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    ola93 reacted to Mbgpeelover in Together in Times Of Desperation (book 2 of Sarah and Will)   
    Chapter 80:
    ‘So let’s start with income. Geez honey, I’m scrolling back but there’s not much gone in is there? By the way I poured you some juice. Hold on I’ll slide it nearer. There.’ 
     
    Bouncing subtly on Will’s knee trying not to let on how full her bladder was Sarah tried her best to concentrate as she took the glass Will slid her and had a sip. 
     
    ‘End of January.’ 
     
    Pulling his arm around Sarah to hold her, though not too tightly, Will turned for a second and looked at her.
     
    ‘It’s ok honey. You don’t need to be nervous. January? Wow. So the first thing we need to really work on is your intake, sorry income. I can definitely sort that. But before we come back to that let’s have a little look at your outtake, sorry outgoings.’
     
    Scrolling back to the most recent page Will looked in wonder. 
     
    ‘The amount to come out is huge honey. This could take a while but this bit is what really matters, it’s what’s causing the most stress and pressure. So we work on this and thankfully nothing more is coming out tonight, so I have time to work on, and even enjoy, getting this dealt with. You’ll need to work with me now, let me know what I can do to help with each step, each payment, because it’s all those little things that can help ease the pressure, even just in small ways. How does that sound my love?’
     
    Sarah wriggled again on Will’s knee trying to work out if he was only talking about her bank account or if his words had a double meaning of any sort. Yes she did really have a lot of outgoings on her account but didn’t everyone have bills? Or was Will also aware of the now constant pressure in her body which also needed urgent attention? 
     
    ‘There’s no point in doing this halfheartedly sweetheart.’ 
     
    Bouncing her feet on the dining room floor and wriggling again Sarah had to ask.
     
    ‘Will, Will it take long? I was wondering if..’
     
    With both arms cuddling Sarah from behind as she sat wriggling on his knee Will knew exactly why Sarah needed to know the answer to that. The problem was he was in no hurry at all, partly because he loved the thought of truly helping Sarah and supporting her business to get back on its feet, and party, actually mostly, because knowing she was clearly desperate to pee and sitting on his knee in just her cotton pyjamas was one of the biggest turn ons he could ever image. As his beautiful sexy bride-to-be jiggled on his knee once again he couldn’t help but think lustful thoughts regardless how badly he wanted to sort out her bank account. He answered as honestly as he knew how. 
     
    ‘It’s taken time getting to this point Sarah but I don’t think you have time to wait. Tomorrow will be here before you know it and it will be even more urgent then from what I can see. There’s an awful lot to come out then. Let’s see what we can do before then ok?’ 
     
    Sarah fidgeted more on Will’s knee as she looked at the very bottom of the computer screen. 
     
    11:36pm. 
     
    Will was right. The closer to midnight though the stronger the pressure would get. 
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    ola93 reacted to Mbgpeelover in Together in Times Of Desperation (book 2 of Sarah and Will)   
    Chapter 79:
    Sitting back down Will took a gulp of juice then reached out for Sarah’s hand again. 
     
    ‘As I said there are a few things you can do. Firstly we can get all these bank charges refunded. I am so angry that they have charged you for going over on your overdraft by just 10p. See here? Money went in the next day but they charged you £60 here. There’s a letter I have seen that you can send. If they refund just the charges on this quarterly statement that almost £200!  It won’t solve everything but it’s a start. So have you explained to the health board about what happened? And the police? Surely someone could help?’
     
    ‘Yes. Hannah has been amazing. She’s been dealing with someone at the finance department in the health board. That’s why they continued to refer to me still despite the investigation. They have already written to confirm they overpaid me and acknowledging receipt of me paying it back so hopefully it should be a case of honouring my invoices from now on. The police have been more complicated, but again Hannah has done a great job and they finally agreed that the outstanding hours owed could be added to next months invoice. So, if I last until then, in about 3 months time things should finally settle again. It’s just getting to that point I can’t see right now. Will..I’m sorry you are having to see all this...’ 
     
    ‘Sarah don’t be silly. I love graphs and charts and numbers. This isn’t bothering me at all. But if it’s bothering you? You seem restless?’ 
     
    ‘I...oh it’s not you looking at the business bank statement Will...it’s just I...’
     
    Will put his arm around Sarah and kissed her. Slowly pulling away he ran his fingers through her silky hair and decided this was all getting sorted before bed. He couldn’t bare to see his fiancée so burdened and stressed any longer. He couldn’t magically make her mum better but he could help her finances and he was determined he would.
     
    ‘Sarah do you have online personal banking?’
     
    ‘Yes of course. Can I just...’ 
     
    Sarah hated that she needed the toilet so badly at such an awkward time. Having uncrossed her knees while they kissed she was now having to bounce her legs and swing them to stay in control. 
     
    ‘Are you ok for me to see your account? I just hate that you have had all this stress. I think I can sort this. Do you trust me honey?’
     
    It wasn’t that Sarah didn’t trust Will, not in any way at all, but she just wasn’t sure if she could trust her tired and full bladder to hold off until Will finished. If only she could just leave him for a few minutes...
     
    ‘I assume it’s Barclay’s too? If so that’s even better.’
     
    ‘What do you mean even better? And yes my personal account is with the same bank.’ 
     
    Will slid the laptop towards Sarah a bit more as the screen displayed the all too familiar log in page. Sarah typed in her email, log in and password all while Will continued talking. Scissoring her legs and rubbing her pyjama clad thighs she waited as the site opened her account and listened to Will simultaneously.
     
    ‘There’s a number of reasons really. Firstly you can make one claim for all your bank charges, assuming there’s some on your personal account too? Secondly they won’t want you to leave since you have two accounts. So that gives you more leverage in negotiations ,and thirdly, it’s who I bank with so makes it easier for me to navigate the site. Oh gosh Sarah, no wonder you had no petrol today! I had no idea!’ 
     
    Embarrassed both by the state of her bank account and how much she had to pee Sarah flushed. Will had now turned his laptop back facing him and though she knew already the situation was bleak she leaned over to look at the details on the screen anyway. 
     
    Keen to make Sarah feel included, and to reinforce to her that any financial struggles didn’t lessen his feelings towards her in any way, and of course to enable her to see the screen better, Will gently pulled Sarah up from her seat, over beside him and sat her gently on his knee, her legs resting either side of his left knee and his upper thigh against the inside top of Sarah’s legs. 
     
    ‘Right sweetheart. Let’s get this sorted for you.’ 
     
    Sarah bit her lip. With the large direct debit to her mum’s nursing home about to bounce tomorrow, accruing more charges, and more debits due the day after too, she needed Will more than ever. But she really really needed a wee too. Pressing her crotch against Will’s thigh she wondered how long she could  endure the tension of waiting, not just for Will to sort her account but for an opportune moment to run to the bathroom. 
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    ola93 reacted to Ranpalan in My Bad Writing   
    (cw: sexual stuff)
    The summoning had actually worked.
    I was standing in my kitchen and across from me, leaning against the counter, was a redhead, twenty or so years old, her hair in a short ponytail.  She wore a tank top and shorts, both black with red stitches, and was looking at me mischievously, drumming her fingers on the wood behind her.  Between us were the remains of the circle: wind-swept lines of chalk that I had spent the last hour etching carefully.
    "Should I turn around to give you a better view?" she asked after a few seconds of awkward silence—seconds I had, admittedly, spent looking her over.
    "Sorry," I said, "Uhh, I..."
    She took a step towards me and put her hands on my sides, giving them a gentle squeeze and looking up at me, her face inches from mine.  Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around her, and suddenly what I think she had meant as a gentle kiss turned into a firm, long hug.
    "Are..." she said, "Are you okay?"
    This was 2020, by the way.  Nobody I knew was okay, though we tried to pretend.  It was three months into the lockdown that I'd started looking for a supernatural solution, and now, a few months later, I had actually made one work.  Never mind sex, I'd give my soul for a hug.  I explained, poorly.
    "Jeez, man," she said when I was done, and hugged me a little tighter, "I'm sorry.  I've not been down in a while...  Let's try again."
    She leaned back a little so that she was looking up at me, hands moving back to my waist.  I kept mine around her, playing her hair.
    "Hi," she said, "I'm Alice, and I'm here to satisfy your desires.  I can't read your mind, though, so you'll have to tell me, but I'm going to do my best to make sure you have an unforgettable evening.  Now.  What should I call you, and did you have any plans for us"
    "Hey," I said.  She squeezed my side encouragingly, still looking up.  Her smile was contagious: I found myself smiling back, egged on my her enthusiasm.  "I'm Ran, and I was hoping we'd—you'd—drink something, and...  Uh..."
    To be honest, I hadn't actually made much of a plan.  I had beer in my fridge, and there was plenty of water of course, but I had no idea how her body worked.  Would she even need to pee, or would it just disappear into a heavenly void?
    "Look, uh—if I were to give you a whole lot to drink—just juice, for example—what would happen?"
    Alice had been looking at me the whole time as I waited.  Her lips twitched in amusement when I asked my question.  Pulling me a little closer, she stood on tip toe and whispered into my ear.
    "What would you like to happen?"
    "I—I want you to need to pee," I admitted, "I want you to be absolutely bursting but to put it off for some reason.  And then when you finally do decide to go, I want you to not make it.  I mean, I want you to wet yourself, because you put it off too long and can't hold it..."
    Between the way she held me close and the images going through my head, I was getting hard, and I was sure she could tell.
    She kissed me then, a chaste kiss on my cheek, and at the same time let my crotch rub against her waist.  I noticed her clothes had changed while I wasn't paying attention: now both tank top and shorts were crimson, with black stitches.
    "Let's watch a movie," she suggested, "Get me a drink to go with it, and... actually, I think I'd like a glass of water now, too."
    I gave her a glass—a tall one that I'd bought thinking of how hot it would be to see a girl chug it all at once.  The reality was almost as hot as my imagination had been: she filled it up and then drank it down with a vigour, taking gulp after gulp.  I could see her bare belly extending slightly as the liquid filled her up.
    Alice was about to fill it up again, but I got the beer out instead.
    "Trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?" she asked as we walked over to the living room, still embracing, and I'm sure she'd have teased me further if my flat screen TV hadn't caught her quite of guard.
    "You guys have gotten a hell of a way since the fifties..." she mumbled as I scrolled through Netflix for something suitable.  She was sipping her beer as she looked on, until I finally settled on some old Batman movie.
    We sat back on the sofa, half-hugging and sipping our beers once in a while.  I thought of making a drinking game out of it, but it didn't seem fitting: instead, we slowly went through our drinks and cuddled up closer as time wore on.  I finished mine and set the can aside; she finished hers and grabbed another, and then another.
    I put my free hand on her stomach at some point, stroking her absent-mindedly.  She rewarded me with a kiss on my cheek, and then another—and then, when she took my hand and put it up on her breast, I realised that maybe I was focusing a little too much on the movie and that she was trying to tell me something.
    She was shifting around a little—now that I noticed it, I could hardly believe I'd missed it, since her hip was rubbing up against mine quite actively.  She gave me another kiss, this time on my lips, and I kissed her back, squeezing her breast gently as I pulled her close.
    "You're cute," she said, giggling, "I bet if I hadn't done that you'd have watched the movie and missed all the fun."
    "You're... you're drunk?"
    "I'm only tipsy!  And besides, I'm a lightweight."
    "Anyway, even if I had kept watching, we could have had fun after the movie!"
    Alice grinned again then and climbed onto my lap.  Perched on it, with one leg on either side of me, she kissed me again and then leaned in closer and whispered, "I don't think I can wait until after the movie..."
    "You mean..." I began, but she kissed me again and pressed closer against me, straddling me.  I used the chance to reach under her tank top and undo her bra strap, and she gave me another kiss for that.
    "You're naughtier than you look," she said, "Hang on, this beer is in the way."
    She'd just taken the third can and I could have sworn it was mostly full, but that didn't seem to dissuade her: though not going quite as fast as with the water, she still drank for several seconds and must have finished half the can before pausing for breath.
    "If you give me another beer I'll take that to mean you want me drunk," she said with a grin.  She shifted a little, and this time I'm sure that was partly just to rub up against me; not that I minded.  Holding on to my shoulder with one hand, she finished the can, still shifting as she drank.
    "Oh boy, that was more than I thought," she said as she set the can down.  She pulled of her tank top and her bra, discarding them onto the floor, and then leaned in for another kiss, messier than our last one.  She gripped me tight by the shoulders, and I had my arms around her, pulling her closer against me.
    She was the one to break off the kiss.  Shifting around in my embrace, she took my hand and guided it to her breast again, putting my thumb on her nipple.  As I started playing with it she pressed herself a little closer to me again, now grinding up against me for another reason than her need to go.
    "Fuck, that beer went right through me," she said with another giggle, and then kissed my neck, "I should—ahh—probably go soon, but—mmmh—I don't want you to stop yet..."
    I took her other breast in my hand as well and pulled her closer, into another kiss, this one much longer, punctuated by her gasps and moans.  She was shifting around more now, and when I slipped a finger down to her abdomen I felt a fullness, a firm bulge just under her waist.
    Alice squeezed her legs tight when I pressed on it gently and hugged me tight as well, breaking off the kiss and begging inarticulately for me to stop.  At once, I did, and she pouted at me.
    "I told you, I need to pee," she said, "Look what you made me do..."
    She turned around, sitting on my lap with her back against my chest, with her legs on either side of mine and my arms wrapped around her.  She undid the button on her shorts and guided my hand in, pressing my fingers up against a wet spot on her underwear.  With my other hand I grabbed her breast again, playing with her nipple a little less gently now.
    "That—ohh—that's not all arousal anymore," she said, "I should—you should—mmh..."
    I rubbed in a circle around the place she had shown me, feeling the wetness, and trying to find the most sensitive spot from the way she writhed and moaned.  Her legs were trembling now, and with one hand she was trying to grab her crotch, though my hand was in the way, and when I pressed on her bladder gently with my palm she spurted more pee.
    "Fuck..." she mumbled between moans, "I can't hold it—mmh—much longer... Please...  Oh fuck that's that's good..."
    I slipped my hand into her underwear, lightly pressing on her bladder as I did so and feeling my lap go warm from her leaks.  After feeling around for a bit I found what I was looking for, and I stuck my middle finger inside her, running it in and out.
    She moaned loudly, gave me another kiss, and then forced my hand out.  Pushing herself up, she leaned and kissed me again.
    "I'm sorry, I really can't hold it," she said, holding herself tightly with one hand.  I could see a wet spot even on her shorts now, a darker red.  "I'll be right back, okay?"
    She bounced in place as she waited for me to respond, and I was tempted simply to let the silence hang, but it didn't seem right.
    "One more kiss," I said, and she leaned in again, taking my face in both hands and giving me a long kiss on my lips.
    "Fuck fuck fuck!"
    She pulled away, cursing, and stood up.  The wet spot had grown and was glistening now, and again she grabbed herself, now with two hands.  She stood still, trying to regain her composure enough to move, still trying to find the strength to make it to the toilet.
    It was not to be.  As soon as she straightened out to take a step the dam burst: the wet spot bloomed and with a clatter she was wetting herself completely, rivulets of pee running down her legs and onto the carpet.  I stared, transfixed, as she emptied her bladder, visibly deflating.  Her face was a mix of horror at what was going on and relief at finally being able to pee, both mixed with the arousal that had been there before.
    Only when she was completely empty did her face go back to the grin it had been back when I summoned her.
    "I hope you liked that," she remarked, and then she was no more.
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    ola93 reacted to Ranpalan in My Bad Writing   
    As you may have noticed, I don't post stories very often.  This is because I only write when inspiration strikes me: when I can't not write, when the story comes of its own accord and nags me like a sixth cup of tea, until I get out of bed, stumble to this site, and just let it go.  People say (and I like to believe) that such stories are nice to read.  Unfortunately, inspiration is a fickle beast and most stories... they're not like that.  Most stories, I sit down with an idea, write a paragraph, write another paragraph—after erasing the previous—and so on, until at some point I only erase, and then there's nothing left.  Recently I had a great idea for a story (an AU fanfiction on Friendship is Optimal, which is not my bad writing and which you definitely should read) I could not erase, of course, but then what you'd get would be a jumble of words, not nice to read at all.  Practice makes perfect, they say, and so here this jumble of words is.  (Actually, it isn't yet; I wrote this introduction before I even came up with an idea.)  Creative criticism is, of course, always welcome.
    ***
    I sometimes feel bad for the things I do.  Heck, I almost always feel bad in hindsight.  "You agreed to just be friends," I think, "And you could have been great friends but now you are stuck with a secret you are never, ever going to be able to tell her about."
    Hannah and I met on Tinder.  We were both on it because we had too much time on our hands and wouldn't mind to spend some time in human company for a change—not, and I want to be very clear about this, because we wanted quick sex.  We didn't want quick sex, we both mentioned Stephen King in our description, and we spent the first half hour of our match talking about how we both hated the new It movie.  With many a joke about serial killers, we agreed to go on a boat trip; her parents had a skiff, and I knew what to do with one.
    In the meantime, we kept talking and I got the feeling that Hannah... Well, let's just say she didn't mind a drink.  This was the middle of summer, and every day seemed to find her on the beach, texting me about horror novels and how good life was, especially when life meant a plate of fish 'n' chips and a cold beer for lunch.  In all honesty, you could tell about her indulgences by her figure, but I didn't mind.  She wasn't a drunkard by any means, by the way; she just knew how to spend her youth well.
    Needless to say, she was overjoyed when I promised that the beer was on me, and I was overjoyed when she promised she wouldn't let it get warm.
    We met at her parents' place (which was a little awkward), and set off into the water.  I could tell her mother's pointed remarks had bothered Hannah a lot more than they had bothered me, and after a joke or two, the somewhat subdued beginning turned out to have carved through the ice entirely.  We were talking about King, about Lovecraft, about the series we both watched and the series we felt the other absolutely had to watch.  It sounds like a great date when I put it this way, but there really wasn't anything like that going on: we were just enjoying the chance to talk about our interests, and feel the water on our skin and the wind through our hair, and (in my case) the idea that this girl I was with had not been kidding about liking a beer or two.
    I think it was her initial nervousness that really helped, as well as the fact that I had gotten white beer.  I wasn't planning to get her drunk, after all, and she wasn't worried about drinking too much of something that was only 3% alcohol or so.  I even felt fine drinking a bottle myself, despite having to steer the boat.
    "Well, I'll let you have one," she said teasingly when I said I'd be fine, "But no more than that, I need some myself, you know!"
    "Five bottles, just for you?" I retorted, "You're not even done with your second!"
    She quickly took the last few gulps and popped another one open.  I concentrated on the boat for a bit: the beach had changed into a cliff face now, and I wanted to steer clear of any underwater rocks.  I'd plotted the course, of course: no places to land for quite a while, and all in the opposite direction of where we were heading.
    "The only problem," she continued after taking several long drinks from her beer, "Is that I'm either going to have to drink this all quickly and be without beer half the trip, or drink it slowly and drink half of it warm."
    "Some friends of mine would tie a rope to the crate and then drop it in the water for a while, to cool off," I said, "If I'd known you could handle a crate by yourself, I'd have taken one and we'd do that."
    "A crate is a bit much," she laughed, "Especially if I can't go to the loo until it's finished."
    Well, that got my attention.
    "You can go in the water," I said, hoping she couldn't.
    "Only if I get so drunk that I'm okay with pissing off the side of the boat while you watch," she replied, "Last time I tried climbing into this boat from the water, I turned it over, and I've not lost any weight since then."
    My heart was soaring at crotch level, but the sails were giving me a good excuse not to turn towards her.  I tried to joke, to see if she would say more.
    "If you got that drunk, you'd end up falling into the water anyway."
    "You've got a point there, but don't worry, you didn't take enough beer for that."
    "I'm sure your self-respect and bladder will thank me."
    "My self-respect and I aren't on speaking terms, and my bladder wants to say that it considers anything more than two beers excessive," she said, finishing her third and taking the fourth out.
    "Oh dear," I smiled, "Well tell it I'm sorry, but that taking another is your choice."
    Our conversation turned to other things, and I was starting to suspect she may have been joking about her bladder.  She certainly wasn't drinking any slower because of it, and soon enough she was holding the last beer, turning it in her hands.  Suddenly, she leaned overboard and submerged the beer into the water.  The skiff slanted somewhat, but remained upright.
    "Too warm," she explained, "But ooh, this is not making it easier to hold it..."
    As she half-hung over the edge, I could see her bum wiggling from side to side.
    "Why bother cooling it down if you're not going to drink it now anyway?" I asked, genuinely curious.
    "Who says I'm not?"
    "Your bladder, I would guess."
    "Hah, my bladder said I wasn't going to have my fourth, and I did, and I'll have this one in a minute too.  Oooh!"
    She pulled it out as she said that, legs clenched close together and bouncing just a little.
    "Thing is, I know I can hold it," she explained, "Sorry, probably TMI, but I always do.  At some point it gets a bit annoying—like now—but if you always give in, you can't have any fun.  You don't know how many beach parties there are with no bathrooms, I'd miss half the fun if I kept running home whenever I had to go."
    "Wait, but... the bushes?"
    "I don't go in the bushes.  I can hold it home.  Speaking of which..." she looked at the beer and bit her lip, "Could we head back?  My bladder was right about the fourth one."
    I had quite a few plans for the moment she asked about that.  Suggesting a route that went past a landmark.  Pretending to not be able to get the sails under control.  Turning the sail to get less wind.
    Executing any of them didn't even cross my mind.  We'd been going downwind, so having turned around we were already moving considerably slower, but that wasn't even it: we had been sailing for an hour and a half now.  We could not get back any faster than that, no matter how I tried.  I couldn't imagine Hannah making it on time, but even if she did, that was at least an hour and a half of desperation for me to watch.
    "Are you sure you'll be okay?" I asked, "It'll take a while..."
    "Yeah," she replied, looking intently at some point in the opposite direction of me.  I'm not sure if she really thought I couldn't see that her hand was between her legs, or if she just wanted both of us to pretend as much.
    She lasted another five minutes before she started pacing, as much as that was possible on the two or so square metres of boat we had between us.  She was still sipping her fifth beer, probably more out of defiance than anything.
    "It's all your fault," she said, without malice, but with a tinge of fear, "For not bringing enough beer.  One time, I went on a boat ride just like this, with a friend, and she had the good sense to bring plenty of beer, and a bottle of vodka, and when I had to pee I just pulled my pants down and had her hold my arms and then I could just pee over the side.  And I didn't even fall in, but that was more on her than on me.  And that memory is not making this any better!"
    She was frantic now.  She finished her beer in one last chug, as if hoping it would give her the courage to do what had to be done, but the alcohol was evidently all busy lowering her ADH, with none left to give her that much-needed bit of courage.  She bent over forwards, both hands in her crotch.
    (It is, by the way, a mystery how we managed to not run into anything while all this was going on.  My eyes were all on her, and we could have run right into the cliff-face before I'd have noticed.
    "Fuuck!" she said, and I could tell she had leaked.  "Get us to the shore, please.  I'm going to piss myself.  Oh shit, I'm going to piss myself."
    I had barely started turning when it happened.  She cursed, bent through her knees, squeezed herself as tightly as she could, and then I heard the spattering of water on the deck.  She was completely losing control, pee bursting from between her fingers, and her curses were replaced by a deep sigh of relief.  She was sitting on her knees now, pee still pouring out of her.  The girl had quite the capacity, I couldn't help but think.
    We joked about it on the way back to her parents.  We joke about it occasionally, still.  We're still friends.  Later she told me she was always a little irresponsible with her bladder, and even that she knew she should have asked me not to bring the beer, but I had just seemed so eager...
    Yeah, I had been eager.  And to this day, I don't dare tell her why.
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    ola93 reacted to Mbgpeelover in Together in Times Of Desperation (book 2 of Sarah and Will)   
    Chapter 78:
    ‘Do you mind if I watch TV while you read that?’
     
    ‘No. No. Of course. Looks like I will be here a while anyway. You get comfy and I’ll join you later.’ 
     
    Will looked at the first page and immediately knew he needed a few things to help him. He purposely opened drawers and looked under his coffee table then settled back down with his laptop, iPad, pad and pens. While Sarah watched a drama of some sort he read, reread and tried to digest and make sense of the information in front of him. It was over an hour later before he bent over the top of the couch, kissed Sarah’s hair and asked if she would pop up to the table so he could show her something. 
     
    Sarah wasn’t really watching TV but the distraction at least kept her awake and stopped her thoughts running away more than they would of in a silent room. It was getting late and she’d had a very long day and had slept the night before on the very couch she sat on now. It might be comfortable but the though of a double bed and duvet seemed so much more appealing. She was slowly drowsing when she felt Will kiss her hair and talk to her. 
     
    ‘Sorry honey. I was almost asleep. What did you say?’ 
     
    ‘Are you ok to pop up here a minute. I wanted to show you something. It won’t take long.’ 
     
    Nervous and tired Sarah got up and went to the table in the kitchen area as Will hugged her before pulling out a chair for her to sit down. 
     
    ‘So I took all the information and did this. I think this makes it much clearer. Your business has made a 70% loss on average over the last three months as this graph shows. I am assuming you have invoices outstanding because I know this isn’t due to lack of clients in any way. Is it individuals not making payments or companies? You can’t continue on like this but there are some things I can sort.’ 
     
    Standing up had made Sarah realise now she was more awake that she needed a pee again. She hadn’t been since they had stopped at hers on the way back from hospital and that had been hours ago. But Will had clearly put so much work into trying to help her and he’d been such a gentleman, even pulling a seat over for her. She wasn’t going to be rude and rush away right now. What message would that send to Will? She crossed her legs and pulled the chair nearer the table. 
     
    ‘Ah right. So it’s a little more complicated. I’ll try and explain as best I can. So around 80% of my clients are referred via the national health service. So that’s via GP’s, consultants at hospitals, social work, even child and adolescent mental health services as adults transfer over from their service to adult provision. Then there’s the prison service work, police referrals and so forth. They all come under the general umbrella of the National health service but funding comes from so many different sources. The bureaucracy, form filling, recording and invoicing is an administration nightmare. Hannah, my secretary, is usually on top form with everything but a few weeks before you first met me she had a week off sick with tonsillitis and I struggled seeing clients and keeping up with admin. She’s been trying to sort it out for me but, although still referring on to me, the health board wanted to audit all payments to me from the last 12 months because I accidentally invoiced them for two clients who were in fact from the police. Then of course Bedfordshire police underpaid me significantly as the two clients have between them had 18 sessions with me in the last three months. Add to that private clients with financial difficulties, the 90 days allowed legally by the NHS to honour any invoices and well...if you think the business account is bad you don’t want to see my personal one! My mind just hasn’t been as focussed with my mum and all this and...’
     
    Will reached out and took hold of Sarah’s hand, clasping it tightly. He hadn’t had a chance to finish what he had planned to say but now all the extra information left him with so many questions. Sensing they really needed to talk some more he let go of Sarah’s hand briefly and poured them both a cold drink, leaving Sarah looking at the excel graphs and grids on his laptop.
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    Chapter 73:
    Inside the store Sarah headed straight to the health and beauty section, scanning the aisles for the product she needed. Turning into the right aisle something caught her eye and she stared silently as her mind paused for a moment as if frozen in time. Should she get one? Even just in case? Looking at the notes in her hand as if they might hold the answer to her dilemma she reached up and pulled one item down, almost causing others to fall off the shelf because she hadn’t been looking properly. Now she held it her hands seemed suddenly clammy and sweaty and weak. She stuck the item in the pocket of Will’s hoody before she dropped it then quickly grabbed the familiar sanitary towels she’d used for years. With both items in her pockets out of sight Sarah was just about to head to the checkout when she passed the end of the card aisle. Will’s birthday! The least she could do was get him a card!
     
    Back in the car park Will squirmed as he people watched. He was amazed just how many people were not only out but shopping in a supermarket on a cold, wet, dark Thursday evening. Had they never heard of online shopping? Surely they couldn’t all be getting something in an emergency like Sarah, certainly not judging by the full trolleys and overflowing bags many had. With a hand leaning on, rubbing and squeezing his penis a more sexy thought crossed his mind too: could any of these random busy shoppers have bladders as full as his? Trying to take his mind off his urgent need he scanned for any females he might enjoy seeing crossed legged. Of course not one was a patch on his Sarah but he sure needed something to help him hold as his bladder and testicles ached with the volume of liquid needing out. 
     
    Sarah picked up a birthday card, reading the words then putting it back on the rack. It wasn’t saying what she wanted and the picture of generic sports cars wasn’t Will either. Neither was the one close by with a sports scene, nor the ones with corny age jokes. Trying to think what Will’s interests were she felt lost. He didn’t play sports, wasn’t overly into cars or bikes or computer games and even ones with pints of beer didn’t seem to work either. Moving along the men’s cards ones for uncles, dads, grandads, brothers and brother in laws were not suitable either, though seeing one for husband Sarah paused thinking at some point that one at least might be bought. Suddenly seeing a more neutral green card with a simple birthday cake on and the title ‘To my fiancée on your birthday’ Sarah felt better and picked it up including the envelope behind it. 
     
    While she was here should she look quickly for a gift? It might be Will’s money but she would repay him soon and even a small gift seemed better than nothing. Wondering where to start looking she turned into the next aisle and unintentionally found herself right where she needed to be. The seasonal aisle was full of gifts for men with just over two weeks to Father’s Day. Sarah picked up some socks but hung them back up. Too boring. A tie? Too formal. Cuff links? Did Will even wear them? A mug? Now that might work. Getting closer Sarah picked up a boxed large gift mug and the caption immediately made her think of Will. Chuckling to herself she headed once again to the checkout when she accidentally dropped the birthday card. Bending to pick it up her mind raced ahead again. Birthday cake? Now that would be perfect. Heading to the very back of the store towards the bakery Sarah couldn’t help smiling as she hoped Will was ok in the car. 
     
    What was taking Sarah so long? Will tapped his foot awkwardly and impatiently. Surely it didn’t take this long to get what she needed? Maybe she had seen someone she knew? Maybe she was sick again or fainted? What if she was in the lift and it had broken? The thought of going in and trying to find her terrified him, and even more so because of how badly he had to pee. His hand hadn’t left his crotch since Sarah had got out the car. Frantic, desperate, and unable to sit still Will tried thinking of what to do. If Sarah wasn’t back soon he was in serious danger of making a mess of his second pair of trousers that day. 
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    A new set. Enjoy!







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    Chapter 70:
    Leaving the small room Sarah found the nurses station as Will walked behind. 
     
    ‘Excuse me. I was looking for an update on Ms Barbara Henderson who came in earlier today. I am her daughter Sarah and her next of kin.’ 
     
    ‘If you give me a moment I’ll check for you.’ 
     
    Will slid his hands in his pocket anxiously, partly through nerves and partly due to needing the loo. The latter wasn’t particularly bad but it still felt reassuring and with clean slacks on after what happened earlier he didn’t want to dirty a second pair of trousers in one day. 
     
    Thankfully the nurse typed a few things onto her computer then looked up at Sarah sympathetically. 
     
    ‘Hi, your mum arrived at our accident and emergency department at 3:35 today having been referred from Wilson home for the elderly by general practitioner Dr. Cunningham. She had been vomiting for over 12 hours and was suffering from tachycardia, confusion and dehydration. After an initial assessment in accident and emergency Ms. Henderson was prescribed intravenous fluids and antibiotics. We understand from a Mr Peter Wilson who accompanied her in the ambulance that Ms Henderson has a recent diagnosis of dementia and more specifically Alzheimer’s disease. I assume you are aware of that?’ 
     
    Sarah felt her heart crumble hearing those words again. Though inside she felt broken she drew from her inner reserves of professionalism as a therapist and replied accordingly. 
     
    ‘Yes. Mum was diagnosed formally less than a month ago though she’s been struggling for many years with her memory, speech, concentration and co-ordination. I cared for her alone until almost two years ago. She can still do some things herself like eat and use the toilet though. Do you expect she will recover ok? I assume she will be here at least a few days?’
     
    ‘I would certainly expect so. The doctor will assess her again in the morning and we will know more then. Would you like me to take your details as next of kin? I have the main contact here as Peter Wilson?’ 
     
    ‘Yes please.’
     
    Sarah gave her details as Will awkwardly looked around wondering how anyone could be a nurse or doctor and work effectively with so much going on around them. He just wanted home as quickly as possible as the smell, noise and busyness overwhelmed him. He felt deeply for Barbara who would at some point, he presumed, wake in a strange place and his heart broke at how that might feel. He could only think how distressing he would find it and he wasn’t elderly or struggling with dementia. Despite still needing a pee he paused and looked back into Barbara’s room as his eyes welled up. 
     
    The next Will knew Sarah had taken his hand again and was pulling him gently out of the ward and towards the lift. She hadn’t spoken since giving the nurse her details and Will didn’t know if she wanted to talk or if she was happier not to. Was it acceptable to ask? He decided to wait until she said something first. He only needed to wait until they were getting into his car in the hospital car park. 
     
    ‘Will do you really think mum smiled when I told her about us?’ 
     
    ‘Yes. Yes I do. I think she will get better too you know.’
     
    ‘Maybe. I just don’t know to be honest. But my stomach hurts and I’m still not feeling 100 percent. I was going to go back to mine tonight but...’
     
    It hadn’t occurred to Will for a moment that Sarah might want to go back to her own house. The thought of her being alone, the thought of him being alone even, didn’t feel right, especially the night they had just committed their lives to each other. Besides tomorrow was his birthday and he wanted nothing else for a gift other that waking to Sarah beside him. 
     
    Delaying starting the car so he wasn’t distracted by driving Will reached over and took Sarah’s hand. 
     
    ‘I was kind of hoping my future wife might stay over again. Tomorrow I wake as a 29 year old for the first time and I would love to do that with you beside me. Please?’ 
     
    Sarah paused. How could she have forgotten tomorrow was Will’s birthday? It wasn’t that she didn’t like staying over at Will’s but pulling Will’s hooded top around her reminded her that it would be better if she had more of her own things with her. 
     
    ‘I haven’t got you anything for your birthday Will but I will stay over as long as you don’t mind detouring past mine so I can get some of my things. This top is lovely but it’s not really my colour is it?’
     
    Sarah had only been jesting about the colour but in true Will style his reply made her smile.
     
    ‘Grey would suit you worn with the right contrast colour. A charcoal black perhaps or a butterscotch yellow or even a sunset orange. But right now it only highlights your pasty pale complexion, I agree. Ok, via your house it is. I don’t need your postcode as it’s in my history already. See? We’ll be there in 12 minutes. I did some calculations once and my expected arrival time was would you believe 93% accurate. I thought that was impressive.’ 
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    Chapter 68:
    Will dished up dinner and filled two glasses with iced water. He was pleased to see Sarah eat well though she ate in silence. He didn’t know what to say himself so he enjoyed his own meal and water then cleaned the dishes before loading the dishwasher. It still looked odd to have two plates instead of one but it did make the tray more symmetrical which pleased him immensely. Conscious of time he washed his hands before looking round for Sarah. 
     
    ‘Any idea where my suit jacket is from earlier Will? I can’t find it.’
     
    Will walked over to the armchair by the window and handed Sarah her thin suit jacket which was now dry from its earlier adventure in the rain. With only her dress on underneath Will worried about her feeling cold. He walked to his bedroom, slid open his wardrobe and stood staring in looking for something. Pulling out a grey fleece hoody he handed it to Sarah who was stood in the hallway waiting. 
     
    ‘To keep you a bit warmer.’ 
     
    ‘Thanks’
     
    Sarah slipped her arms in the fleece, immediately feeling it’s warmth and comfort as they headed out Will’s apartment and into the cold evening drizzle  to drive to the hospital. Will still felt guilty wearing his coat when Sarah didn’t have one so he turned the car heating on as he typed in the hospital postcode. He looked at Sarah as he pulled out the car park and smiled. 
     
    ‘She’ll be ok.’ 
     
    ‘I hope so.’ 
     
    Will concentrated intently on following the commands of his all too familiar sat nav as adrenaline helped override his ever present anxiety. Twenty minutes passed in a haze as he finally and confidently pulled into car park 1 as if he came every day. Turning his engine off he heard the most beautiful and lovely voice in the whole world. 
     
    ‘Thank you Will. I am proud of you!’ 
     
    Suddenly unsure if Sarah wanted him to wait in the car or come in he undid his seatbelt but remained sitting. 
     
    ‘Would you come in with me Will? Please.’
     
    That was all Will needed as he got out, locked the car and took Sarah’s hand. The hospital was exactly like he had seen earlier on his laptop as he visualised the map and headed for the main entrance then the lift to floor 2. Arriving outside the ward at 7:15 Will pushed open the double doors not realising they were locked. Sarah looked around then pressed the buzzer entry. Eventually a voice spoke. 
     
    ‘Who are you here to visit please?’ 
     
    Sarah spoke clearly into the speaker. 
     
    ‘Barbara Henderson, thanks’
     
    The door buzzed open and Sarah and Will walked through.
    Chapter 68 (again as posted wrong) 
    Will dished up dinner and filled two glasses with iced water. He was pleased to see Sarah eat well though she ate in silence. He didn’t know what to say himself so he enjoyed his own meal and water then cleaned the dishes before loading the dishwasher. It still looked odd to have two plates instead of one but it did make the tray more symmetrical which pleased him immensely. Conscious of time he washed his hands before looking round for Sarah. 
     
    ‘Any idea where my suit jacket is from earlier Will? I can’t find it.’
     
    Will walked over to the armchair by the window and handed Sarah her thin suit jacket which was now dry from its earlier adventure in the rain. With only her dress on underneath Will worried about her feeling cold. He walked to his bedroom, slid open his wardrobe and stood staring in looking for something. Pulling out a grey fleece hoody he handed it to Sarah who was stood in the hallway waiting. 
     
    ‘To keep you a bit warmer.’ 
     
    ‘Thanks’
     
    Sarah slipped her arms in the fleece, immediately feeling it’s warmth and comfort as they headed out Will’s apartment and into the cold evening drizzle  to drive to the hospital. Will still felt guilty wearing his coat when Sarah didn’t have one so he turned the car heating on as he typed in the hospital postcode. He looked at Sarah as he pulled out the car park and smiled. 
     
    ‘She’ll be ok.’ 
     
    ‘I hope so.’ 
     
    Will concentrated intently on following the commands of his all too familiar sat nav as adrenaline helped override his ever present anxiety. Twenty minutes passed in a haze as he finally and confidently pulled into car park 1 as if he came every day. Turning his engine off he heard the most beautiful and lovely voice in the whole world. 
     
    ‘Thank you Will. I am proud of you!’ 
     
    Suddenly unsure if Sarah wanted him to wait in the car or come in he undid his seatbelt but remained sitting. 
     
    ‘Would you come in with me Will? Please.’
     
    That was all Will needed as he got out, locked the car and took Sarah’s hand. The hospital was exactly like he had seen earlier on his laptop as he visualised the map and headed for the main entrance then the lift to floor 2. Arriving outside the ward at 7:15 Will pushed open the double doors not realising they were locked. Sarah looked around then pressed the buzzer entry. Eventually a voice spoke. 
     
    ‘Who are you here to visit please?’ 
     
    Sarah spoke clearly into the speaker. 
     
    ‘Barbara Henderson, thanks’
     
    The door buzzed open and Sarah and Will walked through.
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    Chapter 7: Fit to burst.  
    A loud ring filled the office, the telephone only connecting to one other just like it. The woman’s hand waivered over it for a moment, she knew who this was.
    “Hello sir” She answered.
    “Hello, I assume you know why I am phoning.”
    “Is it about my tests sir”
    “Yes... I might have given you free reign over that school to run as you see fit, but you can not just cancel classes to fulfil your own experiments.”
    “I understand sir, but if I may, you asked me to bring this establishment back to its former glory.”
    “I did and I understand why you are performing these tests. But it is my and the boards wish that you do not compromise on the academic side. We are an educational establishment after all.”
    “Yes sir I understand.”
    “Good, so classes will resume?”
    “Yes sir, I will arrange for them to start again.”
    “Good” He finished before quickly hanging up.
    Placing her phone back on the receiver she slammed her fist into the table in frustration. A knock on the door making her look up as her assistant walked into the room.
    “What is it!”
    “Mam, we have her.”
    “The last one? I thought there were 3 left?”
    “That was true yesterday morning, since then two more have finished the trial. Both record lengths and volumes for them and any other students.”
    “Good, what about the Iron house holder who lost it early. With the new data where does she finish.”
    “Despite losing it early, she was in the top 5 for volume” The woman said sliding across a portfolio to the desk.
    “Interesting” picking up the portfolio the woman in the high back chair began browsing it. “Do you think she could hold more if given more time to acclimatise to her hold?”
    “I do mam, in fact I think the signs are she could be one of the top 3 students.”
    “Interesting” she said again.
    “Do you want me to keep monitoring them throughout the year?”
    “Yes, I think we should keep a close eye on them. They are some of the best I have ever seen.”
    “What about the remaining participant?”
    “I’ll handle her personally.”
    Standing in the kitchen the following morning Eloise found herself alone despite not getting up particularly early. The silent house barely creaking as if the structure itself was aware of the fragile heads its occupants must have. After returning with more beer the drinking had seemingly intensified, with a few drunken comments being made about Kays accident. Most of it had been cleared up by the two of them by the time they had walked through the door. But the mop and bucket, kays flat stomach and her completely drenched clothes cluing in the others instantly. Her wet clothes joining Allies and summers in a pile next to the washing machine. The previous load Julia had put in with her own pee stained clothes still going around, the chain of accidents her household had suffered backing up the machine loads. The best holders in the university succumbing to the most basic of needs slowly but surely. Now there was just one, Vanessa was the final one of them maintaining dominion on her bladder. But judging by her frantic display last night Eloise wasn’t sure how much longer even the iron bladdered athlete could manage. 
    But to her surprise it was Vanessa that woke first, and even more surprising was what she was wearing. Walking into the kitchen it was Vanessas bloated bladder that came into vision first, the hulking mass passing through the doorframe before any other part of her housemate. Its quivering form now ruthlessly confined within an extremely tight pair of leggings, the elasticated material going white in some areas as the pink pigment was being pulled apart. A similar tank top barely fit over the top of her bladder, somehow pushing up her breasts even further as the already supportive material was pushed further up by her expanded abdomen.
    “Morn…Morning” Vanessa groaned, outstretching her hand to the tap and steadying herself for a moment before filling up her water bottle.
    “Mu, Morning” Eloise stuttered, watching Vanessas legs jiggle beneath her as the rush of the water came from the tap. Her face flustered and already sweating profusely, her skin shinny and pale.
    “Are you going for a run?” Eloise asked incredulously.
    “Yep” Vanessa added, grimacing as she wrenched the tap closed. Hoping that she could just do the same with her own bladder.
    Eloise could feel her throat going dry, how could she possibly survive her run. She looked and sounded about ready to explode, although she had sounded that for over two days. Perhaps her bladder was limitless?
    “You got plans?”
    “Oh, I still need to take some photos for the society.” Eloise replied. She had been meaning to head out early this morning to get some silhouettes in the morning sunrise. But lasts night party and the now empty bottle of brandy had seen that idea off.
    “You should go up on Lindon’s Hill, just behind the shopping area. Get some good views up there.” Vanessa suggested.
    “Sure, thanks!” Eloise said. “You heading out now?”
    “Yes.”
    “Cool, well I guess I will join you. At least for the first 100 meters.” Eloise said grabbing her bag that she had under the table.
    “I…ok” Vanessa said slightly nervously.
    Leaving the house they quicky said their goodbyes as Vanessa put in her earphones and began to slowly and laboured jog up the road. Each footfall causing her to groan loudly and make Eloise wonder why she was torturing herself like this. The enormity of the task at hand, each footfall shaking her bladder visibly. She could barely think of what horrible pains and pulses were racing around Vanessa now.
    Unable to look away she watched the pregnant looking woman awkwardly jog up the hill, huffing and puffing as she went. The ordinarily athletic and sprightly woman taking her time and moving at a similar pace to Eloise who watched on with interest. Almost walking into the road to maximise her time viewing her desperate friend.
    Walking to the hill Vanessa had suggested she tried to shake the thoughts and visions of Vanessa losing control in her running gear from her mind. But it seemed that no matter how hard she tried, the last few days had completely destroyed her ability to concentrate on anything else. Even as she snapped shot after shot around the campus, she found herself trying to find a way of intercepting Vanessa to spend more time together. Her friends run usually taking about an hour and going past the coffee shop on her way home. Would she stop for one even in her current condition, if she did she wanted to be there.
    Reaching the courtyard, she began to photograph the goings on of university life while keeping an eye open for her friend. After an hour and 20 minutes she was starting to give up hope, the desperate woman clearly too smart and full to add a coffee to the litres of consumed liquid. But then, just as she was giving up home a slow-moving Vanessa rounded the corner of one of the buildings. Her hand resting on her giant bladder as she walked towards her.
    Giving a friendly wave she got a half-hearted one from Vanessa who really seemed to be suffering now. The run clearly not a good idea, although she had thought that before the heavily ladened woman took off.
    “Hey, I’m just about done. Want a coffee?” Eloise offered.
    “ooh, I…” Vanessa panted, her bladder heaving where she stood.
    “I’m buying don’t worry. I owe you after that tip about the hill, it really is lovely up there.”
    “I…sure” the darkhaired woman smiled, her lips quivering slightly as she accepted the offer of a coffee despite knowing all too well it was a bad idea.
    Trying to contain her own excitement Eloise opened the door following Vanessa in. Walking in she was for some reason expecting to see Summer behind the counter, despite the fact she knew that she wasn’t working today.
    “What do you fancy?”
    “I’ll just have an Americano”
    “Sure thing.” Eloise said cheerily as she walked up to order. “Hi can I have two Americano’s please”. She wasn’t a coffee drinker but she could feel the tiredness for last night still taking its toll so maybe this would help.
    “Sure thing, are they to go?” The yong woman behind the counter asked.
    “Yes please.”
    “What size do you want, we have an offer on at the moment where a Venti is the same price as the tall.”
    Eloise knew she should say no, she knew it was the right thing to do. But at the same time there it was, the voice in the back of her head telling her to do it. After all Vanessa could choose not to drink it all if she wanted, all she was doing was buying her friend a gift. How much of that gift she used was up to her.
    “Sure thing, can I get an extra shot in each in that case.” Eloise said, the voice winning out.
    Walking back over a few moments later she could already see the trepidation on Vanessas face as she saw the size of her coffee.
    “We were lucky, they had a promotion on.” Eloise said handing her the coffee.
    “Um…thanks” Vanessa smiled weakly as she sipped her coffee to show her appreciation.
    The walk back to the house was pretty slow, now with one hand holding her coffee Vanessa was forced to move more slowly, her laboured steps more awkward and conscious decisions. The movement that comes unconsciously to everyone past the ages of about 2 now like solving a riddle for her. Each step separating her legs and momentarily opening her defences, her muscles straining for control as she ordered them to perform the same movement over and over again as they walked slowly along.
    Approaching their house they could see two figures slowly walking towards them. It seemed like Zara and Summer had finally woken up.
    “Hey guys, we are heading out for some lunch. You two should totally join us!” Summer said enthusiastically, apparently fine despite the nights drinking. She had polished off far more bottles than Zara but it was the slim gymnast that looked to be the worse off for it. Her slightly bedraggled hair and dark rings under her eyes typical of a hangover.
    “Yeah sure that would be nice. Im sure you have worked up an appetite after your run.” Eloise said, taking charge of the situation and trying to give her a reason to spend more time with her again.
    “I….” Vanessa started.
    “Where are you going?” Eloise asked
    “Just to the dog and bone for some greasy food to fight this hangover.” Zara said groggily.
    “Sure sounds good.” Eloise answered and soon the group were moving off together, vanessa just a pace behind them as she did her best to follow at the same pace.
     
    “No outside drinks sorry.” The man behind the counter said as they walked in. Elloise and Vanessa still holding their coffee cups.
    “Sorry” Eloise said, finishing off hers and holding out a hand for Vanessas. Expecting her to hand it over so they could put them in the bin. But it seemed Vanessa still had some reserves of confidence as she drained the last few mouthfuls and then handed Eloise an empty cup.
    Chucking them in the nearby bin the found themselves a large table, Vanessa groaning loudly as she sat. A number of the other patrons looking at her as she did so, her restrictive running clothes now cutting even deeper into her flesh and applying more pressure as she bent over in her seat. The absolutely massive bulge pressing into the table from the unmoving benches present in the booth they had chosen. Her bladder now so large the ordinarily thin woman barely fit into the pubs seating.
    “I’ll order if everyone knows what they want?”
    “Cooked breakfast, large.” Zara said, gently resting the cold glass vinegar bottle against her temple.
    “Same” Eloise added, she wasn’t too hungry but she had always loved it when her dad had made them back home.
    “Sounds good” Vanessa said breathlessly, her nostrils flaring as she breathed heavily even when sat down.
    “That makes it easier, any drinks?” Summer asked, standing up and taking a note of the table number. Eloise shook her head, the tea it came with more than enough for her, while the others opted for a large orange juice each.
    Remarkably quickly the table was covered in the three meat and one vegan breakfasts. The large plates surrounded by four large pots of tea and 3 orange juices. Vanessas face a picture of concern as the tea was unloaded, apparently, she had forgotten about them when she had placed the order for another drink and was regretting it.
    Due to the night of drinking it seemed Summer and Zara really had just come out to eat. Neither of them wasting a second before digging into their mountains of food. Conversation put on hold as everyone ate at surprising speed. Except for Vanessa who had started out using both hands but had to quickly abandon that plan. Instead her left hand was pressing deeply into her crotch while she used her fork in her right. Turning it on its side to cut through her food instead of using the knife and releasing her grip on her crotch. Soft moans constantly escaping her mouth as she sat there, writhing with desperation. The pot of hot tea and pint of orange juice looking like they were going down as nails. The liquid flowing into her already at capacity body with a grimace and flinch with each mouthful. 
     Soon the plates were empty once again, the remnants of beans and tomato sauce mopped up with the slices of toast as they all sat back satisfied. It seemed that even for a moment Vanessa had forgotten her need slightly, leaning back but yelping as she accidently pushed her bladder upwards and into one of the sharp edges of the table struts. Both hands instantly flying between her legs as new external pain joined in with the bolts of it shooting through her insides.
    Knowing looks passed between the others as they all knew what she was feeling, many of them having gone through the same thing this week. Although none had lasted this long or looked anywhere as full, only Lucy had such a round bulge as Vanessa was sporting right now.
    “I think I need a lie down” Vanessa stuttered, the joke coming out as more of a plea for help. But the others could agree with her, the food sitting heavily in their stomachs and making even summer feel lethargic. But draining the last from their teapots the group made a move, Eloise quickly learning that she didn’t need to tip here unlike some of the other countries she had lived in.
     
    “Ughh, I think I will join you in that lie down.” Zara said, stretching as she kicked off her shoes arriving back at home.
    “What are you on about, we should probably leave soon.” Kay said, her head poking out of her room.
    “For what?” Eloise asked.
    “Don’t tell me you all forgot, it’s the back to the future marathon at the cinema.” Kay said, her arms folding across her chest.
    “Im sorry, im not sure im feeling up to it” Vanessa said, her lips pursing and swallowing hard.
    “No, no one is backing out, ive already got you all tickets since you all agreed!” She said, seemingly standing taller to be more authoritative.
    “But I…” Vanessa
    “Ah, ah, ah. Get your shoes, the rest of us are ready.”
    Feeling her bladder already filling after the mornings drinks Eloise knew she should use her toilet now. But with the rest of them standing outside her room in the coridoor she felt uncomfortably awkward in doing so. But even as she tried to put it to the back of her mind she couldn’t manage it.
    “I’ll be right back, need to put my stuff away.” She said, her cheeks blushing a little.
    Walking into her room she closed the door behind her, still worried they would be able to hear it. Looking around she grabbed the duvet off her bed and put it near the gap under the door, her paranoid mind taking over and hoping it would block some of the sound for some reason. Closing the second bathroom door behind her she was about to sit when she realised they might hear the stream hitting the water. Shivering slightly as her bare skin made contact with the cold toilet she positioned herself at and angle and did her best to release her stream in a controlled, slow and quiet manner. Her muscles burning slightly as she forced them to remain partially closed. But after a few seconds the seemed to get the idea and a surprisingly long stream left her for almost a minute, making her doubly glad she had decided to go now.
    “Alright guys, im ready to go” Eloise said happily, feeling much more relaxed and happy to see none of them seemed to have noticed anything.
     
    The line for the small theatre was massive, the weekends showings completely sold out to the students who had nothing better to do since classes were cancelled. Standing in line Eloise couldn’t keep her eyes of Vanessa as she visibly pulsed where she stood. Her upper torso dancing to unheard music as she crossed, uncrossed and crossed her legs again and again. 30 minutes later they had made it into the building, the group making small talk while they waited. But all eyes including Eloise’s and several of the bystanders were watching the obviously desperate woman in their group.
    “You get the tickets ill get the snacks”, Eloise offered, conscious of the time they had to get into the theatre before the film started. 
    “Ill join you and help carry them.” Kay said with Allie following as well.
    “Everyone ok with coke?” Eloise asked as she turned towards the confectionary counters and getting nods of approval, she headed in.
    “How can I help?” The teenage girl behind the counter asked, looking already exhausted after the mid-day rush.
    “Yeah sure can I get 8…” Eloise said before realising that she hadn’t actually thought of what to get. Looking up she quickly browsed the stall, her eyes lighting up when she spotted the back to the future deal.
    “8 Back to the future combo’s” she finished, the woman totalling it up the bill and handing over the novelty Doc Brown collectable glasses. Next came the 8 large popcorn’s and then finally the 8 giant cups, each holding well over a liquid at 32 oz.
    “Don’t you think those are a little big?” Allie pointed out.
    “I mean its three films that’s like 6 hours right?” Eloise explained as she grabbed a couple of each of the combos, her arms full.
    “Good point, probably save us in the long run!” Allie and Kay agreed enthusiastically, grabbing the rest and carrying them back to the group.
    “These should see us through” Allie said half jokingly as she lumped the supplies into each of the others hands.
    “And here is yours” kay said as she pressed the extra-large drink into Vanessa’s hands, the colour seeming to fall out of her face as she accepted it. Her brain wavering and telling her to say something, but her mouth opened with no words escaping it. Her other hand that was between her legs forced to leave the warm recesses of her quivering crotch and grab the popcorn.
    Handing over their tickets the group sided into their row of seats, Vanessa grunting with each sideways step that caused her legs to separate more than they had in days. Taking her seat she let out a longer moan, her giant bladder troubling her greatly as it overflowed her body and now spilled onto her lap. The slightly angled seats amplifying her stature as they forced her to lean forwards slightly.
    Settling into their seats they had arrived just in time, the lights dimming and the first advert starting. It had been a while since Eloise had seen a movie in a theatre and she found herself far more excited than she had thought she would. Unable to stop smiling as the Universal pictures’ logo appeared, sipping from her drink she sat back and was ready to enjoy the film.
    97 minutes later the lights came back up, the first film just as good as they had all remembered. There had been some films that watching them back hadn’t lived up to her childhood memories but this was not one of them. Grabbing the large drink she sipped from the straw, realising that as she only got air she had somehow finished it all. Although given the fact the large cups didn’t fit in the holders and she had been forced to hold it the entire film it was no surprise. But what was a surprise was that it appeared Vanessa and all of the others had too. The lights showing through the thin carboard and revealing a tiny amount left in each of the cups. The volume of liquid already filling her bladder quickly, she could only imagine the impact it must have been having on the still holding Vanessa given she was clearly already at her limit.
    “Oh man, I love that film!” Kay said excitedly, her love of movies really coming through as she seemed to be in her element.  “But I think I might need a refill” she added, shaking her cup.
    “How have you eaten all the popcorn?” Summer joked, the sticky container resting on the ground now there was nothing in it to risk being kicked over.
    “What, I was hungry” Kay defended herself. “But it has made me really thirsty.” She said standing.
    Eloise knew this was her moment, the angel and devil in her minds battling over it once again as she contemplated getting Vanessa another of the large drinks. She was enthralled, fascinated by the sheer force of will and holding capabilities of her housemate. How could one personal hold so much, would she be able to hold anything close to her by the end of her time at university, how much more could Vanessa take? A million questions raced around her mind once again, but this time she could feel the devil winning as she strived to find an answer. Just as it had forced her hand and not told Lucy about her drink being dosed, the familiar feeling came over her, almost giddy with excitement.
    “They are free refills for the whole day. Why don’t we go and get everyone a refill before the next film starts in 10 minutes.” Eloise said, standing slightly to quickly.
    Grabbing the now empty cups from her friends she could see the reluctance in the eyes of Vanessa, she could clearly handle no more. She was full, completely and absolutely full, and yet with a shaky hand she held up her cup to be refilled. Unable to refuse the drink for her pride, confidence or some other reason.
    But as Eloise replaced it a few minutes later with another full cup both knew this could be the end for her. The quiet moans and pulsing of her body now constant and torturous for the sweating woman. The only saving grace in the warm theatre the fact she was still wearing her tight spandex but moisture wicking clothes. They had gotten more than a few looks from people in the lobby, many in their back to the future costumes. But it was unsurprising given how she was acting, thankfully her moans and whimpers didn’t seem to be distracting those around them.
    However, it was not Vanessa’s bladder troubles that were starting to worry Eloise as the second film started. It was her own, even in the short time since the movie had ended her need seemed to be going up at a breakneck pace. The large caffeinated drink flowing through her stomach and filling her bladder at a worrying pace. By the halfway point she couldn’t help but jostle her tightly crossed legs as the pressure within her bladder increased in leaps and bounds, the second large drink half finished and now sitting on the floor as to not tempt her.
    Glad for the dark surrounding she pressed a hand between her legs, glad for the extra support but she was really starting to worry now. Digging her nails into the arm rest she felt her bladder cramp inside her, a combination of the fizzy drinks and sheer quantity increasing the discomfort she was feeling. While in other days she had been pushing herself, the desire to increase her capabilities of holding strong. As she eyed the half empty cup resting next to her fidgeting feet she already knew that she had drunk too much to be able to hold this amount. She had to pee, and she had to pee soon.
    Sitting their restlessly she tried to hold out for the end of the film, but 5 minutes was all it took for her desperation to go from an uncomfortable 8 to a desperate 9. The Coke surging into her bladder that now ached terribly. She couldn’t hold it, she had to get to a bathroom now!
    Standing gingerly she felt the weight of her bladder shift uncomfortably inside her, a spasm of her muscles causing her thighs to slam together as she felt her muscles tremble. Excusing herself she shuffled out, ignoring the weird looks from her friends. Slowly walking out into the lobby she could feel the seconds of control she had left slipping, making her increase her pace as the true urgency of the situation made itself known.
    Power walking she thrust a hand between her legs as she walked through campus towards her one salvation, the house. Red faced she couldn’t help but blush as she gripped herself through her trousers. Pausing for a moment she doubled over, waiting for the crossing to turn green and allow her to pass. Marching on the spot she contemplated just making a run for it, but thankfully she noticed it start to turn and the cars stopping. Their occupants watching her desperate dash across the road with renewed speed, almost running at this point as she felt her whole body shaking with need. Each step sending shockwaves through her bloated bladder, filled so tightly with coke. The method of her fascination with pushing Vanessa to her limits coming back to bite her, why did she have to drink so much as well! In a way she couldn’t help but feel she in some way deserved this, but she wasn’t about to give in now.
    Rounding the corner next to the house she felt her muscles give up for just a moment, stopping where she stood, she clenched all her muscles rhythmically. A deep burning sensation between her legs making her unsure if she had leaked or it was just her muscles. Either way she couldn’t just stand here, so once again she began but this time she did run.
    Half sprinting she could feel each layer of her defences peeling back like a high security vault, but she knew she was done for either way. Grabbing the door handle it clicked loudly as she barged it open, sliding on the mat she felt a distinct wetness between her legs for a just a moment.
    Throwing herself through her room she all but launched herself into the bathroom, her trousers around her ankles before she had even crossed the threshold of the small room. Pivoting in a half crouch she could already feel her body starting to release, but with not a moment to spare she landed safely on the toilet. A sudden burst of piss erupting out of her, the relief causing her toes to curl in her shoes as she moaned loudly. Her pent-up pee shooting noisily into the bowl as she breathed heavily, it had been close…to close.
    Looking down she could see a distinct wet patch on the crotch of her pink panties, she had made it but only by a matter of seconds. Luckily as she inspected her jeans it seemed they had remained dry, just about.
    Finishing her pee Eloise couldn’t help but sit there, relaxed and enjoying the sensation of being empty. But at the same time, her mind went back to Vanessa and imagining what she must be going through. Taking off her shoes she quickly undressed, changing her damp underwear that she ashamedly balled up and threw in the bottom of her laundry hamper. Grabbing a new pair she vouched not to let it get to that state again and began to make her way back up to the cinema, hoping to be back in time for the third film.
    Sliding back into their row of seats she had arrived at the interval, the lights were back up and she could see the room. While it made getting to her seat easier it did mean it was all but impossible to sneak back to her seat.
    “Everything alright?” Summer asked, as she stood to let her past.
    “Yeah sorry, forgot my mum was going to call me.” Eloise lied, hoping her blushing cheeks were not a dead give away. But it seemed that she had accepted the explanation as she continued moving down the line.
    Sighing as she sat back in her chair she certainly felt much more relaxed, the dance with her accident tiring her out a surprising amount. But hearing a loud groan from her left a shot of adrenaline seemed to surge through her body as she looked over towards Vanessa expectantly.
    “You ok?” Allie asked, the last deep groan sounding far more desperate than the last.
    “I…think I might head back guys.” Vanessa said, her eyes fluttering a little.
    “Come on its just one more film.” Kay said indignantly.
    “Im just a little hungry” Vanessa said, smiling awkwardly.
    “Why don’t we go out as a house for dinner afterwards? That pub we went too had some nice looking options.” Zara suggested.
    Vanessa looked at the others for a moment, the torment of more holding clearly playing on her mind. She was stuck between a rock and a wet place at this point, pursing her lips she nodded reluctantly.
    “But I am going to get a refill of popcorn, I’ll go get us all some more drinks too.” Allie said, standing and waving Kay to come with her to help.
    “Pass your cups down.” Kay said, holding out her hand.
    “Its ok, I still have some of mine since I left” Eloise said, happy to be out of another round of the giant drinks.
    “Ok, Vanessa?” Kay said looking at the woman next to her.
    “I….” Vanessa said breathlessly as she tried to come up with an excuse.
    “Oh never mind, its right here.” Kay said, picking up the empty cup from next to Vanessas pretzeled legs. “Be right back.”
    Throughout the next film Eloise could hear something over the loud base filled audio coming from the speakers. An insistent heavy breathing from her left intermingled with increasingly frequent groans was a little distracting to say the least. Unable to focus on the film she was constantly stealing glances at her housemate as the battle within Vanessa seemed to intensify. The once again empty drink laying on its side but allowing one of her hands to grip between her legs as the other held onto the seat ahead of her. Unlike everyone else that was relaxed and leaning back it seemed she had chosen to lean forwards, her hand bracing herself against the row Infront as she pulsed, rocked and bobbed in her seat. But despite her outward appearance she held on, making it through the third film.
    “Man I love those films.” Kay said, stretching her arms wide before standing.
    “Guys…I…Don’t think I can do this.” Vanessa said, her voice surprisingly calm but her eyes full of panic.
    “What do you mean?” Allie asked.
    “I cant, hold it” Vanessa whimpered, her voice cracking this time.
    “Yes you can!” Zara said supportively.
    “You are the last one left, probably in the whole university!” Kay replied.
    “But…” Vanessa breathed heavily, wincing as pain raced through her body.
    “You are the strongest person I know. You can do this!”
    “I….” Vanessa said again, her body convulsing slightly.
    “Holy shit guys!” Lucy said from behind them, her eyes glued to her phone that she had just turned back on.
    “Classes are back on tomorrow!” She said, looking up at them all.
    “Wait, that means you can totally do it Vanessa.” Summer said
    “Its just a little longer. Come on, you can beat this.” Kay added.
    “Tomorrow…Tomorrow…Just a bit longer” Vanessa panted, her wavering hand outstretching and legs helping her stand. A loud grunt reverberating from her chest as she forced her muscles to obey her. A new fire in her eyes as she could finally see the finish line!
     
     
    That night Eloise was once again unable to sleep, tossing and turning as Vanessas grunts and pacing footsteps above her made their way through the silent house and into her mind. The desperate woman clearly unable to sleep as she battled with her body.
    Eloise had been worried about missing out on her final hours, but it seemed that only U-Block had been deemed safe. This had lead to a number of room shortages and timetabling conflicts, so much to her surprise and happiness she, Vanessa, Summer and Julia would all share their first class together in the morning. Giving her the perfect reason to go up to the University with them all. Turning over again she heard her alarm go off, was it morning already! She hadn’t slept a wink, but felt more awake and alert than she had in days.
    “How are you doing?” Eloise asked as she walked into the kitchen, spotting the even more desperate looking woman writhing in the kitchen. Her easily pregnant looking stomach full of so much liquid it bulged preposterously. The unreal looking bulge formed of days of liquid and held back by the shredded remains of her self control.
    “I…I….I…cant do this” Vanessa stammers, her body quaking in desperation.
    “Come on, you can do it. Its just a little longer, you have held out so long. You have beaten everyone else you can survive this!”
    “I…I’ve never had to go this bad in my life. I don’t even know what is happening any more. I…I just cant anymore!” she all but yelled in the room.
    “We can go in early, you just need to hold it like 30 more minutes. Just think about it, the only one to survive the outage!” But looking at her she could see why she was so demanding that she could hold it not one moment more. Her giant bulging body was quivering with every second as her inflated bladder continued stretching her to its absolute limits and clearly driving her mad with desperation.
    “Mmmmmm” Vanessa moaned, her hands all but rubbing against her private areas as she continued to groan, the gaps between the pulses spasms and shockwaves it was sending and had been sending for days at this point now measured in seconds not minutes.
    “You guys ready for the first day of a new year?” Julia asked cheerfully as she entered the room. Pouring out a dozen energy drink cans from her bag after a late night study session last night. Refilling her water bottle Eloise couldn’t help but notice that even she had a slight bulge in her abdomen. Not a shock given the quantity of cans she had been drinking and thinking about it most of them had gone several days since their accidents. Maybe it wouldn’t be just Vanessa making a made dash for the ladies room after all.
    As if on cue they were joined by Summer, dressed in a tight white summer dress and knee-high socks she looked more ready for a day in the sun than a lecture. But she too had a noticeable bulge, her legs gently resting against each other as she stood near the doorway. But none of them compared to Vanessa.
    “Ok im ready!” She said, still looking a little tired.
    “I can do this.” Vanessa grunted “But we have to go now, im ab..about…to piss myself.” She stuttered as she visibly winced while standing. Air hissing out between her clenched teeth as she heaved herself into the air, a hand pressing into her back.
    Grabbing their things the group hastily made their way up to the university, Vanessa managing an impressive turn of speed given her condition. A speed that only seemed to increase the closer they got, grabbing the handles to the uni rooms she was relieved to see them open. The keypad light turning green as she wrenched the doors open, with no other thought than finding the toilets.
    “Ah, you three, four. Just the people I was looking for.”
    “Mrs Johnson!” Julia said surprised as they came face to face with their school master.
    “Would you mind coming with me.” The smartly dressed woman said, the sentence more of a command that a question. Looking around Eloise could see Vanessa die a little inside as her relief was delayed yet again.
    Walking into the office it had been transformed from the shady dim room it was before into a bright and almost welcoming old space.
    “Please, take a seat.” Mrs Johnson said, the group filing in and grabbing one of the wooden chairs situated in front of the desk.
    “I have something I meant to ask you all, but thought it would be better to do it in person. But first, where are my manners.” She said, walking over and grabbing a steaming tea pot from the small table to their left. Placing it on the desk she began to pour four small cups of the liquid and handing them out.
    “So it is tradition for us to hold an annual industry meet and greet with last years graduates each year. It gives the top students that have left us a chance to talk and mingle with some of the best and most influential people in our sector. But this year we have decided to include you three, sorry four as added guests. You have all proven yourselves extremely capable and would like you to represent our current students at the event if you wouldn’t mind.”
    “That would be amazing!” Julia said excitedly before checking herself. “Sorry, I mean it would be a privilege” she replied while taking a sip from her tea.
    Eloise couldn’t help but feel a little like a fourth wheel here by circumstance rather than merit, but it would certainly be a good learning experience. Sipping her tea she had to bite her tongue slightly to stop herself reacting. The black tea far more bitter than she was use to, yet it was a familiar bitterness that she couldn’t quite place.
    “But what about classes?” Summer asked, herself seemingly enjoying the strong herbal blend of whatever was in the tea pot and drinking It happily.
    “Oh no worries there, its not scheduled until this afternoon. I will have a car ready to take you to the event once your lessons are over.” She said smiling, refilling Summers cup which she had emptied.
    “What do we need to do?” Julia asked.
    “Oh nothing really. Simply go there speak to people and see if anything piques your interest. Its as much for you as it is the university, its good for us to get our students out there and have a presence in the biggest companies. Several of our best graduates have been hired soon after these events so it’s a good opportunity to make a good impression for yourself and the university. There is a panel with our alumni that I would like you to take part in though, simply a Q and A sort of thing, assuming you want too?”
    “Yes!” Julia jumped at the chance. The others simply nodding.
    “Sure thing, now Eloise I know you are just a first year. But I thought it would be good to send along a new student to see what you thought about it. But it could be a good experience for you too, see what areas of the industry you might want to go into for example.”
    “Yes mam” Eloise nodded.
    “Good, now I did just want to go through a couple of things so that we are all one the same page.”
    20 long minutes later they had all been briefed by her about the school and what to say at certain topics. The friendly good for you atmosphere replaced by a serious and important one of them having a job to do. It seemed there was a lot riding on this event, for Mrs Johnson and the university in general.
    “Right then, I better let you get to class. I will make sure that the car is ready to pick you up once your classes have finished. Please make sure to be ready, punctuality is always important at these events and I don’t want them to have to wait for our students.” She finished, standing and indicating for them to do the same.
    Groaning as she stood Mrs Johnson looked at Vanessa wearily. “Everything ok Vanessa?”
    “Yes mam” She said breathlessly, a forced smile appearing on her flushed face.
    “Good, now enjoy your first class.”
    Walking down the corridor they hurried along, their class starting in just one minute. A longing and desperate look towards the ladies’ room from Vanessa showing she was more than contemplating dashing in, but panting slightly she forced her legs to carry on past it and into the lecture room. Maybe they would have a break, or she could find some other way of excusing herself.
    The large room itself was filled with a couple of hundred students, many grouped together already. Finding unoccupied chairs, the housemates grabbed a number of desks near the back of the room. The young-looking lecturer at the front currently shuffling some papers on the front desk before clearing her throat and starting the session. They had arrived without a moment to spare, not that Vanessa seemed to be happy about her own punctuality.
    “ladies, welcome back to my classes or hello for the first time.” The Lecturer smiled, her teeth perfect and shinning as she warmly welcomed them.
    “Now, I thought it would be fun to start the year with a little practical. It will also have some down time so you can get to know some of the newer students” she said, her hand indicating to the number of first years.
    “Thank god.” Vanessa muttered quietly beside Eloise. Her crossed legs going back to jigging furiously beneath the desks, something she had been fighting herself from doing in the dean’s office.
    “So, some theory before the fun. In 2011 a scientist from the Netherlands linked the fullness of one’s bladder to the ability to make better rational decisions. A thought that is largely at odds with how many of us feel when we have a strong urge, you would expect the irritability to cause bad choices. But in their studies, they found that people already suppressing an impulse, the impulse to pee, were fundamentally better at making other choices where impulse was important. The outcome of their research suggesting that the areas of the brain needed to resolve one could be linked to the other.
    “Oh god…” Vanessa said softly, her brain already seeing where this “practical” was going.
    “So, today we are going to do something similar. We are going to test the impacts of a full bladder on academic test scores. These general science tests will also serve as a starting grade for your year with me so its not just a case of not trying. I expect you all to do your best, but due to the nature of these examinations you will not be able to leave the room until both sets are complete.”
    “Oh God!” Vanessa whimpered again, her voice far shaky as she was once again delayed but this time in the worst possible way. Her hold increasing in length substantially at this point, the mere seconds away she had been twice already taunting her mind. Biting her lip her legs went into overdrive, the vibrations shaking the desk Eloise was sharing with her.
    “Now, because we have several years all in one class room we are going to have to modify the tests according to each of your bladder holding capabilities. It would be unfair to give the first years enough to make a dent in a third year, and not really worth it to do the opposite. As such, First years will be given 2 litres, second years 3.5L and 5L for third years. You will have two hours to drink the isotopically balanced drink during the first test. This will be followed by a 30-minute break for first years, an hour for second years and two hours for you third years. Then you will carry out the second two-hour test. You will be free to go once you complete the second test, but until then you must remain in the room.
    Even Eloise’s eyes went wide as she explained everything, they sure were not easing people into it. She would have to down 2 litres and hold it for Four and a half hours! Could she do that, but more importantly could Vanessa hold 5 more litres. The sweating and panting third year about to be truly pushed far, far beyond her limits.
     
     
     
    Less than four hours later Eloise hobbled out of the room, her legs and muscles quivering as she fought for control. It had been humiliating to be the first of them to leave, she couldn’t even remember the last few questions from the test that she had blitzed through. Despite trying to measure their ability to do tasks while desperate, she just couldn’t hold on any longer and as bad as it had been to walk out like this, it was better than the alternative. Her underwear was already damp for the second time in as many days, standing up and the walking to the front too much for her muscles. She hadn’t considered herself to be a leaker, but if recent events were anything to go on she might have to start worrying about it.
    Urging herself forwards she found her way into the ladies room, silently glad to be the first out so there wasn’t a que. Opening the stall she breathed a sigh of relief as she let the ocean inside her empty out into the toilet below her.  What was she going to do at the end of term if this was as much as she could hold. Would she be forced to take the remedial classes that Allie had talked about?
    Finding a seat in the hall she got out her phone, trying to find something to pass the time until her friends were out. The group of super holders surely able to keep control of themselves of their test scores. But worrying for Eloise as she watched the last of the first years desperately scurry for the bathroom after finishing their tests properly, she could already feel her own bladder filling considerably again. Something that happened a further two times over the next two and a half hours, what had she done to herself. Was it something to do with her holding too much, maybe it was something to do with the Isotonic drink they had just forced her to drink. Either way as she peed for the third time that morning, she couldn’t help but feel a little worried for her future at this university if this was what the first day was like. Taking her seat back in the hall Eloise sank into the uncomfortably hard chair and waited for the others.
    She didn’t have to wait long, the third years all walking out together after finishing their test with no real effort for most of them. But as she looked towards her friends it was a totally different story, each of them looked incredibly uncomfortable as their bladders once again bulged out of their skin. The five litres and days without relief pushing them all back to the bitter edge of control once again. But none of them compared even slightly to the state of Vanessa. Her enormous bladder so full it was barely recognisable as one, jutting out of her far more than anyone’s should do. The hemline of her leggings now below the ocean of pee inside her, compressed beneath the mass of liquid which hung over them precariously.
     
    “Ladies Where have you been?” Dean Johnson said as she hurried down the corridor towards them, her heels loudly clacking off the surface “The event starts in an hour, you need to get going now otherwise you will be late.”
    “B, But…” Vanessa pleaded, the others looking on nervously both for their friend and their own clearly full bladders. The bathroom just a few feet away, but a long que forming out of the door as another class of first years had finished up just before they had emerged. There was no way they could make it to the event in time if they waited, but would they even make it to the event without exploding?
    “The journey takes about an hour, im not even sure if you will make it on time if you leave right now. Better not keep them waiting any longer you cant afford to be late.” The dean reaffirmed again as as almost physically pushed the group towards the exit next to her office. The side door offering good access to the staff parking where a large black car was waiting for them.
    Bundling in all three of them let out varying degrees of groans as they sat. A loud cracking noise sounding in the car as the elastic of Vanessas leggings finally gave up the ghost and disintegrated around her giant bladder. The ordinarily strong material torn to tatters by her expanded abdomen and the pressure it was generating.
    Despite only taking an hour to get to the event, Eloise had begun to fidget in the back of the car as she joined the others in needing the use of a bathroom once again. The fact worrying her greatly, she knew she had drunk a lot in the lesson but surely it had all come out now? Had she waited too long, had she damaged something by trying to hold too much too soon at the cinema yesterday?
    Stepping out of the car she blinked in the sunlight, her thighs rubbing together for a few moments before she started towards the large white brick building that lay ahead of them. The large hall surrounded by a number of expensive cars and people milling around. Large signs advertised the many products and services that those in attendance today offered, some of the largest brands in the world were here!
    “Right this way please” A young woman with a clip board said to their side. “The talk is about to begin I’m afraid we are already a couple of minutes behind schedule.”
    Looking at each other for a moment they followed the ponytailed woman inside the building, being led to a large double door as they all tried to put their desperation to the back of their minds. It was supposed to be a two hour talk and Eloise was quickly starting to worry about having to admit her need in a packed room full of experts on the matter. Her classmates and fellow students had been one thing but this would be something else.
    “I’m sorry, it’s just those three.” She said, holding up a hand to stop Eloise.
    “What?” Eloise asked confused.
    “I’m afraid its Miss Vanessa, Julia and Summer that have been asked to take part as final year students. You will have to take a seat in the auditorium, just head down their and through those doors on the left.” The woman said.
    “Oh, ok” Eloise said slightly dejectedly.
    “Hey, we will see you after.” Summer said smiling at her, the blonde’s legs shifting where she stood.
    “Sure thing.” Eloise smiled back, leaving the three of them too it and taking a seat near the rear of the auditorium just as the talk began.
    The talk itself was actually quite interesting, the various alumni talking about their graduate placements and how they got into the industry. But Eloise could tell many were watching her three friends at the end of the line of students. Summer and Julia clearly embarrassed and red faced while they tried and failed to control their squirming. Strangely it was Vanessa who seemed in the most control as she sat there looking like a blimp, her face sweating and wincing as her bloated and bulging body twitched. Her tormented bladder sending signal after signal for more than a week to empty itself, but still the deathly proud or stubborn owner of it held on and other than the gentle rocking of her body she was still. Although she was clearly struggling as she stared off at a point on the horizon, completely not registering anything that was going on around her. Thankfully it seemed the questions were aimed at the three of them in general and as such the other two fielded most of the questions.
    But that became more of an issue as time wore on, entering the second hour is was clear that Julia and Summer were struggling more and more. Summers crossed legs bouncing as she gently placed her hands folded on her lap. Her deep Blue eyes and pink metallic painted lips quivering in unison a she bit them, her beaming white teeth now covered in pinkish marks from her lipstick. Sweat forming on her and Julia’s forehead as they tried to remain composed as the pressure within them mounted.
    In the crowd a similar sensation was filling Eloise with dread, her own bladder filling once more although thankfully slower this time. Even so, with 10 minutes to go she was once again forced to excuse herself. It wasn’t as bad as it had been in the lecture, but if she had done something to herself she knew she had to be smart and start taking any and all opportunities to save her graces.
    Sneaking out from the back of the large room she made her way to the ladies’ room the others had spotted before. Entering a cubicle, she sat and let her body relax once more, yawning as the lack of sleep took its tool on her. Smacking her lips she tasted the weirdly familiar bitter tea, but as she sat there her brain finally connected the two memories. It was the beer! The diuretic ladened beer she had drunk almost two weeks ago and that had spelt disaster for Lucy, the first of them to loose it so long ago. But wait, that couldn’t be right could it? Surely the dean wasn’t dosing her students with potent diuretics? But it would explain how she had felt today, the repeated bathroom trips after the tea and litres of water. The only question remaining was why, why would she do it.
    Finishing up and still confused by the revelation Eloise made her way to the corridor, seeing that the talk was finally ending. Going back to the door she had been turned away from she waited for her friends to emerge. Should she tell them, but what if she was wrong. There really wasn’t much to go on.
    The door in front of them opened, a member of staff holding it open for the guests.
    Grunting and clutching herself Vanessa waddled out of the room, Eloise had thought it impossible for her to look any bigger and yet every time she looked it seemed as if the poor woman had grown even more. Her bladder inflating like a water balloon, possibly due to the effects of the diuretic that had broken their friend more than a week earlier.
    “Toilet, Toilet, Toilet, Toilet” Summer muttered loudly as she almost raced past Vanessa, heading directly towards the ladies room. A slow moving Julia holding herself but following in the same direction as they sought their much needed relief.
    “Well, I think that went well. Don’t you think.” A familiar voice sounded behind them. The dean of their University coming out of one of the audience doors. She must have snuck in unnoticed near the end.
    “Yes mam” Julia said, pressing her legs together tightly and trying to put on a professional demeanour.
    “Im sorry, I…” Summer started
    “I’ve got some people I would like you to meet” Mrs Johnson said ignoring the pleas of Summer and the obvious shows of absolute desperation all three were putting on.
    “I…” Summer tried again.
    “Right this way, they are the leads on the Darrius project that…Aren’t you coming?” She asked clearly annoyed.
    “Bu…hu…hu” Vanessa stammered, her eyes fluttering and going into the back of her head for a moment. Her entire body shaking as she stood there, half stooped as her absolutely enormous bladder forced her to stand with an unnatural stance. Taking another longing look at the bathroom and then back at the unimpressed dean of her University she shook again before turning to follow.
    “I…” Summer said, her tone of voice several octaves higher as she pitched one thigh into the other before relenting and following. Her knees knocking as she walked and causing her white skirt to flutter.
    “These are Kim and Tony” she said indicating to a pair of casually dressed twins, the two women smiling at them.
    “I would like to introduce some of our top students” She said the two groups exchanging awkward handshakes.
    As they talked Eloise could see Summers nervous glances towards the bathroom, her knees continuing to hit into each other as she stood still, trying her best to listen to the apparently important women. Vanessa however could not have looked more zoned out, her matted hair sticking to her sweaty face as she continued to groan quietly, swallowing hard and teetering slightly where she stood. Her condition getting more than a fair share of concerned glances from the pair of women she was being introduced too. Yet they said and did nothing to help her. Julia was doing most of the talking, her stocking clad legs gently rasping against each other, the noise of the nylon just audible over the idle chit chat going on in the room.
    “Anyway, we need to go and find Thomas Elder. We said we would meet up with him after.” The pair of women said as if they all knew him, taking a last glance at Vanessa the pair departed.
    As soon as their backs were turned the three desperate women all took a step towards the bathroom before they were cut off once again. Fate cruelly playing them off against relief and professional and academic standings.
    “Who else can I introduce you too.” Mrs Johnson considered for a moment, glancing around the room.
    “I think” “I need” Julia and Summer spoke up at the same time. Desperate to find a way of the situation without offending their school dean.
    “Ah Julian, I would like you to meet some of our top students.” Mrs Johnson said, ignoring their plight once again.
    “Mrs Johnson” Summer whimpered, her own movements stopping as she clenched her muscles tightly. Her hands turning into tight fists by her sides as she grimaced, almost pulsing where she stood.
    “Right then Summer, Julia, Vanessa. I would like you too….”
    “Uhhhhh!” A shout filled the room, cutting the deans introductions off moments before a loud splattering noise erupted from beneath Summer as she doubled over in pain.
    Beside Eloise a waterfall of piss was falling between summers slender legs, her white knee-high socks instantly wet and turning slightly yellow. Pee racing down her thighs, spiralling down her now still legs, rivulets forking off in many directions as the forceful spray continued. More streams fell from her supple skin, flushed red by the constant movement throughout the last hour as she had tried to fight this. But here Summer stood, meters from a bathroom uncontrollably wetting herself while surrounded by some of the most important people in her industry.
    “Im sorry” She sobbed at the dean of her school who looked on gobsmacked. Her mouth hanging open but eyes strangely sparkling as Eloise looked into them. Her fascination with what was going on in front of her matched by the dean and all but confirming her thoughts about the diuretic she had given to them all.  
    “I…”the Dean stuttered. “Im sorry, I didn’t realise.” She tried to lie.
    The downpour between Summers legs capturing her attention as she watched on, summers hands covering her face as she continued to shake. Her inflated bladder slowly receding as its contents were nosily spilled onto the floor beneath her.
    As the accident slowed down the Dean seemed to come to her senses, beckoning over the woman that had met them. Having a word in her ear it seemed they were having some sort of urgent conversation.
    “Im sorry girls, I will have you taken home now.” The dean announced.
    “But…” Julia started, her own legs bending and crossing as Summers accident expedited the desperation she felt.
    “The car will take you back to the university.” She said before turning around and leaving the four of them. Their guide ushering them out to the car park once more before they could protest. Julia’s neck craning round as she tried to get one last look at the toilets. But once again she and the others were bundled into the back of the car, the woman having a word with the driver before they set off back to the university.
     
    Sitting quietly the group of them simply stared out at the passing countryside. The groans and grunts of Vanessa somehow blending into the background. The uttered tones now so common place to hear over the last day or two that even Eloise was taking less notice of them. Opposite her Julia was staring out the window, her hand clutching the edge of her emerald skirt as her black stockings bounced up and down.
    Summer was clearly humiliated once more, the latest wetting in the middle of the event far worse than even the one in the gym. Resting her head against the headrest she was simply staring at the floor, her cheeks still red and tears forming in the corners of her eyes which she would occasionally wipe away.
    Looking out the window Eloise watched the scenery go by for some time, until she saw a sign for the nearby city. Why were they heading towards it, it was in the opposite direction to the University? Looking at her friends it seemed none of them had noticed, Vanessa and Julia to desperate while Summer was seemingly in her own head.
    “Where are we headed?” She asked the driver loudly, Julia and Summer looking up.
    “To the University” her replied
    “Isn’t it the other way?” Eloise asked.
    Taking a moment to press some buttons on the Satnav the driver was clearly checking something.
    “Im sorry, I must have put in the wrong address. I will take the next off ramp and correct” He said, but surely he would have had the correct code in considering he picked them up there. Didn’t he work for the university, how could he get it wrong she wondered. Checking her watch they had been driving for almost 45 minutes the wrong direction, turning their hour drive into two and a half if he found an off ramp soon.
    Opposite her Julia was biting her bottom lip, a look of dire concern on her face. Breathing rapidly through her nose only her legs moved faster, her legs running on the spot as her stockings rubbed against each other so fast Eloise was starting to worry about Julia starting a fire in the back of the car.
    “Oh god, oh god, oh no, no, no , no , no” She muttered constantly for the next 30 minutes as she sat there, ashen faced. Her display of desperation far more acted than when she had lost it in the library. Although in that case Julia had something to occupy her mind, while right now all she must have been thinking about was her need to pee. A fact that ultimately proved fatal as she went wide eyed, her head looking up and catching Eloise’s.
    “You have to stop the car” She said with some urgency.
    “Im sorry mam, we are on the motorway I cant just pull over.” The driver responded as Julia uncrossed and recrossed her legs even tighter for a moment. Her balled up fists pressing into her crotch as she wiggled in her seat.
    “But I…Oooohhhh” Julia whimpered, her face contorting into a look of discomfort as she screwed her eyes closed.  
    “Mmm” Julia whimpered again, her legs pressing into each other even tighter on the leather seats. But it was no use, for the second time that week she was starting to wet herself. The noise of the engine and wheels covering up the faint hiss of her accident but sitting opposite her, it was impossible for Eloise to miss the river of clear liquid rolling down from her chair. A puddle spreading out in the back of the seat before rushing off the waterproof seats and pooling on the floor. As pee cascaded down from the leather seats the unmistakable smell of fresh urine filled the car as another of the group lost control of her bladder.
    But she was still fighting, Julia’s hands still pressing deeply in her crotch as she tried to stem the tide but it was no use, her frantic leg movements becoming slower and slower until they stopped completely. Her legs pressed together as her bladder continued to empty, her shoulders sagging and eyes looking down as she sobbed gently. She had lost control of her bladder once again, she was supposed to be one of the top holders and yet here she was, pissing herself in a car. The only positive was that she wasn’t alone, Summers clothes still drying from her own accident.
    Next to her Vanessa somehow seemed oblivious of what was going on, her desperate brain detached from all reality as it had been for most of the day. One hand gripping between her double-crossed legs, the other slowly rubbing her bladder in small circular motions that seemed to be barely touching her skin. Any and all additional pressure causing her excruciating pain, her skin pulled as taught as possible and threatening to pop at any moment.
    Where ever Vanessa had gone too, the plain of existence somehow let her maintain her control all the way back to the university. Her rounded bladder bulging even more monstrously as she managed to outhold two of the top bladders not once but twice, the volume of pee inside her incomprehensible.
    Opening the door the evening had turned dark, the sun just about setting behind the large campus building. Stepping out Eloise was surprised to see the Dean stood waiting for them, had she planned all this?
    “Im sorry about what happened earlier.” She said, her eyes glued to watching Vanessa get out of the car behind her. Not an easy task given her current predicament, a constant moan punctuated by heavy breathing escaping her as her whole body heaved up and down. Her eyes returning back to the present and going wide as if she truly had been having an outer body experience.
    “Please, follow me.” The dean said, walking back towards the door to her office they had come out of earlier.
    Sitting down in the chairs the stains and patterns of Julia’s and Summers wet clothes still visible despite them drying. The pair sullen but trying to be respectful as they sat in the office. Next to them Vanessa was even more of a mess than she had been in the morning, unable to hide her desperation at all now she had returned to her body.
    Whimpering softly she fidgeted madly, her knees bouncing as she double crossed her legs and supported her bloated bladder with her hands.
    “Now I wanted to apologise for what happened and make sure you know that it wont be held against you in anyway.”
    “I…thank you” Summer said, although she hadn’t thought it would be.
    “I think that despite it you all made a positive impression on the visitors and I think that…”
    “Please let me use the bathroom, I’ve never needed to go this badly in my life. I was about to explode 8 hours ago and since then I’ve drunk so much, I just cant.” Vanessa uttered at break neck speed, the urgency clear in her voice as she all but exploded on the spot.
    “Vanessa! I understand your position, but that is not how you should speak to me or how someone of your stature shouldn’t be talking. We pride ourselves on control at this university and the event tonight should have been reserved for just the graduates of other years. But given your track record I thought you would make the most of it but clearly, I was mistaken.” The dean shot back, surprised at the lack of decorum from her top student.
    “Im…Im sorry mam, but im about to wet myself in your office if you don’t let me go…please!” she begged with tears rolling down her cheeks. Finally, at her wits end she was truly begging for more than just her dignity, forks of pain wracking her body every second. The pulses increasing in ferocity as she kept her bladder shut away and forced to expand even more.
    “Well, I never” The dean replied.
    “Im so full” Vanessa reiterated, her bulging body creaking under the weight of her bladder’s contents. The fraying of her leggings not the only thing that was starting to be destroyed by it.
    “Vanessa, you are top of your class and have been since first year. I am sure that you can hold on long enough to finish this conversation.” The dean said calmly.
    Groaning loudly Vanessa plunged her fists between her legs, “Please!” she pleaded, her eyes watering as she locked her legs together in a death grip.
    “Fine, if you must.” The chancellor waved her away dismissively
    But it was already too late, Eloise had seen the first burst of wetness moments ago. She hadn’t been kidding when she said she was about to lose it and now as Vanessa groaned, her bladders contents exploded out of her with tremendous force. A torrent of liquid pushing past her clenched hands and spraying around them noisily in all directions. The deafening patter of her instantaneous and sudden loss of control sounding around the room like a tropical rainstorm as Vanessa let out another guttural yell. Her whole body shaking and quivering as if possessed, her bladder overwhelming everything else in her body as fireworks of conflicting signals erupted all over her abdomen. Her muscles still contracting and forcing themselves inwards while her crotch seemingly imploded in wetness. Thick streams erupted in all directions, the heavily pressurised streams falling almost a meter away from her in some cases as the others stood up to avoid being drenched in their friends monumental accident. Her mammoth bladder threatening to flood the room if it kept up.
    A river of steaming piss was running down both her legs at breakneck pace, her absolutely drenched leggings unable to stop any liquid having already absorbed as much as they could. Not a squire inch was spared as they darkened, her pee hissing loudly through them as it continued to erupt out of her at some pace. The force causing it to shoot through the crotch of her seemingly thick clothes, the barriers of her underwear and trousers no match for the pressure build-up that had been torturing the groaning woman for almost two weeks.
    Vanessa had pushed herself to the edge and then some, past any limits Eloise or anyone thought possible. 11 days of not skimping on drinking but including nights out, a full bladdered exam and seemingly a dose of some pretty strong diuretics if Eloise’s hunch was right. Putting her hands on the desk Vanessa groaned loudly again as she let her bladder hang freely beneath her, rivers of piss escaping from her in all directions and spreading for meters across the floor.
    Eloise couldn’t think of anything, her brain completely empty of anything but the images of the show being played out in front of her. The largest bladdered woman she had ever seen, or possibly there had ever been was still peeing fiercely in the dean’s office. A puddle of unfathomable size spreading out of her as the drum beat of her accident continued, backed up by a percussive hiss and vocal groans. Her bladder and abdominal muscles stretched to their limits and finally gaining control as they forced the ocean of pee she had been holding out of her.
    For almost five minutes the group watched in a silent awe of Vanessa's accident, almost the entire wooden floor was coated in her pee. It was by far the most anyone had ever seen anyone hold, even the dean was looking on with a faint impressed look. But as she looked up and caught Eloise watching her, her demeanour changed instantly. A scowl now on her face she crossed her arms, staring intently at the woman who had just drowned her office in piss.
    “Well then, we will continue this another time then. Now if you are quite finished I think you should leave my office.” She said, her toes splashing in the puddle that had run under her desk.
    “I…” Vanessa uttered, her mind filled with a tired and euphoric cloud. Silently the group left, unspeaking about what had just happened. But while they may never speak of it again, there was no way Eloise was going to forget what she had just seen. It was a sight that would visit her in her dreams over and over again, the first week at university more than meeting her expectations.
     
    Back in her office the dean stood with her arms crossed, looking down at the enormous puddle she let herself have a curt smile at her handywork. Flipping open her phone she quickly dialled in a number.
    “Well?” She said expectantly.
    “I…I have never…she broke your record Mam.”
    “She broke my record?”
    “Yes Mam.” The voice repeated.
    Smiling to herself the dean hung up. Taking a deep breath she picked up the red phone on her desk. The same one that she had been nervous to answer.
    “Chancellor, we’ve got them.”
    A moment of silence filled the room, before a soft murmur came through the other end of the phone.
    Yes sir, she broke my record. The summer internationals are ours this year.”
    Another murmur came through, seemingly impressed sounding.
    “Thank you sir, Yes I will keep you updated on their progress.”
    Hanging up the phone she sat back in her chair, relaxing and feeling happy as the contents of Vanessa's tortured bladder continued to spread around the room. She had done her job.
     
    The end...for now?
     
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    Once again thank you to everyone who read, commented and upvoted this story, it really means a lot to know people are enjoying the story!
    Unfortunately this is the end for now.
     
    Since someone asked 😛 I do have some ideas about where I could take this story and even have half of another chapter written as a kind of Epilogue, it does answer a few of your questions / explain a bit more about how the school works / came to be the way it did. But I have been having a bit of trouble making it entertaining enough for its own chapter. But watch this space.
    The watch isn't magic although that is an interesting thought, simply far more intrusive than indicated by the dean. I have an explanation of why / how they came to be a thing in the afore mentioned unreleased chapter, so I wont explain here in case I manage to finish writing the next chapter. The dreams were more apparitions of the internal struggle between her enjoying it, doing the right thing and also trying to be "normal". But if its something you are interested in I have half a story written about something along those lines. 
    Sadly while there is scope and some ideas floating around for a continuation, It probably wont be for a while. This story took me close to 3 months to write and release, and I haven't even started to fully flesh out the next parts if there will be some. But given by how well this seems to have gone down, I will definitely think about it. Although I have a steadily growing list of stories on my "to do" list. Including one that I started about 6 months ago but keep getting distracted from. So I might have a play with that one first.
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    ola93 reacted to Mbgpeelover in Together in Times Of Desperation (book 2 of Sarah and Will)   
    Chapter 65:
    Will sipped at his coffee and slid Sarah’s tea towards her. He was a fixer, a sorter, a solution driven man, a practical person in every way, and his mind spun with thoughts of hospitals, lack of petrol in Sarah’s car and the unsolved mystery of why she had been at the bank that morning, combined with the nagging feeling that he still hadn’t cleaned his bathroom. 
     
    ‘She’s all I have Will.’
     
    ‘You have me too.’ 
     
    ‘I know. But you are not family.’
     
    ‘I could be.’
     
    ‘Will you can’t be my brother, not that I had one anyway, or my dad or mum or anything else. I know you mean well but no-one can replace parents. It’s just not possible.’ 
     
    Will hung his head and took another sip of coffee. He hadn’t meant to upset Sarah more and that wasn’t what he had meant anyway. He’d messed things up again. Maybe Sarah was right saying he was autistic, or maybe he was just inept and stupid, but either way he hated that Sarah was hurt and confused. So under his breath, facing the table and not even looking at Sarah, he mumbled what he really meant. 
     
    ‘I meant I could be your husband, that’s all.’ 
     
    Sarah took a moment to gather her thoughts. Sometimes conversations with Will were deep, meaningful and constructive. Other times they were hard work, hurtful, and confusing, almost like they spoke two different languages. Pulling her mug closer she hugged it with both hands then took a sip. But wait? What was that Will had just said? Her brain tried to make sense of the sounds it had heard. 
     
    ‘Will, did you just suggest what I thought you did?’ 
     
    Will looked at Sarah and spoke clearer and louder than before. 
     
    ‘Why do people ask questions like that? I mean think about it: how can I say if I said what you thought I said if I have no idea what it was you thought I said in the first place? I’m confused.’ 
     
    Sarah smiled and finally looked at Will. 
     
    ‘Ok. I’ll be a bit clearer Will. Did you just say you could become my husband?’
     
    Will’s face went red and his hands were sweating as he reached to get a digestive biscuit to distract himself. Losing his confidence again he nodded and stuttered. 
     
    ‘Em...ye...yes I...yes I did.’ 
     
    Sarah reached out and took Will’s hand in hers, resting their arms on the table between them. 
     
    ‘Will you sure pick your timings! This morning the bank told me my business can’t be saved even though I haven’t paid myself a wage for three months, I then run out of petrol while needing the toilet, I wet myself in the pouring rain, then find out my elderly mum with dementia has been rushed to hospital then you bloody well propose to me! I know you are probably autistic but geez I doubt you’ll be named Mr romance of the year anytime soon!’ 
     
    Will hadn’t thought of it like that. He’d planned an afternoon at the coast on Friday to mark his birthday and he wanted to talk about his idea then, perhaps sitting on the rocks watching the sun set or walking along the beach hand in hand. Instead he’d blurted it out all wrong and at the worst possible time. With a mouth full of biscuit he tried to apologise. 
     
    ‘I’m..I’m so sor...’ 
     
    Squeezing Will’s hand tight Sarah suddenly felt dizzy and nauseous. 
     
    ‘Will if there is one thing I can tell you as a therapist it is this. Don’t ever apologise for your feelings. We should apologise for mistakes but never emotions. Your timing may be somewhat unusual, your delivery very...well ‘Will like’ I guess..., but your heart gave your mouth words and you couldn’t hold back. That is one of the many hundreds of things I love about you. Besides even on seriously rubbish days like today there’s always something good if you look hard enough. You just made it easier to find. So as long as you are not expecting this skint and tired therapist to buy you a ring then I accept. I would love you to be my husband Will Highland.’ 
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    ola93 reacted to Markj9494 in Holders of Iron House   
    Chapter 6: A lapse of concentration.
    “Come on!” Kay pleaded with Allie as they both desperately paced at the work counters in the kitchen.
    “Im not being a model for your photoshoot.”
    “Why not?”
    “I don’t want too and….” Allie trailed off, her legs continuing to wiggle as she leaned against the row of cupboards. The rhythmic shuffling hypnotising to Eloise as she watched the pair of them dance their desperate dance, neither of them wanting to show how bad it had gotten. But it was easy to see, they had been struggling two days ago but now their antics had been dialled up to 11. Allie for her part unable to stand still for even a moment, the constant shuffling must have been burning her muscles but it was in order to save another assuredly tiring one.
    “And what?” Kay asked, showing similar signs of her need as she sat on the couch. Her crossed legs bobbing up and down next to Eloise. The French girl keeping an eye on them too ni the corner of her vision, a sight she had become well versed in over the last few days.
    “I, nothing… I just don’t feel like doing it.” Allie replied, her cheeks burning a little redder than before as she pushed off again and started dancing in front of the fridge, staring in even though Eloise could see she had already taken out the milk she was looking for.
    “I’ll do your washing up for a week” Kay rebutted, trying to bribe their housemate.
    “Really?” Allie asked, surprised by how badly Kay wanted her to be involved. “Why not go with Lucy, im sure she would love it.”
    “That’s why, its more fun to have you.” Kay smiled, getting a glare from Allie. “But yeah I’ll wash and Eloise will dry for the rest of the week.” Kay offered up despite not having talked to her about it. But then again it was for the photography society that had both signed up for, which Eloise had completely forgotten about.
    “Fine…but I’m not doing any stupid poses or anything like that.” Allie relented, breathing out heavily as she noticed the milk she had already gotten out. Her desperate mind failing to keep any coherent thought in for more than 2 minutes it seemed.
    “Nothing like that, don’t worry.” Kay answered her, grunting loudly as she forced herself up from the couch. A hand on her back as she puffed her cheeks out as if she had been doing some heavy lifting.
    “Where is everyone else by the way?” Zara asked, turning over to look at them from the couch where she sat. Her legs seemingly spread as far apart as possible, a triumphant posture for the winner of last night’s contest and the prize of an empty bladder.
    If there had been a loser it had been Summer, walking out of the venue she hadn’t been lucky to escape the attention of others. Her sodden blue socks and hem of her skirt giving her away as many of the students pointed and made comments. Their poor friend staring ashamedly at the floor in silence the entire way home. They had done their best to comfort her but it was clear that she just as Lucy had, was feeling sorry for herself.
    “I think some of them are feeling a little down because of, you know.” Kay said.
    “You telling me, looks like we are about to have two more.” Vanessa announced as she strode in wearing her running gear. But despite the confident outburst it was clear that she too was suffering with her bladder.
    “You’re telling me, but like you can say anything.” Allie shot back, managing a faint smile as a bead of sweat worked its way down from her brow and dripped off her nose.
    “Hey, this bladder is fine. Im not the one using the edge of the counter to hold myself.” She said, a cheeky smile appearing as she indicated to Kay.
    “Gross, that’s where I make my food.” Zara laughed heartily, clearly feigning her annoyance.
    “I tell you what we need.” Vanessa said, gingerly joining Zara on the sofa. Letting out a not so quiet groan even with the slow speed of her movement.
    “What? Zara asked.
    “A night in with lots of alcohol so everyone can forget the last couple of days.” She said, her idea clearly at odds with her bladder unless she was insane, or so Eloise thought.
    “That sounds like a plan.” Zara said excitedly. “Im up for some victory drinks.”
    “Should we ask the others?” Eloise asked, although half the house was now in the room.
    “Guys I…” Allie tried to speak but was interrupted by an excited Kay.
    “No, we should tell the others” Kay said authoritatively, vanessa and Zara pointing at her and agreeing whole heartedly.
    “Ok putting it in the group chat now, no question marks just facts.” Zara said, pulling out her phone and a few moments a series of dings went off in the kitchen.
     
     
    “Where… are… we going Kay?” Allie asked, stopping for a moment to put a hand on her thigh as she all but panted with exertion.
    “I want to go the campus.” Kay replied, her own breathing not too far behind.
    “Are you ok?” Eloise asked, a question she was starting to think was the only thing she could ask given the amount of times she had uttered it lately. But what else was there?
    “Oooh” Allie puffed her cheeks out again. “Man, I’ve never felt like this before. It feels like my insides are vibrating on their own.” Groaning she stood up straight, putting a thumb under the deadly tight jeans she was still forcing herself to wear despite how they all but cut her bladder in too. She had been wearing jogging bottoms for the last couple of days, but given that she was being photographed she had spent more than 10 minutes groaning as she buttoned them up. Eloise spying her lying in the foetal position on her bed through the crack in the door. She was truly suffering, the back of her light green top a shade darker from her burning body.
    10 minutes later they had made it up to the spot where the almost equally bloated Kay was happy. A busy intersection of the university with students milling around them.
    “Really…here?” Allie asked, putting a hand on her chest.
    “Yes here” Kay added, starting to unfold a tripod from her bag while she paced on the spot. Her entire face glistening despite the cool day, her hastily applied makeup already smudging. But she wasn’t the one that was going to be in front of the camera so Eloise doubted she really cared. It was clear something else was on her mind as she moved feverously on the spot, her hands unscrewing the legs.
    “Okay, Okay, Okay” Kay began muttering to herself, now stood behind the camera and visibly shaking. Her eyes glued to the small LCD screen on the back of the camera as she bobed up and down, walking on the spot. Her hand waving around all over the place as she focused down on the task at hand. Each heavy press of the button making the tripod shift slightly.
    “Oh shit” Kay said quietly, her left hand falling between her legs and giving herself a reassuring squeeze for a moment.
    “Ok, im good its set up.” She said, wiping her forehead with the back of her hoodie sleeve.
    “So, you…youi just want me there?” Allie asked, her own legs moving her in small circles, the pair of them attracting a lot of strange glances from the passers by. The two struggling women walking in tiny circles as they battled their enormous bladders demands to finally give them some relief.
    “Yep, just stand there for like two minutes”
    “Two minutes!” Allie said out loud, Eloise unsure if she could manage 2 seconds let alone 120.
    “Yeah”
    “What photo takes two minutes?” Allie said, clearly still upset about this revelation.
    “I want a time lapse; you know you stay still and everyone can move around behind you as a blur.” Kay said hastily as she uneasily waited to click the shutter button.
    “Kay, I don’t know.” Allie said, her eyes pleading with Kay.
    “You can do it, its just two minutes.” Kay smiled at her.
    “I, ok but make it fast.” Allie said.
    “I…ok?” Kay replied, confused by the statement. Two minutes was two minutes, not much she could do about that.
    “Ok, you can do this” Allie said, pumping herself up as she pressed firmly between her clenched thighs.
    “Ready?” Kay asked.
    “As I will ever be” Allie replied, her hands finally leaving her crotch as she took up a somewhat normal pose. Her hands grabbing the student brochure that Kay had hastily given to her as a prop.
    “Ok, now stay as still as possible” Kay said, herself moving non-stop. A loud click indicating that the photo had begun, just 120 seconds.
    “I…..” Allie stuttered almost immediately.
    “You can do it!” Kay shouted in support.
    “I….” Allie stuttered again, her eyes glancing down at her own crotch for a moment.
    “You are doing great, just a little longer.”
    “I…im sorry Kay but I think I’m about to make your photo a little more interesting than you meant it to be.” Allie shuddered, her head turning to look between her legs as the light grey of her jeans suddenly darkened. An explosion of wetness showering out of her clenched thighs, short but fierce bursts of piss showering out of them and darkening patches of her jeans. Strange patterns appearing all over her legs as the spurting continued, a thudding sound could be heard as the rest of her pee poured out behind her legs.
    Groaning she convulsed lightly, new streaks of wetness flowing from her crotch and down the front of her unmoving legs, a shower of wetness that was cascading and running down her legs. The wet patches shining anew as her accident continued to unfold in front of Eloise. The many rivulets spiralling down her legs and leaving trails in Allies clothing. Dripping into the muddy pool that she was making beneath her that was shinning brightly in the mid-day sun as it hung over her, accidently providing the perfect lighting for the ongoing photo of her accident.
    At almost the exact same moment a loud shutter noise signalled the end of the time-lapse, and Allie finished wetting herself. Stood routed to the spot she exhaled deeply “Fuck I needed that.” She laughed, her shoulders sagging forwards. The giant orb that was her bladder completely gone and her drenched jeans now fitting properly.
    “Well I hope you got what you needed because im not giving a repeat performance” She continued looking up at Kay who was now also routed to the spot. Her face bright red and both hands pulling up at her crotch for all she was worth.
    “I…..oooh.” Kay muttered, herself looking only moments from a similar fate as Allie.
    But breathing heavily she managed to pull herself together, “Sorry, I didn’t”…. she trailed off.
    “Yeah don’t worry. I thought I could hold it too.” Allie said clearly disappointed, but taking it far better than Lucy or Summer had.
    “Now can we get out of here, its actually quite cold in these wet jeans now I’m not sweating my balls off in desperation.” She said rather bluntly, the desperate kay just nodding and starting to pack away her things.
    “You better not show that to anyone” Allie said as they made their way down the hill again.
    Eloise had totally forgotten about the photo and now Allie had said that, she couldn’t help but wonder what it looked like. A two-minute time lapse of Allie peeing herself, what would that look like she wondered. Maybe she would have to find a way to get it, or try it herself… what was she thinking. Shaking her head and being repulsed by the weird idea that she would try it at home, what was happening to her thoughts? Where were all these new thoughts coming from, it had to just be because she was surrounded by desperate women that they were coming to her. Hopefully once this was over they would leave her be, although she couldn’t quite shake the feeling that this had always been something she enjoyed. Memories of holding it slightly longer than needed under the guise of studying as her bladder throbbed at the kitchen table. The odd road trip where she would see how long or how far she could go without needing to stop, even asking friends and family members to do the same. Had she always liked this…No it was just this week…it had to be.
     
     
    “Eloise?” Kay said, brining her out of her confused stupor. The pair of them now sat in the kitchen, Kay on the phone with Summer who was at the shop.
    “Yeah sorry?”
    “What drinks do you want?”
    “Oh, do they have any brandy?”
    “Brandy?” Kay lowered an eyebrow at her before nodding and passing on the order. The dark brunette now sitting in the back of the kitchen, her legs tightly crossed and bobbing up and down wildly. She had been there ever since she had barely survived the walk back, the new sitting position clearly helping her maintain her control a little easier.
    “What bout snacks?” Kay asked, her hand over the phone.
    “Don’t mind, crisps, maybe pretzels if they have any?” Eloise replied.
    “Pretzels and Brandy, not quite the night in of drinking I was expecting” Kay joked before a violent shake in her body forced her to frown deeply, a hand steadying herself on her thigh as she leaned forwards a little more. A deep sweat all over her body despite the fact she was barely moving.  Taking a deep breath she put the phone back to her ear and passed on the new order to the group of them at the store.
    “Oh god!” Kay groaned loudly after putting the phone down. Both her hands falling between her clenching and knotted legs, “I don’t know how much longer I can hold this.”
    “What?” Eloise said shocked by her friends openness, her eyes awkwardly meeting hers as she felt her stomach flutter slightly at Kays admission.
    “I don’t know the last time I held this long. Even the end of year test wasn’t this bad.” Kay said looking her in the eyes, causing Eloise to blush and look away.
    “Umm, I mean….you have lasted this long. Its way more than I could manage. Like 10 times as long!” Eloise blurted out, aiming for supportive but ending up a little past that.
    “Yeah, I suppose” Kay said, finally looking down and placing a hand on her heavily distended bladder. The giant protrusion locked tightly shut for over a week now, yet both of them seemed to sense the end was near. But who knew when the classes were to start again, they knew she couldn’t give up. If her or Vanessa did and it turned out the buildings opened the next morning they would be kicking themselves for the rest of the year. They just had to hold out.
     
    A short while later the others arrived noisily through the front door, bottles clinking in the bags they had brought with them. Unpacking them the kitchen counter was covered in all sort of alcohol, bottles and cans of beer covering most it while large vodka bottles towered above the other bottles.
    Admiring their handywork Kay let out a loud sigh, grunting as she reached across for the first bottle. “Its six o’clock somewhere.” She smiled, cracking open the first bottle using the edge of the counter instead of a bottle opener. The others shrugging and joining her with a beer of their own while Eloise checked her watch. It was already 7.15Pm, why did it matter that it was 6pm somewhere else.
    “I will order the Pizza, same as last week?” Zara offered, opening her laptop.
    “Sounds good!” Kay said, raising her bottle. The others joining in a little impromptu toast, taking a sip from their own bottles. Well except Summer who seemed to be in the mood to get things started, downing her entire beer in one go and sighing deeply.
    “Some ones in the mood to party” Lucy joked.
    “Oh, sorry.” Summer said kind of sheepishly, her face blushing as she realised everyone was watching her.
    “No, don’t apologise just let me catch up!” Lucy said enthusiastically as she downed the rest of hers.
    “Well…if everyone else is.” Kay said, lifting her own bottle to her lips and starting to down it. A hand resting on her bladder as she scrunched up her face, forcing the beer down her throat.
    “Come on guys, keep up.” She smiled, her body wobbling slightly as she sat there. Vanessa, Julia and Zara sharing a look before joining in.
    “Well, im on Vodka so I will not be downing that.” Allie joked, unscrewing the top off the first bottle and pouring a little in a cup before downing the shots worth as a show of solidarity.
    “Your turn” Kay said loudly, uncapping the next bottle and pointing at Eloise with it.
    Taking a leaf from Allies book she unscrewed the brandy, pouring a fingers worth into a glass. Taking a deep breath she tipped the glass back feeling the familiar burn but then a weird acidic feeling taking over.
    “Urrgh, what is that?”
    “Its brandy, what you asked for.”
    “That is the worst brandy I have ever had, what is this.” She said inspecting the bottle. “What on earth is a  brandy drink?” she asked out loud, never having seen the words together but sure they were not a sign of quality.
    “Cheap, you’re a student now remember.” Zara joked.
    “True, but I will not be doing any more shots of that.” Eloise said, mixing it with some soda that had been bought as mixer.
    “Ok, lets get this party started!” Zara said enthusiastically, pulling out a box of cards.
    “Not this again, I remember you forcing me to play that like two years ago.” Julia said out loud.
    “Well, it’s a good way of getting to know each other, and then drinking enough to forget it all again.” Zara smiled.
    “Well, sounds fun.” Summer joined in, “what is it though?”
    “Its called first, like spin the bottle. It has a little dial thing you spin like this” she said spinning it, it landing on Vanessa. “Then Vanessa grabs one of the cards which will have a promt on it and you have to answer what your first experience of it was.”
    “Like never have I ever.” Kay said.
    “Never have I ever?” Eloise asked, understanding the game but getting lost with the annology.
    “Its like a game where….” Allie started.
    “Look forget that, lets just play this.” Zara interrupted, before things could get too confusing. “Now grab a drink and Vanessa grab a card.”
    Groaning deeply as she tried to stand to move to the box the others watched her for a moment before she seemingly gave up. “Just slide one over will you?”
    Sliding over a card Vanessa picked it up “It just says broken bone.” She said turning it around.
    “Yeah so you can either take a drink, or tell us what your first broken bone was. Bit of a tame one to start with but they get way more…interesting.”
    “Oh ok, I was Nine and I fell off a Donkey” Vanessa said putting the card down.
    “A donkey, not a horse?” Julia asked, raising an eyebrow.
    “Yeah my neighbour had one and I tried to ride it and well, it didn’t want to be.”
    “Not the only thing you have tried to ride and it not wanting to be.” Lucy chimed in.
    “What does that even mean?” Vanessa said blushing.
    “Oh I don’t know, what about Luke in first year.” Lucy said, her smile only widening as Vanessa clearly understood what she was referring too.
    “You can shut up now!” Vanessa shot back, eyeing her friend.
    “Rejected!” Lucy said loudly.
    “Well that wasn’t even a question but how about you have a go then, lets see what secrets we can unearth on you.” Vanessa countered, pointing to the box of cards.
    “Fine, we don’t need a spinner, lets just go around.” Lucy said, taking out a card before sitting back on her chair. An embarrassed smile coming across her face as she turned around a card that simply read “sex”.
    “Whheeyyy” Vanessa said slightly too enthusiastically as her eyes widened again, her hand flying between her legs. The conversation momentarily distracting her and she had almost paid the price, going off the look of panic creeping across her face.
    “Do try not to wet yourself” Lucy joking shot back but they could all tell she had been moments away from doing just that. Crossing one leg over the other even tighter Vanessa shifted in her seat uncomfortably.
    “Come on then.” Zara said, indicating for Lucy to explain herself.
    “Well, I was 14”
    “14!” Julia and Allie said loudly at the same time.
    “What, loads of people were doing it at that age in my school.” Lucy tried to defend herself.
    “Many of your friends been on that teenage parents tv show?” Zara joked.
    “Well actually…. yes. As in not friends but people from my school.”
    “Oh my god I was joking, but that is amazing.” Zara said. The group laughing and opening the next round of beers.
    Over the next few hours the group went through almost all of the questions and almost all of the beer. It was safe to say that Eloise now knew more about her housemates than she had most other people in her life, and unfortunately they knew far more embarrassing things about her than she had ever told anyone else. She just couldn’t seem to help it, her housemates were just too good at prying things out of her, although she had to admit it felt good to find a group of friends she could trust not to hopefully do anything with the information.
    Although just looking at them, it seemed Zara may have been right about them being too drunk to remember any of it. The girls in particular Summer and Lucy had been pounding back the beers, taking almost an entire crate by themselves at this point.
    Although what had surprised her more was the quantity that Kay and Vanessa were drinking despite their bulging bladders. Kay in particular seemed to be throwing caution to the wind, almost keeping up with Summer and egging people on to drink more and more. Calling out people who didn’t have a drink in their hands from her seat, making Lucy and Zara hand them another.
    “Hey Allie, can you pass me the soda please.” Eloise asked, pouring herself another and unwittingly noticing that almost half the bottle of brandy was gone. At least it wasn’t as strong as what she was use to in France.
    “Sure thing Eloise.” Allie said smiling.
    “Look at you too, thick as thieves over there with your fancy drinks.” An intoxicated Kay said in a mockingly playful way.
    “What we are just being friendly, sheesh.” Allie joked back, handing over the soda.
    “Oooh, Drink friends.” Lucy joked, a chorus of it going around the others leaving Eloise perplexed. A clear look of confusion on her face.
    “Please tell me you have seen inbetweeners?” Zara asked, sitting up in her seat for the first time in a while.
    “Inbetweeners?” Eloise asked.
    “Sorry, im on their side.” Allie said smiling.
    “Quint…quintisssss…..quintessential British comedy show that you have to see.” Summer said, slurring her words slightly.
    “Oooh someone stop her drinks.” Lucy joked.
    “Im fine, just a hard word when you are drunk. Not that I am!” Summer said, pointing an unsteady finger somewhere in the vicinity of Lucy.
    “Looks like that wont be much of an issue anyway.” Julia said, upturning the last crate of beers. “Looks like we are out.”
    “We are out of snacks too” Allie said, her hand grasping a number of empty crisp packets that lay on the kitchen worktop.
    “Well this wont stand!” Summer said, standing quickly and teetering as the blood rushed out of it.
    “That’s not the only thing.” Julia said, standing and helping Summer back into her seat.
    “Ok, booze run, get your orders in now.” Lucy said, downing the rest of her bottle and getting to her feet.
    “Ill come with you, I think I need the air” Allie said.
    “Yeah, im coming too, need more snacks!” Vanessa and Zara joined in.
    Taking their orders the group grabbed some flat shoes and their coats, making a slow amble towards the front door. Clunking behind them it left a slightly awkward silence with just the four of them sitting in the lounge that looked like a bomb had gone off in it.
    Summer broke the silence by starting to giggle to herself for some reason.
    “What’s so funny?” Julia asked
    “I don’t know.” Summer said standing up and tipping remnants of one of her bottles into her waiting mouth.
    “Oh no!” Summer said loudly, wobbling where she stood a hand flying to her stomach.
    “What, are you?” Eloise asked, the blonde going deathly pale in an instant.
    “I…I…Im going to be sick” She said, her eyes wide and the other hand shooting to her mouth. Turning she quickly ran towards the stairs, taking them too at a time and crashing into the shower rooms above them.
    “I better go check on her.” Julia said after a few seconds, grabbing a cup of water and taking it up to Summer. Leaving just Eloise and the groaning Kay in the room.
    From where she was sat Eloise was watching her attentively, the brunette tomboy rocking on the chair she hadn’t left for hours now. A hand deep in the pockets of her jogging bottoms and clearly holding herself as she let out short sharp breaths. Drawing in air through her nose and letting it out of her mouth, she looked almost as if she was mediating in some ways.
    A few minutes passed as Eloise kept waiting for Julia to come back, unsure of what to say to Kay but unable to take her eyes off her and her giant bladder. Kay had been quiet for the last few hours, actively taking part in the game until her bladder seemingly made that impossible. The other trying to include her but only getting single word answers or her choosing to drink as a response. She was on the very edges of control, and the few braincells the beer had left her with were otherwise occupied.
    “Oooh, no, no , no , no ,no” Kay muttered to herself as she rocked on the kitchen chair, the first thing she had said for almost 45 minutes.  Her eyes were fixed on a point in front of her as she struggled for control. The night of heavy drinking making her quiver in desperation. Now with just her and Eloise in the room her heavy breathing, pants and groans were too loud for the French girl block out.
    “OOOoffff” Kay groaned again as she pivoted her hips to apply more pressure on her hand that was gripping herself between her legs. The other joining it on the outside of her trousers, her short nails digging into the fabric of her trousers as she squeezed her legs tightly.
    “I can…” Kay said breathlessly to no one.
    “Just a little longer and….” Her brain tried again, unable to finish its sentences as her bloated and bulging bladder quivered inside her. Sweat was pouring off her brow now, her neck muscles twitching and taught as she grunted much louder this time.
    “Ooofff fuck” she groaned hoarsely, her head tilting back and eyes scrunching closed. Eloise watched on, unable to look away as her own legs pressed against each other, her heart beating faster as she felt her body becoming hot. She was sure Kay was reaching her limits, limits she had seen her pass 12 hours ago when they were outside with Allie. The memories of Allies slow laboured accident unfolding in her mind, this time joined with Kay.
    “No, no, no, no….”The woman in front of her panted, her body constantly shaking now.
    “ooooOOOHHHFFF” Kay groaned again but this was the final moment as she finally lost control, her jogging bottoms darkening as a flood of pee hissed out of her. Overflowing the chair in an instant it created a noisy waterfall off onto the kitchen floor of it as Kay continued to breath heavily. Her hips starting to gyrate against the chair as she panted, almost thrusting forward causing wave after wave of her hot pee to fall from the chair, heavily splattering against the floor. The enormous bulge in her abdomen barely even shirking as the litres of pee burst out of her, she had pushed it hours longer than she had before. Pushing her limits to new hights as she had not only forced it to wait but ruthlessly filled it over the last few hours.
    Continuing for almost 20 seconds Kay’s eyes were closed, her hips moving as she panted, only Eloise witnessing the display that was making her a little light headed. She had been denying what she had been feeling as she watched her friends get more and more desperate, but this intimate almost voyeuristic view of Kay wetting herself was too much. Her heart fluttered violently as her breath caught in her chest, eyes glued to the glistening crotch of her friend that continued press itself into the chair. The ocean of pee within Kay now flowing freely through the darkened and saturated cotton. It felt as if it was almost like her sexual awakening, a lightbulb turning on in her mind, she was into this and she could deny it no longer as she let out a quiet whimper.
    Kay finally opened her eyes. The two of them accidently locking eyes and blushing madly, both caught out enjoying what was going on.
    “Im sorry…” Eloise stuttered madly averting her gaze and staring at the floor, but even out of the corner of her vision she could see Kay’s puddle slowly advancing across the floor towards her.
    “Oh god” Kay said again, her voice several octaves lower than normal. The loud splashing telling Eloise her hips were still moving. “I forgot how good this felt.” Kay announced, with no sense of embarrassment.
    “I….uh” Eloise looked up, finding that Kay was still watching her.
    “I thought so” Kay started, smiling broadly before her eyes rolled back in her head for a moment.
    “don’t worry, you would be surprised…Surprised by how many people…Pee, people are into this, especially at this place…Just don’t get any ideas” Kay smiled for a moment before her body doubled over and caused her to visibly wince. Her overfilled bladder clearly still sending painful signals through her body even as it relaxed.
    “I…really?” Eloise replied sheepishly. She hadn’t even considered it to be a thing someone could be into, but she couldn’t deny her own feelings on the matter.
    Holding up two fingers as if to tell her to wait a minute Kay put her hand on her thigh. Leaning forwards she closed her eyes, the river of urine still flowing out of her and onto the floor beneath the thankfully wooden chair. She looked lost in her own world once again, the only sounds the hiss through her sodden underwear and the drumming of the streams onto the floor. For more than two minutes Eloise stood there, unsure of what to do but enjoying the sight of the red faced kay wetting herself.
    Finally she finished, letting out a long sigh Kay shivered violently in her seat for a few moments. Opening her eyes she locked them with the awkward looking Eloise.
    “Lets just not tell anyone about this though” She said breathlessly.
    “Wont they notice the…”
    “No, about the…enjoying it” Kay smiled, her face relaxed for the first time in days.
    “But I thought you said…”
    “Look a lot of people enjoy it, but its not really a talked about thing. Given the emphasis on holding at this university, enjoying losing control is probably as taboo as you can get around her.”
    “Oh ok” Eloise said.
    “But don’t get me wrong, I think a lot of people still enjoy it. But just don’t go around talking about it, and you can never know who does and doesn’t like it. Some people can be freaked out about it, I’m sure even yourself last week would have been if I had just squatted in the middle of the kitchen.”
    “I…Yeah, thank you.” Eloise replied, still not quite able to look her friend in the eye after the intimate moment.
    “No problem, but if I can stand, we should probably clean this mess up before it ruins the floor” Kay said smiling and looking down at the giant puddle she had created fondly.
     
     
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    Slightly shorter chapter and maybe a bit of a different tone but I hope you all enjoyed it!
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    ola93 reacted to Beloved in My bladder   
    today I broke my record. It used to be 1300ml. It's 1500 now. 

    This is my empty belly 
    And this is with a full bladder

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    ola93 reacted to Foxlover in A Meeting of Chance   
    This was a commission I did! Hope you all enjoy!

     
    “...Hmm...swear this used to be cheaper…” 26-year-old Ricky Foster grumbled to himself as he frowned down at the can of kidney beans in his hand. He had been standing in the canned vegetable aisle for the past 5 minutes, one hand on his cart and the other still clasped around the aluminum cylinder that he was sure had inexplicably gone up in price since he was last at the store. He supposed that’s what he’d signed up for, though, when he decided to do his Doctorate in California...come for the top notch oceanography programs, stay for the random upswings in price of non-perishables. 
    With a sigh, he tossed the can into his cart and moved on, pulling out his phone to check his list. All that was left was corn, canned tomatoes and this cobalt-blue eyes sweeping the shelves. He only had a few more items left, and they were all in this aisle; he’d been deliberate about that, marking the quickest pathway between himself and the checkout counter to retrieve his groceries. Ricky always liked having a solid plan when undertaking mundane expeditions such as these; conserving time was always a goal of his. It had to be, especially when balancing a dual major in biology and nature conservation for undergrad… impeccable time management was paramount to success. 
    He pushed his cart further down, eyes already on the corn… there was but a single can of his favorite brand left. 
    Perfect timing. 
    He reached for the can, not noticing another hand reaching for the same one. As the two hands touched, he blinked, looking down with slight irritation at who would be trying to muscle in on his corn… then suddenly, his eyes widened. 
    It was a woman, Latina, early thirties, clad in a pink t-shirt and lycra black leggings. Her dark haired tied in a ponytail underneath a ratty worn cap...but there was no mistaking those brilliant green eyes, nor the cute little dimple in her caramel cheeks… a dimple he’d been unable to look away from, all those years ago in 11th grade Anatomy… he suddenly felt very self-conscious about his choice of t-shirt, gym shorts and sandals.
    “...Ms. Jiminez!?” He breathed, staring down at his former teacher. 
    The woman herself blinked, as if confused to hear her name as she turned to him. “...I’m sorry, do I know you?” She murmured in that sweet, slightly accented strain Ricky had always felt fond of. 
    The young man nodded, smiling widely. “Y-yeah, it’s me, Ricky Foster! We were...I was in your class, back at Westmond High in Nevada? Class of 2013?”
    The woman blinked before realization slowly dawned on her face, her own eyes widening. 
    “...Ricky?” She breathed incredulously before shrieking in delight as she threw her arms around him in a hug. Her teakwood locks smelled just like he remembered...cacao and cinnamon, with a hint of orange. Ricky immediately reddened, but he returned the hug emphatically, trying his best not to let on how flustered he was. 
    The woman pulled back with a chuckle, her eyes sparkling as she grinned up at him. “Wow, I...I’m so sorry, I didn't even recognize you! You’re so tall, now! God, it’s been...what, seven years?” She exclaimed. 
    Ricky swallowed, but he nodded in assent. “Yeah, something like that, haha…” He chuckled in turn, smiling down at the woman. “Last time I saw you was graduation, back home…” He recounted, thinking back to walking across the stage to receive his high school diploma… seeing Ms. Jiminez’s disarming smile...nearly tripping over his gown…
    The woman laughed again. “Wow, seems like just yesterday you were sliding into class early to work on homework before the bell rang… you were always the only student that did…” 
    Ricky remembered that, too...Sidling into 1st period Anatomy a half hour before class started to get work done. Ms. Jiminez was always early to school, and her classroom was open an hour before the first bell… Ricky would always love going in there, seeing all the diagrams and charts she kept around the room, and the skeleton in the corner that she would dress up for the holidays...a santa hat for christmas, a pilgrim hat for Thanksgiving, a sash saying “If I didn’t have you, I wouldn’t have any-body” for Valentines Day… he could always count on her for a bright smile and a warm greeting, which he began to rely on to start his day...and sometimes, in the winter, she’d bring a thermos of her abuela’s spiced hot chocolate, and share it with him...
    Clearing his throat and sincerely hoping his face wasn’t red as it felt, he looked back up at her...and for the first time, he noticed that her left hand was bare...conspicuously absent the engagement ring he’d so often scowl at in his youth. “So...what brings you out here?” He asked, forcing his eyes up from her hand to her face.
    The woman took a deep breath, letting it fill up her cheeks before blowing it back out. “Wow, um...well, a lot of things, really. I’m from here, actually, did you know? Well, not here here, but, San Diego... born and raised.” She uttered proudly, grinning again. “And, um...Obviously, I’m not teaching at Westmond anymore...family moved here a few years back, and Mom’s getting on in age... all my brothers are abroad, and both my sisters have husbands and kids, so they aren’t really around to look in on her… they suggested maybe I move back home…” She said with a dry chuckle, folding her arms. “And, well, after how I left things with Martin, I didn’t see anything tethering me to Nevada…” She murmured, her voice trailing off as a cloud came over her face. 
    Suddenly, she snapped out of it with a shake of her head. “Ahah, but you don’t want to hear about all that, I’m sure, haha…” She chuckled. “Anyway, a school in La Jolla offered me a pretty sweet gig with a position funded by their new science endowment, and I took it.” She said, shrugging.
    Ricky’s eyes widened. Ms. Jiminez lived here now? 
    “That’s great!” He exclaimed, a little more excitedly than he meant to. “Like...A whole new crop of kids are gonna get the best Biology teacher around...” 
    The woman chuckled.  “You’re too kind… and yeah...Seemed like the universe was pushing me back here, so...here I am!” She laughed. “Guess it pushed you here, too, huh?” 
    Ricky had been so caught up in processing the fact that she was no longer engaged that he nearly missed her question. “Huh? Oh, yeah, uh...I’m doing my Doctorate, over at UCSD...got a great oceanography program over there…”
    The woman tapped her chin, still grinning. “Ooh, oceanography...sounds fancy…” She chuckled. 
    Ricky returned the smile, albeit a bit nervously...He cursed himself for being so awkward. So what if it was the teacher he used to crush on, whose beauty was only exceeded by her kindness? So what if it was her class that made him want to pursue biology, and later oceanography? So what if she was now single and living in the same city as he was? 
    ….So what?
    He chuckled to silence his inner dialogue. “Yeah, I guess you could say that...they’ve got all the best equipment for flora and fauna capture, water sampling, profilers...there’s even a grant proposal being written up to send a student probe to the Mariana, they’ll-” 
    He stopped himself as he realized he was rambling, his face reddening for what seemed like the umpteenth time. “Ah...sorry…” He chuckled.
    The woman laughed again. “Not at all! I always loved seeing how your face lit up when you talked about this stuff in school...there’s hardly a better feeling for a teacher than seeing a student who’s passionate about learning…” She murmured, smiling gently up at him. 
    He smiled back, looking down into her eyes… those deep, hypnotic green eyes…
    Shaking his head, he cleared his throat once more. “Ah, so, yeah, um...Did you...want this?” He murmured, looking back at the can of corn in his hand. 
    The woman’s eyes followed his to the can, and a sheepish smile spread on her face. “Ah, this is kind of embarrassing, but...that’s my favorite kind…” She chuckled. “My mother always used to use it when making empanadas...reminds me of my childhood…”
    Ricky looked up, his eyes wide. “Really? This is my favorite kind, too! Cause my mom would make corn muffins with little bits of corn in it…” 
    Both of them stared at each other before bursting out laughing, sharing in the ridiculousness of having a favorite corn brand. They spent the next few moments heeing and hawing and having a grand old time before finally calming down enough to revel in the breaking of tension. 
    Wiping a tear from his eye, Ricky took a few gulpfuls of air to get himself back right. “Ha...haha here, you can have it, Ms. Jiminez…” He chortled, handing over the corn. 
    “Oh no, I think I’ll be fine, I’m sure Mom’s got cans of the stuff…” the woman murmured, still grinning as she held up her hands. “Besides...this chat is worth the corn…and please, call me Daniela...” She murmured, smiling up at him again. 
    Ricky swallowed. “Ah..okay...Daniela...I insist…” He murmured, holding the corn out to her. 
    The woman looked at him for a moment before smiling and taking the can. “Well, if you insist…” She chuckled. 
     “Well, um...that’s all I need…” He murmured, racking his brains to try and figure out a way to keep the conversation from ending. 
    The woman sighed gently, still slightly giggly. “Well, since I got the corn, guess I’m all set too…Ready for checkout?” She chuckled, moving towards the line… Clearly she didn’t want the conversation to end either. Ricky followed, his own smile lingering.
    Just then, an announcement came over the intercom. “Attention, Ralph’s shoppers...due to a burst water main, the toilets will be out of commission for the next few hours...we apologize for this inconvenience…” The announcement cut off just as some muffled shouting could be heard. 
    Ricky frowned, his eyes flitting to the end of the aisle and towards the checkout lanes, where a middle-aged blonde woman in jeans and a blouse could be seen arguing vociferously with a frazzled looking store clerk. She appeared to be pointing and yelling in frustration, occasionally pointing back at the out-of-commission restrooms. She looked to be holding a dancing little girl by the hand, obviously in need of a toilet. And if the way the woman was bending at the hip and pressing her own thighs together was any indication, her daughter wasn’t the only one. 
    Ricky felt his heart skip a beat. Unbeknownst to anyone, he had a...fetish, one would call it. For as long he could remember, he’d had an obsession with watching women hold their pee… he’d spent many a night hour on various adult sites, scrolling through pages of videos detailing women in situations where they were forced to ignore the call of nature, stuck in places with overflowingly full bladders and unable to empty them… He’d take himself in hand, stroking along to the rhythm of their bouncing thighs, his own bladder near full to bursting as he worked himself up to a climax while watching the bulbous protrusions in each of the women’s abdomens.
    “Huh…” Ricky muttered, trying to keep his voice steady. “That’s... inconvenient…” He murmured, his eyes shifting over to Ms. Jiminez as they made their way to the checkout. 
    The woman chuckled, looking at him. “Is it?” 
    Ricky blinked, now turning fully to look at her. “...Isn’t it?” He murmured, feeling his pulse quicken.
    The woman merely shrugged. “I dunno...maybe for her...Personally, I don’t see what the big deal is, she can just wait till she gets home…That’s what I’d do, anyway...”
    Ricky swallowed again, taking a deep breath. “Well, she might have other places to go...might be a long time to wait…”
    The woman chuckled again. “She’s a grown woman, she’ll be fine…” 
    Ricky didn’t even know how to respond… how could he? He couldn’t very well tell her why he was so interested…
    Luckily, it seemed Ms. Jiminez had moved on already, sighing as she looked around. “You know...this store wasn’t even here when I was a kid...the whole city’s changed so much, though I guess 15 years away will do that, heh…”
    Ricky could hear the blood thundering in his ears as he pulled out his debit card to complete the transaction.
     “Well, I mean...I’ve been out here for some time, and I know it can be... kinda tricky, to navigate...So, uh... If you’re looking for a re-introduction, I could show you some of my favorite spots… like, there’s a cafe near here that’s got great muffins…you know, if you like that...sort of thing...” He ramblingly offered, trying to keep his voice light despite the trembling in his chest. 
    The woman blinked, slowly turning to look up at him. She seemed to be carefully considering his words, and the silence seemed to stretch on forever...Ricky hardly dared to breathe, feeling wholly present in his body and yet floating above, omniscient, at the same time.
    “Sure, that sounds nice…” She said finally, a small smile gracing her lips as she pulled out her phone. “I’ve got some time Saturday morning...”
    Ricky blinked, nodding, his whole body numb. “Yeah, sure, sounds good...Uh, lemme just, uh… Send you the address…” He murmured, pulling out his own phone. He typed in the address, pulled up the address and then screenshotted the map. 
    “...Is your Airdrop on, or…oh here, I see it...” He murmured, chuckling as he clicked on the icon that popped up. 
    A moment later, the woman’s phone buzzed as it received the photo. “Okay, got it.” She confirmed, smiling.
    Ricky nodded, putting the last of his items into his bag. “Cool...so, Saturday...let’s say, 11?” He said, looking up.
    Daniela hoisted her own bag, smiling up at him. “Sounds like a plan. See you then…and thanks for the corn...” She murmured, giving him a little wave before turning and sauntering out of the store. 
    Ricky felt like he was walking on air all the way back to his car. He’d come to the store for some groceries and left with plans for a date with his vivacious and gorgeous former high school biology teacher. Life sure was funny.
    ~~
    The rest of the week passed relatively painlessly...Ricky managed to busy himself with school and other distractions as he awaited Saturday and the coffee meet, though the anticipation continued to buzz in his mind, shocking him with little jolts of excitement every time he thought about it. 
    Finally, the morning came, and Ricky was up at 9 AM with crippling anxiety. What if he was making a mistake? He’d often fantasized about spending time with Ms. Jiminez in school, but that was just a silly little boyhood crush...now that it was actually happening, Ricky wasn’t excited. He was terrified.
    Still, that didn’t stop him from taking a quick shower and throwing on a pair of dark jeans and a light sweater...perfect for cooler San Diego weather and coffee not-quite-dates with your former teacher. He checked himself in the mirror...he looked nicely dressed, but not too nicely dressed...Luckily for him, he’d gotten taller and filled out since high school, and though he still wouldn’t consider himself “muscular”, he definitely had some definition that wasn’t there in his teenage years.
    He left his building at 10:30, anticipating traffic for the weekend, arriving at the shop promptly at 10:47. He pushed open the doors, invigorated by the scent of mocha and chai. 
    He took a seat near the window, taking a deep breath and settling himself in for the wait.
    Hardly 10 minutes passed before he began checking his phone for the time; had he gotten here too early? Was he gonna look silly already sitting here?
    15 more minutes passed, and he was beginning to get slightly anxious. What if she had had second thoughts? He was one of her former students, after all… perhaps the fact that she knew him as a teenager bothered her more than she realized. 
    Ricky swallowed, looking at the table. Maybe he really was deluding himself...maybe he should-
    Suddenly, a little gray Prius pulled up in the parking lot in front of the shop. The door opened, and out stepped a dark-shaded Daniela, decked out in her own pair of dark jeans that hugged her hips and thighs quite nicely, a cream camisole top, a pumpkin colored scarf and a light brown jacket. Strands of her hair blew in the wind as she came up to the door, opening it and stepping inside. She removed her sunglasses, peering anxiously around the small shop as if looking for something. 
    “Daniela! Over here!” Ricky called, waving her down. The woman turned to him, a smile splitting her features as she came over and took a seat across from him. “Hey! Sorry I’m late...I was up late last night grading tests…Midterms are brutal...” She explained as she removed her purse from her shoulder. 
    Just then, a young woman came to the table, smiling at the both of them. “Hello, and welcome to Duponte...what’ll you have?” 
    Daniela’s eyes flitted to Ricky, who motioned for her to go first. 
    “Could I just get an iced coffee? Biggest you have, and with oat milk?” She turned to Ricky with another sheepish grin.
    The server scribbled on her pad. “Sure thing… and for you?” She murmured, turning to Ricky. 
    “Some rum raisin spice cake, and some water, please…” He said. 
    “Oooh, make that two…” Daniela cut in, biting her lip as she smiled up at the server. 
    The server scribbled some more before closing her pad. “Perfect, coming right up!” She murmured, turning and leaving the two to chat. 
    Daniela sighed gently, turning back to the young man with an apologetic grin. “Again, sorry I’m late… I set my alarm clock for 8, but I was up till nearly three grading those damn tests...Oh!” She squeaked, covering her mouth for a moment before visibly relaxing. “Ah, sorry about that… Brain still in school mode, can’t be swearing in front of the kids…” She chuckled. 
    Ricky found himself smiling, his anxiety melting away. 
    “Anyway, where was I? Oh, right… I went to bed around 4, slept right through the damn alarm...woke up at 10:45…” She sighed, leaning her elbows on the table and sliding her fingers through her hair. “I bolted out of bed, did the QUICKEST teeth brushing ever, threw on my clothes, and hopped in the car...and I was still late…” 
    Ricky hadn’t wanted to fixate on the fact that the woman had conspicuously omitted any mention of a morning pee, nor the fact that she was about to chug a grande-sized iced coffee. Things were weird enough as it was, no need to push it…
    They chatted idly for the next several minutes… about how Daniela was adjusting to being home, Ricky’s work, and his focuses during undergrad and graduate programs. 
    The server brought out their items soon after, and within moments Daniela had drained nearly a third of her latte.
    “Sorry…” She murmured, pulling back from the straw and smacking her lips. “Like I said, late night...plus, kind of an addict, heh…”
    They continued to talk more, with Ricky going into some of his knowledge about the places in the neighborhood he frequented and Daniela recounting what used to be there. They were finding themselves to have quite a bit in common despite their age difference...and while it was weird for Ricky to talk so casually like this with someone who used to grade his homework, he found that the juxtaposition made the conversation even more engaging. 
    Before they knew it, two hours had passed, and Ricky was definitely feeling that water go through him… but he didn’t dare move, not when his mind had been slowly tallying how many glasses of water Daniela had had… 2 with her spice cake, and 2 more besides...plus the large latte...and all of that was sitting on top of her morning piss, she had to be desperate...yet she merely continued to go on chatting idly as if nothing was wrong. It just didn’t add up.
    After a few more minutes, Ricky decided to try an experiment. “Be right back, I’m gonna go to the bathroom…” He murmured, getting to his feet. 
    Daniela nodded, still smiling. “Okay, I’ll wait here…” She murmured, taking a sip from her recently refilled glass. 
    Ricky felt his heart leap again. She was just going to wait? She wasn’t going to follow, try to get some relief of her own? 
    He swallowed as he went up to the counter to get the bathroom code from the barista before striding towards it, tucking his hands in his pocket to adjust his pants around his rising member. 
    Ok, Rick, just be cool...she probably peed before she came, don’t get worked up… 
    Still, as he pushed open the doors to the bathroom, he couldn’t shake the thought. Especially after what happened when they met at the store, how she said she wouldn’t pee there even if she could...what had that meant?
    He stared at himself in the mirror...his reflection stared back, just as anxious as he felt… He steeled his nerves. No sense worrying over hypotheticals...and if she wasn’t going to pee, neither was he.
    And so, Ricky left the bathroom unrelieved, heading back towards the table where Daniela had taken to glancing at her phone. 
    He sat back down, noticing that her water was empty once again as the waiter came to refill it. 
    He didn’t know how to broach the subject, and he was racking his brains trying to figure out a solution.
    “Well, I gotta say, Ricky…” The woman said as she finished what she was typing. “Part of me had reservations about today...you know, with you being a former student of mine, but...we’re both adults, and it really has been nice talking to you…” 
    Ricky forced himself to move his mind away from the contents of his former teacher’s bladder, smiling in turn. “Yeah...yeah, it has… Sorry about making you rush, like that…”
    The woman waved the apology away. “It’s my own fault...Should’ve just gone to bed at 11, like I’d planned...but then 11 became 12, 12 became one… and so on and so forth, until I was waking up and rushing out with only enough time to brush my teeth…” She sighed. 
    Ricky swallowed. He was so close. “Wow…” He murmured. “Brush your teeth? That’s it?” 
    Daniela blinked. “Well, yeah...I mean, we said 11, and I didn’t get your number so I couldn’t exactly tell you I was running late...I just had to get out and hope you were still here when I arrived…” She laughed. 
    Ricky tried to keep himself calm. “So, then...I guess you’ll probably be wanting the bathroom code, huh?” He asked, keeping his voice steady as he could. He murmured, kicking himself over the inelegant insertion...but he had no other option. Though if Daniela was put out by the strange comment, she didn’t show it.
     “Oh, thanks, but I’m good.” She said, adjusting in her seat. 
    There it was. Not only had Daniela skipped her morning pee to meet him, but she’d consumed 6 glasses of water and an entire latte on top of that without even breaking a sweat. 
    “...Wow...Really?” The young man croaked, clearing his throat. “That’s...surprising…” 
    Just then, the woman’s phone buzzed. She frowned, picking it up before huffing. “Shit...I’m sorry, Ricky, I gotta go… I totally lost track of time, I have to proctor make-up exams at the school today…” She murmured, getting to her feet and shouldering her purse before digging out some money for her food. 
    Ricky nodded, swallowing down his disappointment as he rose with her, pulling out his own phone for digital payment on the little pad next to their plates. “Ah, okay...well, it was great to see you…” 
    Daniela smiled. “Yeah, you too… we should do this again, sometime…” She murmured, smiling genially up at him. 
    “Next weekend?” Ricky blurted before he could stop himself. 
    Daniela looked slightly surprised, but her smile quickly returned. “Yeah, okay...same place, same time? And…” 
    The woman took Ricky’s phone from his hand, opening an app and tapping for a moment before handing it back to him. He took the phone and looked down, seeing that the woman had entered her contact info. 
    “So I can tell you if I’m running late again…” She chuckled, opening her arms for a hug that Ricky quickly reciprocated. 
    “Alright, see you next week!” She called merrily as she strode away and out the door towards her car. 
    Ricky watched her go, his heart beating in his chest as he thought about the woman holding in a night’s worth of pee inside her, about to go proctor a test in which you couldn’t leave till all students were finished…
    Swallowing again, he looked down at the contact information in his phone. Next Saturday could not come soon enough. 
    ~~~~
    The next weekend, Ricky and Daniela met up again, talking again for hours. They set a plan to meet the next Saturday, and the next and over the couple months it became a regular thing. Coffee turned into lunch, and lunch into dinner. Each time, Daniela would polish off large amounts of water or soda (gotta stay hydrated, she’d say), and never once would she ever make use of the facilities. This went on until… on the anniversary of their first date, Ricky did the unthinkable, and asked his former teacher if she would like to go out with him right in the middle of her 5th refill of water. She’d finished the glass before graciously accepting, reaching up to kiss his mouth to seal the deal. 
    Tonight, Ricky stood in front of his mirror, dressed in a tailored navy suit and baby blue button up. This was what he’d been wearing when he’d first kissed Daniela goodnight, and he’s since considered it his lucky suit. 
    Winter, or at least whatever passed for winter in southern California, was quickly approaching, so he found himself donning a peacoat as well to stave off the chill in the evening air. A quick text to Daniela to let him know he was on his way, and he left the house.
    A quick drive over to Daniela’s apartment, a heart-stopping sight when she walked out of the front door in a tight black dress that hugged her generous curves, chocolate tresses gently curled and falling down over his shoulder. 
    “...Wow…” He’d breathed as he’d walked her back to the car.” 
    Daniela giggled. “Haha you’re too sweet… and you don’t look too bad yourself, babe...” She teased, reaching up to peck his cheek. 
    They got in the car, heading to a rustic Italian bistro for dinner. Daniela’s eyes widened upon seeing the restaurant. “Cucina Vine?” She murmured. “Pretty swanky…” 
    Ricky grinned. “Yeah...one of my fellows at the university’s uncle knows the owner...got him to get us a reservation...wanted to do something special…” 
    The woman reddened gently, though her smile didn’t dissipate. 
    They pulled in, got out and strode into the restaurant, hand in hand towards the table reserved for Foster, party of two. 
    Fifteen minutes later, they were seated and sipping on a currant Red and chatting idly. 
    “So…” Daniela murmured, setting down her wine next to the two glasses of water she’d already finished. “With the holidays coming up, I was wondering if you...had any plans?” She murmured, her eyes looking everywhere but into his. 
    He blinked, frowning. “Um...not particularly, why?” He murmured. She swallowed, reddening again. “Well, erm...My school is sending teachers abroad to an education conference in Guatemala...and I was one of the ones they picked…” 
    Ricky’s eyes widened, as did his smile. “Really? That’s amazing!” He exclaimed. 
    Daniela smiled shyly at his enthusiasm, taking a deep breath as if his excitement bolstered her courage. “And...we can bring a plus one...I was wondering if you wanted to come with me… it’ll be right after Christmas, and it’ll go till the 10th…” 
    Ricky’s eyes widened before he  slumped back in his chair, staring at the table. “Guatemala…” He breathed. 
    Daniela frowned, suddenly looking nervous. “...I know it’s a long time, and we’ve only been dating a couple months, but….” She watched him on tenterhooks. 
    Ricky’s head snapped up. “Are you crazy? I’ve always wanted to go to Guatemala, the Basin is one of the most information rich quadrants for aquatic current patterns in the hemisphere, I-”
    He stopped, noting the smirk on the woman’s face. Ricky swallowed, reddening as he ran a hand through his hair. “Ah...sorry, um...Yeah, yeah I’d love to go…” 
    Daniela’s face brightened, and she looked 10 times more radiant. “Amazing! I’ll call the agency on Monday and have them confirm! Hmmm...New Year’s in the South Americas…” She mused, taking another sip. 
    Just then, the waiter came by to take their orders. Ricky got chicken marsala, and Daniela ordered the pappardelle bolognese... and another glass of water. 
    Ricky noticed this request, and he continued to peer at the woman as she looked over the menu to decide dessert in advance. 
    He swallowed, pushing back from the table. “Be right back, gonna hit the gents…” He murmured, keeping his eyes on her. 
    “Alright…” The woman murmured, tracing a finger down the tiramisu list. 
    Ricky continued to stare. “...You...aren’t gonna come?” 
    Daniela looked up, frowning. “To the men’s room?” 
    Ricky reddened, gently clearing his throat. “I meant to the bathroom...half a bottle of wine and 3 glasses of water, and you don’t need to go?” 
    The woman shook her head. “No, I’m alright…” 
    Ricky looked at her for a few more minutes before sitting back down with a huff. “Alright…” he muttered, causing Daniela to look up. “Every time we go out somewhere, you drink your weight in water, wine or coffee but you never visit the ladies…that or you’re just really good at being inconspicuous...”
    The woman was silent, looking pensive about something before turning to him. “Can I...tell you something sorta crazy?” She murmured, smiling a bit sheepishly.
    Ricky felt his heart quicken, and he nodded, not trusting himself to speak. 
    The woman brushed a bit of hair behind her ear, chuckling quietly. “It’s...sort of silly, but… I never use the bathroom in public. After teaching for so long, you get paranoid about the things that go on in publicly accessible bathrooms, ych…” She shuddered gently. “I never have a problem waiting till I get home, so...I do.” She murmured, shrugging again. 
    Ricky felt his heart thudding so fast he was almost sure she could hear it. He swallowed, thinking back to high school. Come to think of it, he couldn’t remember her ever visiting the bathroom before or after his class with her… nor after the next two, once he became her T.A…
    “...You...never go in public? Ever?” He murmured.
    The woman looked up at him with a sort of grinning wince. “Yyyeah...is that weird?” 
    Ricky quickly shook his head. “No, not at all...it’s, uh...sanitary…but...always till you get home? That can’t be true...” 
    At this, Daniela’s smile melted into somewhat of a smirk. “Hmm...Alright…” She said, leaning forward. “You remember when we first met for coffee? The day I was running late? Well...I would’ve arrived at the same time anyway, because I never pee in the morning. And after I left, straight to the exam, I was there for 4 hours, supervising two separate tests. Didn’t pee there either. Left there and swung home to grab my stuff for the gym, got in a run and some weight training. Then dinner and drinks with a friend, then home...then my first pee of the day.”
    She leaned back, arms crossed, smirking widely. 
    Ricky was beside himself. He could feel his length straining through his suit pants as the woman recounted her story. 
    “...Wow…” He croaked again. “You...must’ve been bursting...” 
    The woman chuckled, shrugging. “I’ll admit, I had a fair urge down there, but I was wayyyy below bursting.” She told him. “Benefits of growing up in a house with 9 people and one bathroom...you get good at holding it in.” 
    Ricky was practically shaking now, perspiration beading on his forehead. His heart was beating so violently in his chest he feared it’d burst out.
    Daniela’s face shifted from smug grin to concern. “Ricky, honey, are you alright? You look like you’re about to be sick…” 
    The man shook his head, swallowing. “Oh, n-no...Sorry, I, uh...well, I-” He tried to figure out how to explain his reaction without incriminating himself. He adjusted himself in the seat, and Daniela’s eyes narrowed as she caught a glimpse of his crotch under the table...and the tightness within.
    Slowly, her eyes traveled back up. She looked around to see that no one was paying them any mind before leaning forward. 
    “Are you...turned on, right now?” She whispered. 
    Ricky felt his blood turn to ice as his beautiful girlfriend pieced together the depths of his depravity. “P-please, Daniela, let me explain, I-”
    “You’re turned on listening to me talk about holding my pee, aren’t you…” She murmured, leaning back and crossing her arms, still staring at him open-mouthed. 
    He swallowed again, fear blossoming in his chest. “N-no, you don’t understand…” 
    She tilted her head. “Then what’s got you cocked and ready, huh?” 
    Ricky racked his brains, but in his flustered state he couldn’t come up with a deflective answer. 
    He slowly hung his head...years of crushing on this woman, and then 2 wonderful months of dating...gone. All because he’d had to pry, to ask too much…
    “Richard…” she murmured softly. 
    Ricky looked up, surprised to find not disgust or anger on Daniela’s face, but concern. “Why are you embarrassed?” She asked
    The young man swallowed again, trying to bring moisture back into his mouth. “I…I don’t want you to think...think I’m a creep, o-or a perv, or anything, I just...I don’t why I like it, I just do, and...yeah, women who are desperate to pee turn me on…” He finished with a defeated slump of his shoulders. 
    The woman was silent for a moment at his admission. Ricky waited for her to blow up, to yell, to storm out. 
    But she didn’t. Instead, she leaned forward, touching his arm. “Hey…” She murmured. “Hey, look at me.”
    Slowly, the man raised his head again. 
    Daniela pursed her lips. “You’re not a creep, or a perv. Everyone has weird stuff they're into, it doesn’t make you bad...just unique…” 
    Every word she spoke was a modicum of calm on his frazzled nerves, and slowly began to relax. 
    Seeing this, Daniela smiled, nodding. “Besides...I should be the one who’s sorry...I bet I’m a total dud to you, huh…” 
    Confusion replaced relief and embarrassment on Ricky’s features. “I...what?” 
    The woman chuckled. “You like it when women are desperate to pee, and you happen to be dating the one woman who never is…
    Ricky’s eyes widened, and he felt himself stiffen again. “N-not quite…” He forced himself to speak. “In reality...the fact that you’re never desperate is even hotter…” He breathed. “You always drink so much when we’re together, it drives me crazy thinking about where it all goes...and yet, you never seem to need to release it... I don’t know what your limits are, and...that makes the fact that you have them even sexier…” 
    The woman leaned back, folding her arms again. “So...you like when girls have to pee, but then you like when they don’t?”
    “I like when they should, but don’t…” He corrected, breathing easier and easier with each passing moment. 
    Slowly, Daniela’s smirk returned. “I suppose I get it… By all logic I should’ve been pissing myself that day, but I wasn’t...Gotta say, I never really thought about it like that...I’ve always been able to hold it, so I held it...and now I can turn you on with that? Guess I struck the jackpot…” She chuckled, biting her lip as she peered at him. 
    Just then, the waitress came by with their food, offering a slight pause in the heady conversation. 
    “So, if you really like it when I don’t pee…” The woman murmured, digging into her pasta. “And I really like being the strong iron tank I am...I guess you’re wanting to see how far I can go, huh?” 
    Ricky nearly choked on his water, causing Daniela to giggle. “Hnnhnn, thought so…” She murmured. “I’m kinda curious myself… We’ll have to look into that…” She murmured, winking as she downed the rest of her wine. 
    The rest of dinner passed pleasantly, with Ricky feeling ten times lighter having unburdened himself of that secret. When he took Daniela home and gave her a good night kiss, her lips lingered on his for a moment longer than normal...and before he knew it, she was pulling him inside her apartment to kiss him again...and again, and again….alllll over.
    ~~~~~~
    The pair continued going out regularly over the next few weeks as the semester ended and winter break began...though their dates took on a slightly...taboo component. Daniela would casually mention how she skipped her morning pee every time they met, and, and throughout the day she would throw back liters of water without so much as flinching. Every time Ricky thought she wouldn’t be able to hold any more, she would add another glass, another stein, another cup... and still she wouldn’t visit the bathroom, even when at the end of the day she’d have a slight but noticeable bulge in her abdomen. Ricky had since told her about his desire to hold his own pee, and while he was much less graceful than Daniela, kept up fairly well with her...though she would always manage to be almost completely relaxed while he was pouring forth strong jets of pee from his quivering cock. 
    Christmas came and went, with no small amount of spiced eggnog, and finally, on December 26th, Ricky and Daniela were stood at their gate at San Diego International Airport, waiting for their 6 AM flight to Guatemala City. 
    Ricky had both their compact rolling luggage and a small duffle bag on his shoulder as Daniela checked the status of their flight. She always liked to dress comfy to travel, and he tried his best not to ogle her sculpted ass in her tight leggings. 
    She actually caught him staring once, and with a teasing smirk, subtly wiggled her posterior at him before walking back over. “Seems everything’s in order…” She murmured. “Should be boarding soon...I’ll be right back, I’m gonna get some coffee...” 
    Ricky nodded, releasing the handles and setting the duffle bag down as she walked towards the Starbucks kiosk nearby. He’d already taken a precautionary pee right after coming through TSA, but of course his proud, hot-blooded girlfriend had elected to forgo them, citing her rule about never peeing in public...though the smirk on her face said something different. 
    A few moments later, she returned with a latte, sipping it happily. “Hmm...you really are addicted…” Ricky chuckled, causing Daniela to stick her tongue out at him before continuing to slurp.
    There was a crackle from overhead as the desk attendant for their gate began to speak. “Good morning, passengers, and welcome to flight AA5975 bound for Guatemala City. We are set to begin boarding in ten minutes. This will be a full flight, so if we have any volunteers who would like to check a carryon…” 
    Ricky tuned out the rehearsed speech. The Education Board had been kind enough to spring for Business Class for the both of them...He wasn’t worried about having space to put their personal items. He was more concerned with where his girlfriend was putting that latte, but he knew better than to ask. 
    A few moments later, both of them were stood in the line, waiting to board. Behind them, there was a slight commotion as a middle-aged couple hurried through the terminal, obviously late for a flight. 
    “George, George wait!” The woman called, dressed in a blouse and capris. 
    “I told you, Margaret, the doors close in five minutes!” The man said, continuing to run. 
    “George, wait, I have to pee! I still have to pee so bad, George!”
    “It’s the toilet or the plane, Maggie, and I didn’t pay $800 dollars roundtrip for the toilet!”
    Daniela shook her head as their voices got more faint. “Sad, when regular women don’t plan to accommodate their bodies’ needs…” She murmured to Ricky, who only swallowed in response. “They’re probably gonna miss their flight…too bad ‘Margaret’ doesn’t have a supertanker like me...” She whispered, smirking up at him. Ricky swallowed, well-aware of how much the woman was enjoying teasing him as he gently reached down to adjust the crotch of his sweatpants. 
    Finally, they got to the front of the line, scanning their boarding passes and boarding the plane, shuffling down the aisle to seats 3A and 3B. Ricky stowed their luggage in the overhead bin while Daniela slid into the row, taking the window seat and leaving the aisle for the taller Ricky. The two settled in with a sigh, smiling at each other and exchanging a kiss as the flight attendant continued to oversee people getting on the plane.
    Once the doors had been closed and the attendant finished their mandatory safety briefing, Ricky settled back in his seat, yawning gently as he closed his eyes, preparing to take a nap.
    ~
    He felt as though he’d hardly closed his eyes when he felt himself shaken awake. 
    “Ricky, baby, wake up...w-wake *oooh* ooohh, please wake up…” Daniela moaned from beside him. Ricky opened his eyes blearily, looking over at his girlfriend...and he was shocked by what he saw. 
    Daniela’s eyes were crinkled, her face tight with pain. She peered at him anxiously, one hand on his arm and the other buried between her lycra-clad thighs. 
    Ricky blinked slowly. “What’s going on?” He murmured sleepily. 
    “I-I messed up, Ricky…” Daniela muttered, hissing as her thigh began bouncing up again. “I-I thought I could handle it but I can’t, I have to pee so bad...p-please let me out, I can’t hold it…” She whimpered, beginning to bounce up and down in her seat, biting her lip. “P-please, Ricky, I’m bursting, let me...let...wake up...Ricky, wake up!”
    The man’s eyes shot open as he sat up, still disoriented from the dream. He looked round at Daniela, who looked just as relaxed as always, and then up at the attendant taking drink orders. 
    “Uh…” He murmured, swallowing. “Just...a vodka cranberry, for me…” He murmured, rubbing at his eyes. 
    He looked over at Daniela. “Nng...How long was I asleep?” 
    The woman chuckled as the attendant began pouring their drinks. “About an hour...but we’ve only been in the air about 10 minutes, we got stalled on the runway…”
    Ricky took the proffered beverages, handing one to Daniela before sipping at his own. “Really? How come?” 
    Daniela shrugged as she took her own beverage - a lime seltzer - from his hand. “Some sort of maintenance issue with the landing gear…” She murmured. “A couple people deplaned to pee, but, other than that…” 
    Ricky frowned, slumping back against the seat. “Mmn...I’m going back to my nap, now…” He murmured sleepily, to which Daniela only giggled and kissed his cheek. 
    Ricky awoke again a few hours later, looking over to see that Daniela was asleep. She had an empty can of seltzer water on the tray table before her, and her water bottle looked to be about empty. He gently shook his head; his girlfriend was no stranger to confidence, that’s for sure...
    As the captain turned off the seatbelt lights, people immediately began getting up and shuffling towards the lavatories in the back of the plane. Daniela slumbered on, seemingly unconcerned with the fact that a half dozen people shuffled about anxiously in place, eager to drain their full bladders of amounts that wouldn’t even tickle Daniela’s capacity. The line was replaced with two people ever so often, throughout the next hour, until only Daniela and Ricky had gone unrelieved. Ricky himself felt the barest sensations of filling, but years of enjoying the feeling of holding his pee had made it so it took far longer for him to reach that state than anyone else, save for the woman sleeping next to him 
    For the remainder of the flight, Ricky worked on research for his thesis… the observations on protozoic life forms at the bottom of the Mariana that could be clues to how to search for life on Mars. All the reading about the ocean should’ve exacerbated his need...and true, it did bring his mind back to it ever so often, but it still wasn’t enough to be called an urge. 
    As they touched down in Guatemala City, Ricky gently shook Daniela awake. “Hey...wake up, hon, we’re here…” He murmured. Daniela blinked the sleep out of her eyes, yawning. “Nng...I knew that latte tasted like decaf…” She muttered sleepily, prompting a chuckle from Ricky. 
    They deplaned and grabbed their luggage before heading to the pick up area for taxis and other transportation. Ricky couldn’t help but notice as Daniela strode right by the women’s restrooms and the lines extending out of them and down the hallway without so much as a second glance. He had to admire her fortitude...Not a single pee since last night and here she was a 3 PM, acting as though she’d only peed moments ago. 
    They followed the path towards a shuttle that would take them towards the hotel. As they got on, the driver tipped his hat to Daniela with a smile. “Ah, buenas tardes señora, bienvenida a Guatemala…” 
    Daniela smiled back. “Gracias señor, es muy lindo estar aquí...” She murmured back. Ricky was completely out of the loop, but he smiled nonetheless. 
    They both sat down on the hard leather seats as the doors closed and the shuttle took off down the port way and towards the highway. The drive was lovely...hills of houses on one side, distant mountains on the other...Ricky could hardly tear his gaze away from the natural beauty of the South American countryside.
    Soon enough, they arrived at the hotel, and upon debusing, Daniela turned to her boyfriend. “Come on, let’s get settled and then see about getting something to eat, I’m starved…”
    They checked in and took their bags to their spacious room on the 6th floor, prompting a whistle from Ricky. “Wow, this is nice…” He murmured. 
    The woman smiled, striding in after him. “It’s a sizable grant…” She chuckled as she took their bags, depositing them in a corner as Ricky availed himself of the bathroom. 
    When he came out, he found Daniela waiting, smiling as she sauntered in past him. 
    He turned to watch her enter the bathroom. “You’re going pee?” 
    She turned to look at him with a pout. “Really? Still think I’m peeing? It’s been barely a day...” 
    He blinked. “But...so what are you doing…?”
    The woman smirked. “...Showering? We’ve been flying all day…” 
    Ricky swallowed at the prospect of his curvy girlfriend naked in the shower, warm water running all down her body whilst the warm water within her body stayed clamped up like it had been all day. The thought made him stiffen.
    ~~
    Dinner was a quiet affair, with the two of them visiting a small shack restaurant a short walk from the hotel...At Daniela’s insistence, Ricky had tried whitefish, yellow rice, black beans and fried plantains...all of it was delicious, and he’d scarfed it down before remembering to breathe, much to the Daniela’s amusement. 
    By the time they’d returned to the hotel, they were both plumb tuckered out from the day of travel and decided to turn in early...Daniela had a full day of conferences tomorrow, and Ricky was planning to do more work on his thesis...they’d have the nights together, but their days were to be separate till the 29th, when the conference ended and leisure time began. As Daniela set to undressing and climbing into the bed, Ricky sat on the bed, staring at her. 
    The woman slid under the covers, and she was turning to fluff her pillow when she caught his gaze. 
    “...What?” She asked, tilting her head quizzically. 
    Ricky took a deep breath. “You haven’t peed since I picked you up early this morning...and you’ve been drinking all day...and now you’re just gonna go to bed, like your bladder isn’t full...God, I...I think I love you…” 
    The woman reddened, though her lips curled up in a smile. “I think I love you, too…” She chuckled, reaching out to him. He quickly moved over to her, meeting her in a gentle, passionate kiss. 
    She was the first one to break, still smiling up at him. “Goodnight, Ricky…” She murmured, turning over in the bed and turning off the desk light. Ricky did the same with the room lights before sliding in next to her, laying down and closing his eyes. 
    The next morning, Ricky awoke to an empty bed, save for a small note. He picked it up, opening it. 
    Ricky… it read. The conference starts early, so when you read this I’ll probably be gone. I had my first morning piss in I don’t know how long today...I wasn’t hurting for it, but god did it feel good anyway...almost as good as it feels to know I only pee when I want. 😜 Anyway, I’ll be thinking of you every water bottle I finish, and I’m still not peeing when I get back. Gotta maintain the streak, right? One piss a day? ;D See you tonight...Love you! 
    Hugs and kisses, 
                               Dani
    The man stiffened upon reading the letter, and it was with a short sigh that he forced himself to set it down and get up. 
    The day was quiet, with Ricky pretty much staying at the hotel the entire day working. Around 6PM or so he got a text from Daniela saying that she was going out for dinner with a few of her colleagues and would be back a little later. That was fine by him; he had the next two weeks to enjoy time with her, no sense in begrudging her a night or two with her friends. 
    However, as the hour got later, he began to get concerned. Around 11:45, he tried calling her, but there was no answer. Now he was worried.
    He went down to the lobby, asking the concierge if there were any restaurants close to the hotel that were open this time of night. The concierge had frowned and told him that the latest open restaurant had closed at 10:30, and that they didn’t reopen till 9 the next morning. 
    Ricky returned to the room, anxiety riddling his body over the next hour. Where was she? He could only hope and pray that she was safe, and still with her friends…
    Finally, at around 1:15 AM, there was the sound of chittering laughter outside the door, getting louder and louder until the door opened, spilling a very giggly and very drunk Daniela into the room. 
    Ricky was on his feet immediately, rushing over and helping to steady her. “Dani, are you alright? I’ve been calling you all night…” He huffed, helping her inside. 
    The woman looked up at him, a goofy grin on her face and her gaze unfocused. “Hnnnnhnnhnnhnn...sorry, Ricky, me an’ the girls wennout fer drinks...ladies’ night at the cabana, heheheeee…” She tittered, smelling heavily of tequila. 
    The man pursed his lips. “Don’t you have another conference tomorrow?” he muttered as he went to put on some coffee for her.
    The woman huffed, stumbling out of his grasp and towards the bed. “NnnI’llbefiiiinnnne…” She slurred. “Just gimme some water, I’ll be right ass rain...hehehe, ‘ass’...” She chuckled. 
    The man sighed, crossing his arms as Daniela sprawled out on the bed, staring at the ceiling. “Ricky…” She murmured. 
    The man turned. 
    Daniela looked up at him, smiling. “Drinks were half off...I had a lot…” She giggled, biting her lip. “Alcohol makes me pee...but I...I’m not gonna...hehehehe”
    Despite his ire with the woman, he couldn’t help but redden at the admission, taking the pot and pouring her a cup of coffee. 
    “Mmm...more liquid….an’ I know juuuuust where to put it…” She tittered, winking as she took the cup from a red-faced Ricky. 
    Even as she laid there, Ricky could clearly see the bulge in her abdomen, stretching the waistband of her trousers that dug back into it with what looked like painful force...but the woman didn’t seem to notice; that, or she was too drunk to feel the discomfort. 
    “Rickyyyyy…” She whined. “Help me...help me outta my *hic* clothes…
    Ricky reddened even further, but he did as he was asked, helping the woman out of her trousers and her blouse, leaving her only in her panties and bra...and without her clothes, the bulge in her navel looked much more pronounced. Any lesser woman would’ve been making a beeline for the toilet, but Daniela merely rolled over and promptly fell asleep. Ricky shook his head, climbing in next to her and turning off the light. 
    The next day, Ricky awoke to find Daniela gone again, and he was actually impressed that she’d been able to find the will to get up and go to another conference after the night she’d had.
    He got up, immediately feeling a subtle pressure in his abdomen; with a jolt, he realized he’d not peed all day yesterday. Part of him was tempted to simply let himself get even fuller and enjoy the feeling, but he needed all his concentration for the next part of his thesis. And so, Ricky availed himself to the bathroom, letting loose a nearly minute long piss before taking a shower and sitting himself back down to work. 
    The day was fairly quiet again, with Ricky taking time to eat lunch, idly browse his favorite desperation site Omorashi.org (he’d told them all about Daniela a month or so ago, and they’d been fascinated with her seemingly endless capacity) and take a short nap. 
    He was awoken by a sharp knock on the door. “Ricky, honey? You in there?” came Daniela’s voice. 
    Sitting up and rubbing his eyes, he got to his feet and headed to the door, opening it to let the woman inside. She was dressed quite professionally, in black slacks, a navy blouse and a black blazer...though there was a tightness in her face Ricky couldn’t place.
    “Thanks…” she murmured, quickly hurrying in. “Forgot my damn keycard here…” 
    She quickly set to removing her blazer, though Ricky could tell something was off. She hadn’t stopped fidgeting since she got in the room, gently moving from foot to foot and bending slightly at the waist as she worked to get out of the confining garment. 
    Ricky wasn’t fooled, though...he’d spent enough time looking at videos of women desperate to pee to know the subtle cues… for whatever reason, Daniela was unable to hide her urges like she was normally able to. Was one pee a day proving to be too insurmountable a task for even her iron will? 
    Finally, the jacket came off and the woman strode, with a slightly hurried pace, back across the room, past Ricky and into the bathroom. Ricky watched her go, frowning as she shut the door in his face. There was the jingling of a belt chain, the pulling of a zipper, some muttering, and then… The sound of liquid forcefully hitting liquid and a gentle sigh, barely audible over the stream. Ricky could feel himself stiffening once more, his breath quickening as he listened to his girlfriend’s outpour.
    It went for 1...2...3...nearly 3 and a half minutes before finally tapering off. There was a flush, and the sound of a faucet as the woman washed her hands. Finally, the door opened, and out stepped Daniela, looking visibly relieved. 
    “Wow...I sorta really needed that…” She chuckled, smiling up at him. 
    Ricky chuckled, crossing his arms. “Kinda early for your first pee, isn’t it?” 
    Daniela looked over at him. “First pee since the day we got here, you mean? 
    The man’s smirk dissipated almost immediately, his eyes widening and his pupils dilating. “Since...what?” 
    Daniela, now having the upper hand again, smirked at him. “First day of the conference, I didn’t pee all throughout the seminars or workshops...they gave us plenty of water to keep us cool, since some of the buildings didn’t have AC, even more than I usually drink...and then afterwards, I went to dinner with my friends. At this point, I could definitely pee if I wanted, but it still was hardly an urge. I was gonna come back after that, but Yvette convinced us to go out for drinks, you know how she gets…” She chuckled, flipping her dark brown locks a moment before continuing. “We stayed out till midnight at this bar uptown...free drinks so long as someone at your table doesn’t leave it...So guess who got  free drinks for her and her friends all night?” She said, smirking as she patted her abdomen. “We got sloshed, heh...Cathy wanted to go dancing, but we decided to call it a night...we had work in the morning, and none of us are in our 20’s anymore… so I came back here and had coffee.” 
    Ricky blinked. “And...wait, what happened then? I’ve seen you hold all day without a problem…” 
    The woman chuckled. “Let me finish...I woke up late. Again. Coffee kept me from having a hangover, but I was still dead tired...had to take a quick wash up and bolt out of here… then another day of conferences. More water, more seminars, more training for the ol’ supertank.” 
    Ricky’s mouth was dry. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “S-so...you...I mean, you didn’t…” 
    Daniela smiled slyly, nodding. “That’s right. A day of drinking water, a night of alcohol and coffee, and another day of water...and I just let it all out for the first time.” 
    Ricky merely stood there, open-mouthed and tight crotched as Daniela sat, smirking and reveling in the effect she was having on him. 
    “...You’re amazing…” He croaked. 
    She laughed. “Yeah, I know...and the thing is, I could’ve gone longer, I know I could’ve. But, it is easier to be rid of it, and now that the conferences are over…” She winked. 
    Ricky nodded, swallowing at the implication of her words. 
    Daniela merely laughed again, going over and reclining on the bed. “Now... how about we order room service? Don’t much feel like going out tonight…”
    Ricky assented, picking up the menu from the table, though his eyes were still on Daniela. Try as she might to downplay it, he’d witnessed desperation. Small, hardly noticeable, but genuine desperation. It meant two things; one, Daniela did have limits, and they were reachable. Two, with the plan he’d been concocting, she was gonna be forced to reach those limits, one way or the other. 
    ~~
    The next morning, Ricky put his plan into effect; A two day trip to the Copan Ruinas ruins, near the southern tip of the country. 
    “...The Copan Ruinas?” Daniela murmured as Ricky showed her the plans. “Wow...I’ve always wanted to go, how far is it from here?” 
    “About a 4 hour bus ride to Honduras, then a short jaunt to the ruins...I booked us 2 days, no sense traveling all that time for a single day of sightseeing…” He murmured, closing the tab. 
    Daniela looked up at him, eyes still alive with wonder. “Wow…” She repeated, a grin splitting her face. “When do we leave?” 
    He smiled. “Right now. I already got our stuff into the duffel bag, bus leaves from the hotel in 20 minutes…” 
    Daniela beamed, throwing her arms around him and kissing his lips. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun!” 
    Ricky kissed back with equal fervor, smiling to himself. Yes, it certainly would be...2 days out in the ruins, no hotel...and 4 and a half hours back to the city. She’d have no choice but to hold it the entire time...He was already shivering with excitement. 
    That afternoon, after a few more passes over the packing, the couple left their room and headed downstairs to wait for the bus. It arrived shortly after they did, and as they clambered on with a few other couples and a family, the bus driver leaned around his seat. 
    “Welcome to the bus bound for Copan Ruinas!” He said in heavily-accented English. “There will be one stop on the way at a convenience station to buy food, drinks and use the facilities.” 
    Daniela snorted at that last part. 
    “...After that, it’s non-stop to the ruins! Here we go!” 
    The bus pulled out of the parking lot, and they were off. Ricky had taken the liberty of making sure Daniela’s water bottle was filled, as well as taking some of the complimentary bottles from their room to refill with, since he was deliberately unsure of the running water situation where they were going. 
    Daniela had drained the entire bottle in the first hour, refilling it with one of the ones from her pack. After another hour, they stopped at a small convenience station for the passengers to stretch. Daniela wanted to buy a couple more water bottles, just in case...Ricky was only so happy to oblige. 
    They were nearly all gone as they arrived in Honduras. Daniela hadn’t peed since early the night before, so it was now about 17 hours since her last pee...and she looked no less comfortable than as if she’d peed at the convenience station. 
    The station they got off at looked a bit more ramshackle than in Guatemala...it was hardly more than an aluminum overhang propped up on two poles. There was a woman waiting for them as they got off the bus, with bronzed skin and a bright smile. “Welcome to Honduras! If you’ll all just wait a moment, the next shuttle to the ruins will be here momentarily!” 
    A few of the couples stood idly around, but one woman looked rather uncomfortable. She kept moving from foot to foot, growing more and more anxious looking the longer she stood. Finally, she turned to whisper something to her husband, who in turn began looking for the guide. 
    Daniela noticed this and smirked, gently elbowing Ricky. “Someone’s already in trouble…” She whispered. 
    Soon, the woman returned to lead the tourists to the shuttle, this one looking about the same state as the station...beaten aluminum with glassless windows on old looking wheels. Still, everyone climbed on, murmuring with excitement. The woman who had been looking anxious before hurried up to the guide, murmuring something to her. The guide’s smile fell slightly, and she gently shook her head. The woman looked rather miffed, but she pursed her lips and got on the bus after her husband. 
    The tour guide followed them on, her bright smile having returned. “Alright, folks...it’s about 30 minutes to the site! You’ll be divided into cabins based on your partners there, and then we’ll get started with the tour!” 
    The bus trip to the actual site was rather short in comparison to every other trip they’d taken, and already Rickey could see the tips of ancient moss-covered edifices coming over the treeline as they approached.
    “If you’ll look to your right, you’ll be able to see the tops of the temples of the Copan Ruinas, constructed by splinters of the dynasty in Tikal, back in Guatemala…” the tour guide began launching into her knowledge of the structures as the bus pulled into a clearing that looked to have a large fire pit surrounding by 5 cabins. 
    The bus doors opened, and the group disembarked. The tour guide was the last off, and she immediately began separating the group into their cabins... Ricky and Daniela were placed in the one closest to the outside on the left. 
    The woman from before, now looking more and more distressed, hurried up to the guide, now pressed at her thighs and muttering urgently. The guide nodded, pointing the woman off the path towards a squat stone building a little ways up the road. The woman looked between the guide and the dingy bathroom with trepidation before deciding that she couldn’t wait any longer, waddling towards it. 
    The guide turned back to address the group. “These ruins are quite remote, so the facilities are a bit primitive, but still quite modern!” 
    Ricky’s eyes flitted to Daniela, who was already looking at the building with disdain and no small amount of revulsion. He smiled inwardly… she wouldn’t be going in there, he was sure. Still, he made a point of leaning over to her. “Kinda gnarly, don’t you think?” 
    Daniella made a grunt of disgust, her lips curled up. “Ugh, tell me about it…”
    Ricky swallowed, his heart hammering in his chest. “I don’t know about you, but, I think I’ll steer clear…wait till we get back to the hotel...” 
    Daniela blinked, looking up at him. “What? Like...not pee till we get back?”
    Ricky couldn’t help the cheeky smile blossoming on his features. “What? Don’t think you can do it?” he goaded.
    “Course I can.” Daniela huffed quickly, taking the bait hook, line and sinker. “It’s you I’m worried about…” 
    Ricky chuckled. “I’ll be fine...let’s just enjoy our time here…” He went back to standing quietly, but inside he was shouting for joy. He’d convinced Daniela to hold her pee for two whole days...surely he’d see her bursting by then…” 
    After a brief lecture on safety and mindfulness, the tour guide began leading them away from the cabins and down towards the ruins. 
    Ricky had always had a passing interest in archaeology, but the way the guide described the weathered monuments and the history of the rulers who’d built them made him wonder if he hadn’t chosen the wrong field. It was all so fascinating...they spent the rest of the morning and most of the early afternoon just around one temple, observing the simian statues of the howler monkey gods and the tops of the ziggurats meant to reflect light to help the ancient Mayans tell the hour of the day. They broke for a brief lunch, with Daniela and Ricky consuming sandwiches they’d bought at the convenience store, with Daniela washing hers town with a large sweet tea...and Ricky wasn’t it sure, but he could swear she was looking at him when she did, as if in defiance of his supposed skepticism of her abilities. 
    The rest of the afternoon was spent near the back of another temple, with the guide explaining the origins of the temple in contrast to the rest of the site. 
    As the sun began to set, the guide dismissed them all for dinner and free time. “We’ll resume the tour tomorrow… and remember, no leaving the cabins after 11 PM! There are howler monkeys about, and they won’t hesitate to pickpocket you…” She chuckled as she turned and made her way towards her own cabin. 
    Ricky sat on one of the bed of their cabin opposite Daniela, smiling. “So...Been about 24 hours. How do you feel?” 
    Daniela turned from the mirror, making a show of rolling her eyes. “LIke I always do after 24 hours without a pee...nothing.” She smirked. “Your little challenge is doomed, my dear.” 
    Ricky leveled his gaze. “Then maybe you aren’t drinking enough...Maybe you’re skivving on your liquid consumption cause you’re worried…” 
    The look of indignation on Daniela’s face told Ricky all he needed to know. With a huff, she pulled open the chest of camping supplies at the foot of their bed, reached in and grab one of  the jugs of water. She pulled the top off and brought it to her lips, downing nearly half of it in one go.
    She wiped her mouth, now glaring at Ricky as she stalked over to him. “You’re gonna eat your fucking words, gringo…” She whispered as she leaned in to kiss his mouth. 
    Ricky found himself stiffening even harder, though he made no mention of it..he was beginning to feel an urge himself, despite having not drank nearly as much as Daniela had...best not push anything. 
    The two of them joined the rest of the couples around the fire pit for a little while before night fell in earnest. The rest of the company made use of the toilets up the way...all except for Daniela and Ricky, who merely retired for the evening. 
    ~
    The next morning, they were up early, ready to start the 2nd leg of the tour. Daniela polished off the rest of the jug with breakfast, leaving Ricky to merely sip from the bottles she hadn’t consumed. The morning consisted of explaining the origins of the temples in Tikal, and now the rulers of Copan Ruinas had splintered from the main dynasty to found their own. 
    Ricky definitely felt a decent urge now, to the point where he’d be considering finding a toilet were he not determined to wait with his girlfriend. His eyes flitted over to her, and he noticed with some ire that she still looked rather relaxed...but there were details to hone in on. She maintained a cross armed position, her lips somewhat tight and her jaw almost imperceptibly clenched. She was feeling it...and the bulge in her abdomen all but confirmed it. 40 hours without a pee, and she was only keeping still for his benefit. 
    When they broke for lunch, Ricky pretended to busy himself with his rice and beans, but out of the corner of his eye he could see Daniela taking smaller and more reserved sips. Every time he looked at her, though, she’d tip back the bottle, making a show of guzzling it all. He smirked; her pride would be her undoing. 
    They resumed the tour, coming up on the final leg of it. Daniela was definitely fidgeting now, shifting from foot to foot ever so often as her body continuously sent her signals that it had not voided itself of liquid waste since 6 pm two days ago. She pointedly ignored it, of course, even as the protrusion in her navel grew more pronounced.
    As the afternoon wore on, Ricky began to get restless...it had been 31 hours since his last pee at the hotel the night before the tour, and he felt his own bladder swelling with liquid that was definitely wanting out. 
    Finally, at around 6 PM, the bus arrived to take them all back to Guatemala. “I hope you enjoyed the tour!” The guide said, addressing the group. “Please check your cabins to make sure you haven’t left any trash behind!”
    As the group did a final sweep of the grounds for litter, Ricky saw Daniela try to bend over and pick up a piece of plastic… she immediately winced, shooting back up and going slightly knock-kneed, a hand on her abdomen. 
    When she saw him looking, however, she quickly removed her hand with a scowl, stomping back over to him. 
    Wow...Ricky thought to himself. She just squeezed almost 48 hours of pee with that move, and she’s still keeping it together…
    They got back on the shuttle back to the station, with Daniela keeping abnormally still all the way. 
    As they got off and boarded the bus, Daniela sat down gingerly next to Ricky, taking a deep breath, her hand clenched in her lap. She did her best to keep still, but couldn't help gently bouncing in her seat. She was obviously desperate for a pee, but she was still maintaining control. Ricky only had four more hours to witness it before she got her pee back at the hotel, he had to make it count. 
    “Hey, I brought the rest of our water… didn’t wanna just leave it behind…”
    Daniela didn’t say anything, but the slight purse of her lips and tightening of her face was all he needed to see. 
    Ricky smiled as she snatched the jug from him, huffing before unscrewing the cap, upending the rest into her mouth. 
    Ricky himself fidgeted as he watched the liquid drain into his girlfriend’s mouth, the longing to pour forth his own stream growing more acute by the minute and stifled only by his rising arousal at the way Daniela was forcing even more water into her stretched bladder out of sheer spite.
    When at last she finished it, she thrust it back at him with a huff, crossing her arms and going back to gently wiggling in the seat. 
    The bus pulled away, and within minutes they were back on the main road. 
    Ricky’s eyes were on Daniela the entire time as she got progressively fidgetier, uncrossing her arms and pressing them into her lap as she tried to take deep, relaxing breaths. She exhaled shakily, rubbing her hands up and down her thighs. Ricky could see her bladder was swollen to the size of a football now, stretching against her tights as she continued to grind her arse down into the seat. 
    2 hours into the trip, they stopped at the same convenience station, where a few of the couples debussed to make use of the facilities. Ricky almost followed them...his bladder was beginning to sting, and it was all he could do to simply keep his thighs pressed together through the acute sensations. He saw Daniela’s eyes flit up to the fluorescent windows, and in them he saw something he never expected to see from Daniela where a bathroom was concerned; longing. She was biting her lip, still bouncing gently in the seat, one hand on her abdomen and one clenched tightly beside her. 
    “Hey…” Ricky murmured, barely keeping the excitement out of his voice. “You alright?” 
    Daniela immediately seized up, but she set her jaw and nodded. “I’m fine…” She muttered, a bit too quickly and too tersely for it to be true. 
    The relieved passengers ambled back onto the bus with agonizing slowness, and Ricky could see Daniela gritting her teeth. He could almost hear her willing them to move faster, though she still would not break and openly admit the need that was beyond apparent to him.
    As the bus got moving again, the sky began to darken overhead as clouds moved in. Within moments, it was pouring rain, sheets coming down in torrents to splatter noisily against the windows. Daniela closed her eyes, grinding her teeth as she was forced to bounce a little more vigorously, her arse shaking side to side. 
    When at last they pulled up to the hotel in Guatemala City, Daniela’s right thigh was bouncing constantly. Ricky wasn’t doing much better, but the stiffness in his cock from watching Daniela’s subtle desperate grappling was helping mitigate his own struggle. 
    They left the bus and he unloaded their things as Daniela stood by, arms crossed, all but hopping from foot to foot now. 
    After giving his own crotch a squeeze, Ricky hoisted the duffel bag and followed the wincing steps of his girlfriend as they strode into the hotel lobby. They both made straight for the elevator, gently scissoring their thighs back and forth. This was definitely the most desperate Ricky had been, and if he was desperate with 35 hours of pee, he could only imagine how Daniela must’ve felt, containing almost 52 hours of pee in her cramped, gargantuan bladder.
    As the elevator made its way down with agonizing slowness, the pair did their best to keep a bit more still, though it proved a struggle for them as both their brimming bladders strained against their waistbands, demanding to either be allowed to expand or empty. 
    At last, the door opened, and they rushed inside, quickly pressing the button for their floor. 
    A few agonizing moments later, they were wincing their way into their room, both gritting their teeth. 
    “S-see? Told you I could do it…” Daniela huffedin triumph, smirking in triumph even as she rocked back and forth on her toes. Ricky wasn’t happy about it, but Daniela had indeed lasted the whole 2 days and then some without a pee and only mild discomfort… And he’d still plenty enjoyed watching her decorum crack, if only slightly. “Now, why don’t you get the relief you need?” She teased, sitting down with crossed legs and only a mild bounce to her now. Ricky wanted to scowl, but he was in dire need of a pee, and there was no longer any reason to deny himself one. 
    However, when he turned to the bathroom door, he would see a printed note left on it on official hotel stationery. 
    Dear valued guest, it read. We regret to inform you that the storm has knocked out a powerline at the water filtration plant, backing up the pressure and causing a shutdown of the water to this building. We are working to resolve this situation as quickly as possible, and we apologize for any inconvenience.
    Ricky stared at the note, trembling with both fear and delight as he read it. 
    “Ricky?” Daniela asked from across the room, still jiggling. “What is it?”
    Ricky swallowed, turning to her. “The...the water’s out...they’re working on it, but they don’t know when it’ll be fixed...Toilet’s probably got one more flush in it but that’s it...” 
    Daniela’s caramel skin seemed to pale somewhat as she considered the implications of his words.  
    She swallowed, setting her jaw. “Well…” She muttered, continuing to bounce up and down. “You wanted to see how long I can go? Now’s your chance…” 
    Ricky hardly dared to believe it. “You… you mean…”
    “Yeah.” Daniela said resolutely, her fists clenched beside her. “I’ll pee when the water’s back.” 
    Ricky swallowed. “We don’t know how long that’ll be…” 
    Daniela shook her head. “Doesn’t matter. I’ll wait.”
    Ricky grunted as blood surged to his cock so fast it physically hurt. Daniela was already bearing 53 hours of piss without significant complaint despite the fact that she obviously wanted to let go, and now she was gonna take the cap off the other end and wait indefinitely.
    “...Wow…” He croaked out. 
    The woman swallowed, getting to her feet with some difficulty. “Well…” She grunted. “Nothing more to be done now...let’s just...just go to bed…” She muttered. 
    And so, denied the relief they were both acutely craving, Ricky and Daniela stripped themselves down to their underwear, both sporting enormous bulges, though Daniela’s was considerably bigger. They climbed gingerly into bed, letting slip only a slight wince as they turned off the lights and settled down, trying to rest despite the aching, gnawing fullness between each of their hips. 
    ~
    The next morning Ricky awoke to a constant, throbbing pain as his 42-hour piss load pulsated behind his quivering cock. 
    He groaned, giving himself a gentle squeeze as he slowly sat up, looking round. Daniela was already up, standing by the window, one leg crossed over the other but otherwise still. 
    “Nng...g-good morning, hon…” He muttered, getting gingerly to his feet. “Have they...is the water back on yet?” 
    “Nope.” She responded. The phrase was short, clipped...tense. 
    Daniela let out a shaky breath, turning round, and what Ricky saw nearly made his eyes pop out of his head. 
    It looked as though his girlfriend was in her third trimester, her corpulent bladder stretching her skin as taut as it could go so that it was slightly white in the middle. She had one hand on the obscene bulge, the other rubbing at her thigh.
    “Woah…” Ricky muttered, his eyes glued to the protruding behemoth of a bladder the dusky-skinned minx was nursing. “You-”
    “I’m fine.” The woman said, despite the fact that her legs hadn’t stopped rubbing against one another the whole time and her face was tight with pain. Yet she persevered, refused to admit to the grueling agony of 60 hours worth of roiling, boiling piss stretching and straining the screaming walls of her bladder. 
    Not much got done that day...both Ricky and Daniela were too full to do much else but pace the room, wiggle about, and occasionally throw their heads back and groan. Still, neither uttered a word...it seemed they were intent on denying themselves the luxury of even vocalizing their needs, despite how plainly one could see it. 
    As morning dragged on to afternoon, and afternoon to evening, Ricky was beginning to lose it. He swore he could see spots as his toes curled, his feet stamping the ground as he leaned against the wall, cradling the piss-swollen bowling ball in his abdomen. 
    He’d held on far longer than he ever thought possible, and even though he felt like his bladder would rupture at any moment, he refused to give in. Wiping a bit of sweat from his brow, he looked over at Daniela, leaned against the desk, her abdomen stretching at least 6 inches away from her body. Her eyes were shut tight, and she was taking deep, rhythmic breaths to try and maintain control. Her arms shook, her thighs trembled...she was bursting. Well and truly bursting...and yet, she did not surrender. 
    Evening came, and the room was filled with the hisses, grunts, groans and whimpers of sheer agony as the desperation of the couple reached a fever pitch. 
    Ricky had taken to grabbing his cock and trying to stroke himself to hardness, hoping to give his hose a reprieve from the gusher it was dying to spew forth. 
    Daniela was beyond decency now, both hands buried in her crotch as she slid up and down the wall, taking deep, ragged breaths...and still, she did not run to the bathroom, did not dare release the load that could have filled the bladders of 5 normal women 5 times over. 
    “G-God…” Ricky breathed, finally breaking the silence. “You look...y-you look pregnant...it must hurt…”
    Daniela opened her eyes, her gaze distant and blurred. “I…...I t-toooOOlldd you…*oooh* I-I’m waiting till the water’s back…ungh...” She grunted, her eyes watering with the effort it took to even stand upright, let alone keep her 66 hours of pee contained. 
    Just then, the phone next to the bed rang. Ricky staggered forth, one hand still wrapped tightly round his groin as he picked it up with trembling fingers. 
    “H-Hello?” He groaned, his voice tinny and strained.
    Hello, valued guest, said the automated voice. We’re calling to inform you that the power has been restored at the plant, and your water should now be in working order. Again, we apologize for the inconvenience...your stay’s rate will be prorated to compensate. Thank you.
    Ricky felt his heart leap in his chest. 
    Daniela looked up, hope in her eyes. “Who was that? Is the water back on?”
    Ricky wrestled with himself for a moment. “...No…” He murmured. “No, not yet...they’re still working on it…”
    Daniela’s face visibly fell, and she grit her teeth with a shuddering breath for a moment before giving a quick nod. “A-alright…”
    3 hours passed...almost 11 PM. Daniela was dying. She’d never held this much piss, for so long before...she felt almost numb between her legs. It was getting somewhat hard to breath as her monstrous bladder crowded the rest of her organs in an attempt to expand even further. 
    Ricky was on the floor, hips trembling and both hands gripping his cock. The knowledge that he could pee if he wanted to, that the toilet was fixed made it that much harder to resist the urge to give in...but the delicious satisfaction from being desperate himself, not to mention watching his proud girlfriend suffer herself, outstripped his immense pain.
    Suddenly, Ricky heard a toilet flush through the wall. His eyes flipped open, and he raised his head to see if Daniela had heard the same thing. Her wide eyes and alive expression confirmed his fears. The jig was up. 
    He slowly rolled himself over, crying out as he was forced to rest partially on his bladder in order to get to his feet. Slowly, he began to stagger towards the toilet, when he heard a voice from behind him. 
    “N-no.” 
    Ricky turned to see Daniela struggling to her own feet, almost immediately doubling over as she cradled her mammoth bladder, her face tight with pain. “N-no...Midnight...N-nn...New Year’s…” 
    Ricky blinked, turning to the wall calender. It was indeed December 31st; there was but an hour till the New Year… and what better way to ring it in than with a gushing piss? 
    And so, Ricky turned away from the toilet, hobbling back towards Daniela, the two of them settling in for the final hour. 
    A half hour in, both were beyond shamelessly dancing, crossing their legs tightly, thrust hands into their own crotches, each other’s crotches, anything to help them hold back. 
    15 minutes. 
    Ricky could feel darkness blurring the edge of his vision, causing him to pant in order to get oxygen to his starved brain.

    10 minutes. 
    Daniela was groaning so loud it was certain the rooms next to them could hear, but she didn’t care. Her skin was stretched so tight over her abdomen it looked ashen. She was dancing from foot to foot like a child, her abdomen quivering as it looked ready to split at the seams.
    5 minutes.
    Both of them moved to the bathroom, clawing feverishly at their crotches as the toilet stood, ready and waiting to accept their endless golden offerings. It was all Ricky could do not to pull his cock out and give the porcelain bowl a hosing it had likely never seen.
    30 seconds. 
    Daniela had already pulled her tights and miraculously dry panties down and off, now naked from the waist down and stradling the toilet. Her hands pressed at her pussy, her head thrown back in sheer torment as she held back with all the strength she had left. 
    10 seconds. 
    Ricky pulled out his cock with a trembling hand, already pointing it at the bowl.
    5...
    4...
    3...
    2...
    The buzzer on Ricky’s iphone signaling midnight was drowned out by the couples strangled cry as they both relinquished their holds on their rupturing bladders at the same time, 39 and 78 hours worth of roiling dark piss splattering noisily into the bowl. For a moment, they maintained their pained expressions; it appeared that their loads were so great that releasing had not yet granted them relief...but after a moment…
    Both of them moaned in orgasmic euphoria as their bladders finally crossed the threshold and began to deflate, their streams growing in intensity and roping with wild abandon into the toilet below. So great was the combined force of their gushes that the bowl actually began to fill up, automatically flushing to keep up with the torrential output. 
    2 minutes passed...then 3...then 5...then 7. 
    After 9 minutes, their flows finally began to slow, coming down from power hose to pressure washer, then to faucet and slowly down to trickle. The toilet flushed again as the last of their bladders filled it to the brim once more, whisking away the dark frothing pee with a wet *glug*.
    Both of them sank, Ricky to the floor and Daniela onto the toilet, panting heavily, jaws slack and gazes unfocused.
    They both lay there for a few moments, almost insensate from the massive release they’d experienced. 
    Finally, Ricky raised his head, blinking the blurriness out of his eyes. “...Th-that...that was…”
    “...Yeah…” Daniela breathed, giving a tired chuckle. “Fuck...that was...wow…”
    They both continued to sit there, reveling in the afterglow of their momentous pisses for a while longer before Ricky pulled himself up to plant a kiss on Daniela’s mouth. 
    She returned with a tired ardor, bringing a hand up to his face as she did. 
    “...Told you I could do it…” She breathed, making them both chuckle. “But I’ll admit...I was bursting…” She whispered the last word in his ear, and immediately Ricky felt energy surge back into his body...well, a specific part, anyway.
    “Hey…” Daniela murmured, still breathing heavily. “We still got...a week left…” She murmured. “Let’s see if we can’t break the record, huh?” 
    Ricky merely looked up at her, swallowing. “...I love you…”
    She smiled. “I love you too...now, let’s get in the shower and I’ll show you how much…”

    THE END.
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    Chapter 60:
    Will put the now empty petrol holder in his boot and closed it over before quickly getting back into his car. The thought of his girlfriend in the car beside him wet, dying to pee, and trying to hold back until she got to his was such a huge turn on that he desperately longed to stroke his hard throbbing penis so much. His hands were sweating and perspiration ran down his forehead as he fought against his bodily needs and tried to drive. Just the thought Sarah might wet herself in utter desperation, perhaps even in her car right now, was so erotic he couldn’t help moaning as one hand slipped to his crotch and stroked his rock hard penis. If he made it back to his apartment without exploding it would be a miracle. 
     
    ‘God what a horrible day!’ Sarah said to herself as her soaking wet body shivered in her cold car. She put the key in and turned it willing the car to start. The engine clicked then fired up as Sarah breathed a sigh of relief. She switched her lights and windscreen wipers on and indicated to turn out of the parking space as she waited for Will to move away and let her out. Anxious to get back to Will’s to eat, get dried, and feel more comfortable she suddenly remembered that Will might not know the way to his own apartment because this was out of his usual route. 
     
    Will was entirely dependent on his trusted sat nav as he listened intently for instructions, having to turn the volume up to hear properly over the noise of the rain, his window wipers and his car engine. He could just about make out Sarah’s car behind him as his breathing got heavier and his penis throbbed uncontrollably in his trousers. From the moment he had woken with a desire for Sarah his body had been consumed with sexual longing and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold off his ejaculation. His head spun as he was also acutely aware of his hard and very full bladder which only seemed to heighten and increase his sexual urgency. By the time he pulled into his reserved parking space at his apartment block he had one hand on the steering wheel and the other rubbing and squeezing his obvious swollen and long penis. Switching off the engine he slid his left hand into his pocket to push down the tent in his pants as he saw Sarah park and get out her own car. He ran towards his drenched and stunning lady taking her hand and running towards the building. 
     
    Sarah knew the way to Will’s easily though it was reassuring to be behind Will in such awful weather. Three times she had to flick her wet hair from her eyes as drops of water ran down her face threatening to impede her vision and making her cheeks wet. Her legs, bottom and especially her crotch felt utterly soaking as she wondered how she would ever get her car seat dry again. But despite everything the relief that her car was now going again made her smile as she couldn’t stop thinking how grateful she was for Will. She had forgotten that he wasn’t yet aware of her accident as he held her hand and ran with her into his apartment block through the storm until, just inside the communal doorway, he raced upstairs still holding her hand as he breathlessly panted. 
     
    ‘And finally you can pee my sweetheart. You must be utterly frantic to go.’
     
    Sarah remained silent as Will unlocked his door and they both stepped in. Will’s mind was turning somersaults as the realisation he could watch and listen as Sarah exploded almost made his own body erupt then and there. Will, just ahead of Sarah, pushed open the bathroom door as he held it open to let Sarah in, his arousal extremely obvious and apparent to them both. 
     
    Sarah froze, drips of water falling on the floor from her mid length wet hair as she looked at Will, his wet t-shirt clinging to his chest and his blond curls tight and messy. The sexual tension thick and strong Sarah looked up at her man longingly and enticingly. 
     
    ‘I didn’t make it Will. While you poured the petrol into my car I wet myself standing right beside you in the pouring rain in the street. I just couldn’t wait any longer!’
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    Chapter 59:
    Will didn’t know what to say as he started the engine and drove back towards Sarah’s car as quickly as possible. He hated that Sarah appeared to be in pain and distress but his lower body and hormones soared with sexual desire knowing she could possibly have an accident and thinking how full her bladder was. His own bladder was full too but with such a hard and full on erection his mind was more focussed on sexual thoughts than those of peeing, for the immediate future anyway. Maybe, just maybe, if he could get petrol in Sarah’s car and she could get back to his they could both get the desperate relief they needed. 
     
    Sarah’s head spun as she felt Will’s car move out the petrol station but she had no idea where he was going as she had her head down and her arms wrapped around her body. Her bladder was so hard and full that it ached as all she could do was concentrate hard and squeeze tight as her lower body rocked on the chair in urgency. The mere thought of having to drive to Will’s terrified her and she knew already the likelihood of getting there dry was very very slim. Closing her eyes tight she tried focussing solely on keeping her muscles closed as every bounce and bump on the road made her urethra tremble. 
     
    The next Sarah knew was when Will stopped and all Sarah could hear was the rhythmic clicking of his indicators and the rain lashing on the windows. Finally raising her head as the rain still hammered on the car Sarah muttered through clenched teeth. 
     
    ‘Are we back at my car yet?’ 
     
    ‘Yes honey. I’ve just pulled in beside yours. If you give me the key I’ll put the petrol in and then you can head to mine. I don’t know about you but I’m more than ready to get some lunch and...’ 
     
    Holding back tears Sarah finished Will’s sentence.
     
    ‘Use the bathroom! That’s what I NEED more than anything right now!’ 
     
    As Will checked his mirrors then opened his door to get out into the heavy rain he looked at Sarah and sympathised with her so much even though he couldn’t help finding her situation a huge turn on. 
     
    ‘I know beautiful. I can see that.’ 
     
    Sarah held her hand out with her car keys and Will took them from her smiling. She heard his boot open and close again as a strong spasm overtook her and she undid her seatbelt and leaned forwards right on the edge of the seat moaning. 
     
    ‘Oh I need to go so much. I’m not going to be able to wait!’ 
     
    Opening the door carefully to avoid hitting her own car right beside her Sarah clambered out, fidgeting constantly and unable to stand upright. Her hair and clothes  immediately felt so wet and cold as the rain bore down heavily and the clouds blackened. Closing Will’s passenger door behind her Sarah squeezed between the front of her own car and the car parked in front as Will unlocked and unscrewed the petrol cap of her car then bent down to unscrew the top of the petrol can. 
     
    As Will lifted the plastic can of petrol from the wet pavement he finally noticed Sarah, who stood with her legs apart more than natural with one hand  leaning on her car. Her auburn hair clinging to her neck and face, her suit jacket, blouse and pencil skirt all darkening with the torrential rain they were both caught up in, Will longed to touch her, kiss her and hold her as she drove his mind and body crazy with desire. He could feel the tip of his manhood rub off the inside of his wet joggers as he shouted above the noise of the passing traffic and heavy rain as he started pouring the petrol into Sarah’s car. 
     
    Sarah knew she was already wet and cold. On top of that she was beyond desperate and however much she tensed and squeezed the pressure just became worse and worse. As she stood in the pouring rain watching Will she knew her body had done all it could as she parted her legs slightly more than normal and relaxed, immediately feeling her only dry clothing, her knickers, filling quickly with warm liquid that immediately ran in long warm lines down her legs inside her tights. 
     
    ‘I think that’s it all out. Now let’s get back to mine before we get wetter than we are already.’
     
    Sarah smiled and took her keys from Will. There wasn’t a single part of her dry, and not all of it was due to the rain.
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    Chapter 4: Shop till you drop.
    “How are things progressing?” A question came from the chair, its occupant turned away to face the window as the last of the days sunshine barely made it through it.
    “Well, around a third of the students remain.”
    “So, you are saying almost two thirds of the students have been removed from the test after failing.”
    “Yes Mam, but that was what was predicted.”
    “Fair enough. Do we have any front runners yet?”
    “Its too early to really tell, although we are seeing some promising signs from many of the second years. It seems that even over the summer their capabilities have improved.”
    “Good, keep me updated.”
    “Yes Mam” The woman said before turning and leaving through the door.
     
    “I got it” Eloise yelled from her room as she walked towards the door.
    “Hello, that’s 6 large Pizza’s, one medium Vegan Pizza Four large bottles of coke, four chicken sides, two garlic pizza breads and as requested a ‘shit tonne’ of dips” The young man said as he smiled at her.
    “Awesome, thank you!” Eloise replied, her stomach grumbling at just the smell coming from the warm boxes.
    “Do you need a hand?” He asked as he started awkwardly filling her arms with more boxes than she could carry.
    “Uhh, yeah sure if you wouldn’t mind.”
    “No problem” He said, grabbing the other half of the boxes and following her in.
    Walking into the lounge all eyes turned towards them, the young man suddenly looking a little shy as he met the eyes of the 7 other women in the house.
    “If you just pop them on the counter” Eloise said, snapping him out of it. Placing the boxes down quickly he awkwardly waved at them before quickly turning around and closing the front door behind him as he left.
    “He was kind of cute” Vanessa joked.
    “He looked about 14” Kay rebutted, grunting as she climbed over the corner of the sofa to get to the pizza as fast as she could.
    “He did not! And I mean he has to be 18, he drove right Eloise?” Vanessa defended herself.
    “Uhhh, I didn’t really look for a car.” Eloise responded.
    “Well I’d be impressed if he got this all here on a bicycle” Julia joked as she handed out the pizza’s to their right owners, “Summer, here is your not a pizza”.
    “Just because its vegan, its still a pizza. It just has dairy free cheese”
    “If it doesn’t have its weight of Pepperoni on I don’t want to know.” Allie said, digging into her own dinner.
    “Anyway, back to the question guys. What are we watching tonight?” Kay asked, the conversation interrupted by the delivery.
    “Hey Lucy, your pizza” Eloise said, offering the box to the red head as she sat on the couch, her legs jostling tightly together.
    “Lucy?” She asked again after getting no response from her housemate.
    “Sorry, totally zoned out there” She smiled nervously, a faint glint of sweat on her forehead.
    “Are you ok?” Eloise asked softly.
    “Yeah totally, you know just feeling last night.” She replied.
    “Yeah well who was the one who ordered the Sambuca Lucy?” Kay said accusingly, tearing open her own box and smiling at the meat covered pizza.
    “Guys, what film are we putting on!” Allie said slightly annoyed. “Or im just going to put on one I like”
    “Brain melting action!” Kay shouted.
    “Anything with Bradley cooper, or Chris Hemsworth, Or Liam Hemsworth, or even…” Zara started
    “So action film with a male lead, shouldn’t be a problem.” Allie said, turning around and shuffling through the combined DVD collection they had made.
    “Can we not do anything too gory while we eat?” Summer asked.
    “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” Eloise agreed, taking her seat back on the large sofa.
    “Ok, What about Mad Max fury road or Gladiator?” Allie said, turning from her position sat on the floor and holding the two options up.
    “I haven’t seen Fury road, the originals were really good.” Eloise said, taking the lead for the first time.
    “A woman of taste, I knew we would get on” Kay said, pointing a piece of pizza at her while several pieces of pepperoni fell onto her legs.
    “Yeah, im happy to watch anything with Charlize Theron in it.” Summer agreed.
    “Come on Gladiators a classic.” Julia chimed in.
    “While I agree… Tom Hardy” Was Vanessas input and as such the votes were cast and Allie slid in the disc.
     
    As the Splash screen started Eloise couldn’t help but look over at Lucy. There was definitely more to it than her hang over, and given the state of Summers bulge earlier Lucy had to be feeling it. After all not only was she holding just as much, she had been dosed with a strong diuretic that if the stories of previous parties were to believed had caused other first years to wet themselves several times in one night. Yet after days she was still holding on strong, although she looked far from comfortable.
    Thankfully for her it seemed that the film was enough to distract her, as well as Eloise who almost completely forgot about Lucy and her subtle signs of desperation. That was until out of the corner of her eye she noticed movement. Possibly without realising Lucy had begun to move her legs up and down, the shifting a sure sign of her desperate state and one that other people seemed to be pick up. A couple of others glancing at Lucy instead of watching the film.
    “Is everything ok Lucy?” Julia asked, sitting next to her the constant movement must have been more noticeable.
    “What, oh yeah sorry.” Lucy said, her face blushing as she placed her hands on her thighs and her legs stopped moving. Pursing her lips she closed her eyes for a moment, before forcing her attention back to the screen.
    But as the film worse on and neared the end it seemed her ability to sit still was slowly leaving her. One of her hands falling between her legs as Elouise looked on, the redhead even beginning to rock in her seat lightly. The more distracting movement getting the attention of many of the others who couldn’t seem to believe that one of their friends was stooping to such a level.
    “Do you have to squirm like that, its kind of distracting” Kay announced, breaking the silent looks some of them had shared between themselves. All clearly knowing what was going on but not willing to even suggest it to her.
    “ I…..I’m sorry alright….I just need to pee.” She admitted, her face blushing madly and now almost matching her hair colour. Her eyes darting down as she tried to avoid everyone’s accusing glances.
    “Come on its only been three days, I know you have lasted longer than that before.” Zara said a little harshly.
    “Four actually! And I know, but I cant help it. I don’t know what’s happening, my bladder just feels really full.” She continued, squeezing her legs together tighter, although her upper body seemed a little more relaxed to Eloise. Perhaps as Allie had indicated, the anxiety of being found out might have been making her situation worse.
    But as she had been watching on, Eloise could tell that it wasn’t just the display that Lucy was putting on which was annoying them. Ever since the others had woken and joined her in the kitchen, she had noticed the occasional sign of growing desperation in almost all the women sitting next to her. Each of their bladders already bulging through their clothing after being denied any relief for days, and she was sure that Lucy’s desperate display wasn’t helping them as they tried to ignore their own needs.
    “Look, can we just get on with the film.” Lucy said, not wanting to be at the centre of everyone’s attention any longer.
    The final third of the film finished uninterrupted, with Lucy’s desperation now out there for everyone she had resolved to just hold herself and keep her legs pressing together. An otherwise embarrassing situation for her, but a less distracting one for everyone else. As the credits rolled everyone sat back in their places. “That was alright I guess.” Julia said, clearly unimpressed.
     “I quite liked it, but its no original.” Kay replied.
    Standing up Eloise put her Pizza box back on the counter, accepting the others who handed them to her one at a time.
    “I cant believe we ate all that” Vanessa said, looking at the mound of empty boxes.
    “Pfff, I could have done it on my own” Kay joked, pushing herself up slowly.
    “You guys want to watch something else?” Allie asked hopefully.
    “Yeah im up for some more films.” A couple of them agreed.
    But stifling a yawn Eloise knew she should probably head to bed. It wasn’t exactly late but after her morning climb a not so restful night’s sleep, she was feeling drowsy.
    “I think I’m going to head to bed” She said stretching her arms out.
    “Ok, goodnight!” Summer said cheerily, herself clearly wide awake despite getting up far earlier than the others.
    Walking into her room she quickly got changed and shuffled under the covers, her eyelids closing heavily and soon she was asleep.
     
    Opening her eyes slowly Eloise’s hands flew between her legs.
    “Oooohph” She muttered to herself, a need to pee hitting her hard as her body woke. With both hands squeezing against her crotch she used her leg to brush her Duvet aside, letting out a hiss of air as she stood and her bladder cramped. The sudden movement causing the contents of her full bladder to move uncomfortably inside her. Walking quickly and not even closing the door she threw herself onto the toilet and sighed audibly as the evening and nights worth of pee emptied out of herself.
    Checking her watch she was pleasantly surprised 12 hours! It was nothing compared to what she had seen the others do, but for herself that was a long time. Although as she put a hand gently against her still aching bladder she worried about how close she had been to wetting the bed. It hadn’t been her intention to wait so long, but she simply hadn’t felt a strong need last night.
    Walking up the stairs towards the showers she found Summer gently jigging in small circles in front of the door. Her legs bouncing as she paced nervously, her mind clearly too distracted to see her approach.
    “Hey Summer, everything ok?” Eloise asked.
    “Oh!” The blonde haired woman said, slightly startled look. Realising she wasn’t alone she straightened up and stopped pacing, the tops of her thighs still occasionally pressing against each other. “Sorry, I have work and Lucy is taking forever in there.” She said, banging on the door with her fist.
    “Who is in the other one?”
    “Julia I think, but she only went in as I was getting up.”
    “Alright, im finishing up!” Lucy shouted from the other side of the door, her voice clearly strained and a little wobbly.
    Out of the corner of her eye Eloise could see Summer now standing on one leg, the other leg on its toes and allowing her to press her thighs together tighter than before without it looking too strange. Unfortunately for Summer, Eloise was all too aware of this strategy and many others given her seemingly small bladder compared to her housemates. But then her attention was taken by a series of grunts and rustling that seemed to be coming from the other side of the door.
    A couple of minutes later the door clicked open and outwalked Lucy in just her underwear, her jeans roughly folded in her arms, the faintest of frayed seems around the top button.
    Eloise was lost for words as she took in the almost naked woman, her hourglass figure now sporting the largest bladder bulge she had ever seen. The monstrous growth pushing inches out of her and making the red head look almost pregnant. Its volume was obscene and Eloise couldn’t help but stare, how could one bladder hold so much. She would have thought it impossible, part of her still did despite the evidence in front of her. Her strength must have been immeasurable to be able to do this.
    “No need to stare” Lucy joked, taking Eloise’s staring as her ogling her body.
    “Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting you to be…. My brains still waking up.” She tried to cover for herself.
    “Well, I’ll take it as a compliment.” She smiled, before walking back to her room with a slightly uneasy gate. Behind her Summer rushed into the empty shower, hoping to get ready in time for work. Although given Summers bulge the day before Eloise suspected that many of her housemates were starting to suffer similarly full bladders.
    Only a few minutes Later Julia emerged fully dressed from the other door. Her long and wet hair wound in a tight towel as she attempted to see without her glasses. “All yours” she said smiling at Eloise who took her place in the shower. As the warm water started to rain against her naked body her mind wandered back to Lucy, her bladder, and wondering how she how she could possibly have showered. Even now as she stood there with an empty bladder, Eloise could feel the warm waters effects, almost making her want to pee.
    Spending the morning reading her emails and welcome package, Eloise was becoming a little more aware of the university and her courses requirements. Tagged on at the end of the message was a list of books and study materials she would need to find. Reaching for her mug she tipped it towards her face to be disappointed when she found it empty. Rubbing her eye with her hand she figured it was time for lunch and another cup of tea.
    “Hey, Eloise there is a classic movie marathon next week if you want to come.” Kay said from behind her as she stepped off the bottom stairs.
    “Yeah sure, whats playing?”
    “Back to the future, all of”
    “I loved those movies when I was a kid!” Eloise said cheerily. Movies had always been a big past time when she was younger. She had often used them as a way of “learning”, convincing her parents to buy them for her so she could watch them in English and then in other languages to pick them up. In a weird way it had worked, although after her mum had walked in at the wrong moment in die hard it was a bit harder to convince them. Not quite the James Bond film she had told them it was.
    “Classic movie marathon next week?” Kay repeated, pointing at vanessa and Lucy as they sat in the kitchen.
    “Sure, I don’t have any plans since classes don’t seem to be coming back yet” Vanessa replied casually. The sentiment almost sending a shiver down Lucy’s spine, “Ok” she answered weakly.
    “But you have to come to the pub quiz tonight” Vanessa added.
    “Really, another night of drinking. How can you even stand it after yesterday?” Kay asked.
    “No, nothing like that. Just a few drinks, no shots.” Vanessa said, holding her hands up like a girl scout.
    “Who is going?” Kay asked.
    “Well, me, Zara and Lucy at the moment. I text Summer but she is at work so I haven’t got a reply. Julia is freaking out a little about a test we have in a couple of weeks so she is going to the library to study. I think the lack of classes is making her worry she is missing out on something, but she will ace it like always.”
    “Yeah sure I’ll come, what about you Eloise?” Kay asked.
    “I’ve never done a pub quiz, but they sound like fun.”
    “Cool, it starts at 7 so we should probably head out about 6.”
     
    By 6.50pm the first of what would be many rounds was ordered as they sat with their pens at the ready, the six of them waiting for the quiz to start while chatting about university life again. Summer had passed, taking a late shift for a colleague and Julia had gone to the library as expected. Sitting quietly Eloise listened to their stories, they had definitely had their fair share of experiences over the last few years. Some or most involving drunken nights out by the sounds of it, and only now some of them were finding out which of them were involved with the other halves of each other’s stories. Unsurprisingly it seemed Zara and Lucy were the primary suspects for most of the goings on, but they all had tales to tell. 
    Sipping her drink and despite the fun atmosphere Eloise could sense the deep uncomfortable undertones that were punctuating all of their behaviours. Despite Lucy being by far the most desperate last night, it seemed the others were fast approaching her level. Vanessa and Kay were all smiles above the table but beneath their legs jiggled constantly. Allie and Zara seemed to be swaying them back and forth and occasionally tensing them, the added benefit of wearing jeans meaning they were not at risk of flashing anyone who happened to look over. But the postures of all five women were rigid, their movements far more contemplated and unnatural as they stretched for drinks or swivelled in their seats.
    For her part Lucy was still doing a surprisingly good job at acting reasonably normal, but if you were  to look closely just as Eloise was, you could tell it was all for show. Her legs crossed as tightly as possible, her back arched slightly as she tried to give her bloated bladder the room it needed. The giant bulge somehow looked even more apparent when they had all met up earlier that evening, her tight orange pencil dress accentuating all her curves including the one sticking out of her stomach. Thankfully her wide hips helped to hide the true extent of it, giving her bladder more room to expand sideways as well as forwards. By her sides her hands flexed and scrunched periodically and at some moments Eloise could have sworn that she had even seen tears forming in the corners of her housemate’s eyes as she battled what must have been an immense urge.
    But as the music died down and the quiz started Lucy seemed a little more relaxed, maybe that was the point. Was she and the others starting to worry about what would happen if they were left with too much time to think, this could just be a way of keeping their minds occupied and distract themselves. It seemed like a good strategy, Eloise herself contemplating whether it would help her in her own training.
    But as they finished their fourth round of cocktails a while later she wasn’t going to have to wait long, a fullness in her own bladder once again signalling that her annoyingly small bladder was rapidly filling. But she wouldn’t break tonight, she was resolute to hold it until she got home. But given the increased movements of the others around the table, they were either feeling the same thing or the strong alcohol was simply making them less shy about showing their needs. A hand now almost constantly pressing between Lucy’s legs as she resorted back to furiously jiggling them under the table. A fresh sheen of sweat on all their faces caused by the group’s constant movement and the warm bar, heated almost certainly to cause their patrons to need to drink more.
    But surprisingly they were actually winning, she had never done a pub quiz but it certain seemed the others had. Even in their desperate and sweaty states they were able to answer question after question correctly and it had given them a 4-point lead over their closest rivals. A lead that they just about managed to maintain over the other group for the next hour. Although even with their own calculations as the quiz master started to announce the winners, they were not fully convinced of their maths.
    “Drum roll please” The man running it said, a distorted electronic drumroll coming through the cheap speakers the bar was using.
    “Cockless Tails!”
    “Wheeeeyyy” Zara and Vanessa cheered, forcefully high fiving.
    “I thought you said you didn’t use that name!” Allie said, almost choking on the last of her drink.
    “I may have done” Vanessa joked, a sly smile on her face.
     “Well done Ladies, here is your prize. Its £50 of bar credit for tonight!” The man said cheerily, tearing off a little signed slip which he handed over.
    “For tonight?” Lucy asked, light trepidation in her voice.
    “Yes, sorry we cant let people go out with these slips. Otherwise people would come in all the time with fake ones asking for drinks and things. This way we can keep track of it and keep giving away at least some form of prize.” He said, before heading back behind the bar.
    “Alright then, what are we all having?” Zara said, flicking the note against the palm of her hand.
    “Well, next round of cocktails?” Kay suggested, downing the remnants of her glass.
    “Come on guys its free drinks, we should get something we wouldn’t otherwise buy” Vanessa retorted.
    “Champagne” Zara added, Allie pointing at her and nodding.
    With no other suggestions Zara quickly left the group, a beaming smile on her face even if she was moving slightly awkwardly.  Soon she returned with the largest bottle any of them had seen.
    “What is that?” Allie asked
    “Ummm, its Moet and Chandan” She replied reading the label.
    “Moet” Eloise replied, correcting her friends French.
    “Sorry, Moet” Zara said jokingly. “It was the biggest bottle they had and I paid the extra £5 for this so don’t complain to me.”
    “Good to know you are a woman of quantity over quality.” Vanessa joked back.
    “Hey no matter what anyone else says, size matters” Zara said, barely able to keep a straight face before all of them burst out laughing.
    “Oooh” A groan came from Lucy.
    “You doing alright over there?” Kay asked
    “What yeah, just twinged a muscle” Lucy said, feigning another smile but a much less convincing one than she was managing earlier. But she wasn’t the only one struggling, Eloise herself was having to fight her own body as the last hour had been filling her bladder to even more uncomfortable levels. She was doing her best to hide it, but it was quickly becoming impossible, dull pulses from her bladder were causing her muscles to tremble slightly and she knew it was a sure sign that wouldn’t be able to hold out too much longer. She hadn’t thought it would be an issue but, with this new large bottle it might be closer than she thought.
    Thankfully between the six of them it didn’t take long at all to finish the bottle, its 30-flute capacity disappearing into each of the women. A fact that Eloise found enthralling, even though their bladders were obviously bothering them they drank just as much as they did before. Despite the constant demands of their bodies, they were trying to live their usual lives without changing anything. It was inspiring in an odd sort of way to the new freshman.
    But even with the inspiration of her housemates, the walk home at closing time proved a little harder than previously expected, the high percentage drinks taking their toll on their minds and bladders. Unsteady steps down the road were apparently Hilarious to Vanessa, but for Eloise and Lucy it was anything but. Even with the cold night air both could feel themselves sweating, Lucy letting out the occasional soft groan as she heaved her bladder along on shaking legs. Feeling her aching bladder pulse again Eloise could take it no more, she needed to get home. Giving up on staying with her friends she increased her pace, the rapid footfalls jostling her bladder but she knew she didn’t have long one way or the other.
    Charging ahead of the rest she fumbled with the doorhandle before eventually it clicked open. Climbing through she let the door swing as she power walked to her room, similarly opening the door but a few steps away she turned and closed it. Her right hand in a fist and hammering against her thigh anxiously, without even taking her coat or shoes off she bolted for her toilet, dancing on the spot as she turned to close the door. Her legs rubbings against each other furiously as her hands instantly flew to her jeans buttons. Unfastening them as quickly as she was able to, she pushed them and her underwear to her knees, all but falling onto the toilet. A strong stream instantly bursting out of her and pattering noisily against the porcelain beneath her once again.
    Unable to stop herself Eloise let out a groan of relief, her torso almost folding in half as she felt the relief she had been wanting for the last few hours. Sighing she listened to the sound of her strong stream in an otherwise quiet house. Once again she had found herself perilously close to wetting herself as an adult, not quite the start to university life she was expecting.
    Flushing the toilet she stood, taking off her coat and throwing it onto the bed she walked back out into the hall, surprised to see that the others hadn’t made it back yet. Kicking off her shoes she poked her head out of the door, her housemates still some distance back up the road. She hadn’t realised how much faster she must have been walking, but closing the door she put a hand on her bladder and revelled in its relaxed emptiness.
    Walking into the kitchen for a much-needed glass of water she found Julia sat at the table, her legs vibrating beneath her. An empty coffee pot and energy drink cans lay around her including a number inside her half open bag.
    “Hey Julia, how is the work going?” she asked.
    “Not bad, just trying to catch up on what we have missed this week.” She said, her leg movements stopping once she realised someone was watching.  “How was the quiz?”
    “Yeah it was good, we won! Although there were only a few teams playing. You should totally come next time.” Eloise replied
    “Yeah, maybe” Julia said half-heartedly, clearly a little down about something.
    “I know studying is important but you should also take some breaks. You know, otherwise you can get burnt out.”
    “Yeah, your right. I think its just the test that I’m a little worried about. But I was thinking of heading out for some shopping tomorrow if you want to tag along?” Julia asked.
    “Yeah sure I could do with some more clothes, If nights out become a common thing I’ll need more than two dresses.”
    “Sure thing, I was thinking of going out about half 10? Might see if anyone else wants to go too, make a house trip out of it”  
    “Sounds good to me” Eloise smiled.
     
    By the next morning it really seemed as if the nights of drinking had taken their toll on Lucy. After waving goodbye to a slightly uncomfortable looking Zara and Vanessa, Eloise had found Lucy groaning in the kitchen. She had paused for a moment in the doorway, watching her friend pant and pretzel her legs as she tried to watch something on the tv. Her hair matted and some of last night’s makeup still smudged on her face that had immense discomfort written across it. The bloated red head now had one hand pressing on the tops of her thighs, the other bunching up the blue plaid skirt she was wearing. Its semi elasticated waistband digging into the bulge that Eloise could see even more prominently. Although for their part, the spandex clad women heading out for their run and then Yoga had sported similar bulges by this point. The thought causing images of the pair doing yoga with uncomfortably full bladders to fill her mind before she shook them away again.
    Finally walking into the room Eloise grabbed her cup, pouring herself some fruit juice from the fridge. Looking over Lucy hadn’t even registered her presence yet, her mind clearly too preoccupied.
    “Morning” Eloise said cheerily, but the look on Lucy’s face was anything but. The red head turning towards her with a pained expression that remained even as she tried to smile back. Eloise could see the pain in her eyes as she fought the monumental battle that was raging within her.
    “Mor…Morning” Lucy said unsteadily, her cheek twitching and legs continuing to move restlessly even with Eloise watching.
    “Hey Eloise, you ready in a few?” Julia asked, entering behind her. “I spoke to the others this morning and Summer and Zara are going to come too, well after she finishes yoga she will join us.”
    “Sure thing” Eloise said, turning to look at Julia as her housemate’s eyes were diverted to Lucy who was still sitting and occasionally flinching on the sofa.
    “You are more than welcome to come too Lucy” She added, although there was a sense that she wasn’t expecting her to actually accept given her current state. An unspoken acknowledgement had formed between most of them, they were all trying to ignore their needs so talking about it wasn’t really going to help.
    But to their surprise she nodded “Sure, a bit of shopping might help distract me.” Standing awkwardly she moaned softly, her back bent over with a hand on her bloated bladder for support.
    Grabbing their coats and shoes the four of them made their way up to the shopping centre. Its large plain square grey building a little depressing in the otherwise green surroundings. As they walked through the shopping centre Eloise couldn’t help but notice the way her friends were walking. She could see their backs arching back slightly, the weight of their protruding bladders causing them to change their posture. The strange sight of them all almost looking like a pregnancy group on a day out, but their rotund bodies were simply the impact of many nights out and no bathrooms. Although she was sure a fair share of pregnancies may also have started out in a similar fashion.
    “So where do you want to go Eloise?” Summer asked, the group dawdling along glancing from shop to shop.
    “I don’t really know. I mean we have some of the same shops but the stuff in them is a little different. I usually just do department stores?” She replied.
    “No no no, that won’t do. I thought you French were supposed to be fashionable?” Zara joked, but the smile was short lived as she flinched at some unseen moment of pain.
    “I mean, im not really that sort of person. But that place looks like its similar to where I use to go back home.” Eloise said pointing at a shop a little ahead of them.
    “John Lewis?” Summer asked sarcastically.
    “Yeah, why is it bad?”
    “Not exactly trendy.” Summer replied.
    “I mean….” Eloise said, looking down and indicating to her kind of bland fashion choices. Her worn jeans, and fraying green T-shirt whose logo had fallen off months ago.
    “Point taken, lets see if we can find you something, maybe a new dress for nights out.” Summer said
    “What’s wrong with my dress.” Eloise said, despite thinking the same thing earlier.
    “The fact you called it your dress…singular” Zara smiled, it was another fair point that Eloise couldn’t really argue with.
    Walking into the large department store the group made their way up a couple of floors to the women’s section. Browsing through the clothes Eloise was happy to find several dresses that she liked, but looks or comments from the others meant that even after an hour she hadn’t found anything that she and the others all liked.
    “What about this?” She asked again, pulling out a summery yellow frock and turning to Lucy. But it seemed that her friend was far too preoccupied to reply. Lucy’s shaking hands outstretched and clinging to the metal frame that was covered in discount clothing. Her face sweaty and she was starting to rock where she stood, her eyes twitching and unfocused.
    “Nah, that’s too my first prom and not drunk night out.” Zara said, sideling up to her with arms full of clothes and ignoring Lucy. Summer appearing next with Julia as she draped another dress on top.
    “Alright, here are the only acceptable things I have found in this entire store” She continued dumping the load into Eloise’s arms, a slight grimace in Zara’s face as she did so. The sign of discomfort enough to make her realise that she and the others were probably trying to use this as a distraction from their own bladders, just like Lucy. It explained why her and Summer were being so particular and full on about this.
    “Changing rooms are that way.” Julia said, pointing behind her.
    Grabbing a number from the assistant she slid the curtain closed and began to change. Inspecting the chosen clothing one at a time and dismissing half of them without even trying them on. Anything stupidly tight, revealing or just crass was thrown on the No pile.
    “Are you going to show us anything, or just stay in there the whole time.” Summer said loudly from outside.
    Inspecting herself in the mirror she had to admit that this latest black dress was nice. It was a little more feminine that she usually dressed, with semi-transparent black netting sections across her shoulders and under her arms. But flattening it out and inspecting it from the side it seemed to be the right level of fancy and comfortable. Doing a couple of stretches she was happy to feel the fabric stretching or moving slightly, more than enough to accommodate real life, although it had ridden up her thighs slightly.
    Opening the curtain she walked back out to see the others, the group now sat on chairs just outside. The four of them sitting uncomfortably, their feet tapping on the carpet from both their desperation and being fed up of waiting. Only Lucy’s feet remained still, her body rigid and unmoving as she sat forward on her chair. It might just have been the room but it looked as if she was turning as white as a sheet, Lucy’s skin no longer clammy but almost wet looking as the strong lights reflected off her forehead. The same unconscious look in her eyes even as her head moved up so she could get a look at Eloise.
    “What about this?” Eloise said, giving a little half turn.
    “You look nice” Summer said, smiling. “I agree, it suits you” Julia added.
    “More importantly its hot without being slutty” Zara said, clearly patting herself on the back for finding something like that in this shop.
    “And its only £24.00” Eloise replied, half ignoring that last comment. Although it was nice to know it wasn’t too revealing.
    “Alright next go for the blue one!” Zara said excitedly.
    Returning to the changing room she spotted the one Zara was probably talking about, a light blue pencil dress hung next to the rest. Putting it on she was worried to see it only just made it half way down her thighs, there was no way she would wear this in public. What happened to hot without slutty she thought to herself. Although she should probably show the others just to make Zara happy. She had really been trying to find something she liked and Eloise did appreciate their efforts. Even if they were in part to distract themselves, she would have to do something like this again when they and especially Lucy felt a little more comfortable.
    Pulling the dress down as far as it would go she walked out, trying to keep her legs together to stop it riding up and flashing anyone in the shop.
    “Ohh,” Zara said, putting a hand on her chest when she saw her. “Do I know how to pick out a dress or what?”
    “It’s a little…little” Eloise said, pulling it down again.
    “Its fine, you’re a young woman out to have fun”
    “I think it might be a bit too much for her first dress of that type.” Summer said, agreeing with Eloise.
    “Ok fine.” Zara said, her face slightly sullen.
    “But I am going to get the back one” Eloise replied, thankful to see her friend perk up a little. Returning to the changing room she enjoyed putting her regular clothes back on, they were much more her style and the casual attire felt almost like a second skin at this point.
    “Can we get some lunch?” Summer asked as they lined up at the tills, Eloise carrying her new dress.
    “Sure, there is a good court a little ways over there, I noticed it as we walked in” she replied.
     
    “Grabbing a table they all sat down for a bite to eat, the busy shopping centre filled with people rushing around beside them. Biting into her “French” pastry Eloise was starting to people watch many of them, although her attention was taken by those sitting around the table mostly. With nothing to occupy their minds many of them had returned to bouncing their legs, the uncomfortable metal chairs only worsening their awkward postures. But while Zara and Summer seemed to be handling it slightly better despite their desperate jiggling and bulging bladders, Lucy and now Julia seemed to be struggling.
    Lucy hadn’t been very talkative during their shopping, the beads of sweat and soft moans emanating from her sure signs she wasn’t doing well, even as she had accepted a large soda with her meal. But next to her Julia seemed even more rigid and had been almost as quiet as the read head. Actually, thinking about it the bookish black-haired woman hadn’t said much all day. Trailing around behind Summer she had offered her opinion when asked, but it was clear she was struggling to get out of her own head.
    “You doing alright?” Eloise asked, breaking the silence.
    “What, yeah im ok why?” Julia said, her tightly crossed legs stopping from moving for a moment.
    “Just seem a little quiet.” Eloise replied.
    “Oh, sorry. Yeah im good.” She said, smiling at her before quickly looking down at her own meal, picking up the sandwich but not looking up at her again.
    “I can’t believe classes are still cancelled” Julia muttered into it, Zara and Summer giving her knowing glances as to what might have been the real reason behind the frustration.
    After finishing up their food, the five of them were on the prowl again. This time not just for Eloise, although it still seemed that Zara was doing her best to get her to buy something a little more showing.
    “Oooh, can we try TopShop?” Zara said, pointing to the shop slightly in front of them. “I don’t know if they will have anything you are looking for, but I need some bits too.”
    Picking out a couple of things over the next couple of hours Zara and Julia found their way to the changing rooms yet again, the others moving over so they could help judge their choices. Sitting on one of the uncomfortable square stools Eloise watched as Lucy slowly paced around them rather than sit, an almost constant look of concern on her face as she fought the visible waves of desperation. But she wasn’t the only one, Eloise had been seeing more and more signs that all of the others were in need of a restroom. From clenching thighs, crossed legs and even a few crotch grabs from Zara.
    “This is cute, what do you think?” Zara asked emerging from a changing room and doing a little twirl in a short emerald dress, its design covered in palm leaves but in quite a subtle way. Putting a hand on her bladder Zara closed her eyes and Eloise could tell she was kicking herself for the quick turn. Her movement sending her bladders contents sloshing around inside her.  “Although it’s a little tight” She added, trying to pinch the synthetic material from her protruding bladder, taking a moment to press a hand between her legs.
    “It looks good” Eloise said.
    “I think I’m going to get it” She said, admiring herself in the floor to roof mirror, her left-hand lingering for a moment on the bulge in her abdomen. Grabbing their things, it was yet another shop down on their spree, the girl’s heads turning as they walked, trying to spot the next place they should go.
    “Oh hey, why don’t we try FatFace.” Summer suggested, pointing a few shops up the corridor. “They usually have some good deals at the start of term.”
    Walking across the main corridor out of the front doors of the last shop Lucy seemed to slow down before stopping completely. A weird look on her face as she stood there quivering slightly, her eyes wide and staring at the wall opposite for a few moments.
    “Are you ok?” Eloise asked, already knowing the answer but unsure of exactly what she could do to help. She had honestly been surprised that Lucy had lasted this long given the desperation she had shown two days earlier. It was getting difficult to gauge how desperate her housemates were.
    “Yeah of course” She forced another clearly pained smile on her face and with visible effort started walking again. Her face even paler than it had been in the last shop, the natural light coming through the glass roof highlighting her sweat covered skin.
    But a few steps later she was forced to stop again, breathing heavily through her nose with an even more pained expression on her face. A quiet grunt escaping her as all of the others turned to look at her.
    “Are you sure you are ok, you don’t look….” Eloise started, watching the sweat drip from the red head, her eyes frantic and getting wider by the second.
    “Oh no” Lucy whimpered almost silently as she grimaced deeply, her torso twitching “Im sorry guys, but I think im…about…too….”
    As Eloise looked down at Lucy’s legs she could see a single stream of perfectly clear, almost pure looking liquid was beginning to roll down the back of her thigh. The thin stream looking more like a leak as it reflected brightly off the sunlight from above. It silently speed across her calf and began to overflow her shoe, leaving a glistening trail down her leg as it went. But despite the thin stream it didn’t stop, even as the seconds passed and the stream continued Lucy started to groan, a hand moving to her bladder for a few moments.
    A clear spasm rocked her body hard and with that ended the quiet and slow wetting, a loud splashing noise echoing back up off the hard-tiled floor of the shop as Lucy’s bladder exploded. As Eloise continued to watch in awe it seemed to go from one extreme to the other, as multiple heavy streams drained out from beneath her tight dress. Lucy’s pee falling in an avalanche between her bare legs, forking down them and joining the expanding puddle beneath her as she let out another groan. Another spasm shaking her body as her mouth hung open, her eyes screwed shut as she tried to blot out the world.
    “Oh, fuck” Lucy muttered quietly, her teeth clenched in relief or embarrassment.
    The others watched on in silence, even the stores music seemed to fade away into the background for Eloise. The wetting amplified by the hard surfaces that seemed to surround them, the splattering reverberating up off them and filling her ears. Taking a couple of steps away she was mesmerised by the splashing and bouncing of her friend’s accident as her pee continued to escape her, spreading further and further across the floor in all directions. Light dancing off her wet legs and in the ripples of the puddle beneath her. It took over a full minute despite the speed of her accident for Lucy to finally run out. Her bladder finally empty after so many hours.
    “I…I cant believe that happened.” Lucy said defeated, her voice almost horse as if she had been crying or screaming for hours.
    “Maybe we should move on…” Summer said, aware of a large security man with a cross face walking towards them.
    “I….” Lucy muttered for a second, uncomprehending what had just happened before being led away from her giant mess by the others. Drops of her urine still falling from her legs as they walked away, an awkward silence falling between them as they struggled for what to say. For the first time in as long as they had known each other, one of them had wet themselves. It would have been almost unthinkable less than a week ago for a third year to fall from grace in such a way. They were supposed to be the unbreakable bladders of the university, trained to withstand anything. Yet, as they led their wet friend away, many of the group couldn’t help but think about their own limitations for the first time.
     
     
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    The first of the group has lost it, the air of invincibility for the group may be leaving them. Will classes start again or will something else happen to the rest of them?
    Thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!
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    ola93 reacted to Daviss in WHY the fuck was my post deleted??   
    I posted a good compilation vid of various outdoor jeans peeing scenarios a couple hours ago. I thought the one that started at 2:22 was especially hot. It was up for only about 20 minutes, and two people (wetterwater and cruiser79) already posted comments, but I can't even see what they said because it was deleted for no reason I can see. Is anyone else getting tired of this moderator dictator bullcrap? There is no way this clip was on the "do not post" list. It is unlabeled, but made by at least semi-professionals. I go to a lot of trouble finding good material to share, as I have done many times over the years. We deserve an explanation to this blatent censorship.
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    ola93 reacted to Linxsquat in WHY the fuck was my post deleted??   
    It’s just a power trip for these mods because they have no power or control in their own lives, getting pretty close to deleting my account because of this nonsense 
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    ola93 reacted to Mbgpeelover in Together in Times Of Desperation (book 2 of Sarah and Will)   
    Chapter 58:
    Sarah was first through the door of the little shop, glancing in every direction as she made her way to the pay point. Talking fast, and without pausing for even a breath, she blurted out quickly everything that needed said. 
     
    ‘Excuse me. Do you sell petrol cans at all? I have run out of petrol but I don’t have a petrol can. And do you have a bathroom I could use please? I had to wait for my boyfriend to come and get me and I really need to go!’ 
     
    Will came in right behind Sarah his eyes transfixed on her body movements and his ears tuned to every word she said. She was in every way sex personified at this exact moment and while he never wanted his treasured lady to be humiliated or embarrassed he couldn’t help but be extremely turned on by her predicament. Feeling his thick and hard erection against his joggers he slid a hand into his pocket to press his penis down out of sight. He needed to pee a lot too but his mind was overridden strongly by sexual desire and he knew that even without his fear of peeing anywhere but home he still wouldn’t be able to relax and urinate with such a hard erection. He forced himself to look around the tiny shop in order to prevent his body and sexual urges overpowering his mind as he spotted one small petrol can on a bottom shelf. 
     
    Bending to pick up the plastic canister his ears pricked at hearing the staff member’s reply to Sarah. 
     
    ‘We don’t stock many petrol cans I am afraid but if we have any left they will be down on the bottom shelf over there. And I am afraid the only bathroom we have is for staff only. I do apologise.’ 
     
    Will felt he needed to act quickly, partly because he knew Sarah was absolutely bursting for the toilet but also because knowing she still had to wait made his penis shake with lust. If his body was allowed to take control Sarah would be naked and penetrated right where she was. Will squeezed his penis hard through his pocket as he took the plastic petrol holder to the till and paid. He pulled his other hand out his pocket and looked at the small amount of cash he had and handed the cashier the only note he had on him. Doing a quick count of the change now in his hand he hoped he had enough to pay for the fuel too. His thought process was interrupted by Sarah who pulled on his arm almost in tears. 
     
    ‘Will, we need to hurry. Come on!’ 
     
    Sarah stood there in shock, unable to stand still and seriously worried if she would make it back to Will’s with having to buy fuel and get it in her car first. Surely Will would do everything he could to support and help her but as she saw him walking towards her with the petrol can she wanted to scream as he stared down at his hand as if he had all day! She pulled at his arm in urgency begging him to get out of the garage immediately.
     
    Pulling Will back outside, frustration got the better of Sarah as she marched on the spot franticly as Will pulled the petrol pump away from the pump and put it into the small plastic can. 
     
    ‘Can you not do that any quicker Will? I REALLY need to get back to yours NOW!’  
     
    With both hands needed to fill the can, one holding the pump and the other keeping the can from overflowing, Will could no longer prevent his penis from throbbing nor could he hide the fact the top of his joggers were now stretched outwards very obviously. As he watched and felt the fluid pumping through the pump and pouring into the plastic canister he simultaneously felt his own body doing similar as his rock hard penis longed for Sarah with everything in it. Just as the can filled to the top and Will hung up the pump and screwed on the lid of the plastic can his eyes caught the bottom half of Sarah as she rubbed her thigh with a clenched fist and bend forwards moaning. This was all Will could take as precum leaked out uncontrollably causing a damp sticky patch on his workout joggers. 
     
    Clicking to unlock his car, and leaving the can on the ground by his car, Will prayed that the garage worker wouldn’t see the damp area of his trousers as he once again slid a hand inside his pocket and forced his erection down. Rushing inside, not wishing to leave Sarah any longer than necessary, he pulled his other hand out of his pocket and counted out the money for fuel, left it sitting on the counter and rushed back out. 
     
    Sarah was now inside his car again so he quickly grabbed the petrol can, opened his boot and put it in and then climbed into the driver’s seat, glancing over to Sarah as he did so. Sarah sat hunched forwards, both arms wrapped around her stomach as she moaned quietly. Will’s penis vibrated in his underwear as he knew he would replay this scene many times in his mind, but conscious of not wanting to distress Sarah. He wouldn’t object if she had an accident in his car but he knew enough about Sarah that she would. She was a professional woman in her suit, tights and court shoes and whatever meeting she had been to was obviously very important to her. 
     
    However much he wanted her he knew what she wanted, more than anything in the world right now, was to get to use a toilet. He had the power to make that happen and his decisions right now would be the difference between her making it on time or not. 
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    Chapter 57:
    Running back to his car in the pouring rain Will could feel his bladder full and heavy. The noise of splashing in puddles and rain hitting off the road, pavement and parked cars wasn’t helping either as he pressed to unlock his car and climbed in the passenger seat to search for money. Pulling down the driver’s sunshade he slid his hand in a hidden pocket and pulled out a ten pound note he always kept for emergencies. Then he pulled open a small secret pocket near the temperature controls and put all the loose change there in his pocket. It wasn’t much but hopefully it would at least cover parking for Sarah until they got back with petrol. Climbing back out into the rain and pressing to lock his car Will felt another twinge from his bladder but he could also feel his semi erect penis against his clothes. Recalling the thought of Sarah sitting in her car with a full bladder he could feel his penis grow a bit more again. How he adored seeing Sarah with a full bladder. 
     
    Will jogged back to Sarah’s car and stood at the pay meter trying to work out the instructions. The non stop rain made working it out harder but he somehow managed to get a new ticket for Sarah and he opened her car to hand it to her. Having to shout over the noise of the weather he spoke to his stunning girlfriend who he noticed still had a hand between her legs. 
     
    ‘Don’t get out in this weather Sarah. I found some money in my car. You stay there and I’ll bring my car up to get you. Ok?’ 
     
    Sarah nodded. It was good to have someone else take control for once and she was so proud of Will and how he was coping with everything. He also looked so unbelievably sexy with soaking wet hair and wet clothes. A wicked thought crossed her mind that with his clothes already wet Will could easily release his bladder fully clothed and no-one would realise. She massaged her throbbing vagina as she waiting rather impatiently wishing her own clothes were as wet as Will’s so she took could relax her muscles and pee. 
     
    Will pulled beside her quickly and Sarah locked her car and jumped into Will’s, the warm dry and less cramped seat a delight to sit in compared to her own cold smaller car. 
     
    ‘So which way? Postcode please?’
     
    Sarah was so distracted by the extra room to move and the continuous pressure from her bladder plus trying to get her seat belt on that at first she didn’t hear Will. 
     
    ‘Postcode please mam?’ 
     
    ‘Sorry Will, I have no idea. But I’ll direct you. Carry on straight ahead just now.’ 
     
    For all Will loved Sarah her voice wasn’t as clear and predictable as his trusted sat nav and he felt nervous and uneasy not knowing where he was going. 
     
    ‘Just keep driving straight and you will see a big car showroom on your left soon. I think there’s a garage immediately after it. Please let them have a toilet!’
     
    Will couldn’t help but smile. If he wasn’t driving this would have been a dream come true and his body was responding accordingly. Sarah was right though and within a couple of minutes Will could see the car showroom despite the heavy rain as he indicated to pull into the small independent petrol station tucked in at the side. There was only room for four cars on the forecourt and Will turned off his engine by a petrol pump and went to climb out. 
     
    ‘Goodness it’s tiny Sarah! I never even knew this one was here. I’ll be back in a minute. Let’s hope they have petrol cans eh!’
     
    ‘No! I’m coming in! I need to! And never mind a petrol can they better bloody have a loo! God I’m desperate and this rain isn’t helping at all!’ 
     
    Sheltered under a makeshift roof Will smiled as Sarah climbed out his car and waddled to the shop entrance unable to stand still at all.
     
    What if they didn’t have a public bathroom? Would his girlfriend have the self control to hold while he bought a petrol can, filled it, paid and then drove back and filled her car all before they could get back to his? The more he thought about it the more he could feel himself desiring Sarah and the more he realised that he too longed to get back to his own apartment to piss. He wasn’t about to embarrass himself by even trying to pee in an unknown garage. History told him that would never happen as he hurried behind Sarah into the on-site shop watching Sarah wiggle and bounce the whole time.
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    Chapter 3: Climbing the walls.
    “Did we get what we were looking for?” The woman asked, the light in the room displaying the face of an aging but strong jawed woman. The curtains open and letting light spill across the floor, her figure still shadowed by the contrast caused by the bright light.
    “Yes mam, the biometric readings came in clear and strong. We should be able to make good estimates from them.” The woman said, bowing as she walked closer to the desk.
    “How many have made it this far?”
    “All the second and third years are still participating. But only around 10% of the first years made it through the night.”
    “Understandable, its about the same as previous years.” The woman in the chair nodded. “Any candidates among them for special training?”
    “Yes mam” The woman replied, placing a large dossier folder on the desk. “In there you will find the top 10 promising first years. However, with some still holding on those are just the preliminary findings.”
    “Ok good…What is this that I hear about a mishap?”
    “Oh…” the woman paused for a moment, clearly compiling her thoughts. “There was a mishap with delivery mechanism, from our readings we believe one of your group have been exposed to the diuretic.”
    “Unfortunate, but it may yield some interesting results. Keep me apprised of its outcome.” The woman said unemotionally, snapping the binder closed and laying it on the desk again.
    “If that is all?” She asked, raising her eyebrows. The woman opposite her bowing and leaving the room.
    The large door closing with a thump as she eyed the folder once again, things were about to get interesting.
     
    Waking up the following morning Eloise stumbled over to the bathroom, bracing herself against the sink she stared into the mirror. The nights drinking taking a toll on her, her skin paler and a little clammy. Grabbing a flannel she quickly washed up and used the toilet before making her towards the kitchen. The smell of eggs and bacon wafting through the house along with the sizzle and quiet chatter from whoever was in the kitchen.
    Strolling in she was surprised to see almost the entire house standing around the small room, only Allie and Kay seemed to be missing.
    “Morning” she greeted them, covering a yawn with her mouth. “I take it you are all morning people” she added, the way they were dressed giving away the fact many of them were ready for the day and hadn’t just crawled out of bed like herself.
    “Morning” Summer said cheerily, chopping up some fruit and dropping it in the large blender with an entire carton of Orange juice.
    “Most of us seem to be, but it doesn’t look like Allie and Kay are. But then again we have only been living together for a couple of days.” Vanessa said, crunching into an apple.
    “Oh yeah, I keep forgetting. You all seem like you know each other really well.”
    “Well, we have known each other for 2 years now I guess.” Lucy said, sipping a cup of coffee that reminded Eloise of why she came in. Filling the kettle, she turned it on and patiently waited for it to boil.
    “So you still planning on heading up to the fare this afternoon?” Lucy asked.
    “Yeah, sounded like a good way to see what sort of things are going on.”
    “Awesome, yeah a lot of them are free for the first session so why not try a load of things.” Summer said before silencing the room with her noisy blender.
    “I got to make a move guys, Gymnastics meet up for the competition next week.” Zara shouted over the noise, quickly grabbing her toast that had just pinged out the top of top of the toaster and heading out with a bag over one shoulder. Waving back at them with the toast held between teeth she closed the door a little too loudly, the noise waking up Kay who shouted something incoherent but the tone giving away she wasn’t too impressed by the loud wake up.
    After being joined by a dishevelled Kay and finishing off their breakfasts, Kay, Summer and Vanessa headed up with her to the main campus for the fresher’s fare. Eloise wasn’t exactly sure what to expect and didn’t have any real plans on joining anything, but it was still fun to go around and see what was happening around the campus.
    “So, are any of you guys members of these societies?” Eloise asked, awkwardly accepting a brochure about sexual health from a well-meaning middle-aged woman who was just openly yelling about STD’s.
    “I’m not” Lucy said, herself refusing one from the same woman who gave her a less than pleased look.
    “I’m actually the president of the vegan society, you should totally join us!” Summer said enthusiastically.
    “Oh, im sorry im not a vegan…” Eloise apologised.
    “Its ok, you don’t have to be.”
    “Really?”
    “I mean we all are, but we are open to people who just want to join in or learn more.”
    “Ok, well I will think about it. Might come to one to see what its all about.”
    “Awesome, you wont regret it!” Summer replied, a beaming smiled on her face.
    “What about the rest of you guys?” Eloise said, slightly to chance the topic and already feeling bad about the fact she probably wouldn’t ever end up going.
    “Well Zara has her gymnastics but I don’t know about the rest of them?” Vanessa added, shrugging slightly.
    “Im not but…Ooooh there it is.” Kay said slightly uncharacteristically joyous. Almost running away from them she made her way to a large booth covered in gadgets and cameras. From old Kodak film ones to modern DSLR kits the stall had it all.
    “Hey guys you interested in signing up today for the photography club?” A chirpy looking pink haired woman behind it asked.
    “Yes!” Kay said enthusiastically. “I meant too last year but…kind of forgot about it.”
    “That ok, we are always happy to get new members.” The woman said smiling cheerily.
    “What about you guys?”
    “I don’t have a camera” Vanessa said flatly, the eyes of the woman flinching slightly before turning to Eloise.
    “I….” She started
    “If you don’t have one we have some you can loan”
    “Sure, why not. It might be fun!” Eloise said, signing her name under Kay’s on the list. At least this would give the two of them something in common.
    “And you two?” The pink haired woman asked, sensing an opportunity.
    “I prefer to be in front of the camera than behind” Lucy joked.
    “I have work and I just don’t have time.” Summer said apologetically.
    “No problem, as for you two we are having a little contests between the members. Taking life shots and photos from around the campus, kind of like an ice breaker and to give us something to talk about in our first group meeting next week if you can make it?”
    “That sounds like fun, so is life shots like people and things like that?” Eloise asked, giving away how little she knew about photography.
    “Yeah, just anything that catches your eye or artistic shots of everyday life. Basically, it can be anything you want, we wanted to start out easy with you guys.” The woman finished, smiling as the group slowly moved onto the next rows of stalls.
    The variety of sports and clubs offered at this university was really starting to surprise Eloise, everywhere she looked there were tables covered in colourful adverts, many of them for things she had never heard of.
    “Pharmacy society?” She said, spotting a table with a couple of people in lab coats.
    “Yeah, don’t bother its kind of a weird club.” Kay responded.
    “What do you mean, how do you even have a club for it?”
    “They do ‘experiments. Basically, they make their own drugs, wouldn’t surprise me if they were the ones putting diuretics in the drinks.” Summer replied.
    “Kay is right, they tend to attract a certain group of people, so I would give it a skip.”
    “Thanks for the heads up.” Eloise said, once again glad that she had met nice people already. Although, she hadn’t really had any intention of joining whether they had said anything or not. In fact she had no intention of joining anything really, but it seemed like the things to do. 
    The group wandered around until the early evening checking out the stalls and grabbing as many free samples of stuff as possible including coffee, beer and pizza. Despite the fact none of them actually signed up for anything further. But it did at least make Eloise more familiar with the campus layout and give her some thoughts as to the sorts of things she might look for in the future. But for now she was happy just to balance moving to a new country, making friends and her studies.
     
    Opening the door to Iron house a couple of hours later they were greeted by the sight of a number of new cardboard boxes sitting in the corridor. Although unlike the empty ones the day before these seemed to be full of food, or at least groceries.
    “Sorry guys” A shout came from the kitchen as Allie rushed out. “It arrived late and I haven’t put it away yet.”
    “What is it?” Summer asked, peering in one of the boxes.
    “Its ingredients, im going to bake some food for the book club. We have a big thing tomorrow and I thought I would help out by making some snacks.”
    “Some” Vanessa joked, looking around at the mass of things Allie had ordered.
    “Well I know who isn’t going to get any of the left overs” Allie said, jokingly crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows at Vanessa.
    “Well, if I had known there might have been left overs I might have been nicer” She laughed, failing to keep a straight face in response.
    “Yessss!” Lucy said excitedly, looking at her phone, causing the others to look at her.
    “Sorry, so I was speaking to this girl yesterday from my course and they are having a massive party tonight and I just scored us a way in!”
    “Another party?” Summer said, already sounding unsure of if she wanted to go.
    “Yeah, but not like a freshers party, like an actually good one with DJ. Mo, classy drinks and a full bar with discount.”
    “Im in!” Vanessa said enthusiastically.
    “Well im not, I’ve go things to do” Allie said, indicating to the ingredients she was just talking about.
    “what about you Eloise?” Lucy asked.
    “I don’t know, I think im still feeling it from yesterday. Im not use to this level of drinking, I might just stay in and help Allie out, if you need any help that is?”
    “Just trying to get those free samples” Lucy said, poking fun at her but putting Eloise at ease. She hated to turn down people who had clearly been thinking of her when making their plans.
    “Yeah sure, some help would actually be amazing.” Allie said, smiling at Eloise.
    “Ok, but summer you have to come out with us. Its at that same place they had one at the end of last year. The drinks were like 80% off and the cocktails are massive!”
    “I don’t think I went to that, plus I kind of….”
    “Im not taking no for an answer. Come on were in third years, when are we going to have another opportunity like this with classes being cancelled. We have to go!” Lucy poured it on thick.
    “Uuuhh Fine, but I’m not getting smashed” Summer said, only getting a loud scoff from Lucy as she turned towards the stairs. A clear sign that suggested it was not going to happen if she had anything to do with it.
     
    Dropping the free items she had accumulated in her room, Eloise could feel her stomach grumbling at her. Despite snaking on free samples, she hadn’t really eaten anything all day and it was already 5pm. Walking back out into the kitchen she opened the freezer, taking out a frozen salmon pastry she had found in the shop yesterday. Turning on the cheap looking electric oven she slid the metal tray in and took a seat on the couch, beginning to flip through the various channels they seem to have.
    Soon, she was joined by Summer who slouched on the sofa with one of her giant fruit smoothies in her hand.
    “Is that not going to stop you wanting dinner?” Eloise asked as she watched the small blonde downing the almost 2 litres of fruit juice.
    “what?” Summer asked, her attention being on the tv she looked at Eloise, a green moustache currently on her upper lip from the large jug she was drinking from.
    “Oh, I just…that’s a lot of fruit before dinner.” Eloise said, trying not to stare at her friends’ upper lip.
    “This is my dinner, Im on a juice diet thing it’s supposed to be good for you.”
    “So that’s all you eat in a day?”
    “Yeah, I have 3 of these. They are really filling but only like 300 calories for the full 1.5 litres. But I only do it twice a week since I’m doing it more for health than weight loss.”
    “Sounds like a pretty good diet, although I’m not sure I could handle that much fruit each day.”
    “Yeah, I’m not going to lie it was a little sickly when I first started. But ive been on them for about a year now and I do feel healthier. You just have to make sure to drink almost just as much water as you do fruit, it’s a lot of fibre to eat in one go. The other secret is basil, mint and spinach, really takes the sickly sweetness out of it.”
    That was a lot of liquid to drink in one day! The thought of it was bringing back the conversation earlier, if none of these girls had gone to the bathroom since arriving, drinking that much more than once would have been an impossible feat for herself. Maybe she did have something to worry about with the expectations of this school.
    “Um…so, I was…” Eloise started.
    “So how do I look!?” Lucy said, bursting into the room and pulling her best model pose. The slender and figure-hugging leather dress she was wearing really accentuating her already substantial bust.
    “Good” Eloise mustered, getting a glare from Lucy.
    “Good, really. I was looking more for something like Hot or Sexy.” Lucy said half-jokingly. Opening the fridge and fishing out some left overs from last night. “You sure you don’t want to come out Eloise, we are all going except you and Allie?”
    “Yeah im sure, just want to spread out the hangovers” She joked, but got a knowing tell from Lucy that meant it probably wasn’t out of the question that she had not done something similar in the past.
    “Yeah, I’m starting to have second th…”
    “Oh no you don’t!” Lucy said interrupting Summer. “You agreed to go out, come on we have the week off.”
    “Fine” Summer said rolling her eyes.
     
    The kitchen was soon filled with conversations and laughter of the new housemates as one by one they finished getting ready and met up in the kitchen. Tales of previous nights out were dusted off probably not for the first time as the stood around, but unlike last night it seemed they had all decided to dress up for the occasion. Gone were the jeans and flats and outcome the dresses and heels, another reason Eloise was glad she had turned down this party. But as quickly as they had appeared they left, the house suddenly still and silent with just Eloise and Allie accompanied by the static of the kitchen speakers now Kay’s phone had been unplugged.
    “Man, those guys are sure loud when you put them together.” Allie joked, causing Eloise to laugh.
    “Yeah, I cant imagine what they were like in first year.”
    “I don’t think much has changed… Right we should probably make a start now the riffraff has gone.” Allie said, standing and making her way over to the kitchen from the couch.
    Following her Eloise grabbed some of the boxes of supplies. “So what do you need me to do?” She asked.
    “So here are the ingredients lists, if you could weigh out all the stuff using the scales there, then I can just bung it all in and start mixing it.”
    “Sounds simple enough” Eloise replied, glad she wasn’t being tasked with anything complicated. She had helped her mum and dad in the kitchen when she was younger, but definitely didn’t consider herself a baker.
    But It turned out that the pair of them actually made a good team, Eloise efficiently providing Allie as she churned out the batters and spreads to concoct all manner of sweat treats over the next couple of hours.  The kitchen filled with a heavenly mix of sweet aromas from the oven, with the occasional whiff of burning batter that had been left on the baking tray to long.
    “I hope the book club appreciate all this.” Allie said, standing back and admiring their hard work. The fruits of their labour piled high in boxes ready for the book club meeting tomorrow.
    “I think we have earned a cup of tea.” Eloise replied, clicking on the kettle and wiping up a small piece of cake batter that had somehow ended up on this side of the room.
    Filling her cup with steaming water once again she was suddenly aware of another sensation, the last few cups making their way steadily into her bladder. Thinking about it, it had been several hours since she had gone. But given the earlier comments from a few of them, she couldn’t help but feel a little worried about how small her bladder seemed to be.
    Sitting back down on the couch she looked across at Allie as she blew her tea. The woman opposite showing no need to pee despite many hours or even days since she had last gone. A moderate bulge easy to see even under her baggy clothing. Just the sight of it and her friends composure made Eloise worry about her chances here at the University, especially if the others had been telling the truth.
    “Hey Allie, I don’t mean to pry but when we were out earlier, they mentioned somethings about this place that I’m still trying to understand.
    “No need to be so formal” Allie laughed “whatever it is you can talk to me or any of the others about it. Were all friends here”
    “Ok… so is it true that you have been holding it since you arrived?” She had surprised even herself with how she had just gone for it. The words anxiously stumbling out of her mouth before she could think of a better way of phrasing it.
    “Holding it?” Allie asked, turning to face her on the sofa.
    “You know, not going to the bathroom?”
    “Oh!” Allie smirked, “yeah of course why?”
    “Its been three days, do you not feel the need to go?” Eloise replied.
    “I mean I do and im sure the others do to, not that they will probably admit how bad.”
    “Why not?” Eloise asked, she was already through the looking glass.
    “I mean without trying to boast we are some of the best holders at the university, top marks in all our Urodynamic practical’s and we are often head hunted by staff and external companies to help with things they are doing.”
    “Wow” The sentiment a true exclamation of how awesome that sounded to Eloise. She couldn’t even imagine being that strong willed or talented. In some ways she was sure she was lucky to even know these women, in a few years who knew where they would all be.
    “Yeah its kind of cool, but at the same time there is a lot of pressure, a lot of expectations on us that we need to keep up. Above and beyond what will be expected of you.”
    “Expected of me?”
    “Oh yeah, you haven’t had your first class yet... Sorry, a lot of this was probably supposed to be talked about with the staff first. But don’t be worried, the basics of it is that we are a Urodynamics institution and one of the best in the world right?”
    Eloise nodded, unsure of if she liked where this was going or not.
    “So they just ask that their students can achieve a certain level of self-control, like keeping your grades up.”
    “So they test us on holding?”
    “Yes but only like once a term and its not really a test, you just have to achieve a certain level and then you pass. Trust me, once you have done it the first time it’s a piece of cake. Plus they don’t even throw you out if you fail it, they just give you extra support and classes just like a remedial course of a language or something?”
    “Extra holding classes?” Eloise continued her questioning, each reply from Allie giving her a dozen new ones.
    “I mean that’s one way to put it, but trust me you will be fine. I think 80% of people pass it first time. Although it does get harder each year, but your bladders strength will increase too. Even the weakest of bladders in first year are now really strong, the classes here do work. In fact some people come here just for them, to train themselves to be stronger!”
    “Really?”
    “Yeah, it’s a harsh school, but its effective. You have nothing to worry about”
    “Im not sure im as strong as you think” Eloise said quietly, taking a small sip of her tea and feeling her bladder respond, almost taunting her about the current topic of conversation.
    “What do you mean?” Allie asked, adjusting herself on the sofa again.
    “Vanessa seemed to think that peeing more than once a day was too much even for a first year.”
    “Yeah well, I think she has just forgotten what it was like. Plus your body is actually capable of a lot more than you think right now. When I came here I was going a few times a day like you, although I drank a lot just as I do now. But within a month I had gotten it down to just once, its about mental fortitude as much as bladder size. Once you realize you can push past the limits that you have now, it becomes easier to increase your abilities. A lot of it is the anxiousness of thinking your going to lose control, because you don’t have a good understanding of your limits yet.” Allie said confidently, she was clearly knowledgeable about this stuff and hearing her talk about it so casually was weirdly comforting for Eloise.
    “If you are worried about it, the first test will be to drink 2 litres and hold it 4 hours, maybe try it yourself and see how close you can get. But don’t push yourself too hard too quickly, the bladder is just like any other muscle and needs to be trained. Its what the classes are for, but some self learning never hurt anyone.” Allie finished, smiling at her.
    “Ok, thank you. That actually makes me feel a lot better about it. I was kind of freaking out a bit about what they had all said earlier” Eloise admitted, smiling and feeling the weight on her shoulders lessen slightly as many of the questions she had swirling around her head had been answered. Despite knowing she wasn’t ready for the test yet, she still felt a lot more relaxed now she knew what she would be facing.
    “Hey like I said its no problem, honestly if you ever want to talk about it no one here would find it weird. I mean we all do the same classes and stuff, its just like any other subject right.”
    “I suppose that’s true.”
    “Exactly, now I think we should treat ourselves to a muffin.” Allie said, standing again and going over to grab a cake of the metal heat rack.
    “Are you sure you have enough?” Eloise asked.
    “Are you kidding, we have way more than we will need. But that’s just an excuse to eat more cake!” She said excitedly.  “Oh shit its like almost midnight, I should go to bed. The meet up is in the morning.”
    “Time flies when you are baking I guess” Eloise said, her own mouth half full of muffin.
    “It really does, sorry to leave so abruptly but I really should make a move. Thank you for all your help, I’d still be baking if you hadn’t offered.”
    “It was fun, if you need any help with this again im up for it.” Eloise replied earnestly. It had been fun to spend the night doing something like this and getting to know her housemate better.
    “Awesome. Anyway goodnight Eloise”
    “Night!” Eloise waved after her friend, now alone she let out a yawn. Bed sounded like a good idea to her to be honest too. It felt like it had been a long day.
    Walking back into her room she placed the mug on her bedside cabinet and walked into the bathroom, her legs brushing against each other for a few moments of added help. Letting herself relax she made a mental note to try harder to control herself and then maybe one day she would be like the others here.
    Getting into bed she grabbed her book, before drifting off to sleep.
     
    A loud crash woke her up, her thumb still between the pages of the book she had been reading when she had drifted off. Clicking on the button of her phone she was shocked to see that it was 2.30am, was someone breaking in?! Getting further under the covers, she waited a moment, maybe it was just her imagination, the noise part of the dream she couldn’t remember having.
    “Sssshhhh” A loud drunken shush filled the corridor outside her room followed by several sets of giggles. Breathing a sigh of relief she couldn’t help but laugh, it was just her housemates returning a little worse for wear after their night out. Wiping some of the drool from her face she carefully book marked the page she was on and slid it onto the chest of drawers. Turning over and trying to fall asleep as she listened to the clunks and giggles of her drunk house mates navigating the stairs.
     
    The next time Eloise awoke it was far more peaceful, the sunlight streaming through the thin curtains as she stirred. Getting out of bed she got dressed, heading into the kitchen she was surprised to see Summer already up despite the late night.
    “Hey, how was last night?.”
    “Morning, Urgh I drank way too much. I think we all did, it was 3 for 1 night which only got Lucy more excited.” She smiled at the thought of it.
    “You don’t seem to be too worse off for it though” Eloise pointed out.
    “Yeah, most of us made sure to drink water so I think that helped, plus ever since I started the juice diet thing I don’t tend to get too many headaches. Guess its all the vitamins?”
    “I might have to borrow that next time we go out. So how are the others?”
    “Yeah, Even though they drank water I think they used it as an excuse to drink more Alcohol. So I wouldn’t bet on seeing them before mid-day at least.”
    “That bad?” Eloise asked, already half knowing the answer from what she heard in the middle of the night. Summers smiling nod only confirming her thoughts.
    “So what are your plans for the day?” Summer asked, cleaning up her breakfast.
    “Im not sure really. I thought about getting ahead on some of the reading list they emailed out before classes were postponed. But at the same time I feel like I should probably do something a bit more active you know. Just been sitting around since I moved in.”
    “Cool, its not a bad idea to start with the reading. The first classes should go over the basics but even so some of it went over my head. But if you want to join im about to head out to the climbing wall.”
    “I…Yeah why not” Eloise agreed after a moments thought. After all she didn’t have any real plans and this would be at least some form of exercise. Or perhaps it was just an excuse to procrastinate for a little longer. “Do I need anything?”
    “Nope just suitable shoes, a drink and your watch will do.”
     
    The climbing centre was far larger than Eloise had thought, the several story building almost completely hidden by large trees along the paths they took. The large grassy area outside it covered in students relaxing and enjoying the extra time away from lectures.
    Checking into the building with her watch she noticed the screen light up “Need an induction?”
    “Uh Summer, do I need to do an induction?”
    “Oh that, no don’t worry. Its just a liability thing, don’t worry Ill run you through it. I don’t do the massive walls anyway, just the hanging ones.”
    “Oh ok” Eloise responded, clicking the no option and hoping Summer knew what she was talking about.
    “So have you done anything like this before?” Summer asked, walking past the giant three-story structures and towards the back of the building.
    “No, not really. I did do some indoor stuff when I was younger but I haven’t in a few years.”
    “Ok, well its better than nothing. Just go slowly and use the free chalk for grip. Although as a beginner I might suggest relying more on your feet than your hands.”
    “Got it” Eloise nodded.
    “This is the hanging wall.” Summer said as they now stood in front of a much smaller white wall with dozens of holes and grips across it, a looping section of the wall hung over them slightly. “So you are supposed to go with a colour and follow its path, blue is beginner, then its dark green, light green, yellow, red and finally black is the hardest. But since its your first time I would suggest just going up and down a few times following an easy path.
    “You do this a lot then I take it?” Eloise asked, sliding her sports bag under the bench nearby.
    “Yeah it’s a great core work out and uses your brain at the same time. Its why I love this and Yoga, you can really feel and get in tune with your body.”
    “Are these mats safe enough for that height?” Eloise asked, kicking one of the hard mats as they walked up to the wall.
    “Yeah, you need something that absorbs the impact. It might give you a bruise but if it’s too soft it won’t absorb enough of the energy of the impact, which can do more damage.”
    “Ok, you know a lot about this stuff.”
    “Yeah its my major, I do a lot of sports science and hydration studies. This sort of thing goes hand in hand with it, learning about injuries and how to prevent them. Like half of all injuries can be linked to dehydration and its impact on muscles.”
    “Ah cool, I’ve been trying to figure out peoples majors.” Eloise said, starting to stretch her muscles and taking a swig from her bottle.
    In front of her Summer was limbering up too, stretching her arms before starting her assent, the veteran of the wall instantly going for the red route, a series of tricky hand holds leading her up the wall using a series of uncomfortable positions. After a few movements she looked down, the pair of them catching eyes.
    “Come on slow poke, plenty of room for two up here.”
    Apprehensively Eloise stepped up to the wall, chalking her hands lightly she grabbed her first grips, the Blue ones thankfully having a large foothold on each peg. Reaching up she grabbed another, slowly pulling herself up a couple of times as she moved upwards towards Summer who seemed to be watching her. But after a couple more movements it seemed she was happy to let her get on with it as she got on with her own path.
    The Blue path as it turned out was pretty simple and within a few minutes she had conquered it, deciding to move onto the green. Standing at the base and plotting it out in her head it looked a lot more formidable, but she knew she could do it. Grabbing the hand holds she was worried a bit about the size of the ones for her feet. The large platforms were gone, but they were still plenty big enough as it turned out. Although despite what Summer had said earlier, she couldn’t help but grip the wall slightly tighter with her hands.
    A few movements later she was forced to pause as her arms started to burn, the climbing turning into an actual work out despite how easy Summer was making it look. Glancing up she couldn’t help but see under Summers loose shirt as she climbed. The sight shocking her slightly as she caught a glimpse of what had to be her bladder, the blonde woman’s organ protruding from her toned and flat stomach several inches. It should have come as no surprise to her that after all this time her bladder would have been full, but the size of it was still made her do a double take.
    Even as she climbed, she couldn’t help but take the occasional look up at it and the straining woman giving it no quarter as she leapt from hand hold to hand hold. Now trying the light green pegs, Eloise was amazed at the dexterity and upper body strength of her house mate. The thin woman able to propel and grip the much harder tiny red markings easily. Even now hanging by just her hands, a deep grimace on her face as she traversed the horizontal section with her body hanging by just her finger tips. But losing her grip she dropped down from her hanging position, letting out a quiet groan with the impact and falling to one knee for a moment with a hand on her stomach.
    “Are you ok?”
    “I uh… yeah Im fine” She said, smiling widely and standing up. She was trying to pretend everything was ok, but given the size of the bulge she must have been dying by now.
    “That bit always gets me” Summer continued, trying to play it off.
    Taking a swig from her bottle it was clear that despite the confident appearance, something was playing on her mind. But even with that, she still had another couple of cracks at the red points. Eloise continued to watch from below as Summer made it round the difficult curve, her shirt was pulled up and exposing her bloated midsection once again. The fabric bunching up above her shoulders and now even getting stuck on her bladder as it pushed out. Eloise reached for the next green peg, but with her mind only half on the task at hand she found herself grasping the edge of it while her foot moved from the previous peg. Her grip failing Eloise tumbled towards the ground, landing with a thud on her backside she was just glad she had only been a couple of feet up.
    “Oh shit, are you ok?” Summer said, using the pegs to gently lower herself to the ground this time.
    “Yeah, sorry I should have chalked up like you said. Think my hands were too sweaty” Eloise lied, dusting herself off as she stood back on her feet.
    “Ok well I think that’s enough for today anyway. Don’t want to push it too much on your first day.” Summer said, her own legs resting closely together in a way that seemed a little odd to Eloise, but then she had only met Summer a few days earlier.
    Despite the short fall Eloise could definitely feel a bruise forming on her elbow on the walk back. But Summer had been right about the crash pads, they had done their job.
    Despite being out for almost two hours it seemed that none of the others had woken from their drunken stupors. Walking into the kitchen to refill their bottles Eloise couldn’t help but notice the piles of baking pans that she and Allie had left out from last night. Allie was probably too busy this morning to do them, but Eloise figured now was a good a time as any.
    With Summer now making an after work out late lunch the pair chatted for a while as she washed up, the rushing water doing nothing for her own bladder which had filled after finishing off her own water during the climbing. But she was resolute to make it at least another hour, if she could cut down to just one pee other than morning and night time, she could work on pushing it back a little at a time until she was more in control. Maybe by the time her first test came around she could pass it easily, but like Allie had said she needed to train herself slowly.
    “Oh god I need water” A croaking demand came from the entrance of the kitchen, a slow-moving Kay shuffling in.
    “Morning” Summer replied
    “How are so chirpy this morning after last night?” Kay responded, pouring and starting to drink a large class of cold water. Resting an elbow on the side of the counter she gently massaged her head with her other hand.
    “Its the juice diet, I haven’t had once since I started it!”
    “More like the Sambuca shorts you somehow got out of with the rest of us.” Kay said sadly as she sipped her water.
    “That was Lucy’s idea not mine.” Summer replied smiling.
    “Ughh I can still taste them”
    “So im guessing no party tonight then” Eloise couldn’t help but jibe.
    “No, I haven’t gone out with them since first year Freshers and I forgot how much they all drink.” Kay replied, her hand massaging her temple.
    “Well, if it makes you feel any better Kay, you are the first one up and alive.”
    “Alive is a strong word. I just need water and I’m going to go and crawl back into bed and hope the world stops spinning. She said downing the rest of the glass before pouring herself another and heading towards the door.
    “Good luck with that.” Summer joked, kay too hungover to even respond.
     
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    Bit more of a scene setting chapter again, but hopefully still enjoyable and explains a couple of more things. 
    I hope you all enjoyed and again, thank you all for reading and commenting!
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    ola93 reacted to Mbgpeelover in Together in Times Of Desperation (book 2 of Sarah and Will)   
    Chapter 56:
    ‘Well I guess that depends on a few factors. One: where is the nearest petrol station to here? And two: Do you have a petrol can that I can get some for you?’ 
     
    Sarah tried to concentrate and focus, both of which were increasingly difficult with the constant niggles and demands from her bladder. Wriggling in her chair to try and calm her body’s need to urinate she tried thinking of all the petrol stations in Springland. She knew the big one at the supermarket but that was at the other end of town. Was there a smaller one by the car showroom three quarters of a mile down the road? She was sure she had seen it in passing though she hadn’t personally ever used it. She thought there might be one near the retail park at the roundabout too but that would be much harder to get to. 
     
    ‘I...I think there’s a small one by the car showroom about ten minutes walk from here. But...I don’t have a petrol container. Do you have one? And Will...do you think they might have a toilet there? I gotta go.’ 
     
    Will looked at Sarah, his eyes sparkling with desire and his lower body responding to both the way Sarah moved and her open confession to needing a toilet. Yet at the same time his mind was spinning trying to think if he had a petrol can in his car boot or not. He’d never had to use one so unless the manufacturer had put one there it was highly unlikely. Perhaps the garage would stock them? That would certainly seem plausible.
     
    ‘No I don’t think I do have one. I must make sure to buy one though. Perhaps the garage will sell them? And I guess they should have a toilet too. I imagine lots of motorists get caught short at times. So do you know the way? I’m afraid I don’t but if you happen to know the postcode then I can use sat nav. We’d be quicker in my car...and dryer. You ok there Sarah?’ 
     
    ‘Yeah. I just hope they have a toilet Will.’ 
     
    ‘If they don’t then my apartment is just a short drive away. I could go too now you mention it. I was in such a hurry to get you I never went before leaving. But I’ll go back at mine. I probably wouldn’t be able to piss at the garage anyway.’ 
     
    ‘I know I could pee without any problem! But Will....you don’t happen to have any loose change do you? I used the last of mine to pay the parking and the time has already run out.’ 
     
    Will slid his hand into his joggers pocket forgetting he had taken out his loose change and wallet to work out back at his apartment. 
     
    ‘Shit! I never realised you had to pay! I didn’t put a ticket on my car. I’ve come out without my wallet too but there’s money in my car. Wait a couple of minutes and I’ll be right back!’ 
     
    Sarah wanted to protest but Will was out the car and into the pouring rain again before she could say anything. She was so grateful to see him and to know she had simply ran out of petrol but boy was her body squirming now and even a few minutes felt like ages while she sat alone bouncing on her seat waiting for Will to return, her logical mind wondering how either of them would be able to buy a petrol can and petrol if she had no money and Will had left his wallet back home? When Will returned she’d have to ask how much money he had in his car. But what if he thought she could just pay? 
     
    It was so hard to think with a bursting bladder!
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    ola93 reacted to Joey1234 in Pee holding school   
    Premise : 16 yr old Taylor has been sent away to a boarding school for weak bladdered girls where along with regular school subjects, she will learn how to better control her bladder  and maybe make some new friends along the way.
     
    Part 1
    Taylor sat in the back of her parents grey SUV staring out the window as they rolled closer to the school. Taylors mom looked back at her daughter through the rearview mirror and saw the somewhat bored look in her eyes. Before they had enrolled her in this school her mother had talked thoroughly with her daughter about this establishment and was surprised Taylor had wanted to attend this school in the first place since she was expecting a big fight out of her, not like she wanted to argue with her daughter, she hated it but it was strange how quickly she agreed to come here. Eventually the old building came into sight of Taylor's mother and she said to her daughter. "Taylor we've arrived". Slowly the girl looked up from the window to get a look at the tall building in the distance, she looked on impressed at the architecture as it was clearly very old but looked to be in perfect condition. Eventually her mother's car pulled up outside the car indicating that it was time for Taylor to exit the vehicle and begin her time at her new school. Taylor slowly stepped out of the car bringing her bag along with her. She was already dressed in school uniform, the only she didnt have was the schools tie which she would have to wear at all times throughout the day. Before she entered the halls of her new school Taylor said a quick goodbye to her mother and then swiftly walked up the schools steps to the main door. In truth she was excited to be attending this school, all the years of accidents, near accidents and having to make emergency pit stops in bushes and alleys were soon to be behind her, she would finally learn how to hold it.
    Slowly Taylor pushed open the large wooden doors to the school and stepped inside. The reception consisted of a large room with a coffe table and a few seats, along with the glass window so the office workers could see if anyone was waiting to be seen to. There was already an office worker at her desk who immediately saw Taylor as she walked in. The kind lady greeted her and asked her if she was the new student enrolling in the school. Taylor replied with a yes and the receptionist said that they wouls call for the deputy head teacher to show her round the school. Before Taylor sat down the receptionist asked her if she had been given a school tie. Taylor said that she hadn't and receptionist said she would fetch one for her. The receptionist quickly went through a few drawers and finally found the one with the spare ties in it. The receptionist then went back to the window  and handed Taylor her new tie which was completely yellow with a school crest on it. Taylor thanked the office lady and took a seat whilst she waited for the deputy head to greet her. As she sat and waited Taylor eventually felt a familiar feeling in her abdomen, a feeling which had caused her a lot of issues in the past. "Damn I have to pee she thought" as she slowly shifted around so as to relieve the pressure. It made sense as it was around 9 am and she usually had to go around this time anyway. She was about to ask the receptionist where the toilet is until the door that lead further into the school swung open and in walked an elderly lady with short grey hair. She turned to Taylor and said  "Are you Taylor, the new student ?". Taylor responded with a yes and the women smiled at her and said "It's good to meet you. I'm the deputy head hear at this school. You can call me Mrs Andrews". Taylor greeted her politely and Mrs Andrews ordered her to stand as they were to begin their tour of the school. Taylor thought to herself "Great maybe I'll get a chance to pee soon". 
    The tour of the school commenced as normal with Mrs Andrews showing her where everything and some other general information. One thing Taylor noticed is that the school had quite a lot of bathrooms, way more than her old school which only had one 2 bathrooms, one for all the boys and one for all the girls. Though in fairness this school was quite larger so it made sense to have more bathrooms. As Mrs Andrews showed her around the school the pressure in Taylor's bladder was still building up, it was clear she would have to find a bathroom soon. The last part of the tour was around the dorms where Taylor would be staying before she was told to unpack her stuff Mrs Andrews finished off by saying "As you know this school is only for girls in S4 to S6 and evenn though you are in S5 you shouldnt worry about the level of education in this schools, well lets say unique classes. You shouldn't have any trouble catching up with everybody else. Also your time table is laying on your bed and I've sent someone to come meet you here when the first bell rings so wait here and they'll come meet you and if they dont go to your next class.". Taylor thanked Mrs Andrews and headed inside her dorm room .
    When she entered she saw that the room was lined with 6 beds, three on each side and one of these beds had a piece of paper on it. She figured this was her time table and sure enough when she picked it up and unfolded it she found that it was indeed her time table. Looking at it she saw that her next class was holding but she still had a while to wait, 20 minutes to be exact. She threw her stuff on her bed and threw her hands in her crotch in order to hold back the flow that needed to come out of her. She looked around the room hoping to find a bathroom but alas there wasn't one. Taylor lay down on her bed and tried to ignore the thought of having to pee but as past expeeriences had shown that didnt do much for her. Eventually she heard the ring of the school bell and a lot of chatter coming from outiside her door indicating classes were switching over. She quickly stood up and tried to compose herself so the person who came to escort her wasn't aware that she had to pee. Eventually she saw the door of her room fly open and in walked an eccentric tall brown haired girl. The girl loooked at her and said "You must be Taylor. I'm Emily, I was told to lead you to your classes.". Taylor greeted Emily cheerfully and the two walked along to their next class which they had together. The girls chatted with each other whilst on their way to the classroom and they seemed to bee getting along quite well, it seemed as if Taylor had made a friend already. Even though  she seemed composed Taylor could still feel the pressure in her bladder Knawing at her, begging to be released but Taylor didn't ask to stop for a bathroom break.
    Eventually the girls reached a large brown door which said on it "Holding 1" which Taylor was told was her holding classroom. Taylor was also relieved to see that there was a bathroom right next to it so she could hopefully pee soon. The girls entered the classroom and luckily the class had only just started. The teacher greeted Taylor as she recognised her as the new student and told her to take a seat next to Emily. The teacher then started the lesson by saying "Since this is the first holding class of the year I'm starting off with a simple holding challenge just to see where everyone's at. Can anyone who has to pee please reaise their hand so as I cant take that into account when observing your performance". Slowly Taylor and five other girls raised their hands. At least Taylor wasn't the only girl who had to pee. When the teacher noted down their names she then handed out 500 ml bottles of water to each girls and explained what would be happening . She said that each bottle had been laced with a strong dieturic so as to insure that the challenge doesn't last too long. She also said that anyone who needs to pee and felt like they were going to pee themselves were to run to the bathroom next door and pee there. When the lesson started Taylor quickly started chugging the 500 ml water bottle and was finished in 15 minuted. Since she already had to pee pretty bad she knew she wouldn't last long here, the only thing she hoped is that she wasn't out first. The teacher wasn't kidding when they said the dieturic was strong, she could already feel it's effectss and they were only five minutes in. Taylor looked around the class and saw that there were also several girls with their hands in their crotches trying to hold back the pressure. After about seven minutes the teacher said "Remember you are free to hold anyway you'd like.". After that announcement pretty muchevery girl in the class had their hands in their crotches in an attemp to hold back the flood of urine, including Emily. After another 5 minutes Taylor's poor bladder felt like it was on fire, she could barely keep her flow contained, she felt like it would burst out at any second but she was determined not to be first. Taylor kept her cool until she felt a small spurt of pee escape her aching holding muscles. At this point she began to panic, she didn't want  to pee herself on the first day. She was about to get up and run to the toilet until a she heard the sound of a chair hitting the ground. She looked back to see that a girl had thrown herself up from her seat and was making a run for the toilet. Taylor watched as she saw her run for the door with her hands in her crotch. It wasn't until she had left the room that Taylor decided to join her as she wouldn't be the first girl to give in. Taylor quickly got up out her chair and headed for the door and into the toilet.
    When she stormed into the bathroom she was shocked to see that the toilet consisted of 5 squat style toilets with one stall that was already in use. Since she didn't want to wait for the stall she ran over to the squat toilets which on the bright side at least had a wall that up to her knees between then so she at least had some privacy. When Taylor was standing over the squat toilet the sight of a toilet made her bladder give out completely. Taylor squealed as a her floodgates burst open letting out a waterfall of urine that soaked right through her panties. Luckily this wasn't the first time this had happened to Taylor so she was able to quickly hike her skirt up and remove her panties before squatting down at the toiet breathing sighs of relief. NNow that Taylor was voluntarily relasing her waters she could feel the full effects of the relief of peeing and to her it was glorious. Whilst Taylor was in the middle of peeing the bathroom door swung open with two people entering. One of those people was Emily and the other was a small Asian girl with short brown hair. Both of these girls positioned theemselves over the available toilets and started peeing. Emily quickly noticed Taylor and said to her "Yeah I probably shouldv'e mentioned that cause there's so many toilets here the school set up a bunch of squat toilets to save mone, pretty much every bathroom in the school in arranged like this. Whilst she spoke Taylor heard the flushing of the stall and the girls who occupied it walked out and over to the sinks like nothing was going. Eventually Taylor stream cut off. She took some time to examine the damge to her underwear and decided she would have to change them during break as they had quite a large wet spot on them. Taylor quickly stood up from the toilet feeling the wetness of her underwear on her and headed over to the sink to wash her hands, during that time three more girls  entered the toilet with one taking the stall and the other two taking the squat toilets. 
    Taylor then returned to the classroom to wait out the rest of the class and eventuall all the girls fell to the power of their desperation. With the last girl being a pretty black haired Indian girl who looked like she was about to burst but luckily she made it to the toilet as well. After that was over the teacher congratulated everyone for their effort and said that next lesson they would be going over several different holding methods so as to learn how to improve and with that the class ended and Taylor continued on with the rest of her day, excited as to what would come next out of her holding class.
    End of part 1
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    ola93 reacted to Mbgpeelover in Together in Times Of Desperation (book 2 of Sarah and Will)   
    Chapter 56:
    Will could hear his sat nav directing him to turn around but the street was busy and the road too narrow to even attempt a three point turn. Frustrated and worried about Sarah he indicated left hoping he could drive around in a circle and get back to Sarah quickly. He looked for the first left again as he tried focussing on the instructions from his sat nav which seemed intent on taking him farther away from Sarah and turning right. Will wanted to shout at it in anger but none the less obeyed diligently, albeit through gritted teeth. Finally, after a very stressful five minutes, Will was once again back on Barker street as he finally found a free space to pull into quite a way behind where Sarah was parked. 
     
    The rain was pouring down now and Will was only in his t-shirt and loose light joggers from his workout which contrasted in every way with his new and expensive pristine car and with how he knew Sarah was dressed too, recalling how sexy and beautiful she had looked that very morning with her dress skirt, blouse, suit jacket, tights and high heeled shoes. Despite the heavy downpour Will got out his car and ran up the street towards Sarah, taking her by surprise as he pulled open her passenger door and slipped in, his hair and face dripping water everywhere. 
     
    ‘Are you ok Sarah?’ 
     
    Sarah wanted to cry as Will’s car drove past and out of sight. Would he know to turn right, then second right then right again to get back onto the street? What if he turned left and ended up at the bypass? That would take him at least 20 minutes to get back and that felt like an eternity right now sitting alone, worried, vulnerable and needing the bathroom. Sarah leaned forwards with her hand still pressing on her crotch trying to see past the condensation on the windscreen to see if she could see which way Will went. She couldn’t so she could only hope he would return soon. Her mind began focussing  on what he should do when he got there. Should she ask him to tow her car back to his? Or maybe back to her own house? Or would it be better to tow her car to a garage? But how could she do that if she couldn’t afford to get it fixed anyway? The unknown was scary and stressful not helped at all by the fact her thoughts kept turning to her full bladder. 
     
    As her thoughts drifted and the rain hammered loudly on the car Sarah jumped again as her passenger door was pulled open and someone sat inside. The shock almost made her wet herself as her body startled in surprise.
     
    Hearing Will speak Sarah reached out and wiped a raindrop from his eye as his hair dropped more rain all over her hand. 
     
    ‘I’m better now you are here! Thank you for coming.’ 
     
    ‘So, lets start at the beginning. When you drove here did the car sound or feel any different? Were there any lights on on your dashboard?’ 
     
    Sarah tried to think but found Will’s wet hair and face so distracting and so sexy and the constant pressure between her legs was only getting stronger. 
     
    ‘I...I honestly can’t remember Will. Nothing that I can recall was different.’ 
     
    ‘Try starting the car again honey. It’s definitely not your battery anyway because your hazards are on fine.’ 
     
    Sarah turned the key as Will leaned over to look at the dashboard. The engine clicked, almost turned over but not quite, then died again. With his head right next to hers Sarah couldn’t help running her hands through Will’s wet curls. Will turned and smiled at her as he leaned and sat back in the passenger seat. 
     
    ‘Sarah when did you last put petrol in honey?’ 
     
    Sarah tried to think as she closed her eyes in shame and embarrassment. 
     
    ‘I can’t remember. I take it that’s what’s wrong?’ 
     
    ‘Well I never gained a degree in car mechanics but your petrol light is on, your gauge is right at the very bottom and you can’t remember when you last put some in. I really do think you have just ran out of petrol honey. I always put petrol in every second Sunday. I check my oil once a month and top up my radiator and screen wash at the same time. You do all that too don’t you?’ 
     
    Sarah felt such a failure and a tear ran down her cheek. 
     
    ‘Will... I don’t. I....I forgot to refuel. What happens now? And...and will it take long?’ 
     
    Will looked over at Sarah and his heart ached to see her so sad and distressed. Her face was tense and she had her back straight and her thighs tight together. His heart hated seeing her so stressed but as he recalled her earlier text about needing to pee his own body responded in its usual obvious way. 
     
    There really was no quick way to get Sarah petrol and he wondered how she would cope with having to wait a bit longer. 
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