eucoloco

This is a more explicit version of the story that I posted just a few days back. It contains descriptions about certain sexual acts that everyone might not be comfortable reading. Hence those who are interested in purely the desperation and wetting aspect, I’d suggest them to read this edition https://omorashi.org/topic/27446-blanket/ Thank you! 
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Clara had never let anyone know how much she liked seeing or hearing about men desperate to pee.  She liked it so much that she would spend hours on the internet, searching for male desperation pictures and videos. Although these momentary bits of pleasure provided her with some satisfaction, what she actually wanted was to see a guy holding his crotch and crossing his legs while desperately trying not to wet himself.
 
Clara had recently welcomed Alex in her home. He was her friend Bridgette’s only son, who had freshly taken admission to the city college. 
 
Since Clara was divorced now and had no kids of her own, she decided it wouldn’t be a bad idea to let Alex stay in her place, of course until he decides to move out. 
 
They both would often visit his parents’ who lived in a nearby village. Bridgette and her husband would seldom pay a visit at Clara’s place too but usually, it was the other way round. 
 
It was another of those days when Alex and Clara had been to his place and were waiting at the station for their train to come, so they could go back home. His parents had also come to see them off at the railway station and Bridgette was getting a bit too melodramatic watching Alex go, although she would see her son again next weekend.
 
Soon the train arrived and they both climbed in. Alex waved his mom and dad goodbye for another week as the train began to drag along the station platform.
 
The compartment was only half full, so, they both decided to take the seats at the back, where no one would be seated around them. Alex took the window seat and Clara sat next to him. She popped in her earphones and turned on some light music on her iPod. It was a six hour long journey and Clara had decided to take every opportunity she could have to kick back and relax. She had been working till late for the past few days and hadn’t had the chance to catch up on her sleep. 
The air conditioners in the train had made the compartment quite chilly, so she pulled out a neatly folded thin blanket from her bag and wrapped it around herself, covering her hands and upper body. She always carried this blanket around, just in case she ever felt cold.
 
Soon enough, with the motion of the train, she dozed off listening to the melodious rhythms from the treasure of songs on her playlist.
 
Clara woke up, rubbed her eyes and checked her watch, it had been an hour since they boarded the train. She saw that Alex was busy reading a book, some kind of novel.
 
A few minutes later, Clara noticed that Alex was fidgeting a little, moving his legs around, first straightening them, then tucking them back under the seat while continuing to read his book. 
 
Maybe he needed to pee. But the train didn’t have any toilet facilities for the passengers to use and since it was an express, there was no chance of getting off at a station to use the loos either. Clara herself had been thoughtful enough to drink as less as she could before the journey but it looked like Alex hadn’t taken the same precaution.
 
 “Are you alright?” she asked.
 
“Yeah..” Alex smiled, “What made you ask?”
 
“Nothing, you look uncomfortable..”
 
“Oh no, I am fine, thanks for asking..” he nodded.
 
“Okay.”
 
Clara pulled her blanket tighter around herself and closed her eyes, trying to go back to sleep.  
 
When she woke up she looked immediately at Alex, he was also asleep with his open book resting pages down on his lap. 
 
She reached for her bag and retrieved the can of soda she had brought for herself at the station. She popped it open and emptied it in a few sips. She then placed the empty can back into her bag.
 
A while passed as she sat looking out of the window. Minutes after they crossed one of the prominent stations on their route, Alex stirred awake from his slumber. Immediately, he placed one hand on his lower abdomen and gently rubbed, as he did so, he winced and looked outside the window.
 
“Where are we?” he asked.
 
“Oh, we are almost half way there. A little more than three hours to go,” Clara said, “Do you want something to eat?”
 
“No..” Alex said shuddering a little. 
 
Clara noticed this and offered him the blanket that she was using, hoping it would protect the boy from getting cold.
 
“Still feeling cold?” she asked.
 
“No,” Alex answered in a low voice. Although Alex made it look like the blanket was helping, the actual reason of his shivers was his rapidly filling bladder and the chilly winds from the A/c were only adding to his problem.
 
He had totally forgotten about the fact that the train they would be boarding to go back home didn’t have any lavatories. It was only when he got on the train that he realized how big a mistake he had made by drinking so much.
 
He knew he was already holding a lot of urine and he could still feel all the water and coffee he had drunk, streaming into his bladder. He felt worried about having to hold it till they boarded off the train. A considerable part of the journey was still left and he dreaded the idea of waiting so long.
 
He looked at Clara who was busy on her phone. He could never let her know about how badly he needed to go, that would be so embarrassing. Maybe, he thought, if he slept all the way to their station, he wouldn’t think about the building pressure the whole time. 
 
He turned himself towards the window, his back now facing Clara, tugged the blanket around himself and closed his eyes. 
An hour later, Alex woke up.  It took him a second to get a grasp of where he was but he was soon overcome by a much more serious need.
 
He had to pee, very urgently. Pressing his legs together he turned back around to face Clara.
 
“Where are we now?” he asked her, unable to identify their location by looking out of the window.
 
“Oh, we’re close, by my estimate, we’ll be there in two hours,” she said.
 
The boy’s eyes widened when he heard this. That was a lot of time and he wasn’t sure if he could hold it that long.
 
“Err.. if I am not wrong, we can catch another train from the next station for our place, can’t we?” he asked, swallowing the lump in his throat.
 
“Yes, but  why do you ask?” Clara looked at him.
 
“Umm, I was hoping to get some snacks from the station canteen you know, I am starving..” he said, pulling the waistband of his jeans away from his swollen bladder.
 
“Oh, is that it? I have a bag of chips with me,” she said as she quickly pulled it out of her carry bag, “I am sorry, I only have the plain-salted flavor.”
 
“N-No problem, thanks,” Alex said, taking the packet from Clara. He reluctantly tore the pack open and had a few chips before placing the placket on his lap and looking dejectedly out of the window, bouncing his knees rapidly.
 
Clara noticed this and also that he wasn’t eating anymore, although he had said that he was starving. That’s when it hit her, Alex needed a wee, the signs were so obvious.
 
She fought a battle in her mind, thinking of whether she should ask him about it or not, but then decided to not run the risk of embarrassing the boy any further by talking about it. 
 
She went back to what she was doing on her phone, leaving Alex to his business.
 
Under the blanket, Alex once again had placed a hand on his  abdomen and was gently rubbing in a circular motion.  He slightly rocked back and forth for a while before placing one hand side on between his knees. He checked the time with the other hand as he began to bounce his knees again before placing a hand between his knees also and squeezing his thighs together.
 
His lower jaw was shuddering continuously and he looked a bit panicked.
 
“Still feeling cold?” Clara asked.  
 
“N-No, but I really have to use the loos.”
 
“Oh, I am sorry but I guess you’ll have to wait till we reach our stop then, there are no loos on board you know,” Clara said, pretending as if she didn’t know about it.
 
“Hmm..” Alex sighed.
 
Clara couldn’t help but feel turned on by his desperation now. She had always wanted to witness something like this but never in her wildest dreams had she thought of Alex in this situation. She knew it might be embarrassing for the boy and she wished he would get to relieve himself soon.
 
Alex grabbed his crotch under blanket and his shoulders sagged in relief. He carefully touched his abdomen to feel how swollen it was even with the waist band of his jeans cutting into it. The pressure was very high and he had to think of a way to contain it before it got too late. He slyly undid his belt and then unbuttoned his jeans. It took off so much pressure from his bladder. He couldn’t have been more grateful for the blanket at this point as it covered all what he was doing.
Although, unbuttoning his jeans helped, his need to pee intensified much more after a while. 
 
Every now and then, Clara could hear Alex grunt in the back of his throat as he fought his body’s urge to let go. He arched his back and rubbed his bladder with one hand as he blew air out through pursed lips slowly. He couldn’t keep his legs still now and they bounced up and down at the knees. 
 
He remained like this for some time, head down, and eyes shut tight, seemingly not caring how he looked. 
 
“Alex, are you alright?” Clara asked in a concerned voice.
 
“Oh it’s nothing, I just really need to go to the bathroom,” he said, keeping his eyes shut.
 
“Well, is it an emergency?” she asked.
 
“Oh no, I can hold it,” he replied quickly.
 
“I hope the blanket is helping, feeling cold makes you want to pee more.”
 
“Yeah, it’s warm, thanks,” Alex forced a smile, finally looking at her.
 
Every now and again he wiggled his hips or pumped his knees and eventually he crossed one leg over the other to take some pressure off his sphincters. Every now and then, he lifted his head a little and looked out of the window, obviously trying to figure how far from their station he was.
 
He sat with his legs tightly crossed for a good while before opening them for a second and closing them back again. He leant back on his seat and closed his eyes, knowing that calm is the key.
 
Clara was doing her best not to stare at Alex. His desperation was making her feel so aroused but she somehow was managing to keep her emotions in check. She didn’t want to see him suffer like this, in fact she wanted to help him out of the situation but she didn’t know what to do.
 
His fists were clenched and he groaned a little every now and then, but it seemed to be holding off the flood for now. 
 
“Oh my god, I seriously need to use the loo,” he moaned, looking out of the window.
 
Clara heard this and she couldn’t help herself from asking, “Do you think you can hold it till we get there?”
 
“I don’t know, I feel like I’m about to wet myself,” he responded, closing his eyes tightly.
 
Clara was sure he was holding his crotch under the blanket. His face was a mixture of sheer terror, pain, exhaustion and panic, and it looked like he was about to have an accident any second.
 
She was trying to remain outwardly calm as she watched this, imagining how desperately he must want to pee, and how he must be trying to squeeze his cock in an attempt to control himself. If Alex was already at this stage, with at least an hour  to go, then he was going to be frantic by the time they arrived at their station. Was he even going to be able to wait that long? And if not, what was he going to do? Carla’s pulse rate increased as she thought about this.
 
For the next ten minutes, Alex kept rocking back and forth on his seat, trying with every ounce of strength in his body to keep his pants dry.
 
For Carla, this was a dream come true, sitting next to a young, attractive man who was obviously and increasingly getting desperate to relieve himself. She knew that Alex was absolutely frantic to pee, fighting with all his strength to control himself. 
 
Although this was what she had always wanted to see, her heart ached for Alex. She wished he could make it to the toilets in time but knew his body was not up to this. 
 
Leaning forward slightly, he turned towards her, “ How much longer?”
 
“45 minutes more,” Clara responded.
 
“Oh no,, I’m absolutely desperate for a pee, I really don’t think I can last out that long. I don’t know what I am going to do.”
 
“Just try to keep holding it, Alex,” Clara said, “I know you can do it.”
 
Since he had admitted wanting to pee, Alex  had not made any attempt to hide his desperation, occasionally bending forward to squeeze his cock even tighter. Clara, who had never thought she would get to see something like this in her entire lifetime, was so excited she was finding it difficult to breathe, and quite impossible to look away, wanting to savor every moment. 
 
Was he going to be able to keep this up for another 45 minutes, she wondered.
 
“It’s no good, I simply can’t hold it back any longer, I’m about to go in my pants,” Alex said, squeezing his cock with all his might, “I have to pee!”
 
His final exclamation was accompanied by his body bending almost double, indicating a sudden surge of increased desperation. Clara had been about to say that she could not help him, and that he would have to pee on the floor, when she remembered the empty can of soda she had drunk earlier during the journey.  Although she wouldn’t have traded this moment with all the money in the world, Clara knew it was the right thing to give the can to Alex so he could pee in it.
 
“Oh shit, why didn’t I think of this before?”, she quickly pulled it out of her bag and showed it to him, “Is this any good? Can you manage to pee in this?”
 
“Yes please, I can’t hold it,” he quickly grabbed the can from her, and removed the blanket from his body to reveal his already unbuttoned jeans.
 
Clara’s eyes shot open on seeing the bulge of his bladder, it was like a basketball jutting out of his abdomen. She had never seen or heard of anyone with such a swollen bladder and she wondered how much he might be holding for it to get so distended like that.
 
Alex frantically tried to get his cock out from his underwear and pee, but trying not to reveal what he was doing to other passengers. Fortunately there was no-one anywhere immediately around them.
 
Although Clara really wanted to watch him pee, she steeled herself to look away but finally gave into the irresistible temptation and slyly watched with her side eyes.
 
As Alex pulled his cock out, a dribble of pee accidentally escaped and wet the front of his jeans. Then he quickly brought the can closer to his penis, holding its tip close to the opening of the container. 
 
He immediately let out a thick stream of pee , pointing it directly into the can through the small opening. Clara watched transfixed at the sight of the jet of clear liquid that he was so expertly directing into the can.
 
“Oh thank goodness,” he exclaimed, closing his eyes and throwing his face up in relief.
 
He somehow managed to stop the flow when the can drew full but lost a spurt on the floor.
 
“Oh no,” he gasped before regaining control.“That’s so much better, at least it’s let some of the pressure off, but I think I could fill more cans if we had them.”
 
He slid his cock back into his underwear and adopted a more normal sitting position, placing the can on the floor, near his feet.
 
“Thank you so much, you really saved me there, Ms. Stevens. I thought I was going to wet myself, because I really could not have waited any longer.”
 
 The wet patch on the crutch of his jeans, which could only have been caused by a big spurt in his under-pants, as well as the patch where he had splashed the front as he got his cock out, showed very clearly that he had not been exaggerating. He had actually reached the point where he could not have held back his pee any longer.
 
“You’re welcome, I hope you are feeling better now,” she asked, her heart was racing because of what she had just seen but she tried to look unaffected.
 
“Yeah, better than before, but I still have to go really bad,” Alex responded, crossing his legs and drawing in an audible breath.
 
“Don’t worry, we’ll be there soon,” Clara said.
 
After around 20 minutes, he began biting his lower lip and resumed rocking back and forth, looking frantically out of the window.
 
“Are you okay?” Clara asked quickly.
 
His eyes met hers and she could see the worry in them. “I really want to go to the bathroom” he said, “The pressure is really building back up.”
 
Clara reached forward and put her hand on his knee. “Are you going to be okay? Sorry to say this but we are still probably half an hour away from our station, are you going to be able to make it?”
 
“I really don't know. I'm so desperate,'’ he said. 
 
Suddenly, for some reason the train slowed to a crawl and seemed as if it would come to a stop.
 
“What is happening?” Alex asked in panic.
 
“I don’t know,” Clara answered.
 
“Oh my god,  tell me we are not stopping, I really have to go to the bathroom,” Alex cried out, crossing his legs tighter and squeezing his crotch, looking around the compartment to see if anyone knew what was happening.
 
The train came to a complete stop and time began to pass. Ten minutes later they began to move but at a very slow speed. 
Stations went passed but the train was simply not going at the speed it should have been, in fact unfortunately for Alex, it began to slow down again.
 
Alex continued to hold himself between his legs as he painfully watch the train crawl. 
 
His legs were crossed and he was bouncing the top leg up and down. “This is so embarrassing”, he said through gritted teeth “It's getting really hard to hold it”, he had both hands in his lap and was pressing them down into his crotch. 
 
“I really can’t hold it much longer”, he said as he pushed his butt off the seat with his hands. His legs were still crossed when he did this and the look on his face was one of utter desperation.  He took a deep breath in and looked out of the window. He sat back down but was moving more now that he wasn’t holding his crotch. He let out an infuriated moan and his fidgeting increased.
 
The train passed by a few more stations with Alex pressing on his cock through the fabrics of his jeans and underwear.
Clara was beginning to worry for him, it was beginning to look like he wasn’t going to make it after all.
They still had twenty minutes to go before they reached their station, Clara in fact thought it would be more since the train was crawling. 
 
At one point, the train went at walking speed for over ten minutes.Clara could see the boy shivering with pressure.  She wished she had a bottle or something for Alex to pee into but unfortunately she didn’t. 
 
“It hurts so bad,” he said as a huge wave of pressure took him over and he did everything in his power to stop from wetting his jeans.
   
They passed a few more stations, still going far too slow and then once again came to a stop.
 
“I'm going to wet myself”, said Alex, “I don't think I can hold it anymore”, he was in complete panic. He raised his but off the seat, still with one hand buried between his crossed legs, and bent forward towards Clara.
 
“Do you think you can hold it for 20 minutes?”, Clara said,  knowing full well that it was more like half an hour.  It had been about 7 hours since Alex had last been to the toilet and he had consumed a lot of liquid.
 
“I don't think so,” he said moving uncontrollably.
 
“Oh my god, hurry up,” he sighed, rubbing his thigh with one hand and holding his crotch with the other, while breathing deep and heavy.
 
The train once again started up and began to crawl forward. It picked up speed, probably to make up for the lost time.
 
“Are you okay? Do you think you can make it?” Clara asked again.
 
“I don’t know..” he replied, his facing frowning. He leaned back on his seat and grabbed his crotch as tightly as he could.
 
“Just tell me when we are there,” he was in what looked to Clara to be a complete state of concentration.
 
He was breathing deep and muttering to himself, “Hurry up, please hurry up....”
 
Another station went by, not the station they were stopping at.  Alex had begun to bounce and whine.  '”Oh my god,” he said and began to shake his head. “This can't actually be happening”. 
 
“Oh my god,” he cried out again, “I'm going to wet my pants. PLEASE hurry up.”
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Alex was almost in tears.  Each minute seemed like eternity as he sat there, bursting to pee. They were just minutes away from their stop but Alex wasn’t sure if he could wait any longer. 
 
Just then, the train began to slow down again. “Oh no, not again, please, not again!,” he wailed.
 
Clara’s heart beat reached a crescendo as the train started to crawl before it came to a halt completely. A boy, desperate to pee, was trapped in this train, sitting right next to her and she couldn’t have asked for anything more. There were no boundaries to the kind of arousal she was feeling at that moment but she felt bad for the poor boy too.
 
She did want to help him but had no clue how to. At that moment, a very naughty but effective idea came to her mind, which might help Alex get to the station with dry pants and also give her some much needed sexual gratification. 
 
For a minute she considered the idea in her mind, thinking if she should tell him about it or not. Alex couldn’t sit still even for a second now. He was in a complete panic stricken state, moments away from peeing in his pants uncontrollably. 
 
Clara knew she needed to act quickly or else everything was going to be lost. “Err..Alex?” she said softly, “I think, I can help you with this but only if you promise you’ll not get angry on what I’m about to say..” her heart was beating fast now.
 
“W-what?” the boy asked, unable to spare anymore energy.
 
“Umm…if I’m not wrong, men can’t pee when the have an erection right? So, I was thinking if you could let me just….I don’t know…. s-stroke you…. , it might stop your pee from coming out…” she couldn’t stop shivering as she said this. Alex was her friend’s son and she wasn’t allowed to think of him that way, but she just couldn’t help it. She was so turned on.
 
Alex looked at her shocked and confused, unable to believe what he had just heard. “Are you serious?” he said, his voice shaking due to his immense need to pee. He never had to pee this bad in his entire life and at this moment, he was willing to do anything to be able to hold it till they got to the station.
 
“Yes, don’t worry, nobody will see,” she said.
 
Alex turned his face towards the window and closed his eyes. This was certainly not something he was willing to do but anything at this point that might help him hold on was necessary.
 
Clara carefully took his hand away from his crotch and with his pants already open, she slowly pulled away his underwear to reveal his cock. 
 
She took it in her hand and began to gently stroke. Alex let out a heavy breath, somehow controlling his emotions and his overwhelming need to pee. 
 
“Don’t worry, just relax,” Clara said as a small rivulet of urine escaped his pee hole and slid down her clenched fingers.
 
His cock was fast to respond to the feminine touch around it and before long, it began to harden. 
 
“Just let me handle it, you don’t have to worry, I won’t let any pee come out, I promise..” she said, in a sultry yet concerned tone.
 
Alex couldn’t believe what was happening to him. His bladder felt like it was about to explode, yet the sensation around his cock as Clara continued to stroke it, sent waves of pleasure across his spine. His entire body was twitching in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he sat there, helpless.
 
Clara continued to pump his cock along its slippery length, with what looked like drops of pre-cum oozing out of it, “Is it manageable? Do you still feel close to losing control?” she asked.
 
Alex just nodded his head in disagreement, still facing away. 
 
Clara felt exceedingly turned on and powerful, knowing that she was helping him hold on, “Let me know when you get close to cumming , if your erection dies, you might lose control,” Clara breathed.
 
“Hmm..” Alex moaned, his lips pressed tightly inwards.
 
Clara continued to masturbate the boy as the train stood there with no signs of moving anytime soon. Alex didn’t know how long he could take this. His need to cum was building up fast but he couldn’t just ejaculate yet. He needed to stay erect until they reached the station. It was the toughest battle his body had ever faced and he could only hope Clara would win it for him.
 
Finally, the train began to move slowly. Alex’s breathing quickened as he edged close to having an orgasm. 
 
“I’m getting close..!” he said abruptly, his chest jutting up in an alarm to warn Clara to slow down.
 
Clara decelerated the motion of her hand over his penis and just rubbed the base in a slight up down movement.
 
The train began to pick up speed as she looked intently at the boy’s penis. Another tiny stream of urine flowed out of it and she quickly squeezed his cock to make sure not a drop more came out.
 
She was shocked to think how desperate Alex might be that pee was coming out of him even when he had a boner.
 
Clara kept his cock in her hand, squeezing it shut and hoping that nothing would come out till they got to their stop.
 
Even with his cock standing in full attention, Alex wasn’t sure if he could hold it back any longer.  
 
Then the train once again began to slow down, they had finally reached their stop.  Alex looked at Clara, “What’s happening?”, he said “Are we there yet?”
 
“I think so,” Clara said, “Keep holding on, you’re almost there,” she continued, gripping his cock firmly. 
 
“My bladder is about to burst any second. I'm seriously going to wet myself,” Alex stated.
 
“I’m letting go off you, from here on, it’s only you who can hold it…,” Clara said, leaving his penis before wiping her wet hand off with a tissue.
 
“Oh..” Alex gasped as he slid his penis back into his underwear. With Clara’s sensual touch not around it anymore, his erection was dying quickly although he still felt quite aroused. Maybe it was the fear of wetting himself that was killing his horniness. He steeled his sphincters for what was to come and drew a deep breathe. 
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 “I’ll get your luggage, you go pee,” Clara said as she saw the train drawing into the platform.
 
It was as if the news that he was so close to relief gave him a bit of strength, he started to walk towards the doors, with a hand jammed in his crotch. 
 
Despite the embarrassment, he couldn't take it away for a second without completely flooding his pants. People were watching him now but he didn’t care. 
 
They both made it to the door and he couldn’t stand still even for a second. 
 
“Come on please god hurry up”, Alex whined in agony.
 
Alex had one hand on the door handle, already trying to open it, and the other holding himself for dear life.
 
“Oh come on, it’s going to come out.”
 
They could see the platform clearly from in there and as they passed the main building, Clara said, “The toilets are there.”
 
“Oh god” , he said bending double. “Just stop!  For god sakes, please just stop!” 
 
 Finally the train came to a halt and Alex desperately pulled on the door handle.
 
“Come on, come on”, he said and finally they opened. 
 
Alex hurriedly stepped out of the train. The toilets were all the way down the other end of the platform and Alex made for them as fast as he could. He still had one hand gripping his crotch. They weren’t moving very fast but finally they saw the toilets. 
 
“I hope the urinals are not occupied,” he said.
 
Clara didn't want to tell him that she was almost certain the doors would be locked and he might have bigger problems to deal with. 
 
They got to the toilets and he turned the handle but the door didn’t open.
 
“Oh my god!” Alex cried out, crossing his legs tightly as he felt a dribble escape, “It is locked!”
 
Clara found herself at a loss of words, she didn’t know what she could do to help the poor boy out now.
 
She saw a station master nearby and quickly walked towards him, “Excuse me sir but could you please send someone to unlock the loos, it’s an emergency.”
 
“Well, I am sorry mam but it is time for a shift change and I guess, it would be an hour before the fresh staff comes in, the toilet can be unlocked only after that,” he replied before going his way.
 
An hour was too long, Clara knew Alex wouldn’t be able to hold it till then.
 
 She hurriedly walked towards him, “The toilets won’t open for another hour, we’ll have to go home.”
 
Alex, who was leaning on the toilet door with the support of his hand, visibly shook at this, “I can’t hold that long,” he said, a tear rolling out of his left eye.
 
“You will have to. You’ve come this far, don’t give up now, it’s just a ten minute ride, you’ll make it,” Clara said as she picked the luggage and started to walk, “Come, quick!” she said, stopping on her way and looking over her shoulder at Alex, who hadn’t even taken a step.
 
He somehow walked towards the taxi stand, just out of the station. He limped, holding his crotch, letting only a small leak out before he reached the taxi Clara was standing next to.
 
“Get in, quick!” she opened the door for him and he carefully stepped inside, crossing his legs again.
 
After hurriedly loading the luggage in the car trunk, Clara climbed in from the other side of the car, holding her blanket in her hand.
 
The taxi pulled into the road and they began their journey home.  
 
“Could you please step on it?! We are in a hurry!” Clara exclaimed. 
 
“Sure,” the driver responded.
 
Clara looked at Alex, his face, his tightly coiled body, his legs twisted together, his hand buried deep between his legs, all told her how badly he needed to pee.
 
She draped the blanket around Alex and pulled herself closer to him. She then covered herself with the rest of the blanket before wrapping her arms around his shivering body.
 
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice shaking and eyes brimming with tears.
 
“I am just making sure you’re not cold, feeling cold makes you want to pee more you know,” she said with a smile.
 
Tears rolled down Alex’s face. Clara gently guided his head so it rested on her chest.
 
“I can’t hold it..” he cried.
 
“You can, believe in yourself, you can hold it,” she said, slightly caressing the back of his head. He was shivering so violently, Clara knew he was on the end of his ropes.
 
“I am not going to make it..” Alex wailed.
 
“Ssshhh, don’t worry, you’ll make it, it’s not too long, you’ll make it..” Clara said, continuing to caress his head while looking intently out of the window, hoping they would reach soon.
 
 Alex clutched his crotch as tightly as he could and for the next two minutes neither of them said anything. 
 
It was at this point that his body slowly began to fail. Urine flowed out of his penis in long spurts and he began to cry helplessly. He could feel the wetness spreading across is lap. He pressed his thighs together in one last ditch effort to prevent himself from having an accident but soon the hot spurts turned into a violent stream. Alex wept in pain, but he couldn't do anything; he was peeing in his pants.
 
“It’s alright, we are almost there,” Clara said, still unaware of what was happening under the blanket.
The boy’s urine began to soak into the seat and also into the blanket.
 
Suddenly, Clara felt the growing wetness beneath her. She was shocked when she realized that Alex was having an accident, right there, in her arms!
 
“Oh my god!,” she exclaimed. 
 
Alex broke down in painful gasping sobs when he heard this. He tried to pull himself out of Clara’s arms but she didn’t let him.
 
Alex could barely feel himself peeing now, just the growing wetness around him.
 
The only support Alex had at this moment was Clara’s understanding hug. He kept peeing for almost a minute and a half, and by the time he was done, he had completely soaked the blanket that he and Clara were sharing.
 
His cries grew deeper as he hugged back Clara tightly.
 
“Sshh, it’s okay, it’s okay. Just breathe,” she said.
 
Alex couldn’t reply, he sobbed rest of the way there.
 
When they reached home, Clara pulled herself out of the hug and stepped out in her dripping clothes. Her jeans were completely drenched from the back and her top had absorbed a lot of moisture from the blanket too.
 
Alex trembled as he sat there crying. His breaths came between breaking sobs. 
 
“Honey, we're there, let’s go in,” Clara said, looking at the boy who was sitting with his face in his hands.
 
He opened his side of the door and quickly stepped out to walk off towards the house. It was only when he stood up that Clara came to know how wet his own clothes were. His jeans were drenched from waist to ankle and his shirt was soaked at the back. She was shocked at the size and impact of his accident. She could’ve never imagined he had to go so much.
 
Alex went straight inside the house, while Clara collected the luggage from the trunk and also paid the driver for the damage done to the back seat.
 
Once inside the house, Clara went straight to the boy’s room, to find him sitting in a corner, with his knees buried in his chest and hands wrapped around his legs. 
 
“Honey, are you okay?” she asked, quickly walking up to him.
 
Alex didn’t respond. With his face held down, he just kept crying.
 
Clara slowly rubbed his back through his soaked shirt, hoping it would make him feel better.
 
“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean it, I’ll pay you back for all the damages, I am really sorry, please don’t tell mom and dad about this, please,” Alex cried desperately looking at her.
 
“Oh no, honey,” Clara said, pulling him into a hug again, “You don’t need to pay me back for anything and I won’t tell anything to your mom and dad, now just relax,” she said, “Please stop crying, honey, it’s OK. It was just an accident.”
 
Slowly but steadily, his cries died down but his humiliation remained. He could feel his damp clothes clinging heavily to his skin his entire body trembling in shame and embarrassment. 
 
“I really didn’t mean to...i- it just happened,” he whimpered.
 
“I know sweetie and it’s okay. Now please stop crying,” she said, “Everything’s going to be OK. Why don’t you go take a shower, and I’ll put your clothes in the laundry.”
 
Feeling tired and broken, Alex simply nodded to this. Once inside the bathroom, he put his wet clothes in the laundry basket and placed it outside the door for Clara to take it down with her.
 
After a long shower, Alex came back in his bedroom and put on his pajamas, ready to go to sleep. Although he felt hungry, he didn’t feel like eating anything.
 
When he was about to climb onto his bed, he heard Clara’s voice from the other side of the door, “Hey honey, I’m coming in,” she said.
 
“Yeah,” Alex responded in a low voice as he climbed on his bed.
 
When Clara walked in, Alex noted that she too had taken a bath and had changed out of her wet clothes to her evening gown.   
 
“I am sorry for ruining your clothes, I promise I’ll pay you back for it,” Alex said even before Clara could utter a word.
 
“Alex, honey, I already told you that you don’t need to pay me back for anything. It was just an accident, I know you didn't do it on purpose,” she said before sitting next to him on in his bed, “Now, tell me, what will you like have for dinner?”
 
“N-Nothing, I’m not hungry..” he replied softly.
 
“Are you sure?” Clara asked.
 
“Mmm..” he nodded.
----------------------------------------------------
“ Are you upset that I touched you down there?” Clara asked, looking at his frowned face.
 
“Huh?!” he looked up, shocked at the abrupt question. He had decided not to talk to Clara about it ever again but since she had brought it up anyway, there was no point being apprehensive, “N-no, it felt g-good… “
 
“Really?” 
 
“Yes,” Alex nodded slightly.
 
“Do you mind if I do it again?” she asked, shyly.
 
“I- I don’t know…” Alex mumbled. 
 
Clara slowly pushed the boy’s shoulders so that he was lying on his bed. She slid his pajama and underwear down to find that he was already hard.
 
“Oh honey,” she said as she held his cock in her hand and kissed its tip.
 
Alex covered his face with both his hands as waves of pleasure ran across his body. It felt so good but he didn’t know if it was right. Clara was her mother’s friend but she was so attractive. She was a stunner at 44 years of age and Alex couldn’t deny the fact that he had at times, felt tempted towards her.
 
His breathing fastened as Clara pumped the full length of his cock. The pre-cum dripping out of his hole made the motion of her hand all the more slippery.
 
“I have a confession to make,” she said continuing to stroke him, “I was really turned on by your desperation in the train today. It was so hot to see you struggling to hold on…”
 
Alex was stunned on hearing this but he didn’t respond. Things were sliding out of his control. He had never imagined everything would get so complicated.
 
“-but you are my mom’s friend…” he said after a moment, still holding his face in shame, “It’s not right for us to do this…!”
 
 “So what?! Do you want me to stop?” Clara asked, jerking his cock faster.
 
“No! Please don’t stop! Please! Keep going!” 
 
With the amount of pre-cum dripping out of his member, Clara was sure that he was going to come soon.
 
Before long, his hips started to twitch and it was clear to her that Alex was close. 
 
“Don’t resist, just let it happen…” she breathed. 
 
Alex could feel his balls getting tighter and semen beginning to rise up the shaft of his penis. 
 
“Aaah!” he sighed as a thick white stream of cum, shot out of his penis, quickly followed by another one.
 
Clara continued to stroke his boner as she looked shocked at the amount of cum shooting out of this young boy.
 
“Oh my god!” he breathed as more ropes of semen exploded out of his dick. The cumulative sum of his orgasms was so intense, that he felt like he was about to black out. After a couple of more shots, his cock finally began to grow flaccid  but Clara in her excitement,  still kept stroking it.
 
“Fuck, that’s a lot of cum!” she choked back a laugh. She was right, her hand was dripping with his seminal fluid and the bed sheet was soaked too. She couldn’t believe a human could hold such large volume of cum inside him.
 
“I am so sorry! I’ll clean it up, I am really sorry!” Alex said, sitting back up.
 
“No, no! It’s okay! I’ll just put the clothes in the laundry,” Clara smiled, still trying to absorb what had just happened. 
 
“I’m really sorry, that always happens to me,” Alex said, holding his face again.
 
“Oh no! It was great!” Clara said, “But thank god you didn’t let that out in the train or else it would have made a huge mess on my clothes,” she laughed.
 
“Yeah,” Alex said blushing.
 
After they awkwardly changed the bed covers together, Clara advised Alex to take some rest. When the boy climbed back on his bed, she decided that it was time for her to leave.
-----------------------------------------
His heart ached as he watched Clara walking out of his room. But when she reached the doorstep, suddenly, she turned around and looked at him.
 
Before Alex could understand what was going on, she walked up to him and then, she kissed him. It was pure passion that flowed through both of their bodies for that brief moment.
 
Suddenly,  taking a step back, Clara turned around, “Okay sweetie, I’ll see you in the morning,” she said, switching off the lights as she walked out, “Sleep well and if you need anything just let me know, okay? Good Night...,” she closed the door and left.
 
 “Night,” Alex said dejectedly, as he lied back on his bed and his exhausted body pulled him into deep sleep. 

The morning sun gleamed bright as the Queen’s entourage reached the Wedgemore meadow, where a hundred pavilions had risen on the grassy field. 
Some were small, some large; some square, some round; some of sailcloth, some of linen, some of silk; but all were brightly colored, with long banners streaming from their center poles, painting the meadow brighter than a field of flowers.
Lord Abbot was staging a great tourney to celebrate his daughter’s sixteenth nameday and every lordly house in the realm had sent a knight or three to Wedgemore, to see the fair maid and brave the lists in her honor.
Queen Charlotte too was eager to see the noblest lords and finest knights from the realm compete against each other.  With half her court, she had set from the capital at dawn to reach Wedgemore on time. 
They had traveled past woods and orchards, stout holdfasts and neatly tended fields as the sun rose from its slumber and climbed up the sky. 
All the way, Queen Charlotte’s lips barely parted with the water skin, although she had plenty of water before leaving the King’s Fort. Owing to her belief that drinking a lot of water would grant her eternal youth, the Queen made it a point to drink no less than ten liters each day, however engaged in her duties she may be.
 By when they met the honor guard Lord Abbot had sent to meet them on the road and escort them back to his keep, Queen Charlotte already had four liters of water streaming through her body, most of it already begging to be let out, but she paid it no heed. 
A blare of trumpets went off from the walls as the Queen’s knights and mounted archers poured through Lord Abbot’s castle gates, riding some of the most splendid horses in the country. 
The Queensguard knights rode in with the royal banners and a gust of wind lifted the golden silk pennons atop the tall staffs, and the rampant griffin of House Seymour drawn upon it seemed to take wing. 
Lord Abbot and his sons came hurrying out the doors of the keep and kneeled as Queen Charlotte stepped out of her carriage. She was wearing a white gown slashed with cloth-of-gold, lacy but demure. It had been several years since the last time she had donned it, and she found it a bit tight about the middle. 
“Your Highness” Lord Abbot kissed her hand and she responded with a curt smile.  
She rode to the tourney in a litter with curtains of yellow silk so fine she could see right through them. They turned the whole world gold.
The meadow was filled with people, all trying to wriggle their way closer for a better view. The viewing stand was filled up with highborn lords and ladies, a few rich townfolk, and a score of knights who had decided not to compete that day. All clutching their cloaks tight about them against the morning chill. Everyone who was seated, stood up when Charlotte came to take her seat in the viewing box, and sat only when the she signaled with a nod. 
As she waited for the joust to begin, a minor twinge from her bladder reminded the Queen of her filling organ, but she chose to ignore it and asked a servant to fill her water skin now that she had emptied it for the fifth time.
The horns blew to summon the challengers, and a murmur of excitement went through the crowd as five knights appeared one by one at the south end of the lists. Heralds shouted out the name of each knight in turn. They paused before the viewing stand to dip their lances in salute to the Queen, Lord Abbot and his daughter, then circled to the north end of the field to select their opponents. 
When done, the challengers trotted back to the south end of the lists to await their foes and stood with their twelve-foot lances pointed upward.
Brightly barded horses were held by squires on the north end of the field for the champions to mount. They donned their helms and took up lance and shield, in grandeur the equal to their rivals.
And then, the Wedgemore meadow grew almost still as the champions trotted into position.
A horn sounded, and stillness turned into commotion in the blink of an eye. A thousand voices began to scream and shout as the knights charged from both sides, forty iron-shod hooves beat and tore the ground, ten lances ready to pierce through their rivals’ hearts. The field seemed almost to shake, and champions and challengers came together in a shredding collision of wood and steel, pummeling two riders into the dust. Their rivals dismounted to meet them afoot with swords and axes, while the ones still ahorse turned around for another pass. 
Charlotte saw the point of Sir Tybalt’s black lance hit Sir Fendrel’s  shield and slide off to slam into his chest, even as the latter’s own lance burst into splinters against Tybalt’s breastplate. 
Sir Fendrel’s horse reared with the force of the impact, and he was lifted from his stirrups and flung brutally to the ground, inciting a great roar of approval from the crowd. Sir Fendrel’s squire ran out, loosened his helm, and called for help, and two serving men lifted the fainted knight by the arms to help him back to his pavilion.
Lord Brinon was down as well, unhorsed by Sir Rowan Braund, but he jumped up at once and drew his longsword, and Sir Rowan Braund cast aside his lance and dismounted to continue their fight afoot.  
Elsewhere on the field, the two knights who had remained ahorse were riding their fifth course. More lances shattered, and this time Lord Norman Grey aimed his point so expertly he ripped Lord Joseph Rowntree’s helm cleanly off his head. 
Barefaced, Lord Joseph raised his hand in salute and got down his horse, yielding the match. By then Sir Rowan had beaten Lord Brinon into submission, showing himself as skilled with a sword as he was with a lance.
For the rest of the morning and well into afternoon, it was more of the same, as knights took the field in twos and threes, and sometimes five together. Trumpets blew, the heralds called out names, warhorses charged, the crowd cheered, lances broke like twigs, and swords rang against helms and mail. It was, smallfolk and high lord alike agreed, a splendid day of jousting.
By this time, sharp twinges from her bladder were making Queen Charlotte a bit uncomfortable. She had drunk no less than six liters of water since morning and now a distinct bulge was beginning to show over her gown. She could feel all the water streaming through her body, getting collected in her bladder but she wasn’t even close to desperate.
Sir Thomas Darell fought in a black fury and defeated all his challengers. He shattered Sir Donald’s collarbone and elbow, but the worst injuries he meted out were to the Queen’s favorite, the handsome knight Sir Cedric Garin , who was borne from the field senseless and bloody.
Lord Crewe and Sir Edmund Cartwright rode against each other thrice more before Sir Edmund finally fell off his horse so hard, he lost all consciousness. Sir Francis Bennett, broke no less than nine lances against Lord Abbot’s son, Jeffery. They both lost their saddles on their tenth course, only to rise together to fight on, sword against mace. Finally an injured Sir Bennett admitted defeat.
A splendid sight, Charlotte thought as she watched victor and vanquished embrace and walk together from the field. 
The Queen’s bladder was positively swollen by this point, her gown straining to contain the bulge. Though her need wasn’t pressing, she was sitting much stiffer than before. Her bladder expanding to outrageous proportions to contain all the liquid she had consumed.  
With the ungodly amount of water getting collected in her cavernous bladder, a serious pressure was building up inside her, but Charlotte let it slide to the back of her mind. Having the biggest bladder in the realm was surely a blessing. She could hold as much as she wanted, as long as she wanted. She knew there was absolutely nothing to worry. With her capacity, needing to wee was never a problem.
A fanfare of trumpets announced that three new challengers had entered the lists. The heralds shouted their names. "Lord Baron of House Calvert, from the Cheviot Hills. Lord Ulric of House Bretel, from Gillygate. Sir Gawen of House Corbet, Lord of Knavesmire." 
The three challengers took their places as the three champions mounted up. Men were making bets all around them and calling out encouragement to their choices. 
On the first pass, Lord Crewe struck Sir Gawen's shield a partial blow, the blunted point of his lance sliding aside into empty air. 
Sir Gawen's own lance broke clean against the Lord Crewe’s chest, and the latter seemed about to fall for an instant before he recovered his seat. 
The second time through the lists, Lord Crewe swung his lance left, aiming for his foe's breast, but struck his shoulder instead. Even so, the blow was enough to make the older knight lose his lance. One arm flailed for balance and Sir Gawen fell. The Lord swung from the saddle and drew his sword, but the fallen knight waved him off and raised his visor. "I yield, my Lord" he called. 
"Well fought." The lords in the viewing stand echoed him, shouting, "Well fought! Well fought!" as Lord Crewe knelt to help the knight to his feet. 
Farther away, Sir Rowan was being carried off the field unconscious, while Lord Ulric and Lord Norman were going at each other lustily with axes, to the delight of the roaring crowd. 
"Get him!" someone shouted merrily, "Get him! Hit him! 
“Yes! He's right there, he's right there!" The crowd seemed almost equally divided between them, hence cheers and curses mingled freely in the air. 
Lord Abbot’s son, Jeffery, also fought several notable matches, knocking his foes from their stirrups one after the other, which made him a great favorite of the commons. Though, Queen Charlotte thought the day's honors should go to Lord Ulric Bretel who humbled fourteen knights, each one of them formidable. 
A dozen times, the crowds gasped as riders crashed together, lances exploding into splinters while the commons screamed for their favorites.  Women covered their eyes whenever a man fell, but the Queen never reacted. A great lady knew how to behave at tournaments.
The jousting went all day and into the dusk, the hooves of the great warhorses pounding down the lists until the field was a ragged wasteland of torn earth.
By this point, Queen Charlotte was beginning to feel a bit desperate and for the first time in the entire day, she sat with her thighs pressed together, a water melon sized bladder jutting out of her gut. All the water was really catching up and she knew a flood was building up inside her bladder, but she wasn’t going to let that flood break free before the jousting was done. The most splendid warriors from the realm were competing before her and she didn’t want to miss any of it while she went off to use the castle privy.  
Lord Crewe rode brilliantly. He overthrew Sir Warren Bauldry and Lord William Conteville as easily as if he were riding against dummies made of straw.
Sir Peter Toustain, seemed unstoppable as well, violently riding down one foe after the other. The most frightening moment of the day came during his tenth joust, when his lance rode up and struck a Sir Warren from Wirksworth under the gorget with such force that it exploded out of the back of his neck in a gout of bright blood, killing him right then and there. Screaming, Sir Warren’s horse had crashed sideways, knocking the wooden barrier to pieces as it fell.
The youth fell not ten feet from where Charlotte was seated. The point of Sir Peter’s lance had snapped off in his neck, and blood flowed out of him to cover the sand in red. 
All of Wedgemore meadow was shouting. Sir Peter, having raced casually around the carnage to the end of the lists, wheeled his horse and came galloping back. He was shouting too, though Charlotte could not make out the words over the screams of people. 
After they carried off the body, a boy with a spade ran onto the field and shoveled dirt over the spot where he had fallen, to cover up the blood. Then the jousts recommenced.
As the time crawled ahead, the thoughts of her filling mammoth bladder suddenly came rushing back to the Queen.  She had totally forgotten about it, but now, with the pressure having reached a fevered level , she was finding it difficult to keep her composure. She crossed her legs and placed a hand on her bulging stomach. The strain of her full bladder was making her restless now. She tried hard to sit normally, but she could not keep her legs still.
Sir William of Orange also fell to Peter Toustain and Lord Oliver Cromwell to Ulric Bretel. Lord Oliver was unhorsed so violently that he broke his arm upon the fall. Though the crowd cheered madly when he found his feet, for his beautiful face made him a great favorite.
The Queen had consumed a whooping ten liters of water by this point, all of it getting pumped into her cast-iron bladder. She needed to wee a lot by now but she just didn’t want to leave to use the privy and miss any of the fights. So she kept sitting with her thighs pressed together to endure her bladder pain. Her composure was slowly whittling away. She just crossed her legs when a sudden bladder spasm took her and slightly rubbed her thighs as she continued to enjoy the games.
Lord Jarin of Wintwater jerked his mount around hard and rode back to the lists for a second pass as his opponenet, Lord Thomas Darell tossed down his broken lance and snatched up a fresh one, cursing his squire. Lord Jarin spurred forward at a hard gallop and Lord Darell rode to confront him. 
Both their lances exploded, and Lord Jarin fell off his horse so violently that his head hit the ground with an audible crack.
In an instant, Lord Thomas jumped off his mount and walked to Lord Jarin, who was still struggling to find his feet. Thomas pulled a long dirk free and flicked open his rival’s visor. The roar of the crowd was too loud for Queen Charlotte to hear what Jarin said, but she saw the word form on his split, bloody lips, ‘Yield’ as he raised his arms in surrender.  Squires dashed onto the field and carried the vanquished night back to his pavilion. 
The Queen had to piss so badly by now that she was finding it difficult to sit still. She normally would have immediately stopped whatever she was doing to go relieve herself, even if that meant leaving a council meeting midway or excusing herself from bible study. But here it was jousting, and she was enjoying every bit of it, so she decided to postpone her need.
Shrieks of horror rose from the crowd when Sir Lionel’s lance speared through Lord Robert Dalton’s open visor, piercing through his eye and brain. With an alarming scream he flew off his horse and crashed to the ground, his blood soaking into the sand around him, a splinter still protruding from his left eye.
All the thoughts of her expanding bladder were forgotten as Charlotte watched Lord Robert withering in agony as he slowly drifted towards his death. He breathed his last before his squires carried him back to the pavilion.
By then, the moon was well up and the crowd was tired, so Lord Abbot decreed that the remaining matches would be fought the next morning, before the melee.
While tired commons began their walk home, talking of the day's jousts and the matches to come on the morrow, the highborns moved to the castle’s great hall to begin the feast, along with the winners and losers from the tournament.  
The Queen walked back to the castle with a very protruding bladder bulge, carrying all the water she had drunk. Her first priority now was to take a piss, but the feast was about to begin and her absence would be taken as a slight. She was the guest of honor and keeping others waiting would have been disrespectful.
So, unwillingly she decided to wait until the feast was done.
A sound of curiosity went through the hall when Lord Abbot came in, escorting the queen. He helped her up the steps to the dais and led her to her seat, but the queen never so much as looked at him.
Half an hour had passed by when the second course was laid out, leaving Charlotte worried. She had never dreamed that the service would be so slow, and she was crossing and uncrossing her legs as she tried to stop fidgeting. I don’t want to piss, she told herself that it was only imagination, seeing other people drinking a lot and knowing what effect that usually had. She tried very hard to ignore that she had drunk an ungodly amount of water, and was probably the only one brave enough not to have been to the privy before the feast.
Tables were piled high with sweetgrass and strawberries and fresh-baked bread, yet none of it caught Charlotte’s attention.
She sat with her thighs pressed, wiggling her butt in discomfort, her bladder aching for relief. She was beginning to think of leaving the hall to look for a privy but her thoughts were intruded by Lord Abbot, "At the nameday feast, I hope you will not refuse to dance with my sons," he said. "It would please an old man's heart."
A dance was the last thing she needed, the way her bladder was throbbing but she couldn’t very well refuse her host.
“Might I have this dance, my lady?" Lord Abbot’s son Jeffery stood waiting for her answer. 
A slight nod with a curt smile was her response as she stood up half-heartedly from her seat, before the young lord escorted her to the dance floor.
Nursing her aching bladder, she danced with him, keeping her thighs pressed all the while.
“You dance very well, my Queen” Jeffery told her as they whirled to the music, and she gave him a smile in return that was probably weaker than she intended, but with her bladder in such a painful and bulging state, it was the best she could do.  
By the time Lord Abbot’s second son, Roderick came up to her to ask for a dance, her desperate state had turned her legs into wood and she barely moved if danced at all.
“Is there something wrong my lady?” Roderick asked, noting her discomfort.
 “N- nothing, I’m fine..” Charlotte replied with a broken smile that betrayed how much her bladder was busrting.
The young lord must have thought her a very clumsy dancer but she was far from caring about what he thought.
She even danced with Lord Atwell for a while and then she was back with Jeffery once more, dancing while somehow holding her river of wee.  And soon, blessedly, the dance was over.
Her relief was short-lived. No sooner had the music died than Lord Durandal came up to her and started talking. He inquired politely after the health of her father, brother, and son.
Though she acted as if she was listening, the Queen’s mind was absorbed by the thought of her painful need.  
I cannot act differently due to the state of my bladder, be graceful, she told herself and responded to Lord Durandal’s every question with utmost humility. 
She was determined not to give them any indication that she was dying for a piss. A proper lady never makes the need to relief herself known, she reminded herself.
She walked normally, talked normally, and laughed normally, her lower belly protruding ominously in front of her as she tightly held her day’s long worth of water.  No one in the hall knew how full her bladder was, how much it was aching.
While singers sang and jugglers juggled, they began with pears poached in wine, and went on to tiny savory fish rolled in salt and cooked crisp, and roosters stuffed with onions, and mushrooms. There were great loaves of brown bread, mounds of turnips, apples, figs, grapes, oranges, lemons,  sweet corn, pease and beans. Mutton stewed with onions, garlic and herbs, roasted swans, geese and quail, and trenchers dripping full of venison stewed with beer and barley. Pastries, filled with a mixture of meat, dates, ginger, vinegar, eggs, and herbs.  And for the sweet, Lord Abbot's servants brought down trays of pies from his castle kitchens, sugar paste, marzipan and jelly painted and molded into shapes of castles and ships, spiced honey biscuits and blackberry tarts, apple crisps and wheels of buttery cheese.
The rich foods made mouths water but the Queen sat indifferent. Her mind wrapped up in her dire need to piss.  As she sat with her legs crossed, the wave of pressure in her bladder seemed to intensify into a more severe state of need with every minute, and she felt even more swollen and close to the point of honestly bursting than she had even moments before. This sensation of urgency terrified her. The feeling of needing to pass her water and not being immediately able to do so, it was a feeling that scared her so much. To be caught in such a dire and private need was not something she considered becoming to a proper lady.
The Queen played with the food but barely bought any of it to her mouth. She was having trouble controlling her need. It was clear that she was nearing her limit. Even a simple thing as talking to Lord Abbot was almost too much for Charlotte, who needed to concentrate every second to keep her bladder under control, and for a dreadful moment she thought she was going to lose control, instinctively jamming her hand between her legs, blocking off her piss, about a hair’s breadth away from her smallclothes, or so it felt. Once she had started to hold herself, it felt so good she did not want to let go, so she resorted to the trick of resting her other arm across her lap to hide what she was doing. 
She wanted to run, find a privy and piss to her heart's content, but she couldn't just leave the feast, It would be rude, she reminded herself again and again, hoping it would give her the strength to hang on. 
Standing up to cut the cake was an extra strain on her overfilled bladder, but even more difficult was moving her legs while desperately trying not to wet herself. Her bladder was so full she couldn’t even stand straight, let alone walk. 
When she was back on her seat, she immediately crossed her legs and held her crutch to ease the strain on her bladder. 
The servants kept the cups filled all night, yet the Queen didn’t even taste it. Her bladder was already bursting with water and the last thing she wanted was more liquid flowing into it.
It was almost an hour past midnight, and the Queen had been holding her waters for over twenty hours, since she left the capital.  Only her exceptional bladder capacity had enabled her to do so, but now she was near to breaking down and wetting herself.
Her need to piss had become so great that she was finding it difficult to think about anything else. It was beginning to overtake all good sense. She was pushed to the point where she was beginning to think of leaving the feast, however rude she may come across, she didn't care. 
I really need to use the privy, but I don’t know where they are, she thought. No, I cannot ask them, a proper lady never makes the need to relieve herself known, she told herself firmly. 
She sat with her legs crossed, hands pressing on her thighs in desperation. It was now taking her a lot of force to hold her waters. 
Suddenly, without any warning, a thick stream burst into her smallclothes, spreading dampness  around her crotch. Shocked, Charlotte crossed her legs tighter to clamp the stream off before she completely lost control, her muscles tightening as she tried to prevent any further leakage.
Her cheeks burned in embarrassment as she looked around to see others laughing and drinking. Nobody knew that she'd just leaked into her clothes, but soon they would.
She was just moments away from having a humiliating accident, her sphincters quivering with pressure. 
No, I absolutely cannot leave the feast, I’ll have to wait, she told herself but her bladder was about to explode. 
Then, another spurt of hot pee rushed out of her for just a fraction of a second before she summed every ounce of her will to hold back the massive flood that she contained. The leaks however had dampened her smallclothes and she felt another small trickle escape to add to its wetness. She was losing control of her bladder, and she knew she had to find a privy NOW or else she would disgrace herself in front of all these people.
She stood up from her seat, a hand placed on her thigh, inches away from her crotch, "P- pardon me my lord, I feel the need of some air.” 
“As you please, my Queen” Lord Abbot was quick to respond.
"Your Highness, give me but a moment to don my mail. You should not be without protection"  Sir Preston of the Queensguard rose from his seat.
Determined not break her composure, Queen Charlotte said, "If I am not safe in the heart of Lord Abbot’s castle, with so many to protect me, one sword will make no matter . . . please sit and eat, my good sir. If I have need of you, I'll send for you." 
"As you will, Your Highness." Sir Preston replied.
Stopping her piss at the gates, she turned around and left the hall with her thighs pressed together, past a slouching guardsman who straightened so hurriedly that he near dropped his spear. 
As she walked through a low door into a stair tower, Queen Charlotte squeezed her crotch as tightly as she could, steeling herself to climb the stairs. Lifting her legs wreaked havoc on her exhausted sphincters but she somehow managed to contain herself.
Charlotte could hear faint music drifting from the great hall, seeping out into the night.  Had she known finding relief would be so difficult, she never would have drank so much water. 
Once upstairs, she examined every last room in the massively grandiose hallway but none of them was a privy. She turned; her face visibly distressed as she tried to decide on her next course of action.
She thought going back to the hall to ask if anyone knew where the privy was, but immediately erased the thought off her mind. Considering the signals her bladder was sending, she feared she might not be able to hold out that long.
She had to piss so bad that she was almost afraid to walk. She did, however, as quickly as she dared. Though her mind was focused with every second on the throbbing, consistently surging muscle that felt, with every step, that they were seconds away from throbbing too strongly for her to bear.
She realized her breath was shallow and quick as she made her way down the dim hallway, her steps small but quick. The doors of all the rooms she'd checked stood on either side, some still partway open. She glanced at one or two of them anxiously, seeing only furniture and tapestries, and could not help but halt in her steps. The pressure was incredible. She could feel the muscles around her pisshole practically vibrating with the effort it took to impede the inevitable flood of urine that wanted so desperately to escape. She made a small, whimpering sound in spite of her valiant effort to hold onto her modesty, and crossed her legs together. 
She forced herself to keep walking. It wasn't easy. Her thighs were clenched, her ankles stiff, and she found herself slowing her hesitant walk to a full stop several times. Her hand, buried deep inside her crotch, she stuck her knees tight together. Oh God, the pressure.
Her bladder was so swollen, jutting out of her gut like a boulder, hard as a rock, filled with so much water. It was driving her insane.
At length she straightened her posture, allowing the particularly strong spasm to subside as best she could, and was ultimately able to take a few more steps. She had to hold it. She had to. She had literally no choice, at least until she was able to get further upstairs, maybe there was a privy there. It was all she could do to keep from bursting right where she was, merely trying to hurry through the hall.
"Ohh..." she groaned quietly in her misery. The walls of her bladder stretched still further and pinched at her mercilessly in protest. She shushed it. She told herself that she could hold it. After all, she was the Queen of twelve countries. She could surely hold it however long she had to, no matter how... pressing the need.
She tried to take a deep breath, and prepared herself to move further upstairs to search more rooms, that might possibly have a privy. She bent at the waist, her hand trembling on the wall, in a cold sweat.
"Ohhhh, God please..." she moaned, and closed her eyes for a moment, her body seconds away from giving out. Her bladder sent her a particularly hot, sharp twinge; so strong and so urgent she was unable to stop a small leak from bursting into her clothes. Oh, dear God, where are all the privies in this bloody castle?
"Ohhhh..." she moaned softly. Oh, my god, help me, she thought.  Oh, just please make it stop...
She didn't dare move for several seconds. She stood, her bladder ready to explode, her knees almost numb from being held so tense. Finally, regaining some semblance of control she was again able to stand more or less upright. Just hold it a little longer, she told herself. Just try and make it... 
She decided then to try and venture up the stairs, although there was no promise of finding a privy. She crossed the short hallway, her great need weighing her down with every careful step. 
I don't know how much longer I can take this; I really don't, she thought, her agony reaching a panicking stage. I have to piss… oh god how I have to piss… her thoughts trailed off as she reached the first step on the landing. Her bladder trembled, threatening her. It was the worst state of desperation she could remember in all her years as the Queen.
"I'm not going to make it!" she said out loud suddenly. She turned back to the hall behind her. Her bladder bursting. It was more than what the Queen could stand. She took only a few more mincing, contorted steps, as far as the first door, one of the few she'd thought to close, when suddenly her bladder quivered with sick violence, and to her horror and humiliation, she felt a long, hot stream of urine escape and soak, warm, into the fabric of her smallclothes. She let out a cry and quickly lifted her gown, her hands darting towards the string of her drawers. 
 
It was too late. She couldn't help it. She was wetting her clothes. 
She struggled, still fighting madly to untie the strings, she fought to stop herself, and with a good deal of painful clenching and contorting, was just able to stem the ferocious oncoming flood, issuing only threatening threads and dribbles into her clothes.
Immediately she ducked into the first room opposite, its door still open from before. She scuffled into the dark, both hands still wrestling with the strings. Her bladder throbbed, and before she was even fully into the shadows, she began to void even more strongly. "Oh, god, please no, not here, not here...!" She cried out, her voice pleading, feeling herself on the very verge of breaking utterly and completely.
She just had to get the strings of her drawers open; already she could feel an alarming amount of wetness and warmth between her legs, trickling down the insides of her thighs. She was wetting, most certainly, but only in long spurts. She fought to control the complete spill, dying from shame, and by the time she was finally able to undo the string of her drawers, she was in tears.
It took a great deal of pressure off her bladder and she tried to catch her breath. She was trembling all over, crying from how badly she needed to urinate. She bent forward in an agonized curtsey, her legs crossed in a desperate attempt to hold on. She looked with frantic, tear-stained eyes around the strange room for anything she could possibly use as a chamber pot.
"Ahhh...!" she cried softly, alone in the room, her thighs tightly pressed together. She crossed her legs tighter, biting her lip, her beautiful face desperate and squeezed her crotch tighter, her gown lifted and drawers open by the string. There were only a few drops on the floor beneath her, not at all the massive puddle she wanted so desperately to avoid. "Oh, dear GOD!" she whined.
She fought another strong , overwhelming surge and kept her grip between her legs tight as ever. She saw nothing in the room but tables, chairs, and books. Obviously it was a library. She took a few hunched tiptoed steps over toward the other side of the room, peering into the corners, hoping against hope for the sight of a wastebasket or anything she could piss into. Nothing. She bobbed up and down, made cringing, little sobbing noises. She had never in all her life as a lady been so embarrassed.
I don't know what I'm going to do, she thought. "I'm going to wet myself!"  another strong spasm swept through her bladder and her muscles quite forgot their task, and despite all her efforts, all her contortions and squeezing, a thick jet of piss managed to escape, spreading more wetness around her crotch.
Oh, god, I can't hold it! Another leak began to travel down her thighs. The Queen wrenched herself tightly, but it was simply no use. She was bursting, completely. She dashed into the closest corner and in one lightening movement, tore down her drawers and smallclothes to her knees.
 She could not even wait until she was squatting, but the instant her small clothe was down and her legs just starting to bend her piss came blasting out. The Queen had never pissed like that before, a jet of pee that seemed at least an inch across erupted with such force that she expected to see it make a hole in the path.
She was finally wetting so thunderously and furiously she was almost unable to keep her balance on the squat. She could not stop. The urine came in hard, pouring waves, fast, pounding, making an embarrassingly loud, un-ignorable hiss. She gasped aloud, her eyes fluttering, faint with relief. Oh the pressure! She felt it come, so heavy and so complete, all that fullness and all that water, so heavy...
Moaning as she watched the river pour out of her, she realized with terrible shame that she had truly and finally lost her most private battle but it felt better than the loudest orgasm she had ever had. 
It was all she could do to keep  herself sane, her thighs twitching with the amazing relief in her crotch, and watch helplessly as hours of waiting and suffering and torture came at last to a gorgeous end. The puddle grew quickly, pooling hot around on the hard wooden edges of the floor before finally seeping into the large carpet. The red nap of the fabric turned dark and glistened. She loathed spoiling it, but there was nothing to be done. Soaking the floor had turned out to be an inevitability. 
"Ohhh, dear God forgive me, I just couldn't wait," she whispered in all valiant modest sincerity as she felt her bladder finally beginning to deflate.  All the panic and worry she had been carrying around for hours fading away at last. Oh, the relief!
She just watched as her stream went on and on and on. “I had so much water” she breathed. That feeling of the thick long torrent of water running out of her body was pure ecstasy, “Oh, god forgive me . . .” she breathed.
After several minutes, she felt the cascade begin to subside. The floor was covered with it, the carpet was drenched. It was still coming. Wary, suddenly, of possible discovery, she cast a quick, anguished glance over her shoulder to the direction of the door, and realized then that she had neglected in her haste to close it behind her.
She hurried to finish up. After another long minute, the flow suddenly died away, then after a couple more short blasts, Charlotte was finished. She finally felt empty, and so much better though quite exhausted from having to hold so much for so long. This was undoubtedly, the most important piss of her life.
She quickly stood back up, pulled up her undergarments, and adjusted her gown before wiping the tears from her beautiful face as she made towards the door. 
She inspected the front of her gown in the light of the hallway. It showed no damage but the wetness around her crotch would be a problem for the rest of the night.
They would leave for the capital come day break and until then she’d have to play like nothing happened.
Charlotte then stepped into the hallway, closed the door behind her, inspected her gown for the one last time, and headed for the stairs.
Maybe some wine would help.
 
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The Old Dark Castle
 
It was a cold evening in the January of 1875 when Gerold received a letter at his office in London. It was from a very rich woman whose name was Josephine and who lived in Vinsylvania. She had mentioned in her letter that she had an old and extensive library that had unfortunately fallen into disarray over the years and that she was looking for someone with the knowledge of literature and attention to detail to help catalog and arrange the books. Gerold could not believe himself. It was something that he had wanted to do for many years.
But amidst the allure of the generous reward she had promised in her letter and his own desire to aid her, Gerold felt a lingering unease at the prospect of traveling to Vinsylvania. With his daughter's third death anniversary swiftly approaching, his heart yearned to pay a poignant visit to the cemetery, like he did every year.
“But you must go, Gerold,” his friend Robert said, “The Lady is rich, and perhaps she will give you more work later.”
And so he agreed to go.
Ten days later he arrived at a little town called Britson. Vinsylvania was a strange and beautiful country. There were mountains, trees, and rivers everywhere. And somewhere high in the mountains was Lady Josephine’s home.
 Gerold had twelve hours to wait before the train arrived to take him there, so he went into a little pub near the King's Cross railway station. Inside the pub, it was warm and friendly. The people there were all laughing and talking and Gerold took a seat in the corner, away from all the noise before he ordered the boy to bring him a tankard of pilsner.
As he saw the boy disappear behind the bar, Gerold took out the little gold pendant from his pocket and flipped it open to see the still smiling faces of his wife and daughter. He still couldn’t believe they had left him so soon.
The serving boy soon returned with a sixty-four-ounce tankard of pilsner full to the brim and Gerold slid the pendant back into his pocket before reaching out for the handle of the tall beer mug made of pewter.
He drank all day and soon it was night and Gerold was just short of drinking another tankard before making a triple century but before that could happen he decided it was time to leave. As he made it to the counter to pay for his drinks, he thought of asking the boy to show him to the urinal before he stepped out but then decided he simply had to leave or he would miss the train. He paid the fat and balding owner in silver Sickles before he walked out of the door.
When Gerold reached the platform he was relieved to find that the train hadn’t yet arrived and he started to look around for a sign of a pissory. He would have really appreciated a good piss before getting on the train but he couldn’t see a toilet anywhere. He'd have to ask someone.
He stopped a passing guard, but didn't dare mention the word ‘toilet’ instead he asked where he could wash his hands. The guard led him to the basin situated at the middle of the platform but a look of disappointment covered Gerold’s face when he realized there was no sign of a toilet anywhere there.
When Gerold asked him if there was a private basin on the platform that he could use, the guard guided him to a space that had the sign ‘Washroom’ hanging outside.
“Finally” he sighed as he walked inside, but to his great dismay what he saw was a room full of washbasins with no sign of a urinal anywhere. And when Gerold asked the guard if there was a place where he could ‘take care of some personal matters’ he started to get annoyed and thought Gerold was being stupid on purpose. Getting restless, Gerold asked about the train that was going to Casterville, but the guard said he didn’t know anything about it. In the end, the guard strode away, muttering about time wasters.
Gerold was now starting to get worried. According to the large clock over the arrivals board, the train should have reached the platform ten minutes ago; he was stranded in the middle of a station with a trunk he could hardly lift, a pouch full of money, and a rapidly ballooning bladder.
He wondered if he had missed the train and just as he was about to go to the ticket inspector's stand that was on the other end of the platform, he heard the distant whistle of a train approaching.
A minute later a scarlet steam engine pulled along the length of the platform that was packed with people. A sign overhead said Casterville Express, eleven O'clock.
Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd as they quickly tried to climb in and the hawkers called out in a sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.
The first few carriages were already packed with people, some hanging out of the window to talk to their families, some fighting over seats. Gerold pushed his cart down the platform in search of an empty seat. He passed a beautiful woman reading a novel and an old man drinking from a cup of tea.
He pressed on through the crowd until he found an empty compartment near the end of the train and started to shove his trunk toward the train door. He lifted it up the steps and tucked it away in a corner of the compartment.
Gerold sat down next to the window where he hoped to have some peace and quiet, and soon a whistle sounded and the people on the platform clambered onto the train and it began to move. Gerold saw the men and women waving to their loved ones, running to keep up with the train until it gathered too much speed, then they fell back and waved. He wished he had someone who would wave to him.
He watched those people disappear as the train rounded the corner. Houses flashed past the window. He felt a bit relieved to know the train was finally moving. He didn't know what he was going to but it had to be better than his life in the boring city of London.
Suddenly, the door of the compartment slid open and a young man came in.
"Anyone sitting there?" he asked, pointing at the seat opposite Gerold.
"Everywhere else is full."
Gerold shook his head and the man sat down and while they had been talking, the train had carried them out of Britson.
Around half an hour later, there was a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said, "Anything off the cart, sirs?"
Gerold requested a beer and exchanged two bronze Knuts with the woman as payment. In return, she presented him with a sizable fifty-ounce long-neck bottle crafted from durable ceramic stoneware, complete with a securely fitted rubber cork for its cap.
As the beer bottles were expensive, the cart lady had to come back after some time to collect it from him but when she came back Gerold asked for a couple of more bottles. As both the men sat talking and sharing tales from their pasts, Gerold went through a total of three hundred and twelve bottles of beer leaving the gentleman sitting across in sheer astonishment at the seemingly insurmountable quantity he could consume. Yet, for Gerold, this was a familiar tale. The pain of losing his beloved wife proved unbearable at times, and he would often seek solace in copious amounts of booze.
He was on the train for a whole day and by when it was almost time for him to get down, Gerold could feel all of it rushing into his bladder. Soon the train slowed down and finally stopped. He made his way toward the door and out onto a tiny, dark platform. The cold night air hit him at once. Then a lamp came bobbing over his head “Sir Gerold?”
He saw a bald man with mutton chops approach, "C'mon, follow me, mind yer step, now!" he said as two other men lifted the heavy trunk that Gerold had with him, while the bald man led him to a waggonette waiting outside the platform.
Gerold quickly got in and before he knew the waggonette traveled up into the mountains. Higher and higher it went, faster and faster. The mountains felt lonely at night and in the forest around them, the wolves were howling. It was a terrible sound.
Suddenly the waggonette stopped. A small carriage came down the narrow road on the right. Four black horses were pulling it, and the driver was dressed in black, with a black hat pulled down over his face.
“Where's the Englishman?” he called, “I've come from Casterville Chase!”
He looked strange, standing there in the moonlight, and suddenly Gerold felt a bit restless.
Soon they were on their way to the castle. The mountains were all around them and the moon was behind black clouds. Gerold could see nothing... but he could still hear the wolves. The horses went faster and faster over the rocks and potholes, sending waves of urine crashing onto the walls of his bladder.
"We will be reaching in five minutes' time. Leave your luggage on the carriage, it will be taken to your chamber separately," the driver said to Gerold.
Soon the carriage stopped at the edge of a great black lake. Gerold opened the door and got out. Perched atop the high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky was the vast castle of Casterville Chase with many turrets and towers.
An oarsman was waiting for him on the boat sitting in the water by the shore. Gerold stepped in and the boat moved off at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass.
Everything felt so silent as Gerold stared up at the great castle overhead.
"Head down!" the oarsman told him as the boat reached the cliff, and he bent his head and the little boat carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. He was carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle until they reached a kind of underground harbor.
A guard awaited him there and he gave a hand to Gerold to help him out of the boat, and he clambered out onto rocks and pebbles. “Welcome Sir Gerold, your presence has been long awaited,” Gerold gave a nod and a smile and he clambered up a passageway in the rock after the guard’s lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle.
He walked up a flight of stone steps with the huge Oak front door and slowly, the big door opened. A voluptuous woman stood in front of him, dressed in a long tunic with a veil to cover all but the face as a symbol of her role as a 'Bride of Christ.’ Gerold was shocked to see that the rich lady who lived in this enormous castle was a nun.
She made him a curtsey as he alighted, and said in a quaint, old-fashioned manner, "I bid you welcome to Casterville Chase, Sir Gerold, I am Mother Josephine, please come in."
He was a bit taken aback that she knew his name but then realized she must have gotten word of his arrival. He stepped into the castle and she carefully locked the door behind him. She put the key into the pocket of her habit and turned to go upstairs, following her, he passed through the fine Tudor hall, and as they climbed the staircase Gerold noticed how lithe as a she-panther she was when she went up the flight of steps. They now stood in a long hall where a wood fire burned brightly, it was a long low room, paneled in black oak, at the end of which was a large stained glass window.  
In the center of the room, was a beautifully arranged table beckoned with a delightful display of beverages. It boasted a dozen 101-ounce glass jugs filled to the brim with enticing lemonades, watermelon juice, and cranberry juice each. It was clear that preparations had been made for a grand gathering, but to Gerold's surprise, all these tempting libations were exclusively meant for him.
Mother Superior warmly invited him to take a seat and indulge in the refreshing concoctions. With a genuine smile, she expressed her intent behind the varied selection, saying, "Help yourself, Sir Gerold. I prepared each of these for you, unsure which flavor you would favor the most. So, I decided to present you with all three."
With great delight, Gerold started with a cup of cranberry juice that he found delicious, to say the least. They sat and talked by the fire and Mother Superior would herself refill Gerold’s cup when it ran empty. Her English was very good, and while they talked, he had time to look at her carefully. She had a beautiful face with a large bosom and hands that were soft and feminine.
They kept talking through the night and Mother Josephine kept Gerold’s cup full all the time, insisting fondly that he should finish the drinks she had made for him.
In no time, the jugs stood empty, and Gerold had successfully polished off a dozen jugs each of refreshing lemonade, tantalizing cranberry juice, and thirst-quenching watermelon juice all of which was now making him need to piss much more than he needed to when he got there.
It was nearly morning when they decided to retire to their chambers, and outside, the wolves were still howling. At last, she rose to go, casting a wistful look at Gerold, who sat like a man in a trance, for once his need to urinate was clean out of his mind.
The servant slowly and silently led him to his quarters before opening the door for him and wishing him a good night’s sleep.
Gerold closed the door after the man left and the only thing that he wanted to do now was take a long piss and go to sleep. He walked towards the door that seemed like the toilet as he unfastened the belt around his waist and undid the buttons on his trousers. Oh, what a long day it had been and he had so much pilsner, beer, lemonades, and juices to go through.
As he reached for the lid, however, he noticed something odd. There was a notice pasted over the lid that said in bold letters: ‘DO NOT USE.’
A sigh of anguish escaped his lips as his shoulders dropped in disappointment.  He could not believe this was happening. He had waited so long to use the toilet but to his misfortune, it was broken. Defeated, he pulled up the zipper of his trousers before slowly fastening the buttons and the belt. Beaten, he stepped out of the toilet and closed the door, his bladder greatly unrelieved.
The next morning when Gerold got up, he felt a painful strain in his bladder, but it was nothing for him to worry about as he had a bladder made of cast iron he believed and he knew he could depend on it. He dressed up quickly and stepped out to go to the dining hall only to find several pots full of Mother Josephine’s tea on the table in front of the fire. A drink that she specialized in providing in numerous varieties.
Pots full of Green tea, Black tea, White tea, Oolong tea, Herbal tea, Rooibos tea, Pu-erh tea, Chamomile tea, Peppermint tea, Jasmine tea, Matcha tea, Darjeeling tea, Ceylon tea, Sencha tea, Genmaicha tea, Ginger tea, and Hibiscus Tea beckoned with their enticing aromas and vibrant flavors sat on the table.
“Praise be to the Lord, Sir Gerold,” Mother Josephine said when she saw him, “I had been waiting for you. I've brewed a little tea for you,” she said with a warm smile as she began to pour a cup for him.
As he took the cup from her hands, Gerold suddenly felt all the liquid he had consumed the day before, he wanted to pee before drinking anymore but he did not know where “Pardon me…Mother Superior… but I was wondering if… you know a plumber who could fix the tap over the washbasin in my chambers…?”
“Oh,” Mother Josephine was a bit taken aback, not having expected such a request from her guest, “There is a plumber in the village nearby, I suppose, I will send for someone to get him here as soon as possible, Sir Gerold,” she said.
“Pardon me now, good sir, but it is time for my prayer,” she requested him “Please finish the tea kept on the table. I am afraid it will get cold soon,” she gave him a pleasant smile before she bowed her head a little in curtsey, turned around and slowly walked out of the hall.
Now that she was gone, it was Gerold alone in that great hall. Neatly arranged on the table were five pots of each of the seventeen different types of tea.
It took him some time to go through each of the 338-ounce pots of tea and by when he was done with his last cup it was almost 8 o’clock. The sun had risen bright and Gerold knew he had to get to work though he could feel that his bladder was expanding fast. He knew he would need to urinate and soon.
He slowly made his way through the empty corridors where Mother Josephine had told him he would find the library.
Before he knew it, Gerold stood in front of the grand entrance of the old and neglected library, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. He had been entrusted with the task of breathing life back into this forgotten sanctuary of knowledge. Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the heavy wooden doors and stepped inside.
As Gerold ventured further, his eyes widened at the sight that greeted him. A few steps from the door, standing proudly on sturdy stands, were three massive tuns that could hold 252 gallons of liquid each. They towered over him, each adorned with a tap at the bottom, promising refreshment in the form of water.
 Gerold marveled at their sheer size and imagined the countless gallons they held. He knew these tuns would be his companions throughout his journey, providing him sustenance during the long hours he would spend within these walls.
With a sense of purpose, Gerold shifted his attention from the tuns to the library itself. The condition of the space left him both saddened and determined. Thick layers of dust blanketed the shelves and furniture, giving the impression that time had stood still for far too long. Countless neglected books, once cherished and revered, now lay scattered on the floor, their pages torn and their bindings frayed.
Undeterred, Gerold set to work. He resolved to restore the library to its former glory, one row of books at a time. Carefully, he picked up each book, dusting off the layers of neglect and gently arranging them back onto the shelves. It was a painstaking process, but he relished every moment, knowing that he was breathing life back into these forgotten treasures of knowledge.
As the hours passed, Gerold became immersed in his task. The musty smell of old books filled the air, blending with the scent of the aging wooden shelves. With each book he placed back in its rightful place, he felt a connection to the past, to the countless readers who had sought solace and enlightenment within these very pages.
Time seemed to lose its meaning as Gerold kept drinking more and more water from the tuns and tirelessly worked his way through the rows of books. He couldn't help but marvel at the diversity of subjects and the wisdom contained within each volume. History, science, philosophy, and literature—all intermingled on the shelves, waiting to be rediscovered.
As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows through the library windows, Gerold realized how much he had accomplished. Though the task was far from complete, a sense of accomplishment welled up within him. The first two rows of books stood tall and orderly once again, a testament to his dedication and love for this ancient repository of knowledge.
With a last glance at the now empty tuns, standing silently at their place, he stepped out of the library and closed the door. Gerold knew that his journey had only just begun. He had taken the first steps in breathing life back into the forgotten library, and he was determined to ensure its restoration for the generations to come. With renewed purpose, Gerold made his way to his chambers, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead in his caretaking role.
But just when he had taken a few steps a sudden realization hit him like a ton of bricks! He had to pee, a lot!
He had gotten so immersed in his work that he had totally forgotten that his bladder needed emptying too.
Gerold's urgency to relieve himself grew with every step he took toward his room. He knew he had to hurry, but a sense of foreboding filled him as he approached the door. With a desperate push, he swung it open and rushed into the small, cramped space that served as his private toilet. To his great disappointment and immense frustration, Gerold's eyes fell upon the same sight that had greeted him last night—the "Do Not Use" sign stubbornly pasted over the lid of the toilet.
Anger welled up within him like a tidal wave. How could Mother Superior Josephine neglect his need? She had promised him a plumber, and yet the sign remained, taunting him with its mocking reminder.
Urgency fueled Gerold's fury as he stormed out of his room, determined to confront Mother Superior and demand an explanation. He marched through the quiet corridors, his footsteps echoing against the stone walls. The great hall, usually a place of solace and serenity, now held a sense of tension as Gerold entered. There, waiting for him, stood Mother Superior Josephine, her serene expression untouched by his anger.
“Oh, Sir Gerold, I had been waiting to see you all day today,” she smiled, “How is the work at the library coming along?” she asked him.
Gerold's anger momentarily faltered as confusion took its place. "Pardon me, Mother Superior," he began, his voice laced with frustration, "..but I thought you had called a plumber to fix my toilet. The 'Do Not Use' sign is still there!"
“The 'Do Not Use' sign?” Mother Josephine looked at him perplexed.
“Oh!,” a sigh escaped Gerold’s lips as he realized the grave mistake he had just committed, “I-I-I meant to say, I cannot use the washbasin yet, Mother Superior,” Gerold demanded, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Her eyes, filled with wisdom and compassion, met his gaze. "Sir Gerold, I understand your frustration. Rest assured, the matter is not forgotten." Gerold's anger softened, replaced by a mix of curiosity and anticipation.
“Oh, thank you Mother Superior, I just need some time to get used to this place,” he sighed looking at his feet.
“I understand, Sir Gerold, and I cannot thank you enough for coming this far to help me with the library, I’ll forever be grateful to you,” she said, “Now here are a few jugs of honey water and rose water for you, I hope they’ll help you get a good night’s sleep,” she offered him.
Gerold saw that in the vast room, an array of jugs stood in orderly rows, catching the little moonlight that filtered through the old glass windows. The air carried the sweet fragrance of honey water and the delicate scent of rose water, intertwining to create an enticing aroma. A meticulous count revealed the abundance before them—sixty jugs, each carefully filled to the brim, lined up with unwavering precision.
The jugs glistened, their surfaces reflecting the gentle glow of the surrounding candles. As if whispering a secret, the notes of honey water floated in the air, beckoning with their golden hue. Each jug held a generous amount of 101 ounces, their contents a testament to Mother Superior’s careful craftsmanship that went into their creation. The amber liquid sparkled like liquid sunlight, promising a taste that was both soothing and invigorating.
 Beside the jugs of honey water, an equal number of jugs stood, holding the ethereal essence of rose water. Delicate and fragrant, they exuded an aura of grace. Each vessel, too, contained 101 ounces of this floral elixir, capturing the essence of blossoms that once bloomed in the castle’s gardens.
Together, the sixty jugs formed a symphony of flavors and aromas, inviting those who beheld them to partake in their sensory delights. The honey water whispered tales of warmth and sweetness, while the rose water offered a delicate caress for the senses.
As the flickering candlelight danced upon the jugs, their combined presence created an ambiance of abundance and possibility. Whether for a moment of respite or a shared celebration, the jugs each promised an experience both indulgent and transformative.
 In this room of treasures, the jugs awaited their purpose, ready to be poured and savored. Their presence spoke of generosity, of the intention to nourish and uplift those who sought solace within these hallowed walls.
Gerold knew he had a lot to drink that night and with a smile of gratitude, he sat down at the table as Mother Josephine poured him a cup of honey water first.
They sat and talked for long and by the time Gerold had finished the last jug, it was already half past three at night.
On the third day, when he woke up, Gerold’s bladder felt like a massive boulder in his stomach but he knew it was nothing that could stop him. He quickly dressed himself and went to the hall.
Mother Superior did not come to greet him that morning, but there was a letter from her on the table.
“I have kept your morning tea on the table, furthermore I have asked the servant to refill the tuns kept in the library for your convenience. Also if you wish to go anywhere in the castle, kindly feel free to go,” it said, “but some of the rooms are locked. Do not try to go into these rooms.”
He looked around and just like it was yesterday he saw several pots full of tea on the table in front of the fire.
Each morning, Mother Josephine prepared seventeen different types of tea for him and filled five whole pots with each type of tea. Gerold knew it was a lot of liquid to process and he had no time to waste, so he quickly finished all the tea and got to work.
The second day at the library was just like the first one for Gerold, he couldn’t even tell how the time flew by but just like yesterday, as he stepped out of the library and closed the door after a long day of work, the sudden realization that he needed to urinate hit him.
When Gerold reached his room for the night, his heart sank as he discovered that the "Do Not Use" sign was still stubbornly clinging to the lid of his toilet. Frustration welled up inside him, but he made a conscious decision to keep his anger in check. Taking a deep breath, he resolved to address the issue calmly and headed towards the hall to meet Mother Josephine. As Gerold approached the grand hall, he could see her patiently waiting for him, surrounded by jugs of rosewater and honey water.
“Sir Gerold, it is good to see you,” she greeted him, “Please accept my sincerest apologies for not being able to meet you before I left this morning, I hope you enjoyed your tea?”
“Y-yes, I did,” Gerold told her, “Thank you.”
“Your welcome, Sir Gerold,” she said, “I have prepared a bit of honey water and rose water for you before you take the bed,” she said.
But Gerold had something else in mind, "M-mother Superior," he began hesitantly, "I was hoping to inquire if there is a location within the castle where a lot of water can easily pass through?"
“I-I am not sure, but why do you ask, Sir Gerold?” she inquired, rather puzzled.
“For me to take a leak,” he said half-mindedly as he looked around to find a way that could alleviate his situation.
“FOR YOU TO TAKE A WHAT?!” Mother Superior looked at him with a look of bewilderment on her face.
Gerold quickly realized the gravity of his slip-up and decided to cover the grave mistake he had just committed, he said, "I-I meant….I meant to say…., what I actually meant was that I-I… have a rather peculiar fascination with castle architecture and plumbing systems.. s-so..y-you see, I've read a few books from the library about tales of secret underground tunnels and hidden passageways within these walls and one of the books said that there was a leak somewhere in the castle…"
He tried to sound as confident as he could, hoping she would believe him. But deep within he knew he had made a grave mistake.
Mother Superior couldn't help but chuckle at Gerold's explanation. With a smile, she responded, "Sir Gerold, your enthusiasm for castle plumbing is quite unique indeed. While I cannot endorse any unauthorized expeditions, I do admire your inquisitive spirit. Perhaps, in the future, we can arrange for a guided tour of the castle's architectural wonders, minus the leak-seeking expeditions."
Gerold was mighty relieved that she believed him but he still wanted a place to release his waters.
As Mother Josephine bid Gerold goodnight, he found himself alone in the grand hall, surrounded by the soft glow of candlelight and the lingering fragrance of roses. The jugs of honey water and rose water stood on a nearby table, beckoning him to partake in their soothing elixirs.
It took him a long time to finish his drinks that night.
On the fourth day when he woke up, Gerold’s bladder had gotten so full that he could hardly sit up on his bed. For a moment he thought of telling the truth to Mother Superior and asking for her help but then he erased the thought from his mind almost immediately.
He could never muster the shamelessness needed to tell someone else that he needed to wee. He had his dignity to maintain, he wondered what she would think of him if he told her about such an indecent need. He felt disgusted for even thinking about it. He’d be forced to flee the country out of pure shame and humiliation if she ever got to know that he needed to piss.
Gerold knew that he was a man and that it was a man’s responsibility to solve his problem on his own.
So, just like the day before, Gerold dressed up and went to the dining hall to finish his tea before making his way to the library. He worked there tirelessly throughout the day while he went on to empty the three tuns of water and by the time it was night Gerold was feeling a massive need to urinate but he knew there was nowhere he could drain his enormously full bladder.
He quietly went to his chambers to look at the sign  posted on the lid of his toilet as feelings of desperation filled him, “No, I am not desperate to wee,” he told himself., “I am fine…I am fine…I am fine,” he breathed as he looked into the mirror, “I can do this.”
With a confident stride, he made his way to the dining hall where Mother Superior awaited him. They had their usual conversation before she retired for the day and he was left behind to finish his drinks for the evening.
That night when he climbed onto his bed, Gerold knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep. He just lay there, blankly staring at the ceiling for a few hours before he decided he could take it no longer. He knew he couldn’t fool himself any longer, he had to pee. A LOT! 
He carefully stepped out of his bed and then slowly tip-toed towards the door while he made sure to be as silent as he could be. With a candle in his hand, he quietly stepped out of his room to look for a toilet.
Gerold's desperation grew with each passing moment as he tiptoed through the dimly lit corridors of the castle, clutching the flickering candle in his hand. Determined to find a toilet, he opened door after door as silently as he could, only to be met with disappointment each time.
Every room he entered seemed to be something other than what he desperately sought. First, he entered a grand chamber, adorned with a large canopy bed and exquisite tapestries. Realizing it was a bed-chamber, he hurriedly closed the door and continued his quest.
Next, he stumbled upon a room with tall windows, but the moonlight filtering through the glass was not enough to illuminate his path. Although the room held a sense of tranquility, it offered no relief for his urgent need.
Undeterred and needing to urinate a lot more than before, Gerold pressed on, checking every room in his path. He explored cabinets filled with delicate porcelain and storerooms stacked with supplies.
None of these spaces offered the respite he desperately sought. Through winding staircases and hidden passages, Gerold descended into the depths of the castle, venturing into undercrofts and cellars.
The air grew colder, and the flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows on the stone walls. Yet, even in these hidden recesses, there was no sign of a toilet. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of searching, Gerold ascended to the sixth floor of the castle. His heart raced with anticipation and desperation. He approached a door with trepidation, hoping that this time, he would find the relief he had been seeking for so long. But just as he was about to open the door he heard a sound that sent chills down his spine, “What are you doing here?”
Gerold quickly turned around to see that it was Mother Superior, holding a candle in her hand.
“What are you doing here at this hour of the night, Sir Gerold?” she asked him with a certain concern in her voice.
“I-I was looking for a toilet,” Gerold confessed in fear.
“YOU WERE LOOKING FOR A WHAT?!” she looked at him with an utter sense of bafflement.
It was then that Gerold realized what a grave mistake he had committed. His mind raced as he tried to come up with a cover-up for his presence on the sixth floor of the castle in the middle of the night. He needed to think quickly to salvage the situation and avoid any suspicion from Mother Superior.
Thinking on his feet, Gerold composed himself and replied, "Mother Superior, please forgive my poorly chosen words. What I meant to say is that I was in search of the...the castle's private archives. You see, I recently came across a historical document while going through some papers in the library that mentioned a hidden chamber on the sixth floor, containing important records of the castle's past. I thought it would be prudent to investigate and ensure the preservation of these valuable documents."
Mother Superior's expression softened slightly as she listened to Gerold's explanation. "Private archives on the sixth floor? I was not aware of such records."
Gerold nodded. "Indeed, Mother Superior. These documents are said to contain rare insights into the castle's history, and I felt it was my duty as the caretaker of the library to locate and protect them."
Mother Superior regarded him thoughtfully before sighing. "Gerold, I appreciate your dedication to preserving the history of this place, but it is important to remember that it is not safe to roam around in this castle at night, you should have sought my permission before embarking on such an endeavor."
Gerold bowed his head, “You are right, Mother Superior. I apologize for my lack of judgment. I assure you that I will strictly adhere to the rules of the castle before moving forward."
Mother Josephine’s gaze softened. "Very well, Sir Gerold. I trust that you have learned from this incident …..but to be honest, at first, I thought you said you were looking for a toilet!” she let out a laugh of relief, “Pray, how embarrassing would that have been?”
Gerold blushed, feeling humiliated at her words, “No Mother Superior, not at all, please don’t say that!”
“I apologize for my words,” she said to him, “I assure you not a word of it would go out of the walls of this castle.”
“Thank you, Mother Superior, that is truly kind of you,” Gerold said before finally he retired to his chambers, and with a deeply unfulfilled need to urinate, he took the bed to sleep.
By the fifth day, his bladder was humongously swollen and aching for relief. He rubbed his thighs and bounced on his knees as he dressed for the day, “Oh, dying for a wee!” he sighed to himself in immense frustration but there was nothing he could do about it, he had no other way but act normally in front of the Mother Superior.
The day went as usual for him, with tea in the morning and water throughout the day, Gerold was beginning to lose his composure. He wondered what would happen if kept neglecting his need to empty his bladder. He did not want to think about it. It was really embarrassing for a man of his reputation and standing.
That night after having the evening drinks while talking to Mother Josephine, Gerold almost thought of asking her to let him use her toilet or at least show him a functional one but he knew that if he dare say something like that, it would be the end of his professional career.
Speaking of something that indecent would not only outrage the modesty of the woman in front of him but also lead to his banishment from the community and the church back in London.
But Gerold did not know what else to do. He was almost bursting to say it. He needed to say it more than he had needed to say anything else in his life.
He realized though that risking such a bold move was not a wise thing to do and hence he decided to try his luck another way, “Mother Superior, not to trouble you, but I was wondering if you may permit me to shift my belongings to another room?”
“Oh, but why, is there something wrong with your current bed chamber?” she asked, rather concerned.
“N-nothing much, Mother Superior, I just feel a bit bored in there,” Gerold tried to reason, “…and I hope a new bed chamber would help elevate my mood. I hope it is not too much to ask?”
“Well- I’ll have to see if there is a room readily available for your comfort,” she assured him, “Don’t worry, I’ll see what I can do for you.”  After that she took her leave, leaving Gerold behind with a lot of drinks to finish for the night and a bladder throbbing for relief.
When the morning of the sixth day came, Gerold woke up with a ray of hope, trusting Mother Superior would have found a solution to his silent problem. He dressed up quickly and made his way to the dining hall to meet her and though she was not there, to his immense surprise he found a letter waiting for him at the table.
Dear Sir Gerold,
I hope you are feeling well today. I wanted to personally address the matter you brought to my attention last night, regarding your need for a more suitable accommodation. As a guest, your comfort and well-being are of utmost importance, and I have taken immediate action to ensure your satisfaction.
I have personally instructed the servant to arrange for your belongings to be swiftly transferred to a larger and more spacious room on the fifth floor by this evening. This new room has been carefully prepared to cater to your needs, ensuring that you will not face any lack of comfort or convenience.
You will find ample space to rest, work, and attend to your daily activities. The room has been furnished with exquisite care, including a comfortable bed, a cozy sitting area, and a desk for your personal use.
Additionally, you will have access to a private washroom, well-equipped with all the necessary amenities. I understand the importance of having a peaceful and conducive environment, especially considering your responsibilities as the caretaker of our esteemed library.
It is my hope that this new accommodation will provide you with the tranquility and space you require to carry out your duties effectively. Once you have settled into your new quarters, I kindly request that you spare a few moments to meet with me in the evening. I would be delighted to discuss any further requirements or concerns you may have and to address them to the best of my abilities.
Your satisfaction is of utmost importance, and I am committed to ensuring that you feel valued and supported during your tenure here. Thank you for your patience and understanding as we strive to accommodate your needs. Please do not hesitate to reach out should you require any additional assistance or have any specific requests. I am always at your disposal to make your stay at Casterville Chase as pleasant and comfortable as possible. Wishing you a pleasant day ahead and looking forward to our conversation.
 Yours sincerely,
Mother Superior Josephine
 
Gerold was so happy that he thought he would start urinating then and there but he managed to control himself just at the right time! Oh, he couldn’t wait for the night to come!
Gerold quickly went through all the tea kept for him before starting his day of work and enthusiastically going through all three tuns of water now that he knew he could urinate freely in the evening! Oh, why didn’t he ask for Mother Superior’s help before?
That day, pangs of urgency kept hitting him one after the other as he could not stop thinking of rushing to his new room to urinate at the end of the day! How swollen his bladder had become since he had gotten here. Gerold rubbed his legs and squeezed his cock between his thighs as he fought to keep his trousers dry.
He could not imagine how much he was going to piss that night! He was so happy to think that he was finally going to spend a whole night urinating without any impediment. He almost felt ashamed of himself when he realized how much he needed to go, but he knew there was nothing else he wanted to do more.
Though he managed to finish the tuns of water kept in the library, Gerold found it difficult to work that day.
“Oh, I can’t wait to wee,” he muttered to himself as he half-mindedly flipped through the pages of a book to take his mind off his urgent need to urinate, he was so desperate in fact that he was holding the book upside down without even realizing it.
When it was finally time to close the library for the day, Gerold did not waste even a moment before he stepped out and locked the door before rushing to his new room on the fifth floor. He was so happy that he began to unfasten his belt and undo the buttons of his trousers before he had even reached his room! Not evening bothering who might see him like that.
All that mattered to him now was to piss and save his dignity and relish the explosive relief at last.  Oh, he didn’t know how he would be able to thank Mother Josephine for such help in his dire need! He’d surely have to work for her without asking for a payment for the rest of his life to repay the debt! But right now, he just needed this piss!
Gerold barged in through the door of his new bed chamber and closed it in a hurry, faster than he had ever closed any door in his life. He rushed to the toilet almost sliding his undergarment away to get his lumbering cock out for the flood that was about to come but just as he entered the toilet and reached out to lift up the toilet lid, he found a notice pasted on over it: ‘TOILET OUT OF ORDER’
The shock was so intense and unexpected that Gerold couldn’t stop a hot leak from escaping into his underwear before he quickly managed to stop the flow, he had never been this frustrated and angry in his entire life of 38 years.
He immediately looked down to check the damage and to his shock, a large wet patch the size of a watermelon had stained the right side of the crotch of his trousers.
He could not believe what he had done! If anyone came to know about this, he’d have to flee the country out of shame and embarrassment.
He quickly came out of his wet clothes and put on a dry pair of underwear and trousers before looking at himself in the toilet mirror, “You don’t need to pee….. you don’t need to pee… you don’t need to pee….” he said as he crossed his legs and gave his crotch a desperate squeeze before finally stepping out of his new room.
When he reached the dining hall, he found Mother Josephine waiting for him with a warm smile, “Oh, Sir Gerold, so good to see you,” she said, “How did you find your new room? I hope everything was according to your taste and comfort? I went in to check it myself, though I must admit I did not take into account your personal powder room, I did not think it is appropriate for a lady to step into a guest’s private area,” she said as she signaled him towards the jugs of honey and rose water.
“Y-yes, it was great,” Gerold sighed as he squeezed his thighs to maintain control. He was so angry and frustrated that he did not know what to do.
He quietly went through all the liquid for the night before retiring to his bed chamber, his bladder silently inflating to massive proportions!
That night, Gerold could not fall asleep even for a moment! He kept pacing back and forth in a desperate urgency, knowing full well that he need to urinate a lot!
Unable to contain his pressure any longer, Gerold rushed out of the room to look for a toilet in the middle of the night but to his great frustration and defeat, it was not to be found anywhere. With his cock aching for relief, Gerold came back to his room an hour later, feeling sorry for himself as he closed the door and squeezed his crotch in desperation, it was going to be a long night indeed.
When the morning of the seventh day came, Gerold could think of nothing else but his copious need to urinate. He dreaded the thought of having to drink more tea and water in his already dire state but not wanting to upset his host, Gerold decided that he had no other choice.
He drank the variety of tea kept on the table as usual while grabbing his crotch for dear life and hoped his bladder would find the room to accommodate all the liquid that was about to rush inside it.
Gerold was defeated. He squeezed his cock as he quickly made his way to the library, the dark empty corridors witness to his desperate state. He knew there was no way he could keep putting off his need to piss and he knew that he needed to find a solution and quick!
He entered the library and rushed to the ‘Anatomy and Physiology’ section where he took out the first book he could find about the ‘human urinary system’ and quickly started flipping the pages to look for a way to control his urgent need to urinate.
He went through book after book looking for the urgent solution he required for his aching bladder as he stood with his legs tightly crossed and his cock aching for a piss but each book he read told him the same thing over and over again that urination was a normal and necessary bodily need and one should not try to postpone it for long.
Gerold was frustrated, it was as if he needed to piss a lot more after reading those books but there was no solution to his dilemma. Just when he was about to give up and get to his work, his eyes went to a small green book that was covered in dust. Gerold picked it up without much hope but as he flipped through the old yellow pages he came across a topic that was of deep concern to him.
‘How to Control your Pissing’ it read in small but bold letters. Gerold couldn’t believe himself.
His eyes widened in disbelief as he read the instructions in the book and when he understood what he needed to do, he rushed out of the library and towards the apothecary's sanctum on the floor below.
Arriving swiftly at his destination, Gerold deftly located the jar of powdered cranberry, its label serving as his guide. With precision, he poured two teaspoons of the crimson powder into the mortar and pestle. In a measured sequence, he combined several teaspoons of dried Uva Ursi, a sprinkle of Buchu, a touch of dried Horsetail plant, a generous portion of Saw Palmetto and Corn Silk, as well as powdered Dandelion and Stinging Nettle. To this concoction, he added the dried Parsley and Marshmallow Root, commencing to grind the ingredients together with every ounce of strength he could muster and once he was done Gerold quickly but carefully poured the resulting mixture into a small wooden cup filled with water and drank it in a single gulp hoping it would have the intended effect and much to his surprise it immediately reduced his urge to urinate!
Gerold finally did not feel the need to cross his legs to hold his piss back! It was nothing short of a miracle! He wiped his brow and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been a close thing and Gerold was certain he would have succumbed to his urge to urinate sooner than later but fortunately, he did not need to worry about it any longer!
Needing to wee much less than before, Gerold carefully stepped out and headed straight to the library where he once again went to where he had left the small green book. He turned the pages and once again reached where he had found the method to make the miraculous potion, a sense of deep wonder and gratitude filling him.
As he went through the instructions yet again, he came across a warning written at the end of the decaying page, it read, “Once the potion is prepared you must use it cautiously for it would give you some respite but when the effect begins to wear off it will trigger massive urination.”
Gerold, having found the solution to his problem, decided not to pay much heed to the warning and decided to go about his day drinking from the tuns of water as he did his work. The potion did wonders and his need to urinate was alleviated for several hours. But just as the book had prophesized, by when the night had spread its wings, Gerold’s need to piss had returned with a vengeance.
He quickly made another cup of the potion with the remaining powder he had safely collected in a small pouch from his visit to the apothecary’s sanctum earlier in the day and as soon as he drank it, the urge to pee subsided significantly!
A look of relief washed over his face. Gerold was beginning to live his life again, and with a smile brightening his appearance, he made his way to the dining area to meet the Mother Superior but to his disappointment, she was nowhere to be seen though the jugs full of honey water and rose water waited for him as usual.
After he had finished drinking the abundant relishes, Gerold went in for a peaceful night of sleep unaware of what the next day had in store for him.
It was the morning of the eighth day when Gerold woke up with a massive need to piss but he was quick to make himself a cup of the relieving potion and his condition grew better in no time.
Though he did not want to piss that urgently anymore, he could feel all the pressure slowly building up inside his bladder
His bladder was swelling massively but Gerold knew he did not have to worry as long as he had the potion in his hand. The potion had successfully suppressed his urinary system, allowing him to maintain comfort and focus without needing to urinate.
Though what Gerold had not yet realized was that he simply had too much to drink during the day, copious amounts of tea in the morning, followed by humungous amounts of water during his work hours and an ungodly volume of refreshments at night had put his urinary system into overdrive. He could feel his bladder inflating massively but he was unbothered because of the pressure-suppressing potion he had at his disposal.
But what he failed to realize was that the potion only temporarily suppressed the urinary system and though it vastly reduced the urge to urinate, the potion had no ability to regulate the production of urine in the system.
What he hoped to be a permanent solution to his problem was only delaying his need for a short period of time.
A month passed without any further incidence and Gerold had found great success in bringing back order to the library that had previously fallen into disarray.
Their business was now finished. The Mother was satisfied with the way her library had turned out, and there was nothing to keep Gerold in Vinsylvania or at Casterville Chase, but the Mother Superior did not want him to leave. Gerold was alone with her in the castle, but he never saw her in the daytime. He only saw her at night when she came and sat with him in the dining hall. They always talked until the morning and she asked Gerold many questions about England.
“I have plans to go there myself soon,” she said. “Tell me about sending things to England by ship.” So they talked about ships and the sea, and Gerold for some strange reason thought a lot about urination during that long conversation though he never dared to mention it in front of her.
One evening the Mother said, “You must write to your London office and tell Mr. Broadworth that you'll be here for a few more months.” When Gerold heard this, he went cold. A few more months! But what could he do? He worked for Mr. Broadworth, and the Mother's business was important to him, so if the Mother Superior needed Gerold, then he had to stay. It was only later that she disclosed to him that she possessed a collection of ancient texts and manuscripts pertaining to her study of the Bible that were written in Aramaic and which required translation into a more comprehensible language and impressed with Gerold’s dedication to his work, she had decided to seek his expertise and linguistic skills to help her with the task.
Knowing this, Gerold agreed to write the letter but for some strange reason, he needed to urinate a lot while he wrote.
That evening Mother Josephine did not stay and talk with him, but before she left the dining hall, she turned to him and said, “Sir Gerold, sleep only in your bedroom. You must never fall asleep in any other room in the castle. You will be in danger if you do.”
When she left, Gerold went to his room, but he could not sleep for a minute that night. In the pitch of the dark from his window Gerold saw the Mother leave the castle, and a sense of great suspicion and misgiving crept upon him, where would she go at this hour of the night?
Gerold decided not to say about what he saw to the Mother Superior but instead focus on his work. He enjoyed the work of translating the manuscripts but nearly not as much as he liked his work of arranging and reading books.
During this time, Gerold also began noticing a diminishing impact of the potion, as it seemed less effective in alleviating his need to piss compared to its initial potency.
He thought of asking the Mother Superior to let him take his luggage and other belongings to a different room hoping he could use the facilities there but he was afraid that she might somehow find out about his closeted toileting needs.
One night when he was in his room after having taken his evening drinks of rose and honeyed water, Sir Gerold suddenly felt an immense need to urinate. His bladder felt like a boulder in his gut and suddenly he had to cross his legs tightly and squeeze his crotch in desperate need.
He quickly made himself a cup of the suppressant potion and drank it down much to his relief but still, he knew somewhere deep down that this respite was only momentary, hence, when he finally felt a lot better than before, Gerold decided to seek help from the Mother Superior.
He mustered up his courage and stepped out of his room to visit Mother Superior in the mysterious confines of her bed chambers. Uncertainty gnawed at him, casting doubts on the righteousness of his decision. The notion of trespassing into the sacred abode of a nun, especially in the late hours of the night, felt not only morally dubious but also raised concerns about disturbing her peaceful repose with his unsolicited intrusion.
Nervous, Gerold stepped forth, finding the way through the dimly lit corridors that seemed to echo with an eerie hush. Each step he took was accompanied by the weight of his trepidation. Finally, he arrived at the threshold of Mother Superior's private chambers, his heart pounding with anxiety. He took a moment to steady himself, exhaling sharply through pursed lips in an attempt to shake off his nerves, before summoning the courage to knock on the door. For what felt like an eternity, nothing happened and silence persisted.
 The stillness behind the door was unyielding, raising the possibility that she had succumbed to slumber. But just as Gerold contemplated retreating, he mustered his resolve for one final attempt. He knocked on the door with a mixture of hesitation and unease, as if bidding farewell to his hopes. And just when his hand was about to withdraw, a voice resonated from within the sanctuary of the chambers, “Sir Gerold is this you? I beg your pardon. Just one moment, please. I just came out of the bath and I'm unclothed and wet at the moment. Please give me a moment to dress myself appropriately. Please do not enter."
The picture of the wet and naked lady caused Gerold’s cock to jump to an erection like an elephant’s trunk. Oh God, he thought. How could he have a normal meeting with her, when his cock had a life of his own? Pitching a rock-hard tent through his trousers. He tried to calm down and tried to think of some boring things, like his work. Of course, it worked a little bit though he still had to pee a lot!
Several minutes later, she opened the door, covered from head to toe in a black habit with the exception of her beautiful face, “Sir Gerold, kindly accept my apologies for having kept you waiting, what brings you here at this odd hour?”
"Mother Superior, I apologize for the inconvenience but I humbly request your permission to change my room," Gerold began. "I find it difficult to sleep in my present chamber, and I was hoping for a quieter and more restful space."
Mother Superior Josephine listened attentively to Gerold's request, her expression thoughtful. After a moment of contemplation, she responded, "I understand your plight, Sir Gerold, but you must know that most of the rooms in this castle are locked and have been neglected for a very, very long time. It may not be as easy to find another suitable room for you."
Undeterred and needing to urinate a lot, Gerold persisted, his eyes earnest. "Mother Superior, I beseech you to reconsider. I am willing to wait and accommodate any inconvenience. Please, grant me this request."
 Mother Superior Josephine sighed softly, her stiffness beginning to waver. "Very well, Sir Gerold," she conceded. "I will search for a suitable room for you, but I must warn you that it might take some time. The castle is vast, and many rooms are in disrepair."
A sense of relief washed over Gerold, and he expressed his gratitude. "Thank you, Mother Josephine, for considering my request. I assure you, I am prepared to wait patiently until a suitable room can be found. Your efforts and understanding are deeply appreciated."
With a nod, Gerold took his leave from her chambers, feeling a glimmer of hope. Returning to his current room, he continued to battle his sleeplessness night, unable to find relief, but trusting that Mother Josephine would fulfill her promise.
 Days turned into a week, and Gerold's longing for a new room grew stronger with each passing night, “Oh, how long do I have to wait to take a piss…?” he sighed to himself in desperation one day, however, he remained steadfast in his patience, knowing that change takes time, especially in an old castle with limited resources.
 Despite occasional restlessness, Gerold found solace in the routines he had established, spending his days engrossed in the work of translating the manuscripts while in the library, although his need to piss would always be at the top of his mind. Then, unexpectedly, one fine morning,  when Gerold least expected it, he found a letter awaiting him in the castle's grand dining hall.
 Recognizing at once Mother Superior’s elegant handwriting, he eagerly opened it.
Dear Sir Gerold,
I write this letter today to share with you the news that after a prolonged search and meticulous evaluation to find a suitable room for you, I have discovered a room hidden within the depths of the castle, a room that has long been forgotten but holds the potential to provide you with the peaceful respite you seek.
 I feel joyous to tell you that this room has been restored to its former glory, ready to welcome you with open doors. It possesses the serenity and solitude that I believe will meet your expectations. I trust that you will find comfort within its walls, allowing you to rest and rejuvenate as you deserve. Please accept my sincere apologies for the time it took to find this solution, Sir Gerold.
Change, especially within the confines of an old castle, often requires patience and persistence. I am immensely grateful for your unwavering trust in my commitment to fulfilling your request.
I have informed the servant to assist you in transitioning to your new abode by the evening. I have instructed him to ensure your belongings are moved with the utmost care and attention. I extend my warmest wishes to you, Sir Gerold, as you embark on this new chapter in your sojourn at Casterville Chase.
May this room bring you the solace and tranquility you have sought for so long. Should you encounter any further concerns or require assistance, please do not hesitate to reach out to me. I remain at your service.
With deepest regards,
Mother Superior Josephine
 
Gerold was so overjoyed at that moment that he almost urinated in his underwear out of happiness. Pissing had never been so important to him and in his mind, he couldn’t thank the Mother Superior enough for her generous help.
He just had to somehow get through the day and make it to this new bed chambers at night for a massive piss, “Oh” he sighed as he crossed his legs and bounced on his knees thinking of how difficult it was going to be to keep his piss from coming out all day, but then he took a deep breath and told himself that he could do it. He went through his exquisite assortments of morning tea as usual and then through the three whole tuns of water kept at the library during his work, needing to urinate monstrously by late evening.
When it was time to call it a day at work, Sir Gerold in his tremendous hurry for a piss, forgot to even shut the doors of the library, even leaving his purse of coins behind!
He just wanted to wee and empty his aching bladder and nothing else. Dying for a piss, he climbed the stairs to the eighth floor where the servant had told him his new bed chamber would be. Gerold could not believe he was about to take the most relieving piss of his life! His cock was exhausted and it was time he gave it some rest.
The eighth floor was new to him and it took him a while to find his new abode but when he did, Gerold dashed into the chambers and closed the door with a massive thud before leaping towards the toilet door. He pulled it open faster than he had pulled any door in his life and jumped inside for the long piss that was going to take the whole night. He closed the door with great urgency and struggled to unfasten the belt around his aching bladder before quickly undoing the button on his trousers. He pulled the zipper down in a great hurry and pulled down his underwear in one
swift motion to let his aching cock out. But just as reached out for the lid of the toilet to lift it up and take a triumphant piss at last, he saw a notice pasted on its surface: TOILET UNDER REPAIR.
“Oh, my fucking God, no!” a desperate groan of agony escaped his lips, “Aaahh, this cannot be happening to me!”
He felt like he was about to explode then and there, but he knew he could not do such a thing. It was a matter of his dignity. So, filled with great agony and frustration, Sir Gerold half-heartedly fastened his pants and then the tight belt around his aching bladder.
His hope to finally be able to urinate had so cruelly been shattered that it left him filled with agony and frustration and anger. He did not know what to do. He did not know what to say. And he did not know who to say it to.
He simply walked out of the toilet and made himself a cup of the potion that somewhat helped him take his mind off his need to piss, after which he went down to the dining hall, carrying the weight of his unfulfilled relief.
He had never held it this long in his entire life and Gerold felt as if he was about to explode! He did not know how he would be able to face Mother Josephine while he was holding back his flood of piss.
Suddenly he then decided to go to the apothecary’s sanctum instead of the dining hall and make for himself a more potent mix of the powder he had made before to help him alleviate the pressing need.
By when he had prepared and drank the newly concocted potion, it was already an hour late and upon reaching the dining hall he saw the concern on Mother Superior’s face, “Sir Gerold? Where have you been? I was looking for you everywhere in the castle,” she asked.
“I-I-I went to the..” he blabbered, unable not think of an excuse right away but then said, “I-I w-went to the library, I-I had left something there…” he moaned in agony.
Sir Gerold quickly finished all the rose and honey water that Mother Josephine had prepared for him that evening before he bid her goodnight. There was absolutely no reserve of strength left inside him to sit around and have a chat with her when his bladder was aching so much for relief.
That night, despite his best effort, Sir Gerold urinated a lot into his underwear, leaking in long hot spurts that soaked through his trousers in no time.
Overwhelmed with fear and shame, he considered the notion of fleeing the castle immediately but then dismissed the thought from his mind.
Trembling in dread of being discovered, he found himself at a loss regarding the fate of his soaked undergarments and trousers. Thus, he hastily concealed them within a drawer, wiping himself dry before donning a fresh pair of clothes, his bladder still fuller than ever before.
A month passed after that fateful night, and Sir Gerold’s need to urinate continued to mount through leaps and bounds due to the copious amounts of liquids he drank each day and yet he found no hope of respite.
Then one ominous night, it so happened that Gerold’s bladder got so full with piss and pressure that it refused to let him take even a single step from the library back to his room.  Yet he somehow managed to reach the dining hall and finish his evening drinks of honey and rose water before going back to his chamber and locking the door tightly behind him before he took off his trousers and underwear and hurried to find a clean cloth.
After he found a large enough piece of cloth, he slowly lay down on his bed before he carefully blew into the cloth through his mouth ensuring it got warm enough to provide comfort. Then with gentle hands, he folded the cloth and placed it on his throbbing bladder.
His eyes closed shut with immense relief as he felt the warmth seep through the cloth and onto his skin and then into his distended bladder. The pain began to subside, replaced by a soothing sensation.
Gerold used the cloth with utmost care to undergo an overnight fomentation of his bursting bladder, seeking relief from the pressure caused by the excessive accumulation of liters and liters of urine.
Three months passed after that night and Mother Josephine continued to remain unaware that Gerold was struggling with a very full bladder.
Sir Gerold on the other hand was certain that sooner or later he was going to die due to an exploded bladder but what frightened him even more was the thought of everyone finding out how much he had to piss before his organ could take it no longer!
Then one night, when Sir Gerold was left aching and awake because of his need to piss, he suddenly let out a small dribble into his underwear. Terror gripped him once again but this time something told him that he was at the end of his tether, something told him that he must find a place to urinate immediately before it was too late.
Pressure and worry filled his long penis in the form of his hot piss.  He was about to unleash his flood, toilet or no toilet. Stricken with panic, Sir Gerold squeezed his cock in agony as he desperately thought of a way to relieve his aching bladder without being found out by Mother Josephine but when no other way came to his mind, he knew it was time to seek help from the only person who could help him urinate.
Bursting, Gerold rushed out of his room and paced through the empty corridors towards the Mother’s private quarters but he had to stop after every few steps to stop his piss from completely pouring out.
He let out a few quick jets of his warm urine into his underwear but he knew it was nothing compared to the indomitable flood that was about to come. Upon reaching her quarters, he banged on her door in sheer desperation, his piss inches away from leaking out uncontrollably, “Mother Superior, please open the door…” he cried out and she took a moment to respond.
When she opened the door, to her utter shock she saw Gerold standing before her with his legs tightly crossed and a hand buried deep inside his crotch, “S-sir Gerold, are you alright?” she asked, concern evident in her voice.
“I-I need the t-toilet….” he somehow found the courage to say as he fought with every fiber of his being to keep his flood at bay.
 “Excuse me?” Mother Superior looked at him in disbelief, “I am sorry, Sir Gerold but I think this is really inappropriate…” she said, placing a hand on her chest in shock.
“Aaah, I can’t wait….” Gerold groaned in agony as a massive leak happened all of a sudden but he somehow managed to cut off the flow before it showed on his trousers.
“I-I need to use t-the t-toilet, M-Mother Superior,” he wailed in desperation, unable to hide his need any longer after holding it for more than five months.
“Sir Gerold, I am not sure if I am comfortable with your request,” Mother Josephine tried to reason.
“M-mother Superior, please…” Gerold tried to beg her in a last-ditch effort to save his dignity, holding the jamb of the door for support, “I am dying…” he struggled to breathe but it was too late for him now. Urine poured out of him faster than he could have thought, he tried with all his might to cut off the flow but it was all futile. His penis simply did not have the reserve of strength left to cope with the pressure inside his bladder.
“A-aah, I am pissing!” he cried out while crossing his legs tightly as the crotch of his pants got drenched with his hot piss, “Please don’t look!” he begged Mother Josephine but she had never witnessed such a thing before and the amazement of the incident happening right in front of her left her stunned.
“Sir Gerold!” she exclaimed, “Why didn’t you tell me if you had to go to the toilet so badly?” she said as she watched the hot puddle of his piss growing aggressively under his feet.
“Oh, this is so shameful,” she said angrily, covering her mouth in disbelief at what was happening.
Her words, more than anything left Gerold broken, it was the most humiliating moment of his life.
The more he urinated, the more his dignity and sense of self-worth abandoned him. His whole career and his life were ruined.
He went on pissing for a long time as he stood there, frozen in terror and unable to move, leaving Mother Josephine baffled at the sheer volume he had in his bladder. The size of his accident was enough to tell her that he had been holding it for too long.
“I'm so ashamed to witness this, Sir Gerold,” she said once again looking at him in disgust, “I would have never thought you’d do something so inappropriate and filthy at my doorstep!”
“I-I-I am so sorry, Mother Superior,” Gerold said as he continued to wee a mighty torrent into his underwear, “P-please don’t tell anyone or my life will be over,” he begged her.
Mother Superior looked at him with a grim look of disapproval and profound disappointment.
By when it finally ended, Gerold had drenched his underwear and trousers as if he had been hit by a flood with not a dry patch left on it, leaving an enormous puddle on the corridor floor.
Though his bladder was now deflated and he felt a relief like never before, he knew his life in London and his cherished reputation as a man of dignity had crumbled to pieces.
Defeated, ashamed, and seething with anger, he retreated to the solitude of his room that night, seeking solace and contemplating the events that had just unfolded. He took off his wet trousers and soaked underwear before drying himself with a towel and putting on some dry clothes.
The next morning, when Mother Superior came to his room, she found his drenched trousers and dripping wet underwear lying on the floor. Gerold was gone, to where she did not know.
The mystery of his sudden absence weighed heavily upon her thoughts, for she recognized him as a man undeserving of such misfortune. The humiliating circumstances surrounding his departure left her pondering the depths of his untold story, wondering why did he not use the toilet before it was too late?
It was a mystery that would forever haunt the walls of Casterville Chase.

The thing about Ellen
 
Daniel’s phone rang yet again. Despite knowing he had a secretary way too many people felt it was now acceptable to call his work mobile. When those were first given out it was never meant to be like this but like everything things changed slowly and before you knew it the mobile was used far more than the office phone. Daniel slid to connect the call and put the iPhone to his ear. 
 
Today it seemed everyone wanted a piece of him and this call was no exception. For the last hour now at least, and for weeks before too, thought to a lesser extent, everything was all about the ship. It was like that thing had miraculously reappeared from nowhere despite being the biggest cruise ship ever to be in the city and the first time ever one had been used to house refugees from a war. The last year for Daniel had been all about the 1300 people who suddenly needed accommodation now despite an acute shortage of properties available and a long list of people already in need before the refugees even arrived. Now suddenly it was like a hot potato and the press were publishing stories with a countdown to the contract ending and Daniel was being pressurised from every direction. He wasn’t the only housing officer for the city but the dock happened to be in the postcode he was allocated and therefore he was deemed the man of the moment. 
 
If there’s one thing Daniel hated more than anything it was attention. Well attention from the wrong people anyway. Attention from a certain person was different, in fact attention from her was always the highlight of his day, but unfortunately this call wasn’t from Ellen Hemmingdale so Daniel continued with the call professionally and respectfully as he always did, discussing the issues of finding emergency accommodation for the 130 or so people still on board the cruise before the vessel sailed out of port. Councillors and politicians rarely understood the realities of his job but now more than ever explaining to them the finite available options verses the practicalities of the numbers and complexities of needs felt like trying to explain brain surgery to a two year old. 
 
By the end of the call Daniel had paced the room at least twenty times. He sat down on his office chair and drank the remains of his iced water. The ice had long melted but at least the glass was still cold and the water still very much drinkable. Placing the empty glass back down Daniel crossed his ankles under his table. His mouth was so dry after the phone call but drinking that glass was otherwise the worst thing he could have done ever. He always finished sharp at 5pm. Always. He always drove home the same way and arrived home no later than 5:30. He always parked the car in the garage behind the house and always had to race inside via the back door and straight to the downstairs toilet. 
 
Daniel needed privacy and living alone was perfect for that. Ever since starting high school and realising that there was always other boys in the toilets smoking, laughing, talking and  carrying on Daniel had hated public toilets of any sort. The very thought of someone else hearing him urinate made him shudder. It only came a close second to having someone know he had to pee. That was so embarrassing and unnecessary. To Daniel it seemed an infringement, a sense of vulnerability he hated and so unprofessional. He was paid to work and breaks were used to eat and drink and catch up on things not stand in front of or sit on a toilet where others might see or hear you. So what if he came home absolutely bursting or spent the drive from the office or wherever clutching himself and fidgeting for dear life. As long as he was alone in his car or house that was fine. Just never, ever, in company. 
 
Today was going to be much more of a problem though. He’d tried emailing all the relevant information ahead to the government representative. He’d outlined everything over and over by phone and he’d even tried getting his secretary to say he was busy, but nothing had worked and now Daniel felt overwhelming pressure to attend in person even though it was at 5:30pm when he would usually be home and relaxing (in more ways that one!). Daniel pushed the glass further away annoyed at himself now for drinking more when he had vowed to drink much less today in the hope he could manage his bodily needs longer than normal. He already felt a need to go and it was only 4:30. 
 
By the time Daniel was in his car and heading to the hotel his bladder was so full his suit trousers felt tight around his waist. Daniel loosened his seatbelt to try and get comfortable and wriggled in the seat. He should have been minutes from home right now and his bladder knew it. The only thing keeping him going was the knowledge that Ellen Hemmingdale would be there. It was the sort of meeting she relished and thrived on. For her seeing the people who held the purse strings and who had real power was the greatest opportunity to get her causes known. She was a fighter for the cause for sure, an outgoing, feisty woman with the curviest most beautiful body and the personality to match. 
 
Except he didn’t for a moment think she might ever seem interested in him. Who would be interested in stuffy, quiet, introverted Daniel who couldn’t even meet his own bodily needs for fear of embarrassment? 
 
The thing about Ellen was she was out of his league and not someone who seemed to need a man in her life to complete her. No Ellen was self sufficient and though she always seemed happy to be working with him Daniel assumed this was simply professional and the fact he would do anything to help her. He’d move mountains for her if he could, but confide a secret in her? Now that was way too risky a matter indeed. 
 
At least she was the first person he saw on arrival. That was one relief. Now to manage to hold back the other relief until the end of the meeting and the drive back home. Just bending over to sign in was hard enough let alone sitting through a long intense meeting full of politicians, councillors and colleagues like Ellen. Daniel smiled politely at Ellen as he stood back up before having a brief check of the reception area for a single cubicle private toilet he might need in an emergency. Not that he would ever dream of walking out such an important meeting. Since there wasn’t any visible toilet anyway that choice was not even an option any more anyway. 
 

If I really thought about it I'm sure I could come up with a bunch more (and hey, maybe I will), but here are some of the fics that spring to mind. I'll try to shine a light on some older stories, many of which are familiar to people who have been around for a long time I'm sure, but would be well worth checking out if you haven't seen them before.
 
Lunambra by Bulge_Lover was one of the stories I cut my teeth on (ten years ago, sheesh) and that one definitely stuck out to me at the time.
Mulberry Mansion by Foxlover is another story I remember reading early and coming back to again and again. I think that's one that a lot of people who have been around for a long time would also remember.
The pokemon omorashi epic by Alexxx is something I also remember very fondly but have never returned to at all. I remember it being well-recieved at the time and I can vaguely recall it having some intense moments in a good way, despite being fairly unassuming (maybe it's just my biases speaking, but from the name alone I would not have expected too much). It seems like a story that might have been lost to the ages to checking it out if it seems interesting could be a fun ride I think. Maybe. I haven't read it in ages after all.
I also have very fond memories of a lot of the old Faust writings. They're unabashedly self-indulgent in a very "2010s harem anime" kind of way but that can be a strength too for smut I think, sometimes at least.
For more recent stories (comparatively at least), End of the Line by bes31 is one I could never get out of my head for whatever reason. I still come back to that one, and I would highly recommend checking it out. Mass desperation and queues hold a lot of appeal, simply put.
Pain's stories such as The Iron Queen also stand out to me. Pain has a very unique and intense writing style and that kind of "never giving a chance to pee in an increasingly escalating scenario" is something that appeals.

I guess I’ll throw in my list. Most of these authors aren’t as active anymore. 
 
MasterXploder
Kelli
Trailrunner
Xeri The Crow (I’m assuming this is the person I’m thinking of, they used to have a different username.)
Ishigreensa
Satyr
Railgun-sama
Xx4evRockerxX
 
There’s probably more that deserve mention but that I’ve forgotten about over the over a decade I’ve been a member here  
I’m not a fan of overly sexualized characters or actual sex in general. For me to be interested in and read something, it doesn’t have to be the best or even entirely match my interests. But it does at least have to do well enough in the following criteria:
1) Writing Style - If it reads too much like a news article or a child wrote it, it breaks immersion for me. Many of the newer stories on this site don’t meet this criteria in my opinion.
2) Believability - It doesn’t have to be overly realistic, but the characters have to act reasonably. And the setting / scenarios have to be consistent with each other. 

Rexone 
Pain
Holditin 
Desperatejill 
 

You ponder your options, but are pretty sure you won't be able to wait until you get to the IDS.
"I'm going to go pee," you tell Rachel.   Rachel chuckles.
"What was that all about?" you ask.
"Oh nothing... have fun!" she says.

You've never been a fan of having to tell others you don't know that you need to pee, but you've got minimal choice here.  You push the call button and wait for an attendant to come over to you.

As you wait you both look out the window and enjoy the views as the earth gets smaller and smaller, until finally cars, houses and trees fade into unrecognizable colors.   You're snapped out of your sightseeing when a flight attendant taps you on your shoulder, "what can I do for you sir?" she asks.
The flight attendant is a beautiful young gal and you suddenly realize exactly what you're about to do as you look at her floating above you, and the person in the seat next to you.

You hesitate for a moment, then Rachel jabs you in the side.
"Could I get a pee sheath?" you ask as you look away from the flight attendant.
"Absolutely!  It's ok to be a little embarrassed, let me go get one for you."
In a moment the flight attendant returns with a small sealed bag and gives it to you.  You thank her and she goes on her way.  You undo your seat belt and begin making your way to the lavatory.  There's a line of several people waiting.
You overhear two young women ahead of you talking.
The one woman waiting in line is talking to another passenger sitting in the seat beside her.
"So this is your first time traveling intergalactically?" asks the woman standing.
"Yes," replies the gal sitting down, "and I have absolutely no intentions of using the lavatory until we get to a proper toilet situation".
"Suit yourself," replies the other woman, "I've been doing some business travel between planets so as much as I'm not a fan of it I've gotten used to it".
The conversation dies down and you and the woman are the only two in line.

"I couldn't help but over hear your conversation a few minutes ago.  What line of work are you in?" you ask the woman.
"Oh hi.   I organize the trade of ore between planets.  It's a fairly new business structure but so far it's been successful," replies the woman.
Just as you're about to ask another question the lavatory door opens and she vanishes inside.

A few minutes later the woman exits and you open the door to head inside.   Once in, you close and lock the door and examine the situation.   There are instructions on the wall as well as a hose hanging up.   You unzip your pants and pull your penis out.   After affixing the sheath to the end of the hose you unwrap the sheath around your penis much like you would extend a condom.   You turn on the suction system with the flip of the switch.   The sensation is extremely weird as you feel the tip of your penis being lighting tugged on.   It takes you a moment to release your bladder as you stand there experiencing this new situation.    You feel great relief as your bladder empties.

You finally turn off the suction system and remove the sheath from the hose, throwing it in the trash.    Since water doesn't work in zero gravity, you take a few of the sanitizing wipes and clean your hands, then put yourself back together and head back to sit down with Rachel.

"How was it?" Rachel asks throwing you a smirk.
"Different... neither good nor bad", you say.

Just then the flight attendant reaches your seats.

"What can I get you two to drink ?" she asks.

TELL THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT
A) You'll both have some coffee
B) Just some water for you
C) Nothing you're fine
D) A ginger-ale
---GLOBAL STATS----------
AVAILABLE CASH: $11,386
DIAPERS: 2
CURRENT TIME: 12:50pm
--YOU----------------------
HUNGER: 63% / Bladder: 0% / Energy: 82%
Winter Jacket = 1 / Dress Pants&Shirt = 2 / Shorts&Tank Top = 3 / Swimming Shorts = 2
--RACHEL----------------
HUNGER: 64% / Bladder: 18% / Energy: 78%
Winter Jacket = 1 / Summer Dress = 3 / Leggings & T-Shirt = 2 / Shorts&T-Shirt = 3 / Bikini = 4

I'm addicted to this thread and mmmm..too horny rn to care for some eventual negative feedback here 
Cheers let's hydrate 
 

She should train herself to be able to hold it next time, how bad it ever will get!

I think that the toilet should be occupied and that she should be forced to go back in the class room.
She has a strong, trained bladder, she should hold it!!
Can she?

She was known as the teacher with the iron bladder. She never used the bathroom during school hours, no matter how much she drank or how long she taught. She had a reputation for being strict and demanding, but also fair and passionate. Her students respected her, but also feared her wrath if they misbehaved or failed to do their homework.
She enjoyed holding her pee, feeling the pressure build up in her lower abdomen throughout the day. She liked to challenge herself, to see how long she could last without giving in to her bladder's urges. She also liked to tease her students, drinking copious amounts of water, coffee, and tea in front of them, knowing they would wonder how she could hold it all in.
She had a routine: she would pee once in the morning before leaving for school, and once in the evening after returning home. She would drink at least two liters of fluids during the day, and sometimes more if she felt adventurous. She would never use the staff bathroom, even if she had a free period or a lunch break. She would always wait until she got home, where she could enjoy a long, satisfying pee in the privacy of her own bathroom.
She had been doing this for years, and had never had an accident or a close call. Her bladder was well-trained and obedient, never leaking or spasming uncontrollably. She was confident in her ability to hold it, and proud of her endurance and self-control.
But one day, everything changed.
It was a Friday, and she had a busy schedule. She had four classes in a row, followed by a staff meeting, followed by another class, followed by an after-school club. She had no breaks in between, except for a quick lunch that she ate at her desk while grading papers. She drank her usual amount of fluids, plus an extra cup of coffee to keep her alert and energized.
By the time her last class ended, she was feeling very full and uncomfortable. Her bladder was bulging visibly under her skirt, and she had to cross her legs tightly to keep from squirming. She checked her watch and saw that she still had an hour to go before she could leave. She had promised to supervise the chess club, and she couldn't back out now.
She gathered her things and headed to the library, where the club was meeting. She hoped that sitting down would ease some of the pressure on her bladder, but it only made it worse. She felt every drop of pee pushing against her urethra, begging for release. She clenched her pelvic muscles as hard as she could, determined not to let any escape.
She tried to focus on the chess games, but it was hard to concentrate with her bladder screaming for attention. She noticed that some of the students were looking at her curiously, probably wondering why she was so fidgety and restless. She smiled and pretended that everything was fine, but inside she was panicking.
She checked her watch again and saw that only fifteen minutes had passed. She still had forty-five minutes to go before she could go home and pee. She wondered if she could make it that long without wetting herself. She wondered if she should just give up and use the staff bathroom, even though it would ruin her reputation and embarrass her in front of her students.
She decided to stick it out. She had held it longer before, and she could do it again. She told herself that it was just a matter of mind over matter, that she was stronger than her bladder, that she was not going to let a little pee defeat her.
She took a deep breath and tried to relax. She told herself that everything was going to be okay.
But it wasn't.
She felt a sudden spasm in her bladder, and before she could stop it, a squirt of pee escaped her and soaked her panties. She gasped and clamped her legs together, hoping that no one had noticed. She looked around and saw that the students were still engrossed in their chess games, oblivious to her predicament.
She felt a surge of relief, but also a surge of fear. She had just lost control of her bladder for the first time in her life, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she lost it completely. She had to get out of there, fast.
She grabbed her purse and stood up, trying to act casual. She told the students that she had to step out for a minute, and that they should keep playing until she came back. She hoped that they wouldn't notice the wet spot on her skirt, or the smell of pee in the air.
She walked as fast as she could to the staff bathroom, holding her crotch with one hand and her purse with the other. She prayed that it would be empty, and that she would make it in time.

Nurses Never Need It
The media was flooded with the news of an epidemic in the city of Aquina. Nobody knew where the virus originated from, but it certainly was a funny yet serious concern for the society. The virus was named as Pissera as it was making people incontinent by overhydrating their bodies and weakening their control at the same time. The streets were filled with people rushing to find the nearest bathroom. The city’s once-bustling businesses were now empty and deserted. The stench of urine filled the air, and people were starting to lose hope. Each toilet had become a breeding ground for the virus.
 
As the situation grew worse, the World Health Association (WHA) stepped in to take control. They dispatched a team of medical professionals to Aquina to investigate the cause of the epidemic and find a cure. The team included Doctor Eva from Czech and 4 of the strongest nurses from around the world - Emily from Netherlands, Amy from Australia, Kim from Brazil & Adele from the USA. The nurses, in particular, were supposed to be at the forefront of the battle against the epidemic, tasked with collecting urine specimens from patients and analyzing them in the lab.
 
Before they were recruited for Aquina, they would deal with so many patients in the day and ignore the urgent nature’s call. The entire gang were nominated by their countries especially for this special ability of theirs. abilities to withstand long hours of work without any trip to the bathroom. In the nurses’ community, if one can hold his/her pee it was a tremendous achievement. This group was renowned for not using any hospital bathrooms throughout their careers despite having to handle double shifts on a regular basis and maintaining on aura of strength around them. As much as they were experts at holding it for long durations, they did like to pee once in a while. It was not a demand but more of a sweet reward they gave to themselves after holding it all day. The gushers would be loud and long and nearly orgasmic. But here at Aquina, the nurses were asked to stay in residential quarters which had only one bathroom. This posed a great challenge for all of them as they didn’t like to be seen going to the bathroom for such silly bodily needs. In fact, they all used to make fun of other staff who used to take bathroom breaks.  Thus, in the residential quarters, simply rushing to the bathroom after a long day at work was NOT-AN-OPTION for them.
 
The first day of work was not so difficult but from the 2nd day of work, the girls could barely keep still. They had not taken a full pee for over a day. The taut bulges under those tight uniforms told their story . When Dr. Eva asked them whether they needed to relieve themselves, she was returned with all sorts of answers, mostly which were to impress her.
 
“Me, needing the bathroom! Never!” Said Amy.
“Fucking no! This bladder has no limits!” Adele was overconfident.
“I set the rules for my bladder. If I say no, my bladder will hold it in” Emily responded.
“Nope Doctor. I cannot function normally unless my bladder is tearing apart with pressure!” Kim exclaimed.
 
But truth be told, despite their tall claims, Adele, Emily and Amy were having second thoughts about how long they can keep up with their act. Those tiny uniforms were not designed keeping in mind a nurse’s bladder and eventually show that would be bulging obscenely. Aquina was pushing them to their limits, daily. With so many close calls and being ridiculed by each other, their days ahead were going to be very challenging. Kim and Eva thought otherwise.
 
Adele started using panty liners for those moments when her bladder simply won’t stop leaking.
Amy bought sponge bars to take just the edge of her bladder when the pressure became too much.
Emily brought some indoor plants and partially relieved herself in the pots at the exact same time, twice every day.
Kim simply forced herself to hold it till she found some privacy – which was far and few. And to her dismay, every time she sneaked into the bathroom one or the other nurse would catch her and start mocking her for having a pea sized bladder. “One day I will teach YALL a lesson on holding!”
And no one knew what Eva did to manage her pressure, since no one ever heard a flush sound coming from her priavet bathroom.
 
In other words, since the group arrived in Aquina, they had never fully emptied themselves. As much as they hated the constant discomfort and grossness, it became a matter of pride for them to keep the bathroom unused. They were willing go to any lengths to keep up with the façade of being under control, until one fateful day.
 
Scene 1: The announcement
The nurses were about to start their day when Eva hobbled in the empty hospital corridors. The sound of her footsteps echoed throughout. The nurses, Emily, Kim, Adele, and Amy were all gathered around the nurses' station. The group had a long day at work and their bladders were not fully relieved. A constant dull ache plagued their bellies.
 
Adele had run out of panty liners the previous night. The pleasure of finally letting go was so intense that she couldn’t bring herself to stop till all her stock for depleted. Fortunately for her, the pressure was still manageable in the morning.
 
Amy had a habit of waiting, even when she could actually take a pee. It finally caught up with her. The previous night she barely made it to the quarter dry and one she was in privacy, she simply failed to stop her gusher. The sponge started overflowing. It could only contain so much. She somehow managed to fall asleep only to be woken by an alarmingly full bladder. She attempted to dry off the sponge, but it remained soaked. She couldn’t get her much needed morning relief and cursed herself for being so careless. She determined herself to get some additional sponge from the hospital today.
 
Emily was no better. Her bladder begged for its scheduled relief but there was nowhere to go. She had released so much into the potted plants last night that the soil was still drenched. Clearly her lack of self-control proved to be costly in the morning. Her potted plants had still not absorbed the gusher from the previous night.
 
Kim’s bladder was hard as steel. Unlike the rest of the girls she had no secret tricks of relieving herself in private. She didn’t mind the excruciating discomfort though. She was so confident about her ability to hold even though her face had turned red with the efforts of keeping her filthy liquids contained. Every time she moved her boiling piss rushed to her pee hole.  The girls were in the living room in the morning which left her no chance to sneak into the common bathroom. She sighed at that but didn’t mind it the pressure though. She had spent her entire childhood holding it and it was her favourite sport. The rest of the girls were jealous of her and every time she would sneak into the common bathroom for a long awaited partial relief, they would roast her.
 
Back to the situation, showing weakness was not an option. Eva was pretty strict with them about their bathroom habits. To act strong in front of each other and Eva, they sipped on their cups of coffee, while chatting about the latest gossip in town. Suddenly, the door to the doctor's office swung open, and Dr. Eva stepped in, looking grave and serious.
 
"Attention everyone," she said in a solemn voice. "I have some news that I'm afraid is not going to be easy to hear." The nurses stopped chatting and turned their attention towards the doctor, wondering what was going on.
 
"I'm afraid we have a new strain of the virus," Dr. Eva continued. "And the only way to minimize the risk of infection is by holding pee, at least for 2 full days.  There is nowhere safe to pee as you would normally do." The room fell silent for a moment, as the nurses looked at each other with horror in their eyes. Their bladders were already throbbing with pressure and tiredness and now this!
 
"Like literally pee in once every two days, you mean?" Kim asked with a grin on her face.
 
"Its not a joke Kim" Dr. Eva was annoyed. "One needs to build and sustain enough pressure in their bladders for at least 2 days to fight off the virus. You cannot dehydrate or take partial pees or anything. By peeing only once or lesser in every two days, we can overcome the incubation period of the virus and reduce the chances of infection” The nurses all nodded, trying to act normally.
 
“So what I need you all to do is to talk to all the patients and ask them  to hold it for two days or longer between each pee. And parallelly, please continue to collect urine samples just in case we land up with some other break through.”
 
Doctor Eva then went to her cabin, and watched the nurses closely through the CCTV camera, observing their every move. She could tell that each one of the nurses was pretending to act normally but in reality, they were all holding it in. It was a critical moment in the fight against the virus, and she was grateful to have such an incredible team by her side. She fought her own intense urge to pee, rooting for the nurses, who were managing to carry out their responsibilities flawlessly, despite fighting the increasing discomfort of their bladders.
 
On the other hand, Adele had mixed feelings about the situation. She had always prided herself on her ability to hold it in, but the thought of peeing only once every two days sent a shiver down her spine. On top of that she wouldn’t even be able to use her panty liners. She took a deep breath and secretly put on a tight latex bodysuit underneath her tiny nurse uniform. It felt restricting, but it was the only way she could force herself to hold it. She couldn’t help but chuckle to herself, “I can’t wait to see their looks when they will find out about my intelligent idea of wearing an outfit which makes it impossible to pee.” She had to make sure that she could hold it in for the full two days, no matter what. The only problem was that the bodysuit was a little too tight for comfort. “Oh no,” she thought to herself, “this could be a problem.” But she was determined to make it work, and so she started taking small, careful steps, hoping to keep the pressure to a minimum. "I can do this,” she whispered to herself, with a determination om her face.
 
Amy could hardly contain her excitement as she thought about the challenge ahead. Her competitive nature had kicked in. Holding her pee had always been a source of secret pride for her, but now she could finally show off her skills. “Holding it for two whole days – hmmm, I guess the sponge not getting dry was a sign from the universe to hold it longer.” As she went about her day, Amy drank measured amounts of water, purposely trying to stay hydrated and yet as full as possible. Every time she felt the urge to pee, she clenched her muscles and took deep breaths, determined not to give in to the temptation. She couldn’t wait to see what the other nurses had up their sleeves.
 
Emily was nervous that she would have to break her habit of relieving herself in her potted plants, twice a day. She felt a wave of apprehension wash over her as she contemplated the task ahead. She had always prided herself on being disciplined and having control over her body, but holding her pee for two days, every time? It seemed impossible. Yet, the gravity of the situation was not lost on her. The thought of being the one to make a difference in the world, to contribute in some small way to the defeat of the virus, was too powerful to ignore. With a deep breath, she made up her mind to push past her habits and become the hero that humanity needed. She started to strategize her approach, wondering how much water she would need to drink to be able to hold it as long as possible.
 
 
Kim, on the other hand thought to herself “Its nothing that I cannot control! I will show these bitches what it means to have an iron bladder!” She did the unthinkable decided to take things up a notch and began to drink diuretics to increase the pressure. She was secretly excited about the challenge and couldn't wait to see how far she could push herself. She grinned to herself as she quickly mixed up a cocktail of diuretics in her water bottle, which she stole from the med counter. She had always loved holding her pee for as long as possible, and this challenge was right up her alley. As she took a long sip of the water, she could feel her bladder throb in protest. She didn’t even pee in the morning. The game was risky but she loved the discomfort and rush of needing to pee. She was determined to be the last one standing in this challenge, and teach the rest of the girls a fitting lesson. As she went about her work, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within her.
 
A few hours later, Doctor Eva again got back to the screen, rocking back & forth in her seat. She saw the nurses subtly squirming and managing their daily activities. But what she didn’t like was the fact that the nurses hardly drank any water ever since the announcement. She got on the mic…
 
“Just so that you remember girls, not drinking water is not a solution to beat the virus. I need you all to stick to the universal drinking plan – RIGHT NOW!” The nurses were caught off guard. Except Kim, the rest of them wanted to spread out their intake but alas! They all waddled to the pantry and started chugging water, trying to act all strong and confident. Within a matter of minutes, another litre was down their throats. Their bladders violently protested this sudden unwarranted inflow of water.
 
Scene 2: Hour Six: Bladder Measuring Machine
Kim was huffing and puffing. The diuretics and the additional stream of water raided her overworked bladder. “No no no! This can’t be good. Why is this getting so difficult! ” Her attempts to distract herself were starting to fail. “I must find out how much is exactly inside, so that I will know whether the pressure is real or is it just my mind messing with me!” Kim’s mind kept going back to the ultra-sound machine she had seen earlier in the lab. Finally, when no one was around, she snuck off to the lab and quietly checked the volume of her bladder. To her shock, the machine registered that she was already at 90% capacity – 3000ml – 16 hours. Kim started to panic. She had no idea how she was going to last for another day and a half. She cursed herself for consuming such strong diuretics.
 
As Kim came out, Adele caught her. She inquired Kim about her sudden visit to the ultra-sound lab. Kim tried to come up with some excuse but failed to stop Adele. Her eyes twinkled with excitement to see the machine. It was always her dream to measure her bladder and without giving a second though she put the sensors on her bladder bulge. She had always wanted to measure her bladder capacity, and now was her chance. Without giving it a second thought, she quickly put the sensors on her bladder bulge and eagerly awaited the results.
 
Adele couldn't help but imagine herself breaking the world record for the maximum volume inside a bladder. Her mind raced with ideas of how she would celebrate her victory, including a parade in her honour and a medal presentation ceremony. Finally, the machine beeped, and the results appeared on the screen. Adele's heart sank as she saw that her bladder was only at 50% – a meagre 1400ml – 6 hours. She couldn't believe it! She had been holding it in for hours, and it felt like there was a lot inside her bladder.
 
Feeling disappointed and a little embarrassed, Adele quickly left the lab and went back to her duties as a nurse. As she walked through the halls, she couldn't help but wonder how the other nurses were faring in their attempts to hold their pee. She knew one thing for sure, though – she was not going to let this defeat her. “If I’m only at 50% now, it means I can actually go up to a whopping 2800ml.” That thought alone left her salivating. She would keep trying and pushing herself to be the best pee holder she could be.
 
“Where were you guys up to? A few patients need help.” Emily squirmed. It was clear that counselling the patients about holding, collecting urine samples, and listening to the sound of the flush was not exactly an easy task when your bladder is crying for relief. She had never been one to take her bathroom breaks lightly - always made it a point to relieve herself in her pots, exactly the same time every day, without fail. But today was different. Today onwards she could only pee only once every two days.
 
Kim tried to stop Adele from talking about the bladder measuring ultrasound machine, but she simply ignored Kim and spilled the beans to Emily. “Kim, you don’t get to tell me what to do!”
 
Emily at once ran to the empty ultrasound room at once. Her heart raced with anticipation. She had never seen anything like it before, and the prospect of measuring her bladder fullness was both exciting and terrifying. With shaking hands, she placed the sensors on her bulging bladder and waited anxiously for the results. When they finally appeared on the screen, her jaw dropped in shock. "70% - 2100ml – 6 hours" she exclaimed in disbelief. "How is that even possible?! How the fuck am I going to last for two whole days?”
 
Kim and Adele watched Emily curse herself. “Come on, Emily! Don’t feel bad. You’re holding quite a full bladder. Though its nowhere close to my capacity.” Adele mocked her. Truth be told each nurse wanted to know how each of one of them were holding up, perhaps except Kim.
 
“O really Adele? You still think you can beat my tank?” Kim interrupted “Y’all make my fun when I try to use the toilet… now you know how it feels to be at limits.” What followed thereafter was a heated argument. Each one was determined to prove the rest about their prowess.
 
Scene 3: Hour Ten: Amy’s Masterplan
Amy was shifting her weight from one leg to the other. “If this drinking regime, continues for a few more hours, I am literally going to pee myself”, she thought to herself, giving a quick squeeze to her crotch. “I must devise a plan and make sure that the other three lose their loads before I do.” Just then Amy happened to overhear the argument of Kim, Emily and Adele coming from the ultra-sound room. A devilish plot occurred to her, and Amy sneaked into the medical counter. She looked from one side to the other and quietly stole tablets called “Openthra”. Her heart was racing as she poured them in the coffee machine mixer. “These pills will wreak havoc on their bladder with a tsunami of pee and destroy their control!”, she greedily laughed.
 
An hour later, during the break time, all the trio arrived at the nurse station and poured themselves tall mugs of coffee, giving each other a knowing look. The atmosphere was tense and soon the mugs were empty. Kim, Emily and Adele had no clue what just happened with them.
 
Amy couldn't help but grin as her plan was put to motion. She made her way to the ultrasound machine and put the sensors on her bladder bulge. As the numbers flashed on the screen, Amy's eyes widened in shock. It read 75% capacity – 2700ml – 10 hours. She nearly jumped with glee, only to stop within a second, when her bladder angrily protested. Her bladder was uncomfortably full but still under her control. Thankfully for her, her cunning plan put her on fast track to win the competition. For the first time she felt that she could survive without using the sponge.
 
Back at the nurse station, Kim, and Adele were catastrophically desperate now. Their muscles were quivering. Hot frothing piss was pushing down their urethral opening like an overflowing dam. There was something wrong they sensed and went to Dr. Eva. “Help us” they wept to Eva, who herself was in a dire situation. The moment was tense and Eva, who herself was visibly shaking, hinted the girls to follow her to the ultrasound room. The machine there still had the Amy’s stats on the screen, which they were surprised to see. One by one they all used the machine and recorded the stats on a piece of paper.
 
 
Capacity used by 6pm
Volume holding
No. of hours since last pee
Kim
95%
3200
20
Amy
75%
2700
10
Adele
85%
2400
10
Emily
80%
2400
10
Eva
90%
2700
22
 
“How is it possible?!” Eva was perplexed looking at the various charts in the machine. “Our bladders have filled in so rapidly in just the past few hours and yet its only Amy who is below 80%. Strange!”
 
“Wh-what is it doctor? We are so close to wet ourselves here!” Emily was strained.
“Is it the virus, doc?” Kim asked with teary eyes.
“N-No! Its not the virus. It does not act so fast. Things like this only happen if we consume a very strong diuretic” Eva couldn’t stand still. “Did you all drink anything in the past hour or so?”
“Coffee” They all said in a chorus.
“Me too!” Eva quickly got her mobile and scrolled through the CCTV footage of the coffee machine. And BAM! “Amy – Amy mixed something in the coffee machine mixer!”
“What the fuck! Should we confront her? This is cheating!” Emily yelled. Her voice shaky.
“Y’all wanna do it – Go ahead!” Kim tried to straighten up. “I am not going to give that bitch Amy any satisfaction about giving me a tough time.”
 
“I think she is right!” Eva nodded. She instructed Kim, Adele and Emily to keep mum. Instead, she encouraged them to fight their needs and cork it in like TRUE NURSES! All the girls including Eva had never felt such an intense need to pee. Feeling the sensation of their bladders growing was weird, funny, arousing – all at the same time.
 
Scene 4: Hour Twelve: Bombarding with Beer
It was 8 in the evening and the last patient just left from the hospital. The nurses and Eva gathered at the nurse station. The bulge in each one’s bladder strained their already tight uniforms to its limits. The zip, the buttons, the seams – all were fighting to keep their swollen organ covered.
 
“Long day girls, isn’t it?” Eva started.
“Yeah! Long but easy!” Kim patted her bladder vigorously, sending shockwaves through her body. She suppressed it merely by gritting her teeth and clenching her muscles with all her might.
“I agree!” Adele added, uncrossing her legs. She was followed by Emily who poured herself a tall glass of milkshake from the same machine.
 
Amy raised her brows. “This wasn’t a part of the plan. How are they still so calm, by this time they should have formed a puddle under their feet.” All the 4 girls acted bravely as if nothing happened to them, while in reality they were hanging by a thread. Their bladders were near their capacity already and not even one day had passed.
 
“I hope you all are doing fine with the new rule of peeing only once every 2 days!” Eva announced trying to force a smile. Her face red with the efforts. “Amy – you look concerned – what happened?” Amy realized that all the eyes were on her. “Are you all right? Please tell me you don’t need to pee yet.”
 
“Oh no! Not at all!” Amy was blushing furiously.
Eva, however, had a different idea of punishing Amy. "You know what we should do? We should go beer hopping. Push ourselves to our absolute limits."
Amy raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that, Eva? You might not be able to handle it."
Eva grinned. "Oh, I can handle it my dear. Can you?"
 
Adele cleared her throat, trying to sound confident. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm still holding strong." Emily nodded in agreement. "Me too. I'm not going to let my bladder win." Kim shifted in her seat, her face turning red. "I can hold it. No problem."
 
“Great! Lets get going. The bills on me!” Eva announced. Her bladder nearly erupting the flood in her tight undies.
“It might not be the best idea at this moment” Amy tried to protest again.
 
“Jeez! Aquina is the Beer capital of the world, and we haven’t taken a single night off. THIS IS AN ORDER!” Eva glared at all. Kim literally pulled Amy out of her seat, and they all began. The girls had squeezed themselves into the tightest of sexy club dresses and highest of heels, before starting the trip. The next few hours were an epitome of glamour and peak of bladder torture - combined. People were envious of the gang, who were chugging pints after pints without a care in the world. Others around them were either pissing themselves or making a beeline for the bathrooms. From each pub to the next the amount of beer entering their bladders kept on rising. With seemingly last reserves of their strength the girls steeled themselves to strut around. Amy who was struggling to keep up with the pace of the girls failed to understand how the town was not flooded with their piss yet. With sweaty bodies, gritted teeth, and cramping muscles they spent the evening hopping from pub to pub. drinking pint after pint of beer.
 
Eva, known for her love of beer, was the 2nd most desperate of the group. She had a habit of drinking multiple pints of beer and holding her pee for the entire night. This time was different, though. She had been fighting with tooth and nail to avoid peeing ever since she was deputed to Aquina. Her bladder was over-worked, and sphincter was weakening by the minute thanks to the diuretics and her greed for chilled beer. Every sip of beer was followed by an intense spasm and a minute of clenching herself to not allow a drop of relief. She was determined to keep up with the girls and show that she was their true leader who practices what she preaches, especially to Amy. As they hopped from one pub to another, Eva’s desperation had reached levels which she had never experienced before. She tried to distract herself with conversation and laughter, but her mind kept wandering back to her bladder. Every muscle below her hips were burning as if she was doing a high intensity training. She lost count of the number of pints she was downing to keep up with the girls. She too had her limits and as they moved from one pub to the next, Eva’s body started to betray her. She started squirming in her seat, crossing, and uncrossing her legs, and shifting from side to side. Emily noticed her discomfort and whispered to her, “Are you okay, Eva?”
 
Eva quickly replied, “Of course, why wouldn’t I be? I’m just enjoying myself.” She flicked her hair behind her hair with a trembling hand. Her body unable to stop rocking back and forth. “Gosh! My bladder is surely going to explode inside me today!” she could feel her bladder on the verge of giving in, but she still refused to be the first one to break. The others could see the struggle written all over her face.
 
Emily didn’t believe Eva, but she didn’t push the issue. She was in the same boat as Eva, after all. After Amy's heinous act of spiking her drinks with diuretics, Emily’s bladder felt as though it was being filled like a balloon stuck against an open tap. With a strained expression, she tried to appear nonchalant by keeping her hands rested firmly on the table. However, the tension in her tightly crossed thighs could have easily cracked a walnut. With gritted teeth, she silently repeated to herself, "Hold it - Hold it - Hold it." She was determined not to give Amy the satisfaction of breaking her first. As the group stumbled from pub to pub, she found herself taking short halting steps as she fought the urge to pee. Her competitive nature refused to allow her to be the first to cave and admit her need to pee. She prided herself on being a self-disciplinarian, always striving to prove herself as the best at everything. So, despite the strong frantic signals from her bladder, she kept her lips tightly sealed and struggled to maintain her composure. Every muscle in her body screamed out for release, but she held firm, determined to prove her mettle, and come out on top.
 
Adele’s boobs were popping out of the tiny cups of her latex bodysuit, but she paid no heed to it. For her, all that mattered was to not pee herself, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for her. Her bladder was screaming for relief, and she could feel pee rushing to her pee hole with more and more force after every gulp of beer. Her tight latex bodysuit was squeezing her bladder to an inch of its life and her 6” heels didn’t exactly make her life any easier. Each step sent tremors of pain to her bladder. As they walked from pub to pub, Adele was feeling more and more frantic for a pee, but she didn’t let that show on her face. She walked with small, tentative steps and crossed her legs as much as possible. Every time they entered a new pub, her eyes automatically fell on the sign of the toilets. She bit her lips and imagined how blissful it would feel to let go of a few drops. But instead, all she kept doing was “Get me one more pint!”
 
Kim was dying a thousand deaths every second. She minced with pain as she downed 9th pint of beer. The ribs of her corset were bent outwards. Her bladder simply refused to stay confined anymore and demanded more room. “Just co-operate you spoilt brat!” She cursed her bladder for not letting her enjoy the beers. She clenched herself harder and decided to punish her bladder for not obeying her command to hold her piss. “So, what if I had a double dose of diuretic – you still need to hold it in till I say otherwise.”
 
With every ounce of her core strength, she uncrossed her legs, straightened up and brough her hand back onto the table. The words which came out of her mouth shocked everyone, “One beer tower for me!” That statement alone was enough to prove to all the girls around the table that Kim meant business. The next half an hour the girls watched Kim down the entire tower herself without a single whimper of discomfort. The vein of her forehead could pop any time, such was the intensity of the strain Kim was subjecting herself to. Her bladder swelled by the minute breaking the buckle on her corset sending it flying across the room.
 
“WHERE THE FUCK IS ALL THAT BEER GOING!” Amy exclaimed in frustration.
“To my bladder where it will stay as long as I want.” Kim said coldly as if challenging Amy to do the same.
“I don’t believe you – I don’t believe any of you” Amy’s voice was shaking in desperation. “How are you still holding it? You should have peed hours ago.” She couldn’t pretend to be comfortable anymore and her hands flew down to her crotch.
The rest of the girls looked at each other knowingly.
“And why would you say that?” Adele questioned. “Do you think we are not strong enough to hold?”
“Or you are ashamed that you are unable to contain just a few cans of beer when we are clearly drinking way more than you can catch up?” Emily was fuming.
“I . .”
“Answer the damn thing!” Eva pounded the table with her fist.
“I poured an entire bottle of Openthra diuretics in the coffee machine! You all have peed secretly sometime when I must not have been there!” Amy immediately covered her mouth, realizing what she blurted out.
“There we go!” Kim added, trying to keep her voice stable.
 
“You just put the fate of Aquina out of the window for your petty – selfish gains! And yet look at us girls, despite knowing that you cheated on us, we kept on with the drama that none of us knew. We downed nearly a drum of beer each throughout the evening and yet not a drop has escaped! Your puny diuretics are not strong enough to thwart us from saving Aquina. That’s the power of a TRUE NURSE!” Eva angrily said. “If you have any saving grace or shame – you may leave or you may tank up on these Openthra pills show up at the hospital tomorrow without any relief if you can!” Soon after the nurses left the pub leaving Amy behind. She felt humiliated. Her selfishness proved costly to her.
 
Scene 5: Hour Twenty – The Long Night of Eva
Eva returned to her quarters after the dramatic evening of pub hopping. Her bladder was full to the brim, but using the bathroom was out of option. Not only could she risk catching the virus, but it would defeat the whole purpose of the show-down with Amy. Eva silently slipped out of her sweaty clothes and entered into her bed. She hoped that lying down would release some of the pressure, but the opposite happened. She yelped in pain as her bladder shot a nasty spasm trying to force out all the beer piss from her body. However, the moment she lay down, the pressure intensified, and she knew that she had to hold it in for the entire night. She bit her pillow in sheer despair and shoved her hands in her bladder.
 
Eva tried to focus her thoughts on anything but her bladder, but it was impossible. Her bladder had trapped. The AC in her room was on full blast and the door of her bathroom was open. Unlike the nurses, doctors had their own private quarter with an attached bathroom. The way she lied on the bed, the white porcelain bowl was right in front of her eyes. “God! Help me! If I move I will wet myself!” Eva suffered in silence forcing herself to endure the night looking at the toilet, freezing herself under the AC.
 
Eva started to mumble to herself, trying to keep her spirits up. “You can do this, Eva. You’re a strong girl. You can hold it in. You’re not going to give up.” She repeated this mantra over and over again, trying to motivate herself to keep going.
 
Scene 6: Hour Twenty – The Long Night of Kim
Kim was clawing the walls in desperation. As soon as she stumbled into her room, all her pretence of being normal was gone. Her heels came off and she tore away the remainder of her ribbed corset and her clingy rubber dress.  She moaned in pain and her breathing became erratic when she looked at her grotesquely bulging bladder. Right from the apex of her navel till the crotch, the bulge protruded for a good few inches. Others would call her crazy but there was no other girl in the world who could come close to her when it came to her addiction to holding.
 
“With all that beer I am sure my body will dehydrate.” Kim thought to herself. Before her body could prepare she waddled to the kitchen and downed half a gallon of water without any thoughts. What came next, nearly knocked her out. This additional water hit her bladder like a freight train, forcing herself to nearly squat down. She pursed her lips and held her breath immediately to avoid the imminent flooding. She was curled on the floor for the longest time. Her bladder refused to stop spasming and cramping but Kim was resolute. At one point in time, she practically crawled to her bed. The minutes turned into hours, and the pressure in her bladder continued to worsen. Her lower belly, back and legs all were hurting. Kim was now beyond frantic, and she felt like she was going to burst. “I can’t take it anymore,” she whispered, reaching for her phone. She opened the group chat and typed, “I think I’m going to lose it.” But right before she hit send she paused.
 
That one message could destroy her entire reputation. She had not come this far only to accept defeat “What was I thinking! How could I even. .” Kim was furious on her inability to stay composed. With a swift motion she turned and slammed her bladder against the bed. She was feeling frustrated and angry at herself for allowing her bladder to take control “I – MUST NOT - - -PEEEEE” Kim’s eyes welled up with the pain, but it was decided that to teach her bladder a lesson she would sleep on her belly for the rest of the night. “Strong nurses don’t pee! Strong nurses don’t pee” She kept chanting the mantra.
 
Scene 7: Hour Twenty – The Long Night of Emily and Adele
Emily and Adele stumbled into their apartment, giggling uncontrollably. Their bladders were stretched to the limit, and they both knew that they were on the verge of losing control. The bathroom was so close, yet so far away. They both hesitated, knowing that once they let go, they would never be able to stop. Emily leaned against the wall; her eyes squeezed shut. She groaned as another wave of pressure hit her. "Oh god, Adele," she muttered. "I don't think I can hold it much longer."
 
Adele clutched her stomach and laughed nervously. "I know, Em. Me too. But we have to. We can't give up now. We've held it all day, we must hold it. It’s just a matter of one more day."
 
Emily nodded, her hands shaking as she clutched her crotch. "You're right. We've come this far. We can't let Amy win. We can’t let that virus win."
 
Adele's face twisted into a scowl at the mention of Amy's name. "That little cheat," she growled. "I can't believe she spiked our drinks like that."
 
Emily rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I’m glad that we all put her to place. For now, we need to focus on holding it."
 
The two girls stumbled towards the couch and collapsed onto it, their legs crossed like a pretzel. Their bodies shuddered and within a blink of an eye the pressure started to build up again. Their bladder needed room to expand, which was virtually not available in their petite frames. Emily squirmed on the couch, her thighs trembling. "Oh god, Adele, I don’t want to pee. Please help me!"  Adele patted her Emily’s shoulder sympathetically. "I know, Em. Me too. But we can't give up now. We're in this together." Little did the girls realize that unknowingly the pressure in their bladders turned them into friends from foes. Emily nodded; her teeth clenched. "Right. Together. We can do this."
 
A new pack of panty liners which arrived from delivery and the potted plant were right in front of their eyes. Their secret tool to relief was – RIGHT THERE! “You know! All this time in Aquina, I have never ever fully emptied my bladder. I had a secret method to take the edge off my bladder!” Emily whispered. Her legs were shaking, and body drenched in sweat. Adele could feel her heartbeat rising. It was like they show in the movies, where a hero knows she is about to die, and they divulge their deepest secret to her friend. “No! I don’t want to listen to it.”
 
“My body simply can’t contain any more. It – I want to hold it but” Emily pulled her tight skirt down to reveal a coin sized spot on her tight undies. Adele contorted her face merely looking at it. “Please – don’t” Adele’s hands suddenly flew down to her crotch. She hid her face in shame and suddenly started groaning. “No no no!” The next moment a drop of pee escaped from her vagina. But unlike Emily, it didn’t show up as a wet spot thanks to the latex bodysuit she wore underneath.
 
“I am so tempted to ease myself in that pot of plant” Emily wept. “But we can’t – We must not.” Adele said clutching the pack of panty liners. Both of them were using all their strengths to hold the piss inside but just then the alarm rang on Emily’s phone startling the duo. It was so abrupt that they both lost a few more spurts of pee in their tight underwears.
 
Scene 8: The Finale
The morning was excruciating. Emily & Adele were just a breath or two away from a full blow accident. Eva woke up with bloodshot eyes and Kim’s whole body seemed to be on pins and needles. The group had subjected their bladders to impossible tortures. That they were still dry was a miracle in itself. Being in this profession they had learnt to put their bodily needs to the backburner but today it seemed impossible to even breath without risking a full blown accident.
 
Eva, Adele, Emily and Kim stumbled through the hospital doors, their faces twisted with pain and desperation. Their bladders were swollen beyond belief, and they could hardly move without whimpering. Each of them had been holding it for over 24 hours, and the amount of pee they all had corked up was unbelievable. Their uniforms threatened were stretched to the seams. But they were determined not to give in and pee before at least another 24 hours.
 
As they made their way to the waiting room, they were surprised to see Amy sitting there, looking guilty and anxious. Eva approached her with a scowl, her eyes blazing with fury.
 
"I hope you downed all the Openthra, Amy?" she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper. Amy hung her head in shame, "I'm so sorry, guys," she whimpered. "But right now - I - I am bursting just like you all. I too consumed Openthra pills just like you guys asked."
 
The other girls were taken aback by Amy's confession. It was a surprise to them that Amy had put herself through the same ordeal. But their competitive spirits were still strong, and they wanted to prove who was the strongest among them.
 
Adele, who had been quiet until now, spoke up. "I don't care who did what, but I know that I can hold it better than any of you," she said, her eyes glinting with determination. "I've been holding it for so long now, and I'm not about to give up now." Emily snorted. "Please, Adele, we all know that I can hold it the longest," she said, her voice dripping with confidence. "I've been training for this my whole life, and I'm not about to let you beat me now." Their drama was just so good and they cleverly tried to divert their attention away from their little secret of leaking earlier.
 
Kim rolled her eyes. "You guys are ridiculous," she said, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I'm pretty sure that I can hold it longer than both of you combined. And why should we believe Amy anyway?"
 
Eva grinned, her competitive spirit igniting. "Oh, I know," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Let's measure how much each of us are actually holding. That will tell us all if Amy is telling the truth or not. Follow me to the ultra-sound room.” The girls followed Eva to the hospital's ultra-sound room, their steps slow and hesitant. They were all at their breaking point, and the thought of measuring their bladder capacities was daunting. But they were determined to see who was the strongest among them.
 
As they approached the machine, Eva gave them each a sly grin. "Alright ladies, let's see who's been holding it in the most" she said, her voice laced with excitement.  One by one, they stepped up to the machine and pressed the button, wincing as it tried to measure their bladder capacity. However, to their utter dismay, the machine failed to read. Apparently the girls bladder contained so much pee that it crossed the threshold of the machine. The girls looked at each other in disbelief in annoyance. They couldn't believe they had reached such a point of desperation that the machine could break down.
 
Adele spoke up, her voice shaky with desperation. "What do we do now? How do we know if Amy is not lying?" she said, her eyes pleading with the others for a solution. Emily's face was twisted with pain, but she refused to give up. "We'll just have to find another way to measure who's holding it the longest," she said, her voice strained. They gave each other a knowing look. Since their seals got broken earlier in the morning their bladder was in overdrive to push out the liters of piss contained within.
 
"I have an idea! We have a few prototypes ultra-sound belts in the hospitals, which when tied around the waist can measure all our bladders. The only problem being it emits strong pulse waves which can be a bit ‘Uncomfortable’ at times.” Eva forced a smile on her face.
 
Kim, “Bring it on! My bladder can take anything. I can’t wait to find out how much is there inside me!”
 
Eva waddled to the storage room to fetch the prototype ultrasound belts, while the other girls waited anxiously. They all were fighting a losing battle against their overworked bladders. When Eva returned, she handed each of them a belt and helped them strap it around their waist. All they had to do then was press a button and the belt would automatically grip itself around. As soon as they pressed the button, the belts started vibrating, with a typical buzzing sound. With each passing second the belts became more and more constrictive. It could put Victorian tight-laced corset to shame. The girls winced with pain when the tightening stopped. All of them were nearly squatting down on the floor with legs double crossed. But that was not all. A green light suddenly came up on the belt and all hell broke loose.
 
“DOOOM – DOOOM – DOOOM” Gigantic pulse waves started coming from the belt hitting right at the apex of their swollen, sensitive bladders. Each wave felt like a hammer. Adele and Emily were at the verge of losing it. They looked at Eva with the hopes of some help, but she was fighting her own battle. They crawled to the instruction manual.
 
“The ultra-sound belt will release sound waves till it can correctly read the volume inside the organ. If you feel that the belt is not tightened properly use the red button. Please note: The more the volume inside the longer it will take and stronger the waves.”
 
Adele and Emily could not believe the instructions. The belt did not show any readings yet and the sound waves relentlessly hit their bladders. All the water, beer, coffee and juices  that they had been downing without a thought was compressed to an inch of its life inside their bladders and now they had to endure the maniacal belt. The pressure was unbearable. Adele and Emily tightly grabbed each other’s hand showing their support to each other.
 
“Let-Let’s get to work!” Eva announced much to the horror of everyone. “We are nurses – we cannot afford to fall weak.”
 
Kim and Amy nodded in agreement and proceeded to their wards, their faces were twisted with pain and body arched forward. Eva’s legs wobbled as if they were made of Jell-O. All the patients in the hospital were in awe of the team’s determination to hold on. However, the non-stop waves of pee sloshing inside had slowed them down. The minutes ticked by, and the waves continued to hit them mercilessly, causing their bladders to ache with intensity. They gritted their teeth, trying to focus on anything but the pain. Their hair stuck to their forehead and uniforms clung to their bodies. Each second seemed like an eternity. Two slow hours passed – the girls were fighting their bladders on sheer willpower. Every fibre in their body was angry and trying to expel the hot piss inside.
 
Emily and Adele cried out for help. They had been leaking since morning and they were exhausted beyond belief. The rest of the girls rushed to the ward as fast as they could and escorted the duo to privacy. Both Adele and Emily’s belts were vibrating incessantly now and throwing beeps. Their belts were now shooting sound waves without any intervals suggesting that both the girls were at their breaking point. As the girls took a seat few numbers finally appeared on the screen.
 
 
Capacity used by 6pm
Volume holding
No. of hours since last pee
Adele
115%
3300
29
Emily
120%
3600
29
 
All the girls except Kim, marvelled at the numbers. They patted and congratulated Adele and Emily for truly pushing themselves to their limits. They barely nodded and quickly tried to undo the belt. And that was their undoing – the belt released and final wave onto their bladders - “DOOOOOOMMMMM”
 
It was the final nail in the coffin. The dam cracked. The bomb exploded. Both Emily and Adele’s floodgates burst open one after the other in quick succession. Their already patched underwears were not strong enough to withstand the force of the piss coming out of their vagina. They clasped their crotch as tightly as they could. Tears fell from their eyes and their faces turned red as a tomato. Their muscles had no more strength left. For the first time in all these months hot frothing piss was flowing freely out of their bladders with full force. The stream was half an inch thick and formed a huge, combined puzzle under them. The sound of piss splattering on the floor could be heard down the entire corridor as if someone had left a tap open. The gusher kept coming minute after minute. Their bladders contracted with all its might trying to push out everything at once. The duo was convulsing with pleasure and pain all at the same time. Their eyes had rolled up and they moaned with relief and pleasure, which people could have easily mistaken for something else.
 
Eva and Amy could not stand the sight anymore. All the commotion on top of the gut-wrenching waves from the belt was making them go weak in knees. They rushed out of the room with hands glued to their crotch. But the damage was already done. Their belts too had started shooting waves with more intensity and stronger though the lights on their belt was yet to come on. They knew their end was near.
 
“I – I won’t give up!” Eva muttered to herself.
“Neither will I – I am the strongest” Amy whispered to herself.
 
In the meantime, Kim emerged from the room after helping Adele and Emily to clean up. She was drenched in sweat. Her uniform was starting to tear, and the bulge of her bladder was peeking from underneath despite the clinching belt. Her face was contorted as if she was forcing herself to not breath. She was under tremendous pressure. Her body was working on overdrive to contain a lake of piss.
 
“Looks like someone is going to wet herself.” Amy took a dig at Kim.
“Says the girl who spiked our drinks.” Kim glared at Amy. “We never should have trusted you to come back. You never truly learned last evening!”
“Hey! I too popped in Openthra myself just to appease you guys isn’t that enough?”
“Too bad for you. Even after your cunning act I am the only girl who is alone holding 50 hour’s worth off piss” Kim said pointing at the large screen on her belt.
“Not anymore!” Amy suddenly lost her cool and she pressed the dreaded red button on Kim’s belt, causing it to tighten further.
 
“No don’t do it! She’s our only chance against the virus!” Eva was horrified and she tried to stop the girls from quarrelling. In the process, Amy’s elbow hit her bladder hard causing Eva to fall on her belly and hitting the red button. As Amy turned back, Kim pressed the red button on Amy’s belt. Within seconds, the entire hospital corridor was filled with noise of the trio screaming and yelling. Not as much on each other as much as because of their bladders being crushed by the belt’s ruthless tightness. The belt started throwing all sorts of lights and sounds indicating that it was going into hyper-drive. They only had seconds to understand what was happening, but it was already too late.
 
“DOOOOOM!” The belts exploded with the strongest of waves. Waves which could shatter glasses literally. Their time had come. The best defenders on the earth against the Pissera virus were having an embarrassing failure because of their craziness and impatience. Their belts were showing the numbers which they could barely focus on.
 
 
Capacity used by 6pm
Volume holding
No. of hours since last pee
Eva
145%
4350
30
Amy
115%
4200
30
Kim
150%
4800
50
 
Eva was the first one to break. “Noooooo!!!”, she cried. Unfortunately her bladder wouldn’t stand any of her nonsense any more. It had enough. She curled on the floor grabbing herself. She used every trick available in her book to prevent the outburst, but alas. A strong spurt escaped first. That was the first irresistible taste of relief. Then came another one. As much as she tried to hold it, these jets of piss gave her ecstatic pleasure. After the few spurts, she simply couldn’t resist it anymore. Eva, the leader of the group finally gave in to the orchestra of pee-gasmic pleasure. A strong, almost straight jet of transparent piss erupted from Eva’s vagina flying across the corridor hitting Amy’s ankles who stood opposite to her. There was splattering everywhere. Relief washed Eva’s face as she allowed herself to feel the bliss of an uninterrupted relief. She didn’t care who watched her or who fell down. Her bladder contracted with all its might; angrily expelling gallons worth of piss.
 
Amy on the other hand lost her balance and fell down sending a shock wave throughout her body. That was the moment Amy realized – It fucked up. Amy’s floodgates opened too. The pressure was insane, and her torrent filled the corridor with a loud whooshing noise. Kim tightly closed her ears and shut her eyes tight, leaning against the wall. Amy tried to fight it off valiantly, clenching her muscles with all the bits of strength left. All her liquid, diuretic and beer flowed freely into the air, forming a fountain of piss. Her little cotton thongs tore apart with the sheer intensity of the gusher. But despite this devastating force, she succeeded to stop the torrent midstream. Kim opened one of her eyes to check what happened and lo! Another, even stronger sound wave from Amy’s belt absolutely decimated her bladder. An even thicker, more ferocious torrent to piss erupted out of her vagina. She screamed in pleasure as the liquid kept pouring out.
 
The two women were happily pissing away as if their bladders had taken possession of their bodies. Minute after minute, Kim endured the mind-bending torture of seeing and hearing them go at it, wasting litres of research worthy pee. When their bladders were finally emptied both of them broke into tears. Their dream of saving the world and proving to have the strongest bladder was washed away. The entire corridor was steaming and filled with the stench of long held piss.
 
Kim was frozen now. All this commotion made her bladder contract and spasm like a spring. Her body shuddered. Beads of sweat fell from her forehead to her neck and her cleavage. Her white uniform was nearly transparent with all the sweating. Her belt continued to pound her bladder like a hammer but with nerves of steel, she still did not let a single drop escape.
 
Kim was the last lady standing. The hope of humanity who could end the epidemic. In spite of the inhuman discomfort, she still helped Eva and Amy. They couldn’t belief their eyes as they watched her clean the corridor, get them a fresh at of uniform and taking them to privacy. They felt ashamed and exhausted of their inability to hold on.
 
“Do you think you will be able to ask hold on?” Eva gently asked Kim not wanting to force her.
 
Kim’s face had turned blue. Every vein on her forehead, neck, thighs, and all possible places were bulging out. Her knuckles were white, and toes curled. Her legs seemed to be welded to each other. Every inch of her skin was covered in sweat. The belt had clinched her waist to 16 inches and yet her humongous bladder was trying to make its way out from the bottom of the belt, like an ever-expanding water balloon. “How long do you want me to hold doc? Tell me – I can go on as long as you demand”, Kim asked, her voice merely coming as a whisper.
 
“May be one more day. At once, I will inform the World Health Association team that we have found an unbeatable bladder!” Kim she was a fighter. “Of course.. Its too easy. I am the nurse who never needs it.” With those ungodly words Kim straightened herself up. The belt was no match for her. It tore apart and went flying across the room. Kim shyly smiled and with baby steps, proceeded to carry on her duties, still chugging water as if she was empty.
 
When the research team finally arrived a day later, Kim was unrecognizable. Her uniform was shredded across her waist. The skin around her bladder was taut and one could see the redness underneath her skin. Veins which otherwise would be all zig-zag and erratic appeared as perfectly straight lines. When she moved others around her could hear the bubbling noise of the piss inside her bladder. It was frighteningly humongous. Yet Kim insisted that she didn’t feel a thing. “I – I am ok. I don’t need to p-piss. I am immune to it” Kim kept telling others or maybe it was her own way of reinforcing her strength. They took her to a secluded room. It took hours for the team to convince her to pee. It was a marvellous feat and the entire hospital burst into claps and cheer after the was announcement. Everyone eagerly awaited to hear what was Kim’s final volume. The team had to call packs and packs of piss collection bag as Kim’s fury of piss was so strong that the bags couldn’t withstand it. They either burst open or got torn apart. After a dozen of accidents, the team was finally able to drain Kim out.
 
After months of enduring a painfully bladder and surviving only on short partial reliefs, feeling an empty bladder was unnerving for Kim. For the past 82 hours she had gone without a single drop of relief whatsoever while also enduring double doses of Openthra, 13 pints of beer, nearly 5 litres of water and hammering soundwaves. With so much torment and suffering, Kim’s bladder had stretched itself to contain a whopping 6800ml of piss. And this didn’t factor the wastage that the team was unable to contain.
 
Kim rose to game overnight for being a hero and save humanity from Pissera, while Eva, Amy, Adele, and Emily remained mere spectators. Despite their huge bladders they stood no chance in front of Kim. And from that day onwards a new slogan forbeing.es came into being
 
“Nurses Never Need It”
 
- - - The End - - -
 

Well, a few months ago I found out i needed an abdominal scan, instructed to arrive with a full bladder (i was told that was skipping morning pee OR drinking 600ml of water 30min before the exam).
I was "the only happy person in the would" for an ultrasound exam i guess.
That day, i enhoyed myself to the max. I woke up, had a shower skipping morning piss (can be tough), had some water before leaving home, "Just in case" dressed etc arrives at the clinic, "Just in case i had 500ml water", had a blood sample and was time to the scan. I had "more 200ml Just in case". I could def feel a 7.5/10 full (which in this community is comfy but for normal people, agony).
Of course the scan delayed some 30min and i was an 8/10, started worrying if i overdid it miscalculating, a hand in my tight but still nonchalant. I went asking and it was a bit late really ...well soon i was called.
The doc analyzed and told me i had a "too Full bladder". I innocenrly replied it was examination instructions so i skipped morning piss and had 600ml water (had more but i lied not too look too eager) and the doc "oh that explains It" and continued "it's Just default instruction but u do nt necessarily need to do It all you're already Full"
I felt more proud and better than when i got the best exam grade in class during School times and said "it's ok, i guess i can handle It some 30 more min If necessary". The doc was like "oh i see you are calm" (i really needed a good 8/10 piss but played nonchalant...as expected in this situation true to be said) and continued "most people would look uncomfortable with a bladder looking full like yours in the scanner screen" but the doc didn't say more about it. Those were only fast comments.
I had to lie still in my back, lower my pants, then turn and again, oh it was excruciatingly good the prove pressing on my navel.
After the exam the doc said i could use the toilet. Ofc i was luvin It all and taking selfies and having the time of my life só i deliberatedly ignored the toilets and went to the office. To make It short after 1h it was getting serious and not to quit nonchalant mode at work i had to void before lunch and it was a good piss.
I'm looking forward to get through a new check up scan... But now i know there are specific examinations that MEASURE the contents inside the bladder...in love lol

The challenge of getting out of bed the next morning came with extra difficulty. He was so luxuriously warm that pulling the covers off felt like a crime. Not only that, but when he turned to shut off his alarm, his sheets and underwear squelched. He sat up, and the smell assailed his nostrils. Everything heaved with the weight of absorbing so much WE.
 
He broke the news to his mom by walking into the kitchen in his wet boxers, sighing. “It happened in my sleep, I’m sorry.”
 
“Come here, baby,” she said, hugging the unclothed top half of him, “We’ve got to get you to the doctor.” She let him stay home from school and confirmed an appointment for that afternoon. At least he would not have to suffer the same fate in class two days in a row.
 
In the meantime, Jace searched “how to deal with WEs” on the computer. The solution was about what he expected: find somewhere private to get his clothes out of the way and let it flow. Sure, he scoffed, Easy. How was he supposed to know when it was ready to come out? He still had little idea of when the preliminary ache in his belly turned into an inevitable WE. The closest he had come to controlling himself was dribbling rather than fully emptying in the store, but finding somewhere that fit those criteria with such little warning was surely no easy task.
 
As the appointment time drew nearer, Jace anticipated it happening again. He let himself feel the ache for a few minutes shortly after lunchtime, and when the feeling started migrating downward, he scampered to the shower, pulled his pants down, and tried to make it come out.
 
Success! Just a few moments’ hesitation had the liquid spring out from his penis in a shimmering arc, splattering loudly about the shower drain and making a temporary golden puddle that escaped down it. Jace felt like an idiot, but could not force a huge grin away from his face. 
 
His mom returned his expression with one of curiosity. “What’s got you all smiles?”
 
“I just had another WE, but I got it all in the shower instead of, you know, everywhere.”
 
“That’s great!” she said, hugging him again, “It’s good you started practicing, because these might not go away. You might just have to get used to doing it in safe places and it’s okay if you need help.”
 
“I know.” The realization lurked in the back of his mind, and reared again when she put it into words. “But let’s see what the doctor says.”
 
“Of course. Let’s go.”
 
Checking in at the doctor’s office went smoothly. The wait, however, began to try Jace’s patience. Or at least the patience of his condition. He sat in his baggy jeans with his legs crossed, feeling the early ache. The crisp air conditioning in the office chilled his bare toes and probably made the need worse. By his own estimation, he had about thirty more minutes before being in trouble of having the WE in his clothes.
 
Another twenty minutes had elapsed before being called, and another ten spent squirming on the crinkly paper of the examination table before the doctor came in.
 
“Jace Harper,” the doctor said, moving to shake his hand, “Nice to meet you. Been having some WE troubles I hear?”
 
“Yes,” Jace grunted, grimacing and switching the hand that gripped his penis to shake the doctor’s. “I’m actually trying not to do it right now.” What he hadn’t told the doctor was that his underwear was already getting wet.
 
The doctor’s eyes grew round. “Oh, okay,” he said, opening the exam room door, “Just right there is a bathroom with a toilet inside. You ever used one of those?”
 
Jace shook his head.
 
The doctor flagged down another staff member in the hallway. “Could I get someone to show him how to use the toilet? Right now, please.”
 
Another bloom of warmth coated Jace’s inner thigh and trickled down to his butt. His pants would start showing wet spots in moments. And of course the nurse that appeared had to be young and pretty. Just his luck. “Come here, quick!” she beckoned him.
 
She pointed to the weird elliptical thing full of water he occasionally saw in public facilities. He had been in public bathrooms all the time to wash his hands or fix his hair, but it never occurred to him to even wonder what this particular feature was for.
 
“If you feel a WE coming on, try to find one of these. Just undo your pants, lift the seat out of the way, and point yourself so the urine goes into the water. Or if you don’t feel confident with your aim, just take your pants down and have a seat. That’s also how people with type-2 WEs-- uh-oh, hurry up! It’s coming out!”
 
The nurse seemed to have gotten a bit carried away with her explanation while he stood there, the whole time his WE stream gaining strength in his jeans. He had his legs crossed in front of the toilet, too busy with his hand clamped over his crotch to think about getting his pants down. He sighed and let it pour down his leg, soaking himself in urine for the fourth time in one and a half days. 
 
It still somehow felt both good and shameful, but for the first time, it also came tinged with defeat. It could have happened more like his recent breakthrough in the shower. Personal experience told him it could be controlled. This time was only because he had less warning, and was not sure if he was supposed to expose himself in front of the nurse.
 
His shoulders sagged. "I'm sorry," he said. To keep apologizing for the effects of his condition had begun to feel pointless.
 
"Oh it's okay," the nurse answered, guiding him back into the exam room after he dabbed his pants with paper towels, "You'll get it next time. My niece has type-1 and 2 WEs so trust me, this is nothing."
 
That got Jace's attention. "Does she still, like, get it everywhere?"
 
She nodded. "Sometimes. She's had it since birth so is pretty good at managing it, but accidents happen. You've just got to get a change of clothes and move on."
 
"I guess," he replied, "Just seems easier said than done." He looked down at the dark splotches on his jeans.
 
The doctor took another look at him, biting his lip in sympathy for his soggy state. "Sorry, bud. I know it can be a hard transition when it shows up so strongly like it has for you. The thing is, there are lots of factors in play when it comes to WEs. Diet, hydration, and believe it or not, exercise is a big one. It tends to push everything downward so you often see athletes dealing with them. Most people's systems are efficient enough to handle waste through passive methods. But in your case, your mom was saying you don't eat or drink more than normal, no alcohol, and don't do lots of intense cardio. But seeing this multiple times a day and at night makes me think it's genetic. It brings us into the neighborhood of 'chronic regular emission of waste'. You’ve probably heard the acronym CREW."
 
Jace and his mom looked at each other. They had heard of it, but this was his first brush with what it really was.
 
"There are tests we can run to confirm but I can tell you right now, that's what it is. Sometimes it's there from birth, sometimes it shows up in adolescence or later in life. Stress is another one. Being a kid or teenager is no joke, and some things like this come out of it."
 
"Is there any treatment?" Jace asked.
 
"There are some treatments to reduce WEs. But in my opinion,” the doctor said, beginning to shake his head, “Not worth it for CREW. They're steroid-type medications that come with severe side effects when used long-term. Much better to stick with watching your fluid intake and consider it a natural function."
 
"But that's it though?" Jace pressed, "I just gotta live with it?"
 
The doctor put his hands on his hips. "I overheard the nurse talking about her niece with double CREW. She’s part of a support group you might find helpful. I’ve got a business card for you." He left the room for a moment and came back with an attractive card sporting an old-fashioned compass rose design. Front and center were the words "WE Journey" with contact information beneath, and a blurb about the group's focus on the back:
 
Sufferers of waste emission often report feeling trapped: by their own bodies and minds, and by outside judgment. But the members of WE Journey are proof that these feelings are not the end. Our experiences take us to shores no less varied and far-flung than those of people with normal waste elimination. Gain the confidence to go forth in life, through hearing our stories and by sharing yours. 
 
Jace kept the card, refraining from giving his real opinion until he and his mom had left the office. "I don't know about this group," he confessed, "Seems like it'll just be people sitting in a circle and talking about their WEs."
 
"Maybe it is," his mom said, starting the car, "But if that were it, then probably not many people would go. I think we should check it out. I can go in with you or stay outside if you want, but let's at least go to one meeting."
 
He rolled his eyes, but relented. "Fine, one meeting."

Hey everyone 🙂 I don't remember if I got this idea from Tumblr or from here, but it takes place in a reality unlike ours in one critical way: most people never pee or poo. A minority who retain toilet needs are seen as suffering from a disability of sorts, and live with the challenges a world with far fewer toilets and no universal understanding of bodily urges would present. I hope you enjoy it. 😄 And I apologize for any formatting weirdness; it's been giving me difficulties transferring from Google Docs.

 
Jace Harper totally had friends. He didn't see them outside of school but sat with them every day at lunch. As long as he kept succeeding at being cool, he wouldn't get grouped in and made fun of with the other weird kids. 
 
But what was infinitely uncool started happening to him in the middle of tenth grade science. It had announced itself earlier that morning, with a slight feeling of bloat on the bus ride to school. By third period, it had only gotten much worse. A strange pressure had built up in his lower belly that made him want to flex his private parts. He had no idea why, but doing that seemed to help.
 
It did not help forever though. His muscles were getting tired and the pain and pressure had increased. It could have been his imagination, but he felt like drinking continuously from his water bottle as he was doing had somehow made the feeling worse. He eased up on it for the moment. 
 
Ms. Davies yammered on, but the tan, black-haired sophomore did not have it in him to listen. He bunched the fabric of his shirt in his armpits to absorb the sweat accumulating there. Something was undeniably wrong, but what? If he asked to go to the nurse, what would he say? A stomachache wasn't a good enough reason to leave class, nor could he say he simply didn’t feel well. He would just have to hang on and hope this mystery illness passed.
 
Unfortunately, the full, squeezing feeling continued to swell, and spread downward to make a stabbing pang at the base of his penis. He slipped a flip-flop off and sat on his bare heel, which bought him a little relief. Still, panic had him clutching the rail on his desk, and blinking back the tears filling his eyes. Was something broken inside him and he was wasting his last few minutes of life hearing about the stages of mitosis? Or was this another feature of puberty he never learned? He had racked up enough experience with self-pleasure to notice the feeling was somewhat similar to being highly aroused, but it hurt more, and could probably not be relieved by getting off.
 
What did seem to help some more was pushing hard with his hand between his legs instead, or pinching his member like the neck of a balloon. It didn’t stop the pressure, but helped take the burden off his burning muscles down there. Perhaps it had been too long since he touched himself last and his load was going to come out whether he came or not. Dear God he hoped not.
 
His friend Thomas looked his way, smirking. “Dude, why are you grabbing your dick?”
 
The way Thomas drew attention to his situation probably just made things worse, but regardless, he came off as less than sincere. Jace was staring down the barrel of making a mortifying mess of himself in front of everyone, and was less than in a hurry to have his lunch-table acquaintance join in on the spectacle. “I’m not.” Once again, what was he supposed to say? Still, he tried to be sneakier about it.
 
Thomas had looked away by now, but Jace suddenly shuddered, like he was struck with a chill. His crotch was warm where he had been squeezing himself through his pants, and he could have sworn a bit damp as well. It could have been simply sweat from his hand from the effort of clamping it so hard, but during the shiver, it felt distinctly like something squirted out of him. As covertly as he could, he slipped a hand in his khaki shorts, touched the damp spot, and withdrew it again to look. Whew. At least it wasn’t blood, but it wasn’t the other fluid he expected either. The liquid had a unique smell to it. Not bad, but certainly different.
 
The intensity of the pressing feeling between his legs shot up-- badly. All the ways he was coping: flexing his lower parts, sitting on his heel, crushing his shaft with a deathgrip, none of it helped enough to stave off the push now. It hurt so much, and now instead of trying to resist the feeling, his instinct was to relax. He breathed out, and let whatever was going to happen, happen.
 
The same liquid that had made the damp spot in his underwear now started pouring out of his penis. So, so much of it. It instantly soaked his boxers with a warm wave, and made a trilling splashing noise as it kept spraying out. He sat there braced and quaking, his heart thudding as he kept getting wetter. 
 
Ms. Davies had paused her lesson now that kids had started murmuring and staring at Jace, the source of the strange sound. By then  the liquid had filled his shorts and started blazing warm trails down the backs of his legs, slicking his sandals before spilling off those too onto the speckled white tile.
 
Save for Thomas, who was murmuring, “What the fu…”, the whole class was speechless. Someone broke the silence with, “Did he hide a water balloon in his pants?"  Laughter bounced around the room. Finally someone else took him seriously. "Is he okay?” The teacher repeated the question to Jace.
 
On one hand, just about everything below the waist on him was drenched, itchy and clinging to him, and smelling. But on the other, the pressure was gone, and he appeared no worse for wear. “I dunno,” he said, “Sorry.”
 
“It’s okay,” Ms. Davies reassured, writing him a pass, “You need someone to walk you to the clinic?”
 
He glanced toward Thomas, then reconsidered. “I think I’ll be fine.” Despite being covered in wetness now, Jace felt better than he had all day. He tried to stand up gently, but still slung drops of the stuff everywhere and left a trail of wet footprints behind him.
 
The nurse was the only one so far that day who seemed to have a grip on the situation. “Oh, honey,” she said, “Come on in. Just don’t sit on anything if you can help it.”
 
Jace did as he was told and stood in the middle of the room. He went to put his hands in his pockets, but recoiled when he felt how wet they were. “Do you know what happened to me?” he asked.
 
The nurse nodded. “Oh yeah. It was a WE. That stands for ‘waste emission.’ Yours was type-1, which is where a liquid called ‘urine’ builds up and has to come out. As luck would have it, that happens through the groin. Pretty embarrassing, but you’re not gonna die, and you probably feel better now, right?”
 
“Yeah,” he admitted, looking away, “Just... it’s never happened before.”
 
“Well, right now all you’ve gotta do is get cleaned up and get some dry clothes. It could be a one-and-done thing, could be once in a while, or I hate to say it but sometimes people have to deal with it several times a day.” She opened a cabinet and pulled out a P.E. uniform for him. “Okay, you just get changed in the bathroom, sit tight, and I’ll call somebody to come pick you up. We’re not gonna make you carry your wet stuff around for the rest of the day.”
 
“Thanks,” he said. It seemed a little excessive that he should get the rest of the day off, but having something gush out of his dick in the middle of class was pretty unsettling and embarrassing. At least it wasn’t dangerous, or in front of anyone he had a crush on. 
 
The nurse notified his parents of what happened, so there was no keeping the reasoning a secret. At least when his mom came to get him, he got away with saying he didn’t want to talk about it. After a stop at the store, he would get to relax for the rest of the night-- crisis handled. 
 
At least, it was handled until the achey feeling in his belly came back in the middle of shopping. The nurse said it might happen again, but so soon? His sandals weren’t even fully dry from when he had urine running out his shorts before. Was he going to have another WE incident in the store?
 
He swallowed and tried to look normal, but started to lag behind as his steps had gotten smaller. When his mom turned around, there was no hiding his discomfort. “You alright?” she asked, “Is it happening again?”
 
“No,” he snapped, crossing his arms, “I’m just ready to be out of here already.” That second part was not quite a lie, at least. He did not want to become some weirdo or sympathy case. He just needed somewhere to let the liquid out discreetly, and home was better than here.
 
The pressure spiked more sharply now than the first time though. What took the better part of several hours to reach a critical point this morning was now taking just a few minutes. On top of that, having to walk around made controlling himself a lot harder than when he got to sit and focus. He settled for rubbing the hem of his grey shirt, crossing one knee over the other, bouncing his heels, and when he thought no one was looking, squeezing his crotch. That’s what felt better than trying any other methods, but it was the most obvious. He saved it for when the pushing got really bad.
 
As he suspected, it was not long before even those tactics started to fail. His stomach hurt, the muscles behind his penis trembled, and all he wanted to do was relax like before and feel it shoot out. In hindsight, it had felt amazing. Even the anticipation that came with being full and squirmy like this brought a little excitement with it. As much as to stop the WE from happening, he started squeezing his dick to hide the fact that it was getting stiff.
 
The severity of the urge brought him back to reality though. It was insanely gross, and more messed-up still to get pleasure from a strange medical condition. And even if he enjoyed the release, he and his mom would probably be kicked out of the store if he made a puddle again. For that reason he had to hold on.
 
Or maybe… A devious thought materialized to him: if it were possible to let out just a little at a time, like last time when it made a tiny spot on his underwear. He was going commando in his P.E. shorts, so almost any amount would run right out, but few would notice, let alone be able to trace little drops back to him if he leaked here and there while walking around. It would just have to be his dirty secret.
 
The difficulty of letting out just a little took him by surprise. Every time he started to let up, it felt like it would be a huge spray. But eventually, he got the touch right, and managed a controlled squirt. One burst landed warmly on his shin, with a few other drops turning into shiny splats on the floor. He didn’t even feel any in his pants until the wet part brushed against his upper thigh.
 
Now a new problem presented itself: he started getting erect again. Having no underwear and only the thin navy shorts to cover him, he would have to adjust himself to avoid pitching a horrible, WE-spotted tent in public. He tucked the head up into his waistband, hoping his shirt would not come up and expose him. It would have to do.
 
Another fun side-effect came from his new arrangement: when he let some liquid out, it spilled over the tip of his penis and trickled down past his balls. When he continued to leak, he got it to keep dripping from there onto his inner thighs. If anyone from school found out he was doing this, it would make him social poison. To be seen talking to him would mean instant shunning by association. It turned his stomach to think of what would happen if he were to be found out.
 
But at the same time, he really had no choice. The WE was coming whether he let it out slowly, or tried to stop it and it happened all at once. Might as well keep leaking to have some measure of control over the mess.
 
He walked and dribbled. It seemed his plan was working, as most of it ran down his legs where he could rub his calves together and render it invisible. The rest made dark spots on his shorts, but their color and half coverage from his shirt made it hardly noticeable.
 
Hardly noticeable to strangers, perhaps. At one point, his mother caught sight of him-- wet shorts, shiny legs, and all. She leaned in close and sternly whispered, “You told me you weren’t having another WE. What are we supposed to do now?”
 
“I don’t know,” he protested, coming down from the high of having started to slowly wet himself again, “It just kind of snuck up on me.”
 
She nodded toward the front door. “Go outside. You’re gonna make a mess.”
 
“It’s almost done, do I really have to?” Standing by himself outside, especially in the bright sunlight, would be much more attention-grabbing than getting the partial cover of shopping. He would look like a total disaster. Best to avoid that if he could.

“Yes, you have to!” she urged.  “You’re being ridiculous, you’re soaking wet. I’m not kidding. I’m not mad at you, but I don’t want them to kick us out and I have to pay for this stuff first. I’d rather not make another trip some other time.”
 
“Urgh!” As much as the groan he made was in protest of her decision, it was also a result of his ongoing struggle. His WE was not even close to “almost done.” Even while he argued with her, he squirmed and danced in place. His muscles had already become used to half-relaxation when the pressure ramped up without warning. Just as before, it started rushing out.
 
He bit his lip and tried pinching his dick shut, but it was no use. The way he had his member tucked into his waistband made the stream shoot upwards into his shirt. He managed to point it off to the side in his pants after a moment, for what little difference it made. His grey shirt now had a large, extremely distinct wet spot on the front, and his left pant leg served as the spout for a vigorous warm WE spray that rained down to form an impressive puddle. At this rate his flip-flops might never have been dry again.
 
His mother grabbed his arm. “Come on,” she said quietly, “Let’s just pay for this stuff and go. What am I gonna do with you?”
 
“I just wanna know why this is happening all the sudden,” Jace said.
 
His mom sighed. “I’m sorry I snapped at you, but this worries me. I want to figure it out for your sake.”
 
At least they managed to escape the grocery store without being accosted by management. After a somewhat smelly car ride and aching belly from all the exertion, he somehow stayed dry for the rest of the evening. Perhaps he did have a chance for things to go back to normal.

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Absolutely hot and arousing your story. 
I like the different between „ want to pee and need to pee“.
Need to pee, but still not allowed, sounds really good!

“22, you’re up,” Instructor Lavel said as 12 stood up, completing her task, head and pubis shaved clean. 
“Instructor,” 12 interjected before 22 could respond. “Where can I find the bathrooms?” 12 asked. 
“You’re starting to sound like 22,” Instructor Lavel replied, chuckling. 
“If memory serves,” Instructor Lavel continued, “Instructor Graz informed you of a very simple policy here at Camp Smith - Win as a group, Lose as a group, and no task is completed until it is completed by ALL members of the class.”
12 sighed. 24 haircuts and pube shavings stood between her and a toilet. She could wait. She could hold it. The only question was could she do so for long enough?
”22,” Instructor called out once more. “The time is now. Either sit back in that chair and let our fine barber here de-fur your crotch so you can continue waiting for the bathroom, or wet yourself, then come over here and get shaved.”
”Either way, it’s your turn. Just a matter of how full your bladder is in the process.”
”Oh-no…” 24 classmates and all instructors heard squeaked out as a second stream started splattering against the ground. 

Oh yes, always looking forward for more. Thanks for making time to keep it going

Yay

Brianne felt a growing excitement in the pit of her stomach as she pulled on the chastity belt over her cotton bikini-cut panties. As instructed, she fastened the device snugly around her waist by closing a combination lock she didn’t know the code for. She gasped sharply as the cold combination of metal and leather grasped her most intimate area. Tonight was meant to be punishment for the young lady who had been caught with her boyfriend in the middle of the night. Her parents had kicked him out of her bed and into the street, stark naked. She, sitting up in bed holding up the covers to veil her 36C breasts, had been yelled at for the better part of an hour.
 
The next morning, Brianne had been enrolled in a disciplinary program with the local church. She had met with Sister Janice earlier this week and been given the chastity belt and strict instructions to show up at a party tonight wearing it. Brianne could still recite Sister Janice’s exact words, which had been “It’s about time you learned how a young lady should act around boys.”
 
Brianne gazed longingly at her black miniskirt then decided against it. While she enjoyed flashing her panties on occasion, an ugly mix of leather and metal was a different story. She picked out a navy-blue plaid skirt that didn’t quite reach her knees. Maybe the goody Christian fellows would appreciate a more innocent look.
 
Glancing at the clock radio, she realized she only had twenty minutes to get to the church. She quickly threw on a sky-blue blouse over her white bra and ran a comb through her red hair. She hurriedly waved goodbye to her mother working in the garden as she started the car. As she pulled out of the paved driveway, Brianne wondered if her mom knew what she was wearing under her skirt. Maybe Sister Janice had told her- Brianne felt herself blush at the thought.
 
She got to the church three minutes early and took the opportunity to touch up her makeup. As she got out of the car, she ran her hand down the back of her skirt feeling the bumpy hardness instead of the usual curvy softness of her ass. She heard a car door close behind her and noticed a handsome well-dressed man looking at her. Blushing again, she realized that he had seen her smoothing out her skirt. Was he able to make out the shape of the device under her skirt?
 
As Brianne walked briskly through the entrance, she felt his gaze on her. She smiled to herself as she followed the “Ladies this way” sign. Perhaps it was for the best that things had gone south with Rod. He had a crude and arrogant demeanor which had been agitating her more and more. Maybe it was time to date a nice Christian boy who would be a perfect gentleman around her.
 
Sister Janice checked her watch as Brianne presented herself. “Just in time.” She commented coldly. “Well, let’s get on with it then- lift up your skirt.” Mildly surprised, Brianne gathered her skirt and lifted it up. She felt the middle-aged woman pull at the leather in several places, testing for looseness. With a grunt of approval, she patted Brianne’s butt and told her to continue walking to the basketball court. Brianne nodded, released her skirt, and continued her careful walk.
 
She heard soft music as she pushed open the swing door. It was a breath-taking sight. The gym had been transformed into a beautiful party scene, with carpeted areas, strobe lights, and a bar. Brianne walked forward towards a group of young ladies also dressed for the occasion. She recognized one of them- a girl of African ethnicity, Georgia. They went to the same high school, but Georgia was a year younger. She wasted no time in greeting Brianne and introducing her to the other ladies. Brianne felt grateful for knowing someone there, especially a girl as welcoming as Georgia.
 
Having met the girls, Brianne turned her attention towards the young men at the other end of the gym. She immediately noticed the boy from the parking lot eying her. He was wearing black pants, a white dress shirt and bow-tie. He was on the skinny side but fit in a long-distance runner sort of way. He had well-groomed black hair and a clean-shaven face. Brianne hoped he would make his way over to her soon.
 
The males collectively decided to get drinks and made their way over to the bar. Ashley, a tall attractive blonde, eagerly urged the female group to go over to the bar too. After some initial resistance, they started slowly walking over. Brianne felt that it would have been so much easier if the guys had approached first. She quickly realized Ashley’s eagerness to mingle with the guys, as she had wandered over a seemingly older brown-haired hunk after getting a beer from the bartender. To Brianne’s dismay, Georgia had followed Ashley’s lead and was in deep conversation with her interest. Not wanting to be left alone, Brianne walked her long island iced tea over to an apparently shy, chubby teenager.
 
Pete was an ok guy, but not exactly Brianne’s type. He seemed surprised to be approached by such an attractive girl and was nervously stuttering about video games and his custom-built PC. Meanwhile, her attention was elsewhere. She constantly glanced over his shoulder at Georgia and her handsome companion. He returned her gaze a few times, but always politely refocused his attention to Georgia, who was happily chatting away.
 
Not ten minutes later, Brianne was surprised to discover that her drink was finished- she had been sipping constantly with Pete babbling on. Not wanting to excuse herself suddenly, she took a moment to scan her surroundings. About half the crowd had paired up with members of the opposite sex, but there were also two large crowds of mixed genders. One group was near the bar, in close proximity to drinks, while the other group was near the DJ, making song requests while conversing with each other.
 
Brianne also noticed Sister Janice and a younger nun seated in the bleachers, observing intently. About a third of the people at the party were underage, so there were already varying stages of drunkenness evident at the party. The girls near the bar had already accepted a number of drinks from their overly generous companions and their glowing red faces openly revealed their intoxication. Meanwhile, Georgia and three other girls were sipping soft drinks. Brianne could feel a light buzz, but Pete was showing no signs of stopping and he was literally being a buzz kill.
 
She finally interrupted him by raising her empty glass and explaining she needed another drink. He stammered an offer about getting the drink for her, but she raised her hand, promising to be right back. Brianne ordered a screwdriver and took a moment to chat with the bartender- she needed a break from Pete. It was a good thing she did, because Georgia and her new friend made their way to the bar a moment later. As she had done earlier, Georgia made the introduction. His name was Jake and he was a volunteer with the church.
 
Forgetting her promise to Pete, Brianne joined the duo. Jake eagerly shared details about his life while asking the girls about theirs. He tried to include Georgia in the conversation, but his eyes were constantly locking into Brianne’s. Finally, Georgia noticed Pete awkwardly staring into their group and excused herself to talk to him. Brianne felt instant guilt as she realized that she had ditched Pete, but also gratitude for the opportunity to talk to Jake one-on-one.
 
As Jake wandered over to the bar to get them new drinks, Brianne scanned the crowd again. Elle, a petite blonde, near the bar was dancing on the spot, but not in sync with the music. It took a moment for Brianne to realize that she was desperate to pee. She tugged at her friend Jackie’s arm, but she just shook her head and gestured to her own midsection. Elle wriggled helplessly before rushing off towards the gym door alone. It was then that Brianne realized that all the girls were wearing chastity belts! None of them could pee until Sister Janice unlocked them!
 
As Jake returned with her drink, Brianne evaluated the fullness of her own bladder. She could definitely use a pee. The alcohol and conversation with Jake had kept her mind off her predicament, but there was no denying that her bladder was filling quickly. Jake raised his cup and Brianne raised her own to meet his, making sure she took only a small sip afterwards. As Jake continued talking, Brianne noticed that Elle hadn’t left the gym. Instead, she was near the door pleading with a female guard to let her out. There was a male guard at the other door, so there was no way out.
 
Suddenly, the full gravity of the punishment hit her. The girls would have to hold their pee until the end of the party or wet their panties in front of everyone around! As Elle pleaded desperately, a boy from the same group near the bar approached the door. The guard stepped aside to let him through while continuing to block Elle’s path. She doubled over and clutched her crotch through her red dress, on the verge of wetting herself.
 
“You are very quiet. Is everything ok?” Jake’s question snapped Brianne back to attention. “Oh.. yes, I’m fine. Just enjoying your story, that’s all.”
 
“Are you sure? Is your drink okay? I can get you a different one if you like.” Brianne realized how rude she must look ignoring the conversation and not finishing the drink he had gotten for her. She immediately took a couple of gulps from her cup.
 
“No, the drink’s great- thank you.” The last thing she needed was another full cup. She forced herself to engage in conversation and regularly sip from her cup. Elle had given up trying to convince the guard to let her out- she was now helplessly standing with her back up against the wall, with her dress hiked all the way up and her hands gripping her crotch for dear life. Her red panties and chastity belt were in full view. Brianne noticed girls and guys looking over at her. It was obviously a one-of-a-kind sight for horny young men, who struggled to tear their eyes away from the beautiful blonde girl struggling to not to piss herself. Most of the girls were alternating nervous glances between Elle and the large clock above her. Just over an hour remained- could they hang on?
 
Jake was amongst the last to notice the scene at the other end of the gym. He looked over just as Elle lost control. She gasped audibly as pee poured through her fingers onto the rug below. Her wet legs glistened in the bright lights as a growing wet spot formed at her feet. Nobody could look away as the poor girl peed for seemingly ages, finally experiencing the relief she had been denied for too long. She collapsed to the floor and covered her face in utter humiliation. Unfortunately for her, Sister Janice came down from the bleachers and ordered her to return to the party. With a beet-red face and drenched legs, Elle returned to the group by the bar. Everyone comforted Elle, but there was no getting over the fact that she now smelled like pee and her dress sported obvious wet streaks.
 
“Yes, I’m wearing one too.” Brianne admitted, knowing Jake was wondering but too polite to ask. “Oh.. do you need to...” His voice trailed off as he realized he was asking a pretty lady a very personal question.
 
“Yes, a bit.” Brianne blushed. It was the understatement of the year. Her bladder was pressing up against the band of the chastity device. She was actively fighting the natural desire to cross her legs in front of him. She glanced up at the clock yet again- there were still 50 minutes left!
 
Several pairs of legs were scissoring now- witnessing an accident didn't help matters. Gina and Belle rushed over to the other door, hoping to get better luck with the male guard. Despite the ladies tearfully showing him their bladder bulges and chastity belts, he didn’t budge from the door. Several guys were feeling an urge for the men’s room and they guiltily excused themselves for a much-needed pee.
 
Brianne couldn’t help but notice that Jake was shuffling uncomfortably too. He had drunk quite a bit more than her and they had both grown quieter. Finally, he interrupted her in mid-sentence with a quick apology and turned away. She felt a pang of envy as he subtly grabbed himself through his pants and urgently strode through the gym door.
 
Unable to wait a moment longer, Gina and Belle hiked up their skirts, squatted, and peed through their underwear next to the guard. Sister Janice reached them just as they finished peeing, loudly scolding them and ordering them to return to the party. As an added punishment, she ordered the younger nun to give them each a water bottle. The nun forced them to drink the entire half-litre before returning to her seat next to Sister Janice.
 
 Brianne’s gaze fell on Georgia and Pete, still talking to each other. Despite her drunk and desperate state, she wanted to do the right thing. She hobbled over, struggling not to shove a clenched fist into her pussy. She was surprised to see Georgia holding herself… and drinking orange juice.
 
“Hey Pete and Georgia- sorry about earlier. I just…” They both giggled and looked each other. “Oh, it’s no problem at all,” said Pete. “We’re having a blast together,” exclaimed Georgia.
 
Brianne noticed that Pete was squirming along with Georgia. She looked at the couple questioningly. They giggled again. “Pete has decided to hold it with me. Cheers baby!” Georgia raised her cup and they both took a large swig. Brianne cautiously made her way back to her spot near the basketball hoop. How odd- Pete was probably going to wet his pants because he had decided to goof around with Georgia. Who in their right mind would want to go through this hell? Brianne wanted nothing more than to sit on a toilet and PEE! She crossed her legs and danced on the spot- it was pointless to pretend like she didn’t need to pee.
 
Jake returned from the toilet, obviously relieved. However, he was drunk and his line of questioning was getting more daring. “So how did you ladies end up all locked up like this?”
 
Brianne hesitated, then decided it hardly mattered- her dignity was shot anyway. “I got caught screwing my boyfriend then my parents put me in this church program.”
 
“Wow! Is that everyone’s story?” Jake was visibly surprised by her response.
 
“I don’t know, but I bet it’s something to do with sex. Otherwise why…” She gestured to her crotch.
 
Jake reddened. “I don’t….”
 
Suddenly things clicked for Brianne. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
 
“I.. uh..” Jake stared down at the floor as he fumbled for words.
 
Brianne realized she had struck a nerve. “No… sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
 
“No, it’s ok. I’ve asked you personal stuff too.”
 
Suddenly an excited shriek from Georgia drew attention to the center of the gym. Pete was peeing his khaki pants. A growing wetness spread down the front of his legs as he sighed with relief. Georgia was fixated on his accident as she struggled not to pee her own dress. Sister Janice was there in an instant. She had Pete pull down his pants and bend over to touch his toes. She spanked him repeatedly, her bare hand smacking his wet bottom.
 
Watching Pete get spanked in his wet underwear was too much for Georgia- she had reached the limits of her bodily control. She lifted up her skirt and spread her legs to let her long-held waters flow to the carpet below. She sighed heavily, causing Pete to look over as he was being spanked. He was finally allowed to straighten up as Georgia finished peeing- a massive erection poked out from his wet, transparent underwear. He quickly pulled up his soiled pants before Sister Janice noticed his sexual excitement and sentenced further punishment.
 
Amidst all the commotion, Brianne felt herself leak into her panties. She quickly grabbed crotch and squeezed hard. She felt her face burn red with embarrassment as Jake turned around to see her holding her crotch. However, she was well beyond the point of appearing ladylike. If she released her grip on her pussy, she would wet her panties, pure and simple.
 
“Wow you look like you’re about to… “
 
“Yeah, it’s gonna happen. Any minute now.” She spoke through her clenched teeth. Every ounce of strength in her teenage body was needed to prevent an imminent wetting accident. The twenty minutes which remained may as well be twenty years- she would never make it.
 
Beside them, Ashley squirted despite her iron grasp on her womanhood. Thinking quickly, Brent shoved his quarter-full cup into her crotch and instructed her to relax. She just managed to stem the flow as the cup filled through her panties, grasping her soaked crotch again. To her surprise, Brent brought the cup to his lips and continued drinking from it.
 
Elle had stopped drinking since her accident, but her weakened bladder had quickly filled up again. She was so humiliated about wetting herself that she couldn’t even announce that she was bursting again. She silently and rapidly progressed from shuffling helplessly, overtly holding herself, to rewetting her panties in the presence of the group. Fortunately for her, no one gave her show more than a few seconds- the women had their own bladders to worry about and the men’s attention was quite divided throughout the room.
 
Brianne squirted. She felt warm wetness on her fingers and then saw the droplets of pee hitting the rug below her. She danced desperately in place, struggling to regain control. She did- just barely. She knew the next leak would be the last one. She was just too close to having a full on accident.
 
Ashley squirted again and Brent generously put his cup between her legs again, but there was no stopping the flood this time. A powerful torrent flowed out from the gusset of her silk purple panties and she couldn't close the dam this time. The cup overflowed and Brent pulled it away. Ashley closed her eyes in sheer relief and sighed as she straightened up. Clear pee flowed down her long slender legs and a giant wet spot grew at her feet. Brent looked on in excitement as he continued drinking her sacred feminine waters from his cup.
 
Hearing Ashley’s pee splatter to the ground was too much for Brianne. She was the only girl who hadn’t lost wet herself yet and that, in itself, was an achievement. There were several girls close to peeing themselves a second time, not to mention Elle who had already had a second accident. Brianne’s bladder spasmed hard and she could not fight it this time. She soaked her panties as a waterfall flowed out from her most private area.
 
All heads turned to observe the biggest accident of the evening as Brianne violently drenched the carpet beneath her. She exhaled deeply as sweet relief washed over her body- she hadn’t peed since her lunch break at work. The gruesome burden of holding in her urine had finally been lifted from her shoulders. She was peeing herself in front of Jake and a dozen other people, but it didn’t matter. All she cared about at that moment was the unbelievable relief that had engulfed her tortured body. She shuddered involuntarily as the final few squirts exited her. She didn’t realize the spectacle she had created until she finally opened her eyes to look around, pee still dripping from the back of her skirt to her feet.
 
Everyone watched in amazement at the huge puddle at Brianne’s feet. She undoubtedly had the largest bladder of anyone around. Jake’s excitement was on clear display, with a giant tent poking out in his pants.
 
Sister Janice declared that the party was over and hoped that the ladies had learned a humiliating lesson about behaving decently around young men. Perhaps some girls had, but Brianne and Georgia definitely had other plans. The ladies lined up to get their wet chastity belts unlocked by the two nuns. It was a slow process with most of the girls wriggling uncontrollably, trying to maintain the little dignity that remained until they got to a toilet. Gina and Belle, who had been punished with bottles of water earlier, couldn’t control themselves any longer and peed all over Sister Janice as she was unlocking them. With another embarrassing scolding, Sister Janice instructed them to stay behind for a spanking.
 
The delay was torture for those still in the lineup, including Georgia. She and Pete had been drinking even more heavily since their accidents and they just barely hung on as Georgia got unlocked. However, making it to the men’s room was another matter. They soaked themselves again as they rushed into a cubicle together. In the next stall, Brianne was already getting busy with Jake. It was about time a girl did something about his virginity.