Quackduck

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

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

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

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

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

I found myself at the side of a lake. It was rather peaceful. Suddenly, a women rose from the water, beautiful and completely naked. My cheeks turned a deep red when I realized I, too, was naked. I focused on not letting my dick get hard as she waded to shore. She had pale skin and frizzy brown hair that was matted down from the water. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. Her body was slender and gorgeous. I gazed obviously upon her budding nipples and her vagina, on which grew small tufts of brown hair. She looked at me and smiled.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I don’t have a name. Do I?”
It was then I realized I was dreaming. This woman was a product of my imagination.
“Ainsley,” she said, just as I thought it. “Did you know that you can control everything around you?”
I blinked. She giggled. “You didn’t know. But you do now. Try it. What do you want to change?”
Suddenly, I was clothed in jeans and a T-shirt.
“That’s a good start,” Ainsley said, “though a tad unfair. Try something else. What do you really want to be happening around you?”
The sight of Ainsley’s body was seriously turning me on. I thought about how hot it would be if she needed to piss. Then, I noticed her fidgeting.
She chuckled. “You really didn’t waste much time letting your mind go to the gutter, did you?”
“What do you mean?”
“I need to pee pretty bad,” she patted her bladder. “Most people just fuck me. You want something different. Still sexual, but different.”
“I made you have to pee with my thoughts?”
She nodded. “That’s how it works.”
I focused on her growing more desperate. She lurched slightly, touching her inner thighs. “Ohh, yikes,” she said, nervously laughing. She was shifting her weight from foot to foot, but I could tell she was hiding her need. She gave me a look that told me she knew what I was thinking.
“I don’t like how you can read my mind,” I said.
“I’m not reading your mind,” she told me, stepping around, “I’m in your mind, and I just happen to know what’s going on.”
I thought about her need to pee worsening. Ainsley giggled nervously again as she grabbed herself between the legs. “O~okay, that’s a lot,” she said. She marched around, squeezing her pussy and sometimes her breasts. I enjoyed the show for quite a while, before she said:
“Okay, can I go pee now?”
“You need my permission?”
“I mean- Kind of. I don’t know. Can I?”
I filled her bladder even more. “Oohhh...” she groaned.

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

It's a cool, overcast October morning. My '88 Cadillac Brougham is parked on the shoulder of the 411. I'm sitting on the hood, flipping through my phone. The reception here is kind of crappy, so I can't do all that much. After answering a couple texts from a friend, I hear rustling from the woods to my right. Lindsey pops out, still doing up the belt on her jeans.

"Did you make it?" I ask.

"Barely." 

I turn off my phone and slip it into my pocket. "You do this to yourself, you know."

She rolls her eyes. "Oh, come on! Don't do this again."

We get back into the car. I start the motor and merge back onto the 411. "No, you do do this to yourself. Every time we go on a long drive, I tell you: Don't drink a bunch of stuff before we go. Don't get a refill even though it's a better deal. Don't drink two coffees for breakfast. And you tell me you won't. But we haven't even been driving an hour and you're already practically pissing yourself."

"I didn't piss myself, you dick!" 

I speed up to pass a tractor trailer. "I know, but Christ. I don't want to have to stop every 45 minutes so you can go to the bathroom. What did you drink before I picked you up?"

"Nothing!"

"That's a lie and you know it."

Lindsey looks away from me and out the window. "A mug of coffee and a glass of water," She says in the same way an eight-year-old admits to eating the last of the Oreo cookies.
"Which mug?"

"...The one with the honeybees on it." Which was the biggest one she owned, of course.

I put my hand on my forehead. "Every time, man! Every time!"

"I was sleepy! And thirsty! I needed coffee!"

"But then why the water?!"

"I just wanted it, ok?"

We pass by a big blue sign that says "REST AREA 1 KILOMETER". Haha! If only we had known. She hates having to pop a squat.

"Oh, hey, look!" I exclaim.

She punches my arm, not hard enough to hurt. "Shut up!" I bite my lip and try not to laugh.

I keep driving. Eventually, Lindsey starts to close her eyes and drift off to sleep. The seats in my car are a lot more comfortable than the ones in her Mitsubishi, and she is definitely not used to this level of comfort. After a few more minutes, she's out cold, even after drinking that coffee.

15 minutes pass, then 30. I get off the highway for a minute to stop at a Flying J. I top off my gas tank, then go inside to pay for it. I grab a coffee while I'm in there and some Reese cups for Lindsey. I know she likes those. While I'm there, I use the bathroom. I probably could have waited longer, but I may as well while I'm here.

I get back to the Cadillac and Lindsey is still out cold. I consider waking her up, but she's snuggled under a blanket and I'd feel bad waking her early. I let her rest. 

Traffic was still flowing nicely as I merged back onto the highway. I expected worse on a Friday morning, but we were probably far enough from any major cities that it wouldn't be an issue. I turn on the radio and settle on a nice and quiet local talk station where two gentlemen are discussing some bullshit about an appliance store somewhere. It's exactly the type of pointless chatter that keeps me focused on the road, and besides, I don't want to wake Lindsey with loud music.

After another 30 minutes or so, she starts to wake up again. I hear her yawn. "How long was I out for?"

"I dunno. An hour, maybe a bit more."

She stares ahead for a second, then looks uncomfortable.

"I have to pee again."

"Really?"

"Yeah." She nods. "Bad."

I grip the steering wheel tight. Goddamnit. 

"Okay, look. There's another rest stop in 15 kilometers or so. Can you hold it that long?" I look over. Her legs are pressed firmly together and she's wiggling her feet around on the floor of the car. I can tell it's gonna be a close one.

"I think I can." Lindsey says, with absolutely no confidence.

"Can you at least sit on a towel or something?"

"What? I"m not going to piss myself in your car! I don-"

"Listen," I interrupt. "Cloth seats absorb liquids really easily." I look over and make eye contact. "Any liquids. And I don't want to have to deep-clean my seats for the second time this summer."

She looks annoyed, but understands. Lindsey reaches into the back seat and grabs a beach towel, folds it up, then puts it down on her chair and sits back down.

"Thank you. I'm sorry, you just know I love this car, and the chemicals I'd need t-"

"Just get me to a bathroom." I can hear the desperation in her voice. Oh boy. I give the 350 engine some gas and pass a slow-moving cement truck.

I can hear Lindsey tapping her feet on the floor. I reach over and finish the last of my crappy Flying J coffee, crush the cup in my hand, then toss it into the backseat.

"What the hell?!" Lindsey looks at me, infuriated. What did I do? Maybe she wanted a coffee too?

"What?"

"I could have gone in that cup!" That thought had never even occurred to me.

"You would have done that?"

"...I gotta go." Good grief. She wasn't even willing to do that last time. I mean, I also didn't want an open container of piss inside my nice, cleanly-upholstered car. But just the fact that she was now willing to consider that as an option... I wiped the sweat off my brow. Another blue sign: REST STOP 5 KILOMETERS. Lindsey whimpers as she sees it.

I need to distract her somehow. "I bought you some Reese's cups."

"Why in the name of God are you talking about Reese's cups right now?!"

Hmph. "If you're gonna be mean to me you don't get any." I reach into the centre console and pick them up.

"I never said that!" She reaches over and grabs the arm holding them. I yank my arm back, moving her towards me. She doesn't expect this and lets out a yelp. Lindsey immediately shoves her hand into her crotch and presses her legs together.

"Oh shit, are you ok? Did I hurt you? Did you ju-"

"No! I didn't! Shut up!" Followed up a second later by "...It was just a drop." I feel bad for the poor girl, she's practically on the verge of tears. She has to pee so bad it hurts.

Finally, we're in the home stretch. One more kilometer and we're there. I'm starting to think we're in the clear until...

"Pull over."

"But w-"

"Pull over! I'm not gonna make it!"  Lindsey is in full panic mode. I look over and the shoulder of the road is lined with bright orange road cones and various pieces of construction equipment. Oh shit, we're in a construction zone. Which means..

"I can't pull over! You have to make it!" I'm panicking now too. I floor it, and thirty seconds later I see the turnoff for the rest stop. I cut across a lane of traffic, go as fast as I can down the entrance of the rest stop and park as close as I can to the entrance. "We made it!"

Lindsey gives me a look of utter shock. I can hear what sounds like water being poured.

"I'm peeing..!" She blurts out.

Oh shit. I panic more than she does.

"Aagh! Get out! Get in there! Run! Run!"

Lindsey throws open the door and gets out, exposing a noticeable wet patch on the seat of her jeans. It doesn't look new, either. Has she been leaking?

She doesn't bother to close the door and starts moving as fast as she can towards the entrance. Pee starts flowing down Lindsey's legs as soon as she stands up. Before she's even out of the parking lot it's reached her shoes and begins to leave a trail behind her wherever she goes. Wow. She disappears behind the entrance to the bathroom and I am left to wonder. 

I step out, stretch my legs, and walk over to the vending machines. I think I'll buy some Ritz crackers. I grab my crackers and head to the trunk of the car. I go into Lindsey's bag and grab another pair of pants, some socks, a pair of purple panties and her sandals. I throw it all into a Dollar Tree bag and sit down on the hood with it, eating my Ritz.

A minute passes, then a few more. I eye the trail Lindsey left behind her, questioning why this event has made me feel more aroused than it should. Finally, after about 5 minutes, she emerges, with pants slightly wetter than when she went in. When Lindsey gets to the car I just give her a big hug and hand her the bag. She looks to be on the verge of tears.

10 minutes later she's all changed, with new pants on and with her mood somewhat improved. Her wet pants are tied up in the grocery bag in the trunk.

We get back in the car and I give her another hug. "Nobody will ever know. I promise."

"Thank you. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's okay. It's over now."

We get back on the highway yet again. I think to myself for another minute.

"...Is it weird that I found that kind of hot?" I ask.

"Yes."

"Alright, sorry."

"Don't be. We'll talk about that some other time."

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

Amber got a call from her boss frantically asking if she could come in just as she pulled into the motel parking lot. She was barista at a cafe a few miles from her apartment. She wanted to stay with Charlotte for a while, but money was seriously tight. She begrudgingly accepted the sudden request and made her way to the building.
The door swung open almost as soon as Amber had knocked on it.
“Oh, thank god!” Charlotte sighed. Amber held out the tote bag, thinking she was referring to the money.
“It’s as much as I could grab. I felt kind of weird carrying that much money.”
“I’m glad you’re okay,” she said, dropping the bag on the ground by the door and taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “I don’t know what more they’d need from me, but I’m still on edge.”
“Listen, I need to get to work, but I’ll be back soon, okay?”
“Oh. Okay.”
She hugged her and left as quickly as she came. During the long drive, she developed another dull, aching need to pee, but this time there were no bathroom stops. She changed into her work clothes in the car (white shirt, black skirt and apron) and went inside.
The amount of customers surprised her. It was usually pretty busy since it doubled as a restaurant, but not like this.
“Oh, finally!” her boss said from behind the counter. “I had to pick up the slack here. Three people called out today! You take the cafe. I’ll be in the restaurant if you need me.”
Amber took the job because she loved coffee. Working there didn’t ruin it for her, as it often does for people. When she messed up an order, she always drank the coffee that the customer didn’t accept so it didn’t go to waste. Today, it was overwhelming for her to deal with so many customers by herself, and mistakes were plenty. Since she was so busy, she didn’t realize how much coffee she was consuming until a few hours into her shift, when she bent down to pick up a fallen cup and little bit of coffee came up. She coughed and sputtered, the back of her throat stinging a bit. It was then she noticed how much she overdrank, and how much the ache in her bladder had turned into a desperate need to piss. The crowd had thinned, but there were still too many customers there for her to leave her post. She clenched her legs tightly together as she took someone’s order, speaking and smiling as best she could. She just needed to wait until the desperation passed, as it always did. It also always came back even worse, but she wasn’t thinking about that. The sensation settled into a nagging ache that sat heavily in her belly. It was far stronger than Amber wanted. In fact, it was really distracting. After another hour, she couldn’t keep her feet still. This is normal for most people when they really need to pee, but for Amber it meant things were seriously getting bad. She was so skilled and experienced at holding that she could keep from squirming even when she really wanted to, and the fact that she couldn’t control herself was a bit alarming. The situation would be pretty arousing if she wasn’t so serious about her job. She noticed her boss standing idle multiple times, and decided to ask her for a break as soon as the opportunity arose.
About a half an hour passed and the crowd had mostly left in the cafe. Amber was bloated with piss and it was almost closing time. She did her best to hide her squirming from the customers, but everyone who saw her knew exactly what was going on. The poor thing was trembling with desperation. The restroom was so alluring, but there were just enough people inside for her to not be able to leave her post.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” one woman asked her sympathetically.
“Y-Yeah, just fine,” she replied. She held her breath as she rang up her order. As soon as she was done, she rushed over to her boss and asked for a break.
“You can just take off now,” she said. “It’s all food orders. I’ll see you next week.”
“Thank you,” she said, a bit more graciously than intended, and bolted to the bathroom. She lifted her skirt and was about to sit on the toilet before she stopped. Her legs were shaking and her bladder was screaming, but she realized that if she was just going home, she could have a great hold. “Can I make it home?” she mumbled to herself, pulling the waistband of her underwear away from her bulging, distending bladder. ”I guess I’ll find out.” She smoothed her skirt out and rushed out of the cafe to her car. She thought about what she was going to do when she got home. She’d make a beeline for the shower, masturbate, then wet her work clothes. In the car, one hand was clenching her crotch with all of her strength while the other held the steering wheel. In the privacy of her car, she was very vocal about her need, moaning and groaning in response to the waves of desperation she was suffering through.
“Oh my godddd—“ she moaned, bouncing a few times before grinding into the seat. It was starting to really hurt. She loved being full, but she didn’t usually get this desperate. She would have climaxed and emptied herself by now.
Amber turned a corner and had to hit her brakes hard, making urine slosh around painfully inside her. Police lights were flashing around the long line of cars that stretched two blocks down the road.
“Oh, fuck,” she muttered. She saw traffic cones and cop cars around a car that seemed to have driven into the stoplight. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She swore, shifting her position. Suddenly, her excitement was replaced with fear that she’d wet her car seat. “God, I need to pee so bad. I should have gone at the cafe. Why didn’t I go at the cafe? I’m gonna burst. I’m just gonna explode all over my car and have to go to the hospital. It hurts so bad. Stop thinking about it!” She turned on the radio, but nothing could keep her mind off the searing agony in her abdomen. She counted the individual minutes as they went by. After 23 minutes, Amber had made significant progress through the traffic, but she was about to start crying. Her plan had changed from going straight to the bathtub to emptying her bladder enough for her kidneys to stop aching. Her entire body was drenched in sweat. She bit hard into the steering wheel, scrunching up her face and squeezing her bare pussy inside of her underwear. A tiny spurt of pee came out, wetting her palms.
“Uhnn!” she moaned, rubbing her crotch hard and shaking even more. She wanted to just wet herself right there, but she thought about what Charlotte had gone through and how much worse it must have been. If she could do it, so could Amber.
She made it out of traffic ten minutes later. At this point, she couldn’t sit right. Her kidneys were searing and her piss bulge was so huge that she had pulled the seatbelt down to her knees so it wouldn’t apply any pressure, and her skirt was hiked up so it wouldn’t squish her stomach anymore. The poor girl wasn’t even complaining anymore. She just wanted to pee.
The parking lot was rather crowded, as it usually was at that time of night, so she had to park much farther away than she wanted. She parked horribly, but didn’t even attempt to redo it. She got out and forced herself to hobble all the way to her complex, bent over and holding herself. The cramping in her kidneys was a new sensation for her and was a bit alarming, but she was already so close to home. She managed to get up the stairs (luckily she only lived on the second story) and fumbled with her keys. She jammed it into the lock and tried to turn it, but it didn’t turn. She realized she’d used the wrong key. She tried to pull it out, but it wouldn’t budge. It was stuck in there.
“Fuck!” she swore, nearly sobbing. Her legs were shaking like crazy, and her coffee-filled bladder pulsed so heavily that it felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. “Oh my god, please!” she begged as pulled hard on the key. A short but powerful squirt escaped into her underwear as she did so, forcing her to lurch forward. Her pussy tingled strongly, but she wasn’t sure if it was from arousal or something unhealthy. She spurted again, this time much more than she did before. Amber gasped and rubbed herself hard between her legs to alleviate the stinging in her urethra. It was definitely arousal.
Just as she managed to get the key unstuck, she leaked and caused major damage to her underwear. She stood there frozen for a minute as the urine streamed down her legs and splattered to the ground before her stream was stemmed by the iron grip she had on herself. Her cheeks were flushed red from embarrassment and the fact that she felt unbelievably horny. Doubled over and shaking, she waddled as fast as she could into her apartment and slammed the door behind her. The bursting girl stuck her hands in her underwear and squeezed her bare pussy, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. When she got into the bathroom, although her body vehemently demanded that she did so, she didn’t empty her screaming, overfull bladder. She started undressing.
Amber sat on the closed toilet lid, grinding and shaking to contain her liquid, as she removed her shirt and bra. Then she leapt up and practically tore her skirt and underwear off before getting in the bathtub and immediately touching herself. She massaged her clitoris as she focused on her dire need. She’d never been this desperate to pee. She ran her hand over her distended bladder, which was swelled far past capacity with hot piss that ached severely. She knew this was too much, but she didn’t want to go. If she explored this potentially harmful area just once, it wouldn’t be too bad, right?
She began massaging her swollen organ, and it made her legs tremble. Her kidneys felt like they were going to pop, but her pussy was on fire. Her forefinger went deep inside her as she began thinking about Charlotte and how unbearably desperate she was in her story; the look of pure bliss on her blushing face as she let go, tons of golden liquid cascading down her legs.
She added another finger. Charlotte must have felt similar sensations as Amber felt now. Her bladder felt like it was going break open, her belly so huge that she looked pregnant.
She spread her fingers. She felt urine begin continuously trickling out extremely slightly.

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

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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

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

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

I found myself at the side of a lake. It was rather peaceful. Suddenly, a women rose from the water, beautiful and completely naked. My cheeks turned a deep red when I realized I, too, was naked. I focused on not letting my dick get hard as she waded to shore. She had pale skin and frizzy brown hair that was matted down from the water. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. Her body was slender and gorgeous. I gazed obviously upon her budding nipples and her vagina, on which grew small tufts of brown hair. She looked at me and smiled.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I don’t have a name. Do I?”
It was then I realized I was dreaming. This woman was a product of my imagination.
“Ainsley,” she said, just as I thought it. “Did you know that you can control everything around you?”
I blinked. She giggled. “You didn’t know. But you do now. Try it. What do you want to change?”
Suddenly, I was clothed in jeans and a T-shirt.
“That’s a good start,” Ainsley said, “though a tad unfair. Try something else. What do you really want to be happening around you?”
The sight of Ainsley’s body was seriously turning me on. I thought about how hot it would be if she needed to piss. Then, I noticed her fidgeting.
She chuckled. “You really didn’t waste much time letting your mind go to the gutter, did you?”
“What do you mean?”
“I need to pee pretty bad,” she patted her bladder. “Most people just fuck me. You want something different. Still sexual, but different.”
“I made you have to pee with my thoughts?”
She nodded. “That’s how it works.”
I focused on her growing more desperate. She lurched slightly, touching her inner thighs. “Ohh, yikes,” she said, nervously laughing. She was shifting her weight from foot to foot, but I could tell she was hiding her need. She gave me a look that told me she knew what I was thinking.
“I don’t like how you can read my mind,” I said.
“I’m not reading your mind,” she told me, stepping around, “I’m in your mind, and I just happen to know what’s going on.”
I thought about her need to pee worsening. Ainsley giggled nervously again as she grabbed herself between the legs. “O~okay, that’s a lot,” she said. She marched around, squeezing her pussy and sometimes her breasts. I enjoyed the show for quite a while, before she said:
“Okay, can I go pee now?”
“You need my permission?”
“I mean- Kind of. I don’t know. Can I?”
I filled her bladder even more. “Oohhh...” she groaned.

I found myself at the side of a lake. It was rather peaceful. Suddenly, a women rose from the water, beautiful and completely naked. My cheeks turned a deep red when I realized I, too, was naked. I focused on not letting my dick get hard as she waded to shore. She had pale skin and frizzy brown hair that was matted down from the water. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. Her body was slender and gorgeous. I gazed obviously upon her budding nipples and her vagina, on which grew small tufts of brown hair. She looked at me and smiled.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I don’t have a name. Do I?”
It was then I realized I was dreaming. This woman was a product of my imagination.
“Ainsley,” she said, just as I thought it. “Did you know that you can control everything around you?”
I blinked. She giggled. “You didn’t know. But you do now. Try it. What do you want to change?”
Suddenly, I was clothed in jeans and a T-shirt.
“That’s a good start,” Ainsley said, “though a tad unfair. Try something else. What do you really want to be happening around you?”
The sight of Ainsley’s body was seriously turning me on. I thought about how hot it would be if she needed to piss. Then, I noticed her fidgeting.
She chuckled. “You really didn’t waste much time letting your mind go to the gutter, did you?”
“What do you mean?”
“I need to pee pretty bad,” she patted her bladder. “Most people just fuck me. You want something different. Still sexual, but different.”
“I made you have to pee with my thoughts?”
She nodded. “That’s how it works.”
I focused on her growing more desperate. She lurched slightly, touching her inner thighs. “Ohh, yikes,” she said, nervously laughing. She was shifting her weight from foot to foot, but I could tell she was hiding her need. She gave me a look that told me she knew what I was thinking.
“I don’t like how you can read my mind,” I said.
“I’m not reading your mind,” she told me, stepping around, “I’m in your mind, and I just happen to know what’s going on.”
I thought about her need to pee worsening. Ainsley giggled nervously again as she grabbed herself between the legs. “O~okay, that’s a lot,” she said. She marched around, squeezing her pussy and sometimes her breasts. I enjoyed the show for quite a while, before she said:
“Okay, can I go pee now?”
“You need my permission?”
“I mean- Kind of. I don’t know. Can I?”
I filled her bladder even more. “Oohhh...” she groaned.

I found myself at the side of a lake. It was rather peaceful. Suddenly, a women rose from the water, beautiful and completely naked. My cheeks turned a deep red when I realized I, too, was naked. I focused on not letting my dick get hard as she waded to shore. She had pale skin and frizzy brown hair that was matted down from the water. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. Her body was slender and gorgeous. I gazed obviously upon her budding nipples and her vagina, on which grew small tufts of brown hair. She looked at me and smiled.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I don’t have a name. Do I?”
It was then I realized I was dreaming. This woman was a product of my imagination.
“Ainsley,” she said, just as I thought it. “Did you know that you can control everything around you?”
I blinked. She giggled. “You didn’t know. But you do now. Try it. What do you want to change?”
Suddenly, I was clothed in jeans and a T-shirt.
“That’s a good start,” Ainsley said, “though a tad unfair. Try something else. What do you really want to be happening around you?”
The sight of Ainsley’s body was seriously turning me on. I thought about how hot it would be if she needed to piss. Then, I noticed her fidgeting.
She chuckled. “You really didn’t waste much time letting your mind go to the gutter, did you?”
“What do you mean?”
“I need to pee pretty bad,” she patted her bladder. “Most people just fuck me. You want something different. Still sexual, but different.”
“I made you have to pee with my thoughts?”
She nodded. “That’s how it works.”
I focused on her growing more desperate. She lurched slightly, touching her inner thighs. “Ohh, yikes,” she said, nervously laughing. She was shifting her weight from foot to foot, but I could tell she was hiding her need. She gave me a look that told me she knew what I was thinking.
“I don’t like how you can read my mind,” I said.
“I’m not reading your mind,” she told me, stepping around, “I’m in your mind, and I just happen to know what’s going on.”
I thought about her need to pee worsening. Ainsley giggled nervously again as she grabbed herself between the legs. “O~okay, that’s a lot,” she said. She marched around, squeezing her pussy and sometimes her breasts. I enjoyed the show for quite a while, before she said:
“Okay, can I go pee now?”
“You need my permission?”
“I mean- Kind of. I don’t know. Can I?”
I filled her bladder even more. “Oohhh...” she groaned.

Amber got a call from her boss frantically asking if she could come in just as she pulled into the motel parking lot. She was barista at a cafe a few miles from her apartment. She wanted to stay with Charlotte for a while, but money was seriously tight. She begrudgingly accepted the sudden request and made her way to the building.
The door swung open almost as soon as Amber had knocked on it.
“Oh, thank god!” Charlotte sighed. Amber held out the tote bag, thinking she was referring to the money.
“It’s as much as I could grab. I felt kind of weird carrying that much money.”
“I’m glad you’re okay,” she said, dropping the bag on the ground by the door and taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “I don’t know what more they’d need from me, but I’m still on edge.”
“Listen, I need to get to work, but I’ll be back soon, okay?”
“Oh. Okay.”
She hugged her and left as quickly as she came. During the long drive, she developed another dull, aching need to pee, but this time there were no bathroom stops. She changed into her work clothes in the car (white shirt, black skirt and apron) and went inside.
The amount of customers surprised her. It was usually pretty busy since it doubled as a restaurant, but not like this.
“Oh, finally!” her boss said from behind the counter. “I had to pick up the slack here. Three people called out today! You take the cafe. I’ll be in the restaurant if you need me.”
Amber took the job because she loved coffee. Working there didn’t ruin it for her, as it often does for people. When she messed up an order, she always drank the coffee that the customer didn’t accept so it didn’t go to waste. Today, it was overwhelming for her to deal with so many customers by herself, and mistakes were plenty. Since she was so busy, she didn’t realize how much coffee she was consuming until a few hours into her shift, when she bent down to pick up a fallen cup and little bit of coffee came up. She coughed and sputtered, the back of her throat stinging a bit. It was then she noticed how much she overdrank, and how much the ache in her bladder had turned into a desperate need to piss. The crowd had thinned, but there were still too many customers there for her to leave her post. She clenched her legs tightly together as she took someone’s order, speaking and smiling as best she could. She just needed to wait until the desperation passed, as it always did. It also always came back even worse, but she wasn’t thinking about that. The sensation settled into a nagging ache that sat heavily in her belly. It was far stronger than Amber wanted. In fact, it was really distracting. After another hour, she couldn’t keep her feet still. This is normal for most people when they really need to pee, but for Amber it meant things were seriously getting bad. She was so skilled and experienced at holding that she could keep from squirming even when she really wanted to, and the fact that she couldn’t control herself was a bit alarming. The situation would be pretty arousing if she wasn’t so serious about her job. She noticed her boss standing idle multiple times, and decided to ask her for a break as soon as the opportunity arose.
About a half an hour passed and the crowd had mostly left in the cafe. Amber was bloated with piss and it was almost closing time. She did her best to hide her squirming from the customers, but everyone who saw her knew exactly what was going on. The poor thing was trembling with desperation. The restroom was so alluring, but there were just enough people inside for her to not be able to leave her post.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” one woman asked her sympathetically.
“Y-Yeah, just fine,” she replied. She held her breath as she rang up her order. As soon as she was done, she rushed over to her boss and asked for a break.
“You can just take off now,” she said. “It’s all food orders. I’ll see you next week.”
“Thank you,” she said, a bit more graciously than intended, and bolted to the bathroom. She lifted her skirt and was about to sit on the toilet before she stopped. Her legs were shaking and her bladder was screaming, but she realized that if she was just going home, she could have a great hold. “Can I make it home?” she mumbled to herself, pulling the waistband of her underwear away from her bulging, distending bladder. ”I guess I’ll find out.” She smoothed her skirt out and rushed out of the cafe to her car. She thought about what she was going to do when she got home. She’d make a beeline for the shower, masturbate, then wet her work clothes. In the car, one hand was clenching her crotch with all of her strength while the other held the steering wheel. In the privacy of her car, she was very vocal about her need, moaning and groaning in response to the waves of desperation she was suffering through.
“Oh my godddd—“ she moaned, bouncing a few times before grinding into the seat. It was starting to really hurt. She loved being full, but she didn’t usually get this desperate. She would have climaxed and emptied herself by now.
Amber turned a corner and had to hit her brakes hard, making urine slosh around painfully inside her. Police lights were flashing around the long line of cars that stretched two blocks down the road.
“Oh, fuck,” she muttered. She saw traffic cones and cop cars around a car that seemed to have driven into the stoplight. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She swore, shifting her position. Suddenly, her excitement was replaced with fear that she’d wet her car seat. “God, I need to pee so bad. I should have gone at the cafe. Why didn’t I go at the cafe? I’m gonna burst. I’m just gonna explode all over my car and have to go to the hospital. It hurts so bad. Stop thinking about it!” She turned on the radio, but nothing could keep her mind off the searing agony in her abdomen. She counted the individual minutes as they went by. After 23 minutes, Amber had made significant progress through the traffic, but she was about to start crying. Her plan had changed from going straight to the bathtub to emptying her bladder enough for her kidneys to stop aching. Her entire body was drenched in sweat. She bit hard into the steering wheel, scrunching up her face and squeezing her bare pussy inside of her underwear. A tiny spurt of pee came out, wetting her palms.
“Uhnn!” she moaned, rubbing her crotch hard and shaking even more. She wanted to just wet herself right there, but she thought about what Charlotte had gone through and how much worse it must have been. If she could do it, so could Amber.
She made it out of traffic ten minutes later. At this point, she couldn’t sit right. Her kidneys were searing and her piss bulge was so huge that she had pulled the seatbelt down to her knees so it wouldn’t apply any pressure, and her skirt was hiked up so it wouldn’t squish her stomach anymore. The poor girl wasn’t even complaining anymore. She just wanted to pee.
The parking lot was rather crowded, as it usually was at that time of night, so she had to park much farther away than she wanted. She parked horribly, but didn’t even attempt to redo it. She got out and forced herself to hobble all the way to her complex, bent over and holding herself. The cramping in her kidneys was a new sensation for her and was a bit alarming, but she was already so close to home. She managed to get up the stairs (luckily she only lived on the second story) and fumbled with her keys. She jammed it into the lock and tried to turn it, but it didn’t turn. She realized she’d used the wrong key. She tried to pull it out, but it wouldn’t budge. It was stuck in there.
“Fuck!” she swore, nearly sobbing. Her legs were shaking like crazy, and her coffee-filled bladder pulsed so heavily that it felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. “Oh my god, please!” she begged as pulled hard on the key. A short but powerful squirt escaped into her underwear as she did so, forcing her to lurch forward. Her pussy tingled strongly, but she wasn’t sure if it was from arousal or something unhealthy. She spurted again, this time much more than she did before. Amber gasped and rubbed herself hard between her legs to alleviate the stinging in her urethra. It was definitely arousal.
Just as she managed to get the key unstuck, she leaked and caused major damage to her underwear. She stood there frozen for a minute as the urine streamed down her legs and splattered to the ground before her stream was stemmed by the iron grip she had on herself. Her cheeks were flushed red from embarrassment and the fact that she felt unbelievably horny. Doubled over and shaking, she waddled as fast as she could into her apartment and slammed the door behind her. The bursting girl stuck her hands in her underwear and squeezed her bare pussy, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. When she got into the bathroom, although her body vehemently demanded that she did so, she didn’t empty her screaming, overfull bladder. She started undressing.
Amber sat on the closed toilet lid, grinding and shaking to contain her liquid, as she removed her shirt and bra. Then she leapt up and practically tore her skirt and underwear off before getting in the bathtub and immediately touching herself. She massaged her clitoris as she focused on her dire need. She’d never been this desperate to pee. She ran her hand over her distended bladder, which was swelled far past capacity with hot piss that ached severely. She knew this was too much, but she didn’t want to go. If she explored this potentially harmful area just once, it wouldn’t be too bad, right?
She began massaging her swollen organ, and it made her legs tremble. Her kidneys felt like they were going to pop, but her pussy was on fire. Her forefinger went deep inside her as she began thinking about Charlotte and how unbearably desperate she was in her story; the look of pure bliss on her blushing face as she let go, tons of golden liquid cascading down her legs.
She added another finger. Charlotte must have felt similar sensations as Amber felt now. Her bladder felt like it was going break open, her belly so huge that she looked pregnant.
She spread her fingers. She felt urine begin continuously trickling out extremely slightly.

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

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

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

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

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

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