every possible crevice on the porch to no avail. My parents were on vacation and wouldn’t be getting home for another few days. With both hands pressed firmly between my legs, I ran around to the backyard and checked the door. Also locked. I was getting about as desperate as I was when I was in Nathan’s room. I unbuttoned my pants as my belly started to bulge and press against the waistband again. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, which was now at 1%, and called my friend Julia. She didn’t answer at first. “Hello?” “Julia!” I exclaimed, wiggling around, “what are you doing?” “Nothin’. Watchin, TV.” “I really need you to come pick me up.” “Are you alright?” “I’m fine, I just—“ I doubled over more, squeezing myself harder, “I’m locked out of my house and I really need to pee.” She laughed. “Are you serious?” “Julia, please, I’m about to burst!” “Alright, jeez. I’m on my way.” At that moment, my phone died and I was left alone with my screaming bladder once again. I ran back to the front porch so I’d see Julia pull up. There, I hopped around and squirmed, ready to cry. I was definitely at the level I was at Nathan’s, if not worse. My bloated belly pulsed constantly and agonizingly. I continued to jump and march around, even though every step felt like daggers in my tummy. I just couldn’t stand still at all. I sat down on the armrest of a chair, grinding into my crotch in an attempt at some sort of relief. I let out a strong spurt into my underwear, wincing at the pain of holding. I stuck both of my hands into my pants, gripping my pussy with all of my strength. I spurted again directly into my hands, gritting my teeth and tensing my entire lower half. “Fuckkk...” I groaned miserably, getting back on my feet and waddling to the door. I tried the knob again in vain, stepping pathetically in place as my howling, overfilled bladder begged to be emptied. I started leaking again, but this time I couldn’t stop it. I dropped to a squatting position, holding myself as hard as I could. It went on for a long time, too, far longer than I wanted. I thought my body was going to completely empty itself, but I fought it every second it was happening, no matter how painful. Enough urine to drench my butt and my thighs escaped me before I was able to stop. My entire body was shaking by the time I did. Although I wasn’t as desperate as before, I was still filled to the brim with liquid that wanted out. For a minute, I sat there as still as I could, holding myself. I pushed myself back up when I heard a car coming down the street. To my luck, it was Julia. Noting my drenched pants, I waddled as fast as I could and poked my head in te window, squirming and dancing around. “I leaked,” I said, “a lot...” “I see that,” Julia giggles. She took an old shirt off the car floor and put it on the passenger seat. I climbed in, my thighs sticky and my bladder bursting. “How did you manage to get locked out?” She asked, laughing. “Can we please get to your house?” I pleaded, “I’m about to explode!” “Alright, jeez!” I squirmed and fidgeted the entire way there, trying to keep the fact that I was leaking every few seconds from Julia, who found the whole situation hilarious. She kept hitting her breaks and lurching me forward, which was immensely torturous. “Pleeease stop,” I begged, half-laughing and half-sobbing. Julia just giggled. All of the liquid pent up inside of me sloshed around with every bump. By the time we arrived at her house, I couldn’t take it anymore. I tried to climb out of the car, but I immediately started leaking the moment I put weight on my feet. “What are you waiting for?” Julia asked. “I don’t think I can stand up,” I replied. I felt my ears burning red. “Is it actually that bad?” She wasn’t laughing as much anymore. I didn’t say anything back. I sat there tensed up, squeezing my girlhood and waiting for the wave to pass, but it didn’t. It lingered in my aching, throbbing tummy. “I don’t think I’ve ever had to pee this bad before,” I muttered. All I could think about was how much my bladder was stretching past its limit. “I mean,” Julia said, “you’re already wet. You might as well just... you know.” I looked up at her. “What?” “Pee yourself.” “Nuh-uh,” I grumbled, pushing my shaky fingers harder into my crotch. “It’s one thing to lose control, but it’s another thing to just wet myself voluntarily like a three year old.” “You’re pushing yourself unnecessarily. The damage is already done. I mean, you’re dripping all over my car as we speak!” I snickered. I felt my abdomen cramp as I did so, but it made me feel a little better. “My parents aren’t home,” she continued, “you could just stand up and let go. I’ll lend you more clothes, and you could shower here.” I sighed a quick and shuddery sigh as my bladder contracted, my bloated belly aching with the pain of a gallon of hot piss inside me. I was bulging out so much I couldn’t believe it. The pee that had already managed to escape was sticking my pants to my body. To be honest, I just wanted it to be over. I stood up. Almost immediately, I started leaking. My body instinctively tensed up, weakening the stream, before I told it to embrace my fate. I let go. Fully and completely. A strong, hissing stream of piss shot out of my, utterly drenching my pants and cascading down my legs. I gasped with the pleasure of it. Darkness quickly seeped down to my ankles and a golden river was making its way into the grass. I put some pressure on my belly, pushing my pee out even quicker. My bulge was deflating like a balloon. I moaned a little and bit my lip, feeling an oddly sexual sensation accompany my relief. This went on for a long time, longer than I cared to count. As it trickled to an end, I noticed Julia waiting awkwardly, looking around at the sky a bit red in the face. “Feel better?” she asked. I nodded, laughing. “I’ve never pissed so much in my life,” I said, looking at my dripping pants. My relief began to turn to shame. “Oh my god, I wet myself,” I mumbled, burying my face in my hands. “Don’t worry about it. Come on, let’s get you showered and dressed. I’ll wash your clothes.” “Just throw them away.” She laughed. “Or that.” When I got to her bathroom, I skinned off my soaked pants and pulled off my shirt. I glistened with shining streaks of pee. A slight creak from the door startled me. I spun around and saw Julia. I covered myself with my arms, but not very well. “Sorry. I really need to use the toilet before you get in,” she said, rushing over and undoing her pants. “I’ll be quick. Seeing all that just—“ She paused, and looked at my nervous, shameful face, shivering a bit from the cold. She averted her gaze. “It made me have to go.” She dropped her pants, revealing about as much pubic hair as I have, and sat down on the toilet. Urine began pattering in the porcelain bowl almost immediately, and I heard a small sigh of relief. It was a rather substantial amount of urine, too. That was more than just a reaction from seeing me pee; she must have had to go for a while. I brushed this off, though. I got a towel and covered myself, even though she’d already seen. Julia didn’t seem to pay much attention to our modesty. I suppose it was for good reason. Her stream came to an end. She pulled up her pants and neglected wiping, which I found rather odd. She flushed the toilet and left me to take my shower. Under the water, I emptied the remaining liquid I was holding absentmindedly. It travelled down my leg and into the drain. When I had finished my shower and gotten dressed in Julia’s clothes, which were a bit too small, I joined her on the couch and watched TV. “Thanks, by the way,” I said, embarrassed. “For what?” I blinked. “The ride, the shower, the clothes... And I’m really sorry about... wetting myself. That’s really embarrassing, jesus christ...” “Dude, don’t worry about it.” “I can’t not worry about it! I’m not a kid anymore, I should be able to hold my pee in.” “You have no idea how often that happens to me.” “What... peeing yourself?” “I just hold it without thinking. I don’t even really notice it until I really have to go. If I can’t get to a bathroom in time, well...” She shrugged. “Maybe I’m just weird. I don’t know if this makes me a bad person, but it’s kind of a relief to see it happen to someone else for a change.” I scratched my head, not really knowing how to respond. I had to go pee again. The weird thing about holding so much is that you have to go again a couple times afterward. I didn’t go to the bathroom, though. I held it absentmindedly, watching TV with Julia.