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Markj9494

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  1. Schrodinger's Omo, a story that is both finished and not finished. It was meant to end on chapter 5 but I made the mistake (if you can call it that) to continue but then realised a lot of time was needed to flesh out the new ideas into chapters that were not re-hashed previous chapters with a bit of paint over them. Those ideas still exist in the word file I was working on so there is the slim possibility I could go back and add more. But either way, thank you again, its nice to see people are still interested in this story / my writing even after to much time. I have recently gotten back into writing little bits here and there, for a new story (or 3). Still several months away from anything as I have (as always) bitten off more than I can chew and gotten a bit ambitious. But, hopefully I can get back into the swing of things and like I said, who knows what might happen. Not necessarily for the company retreat but new stories with similar topics covered.
  2. Hey, always nice to get feedback and im glad you enjoyed it even if it wasn't quite your thing. Welcome to the writers side of the site, im excited to see more.
  3. Sorry this stalled out but yeah its looking like this might be where it ends. I had planned to originally end it a chapter earlier and tried to carry on with it because I had some ideas but started to lose interest. I also get easily distracted by new ideas. My plan had been to take a break and write a couple of other bits but have just been busier than I expected. I have been working on like 3 other stories, but just haven't had time or motivation to write them to completion. Both are quite long going off the plans I have for them, as seem to be most of my stories. I do a couple of hundred words here and there so they are still being worked on but havent looked at this one in a while. So I may come back to this one but have no intentions to do so just yet. If I do I will probably wait until ive written everything down that I wanted to for this and put it out in one go. I hate leaving things unfinished, think ive always completed the stories ive done on here in the past so it would be a shame to break that role. Might have to tone down either my world building desires or other things to get this done. If you are interested I would say to follow the post and then if I do post anything you should get notified. Although who knows when that might be. Really sorry for not finishing it, but I am happy you enjoyed it.
  4. Haha, thanks. That is very thorough! I have some similar things for work, but with MS integration, cloud storage and cloud saving I do the opposite for things on this site. Mainly careful to not have anything I write accidentally end up on a work one drive / server. Hardest part is remembering to switch office accounts so that it doesnt come up as a recent file on my workstation. Might be a bit awkward to explain what this is to my boss / HR.
  5. Hi thank you, Glad you are enjoying it! Hi, thank you as well. Yeah, I seem to write a lot of stories like these. I can confirm, Lena has not use a bathroom either, she is in fact still holding after this chapter. Will that play a role in a future chapter who knows? But despite the groups best efforts to fill her up to breaking point, they broke first. Not that, that makes her any less of a tyrannical task master ignoring the basics of human anatomy. This seems to be a common theme haha. Maybe I will have to look into it. No bladder showdown so far but I really like your idea for the chapter. I am always amaze when my stories make people think this much to come up with their own. Its quite fun to read, I just hope I dont do a disservice with my own. Haha, thank you! Glad you are enjoying it and yes, a few more chapters yet. Although like I said, im a slow writer so who knows when they will be out. But I do at least now have the entire skeleton of the story outline and where it will finish. So plenty of more desperation to go and hopefully a fitting end too.
  6. Hi guys, sorry for the wait. Im naturally a slow writer but had some tech issues. Nothing quite like losing your writing to kill your motivation, the second version never feels as good as the original. But I hope you all enjoy it! Chapter 6: Downhill from here. Sliding her wet stockings from her legs, Demi felt her skin tingle with elicit energy. Her and India’s romp in the cupboard enough to dissipate the tension of the last day, but apparently not enough to rid her of the intense need and anticipation of what the future would bring for her. Her chest filled with excitement and head full of all the fantasies she had thought up since developing this kink. A kink that she never thought she would find someone to share with, but she had really hit the jackpot with India, the beautiful half dressed woman eyeing her from across the room apparently more than happy to indulge this side of her life. Towelling down her legs she couldn’t help but think of how she would likely have been doing this today, even if she had been at home. Her plans going out the window, but somehow reaching the same wet conclusion. Although the dull ache still coming from her bladder was reminding her of just how far she had gone this time, reaching limits she would have thought impossible for her. It seemed all she needed was some suitable ruby haired incentive to reach the levels she had dreamed of. Well, that and the possibility of being fired. Pulling up the business slacks she had seen earlier, she was once again glad of Jessies preparedness when packing. Although with a day still to go anything could happen, she might have to resort to wearing her gym clothes on the way back, but without a full bladder they should be comfortable enough. Inspecting the bottom of her white shirt she could see where it had gotten wet. Tucked into her trousers it had not escaped the torrent that had burst out of her, the bottom of it transparent and still wet. Changing out of it she left it hanging over the chair, unlike her dress and pants which were completely drenched, she could probably get away with wearing that tomorrow if she needed it. With only one other shirt she may not be able to be picky, depending on what the rest of the day might entail. Buttoning herself up a fresh shirt she grabbed her jacket and proceeded out to the main room, Sally and Becca finishing up drying the floor. The mop bucket almost overflowing with liquid as they squeezed the groups giant puddle into it. Walking through there was somewhat of an awkward silence amongst the group now, unsure of what to say or do. They had all lost control of their bladders in a rather spectacular fashion, not that they could blame themselves given the situation. But unlike Demi, for them this was humiliating. “Where is Lena?” Demi whispered to Jessie who was now dressed in rather more figure-hugging clothes, her tight slacks wrapping around her curves and purple pastel shirt barely containing her breasts. It wasn’t the most professional look with one too many buttons undone, but knowing her housemate well, she was probably trying to feel sexy or at least feminine given what had happened. It was her coping mechanism that she had seen many times, as if convincing herself that she was still attractive, even if she had just pissed herself. Not that Demi could think of a more alluring thing to do, the glistening wetness of her legs, desperate groans and... “Power is back on so she went to take a call now she can charge her phone.” Jessie nodded towards the corner, their boss sitting with her legs tightly crossed over one another. “But she said be ready to continue this at 11, especially now the powers on.” Jessie concluded, snapping Demi out of it. “If the power is on, does that mean people are on their way?” Sally asked excitedly. “God I hope so, I am dying of thirst but I don’t…” Jessie trailed off, her cheeks flushing as she looked down at the brush she was using to sweep up after the mop. The memories still fresh in everyone’s minds and none of them wanting a repeat performance. “Yeah I hear you. But I’m sure they will be here soon, they said morning and it is almost afternoon.” Demi said, trying to cheer up Jessie and glad to see her shrug in agreement. “Besides, I haven’t finished the product categories, so if you wouldn’t mind not hoping too hard for time to fly by.” “Well you have 20 minutes” Jessie said smiling, Demi always the forgetful one. By some small miracle, 20 minutes later the binder was full of scrawled notes, rough summaries of functions and all sorts of random phrases that she hoped would still make sense to her in the presentation. Clicking the binder closed she leant back, sipping the cup of coffee India had brought her. Her Co-worker handing over the cup with a wink that she wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad sign, but given the disturbed sleep she figured her other needs were more important. Plus, having just peed for the first time in a day and a half, she figured she could handle one coffee. “Alright then, shall we try this again and this time lets try and act a little more adult, should we.” Lena said harshly, sitting down in her chair and placing a pitcher of water on the table while sipping from yet another cup of coffee. Blushing the women looked anywhere but towards her as she reminded them of their accident. “Right then Demi I think you were going to take us through your thoughts on a marketing strategy.” “Sure” Demi said smiling, standing up and feeling much happier and comfortable than she had last time she tried this. “So looking at their products I think there are four potential marketing strategies. We have the usual direct to hospital strategy that we have done before, along with a campaign we can do as direct to consumers. I think its more common in the US but it should be possible to create suitable marketing portfolios for them.” Demi started, flicking through to some of her notes and just about able to read her own handwriting. Looking up she was relieved to see the others all listening intently, including Lena who at least seemed less upset about their accidents now they were back on track after a short clean up. Getting into full flow she managed to summarise her strategy with a combination of the notes and on the fly decisions that seemed to be going down well. Lena apparently agreeing with the strategy she had outlined over the last 35 minutes. But just as she was coming to the end of it, she couldn’t help but pause. A strange scraping noise coming from somewhere outside. “Oh my god, there here!” Sally said happily, a couple of them standing and moving towards the door eager to escape their overnight prison. “Where do you think you are going, we are in a meeting!” Lena said crossly. “But…” Sally mumbled before sitting back in her chair reluctantly. “What has gotten into you lot, really! The level of unprofessionalism on this trip is incredibly worrying. First you disgrace yourselves and now you act like this, like children hearing an ice cream van and unable to control themselves, in more than one way.” Lena chastised the group again. “I know we are out of the office but I do hope you won’t embarrass yourselves in front of the client this afternoon.” She finished, the room falling silent other than the tapping of Lena’s pen against the table. Even without needing to pee, Demi could understand the others eagerness to get out of the cabin for some fresh air. They had been stuck in here for 18 hours and now it seemed the air as well as the atmosphere was becoming a little stale, a faint lingering smell of their earlier accident still detectable from the soaked clothing strewn around the rooms. But sighing internally she went back to her talk, the noises outside getting louder and closer with each minute that passed. Her co-workers around the table clearly paying more attention to those noises than what she was saying, but she didn’t care. As long as Lena was satisfied, she could catch the others up later. Finally, at just after 12 o’clock and as she was wrapping up, Demi could hear shovels clanging against the outside of the building. Shafts of sun light breaking through the window as the top layer of snow was removed. “Anyone in there!” A strangely cheery voice shouted. Looking at Lena their boss simply waved a hand dismissively. “I think that was about it for the marketing anyway” she said dismissively, giving into to them finally and pouring herself a glass of water. “Yes, we are in here” Sally said, almost bolting from her seat the moment she was given permission. “We will have you out in a jiffy” The man replied. “Most of the road out here is clear but cant get the vehicles to this bit because of the dip, don’t want to beach them.” “Its no problem.” Sally replied, just happy to be able to see out of the building finally. The slightly grey sky and low clouds doing nothing to diminish their enthusiasm for wanting to leave. A few minutes later the group heard the door chime and this time, it successfully slid open. A cold breeze flowing into the room as they all sighed in relief at the refreshing air. Grabbing her coat Demi followed the others, excitedly stepping out of the building and into the snow. The area around them now clear of snow, large piles of it placed around the buildings and car park. The sound of dripping surrounding them as the snow melted away from every recess of all the buildings that it had piled up on. Several of the windows of the main lodge broken and a rather annoyed looking woman was currently shouting at a man with a clip board who seemed to be inspecting the damage. “Sorry it took so long for us to get to you.” The luminous orange man said, his raincoat and overalls almost too bright to look at. “We had a few more priorities at the bottom than we knew about when we gave you the estimate. Don’t usually get avalanches on this side, hope it didn’t cause you any problems.” “No, nothing” Becca said hastily, blushing madly and a hand unconsciously moving to cover her bladder. “Oh god, its nice to be out of there though.” Jessie said loudly, straightening her back out like she had been trapped in a cramped space and not a large luxury lodge. Taking a lung full of cold air Demi felt the sun on her face, the anxiety of being trapped finally ebbing away. But just as she felt herself beginning to relax, she spotted a large black SUV pulling up to the lodge. Its windows heavily tinted and exterior spotless. “Ah, this must be our contact.” Lena said excitedly, moving towards it before turning back. “Go set up the presentation quickly. I wasn’t expecting them given the roads, but it seems they must be clearer than I thought” Switching into Business mode Demi nodded for the others to follow while taking a moment to smooth out some of the creases in her shirt. Sweeping her slightly matted hair from her face she regretted not brushing it earlier when she had the chance. Reaching the lodge she quickly grabbed a hair tie from her bag, pulling her medium brown hair into a tight pony tail. Looking at her still wet clothes she couldn’t help but feel a certain fondness for them, despite the uncomfortable and difficult situation that had led to them. Her tough time quickly forgotten now it was over and replaced with lustful memories. Reaching over to her sodden underwear she rubbed the wet material between two fingers, a few drops leaving the still saturated cotton and coating her fingers. Shit, the bucket! Demi snapped out of her trance, remembering the mop bucket still filled to the brim with her and her co-workers piss. There was no way they could get it outside without anyone noticing. Leaving her room she found the others tidying the place, pushing and hiding the stuff that littered the floor. From their bags to errant pieces of paper blown across the floor as the door opened, the place was a bit of a mess. Finding the bucket pushed into a corner of the kitchen she really wished this place had a sink, drain or anything really…although that would have likely stopped the fun last night. Pushing the sloshing evidence slowly she placed it back into the cupboard they had found it. Looking down she could still make out the wet imprints of where her and India had pleasured each other on the wooden floor this morning. A wet sheen covering the floor, the room still not cleaned, but in a strange way she felt it would be a shame to do so. Quickly leaving those thoughts behind she moved to the meeting room, turning on the projector as they each grabbed their notes, mentally preparing for the presentation they were to give. For her part Demi had just done it, but even so she couldn’t help but feel she wasn’t ready. The others had been given weeks to prep for this, she’d had one day, and not a very focused one at that. Grabbing a glass from the set Lena had brought in she poured herself some water, her mouth still dry. But is seemed she wasn’t the only one, the rest of them rushing over to do the same. Jessie hastily downed her first glass of water like she had gone days without a drink. Quickly pouring herself another and drinking that normally. The others each joining in with a second glass and draining the pitcher between them. Grabbing the empty pitcher Demi went to refill it, conscious her boss might not be pleased if there wasn’t anything to drink available to her or the clients. She had always stressed the importance of making the people they worked for feel comfortable and at home. The simple gesture of water usually a good way to settle them in and also give their hands something to do. A few minutes later a blast of cold air swept through the building as Lena entered, joined by a man and a woman. The tall blonde behind clearly a secretary or assistant, her arms full of binders and items, while he just appeared to be in a partially undone shirt with his sleeves rolled up, despite the temperature. Walking towards them Demi could see him eyeing them all up and down, almost evaluating them a little bit. It wasn’t unusual in business meetings, although it was something usually reserved for checking out the competition to find weaknesses, not people you are hiring to work for you. “Hi, im Chuck” The man said, leaning in to greet them all with a firm double handed handshake. “Its nice to meet you, nice to meet you, its especially nice to meet you.” He said, taking Jessies hand and kissing it. His move probably looking good in his head, but they could all instantly feel the lecherous energy coming off him. Maybe Demi had given him too much credit for why he was giving them a once over. “How are you girls doing. I heard you had some problems last night.” Chuck said, forcing a cheesy customer service smile that Demi wondered if he knew how bad it was. Greeting them she picked up the pitcher of water, moving around the table to pour everyone a glass of water and feeling his eyes following her. Pouring the water into his assistant’s glass she couldn’t help but notice her professional expression faulter slightly. “No, nothing too major. Now about these products.” Lena countered as they took their seats in the meeting room. “Straight to business, I like it” He said pointing a finger at Lena before leaning back heavily in his chair and putting his feet on the spotless glass table. A move that Demi was surprised didn’t make Lena combust on the spot, but she was a professional. “We have already drawn up some ideas of our own.” He said, indicating to his assistant to hand out something. “I was under the impression you were hiring us to do this?” Lena replied trying to sound as patient as possible, accepting the pack of papers from his assistant and starting to hand them around the table to the others. “Well yes, but we have our own guys looking at this. We just need you to, you know, juush it up a bit, slap some marketing wisdom on and ship it out there.” He said, his hand mimicking a plane taking off before he winked at her assistant as she returned to her seat next to him. “Have these been proven?” Demi asked, inspecting the page that had been passed around. The bold claims over what some of the pills do causing her some ethical concern. “What?” Chuck asked, staring at her disapprovingly. A look almost identical to the one she used to get if she interrupted Lena, before quickly learning not to. “These are not in the list of uses on the documents they sent over.” She said, sliding the page towards him and pointing at the section to the right “No, that’s why it clearly says here, may…help…with” He said, leaning in and reading the last part condescendingly slowly. “They are off label benefits” he continued, his dismissive tone again suggesting that it should be clear and common sense what that means. “But its literally on the label.” India said, coming to Demi’s defence as she pulled out one of their mock-ups that showed the packet of pills with the very claims he said was off label, written on the front of it. “Do we have a problem here?” Chuck asked, his face appearing serious for the first time since he had arrived and sitting forward in his chair. “We are not going door to door selling false promises or girl scout cookies. You are not the medical professionals, so for you it doesn’t matter if it works or not. We just need you to help us sell them and help us meet our quota. This isn’t rocket science, you are selling products that people need. You just need to convince them to buy our brand and not our competitors.” Pausing for a moment he looked at them expectantly as Dem shifted uncomfortably at where this was going. “This should be the easiest job you guys get, take our ideas, put them into a campaign I can take to my supervisors and that is that. You get paid, I get paid, everyone is happy.” “We can certainly look over them and make some suggestions.” Lena said trying to dissipate the tension, smiling sweetly at the man who seemed her complete opposite in professionalism. “Perfect. Now then who wants to go Skiing?” Chuck said happily clapping his hands together and standing up, not letting anyone continue this line of questioning or worse, letting their morals get in the way of money making. “Skiing?” Sally said, confused by the sudden change in topic. What about their presentation they had been working on all month? “Yeah you know, the long things people put on their feet, with poles to push forwards” he said miming the action and clearly finding himself hilarious. “I thought this was a business meeting about our collaboration?” Lena said confused. “It is, which means we can write off the expenses” Chuck said happily, making Demi wonder If this was the whole reason for meeting here at this resort. He didn’t seem that interested in their work, or working himself for that matter. Maybe this was all just a write off, it wouldn’t be the first client trying to stretch out a project so they can earn more money by making it take longer than necessary. Although this was the most transparent attempt, much less pointless back and forth before settling for the original. Hopping in the minibus 45 minutes later, the group and their new rental gear followed the posh black car further up the mountain. Fresh snowfall hitting the windows as Demi rubbed her hands together, thankful for the new gloves and cold weather coats Chuck and his company had paid for. Turning the next bend she could see back down the mountain, their lodge now a small spec in the distance. The realisation hitting Demi they still hadn’t technically checked in. After arriving yesterday they had been stuck in the business lodge before being swept up by Chuck and taken to the rental shop next door. Hopefully that wouldn’t cause any issues later, she would quite like an actual bed to sleep in. The benches good enough for an exhausted nights sleep, but not really something she wanted to repeat. Sipping on the free large coffee given to them while waiting in the shop she enjoyed the warmth of it spreading through her. Wiggling her feet to keep them warm in the large boots she was now wearing, they remind her of the boot she had been stuck with after tearing her Achilles playing football at University. She had been stuck with it for 8 long weeks, made even longer by the fact she couldn’t shower easily or more importantly…wet herself. It had been tempting at times, living on her own for the first time she had really embraced her fetish. Quite often peeing in the shower each morning still wearing her pyjama’s before showering in them too. Those years had definitely been the most extreme in terms of her embracing her fetish, unleashed with her freedom from her parents house. But those 8 weeks had been hard, showing her quite how addicted to it she had become. Although of all the things to become addicted to at Uni, this wasn’t exactly the worst. Finishing off her coffee Demi looked ahead out the front window, able to see the black car they were following. Despite her misgivings about Chuck, she couldn’t help but feel excited to go skiing. She had never been before, but always wanted to try it. She had gone through phases of trying most sports, including some of the more intense or extreme ones, not none had captured her interest, or were simply to expensive to do often. But with the exhilaration of rushing down the slopes, maybe this would be another one to add to her hobbies. It was kind of strange now that she thought about it, her working life seemingly as safe as possible and taking no risks, and yet she loved things that took her out of her comfort zone as pass times. Maybe she would have to start taking more risks in her business life too. She had been passed up for promotion several times and had never really complained or thought much of it. But maybe the next time would be the last. Given her experience, she was sure there would be a lot of places that would take her. Although given what had happened over the last 24 hours, she wasn't sure if it made her more or less likely to want to change. “What are you smiling about?” India asked from the chair in front. Had she been smiling? Maybe she wanted this move away more than she realised, or maybe it was the memories she had brought up from University. Her free hand subtly gravitating towards her crotch in search of the feeling that usually accompanied those morning wettings. “Just looking forward to skiing.” Demi replied, getting a smile back from India who had apparently been watching her and wasn’t buying it for one second. Turning her attention back to the window she could see them slowly approaching the base of the giant Ski slope, a large visitors station looking unaffected by the nights avalanche. “Here we go ladies” Chuck said, sliding the door open and bowing to them for some reason. His white puffer jacket making him look more like a James bond villain than the cool guy he was probably going for. “Thanks…” Demi replied as she reluctantly accepted his hand and help out of the minibus. The gentle squeeze of his hand feeling almost weird and slightly too long. She felt a little bad for being this against him since he had never actually done anything to her. But given his demeanour and how he spoke in the meeting, she wasn’t too worried about it. Exhaling deeply as they walked towards the station she saw her breath condense in the cold air, the higher altitude adding to the wind chill as it blasted past. Pulling the zipper on her coat up an extra inch she felt the first twinges from her bladder. It was strange for her to feel them this soon after peeing, but given what she had put her body through it probably shouldn’t have surprised her. “Alright then our chariots await.” Chuck said happily, walking towards the ski lift and leaving the rest of them to lug their skis along with them. His assistant currently carrying both her own and his under each arm. Waiting in line for the gondola carriages to take them to the top of the slope, Demi couldn’t help but watch as Chuck tried to flirt awkwardly with Jessie. Lena for her part was accidentally protecting her employee by bringing up things about their contract or work, to his apparent annoyance as she sipped on her second large coffee. It seemed clear to everyone but her, that he wasn’t here for work at this point. For him this was a trip for fun, never mind the rest of them. Slowly the first carriage arrived, the small white coloured box slowly rotating around the station and stopping ahead of them. Not large enough for the entire group in one go, Lena made sure to be on it with Chuck, while he himself made sure to keep Jessie close even at the expense of his assistant being forced to stay behind. But a knowing look on the woman’s face seemed to suggest this wasn’t the first or last time he put his interests above her. “Hi, I’m Demi” She said introducing herself finally now their bosses were gone. The pair stowing their skis together as the next carriage arrived and offering her a hand to shake. “I’m Beth” The blonde said, taking and shaking it gently. Taking their seats they looked out of the large glass windows, the wind picking up and throwing blusters of snow up against the cabin. “So have any of you been skiing before?” Beth asked the group, curling a leg up on the small bench they shared. “I have a few times.” India replied raising her hand, but it seemed she was the only one. "You will all be fine, trust me. I was never a sporty type and I picked it up pretty quickly." Best said, smiling at the group. “So have you been a lot?” Maggie asked, opening her bag and pulling out a packet of crisps. “A few times, Mr Dowell likes to arrange these meeting in places like this so its comes with the territory.” “Must be nice.” India said, but just got a knowing shrug from Beth who it seemed didn’t want to make to much out of it. Not wanting to press something she didn’t want to talk about Demi simply looked out at the snowy expanse passing by. Skiers passing by quickly 10 meters below them, blurs of colourful hats and reflective coats. It was weird, but it was only now that Demi was realising she was in another country. She had basically not interacted with anyone or anything beyond what she would have ordinarily. But breaking through the cloud layer a minute later there was no mistake where she was, a vista of snowy capped mountains and blue sky extended to the horizon. It really was beautiful. “Woah” Maggie said as they all felt the carriage lurch slightly on the cable. Their movement stopping as it swung gently in place. “What was that?” Demi asked nervously. “Is it me, or are we not moving?” India said standing up to look out the windows more clearly. Skiers still shooting by under them without a care in the world, everything appeared as it had done seconds before. “Maybe its just high winds and they have to pause is for a minute?” Beth said, the others feeling a little more comfortable since she had been here before. But a few minutes later they were still sat, their progress paused about halfway up the mountain. “Attention Skiers, we apologise for any inconvenience, there has been a power outage as they make emergency repairs to a powerline that supplies us after yesterday’s avalanche.” A voice came over the intercom. The speaker going silent as quickly as it had come to life, the person on the other end clearly feeling what they had said was more than enough to explain the situation. “Seriously!.” Sally said, clearly annoyed at being stuck once again, a sentiment all of them shared. They had only just gotten out of one location and now they were stuck in another. The universe seemingly intent on making them suffer, or at least stop them enjoying themselves. Slouching back on the benches the group let out a collective sigh, stuck again. “It could be worse” India offered up to the group. “How could It be worse?” Sally asked, staring out the window with a hand resting up against the glass. It reflecting back the worried and unhappy looking woman’s face as she watched the skiers go past below, ignorant of their situation. “We could be with Lena and Chuck” India smirked, managing to get a chuckle from Beth and lightening the mood considerably. “He seems like such a schmoozer, no offense” Maggie said, adding the last part as she remembered Beth was his employee and technically also their partner for this project. “He’s not that bad. He just, likes to think he is one of the good guys.” The blonde haired woman responded, clearly a little uncomfortable to be talking negatively about him. “That explains all the “chivalrous” behaviour. He is one of those people who thinks if they do stuff like that it excuses other behaviour.” Demi replied, the picture clicking into place for her. Without saying anything Beth just smiled, touching her finger to her nose and causing the others to laugh. “So why do you work for him?” India asked. “I get paid a lot and you might have noticed he doesn’t work that much. I wont stay with him forever, but its hard to say no to that combination.” “You’re using him” Maggie replied, clearly appreciating Beths work. “We are using each other.” Beth countered, clearly looking a bit uncomfortable and perhaps wondering if she had said too much. “So, what do you want to do?” Demi asked as she put her feet up on the seat, hugging her legs. Her bladder protesting for a moment as she squeezed it. “Oh, I love the company. I would just look to go into the product development. I actually qualified as a nurse before taking this job. But the product team get paid a fraction of what I do… But enough about me, what about you guys, what’s it like working for Lena?” “Its good, but she can be a little…intense?” Demi replied politically. It was the truth, but at the same time she felt bad about being negative towards Lena. Her boss was the ultimate professional and simply held others to her level, no matter the consequences. She would never ask anyone to do anything she wasn’t prepared to do, even with this weird bathroom thing she had been there right with them. After all, if Demi hadn’t been filled with the others bladders, she would probably have been totally fine. A little desperate, but nothing like what had actually happened. “So what do we do now?” Sally asked dejectedly as she sat back down. “I guess we wait, cant be that long right.” Demi said hopefully. 35 minutes later the group was sat around in almost silence, the small talk dying down as the cold set in. Thankfully the pods came equipped with emergency boxes that included foil blankets they had wrapped around themselves. The gentle crinkling of the material the only sound for the last couple of minutes other than the gentle patter of the snow being blown into the large windows. “Hey guys…its worse” Sally said awkwardly, her face burning a little red as she sat rigidly with her legs pressed against each other. Her posture already cluing Demi into what she meant, she had been seeing the signs from her for some time now. The morning coffee and water clearly working their way through her system and making her more and more uncomfortable. “Whats worse?” asked Maggie, her own posture slightly strange and her legs clearly crossed tightly over each other. “When India said it could be worse…well it is, I need to use the bathroom.” Sally admitted reluctantly, her right foot begging to bounce up and down on the spot. She had been trying to hide her desperation, but having just announced it there seemed little point to that now. “How badly?” asked India, Demi wondering if it was out of lustful curiosity or from genuine concern. A strange part of her mind feeling almost jealous that someone else’s need was getting India’s attention instead of her. “Pretty badly, I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.” She replied, the second half of the sentence getting more and more quiet. “Yeah, I kind of need to go too. We haven’t gone since…this morning and its almost 2pm.” Maggie said, eyeing Beth as she tried to skirt admitting they had all wet themselves this morning. Her legs uncrossing and re-crossing the other way around, a hand sitting gently in her lap. “I have to admit, I do need the bathroom myself. But it doesn’t seem like there is anything we can do about it.” Beth said calmly, trying on a smile to make them feel better. “Why is the world out to get me.” Sally moaned, standing up and beginning to pace around the tiny cabin like a caged animal. Its size meaning she was only taking three steps before having to turn around. “What…what if there was something we could do about it?” India said, stealing a glance at Demi before pulling out the catheter device they had used the night before. “Why do you still have that?” Maggie asked, her face slightly disgusted but also relaxed as they now had a way out of holding. “I didn’t want Lena to find it.” India said calmly, Maggie shrugging it off or simply not caring. “What makes you think I am going to agree to this again?” Demi said sternly. “Because this is a tiny cabin that means we would all get covered if anyone tries to pee in here. Plus, we don’t want to meet Chuck covered in our pee do we.” India said, raising some good points and almost sounding as if that was the real reason she wanted to do this. Demi silently wondering why she had the device, had she planned something for the two of them? Either way, it sure was “Lucky” that she had it to hand. “Ok, but we cant just do this in front of Beth, she is our client and its not very professional is it?” Demi said, trying one last challenge, not for the sake of her bladder but because she didn’t want to appear eager, the others might start to question it. “Well, I am sure Beth would give us confidentiality if we allow her to relieve herself too.” “I am sorry, what is going on here?” Beth asked, clearly confused. “Ummm…so we were trapped last night and used your catheter system to…pass liquid between us.” India explained, trying not to go into too much detail. “Oh…”Beth said, pausing for a moment as her mouth opened to say something before closing again for a few seconds. “That’s really interesting”. To their surprise, rather than being disgusted by them, it seemed she was genuinely intrigued by what they were suggesting. “Its not a product I had ever thought about before, but I can see the possible applications for this.” She said, staring thoughtfully at what was in India’s hand. “Can you?” Maggie said, scrunching her face up in disbelief. “Ok great, we all love the idea. Can we get on with it.” Sally interrupted, now marching on the spot with her hands clenching rhythmically. Handing Sally the tube she wasted no time in lowering her skiing trousers and attaching the device. Doing the same Demi couldn’t help but shiver as she exposed her bare skin to the cold temperatures. Now proficient in performing this duty it took mere moments for the process to be completed, the urine flowing from Sally and into Demi. The strange warmth and tightness filling her abdomen once more as her tired muscles complained. Her bladder that had already been warning her of her own need, was now rapidly inflating inside her as Sally peed, the morning coffee really going through the small woman and now into her. Blushing slightly, Demi couldn’t help but notice the captivated stare of Beth as she watched what was happening in front of her. Was she into this as well, or was it just her curiosity and interest in the procedure? Either way, having someone watching what they were doing so intently was both exciting and a little embarrassing. She was their business client, a professional contact within the industry. Yet here she was, watching Demi’s bladder swell from being filled by a co-worker, soon to be replaced as Sallys short stream ran dry. “My turn, then you can go if India doesn’t mind waiting?” Maggie said, accepting the device from the much-relieved Sally who sagged back down into one of the seats. “Why does this keep happening” she said sighing contently and lounging back, a sentiment that Demi shared as the second batch of pee began rushing into her. The first load still causing some strife in her bladder. “I don’t need to go.” India said, herself looking a little red faced and flustered as she watched. The attention Demi was getting from her turning what should have been a horrible sensation into something much more fun. Her lover watching as her bladder grew and grew, the desperation getting worse and worse, a tantalising prospect for both women. This time there was considerably less pressure from Maggie, the last time the poor woman must really have been about to burst. But even so, while the pee was flowing into her slower, it seemed just as copious as her aching bladder really began to protest. The gentle warm numbness and subtle complaints, being replaced by the all too familiar pulses and ache she had battled all of yesterday. Her bladder once again stretching to its limits as it accepted its second bladder full of pee. The sensations not helped by the sudden and massive influx, compared to the partial pees she had taken before. But even so, this felt far more manageable. Rubbing her bloating organ Demi was glad to feel the flow stop as Maggie disconnected herself. Her pee putting a dent in her capacity for sure, but Demi was in no doubt she could still comfortably hold more. The aches and pulses would dissipate soon enough, she had taken at least this amount on what she had believed was a full bladder yesterday. Although she would have to be careful not to strain herself too much, her body still recovering from being pushed and filled so much. “Are you sure its ok?” Beth asked nervously, taking the end of the device she had been handed. “Its ok, as long as we keep this between us.” Demi nodded, trying to fight the instinctual tightening of her muscles as a pulse hit her harder than she expected. “Ok thank you” The blonde haired woman said as she adjusted her skirt and leggings underneath. “Ohhhahhh” Beth moaned in relief as she peed, the woman clearly feeling more of a need than she was letting on moments earlier. A clear stream of pee rushing out of her and through the tube. Despite her confidence, Inside Demi the pressure was increasing exponentially. Unlike the others which had taken her from comfortable to uncomfortable, this was taking her even further. Her skin was stretching more and more as Beth continues to pee, blissfully unaware of what Demi was feeling. The brunette’s muscles starting to twitch as she tried not to squirm, her legs gently brushing against one another as she put on a brave face. On and on the pee went, for almost 40 seconds the slim blonde peed and it wasn’t like she was a slow pee’er. Her bladder was just seemingly bigger than the others of the group, her un-desperate state a mirage of how much she was holding. A small ocean of pee that had now forced itself through the tube and into Demi. A sheen of sweat was building up on her face and body, her lips pursed and squeezed shut as she struggled not to groan, her bladder beginning to struggle in earnest. But she had agreed to this, there couldn’t be much more…could there? Beth’s substantial pee was starting to worry her, breaking her confidence slightly as she expanded, her body now bloated substantially with her clients pee. The rapid inflation causing all sorts of ripples and painful pulses to race through her, some she hadn’t even felt last time the others had forced her to hold their pee. Resting a hand on her bladder as it continued to grow she could feel the pee bubbling away inside, vibrations from her twitching muscles making it seem like she could feel the pee rushing into her, or maybe she could? Biting her lip she gently rubbed the balloon like tightness in her skin hoping for some comfort, but only sending static electric like shocks racing across its taught surface. Finally Beth’s pee ended after almost a minute, the blonde carefully adjusting herself and making her clothes presentable. Still sitting on the floor Demi wedging her left foot under herself to jam her muscles closed. The pressure inside of her much greater than it had been, but slowly ebbing away as her body adjusted to its new load once more. Even so, while she could feel her body adjusting to her uncomfortable fullness, she had to keep reminding herself that she had taken more than this before. Groaning lightly, she heaved herself up and back onto one of the benches, just in time to feel the cabin lurch. The movement causing the contents of her bladder to shift, pulling out another moan of discomfit from between her lips. A spasm causing her hole body to shudder and muscles to weaken for a moment. But looking out of the window, she could see they were on their way once more. “Really…” She lamented out loud, getting a crooked smile from India. The universe once again testing her, if they had just had a bit more patience then they could have all just gone at the top. They had miss timed it by a matter of minutes, but maybe this was a blessing in disguise. Feeling her bladder throb she focused on it, enjoying the desperate and forbidden feeling again that made her breath catch in her chest. Last night had gone a little further than she ideally wanted too in terms of discomfort, pushing herself well beyond the edge of anything she had known previously. But now, as she sat there almost filled to bursting point again, she could enjoy it, especially knowing that she would soon be at a toilet. Allowing herself a moment she squirmed slightly, pressing a hand between her toned legs, enjoying the look and hard swallow it elicited from India. The other woman’s face blushing slightly as she couldn’t help but watch as Demi squirmed. As much as India was in charge of her bladder, she still had control over the other woman and was able to push all the buttons she wanted. Removing her hand as she felt her bladder calm a little, a simple cross of the leg sufficient to support her muscles and keep her bladder in check, for the time being. looking across the cabin she noticed Beth scrawling something on a piece of paper. Was she taking notes about what had just happened? She said she was interested in product design, but what could she possibly be thinking? Surely this wasn’t something that happened frequently, or maybe there was a demand for these products she wasn’t aware of. Either way she was happy to be on the move and so it seemed were the others. Arriving at the top 10 minutes later they once again stepped out into the cold, the wind at this altitude much colder and whipping past faster than it had been at the bottom. Moving forwards out of the hut they quickly noticed Lena and Jessie standing to the side in rapt conversation. “Where are the others?” Beth asked as the group reassembled, clearly worried she had been forgotten by her boss as she carted his ski’s along. “Oh, they couldn’t control themselves again and have gone to find the bathrooms. As for your boss, he mentioned something about compensation.” Lena said, clearly frustrated by the basic need to pee that her employees her exhibiting again. But looking at her boss, Demi was surprised it wasn’t Lena who had run off. The bulge in her abdomen she had seen this morning still there and if possible, it even seemed to have grown. Their boss clearly full but unwilling to give into her needs and making Demi wonder how much she could hold before she burst like the rest of them. She had always thought of herself as having a far above average bladder, proven true by her exploits yesterday. But for Lena to still be holding more than 24 hours later and after drinking so much, perhaps her giant bladder wasn’t alone here. “Well if we are waiting, I think I could do with a drink.” India said, looking towards the visitors centre and coffee shop that was here at the top of the mountain. “Good idea, if you wouldn’t mind getting me a refill.” Lena said, taking out the large thermos she had apparently added to the two large coffees, coffee pot and bottle of water she’d drunk so far today, despite it only being early afternoon. A tally Demi was quietly keeping track of in fascination with her bosses bladder and its capabilities. She had never seen her remotely desperate to pee, even after working with her for years, she never even saw her entertain the idea of using the toilet at work. Although to be fair, it was rare for her to use it as well. India quickly took the empty thermos eagerly from her boss and exchanging a look with Demi as if she was thinking the same thing she had moments before. “Good news ladies!” A voice called from beside them as a very happy looking Chuck walked towards them. “I have managed to get us all a free skiing lesson package as compensation for being stuck.” “Awesome” Sally said, seeming genuine in her appreciation of his efforts. Gratefully accepting the pass and some other things from Chuck. He sure did know how to get the most out of anything, Demi beginning to read through the leaflet he had given her as well. “We just need to wait for the others to come back from the bathroom.” Maggie replied. Her sentiment causing a ripple of discomfort to flow through Demi. Maybe she should go and find the toilets before this, the pulses in her bladder strong enough to worry her now let alone when she was exerting herself. Rubbing her distended bladder Demi felt it still protesting, but now with a pleasurable warmth and desperation. Her gently rubbing soothing it slightly, even as it added to the pressure and need to pee she felt. “I think I might go and…” She started. “Hi guys, I got you all something.” India said loudly, cutting her off and appearing with Jessie and the others. Each of them holding a large beverage of some sort. “Here you go boss, they weren’t able to fill up your thermos from the coffee machine, so I got you a tea in that, but I got you a coffee separately.” She said handing over the large thermos and giant coffee. Lena grateful accepting them both, stowing the thermos and taking the coffee to hand. Her bottomless bladder only tied for size with her bottomless need and ability to drink coffee. Watching India, Demi instantly spotted the other large coffees in her hands, sighing as she realised what India was doing. There was no way this was pure generosity, she wanted her to drink more to increase her desperation. But to disguise it she had bought one for everyone. The slim and secretly scheming woman handing each of them a large cup of coffee, the others thanking her genuinely, but Demi knew her game. “Were you going to say something Demi?” Lena asked, already drinking steadily from her cup. “I….its nothing.” Demi shrugged off, catching India’s gaze who just smiled at her, causing her heart and bladder to flutter slightly. Why was this so enticing, Demi kicked herself. Slamming her feet onto the ski’s to lock her boots into place Demi’s couldn’t stop herself from letting out a grunt. The shockwaves flowing through her bladder and causing some immense discomfort as her muscles retracted and its contents sloshed violently around inside her. “Alright then guys, lets start out simple.” The guide said, the rugged Swiss man capturing the attention of many of the women of the group. “All I want you to do is climb up the slope like this.” He said, twisting sideways and side stepping up the slope with ease. “Then when you get to that market post there, just slowly come back down. Remember you slow down by twisting your feet inwards into a V, but be careful not to cross the ski’s.” Stepping up the slope Demi felt her thighs burning and in a strange way taking her mind off her bladder. But coming back down was another thing, pushing off she could feel each and every tiny bump reverberating up through her legs, the semi squatting position doing nothing for her predicament as her poor bladder pulsed viciously inside her. Stopping at the bottom she couldn’t help but throw a hand between her legs for a moment, squeezing her crotch and blushing madly when the instructor asked her if everything was ok. But despite this, it seemed she was a natural, or at least not a total novice. Her and India managing to go up and down several times with no issues, graduating to the slightly larger slope next to it while the other remained behind. The pair of them sidling up next to each other one foot at a time. “Oooah” Demi groaned, her bladder really starting to burn inside of her. Her overloaded organ stretched from its contents and now from this exercise. Each time she had to separate her legs over the last 30 minutes it was getting harder and harder, threatening to spell the end of her control. She didn’t feel as dangerously full as last time, but unlike then she wasn’t just sat around doing nothing. Plus she could already feel her defences beginning to fatigue, each time she reached the bottom they needed the reassurance of a squeeze of her hands. The Coffee India had bought her speeding through her system and joining the copious lake of liquid already inside her. “Oh god” She whimpered again, doubling over as a particularly strong pulse hit her. “That bladder of yours must be feeling pretty full by now.” India said beside her, the red head having watched intently as the battle between Demi and her bladder heated up. “Yes it is, I wonder why?” Demi shot back sarcastically, still bent over. “Shame…” India said wistfully. “What’s a shame?” “I was just thinking it’s a shame you are not allowed to pee until we reach the bottom of the hill.” India said, laying down the challenge to Demi and her bladder. Feeling another pulse Demi knew she should just say no, ignore the crazy woman intent on torturing her. But she couldn’t, the allure of the challenge, the fantasy of once again being at her mercy too much for her primitive mind. “Just you wait” Demi said, scowling playfully at India and accepting the bet, her bladder throbbing inside her as she finally stood up straight. “For what?” India said playfully biting on her finger innocently. “For your turn, don’t think I will be going lightly on you after everything you have done to me.” Demi said playfully sternly, but she was testing their relationship now. This time yesterday she had barely known India and now here she was trying to be the dominant one. Would she go for it, or was this a one way road, not that Demi minded either way. “Well then, this kitty has claws.” India growled, clearly enjoying the more authoritative display from Demi despite the wiggles and restricted pee dancing that was going on. “But you should know, you are not the only one with an iron bladder. So I wouldn’t get your hopes up too far.” She added confidently nodding. “Now I think we should finish up here and head for a drink before starting down the hill, don’t you?” she added, possibly spurred on by the authoritative moment from Demi and keep to show her who was the boss this time. Feeling tingles of lust, excitement and desperation mixing in her abdomen Demi could barely move her legs. Willing them not to fail on her now as she unsteadily started after India back down the slope once more, her heart beating a little faster now as she almost chased after her partner. The excitement she was feeling less from the skiing and much more because she had just crossed another boundary. India was up for her challenges too, so as much as Demi had enjoyed being filled to her absolute limit, it would be fun to do the same to India. Ever since the admission of interest and India peeing freely in front of their boss she had been wondering about it, did she like holding as well, would India hold for her until she burst, or was it going to be just her desperately paraded around by the ruby headed woman? Even just that would have been enough for her, but for her to be willing to hold just added a new layer to what the two of them could get up to together, the possibilities endless and her previous desires and dreams flooding her mind like she was 16 again. “Well done guys, that’s it for this lesson.” Their instructor said as the group gathered around. “Demi, India, I am not sure how much more you will get out of this slope. You have both picked it up quickly so if you want to move onto the main slope then I would feel comfortable with you both doing so. The rest of you can as well of course, but I am available for another 45 minute session here if you want it.” Eyeing her India raised her eyebrows at Demi, it wasn’t hard to figure out why. So grabbing their skis and leaving the others too it they left the beginners park and headed towards the main slope. “Lets head into the visitor centre for a drink first.” India interjected as they approached it. “God, I do not need another drink.” Demi moaned “Perfect” India smiled as the made their way over, Demi rolling her eyes at her. Finding a bench outside Demi allowed herself a moment to squeeze herself, the pressure giving her some much needed support as India went to order their drinks. The heavy weight inside her only increasing as all of the drinks she had already had today mixed with the contents from her already full bladder. Under her warm winters clothes she could feel it stretching out of her and pressing against her leggings and the waterproof trousers she had on, on top of them. The dual waist bands adding additional pressure that she didn’t need right now. Crossing her legs she started to bounce them, now out of sight of their boss and client there was no reason to pretend, especially as it was what India wanted. Speaking of, she had been gone for longer than she thought she would have needed to be, what could she possibly be planning? A couple of minutes later she reappeared, carrying a tray with a large teapot on it and several cups. “Those bathrooms are fancy” India grinned, the mere mention of one making Demi moan softly. “How come you get to go?” Demi complained, fighting the impulse to follow suit. “I don’t remember me not going be a rule? Anyway, you can go soon. Just drink up and we can head down.” Grabbing the heavy teapot Demi grunted slightly as it seemed to pull on her abdominal muscles, forcing her to place it back on the tray. “Here let me” India said, picking it up and carefully pouring it out into one of the cups, filling it almost to the brim before putting it back down. “I…aren’t you having some?” Demi asked, wondering why she hadn’t taken a cup for herself. “No, I wasn’t thirsty.” “India, this is for four people!” Demi cried, looking at the giant pot of hot water on the table, three more white cups still stacked together next to it. “I guess you had better start drinking, or we will never get out of here.” India said, her voice deep and unforgiving. “I cant drink that much, I will literally burst.” Demi complained softly, her leg wiggling increasing drastically. But looking across the table at India, she could see that she wasn’t letting up, the horny devil on both their shoulders pushing them to do this, even though they both knew the risks. Reluctantly picking up the cup Demi began to slurp down the tea. The hot liquid rushing down her throat and pooling in her abdomen which was already radiating with its own heat. Each cup that entered her instantly replaced by another as India poured it. A seemingly never ending stream of hot tea designed for a group of people but now all entering her. None of it was reaching her bladder yet, but it wouldn’t be long before it started trickling through and given the volume of the pot, that would likely be the beginning of the end of her control. “How did you know?” Demi asked quietly a few minutes later, catching India somewhat off guard as they had been sitting in almost silence. Her bladders assaulter seemingly content to just watch her drink and struggle not to wet herself. “Know what?” India replied. “That I would be into it, pretty big gamble. I mean you did make me piss myself in front of the boss.” Demi said between mouthfuls, draining the last of the 4th…5th? Cup of tea and automatically placing it back down next to India who was all to happy to fill it back up again. “Yeah sorry…that may have been a little too far.” India admitted, pouring the dark brown water into Demi; s cup and only stopping once it neared the rim. “I really did expect Lena to have to pee at some point. She didn’t even go at the services. I am starting to think you might not have the biggest bladder here after all” “Yeah, but still” Demi asked, shuffling her legs and looking into India’s eyes. “I mean come on, when I went on your PC there were dozens if not hundreds of porn videos in your history. Its not like it was hard to figure out what you were into.” India said slightly too loudly for Demi’s liking and causing her to blush. “But I also figured you had something you were going to “do” while we were away. Given we don’t speak all too often and you asked me like 6 times when exactly we would be back. Part of me wondered if you had someone coming round, but according to Jessie you aren’t in a relationship.” India continued, indicating for Demi to keep drinking with a nod of her head. “Wasn’t” Demi smiled back, raising an eyebrow. Her heart fluttering for a moment as she tried to force her confidence, had she gone too far. Why was she doing this, pushing things that didn’t need to be pushed. “Oh really” India smiled, leaning back “You want to put a label on this.” “Well, sexy lesbian who makes me pee myself was a bit long” Demi replied thankful India hadn’t made to much of her desperate insecurities and raising the cup to her mouth without looking away. “I don’t know, I think it has a ring to it” India said smiling. Looking deep into her eyes Demi could feel the connection between the two, it was genuine and thankfully not entirely based on their shared fetish. It certainly had helped, after all here she was with someone who just seemed to get her and who knew her deep dark secret. But she was not only totally ok with it, but actually shared it! “Alright lets speed this up or I am going to piss myself before that thing is empty.” Demi said, spurred on by their conversation despite the tightness in her bladder increasing for every moment that passed. Picking up the three extra cups she laid them out in a line, grabbing the pot and feeling relieved at how much lighter it was…although that did mean it was all in her. Pouring out the tea she filled the first three, but about half way up the fourth the stream of tea slowed to a trickle. The dripping of the water not helping her comfort levels or desperation. Picking up the first cup she drank heartily, her stomach complaining at the continued onslaught of liquid, it too now bloating wildly. But ignoring the complaints from both it and her bladder Demi swiftly moved onto cup two, then three and finally with an unsteady hand and jiggling thighs she picked up the final cup. Draining its contents with some difficulty as ever her throat tried to stop her swallowing it, but finally her great task was complete. The giant pot of tea consumed and now coursing its way through her system at speed. “Okay, we need to go before that reaches my bladder.” Demi said, standing swiftly and groaning deeply as her stomach and bladder pulsed in unison, upset by the sudden movements. “You’re so fucking hot right now.” India said, apparently her thoughts coming out of her mouth with no filter as she blushed slightly from the sudden compliment. “Yeah well, all my “hotness” is about to rush down my legs so if you wouldn’t mind…” Demi said, desperately indicating for them to leave. Her affection and desire to satisfy India's fantasies had fuelled her drinking, but given how much was inside her aching bladder already there was only going to be so much more she could take before she would end up losing control. A fact that was only reinforced as she felt her bladder spasm inside her, a significant sign she was reaching the edges of control. The last time she had felt one that strong was only about an hour before she had wet herself in front of everyone. The memory and her current desperation making her a little weak at the knees, but she couldn’t afford to dwell on this, she needed to get down the slope. Snapping on her Skis more carefully this time Demi was already aware of the ticking timebomb inside her. The pressure and need to pee she was feeling now relentless and it was only getting worse. Even with her careful stepping into her ski’s, the fact she had to change her posture seemed to cause her bladder some serious trouble. Her legs almost buckling as she raised one foot to put on the ski, the position straining her bloated abdomen painfully. Stooping into position she pushed off with India close behind, her bladder instantly complaining as she separated her legs a shoulders width apart. Gaining speed she lent over more, feeling her body compress her bladder and causing her to grunt loudly as she sped down the slope. Each twist or change of direction caused her to groan as she moved her muscles that wanted nothing more than to let go of her over taxed bladder. The small adjustments causing painful pulses to once again fly out and race around her body. The only blessing was, when she needed to slow she could press her legs together, careful not to overlap the ski’s but enjoying the rest bite. Despite this she couldn’t help but feel trapped, needing to reach the bottom as soon as possible, but occasionally needing to slow and help her ailing muscles. Halfway down the steepness seemed to increase, the slope becoming more advanced and meaning slowing wasn’t an easy option. Her muscles now tired after 15 minutes of this torture, she was worried she was going to start losing control soon. The aches and pains of her muscles really starting to blend together, each flex or relaxation of a muscle could be the wrong one. Her abdomen a tight mess of pulses and pains, joined by her burning thighs and arms which were putting in the work to keep her going. Every divot of snow, stone or patch of ice causing her to groan loudly, hoping no one could hear her pained noises. Her only hope speed, but that just made things worse whenever she hit anything. Going over a patch of uneven ice she felt her body vibrate across the rough surface for a few seconds. The strange feeling causing her entire body to tingle, but hitting the soft snow once more she was groaned out loud. The smallest lip of compact ice jarring her body from her feet to her head, straight through her perilously full bladder. Unable to control herself she instinctively moved her thigh’s closer together, the impact reverberating up her legs and shaking her bladder violently. Hissing air out through her clenched jaw Demi was really starting to worry. Her defences had been rattled and were threatening to give way to the powerful blast of desperation that had exploded from inside her abdomen. The usual tactic of moving her legs together and protecting her aching and quivering muscles, doing nothing but slowing her progress. Her skis pitching inwards and losing all of her momentum. Grunting again she shoved a clenched fist between her legs as she doubled over for a moment, her legs and bladder burning from how much effort she was forcing them to put in. Looking up as sweat dripped from her brow even in spite of such low temperatures, she could make out the visitors centre at the bottom of the hill, she was almost there! Grimacing behind her scarf she clenched her sticks in a death grip and pushed off, ignoring the fierce pulses and pangs of discomfort flowing through her. The bloated and bulging mess of a bladder, still just about contained by her abused muscles. They had been given no rest since the last hold, from one extreme situation to another. Now forced to hold almost as much, but also survive the added trauma of hurtling down the mountain at some speed. Breathing heavily her eyes locked onto the building ahead of her, Demi using it as inspiration or bribery for her bladder muscles to just hold on a little longer. She was almost there, just one more minute and she could pee. The restless lake inside of her could finally be let out. For the last 100m a surge of desperate anxious intensity hit her hard, an almost excited feeling overcoming her as she approached the lodge. Reaching the forecourt she clicked off her ski’s not even bothering to pick them up, just letting them slide under the rack they were supposed to be neatly stored on. Gripping herself tightly as she ran up the stairs she could finally close her aching legs, walking with an awkward gate through the automatic doors. Ahead of her she could see it, the universal sign of a ladies room! “Where do you think you are going speedy.” A voice came from beside her, India having reached the bottom moments before her. “I need to pee.” Demi said, half ignoring her and continuing the waddle towards her salvation. “I think we should have one more drink.” India said, her voice playful but the demand not so much. “Come on India, you said I could pee when we got here…Please.” Demi begged, stopping where she was and bobbing on the spot desperately. Ignoring the looks from the other patrons and skiers, probably wondering why there was a grown woman doing an obvious pee dance in the entrance way. “I said you could only pee at the bottom, I didn’t say when.” India responded, taking Demi’s hand into hers as she approached her closely. “I am going to wet myself. I don’t know how much longer I can hold this!” demi pleaded quietly to her as their bodies almost touched. The same electricity she had felt between them both last night ever present. “Lets go find a table then maybe you can pee.” India responded, the devil inside her wanting to prolong this as long as possible. But Demi wasn’t sure she could play this game any longer, even if she wanted too. But unable to say no to the woman so intimately close to her, she let herself get led away from the toilets and towards the restaurant. Her bladder loudly complaining as its release was delayed even longer. The angry and consistent nagging from it, increasing in intensity despite no longer skiing, the copious amounts of liquid she had been made to consume finally starting to catch up with her. Finding a secluded area on the outskirts of the seating outside, Demi threw herself onto the bench having at some point lost India. Desperately she crossed her legs tightly, writhing in desperation. Screwing her eyes closed she swept her legs back and forth, her heels bouncing up and down as she fought back wave after wave of desperation. Somehow it felt even worse than it had this morning, the pain was less but the desperation, it just felt worse. The angry pangs from her bladder and anxious pulses from it driving her mad as she writhed in desperate agony on the bench. Her hands glued to her crotch as she tried to sure up her aching and almost failing defences. The fact she had been expecting to pee immediately after arriving making it 10 times worse, not to mention the fact that she could technically go and pee right now. She could, she should, just stand up and go to the bathroom. It was right there! Yet even as she looked longingly in that direction feeling an unsurmountable need to pee, she didn't move, she had been forbidden from peeing by India and for some reason that meant everything to her. “Here we go.” India said a few moments later, interrupting Demi's self-pity and placing a beer down in front of her. “You cant be serious, Ive got 4 bladders worth of pee inside me. I need to go to the bathroom.” Demi Whined again, but got no response from India who simply sat down opposite her. India's face flushed and clearly enjoying the show Demi was putting on, her erect nipples clearly poking through her fleece, and joined by a horny glassy eyed look on the red heads face. At least someone was enjoying this Demi thought to herself, a pain radiating out of her core which felt ready to explode any moment. Even her twisted and tightly knotted legs did little to offset the intense need to pee she was feeling. “Drink up.” India said, her voice cracking slightly. Reluctantly raising the glass to her lips Demi once again felt her body quiver as the amber liquid entered her mouth. Swallowing with some effort she managed to drink a few mouthfuls before a crippling spasm hit her, forcing her to put the glass down. Rocking in her seat with both hands between her legs Demi could feel the panic starting to creep in now, she was in dire straits and feeling things she hadn’t even felt that morning. There was a real danger she was going to pee herself, in public, surrounded by dozens of people. “im going to piss myself” She half groaned, half whimpered breathlessly. “No, your not” India said authoritatively, commanding her to hold it longer. But right now it didn’t feel like it was up to Demi, her muscles starting to revolt and tremble violently of their own accord. “I cant hold it, im about to pee.” Demi said slightly panicked, her legs bouncing with fervent speed as she tried to buy herself a minute. “No, your not.” India repeated. “Im serious, I…” “No you are going to hold it and finish your drink. If you leak then you will have to hold it till we are back at the lodge.” India said, sliding across the tall glass still mostly full of beer towards her. Her other hand under the table and possibly explaining why India herself was wobbling in her seat, sweat gathering on her face which now almost matched her hair colour. Faint twitches in her eyes as her shoulder moved around in small circles, her nostrils flaring with each deep breath as India watched her intently. Her gaze almost unblinking as she watched Demi's every desperate movement. Picking it up Demi drank deeply from the glass, wanting to put on a show for her lover. Leaving only a small amount in the bottom of the glass she felt her bladder spasm powerfully again and forced her to place the glass back down heavily. The glass almost getting chipped as Demi threw her hands between her legs, her elbows bowing out slightly by the sheer mass of her bladder bulge. She was there, at the edge of control, she had to go, NOW! Pulling up with all her might she tried to keep it together, to squeeze herself shut like a vice. But even as she shoved her hands deeply against herself, she could feel her muscles trembling, vibrating and finally they started to fail. “Oh shit” Demi whispered, her hands suddenly warm as a burst of pee shot through her muscles, hissing loudly and splattering against her waterproof over-trousers. Her crotch suddenly warm and wet, her tight leggings trapping some of it against her skin. “No, Hold it!” India said, although unlike the commands this one was much more surprised sounding. Her body jerking slightly as India herself moaned breathlessly. Short sharp gasps escaping her as she continued to twitch sporadically. “I cant…I…I…” Demi spluttered but it was no use. A second burst of wetness hissed into her leggings, a heavily pressurised stream that splattered forcefully against her hands still pressing intensely between her legs. Soon a third, then a fourth and finally the dam broke, a constant squelching hiss emanating from Demi who groaned in pain and pleasure as her bladder finally exploded all over herself. The ocean of pee erupting like a geyser between her legs, a torrent of liquid spilling out of her, rushing down her legs and splattering noisily onto the bare concrete ground under her. The layer of snow instantly melting as it was covered in Demi's burning hot pee. “oOooOO” Demi moaned again, rocking in her seat with each pulse from her bladder. Her hands relaxing and almost enjoying the warmth spreading out from her crotch. Her legs drenched by the deluge of piss, but not noticeable because of the second layer of trousers. Breathing heavily Demi’s eyes rolled back, her body sagging where she sat as she gave up all pretences of holding anything back. But feeling something touch her left side she opened her eyes. At some point India had come around and was now sat next to her, an animalistic look of lust plastered across her face which now pressed against hers. Kissing passionately she could feel India’s ragged breaths as she failed to control her emotions, their closeness and the thundering of pee leaving her, causing Demi to groan deeply. Leaning into India she felt a hand sneaking into her trousers, the gentle explorative touches enough to almost make her orgasm on the spot. Biting her lip Demi forced her head into India’s shoulder, using it to muffle her moans of pleasure as India moved her hand around inside her drenched underwear. For the second time today she had, or rather was, still pissing herself. The stream now being blocked occasionally by India's hand which suddenly increased its pace, pressing and exploring her with an intensive frenzied desire. Slamming her hands into the table Demi's fingers and toes curled as she was overcome by explosive ecstasy. India somehow finding all the most pleasurable spots, her fingers entering her and causing Demi to groan loudly, but she was beyond caring if anyone noticed. Shaking with pleasure Demi gripped the table, her nails scratching along the wooden surface as her back arched and a silent scream of pure pleasure left her, the jet of pee still shooting into her clothes stopping intermittently as her muscles contracted around India’s fingers still inside her. Instantly she became lost in the pleasure, her head lost to the clouds as she erupted in more ways than one. For seconds she shivered in ecstasy, her body brought to the painful brink of control before finding the ultimate pleasure in a way that only seemed to enhance the mind blowing orgasm Demi was having. Her face flushed bright red and chest still heaving Demi returned back to her body after some moments. Sagging down even more into a puddle of pleasure, her pee finally stopping. “Holy shit.” India said breathlessly. “Muhun” Was all Demi managed, her mind actually wrecked by what had just happened. Looking into each others eyes they shared another moment of silence, knowing exactly how each other was feeling. “Worth it right?” India smiled a few seconds later. “Totally…but don’t think that gets you off the hook. You have made me piss myself twice now!” Demi said, her senses returning and legs beginning to rapidly cool. Her absolutely drenched leggings were sticking to her soft skin and the pee caught by the material chilling her. Yet no one could see a thing, other than the absolutely massive puddle under the table. Meters worth of snow melted by her accident...if she could call it that. Rubbing her eyes Demi sat forwards, she felt exhausted. But looking at the glass in front of her, she knew exactly what India would be doing to make it up to her. ----------------------------------------------------- As always thank you for your comments and I would love to know what you guys think! Hope you enjoyed, and it was worth the wait. I wonder what Demi might be plotting for India?
  7. I am not sure how you managed to do it but you got the focus of desperation and all the Omo content in, a lot of scientific information and a compelling story all into this without any one part of those feeling overwhelming. Really well written and I love the premise and idea. Would definitely read more if you ever intended on adding a third part to it.
  8. Given the interest in continuing this story, you will be happy to hear I have started work on the next chapter. I also had a think about possible chapters and where I think this could go, I currently have 6 more chapter ideas that should hopefully flow into each other well enough. Most of them don't focus on Catheter play but there will be more for those who enjoy it. It took quite a while to write this one so I am not going to promise a release schedule. But if you are interested I would follow this story if you want to see more from it. I may intersperse the release of this with any other ideas I have, should they be good enough / get the creative writing juices flowing. Thank you for the interest and comments, definitely some interesting ideas and I am humbled by the fact people felt interested enough in these characters to want and think more about them beyond what is already written. I am always interested in seeing what people think / where they want it to go. I don't guarantee anything as I have planned things out a bit more now, but its always fun to see peoples ideas and who knows if they might end up in future chapters.
  9. Thank you, yes I almost thought about putting something like that in this story. Its an extra niche, but there have been a couple of stories on here where I think it involves that. I may even have done it in the past? but I dont know for certain. Thank you, that means a lot. Its the last one for now but I have some ideas for 3 - 4 more chapters. This was as far as I planned to go originally but I had some ideas while writing so it will probably get a couple more chapters. Thank you, glad you liked the first chapters enough to say that without even reading the latest one! I worried people might have been frustrated with the slow build up so its nice to know people enjoyed it. Definitely agree, most of my stories are kind of planned out with a set plot line which can make it hard to create a sequel that makes sense, at least without rehashing the same storyline. I like your idea about Lola maybe working somewhere else, especially with the hospitality industry. I quite often throw in characters from other stories into new ones if they make sense. I like to think most of my stories are set in the same "universe" and some may even be happening at the same time. For example, I don't know how obvious it was but the Lena in this story, at least in my head, was the Lena from the last chapter of Holders of Iron house but some years later. I find it weirdly fun trying to get cross overs in some way. I almost put Melody from the Customers Come First into this story as the person who suggests using the devices, given her previous experiences, but decided against it at the last minute.
  10. Chapter 4: Tipping the Scales Sitting down with the others Demi eyed them slightly, the group clearly relaxing as they drank their beers. The free booze taking the edge off what would ordinarily have been a bit of a worrying predicament. After all, while they may no longer need to pee they were still trapped. “Crisps?” India asked still near the bar, holding up a packet of salted crisps and other bar snacks before tossing some to each of them as they held up their hands. Crossing her legs, Demi instead put a hand on her thigh, pressing firmly into her skin as she leaned forwards slightly. Her bladder and body were throbbing in desperation and discomfort as it tried to get attuned to the new contents and pressure inside her. Looking down she could see her bladder sticking out several inches at this point, the pot belly replacing her ordinarily flat stomach. Its contents continuing to swirl and press up against her muscles that somehow, were still holding the ocean inside at bay. But in forcing her body to do so, she was really pushing it to its limits. Even as she sat there, her legs tightly crossed and trying to act normally, her entire body was burning. Sweat starting to form all over her as a stress response to what she was making it do, even her well trained muscles were starting to struggle with her demands. Chewing her bottom lip she could feel the nerves creeping back in, her legs uncrossing and re-crossing the other way around. There was absolutely no way she could hold it much longer and yet she wanted to. Caught in a strange feeling of not wanting to let India down by wetting herself almost a stronger impulse to hold than loosing her job. But feeling a painful fork shoot up her right side where running gear constricted her bladder, she decided she’d had enough of this. “Im going to go and get changed” She said, the others looking over or not caring about what she had just said as they enjoyed their new comfort. Grabbing her bag she found a secluded corner, stripping off her athletic ware she breathed in relief as her bladder was finally able to expand fully. The tight line across her abdomen leaving her skin red and almost bruised looking due to the force being applied by her bloated bladder. Pressing on it she squirmed, her legs squeezing together as she played with her bladder. Looking down she looked weeks if not months pregnant at this point, the normal sized bladder bulge she had seen more than once with her holds, replaced by a giant mound. Her skin pulled tight over her extended midsection so painfully full of pee. Taking a finger she tried to press it in again, but it was completely rock sold, her organ clearly full to the brim and unable to be compressed by a not so gentle prod. Groaning quietly as she leant over to grab her pyjama’s jogging bottoms and a loose shirt she was still finding a way of enjoying the sensations going on inside her as she stayed bent over a few extra moments to enjoy the pressure. Her mind going back to last night when she had worn these clothes, blissfully unaware of the day that would follow her. If she had known would she had peed? or would she have held it anyway? She honestly didn’t know at this point, something that was slightly concerning to her. But then again, when was the last time she actually had fun, or did anything that felt as exciting as this. Her life had become monotonous in the worst way, but now she found herself living one of her ultimate sexual fantasies and surrounded by other desperate women. Was this why she was enjoying it so much, because it was so unlike anything she had done in months or years? What her younger self wouldn't have given to be in this position, although if it hadn't been her co-workers and boss it would probably have been more fun. Especially given the extra unseen forces for India somehow finding out her secret, but she had known for months and not said anything? Demi's thoughts going back to the conversation and now able to process her remarks. Why had India waited until now, she would have let her use her just like the others anyway. Why admit what she knew to her? Looking over she couldn’t help but see India in a new light, no longer the quiet social able one she was a cruel mistress hidden under the cute exterior. She couldn't believe how she had switched so easily between her bladders task master and friendly co-worker to the others, look at her over there at the bar, the way the light danced off her long scarlet hair, her smile even the way she laughed at something Becca said…shit, was she getting feelings for her co-worker… No, its just the haze of desperation she tried to convince herself. Kicking her clothes into her bag instead of risking bending over, Demi gave herself a moment to press between her legs both for the enjoyment and reassurance it gave her that she could hold. The pressure had abated a little with the much looser clothing, although even with the ribbon pulls completely loose her trousers were tighter than she could ever remember them being. Walking back out she took her seat again, sitting down slowly and carefully she saw a knowing smile from India. “Hey, so we were just asking. If you could live in any tv series, book or film universe what would you choose?” Sally asked cheerfully, clearly feeling a lot better. “Uuuhh…” Demi responded, surprised by the random question. “So far we have had, Narnia from Sally, Avengers from Jessie..” “For Captain America” Jessie chimed in, her face still looking a little clammy but appearing much calmer than she had earlier. Knowing the feeling Demi was sure that the pulses and extreme discomfort she had felt the first time had likely subsided and helped Jessie feel more in control again. “You realise Chris Hemsworth exists in this world right?” Demi asked, getting a thoughtful look from her housemate as if she had never considered that. “Star wars from Maggie and I said Lord of the Rings.” Becca finished the round. “I dunno, maybe Westworld?” Demi shrugged “Oh yeah!” Jessie laughed, a couple of others smirking at her. “What?” Demi asked, although she was already regretting her answer now she had thought about it. “Nothing, but we all know what that park was really made for” Becca joked. “Gross, no its just I love cowboy stuff but who wants to die of Polio.” Demi countered their remarks. “Don’t you have to be rich to go to the park thing in that show?” India asked, still leaning on the bar. “Well yeah, but come on if Jessie can pick Marvel to date Captain America, I can be rich in mine?” “Fair” Becca said, holding an open bag of crisps towards her. Taking a crisp Demi smiled for the first time in what felt like ages. Her body relaxing slightly despite complaints from her bladder as she sat back and the group started to get to know each other without the distractions of phone or televisions. “Guys, I need to pee again.” Becca announced a couple of hours later, her leg bouncing having increased steadily through the evening. The cheerful atmosphere leading to a couple more drinks and snacks as the group enjoyed the break from what had turned out to be a stressful day. “Well you are just going to have to hold it.” Jessie said sternly, her demeanour had also become more carefree until the unpleasant reminder of what she had done earlier. “I do too…” Sally said quietly, despite having emptied herself fully it seemed her small bladder was going to cause them yet more trouble if they were all still going to try and make it without anyone being fired. “Maybe Demi you could..” “Oh no, im done.” Demi said, pointing with a large crisp in her hand and drawing a line in the air. “But…” Sally squeaked “Im not the one who drank the beers, I might have been part of the problem with us being late but this time its on you guys to hold”. She said firmly but trying not to spoil the atmosphere. She felt a little bad, but she really was full and now they would just be taking advantage of her earlier kindness. It may have been exciting and fun to begin with, but now things were starting to get serious. All of the relief that changing into her casual wear had brought her, had steadily disappeared with each extra minute her bladder was tasked with holding back at least 3 bladders worth of pee. She had taken her one for the team, she was done! “Please, just a little I am sure Lena needs to pee by now.” Sally begged. “Where is Lena anyway?” “I guess she is still on a call?” Demi said craning her neck around to check for her boss. “Well maybe she already needs to pee, she cant be on her own all night. We just have to wait a little longer.” Maggie said, her crossed legs clearly including herself in the ones waiting. “But what if she doesn’t need to pee?” Sally asked glumly. “Then we make her need to pee” India replied, her tone suggesting it was a casual remark despite the strangeness of it. “What does that mean?” “I mean we just get her talking about something and ply her with some drinks. Eventually after a few pints she will need to pee and then maybe she will come up with something, or at least relent on us having to hold it all night.” “You cant be serious?” Maggie questioned suspiciously. “Why not” India shrugged “Its not like we are doing anything mean, we are just giving her a couple of drinks and its up to her how to act right? Who knows she might actually have a solution we haven't thought of” “I like this plan, maybe we should start it sooner rather than later though?” Becca nodded, her legs pressing against each other tightly. “Sure, Ill go take her some water assuming the taps work?” Demi said, slowly raising her bloated form from the chair, her muscles complaining at being taken from their comfy refuge as gravity took control of the mass of pee contained within her body. Walking over to the bar she searched through the cupboards, finding a large pitcher she inspected the base 2.74L, was that too much? Well she didn’t have to drink it all. Grabbing the pitcher she began to fill it, the noise of the immersion tap causing her to squirm in place as the clear water splashed noisily into the glass container. Filling it to the brim she grabbed an empty glass and started towards where her boss had been for the last couple of hours. Knocking on the door softly she could hear one half of a conversation, so she was still awake and on the phone. Stepping in she placed the water down on a table with the glass, getting an appreciative nod from her boss who was pacing around, clearly anxious about something. Taking a moment to glance around the room Demi could see a couple of bottles of water and other things piled neatly in the rubbish bin, she had clearly been helping herself to contents of the mini fridge without anyone realising. Walking back out and closing the door the others gave her a look as to ask how it had gone, but Demi just shrugged, what were they expecting from her. Its not like their boss would have pissed herself in secret. “She is still on a call, doesn’t seem to be going that well but who knows.” “So now what?” Sally asked eagerly. “We just wait, at some point she will need to pee.” Demi said confidently, moaning softly as she sat down again, her back thankful for the support of the seat. The added weight of pee inside her pulling at not just her bladders muscles. However, 45 minutes came and went as the group sat there in hopeful anticipation, but there was still no sign of their boss, the women all showing increasing levels of desperation as time ticked on. Becca having half emptied herself a couple of hours earlier was seemingly filling back up to previous levels, while Sally who had been completely empty was regretting the two pints of beer that India had plied her with. As evening passed into night the room had become a lot quieter as most small talk gave way to silent desperation. “Hey Demi, did you say you had some pain killers earlier, think I am getting a head ache?” India said breaking the tension and rubbing her temple. Although Demi didn’t remember saying anything about pain killers during her conversations. “Yeah I chucked some in your bag” Jessie said from her position now all but curled up in the foetal position on one of double the couches, her arms wrapped around her abdomen and both hands pressing deeply between her legs as she held her bladder at bay. But as one of the only ones not to drink, it seemed she had managed to almost adjust to the constant need to pee from the liquid that had been forced into her. A single coffee and Maggie’s full but seemingly small bladder enough to give her some discomfort but not enough to break her…yet. “Ok, ill come and help you look” India said, standing and heading towards the office where they had dumped their bags. Standing slowly Demi breathed out heavily through her nose as she once again felt the strain of standing. Her muscles growing impatient with her long hold and wanting to finally free themselves of the burden of pee sitting inside her bladder “You know I could probably have found them on my own” Demi said, a little confused why India had come with her, but a moment later the smile on the red heads face reminded her of their little arrangement. Not that she had forgotten, but she had successfully put it to the back of her mind given the fun and casual evening they had all spent chatting. “Well I was about to explain, but going off that look on your face I’m guessing you figured it out.” India said smugly, rummaging through Demi’s things. “What do we have here?” She added, holding up a tube and shaking it slightly a few moments later. “They are hydration tablets from my run this morning” Demi answered. “My my, we did come prepared.” India smiled again before pocketing them “Who knows, they might prove useful. But we should get this started, otherwise the others might get suspicious and we wouldn’t want them thinking they had been short changed and demanding to use you as well would we.” “No” Demi said softly, the proposition sounding much less fun than it had 3 hours ago. “How are you feeling by the way.” India asked, a hint of genuine concern in her voice. “Full” Demi moaned, her hands moving to her bloated bladder that seemed to be quivering in anticipation. The dull pulses and pains shooting through her for the last few hours almost becoming normal, her long hold taking her muscles and body to the edge and forcing it to stay there for hours on end. But now she was about to move the edge, another load of pee was on its way as she looked down at the tube, time almost seeming to slow down as it approached her. But then it was there, the warm tightness, aching and painful while India breathed out in relief. This time Demi could almost feel her bladder creaking under the strain as she stretched it once more, the new intake surpassing the last as she bit down on her hand to stop herself groaning in discomfort. A muffled noise escaping but hopefully not loud enough for anyone to hear. On and on the pee went, it was probably only seconds but It felt like so much more to Demi. Her straining muscles sending signal after signal through her body, her nerves transmitting the instruction that her bladder was full, but still she ignored them, even as the pressure grew. Gripping herself as tightly as she could Demi hissed out another complaint as she clenched her jaw and stood rigidly on the spot, hoping to turn to stone or some other way of holding herself together. Although as she felt another painful pulse, she wondered if stone would be enough or would it crack against the pressure building up inside of her body. Finally after what felt like an age the flow stopped, India once again stemming the flow and not relieving herself fully. Was this pity or was this cruelty, to need to fill her later once more. With a shaky hand Demi handed back the device to India before thrusting it back between her legs, doubling over as the strongest spasms yet tore through her body. Wave after wave of desperation flowing up from her bladder as her entire body seemed to be contracting around it. Pressing both hands deeply between her clenching thigh’s, and feeling her core muscles trembling under the new weight of pee inside her she groaned softly again. Cupping herself she felt the first cracks in her defence appear as she spasmed uncontrollably, her bladder still sealed shut but threatening to release her long held waters. The tremors feeling deeper and more desperate than they had until now. A strange feeling as though her very body was fighting itself, impulse against muscle. Finally after a few perilous moments of worrying she might actually be about to wet herself, Demi managed to slowly straighten up. Pressing her legs together she controlled her breathing and as quick as her overburdened body would allow she followed India back to the main group. Sitting down carefully she twitched slightly, the position now applying pressure even when sitting. Her bladder spilling out onto her lap and had she not had her muscular thighs under her, she would have thought that her bladder would have been touching the chair between her legs, such was its size. Stroking a strand of hair from her sweaty face she tucked it behind her ear, flexing her neck to work out a crick as even it seemed to be under more strain than normal. “You ok, you look a little pale” Sally asked, her own legs double crossed and bouncing up and down. Part of Demi had forgotten about her and the others increasing needs, but she was in no condition to help them now. “Just a little tired” She lied “It has been a long day” Sally smiled back. Hearing a quiet rattling coming from the corner room the group looked over, mostly in relief to see their boss walking towards them with an empty pitcher in hand. “Does anyone have a phone with an unlimited plan. Mine has just died, turns out the man who sold this to me in the shop was clearly lying about its all day battery.” She lamented to the group. “Sorry mines dead”, “Me too” the group announced together as their boss rolled her eyes. “What was wrong with the old phones, mine use to last all week never mind all day.” She uttered to the group, the comment making her seem much older than she was. “You want a drink boss?” India said, the term both a familiar name they used but also something she was happy with as it still showed her the seniority she had over them. “Sure, but you lot had better not be getting drunk. We still have business to do tomorrow.” She looked around the room sternly. “No, just a couple of beers.” Maggie replied, appeasing their boss who on this trip was reaching new levels of professional expectations of their behaviours. Looking over Demi couldn’t help but meet the eyes of India who had a glint in her eye again, her hands disappearing beneath the table for a few seconds as she carefully watched the group. Soon they reappeared above the glass, trying to subtly drop something into the drink. The half filled pint glass frothing slightly before India swirled it around and put it back under the tap to fill it up to the top. The white head covering any evidence of what had just transpired. Going wide eyed Demi looked away, almost not wanting to see the incriminating evidence of what must have just happened. Her task master clearly spiking her bosses drink with the hydration tablets she had “confiscated” earlier. From her experience one was enough to increase her need to pee subtly, but quickly over an hour or so. She didn’t know how many India had put in, but it was clearly more than one from the amount of fizzing. The extra strength and caffeine boosted tablets sure to make an impact. But, while part of her knew she should say something, another part knew this was likely the only way that she let alone Sally would get to pee tonight. Their bosses bladder seemingly indomitable as she sat with her legs apart, several bottles of water, coffee and even a large pitcher of water not enough to make her show the slightest signs of needing a bathroom. Her earlier pacing must have just been due to the call. Watching her boss take the glass from India she sipped it, nodding approvingly at the taste which apparently she liked. “Bit of a strange fruity after taste but not bad” She summarised leaning back. Getting a couple of strange looks from the others, none of who remembered it tasting fruity. Likely down to the lack of dissolved summer fruit tablets in theirs…as far as Demi was aware. “Now what?” Sally mouthed to Demi as her legs bounced in a more restrained manner. Their bosses appearance clearly making the young women reign in her desperate antics, but given it had been over 3 hours again since her last bathroom break, she would likely be as desperate as ever. Now sitting in almost silence the group awkwardly exchanged glances between each other, unsure of what to talk about with their boss right there. The not even middle aged woman not known for idle chit chat or games, her professional demeanour apparently a constant affair and not just something she put on at work. Thinking about it, Demi wasn’t sure if she knew a single thing about the woman in front of her. But feeling her bladder complaining again, she knew she needed something, anything to take her mind of it and to put the painful impulses and cramping muscles to the back of her mind. “So um…” Demi started before really thinking about what she was going to say. “How did the call go?” she panicked, defaulting to work talk and getting a couple of eye rolls from her colleagues. “Oh you know, standard bureaucracy and incompetence." She said taking another long swig of her drink. “You see our partners at Jenkins and sons are supposed to be managing the Bradstreet expansion right, but they have literally no idea what they are doing.” Taking another long swig from her drink Lena stared off into the distance thinking for a moment, Demi catching a look from Sally as if to keep going. She was a little confused until she saw that Lena had drained almost three quarters of her beer already. The others in the group catching on as India seemingly began pouring another beer, ready to swap out for their bosses one. A strange sense of excitement filling the glances between the group as they realised they might be on to something here. Apparently talking about other peoples incompetence was some what of an inhibitor remover for their boss, enabling them to start sneaking drinks through her defences and increasing their chances she would need to pee. Sure enough a couple of minutes later she set her empty glass down to the side, it was almost immediately replaced by India who couldn’t help but wink to Demi as she passed causing her to blush madly. “You know” Lena said picking up her new drink and still pondering. “The real problem is that their leadership is too lax, they give their employees to much freedom and that means that they get away with working slowly.” Stopping again for another swig she this time turned to look directly at Demi “If I was them, I’d get rid of all of the middle management. Just have it like we do, Boss” she said pointing at herself with her thumb, “and then workers.” She said now indicating to them. “If they lack the ability to manage a team in person, then they shouldn’t be in charge of a whole company” she finished. “Get rid of all of them?” Maggie asked, trying to keep the conversation as India already began refilling her previous glass. As all attention moved to their boss it seemed to lift the groups spirits, they had formed a single group with a single mission, fill their boss with as much liquid as she could take. With each cup that was drunk, their chances of not being fired by the woman drinking them increased. But even as minutes became hours and the seventh pint was finished, it seemed their bosses bladder really was bottomless. A fact that was not lost on any of the increasingly stressed looking women sat around on the chairs. Even Demi was feeling her bladder throb more and more, despite only taking tiny sips from a glass of water next to her. The optimism the pints had given her an hour ago, not surviving this far as she crossed her legs tightly, squeezing them against each other rhythmically. “Well then, I think we should maybe call it a night. It is getting late and I want you all up bright and early tomorrow so we can make the most of the day.” Lena said, finishing off the remnants of her pint and standing up while patting her stomach as if taunting them. Demi’s bladder spasming hard as if it had been hit instead. Leaving them too it, the group stared at each other in disbelief, their plan in tatters despite going off without a hitch. “I have to pee!” Sally whined as the gathered around. “Your telling me, I cant believe she didn’t need to go. What are we supposed to do?” Maggie asked nervously. “Maybe some of the snow has melted and we can get the door to move?” Becca said hopefully, but after a quick check it was easy to see that the compact white layer trapping them in was as solid as ever. Now the sun had gone down and the temperature dropped it seemed even more jammed as the melted snow became Ice. “Now what?” Maggie asked again, her hands in her crotch as she began stepping quickly from one foot to the next. “I cant last until tomorrow, I will barely make it 10 minutes” Sally whined, all hope having left the group as their boss seemed completely unphased by what she had drunk. Their last-ditch attempt for some comfort tonight had come to absolutely nothing. With the realisation they were all but bared from peeing, their bladders wanted rid of the last 5 hours’ worth of pee with renewed force. Checking her watch it was gone 10PM, many of them somehow lasting longer than they had even on the bus, but as such their control or at least confidence seemed to be slipping. “Maybe we could….” Maggie started, turning to Demi with a hand open to her. “No, I said earlier im done with that.” Demi shut them down again. “But you look like you are still so confident, you barely look more desperate than you did earlier.” Becca added sweetly, a sense of slight jealously detectable in that comment. Standing with her legs pressed tightly against each other Demi couldn’t argue that she was still doing well. She didn’t know how or why, but no matter how much was pushed into her overfilled bladder it didn’t break, just like it never had before without her giving up control. The last lost from India had pushed her further than she had ever been, although that wasn’t about to stop being true from this point on. The strong pulses and almost disastrous quivers from her bladder had somewhat subsided with no fresh intake for at least 2 hours. In fact, other than the pain and stretched skin, she felt in control. Her giant bladder troubling her massively but securely shut away, something she couldn’t say the same about for the dancing women in front of her. Watching them pee dance it tugged at her heart in both a kind but also horrible way that made her feel a little guilty for enjoying it so much. She was sure the events of this day would surly be burned into her mind for the rest of her life, not that she had much time to enjoy them at the moment. “Please” Sally begged looking up at her. “I don’t want to get fired”. “I don’t know if I can…” Demi said slightly breathlessly. “Ok what if its just us 3? The others don’t seem as bad as us” Maggie joined in, indicating to her Sally and Becca. “I….I suppose I could take a little, but I mean a little. My bladder cant take that much or it will explode and you can be the one explaining it to Lena.” Getting a series of nods from the three desperate women Demi Sighed, what was she doing she thought to herself. This was madness, in fact the entire day had been madness. First her run which she had already thought she was desperate before getting interrupted. A 9 hour journey into a different country, an avalanche and to top it all off she was about to be filled with her co-workers pee, and not even for the first time. On unsteady legs Demi walked towards the private corner they had been using, pausing for a moment as she felt India attempt to secretly hand her the tube so the others wouldn’t get suspicious. Standing awkwardly the three of them clearly trying to wait patiently but failing as she entered the room a few moments after them. “Me first, I only went partly last time, so im still dying from then” Becca said hurriedly as she bobbed her knees, a gleeful look on her face as if she had won a prize when no one objected. Getting it connected was much harder this time, her control now linked to muscles that had been locked in a vice like grip for almost half a day. “R…Ready?” the smaller woman asked. Biting her lip Demi did the best she could to prepare for what was going to happen. Nodding slowly she saw Becca’s legs wobble as she let go, the tube rumbling slightly as more hot pee steamed towards her begrudging bladder. Wincing involuntarily she felt her already stretched bladder forced to grow even more. Her body fighting what she was doing every step of the way as she groaned quietly, Becca pushing her own desperate relief onto Demi. Almost instantly the pressure inside her had doubled if not tripped, causing her to take a sharp intake of breath. “Ok stop now.” Demi said after only a few seconds as her hands moved to support her creaking bladder. “Im trying” Becca squeaked, twisting her legs she just about managed to stem the tide, doubling over and placing a hand on her thigh as a few final spurts fought their way through and down the tube into Demi. “Thank you” Becca panted, rubbing her aching but now thankfully a little emptier bladder. Wasting no time Sally had seemingly already undressed down to her underwear and grabbed the tube from Becca, giving poor Demi almost no time to recover before she was attached to the next cruel donor. With little warning and even as her bladder continued to spasm from Becca's load, she felt Sally's pee already entering her. Feeling her bladder protest violently as the second dose of pee flooded in. Unable to stop herself Demi groaned loudly, doubling over and balling up her hands into tight fists as she fought back the discomfort. Last time it hadn’t been pleasant but this time there was just so much extra pressure, as if she was finally reaching her bodies physical limits. Her still growing bladder feeling as if it was almost being crushed inwards by everything around her again. “Im…” Demi groaned, unable to form words and tell the petite woman to stop. But as she let out a louder groan, her entire body shaking violently with a spasm, she felt the flow of urine stop. Either Sally was doing what she said she would, or she was taking pity on her. Either way she didn’t care, her entire body was racked with desperation. But it wasn’t over yet. Stepping up next to the almost conveyor belt of bladder fillers, Maggie grabbed the tube from Sally who was starting to think this had been a bad idea. But watching those two relieve themselves, even slightly, had been too much for Maggie. Her bladder had almost released its contents in sympathy, not that she was showing any to Demi. In a swift action Maggie took the device and attached it to herself, her underwear sporting a small wet spot that showed just how close she was to losing it. Immediately a new torrent started, the pressurised stream erupting from her. A small bulge visible in Maggie’s abdomen now she was all but naked that had not been there before. Moaning out loud again Demi could feel the pressure inside her increasing massively, causing her to stoop once more while cradling her massive and still growing bladder. “Oh god, oh god, oh god” Demi repeated breathlessly as her hands tried to help carry the weight of her bladder as Maggie continued to fill it beyond anything she had seen before. The spikes of desperation and pulses now an endless wave of desperate feelings and signals that washed over her body constantly. Feeling the pressure still increasing she couldn’t help but moan again and again as she clenched everything she could. Her bladder distending to ridiculous proportions that made her wonder if she could even survive once she was detached. “P…Please I cant, you have to stop” She whimpered. “Ok, im stopping” Maggie claimed, but still her pee carried on leaving her body, the small bulge all but gone in just the few seconds she had been peeing. “Oooohhh” Demi moaned, shuddering violently as her bladder screamed at her to let it pee. Finally after a few more seconds the stream finally ended, her torment over. But as she battled her body, Demi wasn’t sure if she could even move, let alone hold it. “So…much” Demi groaned as she clutched herself, the pressure inside of her now indescribable. Her hands and crossed legs the only thing keeping the dam from breaking under the weight of all the extra pee she had just taken. Her abused bladder now spasming madly. “You’re a life saver” Maggie sighed contently, clearly feeling much, much better. Her demeanour making Demi wonder quite how much she took from her in those few seconds, it sure felt like a lot. “Mmmm” Demi hummed as she continued struggling, the others looking at her in a way that didn’t make her feel any better. But as the seconds passed she was slowly regaining control of herself. The pressure unrelenting but immanent loss of control avoided. A few minutes later the women all said their goodnights, splitting up to grab the separate couches, chairs and padded benches that lined the expansive lodge. Finding herself in a smaller meeting room off the side Demi had found a long couch by one of the windows, pulling it out with some effort into the room. Looking at it Demi didn’t know how she was going to be able to sleep or even lie down. Could her tired and abused muscles take it? Teetering slightly where she stood, her entire body on Fire she quickly discarded her top and pushed her trousers from the mound that was pushing out of her body. Sitting first she slowly swivelled her body around, grunting as she twisted before lowering herself back carefully as if she had an injury she was trying not to make worse instead of just an overfilled bladder ready to explode. Finally down she let out a sigh, her body aching and tired after the long day and lack of sleep the night before. But lying on her back she was in shock and awe at the size of her bladder, towering inches above her body and bloated beyond her wildest imagination. Her white skin taught and pulled tight by the towering monstrosity of a bladder she was now containing. “Jesus” She moaned softly, her hands hovering above her bladder desperately wanting to touch but knowing that any slight contact would cause her significant pain and possibly be the end of it all. Staring at her distended abdomen lustfully she could feel her eyes becoming heavy, her exhaustion overtaking her as her blinks became longer and longer until she was in darkness. Rubbing her eyes Demi shook her head, confused at where she was. Dim music was playing and she seemed to be in an elevator although the numbers on the sign seemed to be in complete gibberish. Trying to focus her eyes she did her best to read them, but they and everything around her didn’t seem legible or at least wasn’t English. Finally a soft ding sounded and the doors slowly opened. Stepping out she found herself in a wonderous land of bright colours, strange birds flew overhead as she walked along a yellow path. It was strange place but she felt weirdly safe, almost like she had regained her childlike wonder at the world. Stopping to inspect a bush she leant down to smell one of the crystallised flowers, their odour powerful and sweet. Pulling one off she realised it was actually made from sugar, tentatively breaking off a petal and enjoying the juicy flavour as she crunched it. Walking down the path she continued to look around her in amazement, it seemed everything around her was made of something edible. From gummy worms wriggling through the chocolate cake like dirt, to cup cake ducks on a river of chocolate. But rounding a corner in a flump forest a new delectable scent reached her nose. Almost pulled forwards she was lured towards a large bush, small yellow fruit hanging from the glistening tree. Pulling one off she inspected the tiny fruit, squeezing it in her fingers for a moment before popping it into her mouth. The taste was delectable, each chew causing a surprising amount of juice to come out of the sweet fruit. Swallowing it she picked off another, repeating the process a couple more times and loving the taste, it was the most amazing thing she had ever eaten. Deciding to move onto the next treat Demi stepped away from the bush only for her stomach to rumble slightly. Trying to ignore it she continued walking back along the path, only for her stomach to rumble much louder this time. “Oooh” Demi breathed out in discomfort as her hands rubbed her stomach that seemed to be upset by something. But it wasn’t just her stomach as the first signals of needing to pee became apparent. Looking down she was alarmed to see her skin above her bladder turning yellow, just like the fruit. “Oooh!” Demi moaned louder this time, feeling a spike in discomfort from her abdomen. Looking down her eyes went wide as she watched her stomach beginning to expand. Her flat toned body growing with each second that passed, pushing out of her as she expanded more and more. She felt like she was being blown up by a balloon, unable to move she tumbled onto her backside. Now sitting her stomach continued to grow, more and more with the pressure she was feeling increasing at a similar rate. Soon her body had passed that of a 9 month pregnancy, sweat forming all over her body as she groaned in pain and discomfort as what ever was happening continued. Her skin tight and feeling ready to pop, her bladder now complaining and full. But still her body swelled, beyond all reasonable proportions it grew. Her legs pressed wide, arms unable to reach anything as she was forced onto her back by the weight of her body. Wide eyed she realised what would happen if it didn’t stop soon. Her balloon of a body turning lemon yellow and feeling primed to pop any second now. “Demi!” someone hissed through the haze of the dream causing her to stir slowly. “Ooooh” Demi groaned again, but this time in real life, the world coming back to her. Opening her eyes she could see Jessie hobbling around next to her, or more accurately she could see Jessies head as her bulging bladder was currently blocking the view of the rest of her. But judging by the way she could see her head bobbing up and down and the noises she could hear, it wasn’t had to figure out what was happening. “Oh god, oh shit” Jessie cursed as she desperately danced around in small circles, her legs rising and falling “Jessie? What time is it?” Demi said, attempting to sit up before her bladder almost exploded on the spot. Painful bolts of static desperation flaring up all over her body the instant she tried to use her core muscles. “Fuck me!” She almost yelled, the pain causing her to whimper softly se she squeezed her legs tightly together the other side of her mammoth bladder that seemed to have gotten even bigger over night. No wonder she had such a weird dream, it was basically true. Although she worried what might have happened if Jessie hadn't woken her, the last moments of the dream still caught in her subconscious and she was all to aware of how she had been about to let go and pee. “Its morning, like quarter to 8. But you have to help me” Jessie pleaded, the anguish and pain easy to hear in her voice as she spoke softly but labouredly. Breathing rapidly through her nose Demi hoisted herself around and somehow got to her feet without losing control of her bladder which seemed angrier than ever. Those bolts of pain and pulses of desperation she had felt yesterday now a constant feeling. Her taught and massively distended bladder sending constant waves of discomfort around her trembling and sweating body as she started to fray around the edges of her absolute limit. “I…im sorry…I cant” Demi groaned out as she doubled over, thrusting both hands between her trembling legs muscles. “Please I cant take it any more!” Jessie pleaded, her own posture and appearance not far from Demi’s, her dark tanned skin glistening as if coming back from a day at the beach. But Her discomfort was unsurprising given that her housemate had managed to go 14 hours without a bathroom visit and had let someone else fill hers. A feat that Demi would have thought impossible even for her, never mind someone with much less “experience” at being desperate. In a weird way she was impressed with her friend, her holding capabilities far greater than she could have imagined. But right now she only had time for a brief moment of admiration, the other 99% of her concentration being spent on controlling her own body which after 31 hours was at its absolute limit. “I’ll pay your rent for the month, fuck it the year! Just get this out of me!” Jessie begged again, sobbing slightly. “I..cant.” Demi said breathlessly, not even enjoying what would have been a sentiment or confession from a beautiful woman which would have driven her absolutely wild on any other day. “Pleeeease” Jessie almost sobbed, still dancing with both hands between her legs. But feeling her own bladder cramp massively, Demi knew it wasn’t a question of her will power, she just didn’t have any more room left physically. “We…should go…and find Lena. She must need to go by now.” Demi said shakily between stifled grunts, her face occasionally grimacing as the intense waves of desperation battered relentlessly at her bladders walls. “Hey guys, Lena wants us all in the conference roooo....” A voice trailed, India rounding the corner and stopping as she saw the scene ahead of her. The red heads eyes instantly falling to the giant protrusion sticking out of Demi who at this point was still in her underwear. “Oh god…I….I cant” Jessie sobbed, turning around and leaving the two of them in the room. Her desperate whimpers disappearing into the main room. “Holy Shit, you look like your 5 months pregnant!” India said, her eyes still locked on Demi’s bulging bladder. “I know” Demi said between pained breaths, a hand going to the base of her back as she struggled with the weight of it. “I..was…” India started but the thought got lost somewhere. “What?” Demi asked, her tone slightly more aggressive than she meant. “I was going to…” India held up the tube “But you look like you are about to explode.” “Oh god, please…no. I Cant handle any more.” Demi groaned, a strong wave making her visibly shudder. “Yeah ok” India said, not even putting up a fight or objection. She truly seemed in awe of Demi and her bladder. Looking up to meet Demi’s eyes for the first time she blinked a couple of times, coming to her senses. “You should probably get dressed, I think Lena wants us for a meeting in like 5 minutes. Probably needs to be business wear.” “Ok, Thank you.” Demi replied, almost waddling over to her bag. But attempting to lean over she felt it again, the spike in pain and discomfort that threatened her bladders control. “Ohhhhh” Demi breathed heavily, clenching her jaw and balling her hands up again as her nails dug into the flesh of her palms. “I…I’ll leave you to it” India said hastily, her face madly flushing as she too seemed to squirm in place. “No wait…I, I need your help getting dressed” Demi confessed, feeling humiliated at the admission of her inability. But in a strange way she wanted India to help her. “I, are you sure?” India asked quietly, looking around as if she had just admitted a secret and didn’t want anyone to overhear. Nodding Demi breathed in “I cant bend over or I will wet myself. I need you to help me.” Going over to her bag which was thankfully on the hip Hight table next to her, Demi pulled out her professional wear. The slacks she would have worn having no chance of fitting her and her new frame. Passing India a pair of stockings the shorter woman took them sheepishly, her face still flushed as she almost avoided making eye contact with Demi again. Lowering herself gently onto the bench she had been sleeping on Demi grunted, raising one foot off the ground to let India start clothing her. The silky material gliding up her toned legs, the action almost erotic and feeling strangely intimate as India clothed her. The other woman's breathing audible as she slowly slid up the stocking to her bare thigh where she let it rest, her hands pausing for a moment near Demi’s crotch before retreating quickly and repeating the same process for the other leg in almost silence. Grabbing the black skirt she stood up, stepping into it and letting India pull it up her body. Passing her thighs it began to meet the resistance of her expanded bladder, but softly pulling it up India managed to get the undone skirt on her easily enough. But as she reached the top, the back of India’s hand seemed to graze her bladder. “Ooaah” Demi moaned, the other woman’s gentle touch sending her desperation into overdrive again. “Sorry” India said shakily. “It’s ok, I think I can manage the shirt.” Demi said, grabbing her pressed white shirt and putting it on, the fabric and buttons stretched to their absolute limit by her bladder. The form fitting cut of shirt usually made to somewhat extenuate her slender frame, but now it was barley able to contain it. The button holes pulled far enough apart it was possible to see skin, but there was no other way of dealing with it now, even if it did make her look a little less professional. Maybe Lena wouldn’t notice. “I am guessing this is a no?” India said, holding up the belt that usually went with the lose skirt. If she hadn’t been about to pee herself Demi would have laughed, but allowing herself a momentary smile she just shook her head and the pair slowly made their way to the meeting room to find the others and Demi hoped, to see a desperate boss who would let them all pee. Walking out into the main room they quickly found Lena already at work, an empty coffee pot next to her with a single cup. But to everyone’s dismay, she still seemed completely unphased. Although from her position Demi could see what must have been her bladder jutting out, nothing compared to her own but enough to be noticeable. Especially because her boss had unlike her, chosen to wear a belt. The thin leather strip clearly cutting into her stomach, a bulge not usually there pressing out and wrapping around the restricting clothes. It had been more than 14 hours for Lena, who had drunk the most by far. By her reckoning she had consumed 3 bottles of water, a small coffee, a large pitcher, 7 beers and now an entire coffee pot, and yet was still in complete control and sitting there as if she had peed 2 minutes earlier. Good, now you are finally all here, we can start” Lena said, taking the glasses resting on her nose and placing them on the table. Exchanging desperate glances the team slowly filled the vacant seats around the table. Many of them lowering unsteadily into them, their bladders filled by a nights sleep and the remnants of the drinks yesterday. Despite their bosses insistence of looking professional, many of them looked a bit sweaty and dishevelled. Their makeup half done or already smudging off their clammy and red faces as they all battled an insurmountable urge to pee. The sensation likely hitting them harder not just because it had been 8 hours, but also because the subconscious knowledge of usually peeing in the morning and knowing they were still blocked from it. “So I wanted to go through the project marketing plan.” Lena started, ignoring the dishevelled state of her marketing team. Blinking Demi was trying to pay attention, nodding occasionally to what was being said, but she was struggling in more way that one. Her bladder feeling more akin to a pressure cooker, the rolling ocean of pee bubbling away inside her overstretched bladder and ready to explode at any second. A strange haze forming over her eyes as she gently rocked in her chair. Pain was radiating out of her bladder as she sat there, the new position making things 10 times worse. At least while she had been lying down she had basically been naked, giving her bladder the freedom to expand as much as her tight skin would let it. But now it was confined by her skirt, her legs applying extra pressure against the bulge resting on her lap. Her expression blank as she tried to fight back the moans and groans constantly rising to the surface from her exertion. Around the table the others didn’t look much better off, only India seemed able to act professionally. To her sides Demi had Sally and Jessie, both women desperately bobbing their legs in a slightly distracting manor. Sally in particular fidgeting wildly in her seat, although Jessie was likely too full to be able to move that quickly without losing control. Soft gasps or heavy breaths escaping from time to time but being completely ignored by their boss who was in full flow by this point 25 minutes later. What exactly she had said Demi didn’t know, but at this point she was beyond caring. “Do you know when they are coming to free us?” Sally asked unexpectedly a couple of minutes later. Lena looking unimpressed by the interruption to her flow. The petite woman clearly suffering quite badly. “What?” Their boss said, turning her focus to Sally and glaring at her. “I need…did they say when they would get here to let us out.” Sally repeated quietly. “They get here when they get here, in the mean time if you wouldn’t mind not interrupting with unhelpful questions we should continue.” Whimpering softly Sally backed down, looking at the table as her hands flew beneath it, clearly squeezing herself as she jittered in place. Her whole body now shaking with her leg movements. “Oh god” Demi exhaled quietly, another spike of desperation hitting her hard, but worryingly this one didn’t seem to have a cause. She had not moved and nothing had made contact with her bladder and yet for the briefest of moments, she had felt her body rebel and her control threatening to end for a moment. How she wished she could cross her legs, her usual move impossible with the size of her bladder and how far it was jutting out. The manoeuvre would just end up squeezing and applying pressure, the opposite of what she needed. She was stuck, her bladder threatening to explode but she couldn’t cross her legs, she couldn’t even squeeze herself without Lena who was now stood opposite noticing. Desperately trying to pay attention, to distract herself for even a moment she swallowed hard, her eyes fluttering as another spasm hit her. They could be here, in one minute, 5 minutes, 10 minutes and they would definitely be here Demi told herself as she rocked in her chair. But 10 minutes came and went, maybe by 9am she thought, moving the goal posts once more. But 9am came and went as well, a quiet squeak escaping Sally while Jessies breathing seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. Sally's strange noise getting a look of ire from Lena as she was once again interrupted, but remained completely impassionate or ignorant of her staff’s plight. “9.30” Demi accidently whispered out loud, barely containing a groan that caught in her throat as her bladder throbbed deeply inside her, the pulses now back but somehow happening at the same time as the constant waves of desperation. Her body finding new ways of sending signal on top of signal about her dire need to pee. But still she held on. Staring at the clock on the wall behind her boss, Demi’s eyes and brain had glazed over again. Watching as the minute hand aligned with the 12 again, she needed a new goal post. Refocussing on the world she was aware of the increasing fidgeting around her as her co-workers passed the 11 hour mark of holding. At some point Sally’s legs had stopped moving, her face red and entire body sitting rigidly with an unhappy look of embarrassment and awkwardness on her face. But in turn Becca and Maggie had quickly taken her place, their legs shuffling constantly beneath the table, Maggie doing her best to keep her torso still as she rested her elbows on the table but he rleft foot shaking with almost supersonic speed. Ok, 10.30, they will definitely be here by then Demi thought, trying to bargain with her body and remain calm even as she felt her bladder pulse strongly, cramping her body harder than before and causing her to groan audibly for a moment, unfortunately getting the attention of Lena. “Something to add?” Lena asked indignantly. “Sorry” Demi said meekly. “Well, actually why don’t you go through what you did on the way here. I feel like you have all had enough of my voice.” Their boss said, causing demi to cringe inwardly. “Well I…” Demi started. “Come on, properly please.” Lena said, taking her seat and indicating for her to stand and present what she had done. Grasping the table with a shaking hand Demi pushed herself up, turning away from her boss and allowing herself to grimace deeply. Her bladder throbbing wildly as gravity tugged at its contents once more. The painful support that her legs had offered while sitting now lost and increasing her desperation significantly. Like an overfilled water balloon being pressed on, it felt ready to explode. Any sudden movement or impact and it would be over, she knew it would. “10.30” Demi whispered to herself again, just 24 minutes and she would be free. “Um, so I have done…done a preliminary list of groups.” She stuttered, pulling the folder open and getting out the sheet she had made, only now realising it was still half done and she would have to make it up as she went along. “I was thinking, instead…instead of grouping, by product type we should…should group by potential buyers.” Demi continued, her legs bowing slightly as she was forced to squeeze herself for a moment. Her trembling muscles begging for support and with her concentration too divided to realise what she was doing, she had already put a hand up her skirt. “Oh for peat sake, control yourself woman. Don’t think I cant see you all acting like children under the table.” Lena said clearly annoyed at the lot of them. “I…” Demi said breathlessly as her body was wracked by another shower of painful desperate sparks. Leaning heavily on the table all she could feel was them flowing over her body as she became light headed, holding her breath for a moment fighting her instincts to hold herself. Removing her hand from between her shaking legs she straightened up. “As you can….As you can….As you can.” Demi stuttered before closing her eyes. Within moments a loud hiss filled the room, twin rivers of clear liquid bursting out from under her skirt and running rapidly down both of Demi’s quivering stocking clad legs. Her breath laboured she let out a long moan of relief as the contents of her tortured bladder rushed down her toned legs. The onslaught of feelings exploding with her too much as she bent at the knees, increasing the sound of the splattering as more heavy streams hit floor. Her lilac panties instantly saturated and turning a dark purple as she continued to piss herself, the forceful jet flowing between her legs as she stumbled slightly as immeasurable pleasure overtook her, her pee racing around to the front of her legs and adding to the giant puddle she was creating. The metallic grey carpet darkening in a ring around her as it became saturated with her piss. With her eyes closed she was almost lost in her relief, the days worth of pee bursting forth and cascading down her legs, her stockings not absorbing much as they became warm and shiny, covered in her pee that was still erupting out of her noisily. A few moments later she was brought back to the world as a whimper came from her left, the loud hissing and splattering of Demi; s accident clearly too much for Becca’s bladder. A louder pattering noise joined the symphony as pee rained from the woman’s chair, her darkening red skirt doing nothing to slow the accident as her white panties became engulfed in pee, turning almost transparent. A waterfall of her desperately held pee now raining off the front, back and even side of her chair as she covered her face in humiliation. ”I…couldn’t hold it” she whimpered, clearly feeling far more shame that Demi was. “What on earth do you both think you are doing?” Lena shouted angrily, standing up and backing away from the table in disgust. “I warned you what would happen if you disgraced yourselves like this, but I cant believe it was you Demi. I would have put my money on you Sally, so congratulations you are not the….” But she was cut off by an ashamed looking Sally standing up from the table. Her grey business slacks clearly soaked from the waist down. The fabric showing signs of drying but being completely soaked in other areas. It seemed the petite woman had lost control some time ago, and likely many times over during the last two hours. But somehow she had managed to keep her loss of control a secret, wetting herself quietly and somewhat discretely. But now that the jig was up Demi could see the woman’s crotch glisten again as new streams raced down from her crotch, soaking areas of the pants that had managed to escape so far in her seated position. “Really girls?” Lena said loudly, the phrasing clearly not accidental as she scoffed in disbelief. But Demi couldn’t do anything even if she wanted too, as more than a day’s pee escaped and flowed down her constantly warming her legs for almost a minute now. She also wasn’t sure if she cared what Lena was thinking right now, she was in sheer bliss and surrounded by desperate and peeing colleagues and part of her wondered if she as still asleep. But no dream, no matter how realistic could feel as bad as this had felt, or as good as it felt right now. But as her stream continued she yet again heard a loud sigh from her right and looking over she could see pee beginning to run out of the bottom of India’s corduroy trousers. The red head seemingly in full control just minutes ago, was she doing this on purpose? Looking at her face she could see the task master of her bladders face twitching in delight, a soft moan escaping between her lips as the brown material around her crotch continued to darken, streaks forming down her legs and spreading rapidly across her crotch. Why would she be doing this Demi thought, she had been using her to pee all night and yet given the volume rushing down her legs, it seemed she still had plenty inside her. Why would she risk being fired, was she doing this in solidarity with the rest of them, a peeing protest? Or maybe she just felt guilty, after all it was her fault that the river escaping Demi was going on for so long. “Well I never!” Lena said loudly, shaking her head at the lot of them. Finally after almost 3 minutes Demi’s pee finished, around the same time that India’s did. Her face a picture of pleasure and relief, the opposite of most of the others who seemed embarrassed, almost ashamed as the lake of pee continued to spread and soak into the expensive carpet under the table. “At least one of you has some control” Lena said, indicating to Jessie who had somehow managed not to wet herself despite being the second fullest. This morning Demi wouldn’t have given her much hope of lasting 10 minutes, yet here she was still holding on. But as she got some praise from her boss there was a look in her eyes that seemed to be a mixture of panic and envy. The woman holding on by a small shred of control as all those around her lost control. “its been almost a day how do you not need to pee!” Jessie wept at her boss catching Lena by surprise, tears beginning to well up in the corners of Jessies eyes. But any rebuttal was cut short as the group watched the front of her light navy slacks darken. A small patch racing down the insides of her legs before rapidly blossoming out of her crotch as Jessie lost control of her bladder, her pee rushing out with an audible hiss to join the giant puddle that now almost covered the entire floor of the room. Ripples flowing across the surface from where her pee drained out of her trousers legs, over flowing her flat black shoes. “None of you, none of you can control yourselves!?” Lena asked, her face redder than any of them had seen it before. “I cant fire you all, but consider yourselves lucky I’m being this lenient and this is not the end of this!” She berated them, pointing her finger angrily at all of them including Jessie who was still peeing, her legs shoulder width apart and face relaxed and almost happy looking. “You two, go find a mop for gods sake” She said pointing angrily at Demi and India who were both lost in their own little worlds “And the rest of you, go and get changed… children” she spat at them forcefully as she walked away. Walking out of the room leaving wet trails across the floor, Demi and India quickly found the supplies room as the others tried to find some privacy to strip off their pee drenched clothing. Looking around Demi realise it was just the the two of them alone and she could feel her emotions welling up, the reality of the situation hitting her, she could have been fired! “I can’t believe you made me do that!” Demi hissed at India, the woman next to her all but responsible for the mess she had made in her clothes. The rapidly cooling underwear and stockings sticking to her legs and crotch. “Tell me you didn’t enjoy that” India challenged, turning to face her and squinting her eyes at Demi accusingly but seemingly searching for something in her reaction. “I…well..that’s not the point. I could have been…” Demi’s thoughts flustered as she stumbled between the truth and keeping hold of the anger that was quickly dissipating. But before she could carry on she was interrupted as India leaned in, pressing against her and kissing her passionately for a few seconds before breaking off their embrace .Demi was speechless, emotions racing through her body as she once again looked at the woman in front of her in a way she had never seen her before today. In fact, she was remarkably beautiful, her pale skin and almost purple hair contrasting to each other, a few pale freckles scattered across her skin that was currently very flushed. Not to mention her drenched clothes, her brown corduroy trousers shining and sticking to India’s legs, a few remaining drops still falling from the saturated material as it pressed up against Demi. Feeling her heart beat faster Demi could feel a desire building up inside her once again, it had become hidden by such a strong need to pee. But now it was back and she wanted India more than anything else in the world at that moment. The other woman clearly waiting for a moment to see if she had gone too far kissing her, but she needn’t have worried. Almost launching herself at the ruby headed beauty, Demi planted her lips on India’s, their hands grasping and fondling each other as they smacked into the wall behind them. Stumbling from side to side with their lips still locked onto each other and their bodies pressed together they somehow managed to push their way through the door for some more privacy, separated only for a moment as India almost stumbled over the mop bucket they were sent for. Unable to take it Demi pushed India to the floor while still locked in an embrace, the pair landing with a loud clunk and in an ungainly mess, their wet clothes pressing against each other and only adding to the fire. Bursting out Laughing at the inelegant moment Demi couldn’t help but get lost in the eyes of the woman under her. The pair sharing a moment before she pressed her lips against India’s, the build up of the last two days driving her mad, and in combination with what she was now sure was their shared interest, she couldn’t help herself. Placing a knee on the ground between India’s wet thigh’s she started to push herself against her, their lips still hungrily exploring each others faces and necks. Reaching around she placed a hand up India’s shirt, fondling one of her breasts through the fabric of her bra and enjoying the ragged whimper that her partner let out in response. Feeling a reciprocating hand snaking up her front with another on her back pulling her closer, Demi was lost in the sensation and heat of India’s body. Moaning loudly as India kissed along her neck while playing with her nipple, Demi couldn’t help but speed up her thrusting. The friction of their wet legs sending waves of pleasure through her body that had seemingly been on edge for days. “Im going to cum” Demi whispered hoarsely into India’s ear as her thrusting became more frenzied, her body not needing much to get going given everything that had happened. “Cum for me” India said demandingly, thrusting upwards and pulling Demi close as the orgasm overtook her. Her thrusting continuing in a twitching manor as an explosion of pure ecstasy erupted between her legs, causing Demi to arch her back and throw her head back. A wisp of air escaping in almost a cough as she quivered in delight, experiencing a pleasure so immeasurable she was completely lost to it. Never before had she felt like this, her body burning, twitching and convulsing with pleasure . But she didn’t have time to recover before she found herself being tossed to the floor, India taking the dominant position as she sought out her own pleasure. Pinning Demi’s arms to the ground with her hands on her wrists, India planted her lips forcefully onto Demi’s still tingling body as she ground her womanhood into her now flat stomach. Sliding back and forth with some speed it took mere moments before a grunt escaped her, hunched over her torso lurched forwards as she groaned into Demi’s mouth, their lips still connected. Demi could feel India's body shaking and quivering as she succumbed to the incarnate pleasure as well. The pair having been able to live out more than even their ultimate fantasies would have thought of, not just with them but half a dozen other people. The weekend had proven more than they could ever imaged. Breathing heavily India let her body collapse ontop of Demi, the pair exhausted and spent after the events of the last day. The pair lying motionless where they were, bodies coated in sweat and pee, hearts racing and minds in euphoric bliss. Chuckling exhaustedly Demi kissed the back of India’s head as it laid on her chest. “Do you think we should get out of here?” “I don’t think I can move” India said back, clearly satisfied. Laughing again Demi carefully moved India from her body, starting to sit up before falling back. “Yeah maybe give it a couple of minutes” She said softly, her body completely drained. “Did we lock the door?” India laughed into the floor as she laid motionless. Causing them both to chuckle, what would anyone think if they walked in on the pair of them like this? But at this moment, neither of them could care in the slightest. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Hi, hope you all enjoyed that chapter and the development of Demi and India's relationship. Took a few more days than I aimed for. This may be continued, I have a few ideas of where I would take this, but fancy starting something new. Started to get writers block and sometimes a new story can help fix that. Although I was thinking back to my previous stories and was wondering which if any of them, you guys might like to see a continuation of, sequel or for me to expand the stories of?
  11. Chapter 3: Snowfall Four hours later the binder was now laying on the seat next to her, the labelling unfinished, Demi struggling to concentrate on anything but the increasing pressure in her bladder as the bus started the climb through the mountains. The confidence that she had felt when they left the services had been steadily eroding with each hour that passed. Her bladder filling and her discomfort increasing more than anticipated, but still less than she had feared. Even so she was beginning to worry about making it if there was any sort of delay, her little game had gone on far enough. Feeling another wave of desperation she raised her heels pressing her toes into the vibrating metal beneath her and clenching her thighs tightly around each other as they rhythmically bobbed on the spot. The throbbing dull ache in her abdomen causing her some trouble, but checking her phone she was relieved to see they were almost there. She had asked for the name and put it into her phone an hour ago, but not only for herself. Once again she was aware of the desperate antics of her colleagues, the coffee seemingly enough to cause a number of them some serious issues. The general chit chat stopping and replaced with semi-urgent sighs and noises. Everyone with the exception of India seemed to be sitting with their legs crossed, most trying to read something but their unmoving eyes telling Demi they were too distracted or concentrating on something else. A fact that made watching them and stealing glances a lot easier, although she couldn't help but feel guilty for finding some enjoyment from their discomfort. India for her part had her legs squeezed together, a hand firmly resting in her crotch, a faint hue of sweat gathering on her hairline as her brow furrowed occasionally as she flinched in her seat. The woman was clearly feeling her full bladder, although she was probably in a tie for the number of strange noises with Sally. Sat a couple of rows ahead the brunettes’ legs seemed to be double crossed, bounding up and down even quicker than her own as they drove. Her rigid posture and closed eyes a clear sign of the short woman's discomfort. Demi wondered how she could survive if the small coffee they had all gotten was enough to cause this level of discomfort in just a few hours, not that she could blame her for it. Feeling the bus hit a large pothole Demi winced as she looked around the bus, her left hand pushing into her crotch. India seemingly feeling the impact severely since she was sat above the wheel arch, her eyes shooting open and her torso quivering as she moaned out loud. A similar groan escaping from many of the others, the loudest squeak unsurprisingly coming from Sally near the front. I wonder if she is still dry... Demi thought for a second before shaking her head, trying to remove the lude thoughts from her mind. Why was she like this she thought, they were her colleagues and she had never even considered thinking anything like this in the past. The days events and build up from the week in expectation of her own private games clearly warping her mind as she remained unsatisfied. “Sorry about that” Lena said, herself sounding unphased. “Are we almost there?” Sally said quietly, her legs wrapping themselves around each other even tighter. “Yes, I think its just up this road here” Lena responded, turning sharply and causing another chorus of groans to fill the bus as the contents of the women’s bladders sloshed around inside them. Gripping herself tightly Demi was amazed at her own abilities to hold, checking out the other women all looking far more desperate but all having pee’d several times since she had. It was only then that she realised what she had done, checking her watch it had been almost 20 hours since her last bathroom visit. She had held it this morning to maximise her fun, but now as she squirmed in her seat it had been almost an entire day. 20 hours! She thought to herself, she really had outdone herself, all goals and expectations surpassed and by some margin. What was her bladder capable of? “We are here” Lena said as the bus slowed to a holt in front of the ski lodge, several sighs of relief sounding around the bus. “Oh thank god” Sally said in a repeat of their earlier and single break in the last 9 hours. Despite her self praise Demi could definitely use a bathroom right about now. The game she had played was pushing her body quite far and despite surviving at least 8 hours longer than she had planned, the discomfort she was feeling was outweighing any fun she may have been planning. The heavy weight of pee sitting inside her felt like a bowling ball, pressing down on her muscles as she tried to control them in front of her colleagues and boss. Her clothes pushed outwards several centimetres by her bloated organ. Stepping off the bus Demi was surprised at the warmth she felt, the mornings snow still piled up at the side of the car park, but it was no where near freezing. Grabbing her bag she noticed Sally almost dragging her bag ahead of her, unable to stand upright without loosing control of her bladder. The petite 5 foot woman clearly in serious trouble, but thankfully it seemed they had arrived. “Hold up guys, I need you to take this stuff to the meeting room!” Lena shouted behind them. “I just need to visit the ladies!” Sally squeaked back again without stopping, but their boss was seemingly not in a kind mood. “We cant just leave the clients goods in the bus, it will be much faster if you all just grab a box each and carry them over” Turning around Demi could tell that it wasn’t a suggestion, Jessie rolling her eyes at her as she too joined in. Each of the women grabbing a box of supplies and uncomfortably heaving them into the air as their bladders strained. Despite the shorter time between bathroom trips, it seemed the coffee had worked her colleagues’ bladders overtime and they were suffering from their bosses generosity. In fact, Lena seemed to be the only one that didn’t seem to need a bathroom break. “Right you guys take those over” Lena said indicating to a small lodge building to the side of the main hotel. “Code is 2222. I will go and sign us in and join you shortly.” A loud scraping noise interrupted them as they looked over to see Sally hastily dragging a small plastic box behind her as she hurried towards the lodge with her legs pressed awkwardly together. “Sally!” Lena called after her. “Im sorry, I just really need to use the bathroom” She curtsied slightly in discomfort. “What if the clients are already here and saw you doing that with the supplies they had given us?” “I…im sorry, please I just….” Sally pleaded “Well, if you did things properly then you might have been done already and I wouldn’t have had to interrupt you.” Their boss chastised her before shaking her had and dismissing Sally who with a loud groan and bowing legs picked up the plastic container. Now shambling slowly towards the door of the lodge. “Put them all in the meeting room please” Lena finished as she left them too it. Punching in the code Jessie swung the door open for the others, sally resorting to dragging the container again now their boss was out of sight. “I am literally going to pee my pants!” She admitted as they moved the crates into the fancy meeting room. The one story wood lodge extremely modern looking from the inside, even containing half a kitchen and full bar. “I am about 2 minutes behind you” Becca said, before leaning over and whispering “Im not even sure my underwear is still dry after the pothole.” Giggling slightly despite the seriousness of her predicament. Only India and Jessie seemed to be largely un effected by the lack of toilets, the red head clearly feeling better now she was out of the bus and walking around. Now that the toilets were so close it seemed that even for Demi the anxiousness of not knowing when she could pee had abated her need somewhat. “Where do we put these?” Jessie asked as they gathered in the room, many of them squirming subtly in place and trying to play it off as trying to get warm. “I don’t care, lets just put them here.” Sally said, letting go of the box inside the conference looking room near the centre. Shrugging the others joined in, placing or in some cases slinging the containers on or under the large glass table. “Ok, I cant hold this any longer. Someone point me towards the toilet or im going out and peeing in the snow” Sally continued, her short legs bounding together as she looked around. “I cant see any?” Becca replied as they looked around and Demi could see they were right, it seemed this lodge didn’t go as far as any plumbing, even the kitchen didn’t have any conventional taps or sinks, just a large emersion heater tank. “They have got to have one in the lobby” Demi suggested, the group starting towards the door, only for it to swing open. “Where do you think you are going?” Lena asked as she entered. “I need the bathroom” Sally said, marching on the spot. “And you were all just going to leave all the equipment here?” “We were going to take it in turns” Sally lied, not caring what she had to do to get out of here and into a bathroom. “So, that’s why you were all walking towards the door?” Lena replied raising an eyebrow. “The door has a code, we thought it would be safe.” Jessie countered, getting a set of nods from the others. “Fine, but one of you should stay here just in case. But now I need you to give me all your passports, apparently they need them to check you all in.” “Can’t we do it in like 2 minutes” Sally replied. Sighing Lena shook her head, clearly disappointed. “You know, you should all be able to control yourself better than this. This is not the kind of behaviour that I expect from….” Lena's comment was cut off as the ground began to shake, the fake glass chandelier above them rocking back and forth as the women grabbed onto the table or walls for balance. “Is it an earthquake?” Jessie shouted above the rumble of the ground. But moments later they watched as the windows and doors were suddenly blacked out. The lights inside flickering and leaving them in intermittent pitch black. A thundering noise enveloping the building which seemed to creak and strain from the impact. But a few moments later, as the lights came back on it seemed whatever was happening had stopped, the group taking a moment to breath in relief. “Was that an avalanche?” Maggie asked “No no no” Sally repeated, going over to the blocked door and trying to open it. But the push door wouldn’t move a millimetre despite the light on the key pad flashing green. “What about the windows she asked desperately?” Going over to the few small windows that were three quarters of the way up the wall, Demi ignored the displeased look from her boss as she climbed on a chair. “I…these windows don’t open and they look pretty packed in too. “This cant be happening!” Sally moaned, putting both hands between her pretzeled legs.. “Listen here, im sure it will all be fine. It cant be the first time this has happened, it’s a ski resort. So why don’t we just take a breath and I will go and call the reception. In the meantime, why don’t you start setting up the presentation since it seems we may be stuck here for a couple of hours.” Lena said, almost as if she had been in this situation before. Their unflappable boss truly displaying that characteristic, if she had been even 10 seconds later walking over she could have been caught in that rush of snow and yet she really didn't seem to care about what could have been. As Lena turned to walk away, a quiet whimper escaped sally as her bladders refuge was cut off. “Maybe it will help take our minds off it” Jessie suggested, bur none of the others seemed particularly enthused by the idea. Even those who were not as desperate as Sally would likely struggle to wait too long if no one came to rescue them. On the plus side at least the lobby was only about 100M away, surely anyone there could help dig out enough to get to them and let them into the main building. If it came to it, she could just smash the door and do it themselves and say it was broken by the avalanche. Attaching the laptop to the projector it seemed something wasn’t working. The lights not turning on and switches seemingly not powered. “I think we might have a problem” Demi said as she repeatedly pressed the on button, the others looking up at her with a mixture of relief and annoyance. “Yeah its not just that switch, I think they are all out” Maggie added, holding up her phone as if signalling the charger she had plugged in was not working. “Maybe a fuse went or something?” Jessie asked, her legs squeezing noticeably closer together than they had been on the bus. “Who wants to bet it on the outside of the building” India Joked. “Ooh” Sally groaned again, “I really am about to wet myself here.” “Look there is Lena, maybe she has some good news?” Demi pointed out as their boss came over to poke her head in. “Bad news guys, looks like we might be here for the long run. Seems it was a pretty big one, the rescue teams are on the way but are prioritizing skiers and people that might be hurt at the bottom of the slops. They said that since we are all ok, the best they can do is probably tomorrow morning when the sun comes up. “Tomorrow!” Becca and Maggie said simultaneously. “Yeah, but the heating still works and some good news, they say that because of the inconvenience we have free reign on the fridge and bar supplies.” “I..I cant hold it that long, I need to peeeeee” Sally whimpered. “I don’t think any of us can” Becca admitted. “I am going to wet myself any minute now” Sally continued “You will not pee yourself!, I will not have any of my employees disgracing the name of my company with such a childish act. This company was built by strong independent women and I only employ strong independent women.” Lena said, firmly pointing a finger at Sally. “But its been so long, I ca…” “No, there is no excuse for this kind of behaviour. If you cant hold yourself to the levels the company demands of you then I will have no excuse but to let you go.” Lena finished, now standing firmly in the doorway. “You cant fire us for needing to pee!” Jessie countered. “No, But I can fire you for not managing to behave appropriately and disgracing the name of the company. If you remember, you are all on the clock right now!” she said tapping her watch. “You are all being paid for this weekend, all of it. As such, you are expected to represent the company at all times. So there are no excuses.” “But…”Sally tried weakly. “What did I just say.... Since you are struggling to understand me, ill rephrase it. Any woman who loses control of themselves will no longer work at this company.” Silence filled the room, the others barely able to believe what they were hearing, how could someone expect them to hold their pee as part of their job. They all knew Lena was a task master but seriously, this was mad even for her. “ I am going to make the most of my phones battery and go and call the home office and see what I can do. No point wasting valuable time.” Their boss finished, turning and walking towards one of the small areas, her phone apparently still able to get signal. “She cant be serious can she?” Jessie asked, the air of disbelief still in the room. “I was serious, im about to pee myself.” Sally said, both hands squeezed deeply into her crotch. “It cant be legal, to fire us for it?” Demi said quietly, her own bladder tensing up and threatening to implode from the demand she might be putting on it. She had been on the edge 8 hours ago and had walked a tightrope of control since. “Well, even if its not. I wouldn’t want to be the one known suing her for being the woman fired for peeing herself. I mean, I can only imagine what the tabloids would do with that.” Jessie commented. Once again silence filled the room as they took in the new commands against their body. “There has to be a way of peeing without her noticing” Demi suggested in a hushed tone. “Maybe there are some bottles in the fridge, then we can pee in them and just hide them in our bags or something.” India suggested, the first thing she had said in a while, her face now red and stance more awkward that it had been a minute earlier. “Anything, even if its just till we come up with a better idea!” Sally said urgently. Opening the fridge’s Becca and Maggie showed they were not going to get lucky this time. The shelves filled with what looked like “Eco” cartons of drink, even the wine and whisky was in weird pouches that once opened would be completely unusable for them to pee into. Checking the bar itself Demi was Frustrated to see that while it lacked any sort of real plumbing, there were a row of taps for ale and beer that seemed to operate just fine. “What about a cup?” She said holding one up “There is nowhere to pour them out and we cant just leave a dozen cups of pee around the place, no way Lena doesn’t notice.” Jessie countered. “Oh god” Sally uttered as she staggered a couple of steps towards the table, her hand reaching out and pressing against it as she twisted herself in desperate knots. “Wait, what about the stuff?” Demi said, pointing towards the tubs they had carried in. “What about them?” Jessie asked confused. “They have stuff in from the company and they make medical devices, maybe they have some bags or pots or something to pee in” Demi said, grunting as she fell to her knees too quickly next to the boxes, her bulging bladder sloshing and complaining violently. Painful spasms caused by the shock flowing out from her bloated midsection for a few seconds before thankfully calming down again. While she may have been looking for something to help Sally, she was also hoping to find a solution for her own predicament. She had lasted 20 hours but there was absolutely no way she could last until the morning or even later if no one arrived to help them. “I cant see anything” Jessie replied, the others grabbing a box each and looking through them. “What are we even looking for?” India asked “Something we can pee into without it smelling spilling or being obvious to Lena” Demi replied. “So like a portable toilet thing?” Becca asked “Hell, I’d seriously take a diaper at this point” Sally replied, her legs shaking violently as she continued to grip her crotch. “Ew gross” Maggie replied, turning her nose up at the idea. “More gross than me wetting myself right here, which im literally about to do” Sally squeaked. “Weirdly, yes” Maggie replied, some of the others looking at her confused for a moment before continuing to dig through the treasure trove of medical devices. “What about these” Maggie said a moment later holding up a series of silicone test tube looking things. “Too small, now way I don’t make a mess” Sally said, urging them to find something else. “Plus, I think we would need about a thousand for all of us to be able to pee into them.” Jessie countered before Becca made a strange noise. “I…well we have this” Becca said holding up a long clear plastic tube. “What is it?” Demi asked confused by her friend’s interest. “It’s one of their new catheters. Its designed to go into their new med station things, makes it easier to handle waste and saves busy nurses a job they don’t want to do anyway” Becca explained, clearly having read the folder Demi was supposed to have made her way through on the journey. “Do we have one?” Demi asked excitedly “I…no, they are pretty big so wouldn’t fit in one of these boxes.” Becca responded, her facial expression changing slightly as she clearly considered what she was about to say next. “But it could buy us some time” She said, looking strangely apologetic about what she had just said, “What do you mean buy us some time, we still don’t have anything to pee into.” Jessie countered, still flicking through her box in the hope something would come up. “I mean, we all have bladders…some bigger than others” Becca said slowly, nodding as if they were supposed to fill in the blanks. She couldn’t really mean it right, Demi thought to herself. It had to just be her perverse mind playing tricks on her, there is no way that the others would think that. “Look, im about to pee myself can you quit it with the riddles” Sally squeaked, the short woman doubled over in discomfort still wedging her hands between her trembling thighs. “I mean why don’t we ‘reallocate’ some of the groups room to each other” “I still don’t get what you mean?” Jessie said, clearly not getting it. “She means we pee into each other” India said bluntly “Which is…Crazy” She continued, blushing as the words came out of her mouth. “You can’t be serious” Jessie replied. “Is it even safe?” Sally asked, her desperate mind clearly contemplating it. “Why wouldn’t it be. Look, I know its crazy but im not going to lie I really need to pee too and I don’t know how much longer I will be able to hold it. Half an Hour, an Hour Max, the Coffee went straight through me and it wants out. I cant hold it till tomorrow...but we don’t need to, we only need to make it long enough for Lena to also need to pee. Then she will realise that holding it till tomorrow is impossible and let us pee somewhere.” “What does that have to do with peeing into each other?” Jessie asked “Well If we can give it to the people with the best chance of holding it the longest, then we have the best chance right. Plus… at least one of us here is known for never needing to pee at work” She paused, looking at Demi and causing a cold shiver to run down the sporty brunette’s spine. Realising where this was going, a sense of foreboding excitement ran through her body, the prospect of being pumped full of other desperate women’s pee a concept she hadn’t even thought of but was uncomfortably enticing. Her bladders capabilities giving her somewhat of a position of power over them, able to make them wait as long as she wanted them too, to watch them squirm until they were begging her to let them pee into her. Pressing her thighs together a raspy breath escaped between Demi’s pursed lips as she felt herself getting dangerously worked up, closing her eyes she twitched slightly as an erotically charged pulse seem to shoot upwards and make her light headed despite her best efforts to ignore her body. Wait, what did she mean, known for not peeing? Were the others watching her, paying attention to her bathroom habits? The thought of everyone in her office watching her after a long day of work, squirming in her chair and taking bets on whether she would make it. Their hungry gazes fixated on her, typing away the last email of the day, then another, and another until she couldn’t hold back any more. She’d had those dreams in the past but it turned out it was almost true. But what followed those thoughts soon brought her back to earth, a pulse of desperation from her already maxed out bladder. There was no way, as much as she wanted to, that she would be able to hold all their pee with what was already inside her. “I…..” Demi paused, how was she going to explain this. What could she possibly say to explain this, it seemed they knew her proclivity for not peeing and all they had seen her drink today was a single coffee and a water bottle. Nowhere near her usual amount. It wasn't like she could tell them that she hadn’t been to the toilet since yesterday evening, how she had been looking forward to her morning run with a full bladder all week, or about the extra litre she had drunk before bed despite already feeling a need to pee. Water that combined with her coffee and fruit juice at breakfast was now pounding against the walls of her bladder unlike anything she had felt for a long time. Feeling her face heat up she could tell how bright red she was becoming, but as thoughts of every thing she had done raced through her mind her suddenly dry mouth just hung open unable to say anything at all. “Sorry, I know it’s a bit weird” Becca said, looking down. Taking the blushing Demi for someone embarrassed by the suggestion or talk of her bladder. “Please, at least a little bit for me” Sally squeaked as she pivoted hard on the spot. “Anyone?” she pleaded quietly to the room. “Come on Demi, we have never seen you need to pee.” Jessie added, a slightly strange addition from her housemate who she knew for sure had seen her desperate, but maybe she was better at hiding it than she thought.” “Yeah even on that company picnic last year, it was like 8 hours and you didn’t leave once to use the bathroom.” India added. “See, I bet you don’t even need to pee now” Jessie said, the others getting increasingly excited by the idea of a way out. “I do need to pee a bit” Demi lied, her heart fluttering at the understatement of the month. She had never spoken so openly about this to anyone and now people were demanding she talk to them about her ability to hold, the size of her bladder and her peeing habits. “See its been like 10 hours and you only need to pee a little bit, you will be fine!” Becca said enthusiastically. Demi could feel the room turning against her, not that she was putting up much of a fight. She knew she should say no, her bladder was already full…or was it. The quiet voice in the back of her mind was shoving its way forwards again, teasing her, telling her to go further, she wasn’t really at her limits after all. “Ok fine, but just enough to out hold Lena” Wait…had that come out of her mouth? Demi had surprised herself, not so reluctantly agreeing to Becca’s strange plan. But feeling the butterflies in her chest and lower down, she was doing her best not to be overcome by another sensation as the others grouped around her and Sally, were they going to watch? As Becca handed her the device she waved a hand dismissively at the others for some privacy, even with her secret exhibitionist nature she would never really do anything like that especially with work colleagues. Quickly reading the pamphlet she managed to get things connected on her end, looking up to see the lock jawed Sally squirming on the spot. “So how does it…” But Demi was cut off as Sallys shoulders sagged, her movements slowing and moments later a strange heat began filling Demi’s abdomen. Her already full and bloated bladder stretching more as the contents of Sally’s bladder fired its way across into hers. The poor woman clearly close to her limit, twitching in the release of her pee. Grunting Demi’s hands fanned out across her distended bladder, feeling its contents swirling and churning with the new additional liquid. Each second that passed causing spasms to fly through her abdomen, her breath catching in her throat as the unusual sensations continued. “Oooo” Demi whimpered softly, a painful cramp causing her to double over and groan. She knew she could have held back the noise but she hoped it would signal to Sally to stop, not wanting to ask her to do it too soon for the weak bladdered woman to make it. But at the same time feeling her body reaching its limits rather quickly. Despite this, the seconds continued to pass and so did the liquid from the tiny woman. Demi’s bladder continuing to inflate like a balloon inside her, her muscles clenching instinctively to try and slow the flow. But still, she didn’t say anything, biting her lip she watched the liquid flow through the tube in an almost morbid fascination. Finally Sally ran dry, the “little bit” to help her hold clearly turning out to be her entire bladders worth. “Oh god, I am so sorry.” Sally stammered, looking up at Demi. For her part she was breathless, sweaty and her entire body was tingling in excitement, nervousness, pain and pleasure. Truly it was something new, unlike anything she had felt, her body doing something completely foreign to her and she wasn’t sure if it was the worst or greatest feeling of her life. “I… its ok” Demi said hoarsely as she flinched from a strong spasm, her hand resting on her enlarged bladder that was now pressing even tighter against her athletic ware. The elastic waist cutting into her abdomen but struggling to cover up the bulge entirely. “Ok me next!” Becca announced, the group clearly having watched them from around the corner of the room. Its large glass partitions not really offering any cover for them. “Wait what?” Demi asked, raising an eyebrow. “C’mon C’mon C’mon” Becca said, waving a hand at Sally to give her the device so she could relieve herself. “Wait, I didn’t agree to this.” Demi uttered in slight shock. “You cant just let Sally go and not the rest of us. We all need to go and there is no way we can hold it much longer” Becca continued. “Hey, this was only supposed to be for Sally and then we would try and find another way” Demi protested again. “There are no other ways” Maggie added, standing in what seemed to next in line to fill her with her arms crossed and legs stepping urgently from side to side. Looking around Demi could see it was true, the large plastic boxes contents now sprawled around the room, with no bottles, containers or anything to use there really were no other options. But that didn’t mean it had to be her right. “So, You will all just have to hold it. Look I have already taken one for Sally the rest of you will just have to cope.” “The only reason we are in this predicament is because you and Jessie were late. Otherwise we could have stopped several times on the way down.” Maggie responded, her eyes showing some actual resentment towards Demi. “Hey, I was supposed to even be here” Demi replied, trying to defend herself. “Yeah but now you are, although Jessie is as much to blame as you.” Maggie replied, looking over to the dark skinned beauty staying quiet near the corner. “No way, you are not coming near me with that thing” Jessie said, holding her hands up. “Really, so you think Demi should get it all even though you were the one to say she would be ready to Lena?” India said accusingly. “Well, I didn’t know she was out, or what Lena would do.” Jessie said a little flustered. “Come on Jessie, you know you also have a strong bladder too. Just enough to take the edge off a couple of us.” Becca said, starting to dance side to side as Sally was caught between giving her the tube and listening to Demi. Standing there Demi wasn’t sure how much more she could take. Her even fuller bladder still giving her grief from the first load from Sally. Maybe it was the fact that this would spread it out, or maybe she subconsciously wanted to filled, but either way the next thing that came out of her mouth was an agreement. She would take half and Jessie would take the other, despite her house mates objections it seemed they were falling on deaf ears. Maggie had found another tube and was currently forcing it into the hands of Jessie, while Becca had finally gotten the tube from Sally and had rapidly attached herself to it. “Oooahhhh” Becca moaned in relief. “Just a bit, remember,” Demi said as she gritted her teeth, the uncomfortable sensation of her bladder being filled starting up once again. The strange heat radiated through her core, her hands exploring her stretching body excitedly despite the painful pressure building inside her. “Okay that’s enough” Demi said more forcefully this time. “Oooh ahh” Becca groaned, clenching her thighs as a couple of seconds later she managed to stem the flow, keeping enough in herself to stop Demi exploding on the spot. Breathing heavily Demi pressed both hands into her crotch, Suring up her defences and helping her unhappy muscles to hold. “Stop, Stop, STOP!” Jessie cried out behind them, a sense of real urgency easy to hear in her voice as Maggie peed into her. “I’ve only just stared, URGH, I cant” Maggie cried quietly. “I cant, my bladder!” Jessie whimpered as she cradled her stomach. Despite still showing no signs of a bladder bulge, it was clear that she was feeling the impacts of the stream from Maggie which was continuing. Resorting to groaning Jessie was twitching on the spot, her face screwed up in discomfort as she squirmed. Her comprehension no longer even able to tell Maggie to stop, which was fortunate because it didn’t seem like she was planning, or able too. For 20 more seconds a clear liquid flowed through the tube, forcing its way into Jessie. The connected women groaning softly but for opposite reasons. Maggie enjoying relieving herself for the first time in almost 5 hours, while a low whine escaped Jessie as she reluctantly accepted the other woman's pee despite having been denied a bathroom break herself for the same amount of time. Finally the flow stopped, Maggie looking up sheepishly as she realised what she had done. Apparently neither her nor Sally could control themselves. The pair of them fully emptying themselves into Demi and Jessie, their tardiness coming back to haunt them. “MMMMmm” Jessie hummed through her pursed lips, holding up a finger aggressively to stop Maggie speaking. Looking on Demi half expected to see the liquid shoot back down the tube and back into the smaller woman. But somehow as the others watched on nervously Jessie acclimatised to her new bladders fullness. “I…I cant hold this, there is no way” The brunette said firmly, the group still trying to be quiet to keep what they were doing a secret from their boss on the other side of the building. Clearly wondering the same thing as Demi, Maggie decided it was best to not wait any longer and disconnected herself, offering the free end to India. “No!” Jessie said firmly “ I will piss myself if you go anywhere near that, and I’ll sure as anything take you all down with me.” She threatened, still half doubled over and holding herself. “But I need to pee” India said, her exclamation strangely innocent sounding as she curtsied in the middle of the group. “Use Demi, I am full” Jessie announced, clearly indicating she was done with this idea even if they were trying to blackmail the pair of them. Not even really waiting for any permission India slowly walked over, moving towards taking the tube still connected to Demi who was really starting to regret accepting this crazy idea. She had already taken all of Sally’s and probably half of Maggie’s bladder on top of her own that she would previously have listed as full. How she was still holding was a mystery to her, even as she looked down at her massive bulge of a bladder she wondered where it was going and how much more would fit there. She was clearly capable of far more than she thought, her body reaching new extremes as it was pumped full. Yet even as it ached, painful pulses shooting across her taught skin she could feel the pleasure following it. The strange ecstatic tingles all over her body, radiating out enticingly. “I guess I don’t have any choice” Demi said, accepting her fate and strangely not hating the thought of it. Although, as fun as it may have been seeming in the short term, she would likely hate it in the long run. But how long could Lena really hold it, she had never exhibited any super holding abilities…although Demi had never really paid much attention to it. “Can we do this somewhere more private?” India said as she took the tube. But holding her hands up, there really was nowhere else to go. “I don’t think I can do it with you all watching, would you mind going in there maybe?” India asked, blushing as she asked Demi to do it in the state of the art business suite. Despite the glass walls it seemed not being in the same room would help her, not that it made any difference to Demi. “Sure, why don’t you guys grab a seat and we will be over shortly” Demi smiled, nodding towards the leather sofa’s and book shelves in the corner of the large wood cabin. “Thank you” India said as she approached Demi to get the tube, having not got that far last time. Going to hand it over Demi was suddenly surprised by the closeness of her co-workers face which had appeared right next to her. The red head leaning in towards her, a strange smile on her face. “I know why you are doing this.” The red head said, smugness and a tint of something else audible in her tone. “What” Demi said, trying to sound as innocent as possible. She couldn’t possibly mean what she said right? “You forget, I am the ICT girl, I fix all your computers and see all your dirty little secrets.” India whispered almost seductively, her face close enough that Demi was sure she could feel the warmth coming from her cheeks as she swallowed deeply and tried to compose her voice so it wouldn’t crack when she finally spoke. “I don’t…” “You really should delete your browsing history before asking someone to fix something on it. I didn’t even go looking, it was just there in the most visited when I opened it up to connect to our sever.” India smiled, turning away from Demi now clutching the tube. Although strangely her posture was now much more relaxed, her desperation seemingly having disappeared instantly. “What do you want?” Demi asked quietly, still blushing madly, her entire body hotter than she thought possible, but not in a good way. This was humiliating, to have someone else know her secret, she was usually so careful, how could she have slipped up! “Nothing, except to use you when I need to tonight. I’m not as much into holding it as you, although I expect you will have enough fun watching the others squirm.” India said calmly, although there was clearly a small tremor in her voice, one that if she hadn’t been so preoccupied with her own situation Demi may have noticed. “And?” Demi asked nervously “Nothing.” India said, shrugging. “Wait, that’s it?” Demi asked, slightly relieved. “What yeah, I mean ive known for months. I hadn’t planned on doing anything with that information but then….” India stopped herself. “You know…” she indicated to the door currently still blocked in by the snow. “Fine, but you better not get me fired.” Demi replied defensively. “Trust me, that’s not my intention” India said lowering her shoulders and relaxing her torso now the tube was attached. A few moments later and without warning, Demi once again felt her taught bladder filling even more. Closing her eyes she breathed deeply, more powerful and painful pulses shooting out from the core of her body. But to her surprise after only 10 – 12 seconds she felt the stream stopped, was that it? Opening her eyes she looked at India, puzzled as to why her would be black mailer was holding back. “Why, I mean what..” Smiling India let out a single laugh. “Where would be the fun in that. Besides, I don’t really need to go. I just thought I would take the edge off and give you a taste. You see I wont be doing a Maggie and blowing my load in one go, so to speak. I want you to start getting comfortable, maybe thinking you can hold it, only for me to come calling.” Why was India doing to this, she had been nothing but nice to her at work. But worse, why was she enjoying this, she should hate it. She was being black mailed; her secret being used against her. Her bladder was literally being dominated, controlled, and filled by someone else who didn’t care how full she was. Someone who would likely keep peeing into her all night in secret… “Ooohoa” Demi moaned as a shiver of pure pleasure ran up her spine. The noise causing another smirk to appear on India’s face opposite her. “Should we go and join the others?” India said, carefully folding up the tube and placing it into her pocket. Walking back out into the main room Demi watched as India seemed to switch back to her quiet but social woman persona. Her bladders dominator walking over to the kitchen area Demi felt her bladder churn and a pit open in her stomach. “So who wants a drink, I am parched” India announced, pulling herself a pint of beer from the tap. “Sure” the others all agreed other than Jessie, the group clearly enjoying their empty bladder and almost instantly forgetting the discomfort they were in mere minutes earlier. Demi wanted to say something to stop them, but looking up she caught India’s gaze which told her not to do or say anything. Her mouth opening for a moment before she closed it, keeping her objection to herself as she watched the large pint glasses begin to be filled with the frothing amber liquid. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- So there we have it, the scene is set but how will it play out? Most of the group are enjoying their empty bladders while Demi and Jessie are not so lucky. India has revealed herself to Demi, but where will it go from here? I hope people enjoyed that chapter. Once again, I really appreciate all the nice words from everyone.
  12. Chapter 2: A key mistake Soon lunchtime had come and gone, the goal Demi had set herself for holding passing by like one of the many small French towns the other side of the window. The ache in her bladder increasing terribly as each hour passed and despite her best efforts she couldn’t help but fidget in her seat. Luckily she wasn’t the only one. Approaching 1pm they had been on the bus for over 4 hours, and it was clear that many of the women on the bus were feeling a similar sensation to her. The general chatter had died down and although no one seemed on the brink of losing it, Demi found herself surrounded by crossed legs. An impromptu holding contest had sprung up, not that any of the others were pleased about it. But after years of watching videos of desperate men and women online, she had gotten good at gauging the severity of someone’s desperation. “Lena?” A voice asked ahead of her. “Yes Sally?” Their boss replied from the drivers seat. “I need to use a bathroom, do you know when the next stop is?” Sally asked, Demi noticing a number of peoples attentions turning to the question and its to be answer. “Well the stop is in about 5 minutes. But since we have actually made good time, we should be able to get a bit longer so lets say 20 minutes and I want us back on the bus.” “Ok” Sally said softly, her legs bouncing up and down in her seat as she clearly struggled to keep her composure. The quiet anguished acceptance causing Demi’s heart to flutter slightly, the situation and building tension doing nothing for the other fire burning inside her body. Crossing her legs she allowed herself to gently squeeze and release her thighs, applying just the smallest amount of pleasurable pressure where she needed it most. Her muscles still feeling strong and in control, despite the pressure and discomfort she was experiencing from her bladder. But It wasn’t just Sally, looking away she tried to calm herself again, but now everywhere she turned she could see the signs of desperation usually reserved for her late nights. Sally was the worst, a couple of others Becca and Maggie showing similar signs but less pronounced. Embarrassingly Demi was sure the others would likely take her current squirming to mean she was in the same situation; little did they know. She couldn’t see her boss Lena at the front, but given her calm demeanour and conversation about the wait she was probably doing fine. Opposite Demi, the buxom Jessie was doing just fine, as was the ruby red head India. Although her face was a little red and even from a few rows back she could make out the subtle clenching and releasing of legs muscles. But despite the discomfort It seemed they were all going to make it. It was also only now that she realised by filling in, all the women from the department had come on this trip. The three male employees of their small marketing team left behind and making it a lady’s retreat, although she doubted that their boss would let them enjoy themselves too much. Squeezing her legs together again a few minutes later Demi was relieved to hear the indicator of the minibus activate as they pulled off the highway and towards a services. Her bladder beginning to pulse lightly as if it knew she was close to relief. “Oh thank god, not a moment to soon” Jessie said, peering across from her row opposite despite her calmness it seemed even she needed to go. The group making the most of the half empty vehicle to spread out, many having a nap but all seemingly awake and looking eagerly towards their stop. “Alright ladies, 20 minutes and I want you back on and ready to go. We really cant be late.” Lena said sternly a few minutes later as they slowed to a stop. “Oh god” Sally groaned as she stood, urgently flinging the seatbelt off and rushing off in the direction of the toilets without so much as a second glance to the others. Her legs twisting and pressing against each other awkwardly as she walked or more waddled quickly. “I guess she really had to go” Jessie joked, but Sally wasn’t the only one as soon everyone followed suit. The last 5 hours making them all suitably desperate and taking longer than many of them would have liked. Stepping off the bus Demi took a moment to stretch her legs, pushing her elbows together behind her back to work out a kink she couldn’t help but groan softly as the manoeuvre pressed her bladder against her tight clothing even more. The tight waistband of her workout clothes digging in and sending a painful cramp through her abdomen. Breathing deeply she allowed herself to squeeze between her legs for a moment as she fought off the spike of urgency. The pain slowly abating but the heavy ache of her full bladder causing her some considerable discomfort still. The lead weight inside her pulling at her muscles and nerves relentlessly for the last few hours. Now at around 1pm she had made it to her target and despite the thrill of the hold she was more than looking forward to releasing the vast quantity of urine held inside her. Focusing on it for one last time she allowed herself to drift off and enjoy the tingling sensations that accompanied the discomfort. The strange sense of excitement and alluring nature of the fight between mind and body making her shiver slightly as her hand pressed into her crotch again. “Demi” a voice behind her called. “Yes Lena?” She replied, whipping her hand away as she turned to meet her boss. The sudden movement and twist causing new and sharper ripples to flow through her body. “Since you are a fill in and were late this morning, I need to go over some of the meeting agenda for the conference” Lena continued, ignoring or not noticing the look on Demi’s face, unpacking a small folder and placing it on a large bollard next to where they had parked. Demi didn’t have time for this, but stepping closer she put one leg behind the other and crossed them tightly, attempting not to bob up and down or fidget in desperation. Her boss wasn’t one for childish antics and she got the feeling Lena was already a little annoyed by her. “Ok, so the clients are Muller Medical and we are doing the full suite of advertising for them.” Nodding Demi hoped if she just agreed with everything the boss said she could rush off sooner rather than later. “They are a medical industry equipment provider in Europe, direct to hospitals. However, they have just partnered with an American company and are hoping to move into the private healthcare sector. As such, we need to go through all of their products and create marketing materials for each and every one of them. Now given that we are not medical experts they arranged this little get away conference so that we can spit ball some ideas and talk to their experts. So, the basic presentation we are going to give tomorrow is just a summary of our work in the past and other campaigns. For example, I’ve picked a lot of your teams work for the Jacobs product line. But don’t worry too much about that, we will have a practice run through it all when we arrive.” Still nodding she peered over the folder she saw the faintest look of acknowledgements from her boss that she was happy with how Demi was listening. Despite a part of her brain longing to wrap this up as quickly as possible. “But for now, I would like you to go through this and see if you can organise some of these products into categories for the types of campaigns we would run for them. They sent them over in production grouping to make it easier for us…but most of it doesn’t make sense for us.” Lena said, handing over the heavy binder. “There are a bunch of sample products in the bus too you might like to look through” “Certainly” Demi smiled, grabbing the binder. Pausing for a moment she waited for her boss to continue, before realising that the conversation was over and without giving her a second to change her mind she turned back into the minibus, walking to her seat she carefully placed the folder on the seat next to her. Seeing her half drunk bottle she uncapped it and took a quick swig from it. Her bladder protesting, but having not drunk anything over the last hour or so to protect it, her mouth was extremely dry. Swilling it around in her mouth for a couple of seconds she swallowed, feeling the liquid flow down her throat and a slight waiver of discomfort coming from her bladder. But that wouldn’t matter soon. Stepping off the bus again she sighed in relief, taking a deep breath and despite the aching fullness in her abdomen and discomfort it was causing she felt strangely relaxed. Now on her own she didn’t have to worry about the pretence of not acting desperately and was free to gently press her crotch. The faint tingling returning although now dwarfed by the discomfort it was still enjoyable to think about what had happened over the last 6 hours. It seemed an age since she had tanked up on fluids this morning, somehow holding it through her run and even a five-hour drive. She had beaten her target of lunch time and putting a hand on her bloated bladder she was strangely proud of herself. Unable to stop herself she gave it a gentle press, the allure of the consequences and knowing she shouldn’t do it getting the better of her. But feeling a sharp pulse from it, her knees threatened to give way as she moaned softly. The location she had pressed now throbbing and sending more ripples of pain and pleasure around her body. Returning her hand between her legs she shored up the muscles that she had just abused, deciding that perhaps now was the best time to go before she actually lost control. Her aching muscles still feeling strong and in control, but being tested by the volume of liquid she was asking them to keep inside her. However, as she enjoyed the momentary relief of being alone she realised something, she was alone…and didn’t have the key to the minivan. Looking through the door she could see her friends bags and belongings still on their seats, expensive phones laptops and music playing devices that she knew she couldn’t just leave. Sighing in frustration Demi slid the door closed, moving over to the small patch of grass and beginning to pace around. Conscious of the buses and cars arriving in the near distance and meaning that any one of them could come over and join them. Part of her wanted to just squat right here, but she would have hated to think what her boss would do if she saw never mind the passing strangers. Pacing around that small patch of grass Demi cursed her boss and work colleagues in her head for the next 15 minutes. She could have sworn several of the cars she had seen going in had come out since they had been in there. What could possibly be keeping them so long, don’t they realise I have to pee, she thought to herself. Spotting a rock on the grass she swung her foot at it, only to groan in pain as the small pebble on the surface turned out to be a much larger buried rock. “Fuck me!” Demi shouted, bending over and cradling her bladder as pain seemed to flow between her foot and the bloated organ inside her. The right foot now welling up with a warm pain not dissimilar to how other parts of her felt. “Where the fuck are they” she whispered to herself as she folded her arms across her stomach, her bladder now bulging far enough out she could almost rest her arms on it. Her normally flat stomach pushing out further than she could ever remember…well maybe other than the time she had gone a little overboard at an all you can eat Korean Barbecue. But as far as holds went, this was quickly moving to the top of the list. Thankfully a minute later she noticed the gaggle of her co-workers walking towards her. Assuming on one would steal anything in the time it took them to get there she started towards them, her gate awkward as she walked on stiff legs. “Hey, boss got us all a coffee” Jessie said, holding out a trey of four cups towards her. But the last thing on her mind was more liquid. “Just…popping to the loo” Demi said hastily as she shuffled passed the group. “You only have like 5 minutes” Jessie replied. Nodding as politely as she could, Demi couldn’t help but think whose fault that was as she continued her dash around the back of the building. But approaching the toilets she could have wept, a long line of over 25 women were stood ahead of her. Tapping their toes and some with stern expressions on their face, it seemed she wasn’t the only one in need of relief. How could this be happening to her! Biting her nails Demi grunted in discontent as she pressed her legs together tightly while her bladder throbbed in anger at what she was realising, she would have to keep holding it. The very thought sending painful waves of desperation shooting through her body. Looking to the right she thought about rushing into the men’s, but there was an equally long but faster moving line. A tour coach having just arrived and beaten her too it. Why was the universe punishing her, she had only wanted a little fun in her own privacy not this! The stars and her own ego aligning and creating this terrible situation that had now gone well past her expectations and limits for fun. She hadn’t even wanted to come on this trip and now she was suffering for helping them out and coming at the last moment. The door to the toilets opened and out came India, the slight woman appearing a little sheepishly, her skin flushed and sweaty with a strange look on her face as she avoided making eye contact. The short woman clearly feeling the effects of having to hold her bladder for the last 5 hours, although part of Demi wondered if she had made it completely dry by the strange look she had on her face. A thought that would usually have excited her, but now all she could do was wish that she had been next in line. The fidgeting woman smiling and pushing into the only available stall. “Oh…” India said, looking up and realising it was Demi “Were you waiting for me?” “No, I was” Demi gestured to the line, standing upright and doing her best not to fidget in front of her co-worker. “Oh…OH” India said with a look of realisation before looking away. “So are you, I mean with the” India stammered. “Yeah, I will be fine. I barely need to go” Demi waved it off lying. Could she make it 4 hours to the hotel, or maybe she could convince her boss to stop somewhere. Walking back to the bus Demi did her best to control herself, trying to appear normal although the subtle glances from India suggested she was doing a bad job of that. “Are we all ready to go?” Lena asked as they gathered around the bus, many of the others sipping on their small coffee’s. The boss’s generosity clearly limited but that might turn out to be a good thing with no more bathroom breaks until they arrived. “Here” Jessie said, handing Demi and India a pair of coffee’s. Pausing for a moment Demi met India’s gaze as they both seemed to pause, wondering if it was a good idea. But with Jessie stood expectantly they both gave in and accepted the drink. After all they didn’t have to drink it. Sitting down in her chair, Demi couldn’t help but let out a gentle sigh, her bladder tensing and throbbing inside her. It was clearly angry about its current predicament and was making sure she knew. But with no other options she just had to cross her legs and hold it. She did this stuff all the time she reminded herself, she could totally do this. After all her breakfast and water from the run must have already gone through her, so surely it wouldn’t be getting any worse if she didn’t drink anything. But looking down at the coffee she realised that she would probably and should probably drink it, otherwise her boss might get a little annoyed. On the plus side its small volume surely wouldn’t have made a dent on her empty bladder so it wouldn’t have too much of an impact on her full one...right? Taking her first sip she felt her bladder complain again, but with her toned thighs gently rubbing against each other Demi tried pushing all thoughts of peeing to the back of her mind. The bus pulling back out of the services and onto the road, she was once again trapped with a full bladder and 4 hours until her next stop. Placing her hands on her bloated abdomen she was amazed to feel how full it was, she was really pushing her limits. But despite that, Demi still felt strangely confident, or maybe intrigued to see how far she could really push her body. That time at university was the last time she had really lost control, she had been about to pee almost an hour before the alarm, but the situation had pushed her further than she could remember. The only thing that made her break was returning to her room and being able to pee. Since then her control had gotten so much better after years of experimenting, and she hadn’t drunk nearly as much as that day yet. Maybe she really didn't know her limits, how far could she push it if she never got that chance to pee? Looking down at her coffee Demi bit her lip for a moment before raising it to her mouth and taking another mouthful, she would be fine. Grabbing the folder on the seat next to her she began to flip through it. Scrounging some post it notes from Becca ahead of her, she began creating a key word list for each product and device. That way when they go there they could all start grouping them as their boss had asked. Perhaps if she finished it early enough, should could regain some good will with Lena, maybe even enough for a rest stop. ------------------------------------------------- I hope you all enjoyed part 2, but of a slow start but I hope enough tension to keep people interested. Thank you for all the kind comments so far! Those were both shorter parts so it was easy to get them out so soon one after another. Might be a few more days before the next one.
  13. Hi, its been a while but here is the start of my next story. Been working on it for months but haven't found the time or motivation to write it, so im sort of forcing my hand by posting the first part to get the ball rolling whether I feel ready or not haha. Story does / will include scenes of a sexual nature and some bladder filling through catheters later on down the line. Although I dont tend to go into graphic depictions of it. The Company Retreat. Chapter 1: Complications Breathing heavily Demi continued to run, each footfall sending shockwaves through her aching body as she gasped for breath. Starting in her heel they reverberated up her long slender legs, past her toned backside and into her core. It was there that Demi could feel it, the sensation she had been waiting for all week as part of her routine. The throbbing, tingling inside her abdomen from a bladder full to capacity. She didn’t exactly know when she had first noticed the thrill and sense of sexual excitement that it brought, but now in her late twenties she had become an expert in prolonging and maximising it. Although, given living with a flatmate that she also worked with, it had been hard to find time to enjoy it lately. But with her friend gone for the next few days she had the entire weekend to herself and was starting it out as she meant to go on. The drinks she had downed this morning and the contents of the empty water bottle in her left hand now being heavily restricted by the tight gym clothes she was wearing, the lycra navy shorts a size to small technically but doing exactly the job she wanted them to do. The fire between her legs burning much brighter than the ache from her other muscles and overriding all complaints from her bladder. But approaching the housing estate she lived on, she couldn’t help sigh a little in relief. For the last mile she had been worrying she had overdone it in her eagerness. The extra drinks compared to when she usually did this, increasing the desperation she was feeling to a level where if she had started 20 minutes later she would have worried about being caught short. In reality she knew she could last longer, her muscles well trained after years of playing sport and holding at each and every opportunity that came her way. But the possibility of wetting herself was all part of the fantasy swirling around her lustful and horny mind. It had been months since she had been able to enjoy it more openly, having to sneak in a hold here and there but they were never the same. Her morning run one example, but with Jessie her flatmate joining her, she limited herself to stop any outwards displays. Although, she still got the occasional comments from her friend about how much she was drinking. Crossing the street she checked once again to see if her bottle was empty, it was just like it had been 10 minutes, 5, 2 and 30 seconds ago when she had gone to drink from it. Her eagerness not driven by thirst but longing to load up on more liquids. There was no reason to hide it today. She would make it home nice and hydrated, continue to drink and then see if she could make it through lunch. There was a new eat in Sushi restaurant in town with large windows on three sides, it seemed to always be at capacity. Something she also wanted to be when she went there later, Although, given the light pulses coming from her bladder each time her foot met the concrete, she might have to tone down the large litre bottle she had set out for her on return. After all it was the desperation and fullness she was into, she had no real wish to pee herself in public, the humiliation and shame were real and worrying consequences to her. Although, she would have been lying if the all too real consequences didn’t heighten the other more pleasurable feelings. However, as she rounded the corner of her street she saw something strange, her housemates car was parked outside. It had been gone this morning, the company trip setting off at 7am and it was almost 8 now. Unable to sleep in excitement she had even heard Jessie leave before she got up. Arriving at her house and testing the door handle she found it open and stepping inside she could hear rustling coming from her room. “Jessie?” She called out, the door to her room opening and a slightly stressed woman standing there. Deep tan lines coming out of her strapless crop top that covered a rather ample set of breasts, the half Colombians body the envy of many women who wanted the sumptuous and wide hipped shape that she had. Although few knew how hard her friend had to work to maintain it. “I thought you were…” Demi started before being cut off. “Where have you been, you need to grab that bag I packed for you and we need to go. Jonathan had to back out of the trip because his Nan died or cat died or something, so you get to come. “ Jessie said pointing to a bag in the corner. “Is he ok?” Demi asked, pressing her legs together for a moment “Yeah im sure he is fine.” Jessie added dismissively cramming a coat into the already filled bag. “O…ok, well I will just go and change.” Demi started. “There is no time. We are already late, why didn’t you answer your phone!” Jessie continued, waving her hands around dramatically. Opening her small running belt Demi found the dozen hydration tables she had forgotten about and her phone, which switching it on revealed 9 missed calls and several messages from Jessie. Her attention all aimed inwards and causing her to miss the gentle vibrations from her phone. “Sorry” Demi smiled sheepishly. “Yeah well, let go, now!” Jessie replied, grabbing Demi by the hand and pulling her out of the house without another word. Getting in Jessie’s car Demi felt her bladder throb, but pulling the seatbelt across she reminded herself that this is what she wanted. Besides, it was just a 15 minute drive to the airport and for an international flight she would have plenty of time to pee before boarding. Although part of her wondered what take-off would feel like with a bladder full to the brim, the sudden acceleration compressing it down inside her. But as the car turned on she shook that mental image to the back of her mind, she had read one too many stories of people wetting themselves when the seat belt light doesn't turn off to actually want to try it, no matter how hot she found those she had read. Trying to distract herself she started checking through her bag packed by Jessie and was happy to see her friend had managed to get everything she could possibly need. The brunette always being the more organised of the two so it made sense she would know what to bring, even when she was in a slight panic. “I put that bottle of water you left out in too in case you need a drink” Jessie said as the pulled onto the main road. “Thanks” Demi smiled, not wanting to raise any questions she picked up the bottle and took a large swig from it. Carefully screwing the top back she placed it back in the bag. Although, given it was a flight she would have to get rid of it before going through security. The voice in the bag of her head telling her to just chug it now and enjoy it, but thankfully on this case her better judgement won out. Leaning back she crossed her legs tightly, allowing herself to focus on the feeling in her bladder. The urgency she had felt was much lesser now, making her realise it was mostly all in her head anyway. The dull ache of her full bladder still causing her some discomfort, but it was the fact her weeks plan had been completely ruined that was upsetting her most. She knew that Jessie was probably just thinking it would be good for her to be at this retreat, it would let them get to know a few of the others she worked with. Despite having worked at the company for years together she never really had gotten to know any of them other than Jessie. It would also look good for any promotions she would go for in the future. She had been in this position for almost 6 years now, many people had come and gone but she had just been stuck there, some of the others referring to her as a “lifer”. Demi could think of worse things to do than marketing, but at the same time if she ever wanted to own a house she would need a better paying job. “Right come on, they are waiting for us” Jessie said, hurriedly parking the car a few minutes later. Looking out of the window they were not at the airport but at work. What made it worse was the mini-bus parked across from them, their boss standing with her arms folded and a glare on her face that clearly showed she wasn’t happy with them. “I thought you said Demi would be good to go, you have been more than an hour.” Their boss started at Jessie, her cold and unnerving gaze enough to stop a charging bull. “Im sorry, there were some complications.” Jessie said, trying to be diplomatic, heaving a bag into the back of the minibus. “Well, I don’t care. We have a booked room this evening at the lodge that we need to get to on time. I wont have our business wasting money booking things, only for people like you two, to make us miss the appointments. Now lets go!” Loading her bag and getting on the bus Demi grabbed a seat by the window, re-crossing her legs and placing a hand between them. It would be fine, she told herself. She had already been planning on holding it for another couple of hours, aiming to make it through lunch. She had held it plenty of times in past and hadn’t really had an accident in years. Most of her "accidents" usually just her peeing herself in the brief moments of secrecy and timed between Jessie appearing or not. Thinking about it, it wasnt since she was at uni that she had actually wet herself properly, the really memorable time was when she had found herself bursting to after holding it from Friday morning all through her lectures and even a night out with pint after pint of cider. But getting back to halls she had kept holding it on her bed, by 1am her whole body was awake with electric energy as she bounced on her heel with a hand in her pants. Alcohol lowering her inhibitions and making her tipsily push her body further and further. Only for the fire alarm to go off just at the wrong moment, her RA banging on all their doors as someone in the corridor opposite burnt their pizza. She had been forced from her bed, bladder quivering with need to stand in the cold with all her flat mates. After 17 hours it was impossible to hide her bladder bulge or desperate antic’s, many of her housemates watching on or even laughing at the predicament. It was still one of the most embarrassing, painful and erotic moments of her life. Somehow she had survived the 30 minutes wait for the security team to arrive and confirm the building was in fact not burning down. As soon as they had said it was ok to go in she had rushed in, through to her room and slammed the door shut. Her control immediately failing before she could reach her en-suite. She had stood just inside the bathroom wetting herself and furiously masturbating to 1, 2, 3, countless orgasms as pain gave way to sheer pleasure. How many times had she thought about that night over the last few years, she missed the freedom of those more carefree and explorative years. Feeling the engine turn on Demi couldn’t help but let out a little sigh, but embarrassingly it wasn’t in desperation. Despite the fact she was surrounded by her colleagues, it seemed the pleasure she had been building up inside herself was going nowhere, not helped by her reminiscing about that night. The gentle vibrations causing ripples in her bladder and goose bumps to form all over her body. Her subconscious doing its best to humiliate her as she went wide eyed, a familiar tingling starting to develop inside her. She was now stuck on a bus for who knows how long and without access to a bathroom, one of her ultimate fantasies. She would never have designed it this way, but that didn’t stop her head feeling a little lighter headed than normal. Swallowing deeply and feeling her nipples hardening against the tight fabric of her sports bra she tried to focus on something else, anything else! “Alright ladies” Her boss said standing up at the front. Thank goodness…Demi thought. “So we have to be in Bern (Switzerland) by 6pm and thanks to our tardy colleagues here.” She said indicating to them both, “we are running over an hour late. To fix this we are going to have to cut out a number of our stops on the way there. We had scheduled 5, each around 15 minutes.” She continued, pulling out a large itinerary of everything they were supposed to be doing. “But in light of the delay this morning I’m afraid we are only going to be able to make one stop.” “But what abut...comfort breaks?” Sally brought up, the small petite woman known for two things, her love of hamsters and frequent toilet breaks at the office. Even at work functions she would usually be the one asking around to see if anyone else needed to go. A strange need to socialise when peeing, or perhaps to make her fell less like she was the only one who needed too. “We are all grown women, you just have to hold it. Its only a few hours and we will stop in France.” Their boss continued before taking the drivers seat at the front. Starting to pull out of the large car park and heading off for the corporate retreat, Demi couldn't believe what she had just heard. --------------------------------------------------- Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this new story. Then next couple of chapters are more or less written so should be out relatively soon. If you have any thoughts or comments I would love to hear them!
  14. Hey, sorry this took so long. Work has been busy and I was struggling to come up with an ending. Part of the problem of setting it up as an interactive was even I didnt know where it was going to end up! But here is chapter 2 and the conclusion, I hope you enjoy it! The desperate promotion – Part 2 of 2 “And six pints of water please” Willow said, a cheeky smile on her face as the stood at the bar Of the Princess inn. “Wouldn’t want you guys to get drunk would we”. Willow repeated the earlier sentiment and enjoyed the unconfident look she got from Victoria. She wasn’t usually one to get her own back for something, but Victoria had made the decision for all of them when handing them the water earlier. Her own desperation increasing very quickly after that point, the extra fluid steaming through her system fuelled by the probably diuretic energy drinks. Roxy for her part was still playing the strong and confident type, but Willow had been seeing the signs of someone starting to feel their bladder fill for at least the last hour. Her friend had been doing a good job of hiding it, but Willow was sure she would be backing down from her position soon. For all they knew it could carry on for hours, with dozens of pubs still to come. “I know what you are doing, but it doesn’t matter” Roxy said, glaring at her friend slightly who was still smiling at her. Grabbing the glass, she tipped it back and began to chug, a show of force while the others slowly sipped from theirs. A few smiles could be seen from that outburst, It seemed that it wasn’t just Jana that had felt hard done by over the last few hours, and now they were going to enjoy playing with Roxy. “Right then, should we make a move” Roxy chimed up after downing the water quickly, placing the empty pint glass on the counter. The others paused for a moment exchanging glances, maybe this wasn’t such a good plan. Picking up the pace they followed suit and emerged out into the night once again, their bright blue energy drink cans in their hands and ready to be drunk. Behind them and out of sight of the others, Roxy allowed herself to quickly press into her crotch for a moment. The cold nights air reaching her straining bladder and causing it to contract inside her for a moment. The stiff hem of her overly tight jeans digging into her painfully, she considered undoing the top button but knew the others would take that as a sign of weakness. Thankfully as they cheered and started drinking most of them were feeling somewhat refreshed. Jana, Willow, Polly and Francesca had all enjoyed making use of the great outdoors for better or worse, their bladders empty and almost carefree. Although all were aware of the fullness of their stomachs, still bulging out slightly with the vast quantity of liquid they had consumed over the night. But they at least had a little bit of time before it flowed into their bladders. Only the buxom Roxy and Victoria had reason to worry as they downed their 7th pint of energy drink of the night. *Ding* “Hey, were down in 11th” Polly said a little sadly after having lost a couple of places despite their correct answer. The waiting around in line and short detour to the toilet for Jana had been somewhat of a speedbump. Although it could have been worse, in more than one way Jana thought to herself. “Right then, we are really going to have to motor through these.” Willow said, seemingly taking the lead of the group from Roxy who was once again standing rigidly with her arms and legs crossed. “If anyone needs to pee, just tell us early and we can work out the best place to do it. No point in wasting an empty bathroom if it will save us time at the next place right?”, a small glance at Polly telling the others who she was thinking about. But even so, they couldn’t help but all feel like they had been in that position at least once this night. “Since there are just 4 of us now, we can do two at a time?” Francesca brought up, smiling back at Roxy and Victoria and hoping to see them flinch or falter but they stood strong. Although a faint glimmer could be seen reflecting the lights of the bar on Roxy’s face. “I cant believe you involved me in this” Victoria said to Roxy as Francesca looked down at her phone, her attention taken away from them. “Oh come on, you were teasing her just as much, and anyway we will be fine. How many more pubs could there possibly be on this thing.” Roxy replied, uncrossing her legs and despite the fraying at the corners of her appearance, she sounded absolutely confident in her ability to wait until they were over. “We don’t know it could be….” “Taxi’s here” Polly said again, pointing down a couple of hundred meters to the road and cutting Victoria's complaint off. For the next 45 minutes things went as well as possible, the group becoming veterans in their riddles, or maybe they were getting easier. The game designer hoping to give those who were falling behind a chance at catching up, but it seemed to be working out well for them. First the Boat house, a fisherman’s friend that had pulled them up to 8th. Then on to the Jolly moose via a quick detour to Box factory pub where Polly and Francesca took use of the empty bathrooms to relieve themselves in a pit stop almost as fast as you would see in formula one. Their small bladders emptying themselves in under 30 seconds, it seemed even their organs were now putting in the effort to help them win this thing. With 4 out of 4 right answers they cheered after downing their drinks outside the Jolly moose. “We are in first!” Jana said in delight as she held her phone, but looking up she didn’t get the same level of excitement from the others she was with. Polly and Willow had already walked off to grab a taxi from the rank nearby. It seemed pointless to call a taxi if there were some just a short walk away and they were trying to keep the momentum they had built up. That just left Jana with Francesca who was currently fixing her hair using her phone, Victoria and Roxy who had barely said a word in the last 10 minutes. Both dark haired women were standing with their legs pressed together tightly, and rocking on the spot as they tried to battle the increasing pressure inside their bodies. Although, it was easy to see that despite her stalwart facial expressions, it was Roxy who was beginning to suffer the worst having not relieved herself all night. A giant bulge pushing out of her usually toned stomach and squeezing against the deathly tight waist band of her jeans. A noticeable bulge pushing up and over it, the buttons almost pulled back through the holes by the pressure being exerted on them by her stomach and bladder. The recent uptick in speed and efficiency forcing them both to down pints faster than they had the rest of the night, the swimming pools worth of liquid now sitting in their round, heavy stomachs. The others had been watching them both but in particular Roxy, originally in enjoyment of her getting some of her own medicine. That has soon changed to a sort of morbid fascination, with each establishment they visited her bulge grew and the pressure increased. They were all starting to wonder how far she could go, her insurmountable bladder taking a beating but holding in there, much to their surprise. In the last pub she had almost groaned after downing the drink, her teeth clenched and nostrils flaring. But she didn’t break, her face sweating and pale but still she held on silently. Would she ever break, surely she must realise at some point she would reach a limit. “Jana…” Victoria said sweetly, her own face flushed and legs rubbing against one another rapidly. “Yes?” Jana replied in kind, knowing where this was going and revelling in the satisfaction she was about to get. “Im sorry for earlier, I didn’t mean it.” Victoria said. “Do you mean what you said to me, to Polly, to Willow? Or about being able to hold it all night to help us win?” Jana said back, enjoying it a little more than she should. The alcohol was clearly brining out a slightly more sadistic side she didn’t know she had. “I…all of it. I really, really need to pee.” Victoria begged calmly, bobbing on the spot. “Well, Maybe you can go in the next place.” Jana replied. “Hey, that wasn’t me that was Roxy!” Said Victoria, throwing her friend under the bus. “Oooahh” Roxy groaned, wobbling slightly where she was stood, a hand resting on her bloated bladder as she looked off into the distance with a thousand-yard stare. The involuntary noise the first clear sign she had given to the others she was starting to struggle, not that they hadn’t already noticed. They were sure even passers by could by now tell something was off, the bouncers had given her a strange look but let them in anyway. Probably thinking she was going be sick rather than what was actually wrong with her, her boulder of a bladder. “You doing alright there?” Jana asked, but the question went unanswered as Roxy just stood there. Clearly she was too preoccupied with ignoring her bladders fullness to reply. “Oh, looks like they got us one” Francesca replied, holding up her phone with a text message from Willow telling them to get their asses over there. Taking a few steps, slow steps in Victoria's case they noticed Roxy hadn’t moved. Her white face extenuating her crimson lips that she was biting nervously. The pristine lines of her lipstick now slightly smudged with marks on her front teeth from where they bit into her painted flesh. “Roxy!” Victoria exclaimed, her own desperation adding urgency to the remark. While she had pee’d once this night, it hadn’t taken long for the multiple pints of energy drink to fill her once again. Now as she restlessly waited for her partner in crime, it was clear to everyone she was basically back to where she had been a couple of hours before. Although this time, the urgency would only be getting worse and worse as the pints flowed through her system relentlessly. Last time it had only been a couple of beers and some water, a fact that she herself was all too aware of. “What!” Roxy snapped back, her legs uncrossing and re-crossing as a hand hovered near her crotch but she refused to give in with everyone watching. A wave of sudden desperation causing her to teeter slightly as she fought against doubling over completely. “Taxi, this way” Victoria added, pointing down the street. “Oh ok” Roxy said, taking a single step before pausing. Looking up she blushed in embarrassment as she realised her friends were watching her every desperate move. She couldn’t believe how humiliated this made her feel. Forcing herself she took another step, grunting softly as she shifted her body around the heavy weight in her abdomen. It took a few minutes to make the walk with the overfilled Roxy struggling to maintain any pace at all. Clear spikes in pain and desperation were flowing through her body as some of the others watched, her facial muscles twitching and reacting to the sensations going on in her body. But eventually they reached the Cab, Victoria leading the way and quickly ushering the others waiting into the car so they could get underway as soon as possible. Her desperation making her act almost in complete opposite of Roxy. “Huuu” Roxy made a strange noise as she was forced to compress her bladder as she sat in the back of the cab, her eyes widening and hands moving to “rest” in her lap. Thankfully it seemed the driver wasn’t paying any attention and as the door to her left slammed shut they were on their way. Arriving at the silly goose 15 minutes later they clamoured out the taxi slowly and headed towards the two story pub on the outskirts of Goose Green. A number of people enjoying the large open green and clear skies for late night picnics or dog walks. “Guys I really need to pee” Victoria said, bobbing up and down on the spot a little faster than she was before, both hands firmly between her legs. “I’ll be quick I promise.” She pleaded, pivoting her body and doing her best to look innocent. “Uhhh” Willow sighed, looking at Jana before laughing slightly to herself. “Well I guess…..” “WE LOVE BLUE WOMBAT!” A group to their right shouted loudly, causing them all to look over. “Shit, we need to be quick!” Francesca commented, they were no longer in first and the competition was literally right there! “Let go!” Willow said urgently as they pushed towards the pub, leaving Roxy standing on her own again. Looking back for a moment the others paused as they watched the desperate woman put one foot tentatively in front of the other. Her lips still pursed and a pained expression on her face. “Roxy….” Willow started. “Im fine!” Roxy shot back slightly angrily. Her body racked in pain and betraying her, she had never had this much trouble holding in her pee but right now she felt humiliated by her childish lack of control. Not needing any more encouragement or wanting to avoid her anger, the others dashed in. “Look, the toilets empty I could go now!” Victoria said as they passed the ladies room, the door open and inviting them in. “No way, we are in second and only like a minute behind the others. What If the next place is the last one.” Francesca said, walking between Victoria and the toilet and steering her towards the bar. “Do you want to win?” “I want to not piss myself” Victoria said sadly, pivoting her right leg and squeezing herself a little tighter. “Well you better keep those ladies muscles clenched, im not loosing this because you were rude to us and then couldn’t control yourself.” Francesca replied, it seemed the closer they got to the front the more they were actually believing they could win it. Something that was making them a little more determined not to let anyone else off the hook for what they had claimed or said earlier. Next to them Polly couldn’t help but feel bad for Victoria, despite what she had said earlier. It was just who she was and was why they were friends. Although, part of her couldn’t help but feel a little good about herself, this time it wasn’t her that was causing them any problems. Her smaller bladder sure had been an issue early on, but since then she had only gone a couple of times and Francesca had been just as many times. But being completely truthful, she too could feel her bladder filling. It had been over almost an hour since she had peed and they had all been constantly drinking through that time. Placing a hand on her stomach she felt it churn slightly, the quantity of energy drinks sitting a little uneasily inside her. The fizzy liquid only amping up the pressure she and the others were feeling inside their bodies. Scanning themselves in Roxy was just about able to keep her outstretched hand steady enough for the barmaid to scan her. A strange look from the woman to the others asking them if they knew if she was ok, but she didn’t say anything. Handing over the cans that they all took swiftly, turning to leave. “Please, I need to pee and so does Roxy” Victoria pleaded as they approached the open bathrooms. “Im fine” Roxy replied in a coldly robotic tone, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of her face as she lumbered along behind them. “Well I need to pee, come on please!” Victoria begged. “Lets do this and if we are wrong you can pee, or if the taxi is a few minutes away then you can go then.” Willow countered, starting to feel bad for her but still wanting to win. “Oooh” Victoria whined, giving in and following them out into the nights air once more. But reaching the bottom of the slope to the pub she couldn’t help but moan loudly, doubling over and clutching herself again. “I cant drink any more, im about to explode!” She whined. “UHgh!” Roxy grunted beside them again, her body clearly reaching intolerable levels of desperation as she fought against the giant mass of liquid bearing down on her tiring muscles. “Do we even have to drink them” Roxy asked quietly, staring strangely at the can in her hand after taking a moment to regain some semblance of control. Although the question itself was a sure sign of how much she was struggling, at the start of the night or even an hour earlier she would never had suggested that. “Yeah, how would they know!” Victoria asked excitedly, looking over towards the others. “Do you guys really want to take that risk?” Willow asked. “Yeah, come on I want these tickets. Don’t get us disqualified now we are basically in the lead!” Francesca replied, folding her arms across her chest and giving both the desperate women a disapproving look. Ignoring the rest of them and dashing to a toilet was one thing, in fact Francesca was assuming that was what would happen when they finally reached their actual limits. But to get them disqualified was totally different. She and the others hadn’t gone all over town to mess it up now. “But I….” Victoria said exasperatedly, bending over clutching her stomach with one hand while the other stayed between her tightly crossed legs. “Right, lets do this. Who knows it might be the last one!” Jana said, pointing to the phone that had now been set up opposite them. “We love blue wombat” they shouted at Polly's phone again for the umpteenth time that night, some of them sounding far more convincing that others. The establishments and drinks blurring together and being hard to count as the night wore on. “Oooha” Victoria whined again, throwing the empty can away from herself and dropping into a crouched position, leaning back she began bobbing on her heels to give her stomach as much room as possible. Fumbling with her Jeans she undid the top button. Breathing heavily through her nose as she set her bladder free, although the relief was worryingly short lived. Another painful pulse rolling through her abdomen as she bounced, slamming her shoe into her crotch as if hammering a nail into a the boards covering the cracking defences of her muscles. The onslaught of water and drinks driving her crazy, the strange bouncing jostling everything around inside her violently but for some reason it seemed to help. The overbearing weight on her muscles gone, replaced with a painful sensation as if the expanded bag of water inside her was pulling on her skins nerves directly. But somehow it seemed to help her desperation, the pain replacing the overwhelming urge to pee like stubbing a toe to ignore a headache. “Right you guys said I could go if we got it wrong or the taxi is late?” She said to the others. “We were right!” Polly announced a moment later, “We in first again!” Wait, why were we rushing. What about that other group at the front shouting about blue wombat? Victoria thought to herself. "Weird, I guess that other group got another of the clues wrong and came here?" Willow said to Jana, Dam it that meant that was one option down for peeing now, Victoria thought to herself, but that still left…. But as she looked up a she noticed a cab pulling up, a group of 4 people rushing out and towards the pub. They must be the group in second and were only 2 minutes ahead of them. That kind of difference was tiny, a wrong turn in the taxi, even walking slower than them could cost them the lead. But Victoria couldn’t help but hope that somehow as she watched Polly talk to the driver, that he already had another fare lined up. She knew she shouldn’t be hoping for that, she and all of her friends really wanted these tickets. It was rumoured to be the last time the band would tour, they couldn’t miss this opportunity. But she felt minutes if not seconds from soaking her jeans and embarrassing herself. “He’s free!” Polly said waving them over to the now unoccupied cab. “Oooh” Victoria sobbed internally, before groaning loudly as she heaved her heavily bloated bladder up from her position. Forks of pain shooting out as her skin creaked under the strain of its increased mass. Ambling towards the cab next to the equally slow moving and deathly white Roxy, their footsteps was causing powerful pulses to radiate from their throbbing bladders. “Ooohohoh” The pair whimpered as the lowered themselves into the cab. “Oh GOD!” Roxy shouted as she sat down in the cab, a hand shooting to her waist, grasping at her jeans for a second before a loud and sudden tearing noise could be heard. Followed a second later by a series of loud clinks as the top button of her jeans exploded off them and ricochet around the cab. “Jesus” The cab driver muttered to himself. “Sorry” Polly said sweetly, hoping he wasn’t about to kick them out for that, or more likely the two writhing women clearly minutes from peeing in his cab. “Where too?” He said, shaking his head. “Hog and Handmaid please” Polly replied, the clue about an unlikely friendship fairly simple to deduce, although it had been a fierce discussion while waiting for Roxy and Victoria to reach them outside about this and the stag and pheasant. But of the two options this seemed the odder, so off they went. By this time in the night the roads were much clearer. It was almost midnight and everyone was clearly already where they were spending the night. The occasional taxi whizzed passed them, taking their drunk occupants home early. Lines of people were now starting to form outside the late night takeaways as they spilled out of the pubs and headed to the bars and night clubs that stayed open later. A quick detour to recharge before heading out again. “We neeeeeed to stop” Victoria whined again. “Ignore her” Francesca said, trying to play it off to the driver. “Im about to wet myself” “You better not!” The driver said angrily, looking in his rear-view mirror. “She can hold it, it will be fine!” Willow cut her off, ignoring her desperate plea and holding up a hand apologetically to the driver. “Wait, the toilet in town. Please, I can just use that.” Victoria countered, thinking back to Jana and her near miss earlier. “Its like 5 minutes to the next place, come on!” Francesca countered again. “We can hold it” Roxy said, her face a deep grimace as she violently gripped her crotch with all her might. Even with the button flying off and the temporary release, it was only helping so much in this position. “I cant….” Victoria repeated, rocking backwards and forwards in her seat. But as she stammered out those words she noticed the metallic silver cubicle go past in the window, a long line of desperate looking people waiting their turn. Several unable to wait and urinating publicly next to it, a couple even using the same bushes Jana had been forced to earlier. It seemed she had inadvertently used what seemed to be an almost regular feature for late night relief. Moaning deeply she hung her head, her feet starting to stamp into the floor of the car as she continued to rock in her seat, the subtle acceleration of the taxi telling them all the driver didn’t want to take any chances. A bonus for their chances of staying in first but as they hit a small pot hole that would have been bearable at lower speeds, Victoria and Roxy both groaned loudly. Their muscles assaulted by the sudden bump and shaking their control violently. Hearing the women grunt behind him, the driver once again looked their way. A prolonged glance back, not at their faces but the condition of the seats under them. Clearly worrying more about his upholstery than the uncomfortable passengers. Lifting his foot off the pedal he decided that the best option for him and his car was to take their time. Even if it put more time between the women and a bathroom, that wasn’t his problem. It would take longer but he knew from experience in this town hitting the pot holes wouldn’t end well. More than once desperate passengers had lost control in his car, then trying to blame him for going to fast and refusing to pay. He wasn’t going to give these women any reason not to pay, so doing his best to ignore the constant shuffling and grunting he focused on the road ahead. Trying to be as smooth and careful as possible. Despite this, the group arrived quickly at the next pub, a few smokers stood outside the front, but it looked like there was no que. “I need to pee” Victoria said again as she cradled her bloated bladder getting out of the taxi. A prolonged Grunt escaping from Roxy behind her. The weight of standing tugging down at her muscles as gravity took hold and she lost the support of the seat. Swallowing deeply the dark-haired woman closed her eyes, sucking in her lips and she fought ever increasingly urgent waves of desperation. She had passed all previously known limits and desperation levels almost an hour ago. Roxy didn’t know how this could get any worse, but she was determined to hold it all in, no matter what. Her bladder was indestructible and would take anything she threw at it! “I need to pee” Victoria announced once more, no one seemingly acknowledging her. “Fine you can pee when we submit the clip” Francesca snapped, they had all heard her the first 10 times in the cab. At least Jana hadn’t gone on about it like she was now. “I need to go now!” Victoria pleaded, her legs violently shaking and rubbing furiously together. “How about we at least get the drinks?” Jana suggested “That way if anyone else comes in we don’t lose any time behind them?” Nodding Victoria continued slowly towards the pub, but behind them they noticed another taxi pulling up. It was the group from before! “Quick!” Willow almost shouted “I cant do quick!” Victoria answered back as Roxy heaved herself forwards. Her eyes burning and hands now grasping and clutching her aching bladder. One foot in front of the other was all she could think about as they made their way forwards. The other group seemingly more relaxed as one of them got out of the cab. Making eye contract with Polly it seemed like they realised the situation quickly, ushering the others to get out of the taxi. They were so close every second mattered! Maybe not at this pub or the next one, but they would all add up eventually. Turning Polly ran for it, joined by Francesca and Jana they apologised to a waiter on his way out the front door they almost ran into. Quickly finding the bar they approached the bar. “6 Blue wombat” Polly uttered breathlessly. “Sure thing” The barman said with a strange smile on his face. Combing a strand of her hair from her face Polly suddenly felt a little subconscious, why was he looking at her like that. Grabbing the cans, she went to run away before he remined her of their wrist bands. “Oh yeah sorry” She blushed again, holding out her hand just as the others made their way over. Roxy and Victoria slowly approaching as the other group barged through. Thankfully though Polly had got their first. “How can I help” A bar tender asked to their left, the other group instantly darting over. “Come on!” Polly waved them over urgently, but it seemed the two bloated and desperate women approaching we going as fast as their bodies would allow. The pained and heavy breathing audible even before they got to the counter. Finally having scanned themselves they each grabbed a drink a glance over to the other group showing they truly were neck and neck. Walking back towards the door Victoria slowed near the sign to the ladies. “I nee….” “Don’t even say it, move! What if this is the last place. You can pee after we find out.” Francesca said sternly Whimpering Victoria continued, picking up her pace and walking through the door, Jana having run ahead with Polly to set up their phone. The other group now passing them once again as the groaning and straining Roxy let out another deep noise as she hoisted her massively expanded body along. Breathing in through clenched teeth both of them made it outside, Willow waiting with the next door open and accidently holding it open for the other team. Emerging into the cold air they both gasped, their desperation peaking but moving next to Willow they are ready to film. “We love blue wombat!” Both groups yelled, almost in unison. The night air filled with the popping sounds of a dozen cans being opened. Tipping them back most of them guzzled them down, the two groups eyeing each other as they raised their cans further and further into the air. Sucking the drinks out of the cans and greedily slurping them as fast as possible. The nights race could be won or lost in these moments. Or….there could be another 10 pubs to go. A thought that hit Roxy as she grunted into her can. She was desperately trying to drink but there was in immovable lump in her throat, her whole body tensing up to save her bladder. It was maxed out, hitting its capacity several drinks ago. But despite this she had continued to down them, but now it seemed that it was just impossible. “Oaaahhh!” Roxy groaned, doubling over violently as her body rebelled against drinking anything more. Forks of pain radiated from her bladder, her skin tingling painfully as it was stretched taught across her massively distended abdomen. The basket ball sized protrusion pushing against her already damaged clothes. The sheer weight of it pulling on the tendons in her back as she stooped. Next to her, the others in her group had finished, even Victoria who was already dancing around madly. Sweat was pouring off both of them as they struggled, grunting and groaning. “Allright we got it” Someone from the other group yelled.” “Arhhhh” Roxy shouted as she pulled herself up, forcing the can to her lips and drinking again. Her bladder shaking and painfully contracting inside of her. But they had a contest to win, her bladder could take it. Finally the can was empty and upturning it Polly rushed over to the camera, maybe if her connection was better they could upload first? Although what would really matter was who could get the taxi to the next place first. Something that had already occurred to her. While Roxy had been struggling with the drink she had grabbed Jana’s phone and quickly booked them a taxi. It would already be on the way, so even if they were now in second they would quickly retake the lead. “YYYEEEESSS!!!!” A shout came from her left. Looking over the group next to them were celebrating, sharing hugs and high fives. “No….” Polly said softly as the realisation dawned on them. They were not just celebrating being in first….but they had won!” *Ding* Looking down it only confirmed it. “congratulations on completing the challenge, you have placed 2nd” Congratulations……. Polly thought to herself. “No way it was that close” Willow in disbelief as they watched the other group enter the pub to celebrate. “We lost?” Jana said sadly, everything she had been through tonight had been for nothing? We might have won if someone could have controlled themselves Roxy said, her face sweating and in a mess that made it seem a little hypocritical to be confronting someone about the size of their bladder. Yet it seems she couldn’t resist taking one last shot at Jana, the discomfort she was in caused by the blonde haired woman who has seen fit to doubt her. There was never any question in her mind. “Me?” Jana asked, now annoyed that her friend was blaming her. “Yes you, if you could have held it until the next pub we wouldn’t have come second” “Guys…I really need to pee!” Victoria interjected, for some reason not just rushing off to the bathroom the moment the result came in. Now dancing around them in a small circle. “Well, now its over we can go. Those of us that have some self control” Roxy replied, squinting at Jana as sweat rolled down from her forehead. “Actually, if you remember, you agreed to hold it until we were back home. I don’t know about this but it doesn’t seem like your house to me?” “You cant be serious?” Willow said to Jana, indicating to the throbbing, desperately dancing women that looked seconds from exploding in a shower of piss. “Hey, im not stopping them peeing now. Im just saying what they agreed too” Jana said, knowing full well what that kind of thing would do to Roxy. She may as well have been stopping her physically. “Fine, im in nnn…no hurry” Roxy said, folding her arms across her chest. “I don’t fucking care anymore, ive already said sorry so im going to go and pee before I piss my pants right here.” Victoria said, slowly and with careful steps walking back towards the pub. Raising an eyebrow Jana once again silently challenged Roxy, wondering if Victoria giving in would end her prideful display. She once again couldn’t help but be impressed by the display of fortitude, but now it was just getting silly. She was clearly in pain but refusing to give up. Her entire body seemed to be quivering and straining at the seams to keep the nights worth of drinks inside of her. The contest was over but still wouldn’t give in, not that she was helping make that easy. “Guys! There was a huge line and im about to pee myself!” Victoria said hastily as she arrived back at the group, an exerted and worried look on her face. Now moving faster to the annoyance of Roxy and Francesca. It seemed now that she wasn’t trying to hold it and was simply looking for somewhere to pee she had become frantically fast moving. Her legs bouncing up and down as she almost marched around them in desperate agony. “Well the Taxi is here and Roxy’s house is like 3 minutes away” Willow suggested. She was done with tonight, they hadn't won the tickets and now she just wanted to get home and relax. “Well I have to say, I didn’t expect you to make it.” Francesca admitted as a red-faced Victoria and pale as a sheet Roxy walked in, the latter having thrown her keys to Willow to open up. Unable to take the time or concentration away from holding herself to find the keys and unlock the door. Their stomachs and bladders several times larger than they had been when they had left 5 hours earlier. “Well…we….did” Roxy replied, pausing for breath between each word. It might have been an attempt at emphasis and to rub it in their faces, but if it was, it had failed dramatically and only emphasised how close she was to her limit. “Just” Willow threw into the conversation, a smile on her face. Now with the toilet so close to them, she didn’t mind jibing at them again. After all, it was all their own prideful fault. “I…Im fine. I could keep going longer” Roxy muttered out in her direction. “Oh no, no more. I’m not letting you bust my bladder any more than you have already.” Victoria said, monetarily looking up to waggle a finger at Roxy before shuddering and returning the much needed hand to between her legs. “Yeah and you don’t have to pretend any more, we can see your bladder through your shirt, not to mention what its done to your jeans.” Willow said, pointing at the giant bulge sticking out of her usually flat stomach and broken jeans. “It looks like your jeans are about to burst open” Victoria added, still marching on the spot. Seemingly waiting for someone to give her permission to pee still. “Im fine, im in control” Roxy said in a monotone voice as her eyes twitched in response to the obvious lie she was trying to perpetrate. “Really, even now?” Jana asked, smiling in disbelief about her friend’s stubbornness. But taking a deep breath she shook her head. “Look, you’ve kept your word and I can’t say I’m not impressed. Why don’t you just go and pee.” “I am fine!” Roxy repeated, swallowing hard at the end of the sentence. “I….didnt say you weren’t” Jana started before being cut off by a tug on her shirt. “Um I…” A red-faced Polly said, her face contorted in desperation herself. She had managed to go the last few pubs without going, a source of pride but also discomfort for the small woman. Somehow despite the onslaught of drinks, she had managed to stay level with Francesca on pees. Despite her small frame and small bladder she hadn’t been the cause of their loss. Not that she blamed Jana either, the other group must just have been faster. “Can I….” Polly started before frowning and bending slightly. “Of course Polly, you don’t have to ask me.” Jana said moving to the side as the desperate woman ran through. Why were they asking her, had she really taken over as task master of their bladders? “Ok im next” Francesca added, despite having peed the most frequently during the night and being far less desperate than either Victoria or Roxy. In fact it would have been hard to tell she even needed to go if she hadn’t asked, a familiar thing to happen through the night. Despite never having actually looked desperate the entire night, she had been the one afforded most toilet breaks along with Polly. “No way, when she comes out I need to go otherwise there will be a massive wet patch in your hallway Roxy, Tell her.” Looking longingly at the door to her own toilet she snapped out of the trance, her white cheeks flushing as if being discovered that she actually needed to pee. “Your bladder can handle it, I thought you had control.” Roxy replied, being caught out making her double down, almost challenging Victoria or mocking her for admitting such a basic need. “We can wait until after them all.” Roxy continued her eyes blinking quickly as she clearly winced as something painful happened inside her maxed out bladder. “We have drunk like a million pints, and I’ve only peed once!” Victoria cried, re-crossing her legs tighter and banging her balled up fists into her thighs in despair or anger. “I haven’t gone once.” Roxy said coldly, flinching again as despite her confident words her body betrayed her. Painful rumbling pulses beginning to flow through her distended bladder as the waves of pee crashed up against her straining muscles. The tight cramping sensations she had been feeling for over an hour now impossible to ignore, and it was taking all her strength not to be constantly groaning from the monumental effort. The few she had accidently let out made her feel ridiculous, imagine not being able to contain yourself. “Yeah and just look at you!” Victoria replied, doubling over while indicating to the heavily pregnant looking, sweating mess that the once beautiful woman had become, all for the cost of her pride. Hearing the toilet flush through the otherwise quiet house both desperate women flinched, pursing their lips and bending over slightly. A moment of hesitation that might prove fatal as the door opened to reveal a slightly awkward looking Polly who was now being stared at. But a couple of seconds later she was pushed out of the doorway by Francesca who claimed the bathroom despite the earlier protests. The door shutting and the sound of the small metal bolt sliding into place audible above the exhale of air from Victoria. Staring at the badly painted white door, Victoria couldn’t take it any more, her bladder throbbed and this time her muscles were going to listen to its demand to relieve itself. “Oh god.” She said, standing upright and cupping her groin with both hands. She could feel it, the inevitable was happening, her muscles were faltering. The steel walls of her bladder beginning to buckle under the weight of the energy drinks inside her, was that extra pint of water the fatal drink of the night? She knew she couldn’t hold it any longer, her mind already made up. Shuffling more than walking she rushed past the others, heading for her only salvation, the small patio back garden. Reaching the large glass doors she almost wept as they refused to move, her muscles quivering and burning as she took their much needed support away. For a second she felt her muscles contract and then relax. Clenching for all she was worth she regained control and despite the momentary relaxation she couldn’t feel any wetness, a small blessing considering. Continuing to clench her thighs, she ground them against each other as she bounced on one foot. But thankfully she had been here before and knew she only needed to click the little white handle thing, something easier when sober and not breaking your neck for a piss she thought to herself. But after a few seconds she managed to click open the door, sliding it open and rushing through. Hitting the now cold air of the night she felt her bladder spasm again and this time a burst of pee rushed through her defences, a small warm patch now in her underwear but she was more worried about the rest of it, than the tiny amount that had escaped. Not even making it out of the doorway she took two steps and yanked her jeans down, the top button already undone before the taxi ride back. Groaning loudly a heavy stream erupted between her toned thighs even before she was in position, her feet arching slightly in her shoes as she finally got what she wanted. Her body relishing in the immense pleasure it felt as she relaxed, her head falling back as she breathed a ragged and deep sigh of relief. The loud splattering continuing as her steaming piss forced its way out of her at some speed in the best pee she had ever taken. “Im going to order a Pizza” Francesca announced as she walked out of the bathroom, clearly not phased or unaware of what Victoria had just done. Willow excitedly pointed a finger at her, following towards the kitchen and the delivery menus. “All yours” Jana said, smiling and indicating to the toilet. Roxy’s quivering body jerking slightly as she recovered from hearing the rushing noise of the loud water pipes in her house as Francesca flushed. The cistern in particular burrowing into her psyche as it refilled noisily, pumping and dripping noises amplified by the cracked porcelain. “Do…you need to g…go?” Roxy stammered at Jana through a clenched jaw. More beads of sweat rolling down her face as she chewed her lips. “What?” Jana asked confused. “Do…..” Roxy trailed off, nodding or perhaps teetering towards the door. A strange flutter of her eyes and quiet pained squeak escaping her lips as she convulsed slightly. “I mean I want to pee yeah but…” Jana started, but was cut off by Roxy. “I… I….I can wait” Roxy smiled unconvincingly. “Seriously?!” Jana said incredulously, unable to believe how far Roxy was going to prove her superiority. “Fine” She added raising her hands up in surrender, shaking her head and walking into the toilet before she said something she regretted. In truth she had been getting desperate but would have been fine to wait, but this seemed like the only way to get Roxy to give in and pee. However as soon as the door was closed Roxy couldn’t help but groan again. With no one watching her, the façade she was playing for the last 2 hours fell apart instantly. With her left hand shoved un-lady like down the front of her jeans, Roxy stood firmly on one leg as the other crossed and re-crossed itself around it. Winding itself around the other tightly and squeezing it like an anaconda. The manic movements and pulses from her giant bladder causing her to grunt with each passing second, but the steely look and fire in her eyes remained. She would prove to them all that she could hold it, even as the fiery pain began to amplify between her legs. Striking painful sensations building up from her core and bounding around inside her numb muscles. “Ooooah” she groaned suddenly, doubling over and outstretching a hand to grab hold of the bathroom door frame. Sweat dripping off her face and onto the floor as she silently stood their staring at the floor. Her eyes bloodshot and unblinking as she felt her whole-body cramping, strange pins and needles going up and down her limbs as wild goose bumps formed all over her skin. Her giant and abused bladder tingling like nothing she had experienced before, the pain of the last hour amplifying constantly. Meanwhile outside Victoria was still revelling in her pee. It seemed to have no limit, the giant puddle expanding outwards from her and encompassing much of the tiny yard. But finally she felt her stream loosing power, a few last drips falling into the wet mess she had made. Sighing deeply she let her body relax fully, her bladder still tingling slightly but feeling much better now. Standing slowly she took a moment to inspect the damage to her clothes and was happy to see that despite the feeling only a tiny wet spot could be seen on her jeans. It would be almost impossible for anyone to see, but pulling her clothes on fully she couldn’t help but feel the cold wetness of her underwear against herself. Adjusting herself she buttoned up her trousers, sighing in relief once more and patting her bladder. The dull thump reminding her of the fact there was still so much more to pass through. But now she was back home she wouldn’t have to worry about that. Sliding the door open she entered the house, taking a last glance at her puddle and hoping it would dry quickly so the others wouldn’t see. Although, she was kind of proud of the size of it, maybe it would make the others realise how seriously desperate she had been if they did see it. “Oh my god!” Victoria said as she walked through to the corridor, unable to believe the sight before her. A dark stain already spreading down the back of Roxy’s jeans, the denim material darkened down her left leg. Hunched over and clutching the door frame Roxy’s enormous bladder had finally won the battle for control. For a few seconds she had been leaking, a slow but steady trickle escaping her burning muscles, the warmth flowing down between her clenched thighs and around her backside. Groaning she had tried to stem the stream but she had already been clenching with all her strength. There was simply nothing she could have done. She didn’t even hear Victoria come back in, her ears filled with the sound of her own pulse as she held her breath. But a few moments later the dam gave way and the ocean of pee stored in her bladder began to rush out. A loud hissing noise emanating from between her legs as a tide of wetness exploded out of her. A torrential downpour starting between her legs as the dark stain grew rapidly in all directions. Both the front and back of her legs darkening quickly as the material became saturated with her accident, slightly yellow streams flowing off both of her knees and rushing out the bottom of her trousers and filling her shoes. They themselves going from a light grey blue to an almost navy colour as they filled and began to overflow. Quivering Roxy shook violently as her body continued to relax, the spasms caused by her body trying to relax and empty as quickly as possible. She had pushed her body to its absolute limits and breaking point. The volume of liquid coming out of her astonishing Victoria, how was it possible one person could be holding so much. I mean, she had seen the size of her bladder bulge but still, this was ridiculous. Stepping back the puddle around the now panting woman continued to grow, a flushing noise from the bathroom temporarily drowning out the hissing and pattering of the accident. “What the….” Jana said from the other side of the door. As it opened it was clear why, Roxy’s accident had gone under the door, the thin carpet on this side unable to soak it all up and some of it had gone under the door of the bathroom. Expanding across the even tiled floor and almost trapping Jana in there. For more than two minutes Roxy peed, the energy drink’s, beer and water of the night finally catching up with her and making a bid for freedom. But finally she ran dry, the corridor absolutely soaked in her urine. Standing there the three of them didn’t say anything, Jana and Victoria exchanging a glance of what to say. “Who wants Pizza!” Polly said gleefully as she rounded the corner to be met with the wet scene in front of her. The accident happening almost silently in the house. Blushing her face went bright red, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. “I..bud..tu..fff” She stammered, causing Victoria to start laughing. Roxy and Jana joining in, the reality of the night sinking in and what had just happened. The things they did for free tickets, they thought to themselves. 1 week later..... Sitting at a table in a coffee shop Polly and Jana were sipping on their drinks as both their phones dinged. Casually looking over Polly couldn’t help but let out a strange squeal of surprise and happiness as she looked over the message she had just gotten. It was from the promotions organisers. “Due to violations in the rules and stipulations of the contest, the group previously awarded first place has been disqualified for failing to consume the drinks in the required fashion. After reviewing the CCTV footage provided by our partners of the group in question emptying out cans instead of drinking them. We are happy to announce that as runners up, you have now been awarded the provisional title of winners, pending an investigation into your group. Congratulations!” ------------------------------------------------------------------ I hope you all enjoyed the ending of the story. Let me know what you guys thought. Note sure if the extra bit at the end of them winning makes it better or worse haha, but who doesnt like a happy ending.!
  15. Hey thank you, sorry its been so long. Work has been manic, its like there has been a year and a half of things to catch up on or something... But good news I have the beginning and end of the chapter written, just need to fill out the middle and add a couple of details to hopefully make it meet peoples expectations.
  16. Still one of my all time favourites, loved the continuation and cant wait for more!
  17. Thank you all for the kind words and I am glad you enjoyed it!
  18. Hey guys, here is my next / previous story. It started over in the Interactives section, but I decided to turn it into a normal story due to limited interaction (by bad design). I explained a lot of the set up over there, so im going to just link it here if you want to know more about the premise and characters although ive made a few tweaks to those after realising the story needed a little bit of a protagonist: Some things may have changed a little since then because of the shift in formatting and taking the time to make it a properly flowing story (Hopefully). The desperate promotion – Part 1 (of 2) “Have you got it?” Willow asked as the group huddled around their Phones, desperately waiting for the contest to start. “Not yet” Jana responded, her phone in one hand as she nervously bit into the sparkly painted nails on the other. “I told you to reset the internet earlier.” Francesca replied bluntly, inspecting the bottom of her beer bottle before setting it down on the table. “Im on Data and I haven’t got it either.” Victoria replied, cutting short any arguments. “Anyone want another drink?” Willow asked, putting her phone in her pocket and grabbing her almost empty bottle and tipping the last drops into her mouth. Walking over she placed it down next to the rows of empty beer bottles the group had gone through since gathering here at Roxy’s house a couple of hours earlier. They had been waiting for this event for days, the VIP tickets on offer the perfect prize for the group who had failed to get tickets in the two minutes they had been available before selling out. They hadn't been to a live gig in a couple of years and they looked forward to re-living their misguided youth. “Yeah sure” Roxy said, holding up her own empty bottle and swaying it slightly for Willow to grab. “Concentrate guys, its 20:01 are we sure we signed up correctly. What if our form was wrong?” Francesca asked, could this have all been for nothing. “I got the email reply that said we were accepted.” Polly said, gently chewing her lip as she watched her phone and refreshed her inbox constantly. Walking back over with two bottles Willow handed one to Roxy, “That’s the second crate empty” she announced, but it seemed the others were too preoccupied to worry about the number of beers left. “Oh!” Jana exclaimed, a ding from her phone quickly followed by a number of other tones from each of their phones. They had received the first Clue, the start of the strange scavenger hunt that was between them and their tickets. “Ok guys, here we go!” Roxy exclaimed happily, fired up by the contest and swigging from her bottle before looking down at the phone. “A different kind of game?” Victoria said, clearly slightly confused by the cryptic message. “Is that it?” Francesca added, staring at her phone and scrolling through it. “Ok, Jana you get up the list of pubs and we can try and figure this out.” Willow replied, sipping from her own bottle and joining Roxy in looking at Jana’s phone. “Guys the taxi is almost here, its two minutes away.” Polly said, showing her screen of the booked taxi and its location, the small icon of the car shuffling around the map. “I mean it could be something to do with game animals?” Jana suggested as she checked her purse for everything they would need after losing her phone to Roxy and Francesca. Their eagerness not waiting for her to look over the map before peering in and making it simpler just to give them the phone. “Shit, well lets get ready to go. If we need too, we can figure it out in the car.” Victoria added, putting her half empty drink down and grabbing her bag. Looking towards the bathroom Polly wondered if she had time to dash into it, but a beep from outside told her she didn’t. It didn’t really matter, it was just a precautionary pee anyway. “You sure you have everything?” Francesca asked as she slid her coat on, it felt a little bit odd for them to be dressing so casually on a sort of night out. But, they had all agreed to put the competition first and above all other things. They could always go out next weekend, but this was their one chance to get these tickets! “Yeah, now come on the taxi is right outside!” Roxy grunted, using a finger to slip her trainers on without undoing the laces. “One second!” Willow said, upturning her bottle and starting to down the rest of it. “Come on!” Roxy said smiling, linking her arm around Willows and pulling her towards the door still drinking. “Good to go” the black-haired woman responded a few moments later, setting the empty bottle on the table by the door as they stepped out. Stumbling into the large car the group packed themselves in, Francesca jumping in the front with Jana’s phone still in her hand. “Where too?” The driver asked, causing them to look up and pause. They hadn’t really thought about that, they had been too busy grabbing their things. As always, when they had told Polly they were ready for her to order a taxi, it hadn’t quite been the truth. “Girls?” Francesca asked handing Jana her phone. It was now or never. “I don’t know, what about Jacob’s tipple?” Jana replied “It could be the black grouse?” Victoria added “That seems a bit obvious though, what about the shrunken head?” Roxy put in, their minds clearly taking them to different answers for the simple yet deceptive question. “It could be any of them…” Francesca said looking a little disheartened as the group fell silent for a moment. “Jacobs tipple is just round the corner if you want me to take you there first? I guess you are doing the scavenger hunt tonight?” The young taxi driver asked, clearly reading the room. “Yeah we are!” Willow said happily. “And we are going to win!” Victoria added slight tipsily, the alcohol from pre drinks clearly starting to have an impact on her. “How about I take you to Jacobs tipple and then I can take you wherever you need to go after?” he offered “That would be amazing!” “Yeah, thank you so much” Jana added, stuffing her phone back into the small pockets in her jean shorts. They had never been to Jacob’s tipple despite it being as close as the driver had suggested. A couple of minutes later they were outside the corner pub, groups of people enjoying a pint on the picnic tables near the front of the traditional pub. “We will be quick!” Francesca shouted back at the cabbie as they burst out of the car and made their way into the pub, hoping their proximity would surge them into the lead. “So, what do we need to do again?” Victoria checked. “It says we need to go in and get a drink from the bar and there should be a thing to scan that will give us a code. We then record us drinking outside the pub and upload it to our social media with the code. If its right it will send a new clue and we move onto the next one.” “Sounds simple enough.” Roxy said nodding. “Lets get the party started!” she laughed, shaking her torso as if dancing to some exotic music. Her strange sense of humour raising their spirits as they found their way to where they could order. Waiting patiently at the bar, the group were happy to see they looked like they were the first ones here. Although, it shouldn’t have been surprising given they had started just around the corner, if this kept up then they would be certain of victory! “Hi, we are part of the Blue Wombat promotion.” Victoria said as a barman walked towards them polishing a glass. “Promotion?” The barman asked, looking a little bemused before Victoria pointed to the bracelet on her wrist. It had come with the pack and information when they signed up, it was probably to stop other people getting a free drink. “Oh right that thing, yeah sorry.” He continued before pulling out a QR code and 6 large cans of Blue Wombat from the bottom of the fridge. Taking a moment to clearly mark off 6 cans on a wall chart pinned to the frazzles board. “Good luck” he finished off, before moving on to pour a group of regulars several pints of biter. Shrugging to each other, they each grabbed a pint sized can and rushed out of the pub. Happy to see their taxi man still waiting patiently. “Ok, and remember to say we love Blue wombat before we start.” Polly said, fumbling with her phone for a few moments. Setting it up on a small wall near the front, they used an ash tray to prop it up and make sure they were all in frame. Hitting record, the group popped open their cans. “We love Blue Wombat!” they said loudly as they began to chug the drink down. Despite the happy outburst Polly and Jana couldn’t help but blush slightly as the public display of extroverted behaviour caught the attention of several people sat nearby. An elderly couple shaking their heads at the young women who were clearly having too much fun for their liking. At least the drink itself was amazing! It tasted like fruit juice with almost no sense of the alcohol inside it. It even managed to cover up the acidic tang their basic energy drinks had. “All right ladies, lets take the lead!” Roxy said, burping loudly and getting a death stare from the old woman smoking on the other side of them, muttering something under her breath. Stopping the recording Polly quickly scanned the QR code which generated a hashtag that she added to the post before uploading it. “So now what?” Francesca asked as the group gathered around the phone. “Well, they are supposed to be scanning posts they are tagged in for hashtags, like our name and then code we just got so that….. *Bing* “There we go….what…we were wrong!?” Polly said, recoiling from her phone as if it had just somehow insulted her. “Did you do it right?” Francesca added, her tone a little harsher than she probably meant it to be as they grouped around the phone in disbelief. “Yes, look” Polly said handing her phone over. “Come on guys, lets not argue, lets just head to the next place.” Willow added calmly, her face still a picture of optimism and enjoyment despite the setback. “Yeah, that only took us 5 minutes. I am sure people will live outside of town and have to travel in. We are probably still high up if we get to the next place quickly.” Jana added, hoping to dispel any angst the group was feeling towards each other. They were a team, they were sure to make mistakes along the way so it was important to remember that. “To the Black grouse inn!” Victoria shouted as she took charge and pointed towards the taxi still waiting for them. Going across town at this time of night was always difficult, but they seemed to have lucked out with their driver. Every time they came to traffic he would swerve off the main road and down some narrow streets before emerging closer to their destination. He certainly seemed to have a really good grasp of the roads and how to avoid any bottlenecks. A fortunate turn of events as they now had to go all the way across town. Leaving old town behind they crossed into Glendale, something that was puzzling to Roxy as she watched the buildings blur past. The Black grouse was in the Seafront district, why were they going this way? But, her questions were soon answered as they crossed the road she would have taken them along only to see bumper to bumper traffic. He had taken them through the residential area and avoided the influx of students and people heading to the town for a night of drinking. “Should be there in two minutes” Their driver announced pulling off the main road, but even his mighty navigation skills couldn’t get them out of what was now ahead of them. “Oh crap.” Jana said as they came to a standstill, the others smiling slightly at her innocent exclamation from their blonde friend. But they quickly disappeared as they spotted the same thing she had, going up the road for the final half a mile was a line of taxi’s and cars including the other competitors! “At least that means we have to be in the right place?” Roxy pointed out. “Come on Victoria, lets put those muscles to some good use. We can walk from here, but thank you so much!” she added from the middle seat, slapping Victoria on the leg playfully and indicating that she should get out. “No problem” The driver smiled, holding up a contactless card machine, another blessing as Francesca could just swipe her apple pay and it would save her dealing with cash. Every second would count, and that would have been at least a minute or two. Walking quickly past the line of cars, they could see many of the groups holding phones displaying the same app they were using, they were in the right place! But behind them a couple of other teams were now getting out, clearly seeing them walk past and deciding they were onto something. Moving towards the bouncer a few minutes later they held out their bracelets causing him to roll his eyes but waved them in amongst the other patrons. “We love blue wombat!” A group shouted loudly as they approached the front of the pub. The young group of students clearly enjoying themselves and dressed up for a night on the town, a rookie mistake Roxy thought to herself. There was no way they would beat them in their tight dresses and high heels, Roxy and the others were dressed for comfort and it would be easy to last the entire night without so much as breaking a sweat. Inside it was packed, but it seemed that most people were not taking part in the hunt at least. With those that were, quickly grabbing their cans from the bar and running out the front to record themselves drinking them. Stepping aside as another group barged their way out, they joined the back of 3 other groups waiting for their cans. Unlike the last place, it seemed the bar woman was actually scanning all their bracelets. A much better way of showing how many had come and drunk at their pub, but for them it meant more time wasted.” “Hey, do you think we have time for me to run to the ladies?” Polly asked quietly, her bladder not enjoying the jostling it had received in the taxi. It was a little embarrassing to admit her need this early in the night, but since they seemed to have some time to burn she might get away with it. “Can you hold it till the next place? I think we should make the most of this and try and get ahead of a couple of these teams.” Jana whispered back. “Yeah, I think they will need to scan your wrist too.” Victoria added a little louder as one of the groups moved past them giggling slightly and holding their cans. “Yeah sure, no problem.” Polly replied, smiling back at them. She didn’t need to go yet. It could wait, she told herself. But she knew from experience that the building pressure inside her bladder would not be able to be put off for too long and would begin to escalate quickly as they continued to drink. She had always envied the others whose bladders seemed to be able to cope with so much more than hers. Standing there the group waited for the five in front of them to get scanned, Francesca tapping her foot lightly on the floor while Victoria seemed to be fidgeting slightly. Did they need to pee too Polly wondered, at least she wasn’t alone. It would be a bit awkward to ask again, but if someone else asked she could just join in with them. “Next” The bar woman shouted, getting them to hold out their wrists one by one and scanning the little barcode on them. “6 beers” She said coldly before grabbing 6 from the room temperature box on the bar and noisily clunking them on the wood. Not waiting for any more delays the group grabbed them and ran. “Sorry guys, going to have to crab another crate. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.” The barwoman told the next team, causing Victoria to smile as they broke out of the packed building and out into the clear night. “We love Blue wombat!” Yet another group cheered next to them, it seemed several teams had gotten ahead of them during their detour. “Why don’t we go over there.” Jana said, pointing out a recess a little bit away from the pub, somewhere they would have more privacy. Shuffling over they repeated their trick with their phone, this time with a little rock and soon began drinking their second pint. They were continuing to be pleasantly surprised by just how good it tasted, a relief considering they didn’t know how many of these they would be drinking tonight. “Right then, I mean this should be right.” Polly said, her legs jiggling slightly as she waited for the reply. “Yessss” She exclaimed happily, causing Roxy and Victoria to high five. “Ok to what does it say?” The others asked as they huddled around the phone. “A sharp turn of events” Polly said quizzically. “So what are we thinking this time?” “Well, a sharp turn could be to do with a wagon wheel?” Willow said pointing to the Gypsy Wagon on the map. “But what about The Lemon Bar? A sharp taste?” Francesca suggested. “Ooooh that sounds good! But really it could be either of them” “Should we get a Taxi?” Polly asked, her legs bowing together slightly as the pressure in her bladder increased. The last can of drink had been difficult to down as quickly as the others, her need to pee making it 10 times harder. Now that the drinks had started to make their presence known, she just wanted to get somewhere quickly so she could pee. “I mean, there might be a problem with that plan” Jana said, indicating to the long line of cars and taxi’s struggling to get into the place and then out again. “Why don’t we walk? The Lemon bar is just along the seafront, it would probably be quicker anyway.” Victoria brought up while twisting slightly awkwardly in place. “Walk?” Polly asked nervously. “Yeah, its less than a mile away. We will be there in no time.” She said confidently, although the others didn’t share this optimism. But looking at one another, none of them could think of anything better to do. At least if they walked, they would still be making progress instead of just standing around for a few minutes. Although Polly had kind of hoped that if they had chosen to wait she might have convinced them to let her pee now. Thankfully for Polly, the constant moving was levelling off her desperation at a manageable level as they started towards the seafront. The costal path just a few minutes away and it would take them directly to where they wanted to go. However, a couple of minutes later there was something that she and the increasingly desperate looking Victoria hadn’t thought about. Cresting the hill that led down to the towns beech, the sound of rushing water and crashing waves met their ears. “Oh god” Polly whispered quietly to herself as she felt her bladder tighten reflexively. Shortening her steps Polly slowed slightly, stuck between wanting to get their as quickly as possible but also trying to distress her bladder as little as possible. Thankfully it seemed that she wasn’t the only one being impacted by it, Francesca and even Jana seemed to be walking slower than usual. Although, while Francesca was looking a little tense, Jana seemed fine. Maybe her friend was just better at hiding her need, but knowing she was not alone made Polly feel a little better. Jana always loved the sea, the stroll along the seafront brining a smile to her face as they walked. To her right she watched the sunset over the horizon, a large container ship silhouetted against the red skyline. The calming sound of the waves overcoming the competitiveness of what they were doing and making part of her wish she could just stay on the beach forever. Further forwards Victoria was almost marching off without them, her natural fitness and increasing need to pee causing her to walk faster than normal. Just like Polly, the constant crashing of the waves was causing her some strife internally, her mind never far from her need to pee and unable to distract itself. “Hey guys, can we get a picture?” Jana suggested cheerily. “We are in a race.” Victoria laughed, the group stopping for a moment and causing her to sigh to herself. “Come on, look out there. The sunset looks so nice, just one Photo.” Jana asked, pouting slightly. “Yeah, its super pretty.” Willow joined in. “I mean its been a while since we have had a nice one.” Roxy gave in, apparently casting the winning vote as the others grouped around each other on the seafront. Rolling her eyes a little Victoria walked up behind them, stooping slightly and resting a hand on her thigh. “Smile everyone!” Jana said as she did her sweetest smile, holding her phone up to take a group selfie. *click* “See, was that so bad. Now we have a memory that will last us a lifetime.” She added as she lowered her phone, inspecting the nice group photo. “I don’t think that’s how memories work.” Francesca joked before a strange look overcame her face for a moment. Starting to walk again the group seemed to split in two, with Victoria, Roxy and Willow walking a little quicker than the others. While Polly’s filling bladder, Francesca and Jana fell a little behind as Jana cycled through the possible filters for her photo on Instagram. It only took them about 15 minutes for the front three to reach the bar, the others lagging a minute or so behind. Victoria’s pace even speeding up in the last few hundred meters as she neared the establishment. Her rapidly filling bladder causing her to power walk her way up to it. Going through the large glass doors they found themselves in a relatively busy bar, yellow neon lemon lights signalling the way to the bar. Looking through the crowds Victoria took note of the sign to the ladies up the stairs next to them. When the others caught up she would have to ask one of the others to take her place as she nipped to the loo. It wasn’t too bad yet but she was starting to feel the extra couple of glasses of water she had to combat the alcohol. She was working tomorrow morning and did not want a hangover, especially when she was doing circuit training. Something that brought up a good point… “Do you guys know what percentage these things are? Should we be worried about getting drunk?” she asked as they took their place in line, three other groups standing ahead of them and another joining just behind them. “You should never be worried about getting drunk.” Roxy smiled, nudging her slightly. “But I think they are only 3%, so that shouldn’t be a problem even for Polly.” Exchanging smiles they could both remember the last time their friend had gotten drunk and her rather public singing display that they still teased her about now a couple of years later. Meanwhile, outside Polly couldn’t help but smile for another reason as she spotted the sign for the bar. She was almost there and not a moment too soon. Her muscles had been sending her warning signs for the last couple of minutes as her bladder seemed to be heating up inside her. A strange warm tingling sensation giving her a general sense of unease as in her peripheral she watched the sea churn against the sea wall. “After you” Jana said, holding the door open for the three stragglers. “You guys go ahead, I think im going to nip to the ladies.” Polly said quietly as she ducked inside. “We need you to scan your bracelet, can you go after?” Jana asked as she followed the others in. “I…Im sorry but I really need to go. It will take me 2 minutes.” Polly blushed, she wasn’t usually one to push her own wants above others, but this situation was getting dire. If she knew where the next place was and how long it would be, she might have been convinced. But given the unknown timeframe of everything, she didn’t want to be caught short. “Ok, but be quick.” Francesca added, a twinge from her own bladder making her think about going up after Polly. But shrugging it off, the pair looked around for the others. Rushing up the stairs Polly supported her bladder as it jostled around inside her. Dodging out of the way of a couple holding hands she rounded the corner of the stairs, following the signs to the lady’s room. Opening the first door she was met with a line of other women standing around and chatting. “Oh god.” Polly whispered to herself again as she tensed her muscles and stood up straight. Despite needing to pee she didn’t want to attract any attention from those waiting in line. She would die with embarrassment if they saw her dancing around like a little girl, even if that was what she really wanted to do. Joining the back of the que she pursed her lips and pressed her legs together, hopefully this wont take too long or the others might get annoyed. “Finally…wait where is Polly?” Roxy asked as Francesca and Jana joined them “She’s gone to the ladies, be down in a second.” Jana filled her and the others in. “Really, couldn’t she have waited until after?” Victoria asked, her own legs jiggling slightly. “I mean, she did ask at the last place. At least this way we got ahead of a few groups.” Jana defended their friend. Taking a couple of steps forwards a few minutes later, they were next after the group currently being served. This bar offering a similar bar code scanning as the last one but seemingly having some technical difficulties. “Well, she better hurry up or we are going to have to wait for her to go through the line on her own.” Victoria said, her knees slowly banging into each other as she stood in line. Now without the relief of walking her bladder seemed to be getting heavier as the last couple of drinks made their way through to her “Next!” The barman shouted at them a minute later. Exchanging looks they were unsure what to do, Polly still hadn’t come down and the line was only getting longer as more and more groups caught up with them. “Im sorry one of our group is peeing.” Francesca said rather bluntly to the man. “Well, either hold out your wrists or let another group through.” He responded. “Cant we just…” “Next!” He interrupted, waving another group towards the bar. One of the other group smirking at them as they took their place in line and in the contest. “Fuck” Roxy muttered under her breath, they could quite literally see their lead slipping away. “Guys, im so sorry. There was a big que.” Polly came back, her bladder empty but her cheeks flushed a few moments later. The relief on the toilet had been immense, but she couldn’t enjoy it knowing she was letting her friends down. “Good, you peeing has already cost us a place.” Francesca replied. “Im sorry, I just really needed it.” Polly said, looking down at her feet, her red ears poking through her matching hair as she tried to avoid eye contact with her friends. “Hey, don’t worry about it guys. Im sure we will all need to go at some point, one place isn’t too bad. Plus, its still early on.” Willow said softly, putting her arm on Polly’s shoulder. “Next!” The barman shouted again and without hesitating Victoria threw her arm up so he could scan her code. She didn’t want to lose any more time or places in this pub. “Six cans of Blue wombat.” The barman said unenthusiastically as he pulled them out of the stocked fridge behind the counter. “Thank you!” Jana said politely despite his actions as he handed them a can each. Gripping the cold cans the group squeezed through the growing crowd as more and more people caught up with them. Backtracking their way in Victoria paused as the bottom of the stairs under the sign she had seen earlier. “Hey, I need to pee, I will be right back!” Victoria said as she went to hand Roxy her can. “What, no way. Why didn’t you go with Polly, we have already lost at least one place.” Roxy replied. “Well I didn’t know she was going to pee.” Victoria replied, still holding out her can and waiting for Roxy to take it. “I mean, in Polly’s defence she did warn us at the last place.” Roxy said, seemingly changing sides of the argument. Next to them Francesca wanted to agree with Victoria, her bladder steadily filling and meaning she would usually have leapt at the chance to go with her. But after everything they had just said to Polly it would probably have been a little hypocritical….But then again if Victoria could worm her way out of this one she wouldn’t say no. “Come on I really need to pee.” Victoria said, bobbing on the spot for a moment to emphasise the point. “All of a sudden?” Willow asked with a raised eyebrow. “Well no I needed to go before, but I just…didn’t say anything.” “If Polly can hold it to the next place then you can too!” Roxy said, before turning Victoria away from the stairs and towards the exit. “Besides, she already said there was a que so you would have to wait anyway.” “But….” Victoria tried briefly before giving up and letting Roxy lead her out. It wouldn’t be too long to the next place, would it. Walking out of the bar the cool air hit the group now that the sun had set, for Polly it was the refreshing air she needed but for a couple of the others it seemed to make their desperation worse. “Oh my god you Clutts, that’s my Phone!!” A shout came from ahead of them. The smirking girl from the group that had passed them was now knelt holding a clearly smashed phone. The others stifling their laughs except one who had their hands over their face, the likely phone dropper. “How are we supposed to upload it now! We are going to have to get more cans since we have drunk the others.” The woman continued, brandishing the smashed phone. “Well that’s one less to worry about.” Francesca muttered as they passed. A glare from a couple of them clearly showing they had heard that remark but knowing Francesca that was probably the point. “Over there” Jana pointed to a low wall where they could do their entry. “We Love Blue Wombat!” They shouted in unison as the cracked open their drinks and began to chug. Anyone watching them as they tipped their heads back would have been able to see the visible shudder from Victoria, while both Willow and Francesca seemed to be standing far more rigidly than they had been previously. Although, a smile still beamed across Willow’s face as it always seemed too, despite the beers and now three pints of energy drink flowing through her and all of their systems. Uploading the footage, they all celebrated as the ding sounded once more, they had been right! Now the next clue was displayed across the screen, the small number in the corner showing them they had managed to get all the way up to 9th place. “A bit of a circus position, so its clearly either Piccadilly or the Dandy lion right?” Francesca said as they looked over the map. The group collectively deciding it had to either mean the animal that was sometimes part of a circus, or in reference to Piccadilly Circus in London. The new clue seemingly designed to be as unhelpful as possible, the organisers were starting to turn up the difficulty and spread out the competition. “Yeah, but which one?” Victoria said, a frown on her face as she pressed her legs together as they waited outside. “Taxi’s on its way.” Polly said, a smile on her face as she re-joined the group. “ppfffff” Roxy puffed out her cheeks, slowly crossing one leg over the other “So how do we decide?” “I think we just have to pick one and go with it…coin toss?” Francesca said as a bit of joke, but to her surprise the others seemed to be taking it seriously. “Heads its Piccadilly, tails it’s the Lion one.” Willow said, pulling out a coin from her pockets. Flicking the coin up in the air, the silver piece of metal flipped several times before she caught it again. Slamming it down on the back of her hand she lifted the other away, “Heads!” She announced. “Piccadilly.” Jana shrugged, the others laughing at their decision-making technique. It wasn’t quite the contest winning smarts they were hoping to employ, but it was the best they could come up with. Standing at the roadside the others watched as Victoria squirmed where she stood, it wasn’t a rare occurrence to see. She often drank far more than them on a night out and hated to interrupt her dancing in the clubs, especially for something as mundane as a bathroom break. But somehow she always made it, her bladder clearly strong enough to deal with quite a lot. “How slow is this taxi!” Francesca lamented, “Im really going to need the toilet too at the next place.” She added, bending over and letting out a deep sigh to emphasise her need to the rest of the group. Her behaviour only half play acting, enjoying the moment of attention but meaning every word of it. “Yeah, its starting to catch up with me as well Willow admitted” Even though she had managed to keep that fact hidden from most of them, it wasn’t a surprise to them given she had been drinking literally until she was pushed out the door. “Well maybe we can all go at the next place?” Jana asked hopefully, standing with her legs closer together than normal. “All!, come on that’s so much wasted time.” Roxy argued, a hand resting on her hip. Her large and prestigious bladder clearly putting her at odds with her friends, even as it began to send signals to her it was filling. Although, she had thought Jana would be on her side and even Victoria given their bladders and control of them they had shown in the past. “It’s the same time as if we all go at different times, it’s the same pee.” Victoria countered. “Not really, it means we have to que behind each other. If it was just one of us and one stall became free, then we would pee and be done and able to go on with the contest. If its all of then we would have to wait one after another.” “I hate to admit it, but Roxy does have a point.” Francesca added, tapping her heel on the pavement. “If we want to win we just have to hold it, otherwise we loose to much time.” Roxy announced, but the others were clearly less confident in their bladder capacity as they looked at each other. “Yeah well, you can tell my bladder that. Im going at the next place.” Francesca added resolutely as she scrunched herself up slightly for a second. “Didn’t you pee just before we left?” Victoria asked, raising an eyebrow at the suspiciously fast paced desperation her friend was exhibiting. “So, I guess I broke the seal. You know what its like.” She said pointing to the state Victoria was in. “No, some of haven’t peed since we started drinking like two and a half hours ago.” Victoria shot back, taking the insult at her bladder’s capabilities personally. “More like 4 and a half” Jana whispered under her breath, the others missing her admission and regret of not peeing earlier. She had been out in town for lunch and had gone when she got back. But running a little late to get to Roxy’s, she had forgotten to go. For most nights out that would have been fine, a few hours of drinking and holding was no problem for her. But she also usually drank slower than she was right now, but crossing her legs slightly she put it to the back of her mind. “Taxi’s here” Polly interjected, sensing the rising tensions again but also wanting to get out of this conversation. Despite having emptied it just now, she could already feel an aching dullness inside her, or maybe it was just in her head. Sometimes it was hard to tell. “Finally!” Victoria said as she unwound her legs and the got into the taxi, Polly giving the driver the destination who with a nod started down the road. At just before 9pm the town was packed, people and cars moving slowly through the streets from pub to pub. The contest had clearly drawn in a lot of outsiders, putting even more people in their way. To make things worse, the destination they had chosen was all the way across town and some of them were starting to worry about if they were right or not. Never mind their troubled bladders, this could be the difference between winning and losing. Crossing her legs Jana felt herself being squeezed against Victoria whose own legs were bouncing rhythmically as she gripped her thighs and looked anxiously out of the window. A few suspicious glances from the driver in the rear-view mirror told them that he knew something was up. Although given the tense looks on all of their faces, combined with the constant shuffling it was a sure giveaway. A series of signs that only got worse as they spent 22 long minutes driving through the centre of town. At one point a number of gasps filled the cab as it was forced to break heavily, a strange whimper escaping Victoria while Jana and Francesca grunted deeply. A drunken young man had stumbled into the road after tripping on a bollard, much to the amusement of his friends but not the women's bladders. But finally the group pulled up outside the Piccadilly, the pub outfitted to look like an underground train station. The trendy place clearly popular as a lot of people were sat in the outdoor smoking area, but thankfully for their chances of winning there didn’t seem to be a que. Maybe they had gotten ahead of their competition for the most part. With such a 50/50 clue it would surely give them a massive advantage if they were right. “Come on before I pee myself.” Victoria said sternly as she walked awkwardly towards the front door, her thighs only separating by a fraction as she took small but rapid steps. Behind her many of the others were not doing great either, Willow and Francesca taking their time much to the annoyance of Victoria. It seemed the nights drinks were catching up with them all now. Before they could reach the entrance another group burst through, their faces similarly covered in concern and hands deep between their legs. The blonde at the front red faced and clearly sweating as she dashed forwards towards the taxi Polly had just left after paying. “Oh god, Oh god, Oh god.” She stammered as she wrenched open the car door, the other three in her group steadily chasing her. “Im about to piss myself.” Another said crudely as she paused for a moment, half kneeling before standing up and joining the others. “Lucy, your house is closest!” the first woman shouted as she slammed the door shut, the cab driver shaking his head, his night clearly wasn’t going to get any easier. But at least It seemed it wasn't just their group having some problems with their filling bladders. Entering the bar, loud rock music filled their ears as they looked for where they could be served. The strangely decorated inside having signs pointing in all sorts of different directions, whether they were all just for decoration or actually designed to be helpful wasn’t clear. “Over there” Polly pointed the group towards a corner marked as the junction yard. “I don’t see any signs for the toilets, where are the toilets guys?” Victoria asked clearly concerned. “We can ask at the bar, lets grab the drinks and then you can go while we find a place outside.” “Fine, but if there is a que I’m going looking.” The brown-haired woman replied, getting some nods from the others. Walking up to the counter the bar staff had just finished serving another group who grabbed their drinks and rushed out the door. They were clearly on a mission and doing everything they could to win. “Hi how can I help you?” The barman asked, smiling back at them. “6 Blue wombat please” Roxy said, holding up her wrist. Nodding the guy grabbed a book from under the counter. “Sorry, we are having some technical issues so I’ve got to do this the old-fashioned way.” “Its ok, its no problem.” Roxy replied, letting him write out the number under the barcode down in his book. “Actually, it is a problem, where are your Toilets?” Victoria asked quietly, leaning over as she wiggled her hips in need. “They are back that way and on the right, but they are being cleaned at the moment.” He said, grabbing the number from Willow’s bracelet next. “Oh…how long for?” Willow asked. “It should only be like 10 minutes, maybe 15.” The man replied nonchalantly as if there wasn’t a pee dancing woman currently in front of him . “10 minutes!” Roxy and Francesca said in unison but for different reasons. “Guys we cant just wait 10 minutes” Roxy said to the group as the third of them got their number taken. “Yeah and I don’t know if I can wait 15 minutes.” Francesca added, although her demeanour was still calmer than Victoria who was clicking her heels together as if rehearsing for a role in wizard of oz. “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind going somewhere sooner than that so we can pee” Willow admitted. “So we are agreed, we will grab these and maybe you can go in the next place.” Roxy said, the others agreeing reluctantly as that wasn’t quite what they had meant. But it seemed like the best they were going to get right now. “I don’t like the sound of the maybe” Francesca said, catching on to what Roxy was saying. But a minute later the group was heading back out of the bar, large cans in their hands as they headed to do the video. “We love Blue Wombat” they cheered again, although half of them seemed to be less enthused about chugging their drink. Victoria pausing for a moment as she stared at her can before starting to drink. Her legs clearly pushed together and her spare hand griping into her tight jeans. Roxy and Jana seemed to be the only ones able to down their drinks, the pint disappearing quickly down their throats. Surprisingly, it was Victoria that beat out the others, trying to get it over and done with as soon as possible. Although, once she had finished she couldn’t help but curtsey while Willow, Francesca and even Polly had to take a break halfway through. But holding their bloated stomachs and bladders the three of them managed to finish the rest in one more go. Their faces slightly more tense looking than they had been a couple of minutes before. Grabbing her phone from the small railing she had put it on, Polly quickly uploaded the video and was happy to see they had gotten it right despite their strategy relying on a coin toss. They had achieved the right result and that was surely going to put them in a good position. Although as she looked to the corner it seemed they were still in 9th place, those ahead of them getting it correct as well. “A formal fortress?” Jana said confused, shrugging as she looked up at the group but finding several of them not looking. Victoria and Francesca were too preoccupied with their bladders while Polly was currently cleaning up their cans and putting them carefully in the nearby recycling bin. “Windsor is a formal fortress, right? Doesn’t the queen live there.” “Great let’s go!” Victoria announced as she gripped herself tightly between her legs. “I…you are not going to like this one though” Roxy couldn’t help but smile. “What?” “Its at the seafront, more or less where we were earlier.” “Oh, no…no way am I spending another 20 minutes in a car. I will literally piss my pants.” She said, her feet now stamping where she stood. “Do you have another idea?” Jana asked. “I…I…we just go somewhere nearby, let me pee, and then we can go wherever.” “Do you want to win or not?” Roxy asked sternly. “Yes but…” “Great then we will get a taxi to the next place and you can pee there. There are only 8 groups ahead of us. So there won’t be a cue which you can’t say for anywhere else.” “Taxi’s on the way” Polly said, looking up after she had slightly tuned out the conversation. The gentle twinge of her bladder making her try and make this quick. She could handle it now but pretty soon she would have to pee again. So the more pubs she could put between her and her last trip to the bathroom, the better it would look to the others. “Great…Great!” Victoria said throwing her hands up, before whining softly and putting a hand back between her tensed legs. But looking up Jana could see the slight tenseness of how Roxy was standing. Despite how she was acting Jana knew things were starting to catch up with even her large bladder. Although that may have been half of the problem. Roxy was always one to boast about her ability to hold it, for fair reason. But she also considered it a failure to stop and go and pee, a necessary thing for most people was a massive inconvenience to her. So her anger at the others was probably partly aimed in at herself. Puffing out her cheeks Jana crossed her legs a little tighter, really starting to regret not going to the toilet before coming out. Her only saving grace was the others who had already peed or would go at the next place. She would have to bring it up and go in the one after herself. For the next 5 minutes the group stood around waiting, Victoria tying her legs together and standing rigidly as Francesca danced on the spot next to her. Willow and Jana engaging in a slightly tense looking conversation as they tried to distract themselves from their increasing need to pee. Arriving the taxi pulled up, the woman behind the wheel beeping twice despite the fact they were only 5 feet away. A cheery smile plastered across her face that Victoria could only roll her eyes at. This wasn’t the time for a happy go lucky cabbie, her bladder felt moments from exploding. The speed at which they were drinking them seeming to force it through to her bladder at the same pace. Carefully lowering herself into the cab Victoria took the middle seat, breathing heavily through her nose as she fought for control of her body. Being squeezed in as Jana grabbed the seat on her left and Willow the one on her right. Neither looking particularly happy either, crossing their legs they fixed their eyes on the road ahead of them and after giving the driver directions they were on their way. But as soon as they moved off Victoria let out a quiet whimper, now locked in her bladder was sending urgent signals as if it knew what she had done and was making her pay the price for it. Once again, they found themselves slowly passing through the town, a pace that was only making Victoria more antsy as she fidgeted. Upfront the driver was happily talking Polly’s ear off, asking questions about the competition and where they were all from. Her slightly distracted nature making the three desperate women in the back worry about what would happen if she didn’t notice anything and had to slam on the breaks. The tight seatbelts already cutting across their bladders and any sharp stops could end up in a wet disaster for them. “Oh god…..” Victoria whimpered again as she felt pulse race through her bladder, the nights drinks pushing into her distended bladder and causing it to swell with each minute. Looking through the windscreen she sobbed slightly as she noticed the cab driver letting out a line of traffic at an intersection. Her friendly wave to them adding more time between her and a toilet. She felt like for every two steps forwards she was taking one back. But there was little do but try and hold on, her palms becoming increasingly sweaty as she chewed her bottom lip. “Can you go a bit faster?” Francesca asked, partly for her own sake but also because she had been noticing the blood fall out of Victorias now pale face over the last 10 minutes. She was beginning to worry there was a real chance her friend would end up peeing herself and that would surely end their chances of winning. Not to mention a real chance of her getting wet with someone else’s pee, a disgusting thought for her. “Hey, just doing my good deed for the day. Karma is a cycle, you do something nice now and you will get it back another time.” The driver replied, clearly taking no notice of the fact they were in a race. Letting out another quiet whimper Victoria’s legs began to vibrate, the heat she was feeling from her straining leg muscles compared to that of her struggling bladder. Eventually the taxi made it back to almost the exact same place as they had been an hour earlier and when Victoria had originally been about to go to the toilet. If she would have known the discomfort she would be in right now, she would definitely have insisted she go then. Her control felt like it was being held together by the smallest shreds of self-control. “Alright we are here, first stop is a toilet” Francesca replied as they took a look at the double Windsor bar, a rather classy place with large, polished glass walls and windows. Ornate but clearly electrical chandeliers hung from the second floor above the diner’s eating their food. A sculpture of a grand piano slowly rotated on a plinth in the entrance way. While these features would have been breath taking for most, none of the group seemed to be taking in any of the sights as they rushed towards the building desperately clutching themselves. Holding the door open Jana let the others rush by but looking back she could still see Victoria sat in the back of the taxi as Polly paid. Her legs tightly knitted together and unmoving as she sat there. But she knew she had to get out sometime and with a bit of help from Polly she gingerly stepped out. “I don’t know if I can do this” She whispered to Polly who looked back at her with an awkward look on her face as she tried to come up with something to say. She wasn’t used to it being this way around, it was usually Victoria and Roxy making comments about her. “I..uh, is it really that bad?” Polly asked “I thought I was going to pee myself in the taxi, but now its so much worse.” Victoria tried to laugh, bending over gingerly and placing both hands between her legs. For the first time Polly could remember, she was seeing Victoria blush with embarrassment. “Do you need a hand?” Polly offered, but looking at her Victoria shook her head. “I can make it, its all in my head.” She said, lying to herself. Taking a deep breath Victoria advanced slowly towards the bar, her thighs tensing rhythmically as Polly walked slowly beside her. Reaching the front, they walked through into the front of the bar. Their friends waving at them from across the room, but it wasn’t them she was looking for. Frantically scanning the room she spotted the ladies room sign ahead of her and started towards it. Her lips pursed and awkwardly walking upright, Victoria did her best to look normal. But the look of concentration and sweat on her brow was a sure sign that she was anything but fine. Approaching the hallway as Polly left to talk to the others, she spotted Francesca coming the opposite way. “Hey, should we head to the bar?” Francesca added, bright eyed and clearly feeling better after visiting the ladies room. But heading to the bar was the last thing in Victoria’s mind. “Not on your life.” Victoria replied, shuffling past Francesca who simply shrugged. Letting out a soft whimper a fork of pain shot through her navel and feeling her internal muscles starting to strain and ache terribly Victoria sped up her pace. Breathing deeply as she saw the small ladies room, a single stall sitting there with the door invitingly open. Hearing a group of laughing women approaching her she would not be able to handle it if they beat her to the only available stall. Standing upright and holding onto her bladder she walked as quick as her muscles would let her. Crashing through the open door and fighting with her jeans she wiggled on the spot. Bending her knees and bouncing on the spot as the button she had undone a thousand times toyed with her and seemed to become impossible to undo. “Oh god, oh god!” She whispered angrily at her button. “I just want to pee!” she hissed at them, feeling a worrying looseness in her muscles and a telltale relaxing sensation. But finally, she felt her jeans loosen and in a flash they were around her knees. Even before making contact with the toilet she felt her pee burst out in a powerful jet, just about making it into the bowl as she collapsed on it. Her bladder clearly taking the sign of not being in her jeans as a sign to instantly empty, despite getting no command from her to do so. Letting out a sign of relief Victoria sagged back on the seat, her shoulders dropping and relaxing as the last few hours of drinks flowed out of her. She didn’t know how, but she had made it without having an accident. The last hour had been the most desperate she could ever remember being, but wiping the sweat from her forehead she let herself laugh at the absurdity of what they were doing and listening to her stream that seemed to go on forever. Back at the bar the others were waiting slightly off to the side, Roxy scanning the room for other competitors. But it seemed they were alone, could that mean they were wrong or even that they were in first place! “Where is she?” Francesca asked, having passed her friend almost 3 minutes earlier and knowing there was no que. “Yeah guys I am really sorry but I think im going to go to the bathroom too. I’ve been trying to hold it but just waiting like this is making me really need to go.” Willow admitted. The others surprisingly shrugging and indicating she may as well if there was no que and Victoria was doing something else clearly. But as Willow admitted her need, a very relieved looking Victoria sauntered towards them. “Man, that felt so good” She said wistfully, her eyes crossing slightly and getting a quiet groan from Willow and making Jana and Polly cross their legs a little tighter Even Roxy seemed to be thinking about something, even her prestigious bladder would need to be released at some point. “Ok that’s it, im going to pee!” Willow said as she started towards the bathrooms. “Wait we are all here, can we at least get the drinks first?” Roxy asked, snapping back to the room. Relenting Willow groaned quietly as she turned back to the bar and moved up to be served. The barwoman happy to hand out 6 Blue Wombats and scan their bracelets. “Can we get 6 Pints of water too.” Victoria asked, getting confused looks from the others. “Come on, we don’t want to get drunk on this stuff and we need to stay hydrated.” “That’s not a problem.” Willow joked before reluctantly accepting a large glass of water. “You cant take the glasses outside though sorry.” The barwoman added. Walking over to the side slightly Victoria immediately started to down her pint of water, the others gently sipping their own as willow wriggled on the spot. Her lip never leaving the glass but her body twisting underneath her. Next to her Jana seemed to be employing the opposite tactic and was apparently acting like a statue. Her legs locked together and unmoving as she steadily drank from her glass, a red hue covering her face as she forced herself to try and act as normal as possible despite the ocean of liquid inside her. Finishing her glass and still feeling a slight buzz Victoria returned to the bar, getting a refill for herself and downing a second glass before the others had even finished their first. A familiar fullness settling in her stomach as she patted it lightly, there was no way she was getting drunk tonight. “The best Irish liquor?” Polly read aloud 5 minutes later and after uploading yet another video of them drinking. They had been right again and now the group were smiling as that could only mean one place. “That’s got to be O’Malleys, right?” Victoria asked, her interest renewed after being able to relieve herself. “It’s the only one that makes sense to me.” Roxy added. Next to them Willow and Jana were all but silent, the former having somehow forgotten to bring it up again. Her mind addled by the new liquid and serious waves of desperation flowing through her distended bladder. She had only been asked to wait until they had gotten their drinks, but for some reason her mind had substituted that with until the next place. Something that Roxy and Victoria were not going to remind her of, and the others were all too worried about having to pee themselves than remind her. “Its just down the road, that’s lucky.” “I…I need to pee.” Jana whispered quietly, her cheeks burning bright red at the omission. “Sorry?” Francesca asked her to repeat herself. Part of Jana wanted to say it was nothing, pretend she hadn’t said anything. But inside she knew that if she wanted to be given a chance at peeing she would have to say something. “I…I need the bathroom.” She repeated, only marginally louder than before. “Ok, go at the next place with Willow” Francesca responded nonchalantly. Jana simply nodded, feeling a little silly about being so shy about it. All of the others, including Polly had admitted it with no problem. Even now when she had done so, nothing bad had happened. Yet, she couldn’t help but feel completely embarrassed by admitting it to anyone. Walking down the street the followed the pedestrianised road, passing scores of young students and people having a good time. Faint trails of liquid coming out from alleyways between establishments in a way that was all to familiar to the locals. Reaching the bar a few minutes later the group let out a chorus of groans. The outside was packed with a long line of people trying to get in. Almost two dozen people lined up between a zigzag of ropes. “Oh” Willow said, the look on her face one of a woman unconfident in her abilities to wait that long. “Guys I don’t know….” “It might be quick?” Victoria countered, knowing what Willow was about to say. Taking their place in line it soon became apparent that it wasn’t going to be. Only a handful of people entering as they waited 5 long minutes. Jana's double crossed legs beginning to shake as she nervously bit her lip while Willow paced around them. Pained grunts escaping her every so often as her maxed out bladder continued to send signal after signal to her brain telling her to let it free of its burden. A hiss of air slipped out from between Jana's pursed lips as she looked at the floor, her cheeks burning and toes tapping on the ground. Her mind filled with all of the toilets she had passed in the last six hours, the ones at the shops, her own toilet at home, Roxy’s toilet, even the toilets in all the pubs. A blurry mirage flowing through her mind and making her kick herself each and every time she thought of another one as they stood their for another 15 minutes. The weight in her bladder steadily increasing as the pints of energy drink flowed into her distended bladder. The button on her tight jean shorts digging into her stomach painfully. “Guys, I cant hold it. I need to pee.” Willow said, stopping next to them and screwing her legs around each other, bobbing on the spot. “It cant be that much longer, maybe like 10 minutes!” Victoria said, trying to motivate her friend. “I cant wait 10 minutes, I think im going to go back to the last place. It was only 5 minutes away.” “What if there is a que there though?” Roxy countered, eliciting a whimper from Willow as the prospect dawned on her that she didn’t know where she could pee the sooner. She was at her wits end and there were no good options. She wasn’t use to holding this much inside her, she had tried to go toe to toe with Jana and Roxy before but had bailed at the last moment. She had never told them what she had been trying, playing it off as simply not wanting to break the seal. But there was something interesting about the two of them. But now she had passed the point of that night, her cramping and spasming bladder fuller and angrier than she could remember. Pulses of pain were bouncing around inside her like a pinball machine. Looking to her left she let out a groan as she saw and heard Victoria chugging from a bottle of water she had pulled from her bag. A droplet forming between the sporty women’s luscious lips and the large bottle before falling to the ground. Tiny droplets bounced off the ground and onto her ankle, the contact causing her to shudder involuntarily. “Guys, im serious I cant hold it” the desperate woman reiterated. “I need, something, somewhere!” she begged for them to come up with a solution to her painful problem. “I mean there is always” Francesca said, indicating to the back alley to their right. Several large bins and boxes would make it easy to hide in one of the alcoves. Panting slightly Willow looked at the slow-moving line and then back to the ally. Her muscles trembling more with each second that was passing and she was starting to realise there was the real possibility of her wetting herself if the line didn’t move quickly enough. If she could hold it a few more minutes that would make them almost too close to give up, and what if there was a que on the inside. “Come on, watching you has made me need to go again.” Francesca added, grabbing the desperate Willow and pulling her towards the alley. “You coming?” she asked Jana. “I…..” Janna paused, desperately wanting to follow them but she had never peed outside before. She rarely used anything other than her own toilet, so to expose herself like that was almost unthinkable. But feeling a painful twitch from her bloated bladder she almost gave in. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was desperate and more desperate than she had been in years. But…there was no way she could stoop to that level. “No…im just going to wait until we are inside.” She replied sheepishly, Willow giving her a knowing look but letting herself get pulled away by Francesca with a hand buried in her crotch. Watching them disappear into the ally Jana couldn’t help but groan quietly, doubling over for a moment as her bladder tried to make her give up, to make her follow them and pee. A burning sensation erupting between her legs as her tired muscles began to tremble. Cursing herself for wearing tight jean shorts she wished she could at least have had a pocket or something that she could use to hold herself without it being too obvious. “Come on Vic, lets go see what’s up. Maybe we can get through this.” Roxy said, the pair of them matching off towards the bouncers next to the door. Getting calls and being stopped by a number of people who thought they were cutting. Even their progress was slow, but Jana hoped it would help her. But now left to her own thoughts, with Polly being strangely quiet Jana had nothing to focus on but the deep pulses penetrating her bladder. She could almost see them, her vision pulsing in time with them as she screwed up all her body to contain half a days’ worth of pee, well far more than that she realised as she started totting up the pints compared to what she usually drank. Another brick added to the weight of her bloated organ with each pub. Whimpering she paced around in a small circle, biting her nails and trying desperately to hold on with all her being. Rushing into the alley and despite it being for Willows sake, it was Francesca that ducked into a small alcove behind a series of bins first. A small puddle already there and showing they were probably not the first people to do this tonight. “Keep an eye out” Francesca said, grabbing the waistband of her trousers and slowly shuffling them down out of sight. Getting into a crouch she sighed quietly as a stream of pee began to slowly fall out of her. “Oooooooh” Willow moaned as the trickling noise of her friends pee almost caused her to lose control. But adding a second hand between her clenched thighs she bobbed on the spot, her face red with exertion. Looking back towards the pub she made sure that no one would be interrupting Francesca and hoped that she wouldn’t be long. A small rivulet of pee snaking out from under the bin and past her. 30 seconds later she heard Francesca begin to rustle her clothes back on, stepping out a few moments later looking happy with herself. “Oh thank god, I was about to wet myself.” Willow smiled, knowing that she was about to get the relief she so badly needed. Trading places she rushed behind the bin, yanking her clothes down and falling into a squat as a heavily pressurised stream burst out of her and noisily splattered against the concrete. Moaning loudly she lifted her head back as the tenseness and aches in her body stopped and were replaced with pure bliss. Her bloated bladder continuing to empty at some speed and the large puddle she was creating quickly overshadowing Francescas and rushing under the bin in more of a wave than a trickle. “How are you still going!?” Francesca asked the other side of the bin 45 seconds later. “Oh I don’t care.” Willow said, her voice a little hoarse as she continued to enjoy the simple feeling of peeing. After another 10 seconds she finally finished, sighing again she asked Francesca for a tissue and feeling much better they both emerged from the ally to see Jana and Polly desperately waiting in line. “I…I need to go again guys.” Polly said, her face blushing red once more. She had been feeling the need to go since even just 5 minutes after she went last time. Part of her wondered if she had been to worried about taking a long time and had failed to relax and empty herself fully. With the added pint after pint of this stupid drink filling her small bladder rapidly. She had been hoping to make it to the next pub before breaking but this line was taking too long. Plus, she had been worried about what they would all think, but given Francesca had just peed for the second time no one really seemed to care. Why was she doing this to herself then, not that she wanted to pee outside. But if the que was too much longer that would happen either way. Ordinarily she wouldn’t have even considered this, but maybe the alcohol was having some sort of effect on her, even if the others were not being impacted. In a weird way some of them had even seemed to sober up slightly since pre-drinks at Roxy’s. “We will be in soon” Jana said to her, her voice more hopeful sounding that anything else. “I…im sorry I just cant hold it. Would you be able to show me where you went?” She turned to Willow who just looked back surprised. “Oooh, didn’t expect it from you.” She grinned back. “But yeah sure, you want to come too Jana?” This was the second time in 5 minutes she had been asked and despite her most hopeful thoughts, they were all coming back to her peeing herself right here. But, if Polly was willing to give it ago, why couldn’t she. “I….Yes!” She said eagerly as her mind caught up to the demands of her bladder. “Its just there” Willow pointed to the spot her and Francesca had used, a lake of pee still spreading out from that area. “Please can I go first, im about to...” Polly blushed, begging Jana but unable to finish the sentence. Despite her own need she knew she had a large bladder and could wait the 30 seconds it would take Polly to pee. Nodding to Polly she watched as the shorter woman all but sprinted behind the container and another burst of pee hit the ground behind it. Squatting awkwardly Polly was doing her best to shield herself, even though she was in cover she couldn’t help but feel exposed, vulnerable to preying eyes. Wait, what about cameras she blushed. Her stream cutting off instantly as she looked up and around the walls, but thankfully there didn’t seem to be any. Her stream resuming as she felt her body relax again. The splatter was pure torture for Jana, the noise bouncing around the inside of her head and causing her bladder to go wild. Gritting her teeth she writhed on the spot, her hands buried deep in her crotch. But thankfully, Pollys small bladder had emptied out in just 45 seconds even with a strange pause in the middle. A taunting gap where she had let her guard down only for the stream to suddenly and without warning restart and cause her to shudder violently. “Ok my turn” Jana said, seeing a blushing Polly emerge. But as she went to go behind the dumpster a whistle caught their attention. Looking back down the ally they saw Roxy waving at them. “Oohhhh” Jana moaned, her bladder throbbing as her hands rested on the buttons for her tight jean shorts. “Maybe they got us a way in, you can use the actual toilets.” Polly said mildly embarrassed that she had just peed outside instead of waiting 30 more seconds. Clutching herself Jana took a deep breath and began the walk back to the line. “Hey, so the guy said if we were just here for the promotion he would let us in. They have a bar to the side that is serving the Blue Wombat.” Roxy whispered to them, hoping to keep any competitors in line in the dark. Whimpering to herself Jana walked slowly behind them, her face flushed and now shinning with sweat as she battle to keep her bladder in check. True to their word the bouncer waved them in, giving Jana a weird look but not stopping her. To their right they spotted the bar, a large blue wombat sign hanging from it. “Six please” Victoria asked happily, part of her wondering why hadn’t they thought to ask earlier. “Bathroom” Jana muttered, smiling at the barwoman. “Sorry, toilets are for paying customers only” She replied. “I don’t care, ill buy whatever” Jana said, her voice becoming pained as desperate as she tried to barter for her relief. “Im sorry, you would have to re-join the que” The bar woman said, shaking her head slowly and pointing to the line they had just skipped. A line that was even longer than it was when they had gotten there. “You don’t understand, I really need it.” Jana said, pushing the problem in a way that wasn’t normal for her. But she wasn’t lying. “Sorry, its policy” “Its ok” Roxy said, putting an arm on Jana. “You can go in the alley; we have still saved time.” “But…I...Ok” she said weakly, walking towards the exit. But emerging on the street, despite only having been gone for 2 – 3 minutes the scenes has changed a little. Now the pedestrianised area was home to two police cars, leading a couple of women to the back of their car. Wetness currently spreading down the bare legs of one of them, her short black dress not hiding anything. While her friend hung her head, skin-tight jeans clearly showing evidence of someone who had been disturbed while relieving themselves. Strange splatter marks against her legs with trails down each leg indicating she had tried to pull up her trousers but hadn’t had enough control to stop her stream while doing it. Now the disgraced pair were being led away while their apparent boyfriends tried to talk them out of trouble with the police. “No, no, no, no!” Jana panicked, her final solution taking off the cards. There was no way she could pee outside now and there was absolutely nowhere else to go. “Where should we do this then?” Victoria asked, ignoring the twitching eyed Jana clutching at herself. “Guys I cant” Jana said, admitting her need loudly for the first time. “Come on, two minutes and then we will just wait until they have gone and you can go.” “I cant go now, the police have already been there!” Jana said, her legs twisting inwards on themselves. “Ok, then you can go at the next place.” Roxy said calmly, although with a hint of annoyance at another disruption or possibly reminder of her own filling bladder. “I cant wait that long” Jana strained out through gritted teeth. “Well then, what do you want to do?” Roxy asked, putting a hand on her hip. “I don’t know, Please!” Jana begged, her bladder feeling moments from exploding and ruining her night and clothes. “Look, the quicker we do this the quicker you can pee. Either after the police go or at the next place. If its all the way across town we can call a cab from the bar down there and you can go in while we wait.” Victoria summed up. Grounding loudly Jana knew she was out of options. There was no way she was going make it through the line, the police had cut off her escape and that left one option, hold it! “We love blue wombat” Jana mumbled as the others did their best to retain the energy they had started with. The pint of liquid flowing down her throat like a thick milkshake, her body trying to make it as unpleasant as possible to convince her to stop. But fixing her eyes on a star in the nights sky she let everything leave her mind as she just swallowed mouthful after painful mouthful of liquid. Somehow she had drunk it, but it felt as if it has instantly reached her bladder. A strange tight bubbling sensation filling her bloated and stretched abdomen as she doubled over. A fork of pain splashing around inside of her as she tested her bodies limits. “I’ve called a cab” Polly added, something Jana wasn’t sure if she was happy about or not. On one hand it meant she was already almost on their way to the next place. On the other it meant she would soon be stuck in another car for who knew how long. Just the thought made her whimper again, her hand pressing deeply against her crotch in a balled-up fist. “Yess, another one right, were 8th guys!” Francesca announced happily, ignoring Janas plight. “Look out for Pea’s?” she continued confused, but thankfully the fully renewed Willow was on hand to figure it out. “It’s a princes thing, like in the stories when they put a pea under the mattress, and she could tell.” “Well, im glad that…” Their conversation was interrupted by Jana as she moaned loudly, following it up with a squeak as she felt her bladder tremble, a spike of pure pain shooting outwards from her centre. “Jesus Jana” Roxy laughed, unable to believe her friend has just made. But Jana didn’t care, her body was constantly shaking and despite the cool air outside she could feel the sweat gathering across her flushed skin. “Guys I cant hold it.” She stammered. “Well, you will just have too. We already talked about it.” Roxy continued, unconsciously crossing her legs. “Im serious Im about too” Jana stopped, shuddering where she stood as the others raised their eyebrows, was she about too… “Taxi’s here” Francesca said, elbowing Roxy. “I…” Polly wanted to object, she could feel her control slipping. Her bladder was too full, she couldn’t hold it. Yet she let herself get almost escorted to the taxi, her eyes wide and hands balled into tight fists as she sat down. “Ooooh” She groaned loudly, the button on her shorts digging into her bladder even more in this position. Hearing the door slam shut as Francesca dived in the front her heart went into overdrive as panic filled her body as quickly as the drinks were filling her bladder. Breathing heavily she watched the town go by slowly, the traffic much lighter by this time in the evening. “We will be there shortly.” Polly said, gently pressing into Jana and trying to reassure her. But all Jana could think about was what if there was a que, what if there were even more people outside the next place. If there were no ally’s or worse the police were there. How many people would see her wet her clothes, she could feel it even now! Her bladder trembling, spasming, expanding against her muscles and causing her entire body to feel like it was being pressurised from the outside. “Uhh” Jana grunted, feeling another spasm. But unlike the last few times this one wasn’t stopping. The electric twanging of her muscles was continuing incessantly, heating her up from the inside. Looking out the window she knew they were still at least 10 minutes from the bar they were heading too. There was no way she would make it, there was just no way. “You have to pull over” Jana said, the others turning to look at her while the driver gave her a suspicious look in the mirror. “She's fine, she can hold it” Roxy replied, waving for the driver to carry on. “Roxy, I cant…I am about to lose it.” Jana sobbed. “Come on, you have held it longer than this. Just like 10 minutes, where are you going to go out here anyway.” Victoria asked. “Iv’e never needed to go this badly.” Jana pleased, a tear rolling down the side of her face, but doing little to convince her friends. “Guys, maybe we should, we have all been except her.” Willow pointed out, well aware of what it felt like having been desperate just minutes before. “I haven’t” Roxy said, raising her head proudly at that accomplishment even though she had been starting to show signs that even her massive bladder was starting to struggle. “Please…” Jana sobbed next to her. “There is the public toilet, pull over up there.” Polly said, making the decision for them all and directing the driver without even asking the others. She couldn’t help but feel bad for Jana, it was her fault she still needed to go. If she had let her go first in the alley the others would probably have been more forgiving of her. They knew she had a small bladder, which apparently now came with some advantages. Not that they out weighed the daily disadvantages. As the car pulled up on the side of the road Jana almost cried in relief, opening the door before it had even come to a stop and rushing for the toilet. The pain of running quickly only slightly more than what she had already been feeling. At least now she was up her bladder was lest compressed although that was quickly counteracted by the sudden movements. Bolting for the large silver structure she slammed the open button only for the LED button to display that it was currently occupied. “No, no, no” Jana stammered as she bobbed around in a small circle. Her bladder shaking inside her, the rolling tide of energy drink thrashing around agonisingly. “Nooo” she whispered again as she stopped, her aching muscles had finally failed in that last spin. A tiny spurt of wetness breaking through her defences, the miniscule amount sneaking out between her iron grip and wetting her panties. Breathing heavily for a few seconds she could feel the process beginning, the start of the end, her control had maybe seconds before she would lose it. Shuffling over a few steps Jana almost threw herself into the bushes to her left, yanking down her jean shorts that were thankfully still dry. A second later her bladder exploded, a noisy thick stream of pee shooting out of her and hitting the soil beneath her. Still panting, her face bright red and covered in sweat she finally relaxed as her giant bladder got what it wanted. Her stream continuing for some time, the puddle she was making washing away the top layer of soil and creating a waterfall from the brick work at the slightly elevated side of the bushes. The decorative plats placed in the centre of town almost drowning in the torrent she was creating. After almost two minutes her stream abruptly ended, the light soil dried from the last heatwave entirely darkened for two meters around her. Still shaking Jana quickly covered herself up, now becoming aware that she had just pissed in the middle of the town square, dozens of people walking by her. Most thankfully to drunk to notice the desperate blonde peeing openly next to them. Blushing deeply she felt humiliated, but at least her clothes were still for the most part dry. Walking back towards the car she had almost forgotten about the contest, but seeing Roxy standing their tapping her foot she couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed by her friend who had refused all of them the simple comfort of a bathroom at least once. They might be in a contest but Roxy was definitely taking it too seriously. “I hope there were no cameras” Victoria laughed, “Put on quite the show there.” “How are you doing?” Polly asked, sticking her head out of the cab, getting a nod from Jana who was still putting herself back together. “Can we get going, we have already lost so much time with people peeing. Its kind of embarrassing, especially you Jana. I thought I could have relied on you!” Roxy said coldly, Victoria nodding despite being one of the first to pee. “No one asked you.” Jana snapped uncharacteristically, getting a few glances from the others. “Hey, peoples small bladders are not my fault.” Roxy replied, trying to defend herself but just insulting her more. “Yeah, well if you think we have wasted so much time peeing I am sure you and Victoria will be happy to hold it until we are back home.” Jana shot back. “Absolutely, we weren’t even thinking about it.” Roxy finished, crossing her arms under her chest. “Great well I guess that is settled then.” Jana said, sitting back down in the cab. The awkward tension palpable but now as she finally let her muscles relax fully she couldn’t help but feel better. The stress of the last hour or so ebbing away as the cab pulled away and the headed off to the next bar. Their bladders all relieved, except Roxy who was already regretting her choice slightly, but she would show Jana. Her bladder was capable of anything and its strength would be the thing that allowed them to win this contest. They would all be thanking it, or her once the night was over. -------------------------------------------------------------------- I hope you all enjoyed reading this first part of the story. The other part probably wont be finished for a few weeks, so I hope this was enjoyable on its own. Its taken a while to get this part done so sorry to anyone that was waiting, real life has been a bit manic (Thankfully in a good way).
  19. Hey guys. So this was an interesting experiment but I think I am going to stop this here as an interactive. Thank you for all of those that have played a long, I hope you had fun! I will continue this as a stand alone story in the main stories section once I have written the rest of it. I think a lot of this failing has to do with the scope of what I was trying to do and my slow writing schedule, so I will probably stick to what I know in the future. Although, I have been meaning to learn how to code (easier said than done) so at some point in the distant future this may reappear as a kind of choose your own adventure style text game (No promises though). Sorry to anyone who is disappointed by this, but I hope the finished story will make up for some of it! Feel free to add anything you would like to see in the story, I will see about including some of them.
  20. Chapter 4 Your Votes: Establishment: Piccadilly (Tie) Who should pee: Victoria Help or hinder: Hinder another group. (Tie) “So its clearly either Piccadilly or the Dandy lion right?” Francesca said as they looked over the map. The group collectively deciding it had to either mean the animal that was sometimes part of a circus, or in reference to Piccadilly Circus in London. The clue seemingly designed to be as unhelpful as possible, the organisers were starting to turn up the difficulty and spread out the competition. “Yeah, but which one?” Victoria said, a frown on her face as she pressed her legs together as they waited outside. “Taxi’s on its way.” Polly said, a smile on her face as she re-joined the group. “ppfffff” Roxy puffed out her cheeks, “So how do we decide?” “I think we just have to pick one and go with it…coin toss?” Francesca said as a bit of joke, but to her surprise the others seemed to be taking it seriously. “Heads its Piccadilly, tails it’s the Lion one.” Willow said, pulling out a coin from her pockets. Flicking the coin up in the air the silver piece of metal flipped several times before she caught it again. Slamming it down on the back of her hand she lifted the other away, “Heads!” She announced. “Piccadilly it is.” Jana shrugged, the others laughing at their decision-making technique. It wasn’t quite the contest winning smarts they were hoping to employ, but it was the best they could come up with at the moment. Standing at the roadside the others watched as Victoria squirmed where she stood, it wasn’t a rare occurrence to see. She often drank far more than them on a night out and hated to interrupt her dancing in the clubs. But somehow she always made it, her bladder clearly strong enough to deal with quite a lot. “How slow is this taxi!” Francesca lamented, “Im really going to need the toilet too at the next place.” She added, bending over and letting out a deep sigh to emphasise her need to the rest of the group. “Yeah, its starting to catch up with me as well Willow admitted” Even though she had managed to keep that fact hidden from most of them, but it was unsurprising given she had been drinking literally until she was pushed out the door. “Well maybe we can all go at the next place?” Jana asked “All!, come on that’s so much wasted time.” Roxy argued, a hand resting on her hip. Her large and prestigious bladder clearly putting her at odds with her friends. Although, she had thought Jana would be on her side and even Victoria given their bladders and control of them. “It’s the same time as if we all go at different times, it’s the same pee.” Victoria countered. “Not really, it means we have to que behind each other. If it was just one of us and one stall became free, then we would pee and be done and able to go on with the contest. If its all of then we would have to wait one after another.” “I hate to admit it, but Roxy does have a point.” Francesca added, tapping her heel on the pavement. “If we want to win we just have to hold it so we don’t loose to much time.” “Yeah well, you can tell my bladder that. Im going at the next place.” Francesca added resolutely as she scrunched herself up slightly for a second. “Didn’t you pee just before we left?” Victoria asked, raising an eyebrow at the suspiciously fast paced desperation her friend was exhibiting. “So, I guess I broke the seal. You know what its like.” She said pointing to the state Victoria was in. “No, some of haven’t peed since we started drinking like two and a half hours ago.” Victoria shot back, taking the insult at her bladders capabilities personally. “More like 4 and a half” Jana whispered under her breath, the others missing her admission and regret of not peeing earlier. She had been out in town for lunch and had gone when she got back. But running a little late to get to Roxy’s, she had forgotten to go later on. For most nights out that would have been fine, a few hours of drinking and holding was no problem for her. But she also usually drank slower than she was right now, but closing her legs slightly she put it to the back of her mind. “Taxi’s here” Polly interjected, sensing the rising tensions again but also wanting to get out of this conversation. Despite having emptied it just now, she could already feel an aching dullness inside her, or maybe it was just in her head. “Finally!” Victoria said as she unwound her legs and the got into the taxi, Polly giving the driver the destination who with a nod of their head started down the road. At just before 9pm the town was packed, people and cars moving slowly through the streets from pub to pub. The contest had clearly drawn in a lot of outsiders who were now mingling with the locals, putting even more people in their way. To make things worse, the destination they had chosen was all the way across town and some of them were starting to worry about if they were right or not. Never mind their troubled bladders, this could be the difference between winning and losing. Crossing her legs Jana felt herself being squeezed against Victoria whose own legs were bouncing rhythmically as she gripped her thighs and looked anxiously out of the window. A few suspicious glances from the driver in the rear view mirror told them that he knew something was up. Although given the tense looks on all of their faces combined with the constant shuffling was a sure giveaway that everything was not fine. A fact that only got worse as they spent 22 minutes driving through the centre of town. At one point a number of gasps filled the cab as it was forced to break heavily, a strange whimper escaping Victoria while Jana and Francesca grunted deeply. A drunken young man had stumbled into the road after tripping on a bollard, much to the amusement of his friends but not the women's bladders. But finally the group pulled up outside the Piccadilly, the pub outfitted to look like an underground train station. The trendy place clearly popular as a number of people were sat in the outdoor smoking area, but thankfully for their chances of winning there didn’t seem to be a que. Maybe they had gotten ahead of their competition for the most part. With such a 50/50 clue it would surely give them a massive advantage if they were right. “Come on before I pee myself.” Victoria said sternly as she walked awkwardly towards the front door, her thighs only separating by a fraction as she took small but rapid steps. Behind her many of the others were not doing great either, Willow and Francesca taking their time much to the annoyance of Victoria. It seemed the nights drinks were catching up with them all now. Before they could reach the entrance another group burst through, their faces similarly covered in concern and hands deep between their legs. The blonde at the front red faced and clearly sweating as she dashed forwards towards the taxi Polly had just left after paying. “Oh god, Oh god, Oh god.” She stammered as she wrenched open the car door, the other three in her group steadily chasing her. “Im about to piss myself.” Another said crudely as she paused for a moment, half kneeling before standing up and joining the others. “Lucy, your house is closest!” the first woman shouted as she slammed the door shut, the cab driver shaking his head, as his night clearly wasn’t going to get any easier. It seemed it wasn't just their group having some problems with their filling bladders. Entering the bar, loud rock music filled their ears as they looked for where they could be served. The strangely decorated inside having signs pointing in all sorts of different directions, whether they were all just for decoration or actually designed to be helpful wasn’t clear. “Over there” Polly pointed the group towards a corner marked as the junction yard. “I don’t see any signs for the toilets, where are the toilets guys?” Victoria asked concerned. “We can ask at the bar, lets grab the drinks and then you can go while we find a place outside.” “Fine, but if there is a que I’m going looking.” The brown haired woman replied, getting some nods from the others. Walking up to the counter the bar staff had just finished serving another group who grabbed their drinks and rushed out the door. They were clearly on a mission and doing everything they could to win. “Hi how can I help you?” The barman asked, smiling back at them. “6 Blue wombat please” Roxy said, holding up her wrist. Nodding the guy grabbed a book from under the counter. “Sorry, we are having some technical issues so I’ve got to do this the old fashioned way.” “Its ok, its no problem.” Roxy replied, letting him write out the number under the barcode down in his book. “Actually, it is a problem, where are your Toilets?” Victoria asked quietly, leaning over as she wiggled her hips in need. “They are back that way and too the right, but they are being cleaned at the moment.” He said, grabbing the number from Willow’s bracelet next. “Oh…how long for?” Willow asked. “It should only be like 10 minutes, maybe 15.” The man replied nonchalantly . “10 minutes!” Roxy and Francesca said in unison but for different reasons. “Guys we cant just wait 10 minutes” Roxy said to the group as the third of them got their number taken. “Yeah and I don’t know if I can wait 15 minutes.” Francesca added, although her demeanour was still calmer than Victoria who was clicking her heels together as if rehearsing for a role in wizard of oz. “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind going somewhere sooner than that so we can pee” Willow admitted. “So we are agreed, we will grab these and maybe you can go in the next place.” Roxy said, the others agreeing reluctantly. “I don’t like the sound of the maybe” Francesca said, catching on to what Roxy was saying. But a minute later the group was heading back out of the bar, large cans in their hands as they headed to do the video. “We love Blue Wombat” they cheered again, although half of them seemed to be less enthused about chugging their drink. Victoria clearly pausing for a moment as she stared at her can before starting to drink. Roxy and Jana seemed to be the only ones able to down their drinks, the pint disappearing quickly down their throats. Surprisingly it was Victoria that beat out the others, trying to get it over and done with as soon as possible. Although, once she had finished she couldn’t help but curtsey while Willow, Francesca and even Polly had to take a break halfway through. But holding their bloated stomachs and bladders the three of them managed to finish the rest off in one more go. Grabbing her phone from the small railing she had put it on, Polly quickly uploaded the video and was happy to see they had gotten it right! Somehow with their strategy relying on a coin toss they had achieved the right result and that was surely going to put them in a good position. This week’s clue: A formal Fortress. Possible establishments: A.: Cross Keys B. Princess Inn C. Double Windsor D. Boat House Actions 1. Solve the clue and say where you think the group should go (Multiple choice above, A-D). 2. Vote for which of the women should be allowed to pee at the next place (Max 2 each). 3. Vote to help a character/group, or hinder another team. Current position: 9th! You have broken into the top 10!
  21. So looking back on the clue it, may have been a little unfair since it turns out its somewhat a colloquial term. So if you are not from the UK, I don’t know if Sharp is another word for Sour? So for that reason I’ve given the group the right answer since that’s my bad. I am also going to make it multiple choice with four possible establishments from now on. Your Votes Establishment: Lemon Bar (Retcon) Who should pee: Just Polly Help or hinder: Hinder another group. Chapter 3: Ok, so what are we thinking this time? “Well, a sharp turn could be to do with a wagon wheel?” Willow said pointing to the Gypsy Wagon on the map. “But what about The Lemon Bar? A sharp taste?” Francesca suggested. “Ooooh that sounds good! But really it could be either of them” “Should we get a Taxi?” Polly asked, her legs bowing together slightly as the pressure in her bladder increased. The last can of drink had been difficult to down as quickly as the others, her need to pee making it 10 times harder. Now as the evenings drinks started to make their presence known, she just wanted to get somewhere quickly so she could pee. “I mean, there might be a problem with that plan” Jana said, indicating to the long line of cars and taxi’s struggling to get into the place and then out again. “Why don’t we walk? The Lemon bar is just along the seafront, it would probably be quicker anyway.” Victoria brought up while twisting slightly awkwardly in place. “Walk?” Polly asked nervously. “Yeah, its less than a mile away. We will be there in no time.” She said confidently, although the others didn’t share this optimism. But looking at one another, none of them could think of anything better to do. At least if they walked they would still be making progress instead of just standing around for a few minutes. Although Polly had kind of hoped that if they had chosen to wait she might have convinced them to let her pee now. Thankfully, as they set off walking seemed to help Polly. The constant moving levelling off her desperation at a manageable level as they started towards the seafront. The costal path just a few minutes away and it would take them directly to where they wanted to go. However, a couple of minutes later there was something that she and the increasingly desperate looking Victoria hadn’t thought about. Cresting the hill that led down to the towns beech, the sound of rushing water and crashing waves met their ears. “Oh god” Polly whispered quietly to herself as she felt her bladder tighten reflexively. Shortening her steps Polly slowed slightly, stuck between wanting to get their as quickly as possible but also trying to distress her bladder as little as possible. Thankfully it seemed that she wasn’t the only one being impacted by it, Francesca and even Jana seemed to walking slower than usual. Although, while Francesca was looking a little tense, Jana seemed fine. Maybe her friend was just better at hiding her need, but knowing she was not alone made Polly feel a little better. Maybe the others would be open to stopping somewhere along the way, some of the takeaways might have customer toilets. Jana always loved the sea, the walk along the seafront brining a smile to her face as they walked along. Strolling casually, she watched the sunset over the horizon and a large container ship silhouetted against the red skyline. The calming sound of the waves overcoming the competitiveness of what they were doing and making part of her wish she could just stay on the beach forever. Further forwards Victoria was almost marching off without them, her natural fitness and a need to pee causing her to walk faster than normal. Just like Polly the constant crashing of the waves was causing her some strife internally, her mind never far from her need to pee and unable to distract itself. “Hey guys, can we get a picture?” Jana suggested. “We are in a race.” Victoria laughed, the group stopping for a moment and causing her to sigh to herself. “Come on, look out there. The sunset looks so nice, just one Photo.” “Yeah, its super pretty.” Willow joined in. “I mean its been a while since we have had a nice one.” Roxy gave in, apparently casting the winning vote as the others grouped around each other on the seafront. Rolling her eyes a little Victoria walked up behind them, stooping slightly and resting a hand on her thigh. “Smile everyone!” Jana said as she did her sweetest smile, holding her phone up to take a group selfie. “See, was that so bad. Now we have a memory that will last us a lifetime.” She added as she lowered her phone, inspecting the nice group photo. “I don’t think that’s how memories work.” Francesca joked. Starting to walk again the group seemed to split in two, with Victoria, Roxy and Willow walking a little quicker than the others. While Polly’s filling bladder, Francesca and Jana fell a little behind as Jana cycled through the possible filters for her photo on Instagram. It only took them about 10 minutes for the front three to reach the bar, the others lagging a minute or so behind. Victoria’s pace even speeding up in the last few hundred meters as she neared the establishment. Her rapidly filling bladder causing her to power walk her way up to it. Going through the large glass doors they found themselves in a relatively busy bar, yellow neon lemon lights signalling the way to the bar. Looking around through the crowds Victoria took note of the sign to the ladies up the stairs next to them. When the others caught up she would have to ask one of the others to take her place as she nipped to the loo. It wasn’t too bad yet but she was starting to feel the extra couple of glasses of water she had to combat the alcohol. She was working tomorrow morning and did not want a hangover when she was doing circuit training. Actually… “Do you guys know what percentage these things are? Should we be worried about getting drunk?” she asked as they took their place in line, three other groups standing ahead of them and another joining just behind them. “You should never be worried about getting drunk.” Roxy smiled, nudging her slightly. “But I think they are only 2%, so that shouldn’t be a problem even for Polly.” Exchanging smiles they could both remember the last time their friend had gotten drunk and her rather public singing display that they still teased her about now a couple of years later. Meanwhile, outside Polly couldn’t help but smile as she spotted the sign for the bar. She was almost there and not a moment too soon. Her muscles had been sending her warning signs for the last couple of minutes as her bladder seemed to be heating up inside her. A strange warm tingling sensation giving her a general sense of unease as in her peripheral she watched the sea churn against the sea wall. “After you” Jana said, holding the door open for the three stragglers. “You guys go ahead, I think im going to nip to the ladies.” Polly said quietly as she ducked inside. “We need you to scan your bracelet, can you go after?” Jana asked as she followed the others in. “I…Im sorry but I really need to go. It will take me 2 minutes.” Polly blushed, she wasn’t usually one to push her own wants above others but this situation was getting dire. IF she knew where the next place was and how long it would be, she might have been convinced. But given the unknown timeframe of everything, she didn’t want to be caught short. “Ok, but be quick.” Francesca added, a twinge from her own bladder making her think about going up after Polly. But shrugging it off the pair looked around for the others, spotting them standing at the bar. Rushing up the stairs Polly supported her bladder as it jostled around inside her. Dodging out of the way of a couple holding hands she rounded the corner of the stairs, following the signs to the lady’s room. Opening the first door she was met with a line of other women standing around and chatting. “Oh god.” Polly whispered to herself as she tensed her muscles and stood up straight. Despite needing to pee she didn’t want to attract any attention from those waiting in line. She would die with embarrassment if they saw her dancing around like a little girl, even if that was what she really wanted to do. Joining the back of the que she pursed her lips and pressed her legs together, hopefully this wont take too long. “Finally…wait where is Polly?” Roxy asked as Francesca and Jana joined them “She’s gone to the ladies, be down in a second.” Jana filled her and the others in. “Really, couldn’t she have waited until after?” Victoria asked, her own legs jiggling slightly. “I mean, she did ask at the last place. At least this way we got ahead of a few groups.” Jana defended their friend. Taking a couple of steps forwards a couple of minutes later, they were next after the group currently being served. This bar offering a similar bar code scanning as the last one but seemingly having some technical difficulties. “Well, she better hurry up or we are going to have to wait for her to go through the line on her own.” Victoria said, her knees slowly banging into each other as she stood in line. Now without the relief of walking her bladder seemed to be getting heavier as the last couple of drinks made there way through to her bladder. “Next!” The barman shouted at them a minute later. Exchanging looks they were unsure what to do, Polly still hadn’t come down and the line was only getting longer as more and more groups caught up with them. “Im sorry one of our group is peeing.” Francesca said rather bluntly to the man. “Well, either hold out your wrists or let another group through.” He responded. “Cant we just…” “Next!” He interrupted, waving another group towards the bar. One of the other group smirking at them as they took their place in line and in the contest. “Fuck” Roxy muttered under her breath, they could quite literally see their lead slipping away. “Guys, im so sorry. There was a big que.” Polly came back, her bladder empty but her cheeks flushed a few moments later. “Good, you peeing has already cost us a place.” Francesca replied. “Im sorry, I just really needed it.” Polly said, looking down at her feet, her red ears poking through her matching red hair. “Hey, don’t worry about it guys. Im sure we will all need to go at some point, one place isn’t too bad. Plus its still early on.” Willow said, putting her arm on Polly’s shoulder. “Next!” The barman shouted again and without hesitating Victoria threw her arm up so he could scan her code. “Six cans of Blue wombat.” The barman said unenthusiastically as he pulled them out of the stocked fridge behind the counter. “Thank you!” Jana said as she handed them all a can each. “Hey, I need to pee too. I will be right back!” Victoria said as she went to hand Roxy her can. “What, no way. Why didn’t you go with Polly, we have already lost at least one place.” Roxy replied. “Well I didn’t know she was going to pee.” Victoria replied, still holding out her can and waiting for Roxy to take it. “I mean, in Polly’s defence she did warn us at the last place.” Roxy said, seemingly changing sides of the argument. Next to them Francesca wanted to pee too and would have leapt at the chance to go with Victoria. But after everything she had just said to Polly it would probably have been a little hypocritical….But then again if Victoria could worm her way out of this one she wouldn’t say no. “Come on I really need to pee.” Victoria said, bobbing on the spot for a moment to emphasise the point. “All of a sudden?” Willow asked with a raised eyebrow. “Well no I needed to go before, but I just…didn’t say anything.” “If Polly can hold it to the next place then you can too!” Roxy said, before turning Victoria away from the doors and towards the exit. “Besides, she already said there was a que so you would have to wait anyway.” “But….” Victoria tried briefly before giving up and letting Roxy lead her out. It wouldn’t be too long to the next place, would it. Walking out of the bar the cool air hit the group now that the sun had set, for Polly it was the refreshing air she needed but for a couple of the others it seemed to make their desperation worse. “Oh my god you Clutts, that’s my Phone!!” A shout came from ahead of them. The smirking girl from the group that had passed them was now knelt holding a clearly smashed phone. The others stifling their laughs except another who had their hands over their face, the likely phone dropper. “How are we supposed to upload it now! We are going to have to get more cans since we have drunk the others.” The woman continued, brandishing the smashed phone. “Well that’s one less to worry about.” Francesca muttered to the group as they passed. A glare from a couple of them clearly showing they had heard that remark. “Over there” Jana pointed to a low wall where they could do their entry. “We Love Blue Wombat!” They shouted in unison as the cracked open their drinks and began to chug. Anyone watching it back would have been able to see the visible shudder from Victoria, while both Willow and Francesca seemed to be standing far more rigidly than they had been previously. Although a smile still beamed across Willow’s face as it always seemed too. Uploading the footage they all celebrated as the ding sounded once more, they had been right! This week’s clue: A bit of a circus (This one is also harder if you are not from the UK, I'm changing a couple of the others to make them a little easier if you are not.) Possible establishments: A. Boat house B. The Dandy Lion C. The Jolly Moose D. Piccadilly Actions 1. Solve the clue and say where you think the group should go (Multiple choice above, A-D). 2. Vote for which of the women should be allowed to pee at the next place (Max 2 each). 3. Vote to help a character/group, or hinder another team. Current position: 9th!
  22. Your Votes Establishment: Jacobs tipple (2) Who should pee: None (Unanimous) Help or hinder: Whole group: (3) Chapter 2: “You sure you have everything?” Francesca added as she slid her coat on, it felt a little bit odd for them to be dressing so casually on a sort of night out. But, they had all agreed to put the competition first and above other things. They could always go out next weekend, but this was their one chance to get these tickets! “Yeah, now come on the taxi is right outside!” Roxy grunted, using a finger to slip her trainers on without undoing the laces. “One second!” Willow said, upturning her bottle and starting to down the rest of it. “come on!” Roxy said smiling, linking her arm around Willows and pulling her towards the door still drinking. “Good to go” the black haired woman responded a few moments later, setting the empty bottle on the table by the door as they stepped out. Stopping for a moment to check for her keys, Roxy locked her house and the group ran towards the stopped car, their spirits and optimism high. Stumbling into the car the group packed themselves in, Francesca jumping in the front with Polly's phone still in her hand. “Where too?” The driver asked, causing them to look up and pause. They hadn’t really thought about that, they had been to busy grabbing their things. As always, when they had told Polly they were ready for her to order a taxi, it hadn’t quite been the truth. “Girls?” Francesca asked handing Polly her phone. It was now or never. “I don’t know, what about Jacobs tipple?” Jana replied “It could be the black grouse?” Victoria added “That seems a bit obvious though, what about the shrunken head?” Roxy put in, their minds clearly taking them to different answers for the simple yet deceptive question. “It could be any of them…” Francesca said looking a little disheartened as the group fell silent for a moment. “Jacobs tipple is just round the corner if you want me to take you there first? I guess you are doing the scavenger hunt tonight?” The young taxi driver asked. “Yeah we are!” Willow said happily. “And we are going to win!” Victoria added slight tipsily, the alcohol from pre drinks clearly starting to have an impact on her. “How about I take you to Jacobs tipple and then I can take you wherever you need to go after?” he offered “That would be amazing!” “Yeah, thank you so much” Jana added, stuffing her phone back into the small pockets in her jean shorts. They had never been to Jacob’s tipple despite it being as close as the driver had suggested. A couple of minutes later the group was outside the corner pub, groups of people enjoying a pint on the picnic tables out the front. “We will be quick!” Francesca shouted back at the cabbie as they burst out of the car and made their way into the pub. “So, what do we need to do again?” “It says we need to go in and get a drink from the bar and there should be a thing to scan, that will give us a code. We then record us drinking outside the pub and upload it to our social media with the code. If its right it will send a new clue and we move onto the next one.” “Sounds simple enough.” Roxy said nodding. “Lets get the party started!” Waiting patiently at the bar, the group were happy to see they seemed to be the first ones here. “Hi, we are part of the Blue Wombat promotion.” Victoria said as a barman walked towards them polishing a glass after serving a couple in the corner. “Promotion?” The barman asked, looking a little bemused before Victoria pointed to the bracelet on her wrist. It had come with the pack and information when they signed up, it was probably to stop other people getting a free drink. “Oh right that thing, yeah sorry.” He continued before pulling out a QR code and 6 large cans of Blue Wombat from the bottom of the fridge. Taking a moment to clearly mark off 6 cans on a wall chart pinned to the frazzles board. “Good luck” he finished off, before moving on to pour a group of regulars several pints of biter. Shrugging to each other, they each grabbed a pint sized can and rushed out of the pub. Happy to see their taxi man still waiting patiently. “Ok, and remember to say we love Blue wombat before we start.” Polly said, fumbling with her phone for a few moments. Setting it up on a small wall near the front they used an ash tray to prop it up and make sure they were all in frame. Hitting record, the group popped open their cans. “We love Blue Wombat!” they said loudly as they began to chug the drink down. Polly and Jana couldn’t help but blush slightly as the public display of extroverted behaviour caught the attention of several people sat nearby. An elderly couple shaking their heads at the young women clearly having too much fun for their liking. But at least the drink itself was amazing! It tasted like fruit juice with almost no sense of the alcohol inside it. It even managed to cover up the acidic tang their basic energy drinks had. “All right ladies, lets take the lead!” Roxy said, burping loudly and getting a death stare from the old woman smoking on the other side of them who muttered something under her breath. Stopping the recording Polly quickly scanned the QR code which generated a hashtag that she added to the post with their team name hashtag before uploading it. “So now what?” Francesca asked as the group gathered around the phone. “Well, they are supposed to be scanning posts they are tagged in for hashtags, like our name and then code we just got so that….. *Bing* “There we go….what we were wrong!?” Polly said, recoiling from her phone as if it had just somehow insulted her. “Did you do it right?” Francesca added, her tone a little harsher than she probably meant it to be. “Yes, look” Polly said handing her phone over. “Come on guys, lets not argue, lets just head to the next place.” Willow added calmly. “Yeah, that only took us 5 minutes. I am sure people will live outside of town and have to travel in. We are probably still high up if we get to the next place quickly. Jana added, hoping to dispel any angst the group was feeling towards each other. They were a team, they were sure to make mistakes along the way so it was important to remember that. “To the Black grouse inn!” Victoria shouted as she pointed upwards and towards the taxi still waiting for them. Going across town at this time of night was always difficult, but they seemed to have lucked out with their driver. Every time they came too traffic, he would swerve off the main road and down some narrow streets before emerging closer to their destination. He certainly seemed to have a really good grasp of the roads around town and how to avoid any bottlenecks. A fortunate turn of events as they now had to go all the way across town. Leaving old town behind they crossed into Glendale, something that was puzzling to Roxy as she watched the buildings blur past. The Black grouse was in the Seafront district, why were they going this way? But, her questions were soon answered as they crossed the road she would have taken, only to see bumper to bumper traffic heading that way. By going past Goose Green, he had taken them through the residential area and avoided the influx of students and people heading to the town for a night of drinking. “Should be there in two minutes” Their driver announced pulling off the main road, but even his mighty navigation skills couldn’t get them out of what was now ahead of them. “Oh crap.” Jana said as they came to a standstill, the others smiling slightly at her innocent exclamation. Going up the road for the final half a mile was a line of taxi’s and cars, the other competitors! But at least that meant they had to be in the right place. Being locals they had never seen so many cars coming this way. If there were 40 teams that would make at least half the cars ahead of them their competition, now mixed in with the regular visitors. “Come on Victoria, lets put those muscles to some good use. We can walk from here, but thank you so much!” Roxy said from the middle seat, slapping Victoria on the leg playfully and indicating that she should get out. “No problem” The driver smiled, holding up a contactless card machine, another blessing as Francesca could just swipe her apple pay and it would save her dealing with cash. Every second would count, and that would have been at least a minute or two. Jumping out of the cab the group waved back at the driver as he quickly J turned on a patch of concrete next to them and drove back up the road they had just come down. Walking quickly past the line of cars, they could see many of the groups holding phones displaying the same app they were using, they were in the right place! Behind them a couple of other groups were now getting out, clearly seeing them walk past and deciding they were onto something. “We love blue wombat!” Another group shouted loudly as they approached the front of the pub. Moving towards the bouncer they held out their bracelets causing him to roll his eyes but waved them in. Inside it was packed, but it seemed that most people were not taking part in the hunt at least. With those that were, quickly grabbing their cans from the bar and running out the front to record themselves drinking them. Moving out of the way of another group barging their way out in a hurry, they joined the back of 3 other groups waiting for their cans. Unlike the last place, it seemed the bar woman was actually scanning all their bracelets. A much better way of showing how many had come and drunk at their pub, but for them it meant more time wasted.” “Hey, do you think we have time for me to run to the ladies?” Polly asked quietly, her bladder not enjoying the jostling it had received in the taxi. “Can you hold it till the next place? I think we should make the most of this and try and get ahead of a couple of these teams.” Jana whispered back. “Yeah, I think they will need to scan your wrist too.” Victoria added as one of the groups moved past them giggling slightly and holding their cans. “Yeah sure, no problem.” Polly replied, smiling back at them. She didn’t need to go yet. It could wait, she told herself. Standing there the group waited for the five in front of them to get themselves scanned, Francesca tapping her foot lightly on the floor while Victoria seemed to be fidgeting slightly. Did they need to pee too Polly wondered, at least she wasn’t alone. It would be a bit awkward to ask again, but if someone else asked she could just join in with them. “Next” The bar woman shouted, getting them to hold out their wrists one by one and scanning the little barcode on them. “6 beers” She said coldly before grabbing 6 more from the room temperature box on the bar and noisily clunking them on the wood. Not waiting for any more delays the group grabbed them and ran. “Sorry guys, going to have to crab another crate. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.” The barwoman told the next team, causing the group to smile as they broke out of the packed building and out into the clear night. “We love Blue wombat!” Yet another group cheered next to them. “Why don’t we go over there.” Jana said, pointing out a recess a little bit away from the pub, somewhere they would have more privacy. Shuffling over they repeated their trick, this time with a little rock and soon began drinking their second pint. “Right then, I mean this should be right.” Polly said, her legs jiggling slightly as she waited for the reply. “Yessss” She exclaimed happily, causing Roxy and Victoria to high five. “Ok to what does it say?” The others asked as they huddled around the phone. This week’s clue: A sharp turn of events Actions 1. Solve the clue and say where you think the group should go. 2. Vote for which of the women should be allowed to pee at the next place (Vote for up to 2 women each - total votes determines order). 3. Vote to help a character/group, or hinder another team. Current position: 14th
  23. Thank you all for the really kind words and continued support, im glad you all enjoyed it! It was good fun to write and it was interesting to see the reaction to lore Omo stories. I've not dabbled in them before but it seemed like people enjoyed them. Thank you as well and yeah they made it by the skin of their teeth. There is definitely some room for continuations, but for now Laurence has been stopped at some capacity although he is still a very powerful individual. Given he seems to be able to live forever, who knows if another unlucky explorer might come across the rune, or maybe he will infiltrate the Omotet and get his hands on it that way. Yeah there were a few places where a spin off might be interesting, the main one being Joy's story. But there were a number of characters and events it could be interesting to tell from their point of view. For example one of the little hints at an accident was actually the receptionist that Annabeth filled when they arrived at the conference. It was actually her accident that the cleaner was mopping up and not Annabeth's, with the woman being in the locked stall. Part of me did it as a red herring to make people think it might have been Philippa for a moment, but it was also enjoyable to think of her stuck there at the desk for some time after everyone else had left. I might explore some of them in the future.
  24. Hey, thank you both! Yeah, I wanted to gamify it a little to make it more like a group thing so im glad you like the sounds of it! Yeah, i've written other stories but fancied trying out something new. So even if it doesnt work out, im not too worried. Also I hope everyone feels like they could join in if they want too, no pressure though! Im guessing there is nothing I can put in like an anonymous poll? so that people could just click on to vote if they were worried about talking but wanted to take part anyway? I should also say even if the wrong answer is chosen they will still end up at the right place in the chapter, just a bit later than planned. So the stakes that way are not too high, but may affect your / their choices later on if they want to win! Going to give it another couple of days before collecting the votes and writing the next proper chapter!
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