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    Markj9494 got a reaction from Tentacool in A Golden Decree   
    So here is the final chapter, be warned its a bit of a long one, but I hope you all enjoy!
     
    Chapter 3: The feast
    Back in the garden Valorie was watching the queen becoming increasing frustrated, but this time not at Morgana. Prince Geoffrey and her mother were currently walking around with their arms linked, reminiscing about his parent’s holidays to their city when they were younger. A number of which brought back seemingly embarrassing stories about her that the queen clearly thought were beneath her royal stature.
    “Mother, don’t you think some of our other guests would enjoy a chance to speak to you?” she suggested, clearly trying to break up the pairing as they laughed about yet another tale of childish innocence.
    “Nonsense, the night is still young dear.” She replied.
    “I need a drink” The queen muttered to herself, outstretching her empty glass for Valorie to refill with the wine she had brought back. Lifting the heavy jug Valorie began to pour the drink out of the cumbersome container, designed more for tables than to walk around with.
    “Besides, I’d really like to know who it was that broke my grandfather’s air loom the last time you and your sister were here” Lady Meredith continued.
    A quiet gasped escaped the Queen as her eyes widened for a second, her mother’s question somewhat surprising her. Surprise that caused the grasp of her cup to faulter, the silver goblet tumbling from her hand and too the floor. Caught between pouring into the cup and the unexpected movement of it Valorie’s grip also failed, the heavy jug following the goblet onto the freshly cut grass beneath them.
    “Im sorry, im so sorry!” She began to stammer bending down to grab the fallen items.
    “Do you know how much this dress costs, what if that had gotten on me!” The queen shouted, a number of people around them pausing their conversations to look at their group.
    “I’m sorry your grace” Valorie could feel tears beginning to well in her eyes, why did this sort of thing always happen to her.
    “Kiera, im sure she didn’t do it on purpose.” The queens mother started.
    “That’s not the point, now go and get a jug to replace that. And you!, go and get me a clean goblet from the kitchens” she said, handing off the one she had just been handed from the floor to Morgana.
    Curtseying deeply and trying to collect her thoughts Valorie left them quickly, trying to clear thoughts about what had just happened from her mind. But as she approached the table she had visited not so long ago, she was shocked to see it completely empty of jugs as the queens guests went through the drinks with some speed.
    Standing to one side she also noticed one of the women she had been brough in with, Macey. The slightly older woman standing to the side, her legs constantly shifting as she seemingly waited for something. Standing awkwardly for a minute Valorie tried to think of something to say, but the shuffling woman was clearly preoccupied with something.
    “Are they out of Wine?” Valorie asked, the silence unbearable and equally she wanted to know if she was in the right place, she didn’t want to be later than she needed to be.
    “Oh, sorry I didn’t see you approach.” The dark-haired woman said, her attention apparently somewhere else for the moment. “Yeah, they are refilling them now although its been a short while already. But there are some single glasses over there if you want to take one to your Patron?” she continued, indicating a table which currently displayed a dozen or more goblets full of wine.
    “Wow, they sure do go through this stuff quickly” Valorie sighed, she didn’t want to make the queen wait again, but given her request for a goblet from Morgana she might not take it well if she too arrived with one.
    “You are not wrong there. I don’t know how much my lords have had to drink, but I’m definitely starting to feel it. The wine seems to go straight through them and their aging bladders, I was kind of hoping they were running out.”
    “Is It that bad?” Valorie asked, genuinely concerned for her new friends ability to last the night.
    “Not yet, but they have used me three times each and I don’t know how much more I can take.” She tried to smile as to not make it sound too bad, but the look on her face gave away the real scale of the problem. Even from where she stood Valorie could make out the unmistakable bulge of a full bladder poking through her clothing.
    “Only three, wow you must have a tiny bladder. I bet you won’t even make it a week as a chamber maid.” Another snide remark came out of nowhere. Why was she always around, Valorie couldn’t help but think as Laura slinked her way over to the table to wait with them for more wine.
    “Im holding eight and barely feel anything” she boasted, patting her stomach for added effect. “I bet you have even stopped drinking” she said, reaching out a hand to grab one of the nearby goblets “I doubt even Morgana can handle drinking at the same time, her bladder is no match for mine”.
    “I…I think those are just for the lords” Macey said.
    But rolling her eyes it was clear Laura didn’t care much for her advice. “Like they will even notice.” She said, picking up the vessel and swigging from it as they waited. Luckily after a few more moments of awkwardness passed between the three of them a number of servants appeared carrying dozens of large jugs between them.
    Grabbing one of the large vases of wine Valorie watched as Laura tipped the glass back and began to chug the wine. Her overconfidence would be her downfall one of these days and she would be lying if she didn’t want to see it.
    “You, servant who said you could drink this wine.” An angry voice shouted at them, a voice Valorie knew well.
    “Um…your grace I just needed a drink” Laura stammered, blushing slightly as she was caught red handed.
    “Well, you should have gone to the kitchens. This wine is for the nobles only, not servants like yourself.”
    “Caroline said we should do whatever we could to serve our lords and I didn’t want to take any more time to get the wine.” Valorie frowned slightly at that explanation, it wasn’t quite what their mentor had told them to do and it was clear Laura was just trying to weasel her way out of it.
    “Are you not a chamber lady, should you not be holding for your lords even if you are thirsty.” The queen continued, walking towards them with Morgana and her lordship in toe. The queen’s mother was a few moments behind, clearly preoccupied with something as she stood rigidly speaking to one of her friends in hurried tones.
    “Yes, but I can handle it. I have an iron bladder that can handle anything.”
    There she was, boasting again.
    “I like your confidence.” The queen said, a shrew smile crossing her face for a moment, a glimmer in her eyes telling Valorie that she was clearly enjoying what ever thought was going through her mind.
    “You like wine then?” she asked.
    “Yes your majesty.” Laura answered, a look of slight confusion on her face.
    “Well then, I think we should let you have your fill.” Her crooked smile widening.
    “Your...grace?” Laura was clearly concerned for the first time about where this was going, the nervousness on her face something Valorie had not witnessed since meeting her this morning.
    Walking up to the table the queen picked up one of the vases, its contents enough for a table of people at a banquet to fill their glasses. “I feel this should be more fitting to someone of your stature”. She continued offering the large container to Laura who cautiously accepted it, standing on the spot unsure of what to do.
    “Well, I thought you said you like wine. Drink up.” The queen said with a sense of glee in her voice.
    Laura’s eyes widened as she came to the realisation of what the queen wanted her to do, but unable to refuse she gazed down in the large vase for a few moments. The vast quantity of swirling purple liquid only reflecting her own worried face back at her, but with nothing else to do she raised the container to her lips and tipped it back. Instantly her mouth was filled and almost overflowing with wine, the wide neck of the jug not designed to be drunk from directly.
    Breathing heavily through her nose she swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the wine which soon lost all flavour. Looking up she could see the queen looking on intently, waiting for her to fail but she would not give her the satisfaction. Moving her hand slightly she supported the jug and pushed it further up, the stream of never-ending wine flowing into her waiting mouth. The queen wanted to humiliate her, but she would show her that her iron bladder could survive anything she wanted to throw her way. The muscles in her throat were moving constantly as the river of wine moved down them. She could feel the weight in the vase finally starting to lessen, but all that meant was that it was now inside her instead. The stream of wine continuing as Laura felt her stomach swelling massively, her already bloated bladder being pressured by the increasing size of her stomach.
    Watching on it was impossible not for Valorie to see the short woman’s stomach growing by the second. The slight and easy to miss bump from her patrons pee giving way to a much larger protrusion that only seemed to grow with each mouthful. Her tight blue dressing being pushed away from her by the strange growth pushing out of her abdomen.
    It was getting harder for Laura to swallow, her stomach was full and sending signals for her to stop. But she couldn’t, the gleeful look on her majesty’s face as she started to struggle enough to reignite the fire in her mind as to not lose to the woman. It had been over a minute of solid drinking, her stomach ached with fullness and she could feel it starting to spasm inside her. The quantity of rich wine making her nauseous, but she would not fail! Tilting back the vase she looked into it, she was almost done! With renewed vigour she guzzled down the remaining liquid until finally the giant vase lay empty. Coughing once she felt the contents of her body shift uncomfortably and looking down she could see why. Her stomach was now protruding and making her look heavily pregnant, the quantity of wine pushing her body to its limits.
    “Have you had your fill, or should I order you another?” The queen said harshly, displeased by her success.
    “Yes your majesty.”
    “You would like another?”
    “I..um no…im sorry your majesty.” She stammered. If she made her drink another, she knew she would be unable to take it without something failing catastrophically.
    “Good. But if I catch you stealing wine again, Ill have you serve every guest at this party by yourself. Now go find your lords and get out of my sight.”
    Without waiting for the servant to leave the Queen began to march off, walking back towards her mother as Valorie and Morgana shared a look agreeing not to get themselves in trouble if that was the price. Grabbing a vase for them Valorie quickly followed the queen taking a quick glance at Laura as she uneasily walked off clutching her bloated stomach with one hand and another jug in the other.
     
    Continuing to walk around the garden for a short while they soon arrived at a covered stand with a number of benches, the queens mother suggesting they take a short rest after so much walking. Sighing heavily as she sat it was clear lady Meredith felt more relaxed, but it was starting to become apparent that it was not just her feet that were aching. Her legs tightly pressed together and angled to one side as they sat around.
    “Servant” the queen said loudly, shaking her empty glass in Valorie’s direction once more.
    “Yes your majesty” she replied, walking over and carefully pouring her a glass of wine.
    Stepping over to the queen’s mother she offered to fill her glass but just got a gentle shake of the head and a clearly forced smile in response.
    The group sat there for some time, the minutes passing by quickly as the queen and Geoffrey talked, her mother quieter than she had been previously. From how they spoke It was clear that he had been chosen as the one to wed the queen in an effort to start rebuilding the trust of the country. As Valorie and Morgana stood there the conversation often diverted from heroic stories of his battles to talks of the future and how they could rebuild the country together.
    As the evening passed the sun began to set and the temperature dropped, causing a shiver to pass down Morgana’s back. The fancy dress she was wearing providing little in the way of protection from the cold.
    “Are you cold my Lady?” Geoffrey asked, the mere suggestion that she was a lady and not just a servant clearly ruffling the feathers of the queen. Morgana had done nothing but serve them faithfully but to the queen it still seemed the lords fondness for her was the only thing in the way of the marriage and alliance the queen so desperately wanted.
    “Im fine my lord” Morgana replied, smiling curtly at him.
    “Perhaps the lord is right. Why don’t you go and take a moment to warm up in the kitchens and return with a new vase.” She said, indicating for Valorie to give her the still third full jug.
    “Thank you, your grace” Morgana said curtsying and disappearing behind a hedge yet again.
    As she rounded the hedge she could see Anna being pulled along by one her patrons. Led by her hand she was being forced to walk at a pace that was clearly too fast for her to find comfortable, her free hand resting under her bladder that had clearly bloated out even more. A slight groaning noise could be heard from her as she was pulled past, her thighs shaking with each heavy step that caused her face to contort slightly. Her patrons had been having their way with her over the last few hours and she was paying the price for being given a group, despite her bladder’s capabilities.
    Reaching the kitchen Morgana pressed open the door, the room filled with dozens of staff bustling around as the prepared the evenings food. They were apparently so busy that one poor servant had lost her shoe in the scramble to prepare the evenings feast. Finding a number of full jugs she picked on up and began her walk back, deciding to take the long way back.
     
    “Please hurry we have too….Oh! please excuse the interruption your grace” a lord said, bowing slightly as he emerged from the bushes with Macey and another lord in toe. From the man’s not so subtle squirming it was clear he desperately needed to pee, although as Valorie looked towards her friend it was definitely not the first time. Her thin frame now sporting a large bulge in her abdomen as she stood there with her legs pressed together.
    “Lord’s Thornton” The queen said, acknowledging their presence but not initiating a conversation. Either to save the desperate elderly lords graces or just because she had no interest in having one.
    Blushing deeply the lord bowed again, shuffling off to find somewhere else to relieve himself into Macey. The chamber maid and Valorie sharing one last slightly forlorn look between them as Macey was led away.
    “Ah there you are, I was wondering if you had gotten lost?” the queen chastised Morgana as she approached a few minutes later.
    “I have your wine your grace, but I’m afraid someone has asked me to get Lady Meredith for them” Morgana said, curtsying slightly.
    “Requested me, what on earth for?” The queens mother asked.
    “Im not sure your grace, I did not question them”
    “Yes, as you should” the queens mother replied, a quiet grunt escaping her lips as she stood using her left hand to steady herself. “Well my dear, it seems duty calls” she said, putting a hand on her daughters shoulder for a moment.
    Walking with steady but short steps the ageing royal walked alongside the taller Morgana for a while, snaking their way through the grounds and heading for a far corner. “What on earth are they doing all the way out here?” Lady Meredith asked, they hadn’t seen anyone in the last few minutes as many now stuck closer to the refreshments than at the start. Stopping and turning around Morgana looked into the eyes of the queen’s mother.
    “I apologise if this is going to far, but I couldn’t help but notice that you seemed to be in need of a chamber pot and I would like to offer you my services as a chamber maid. Despite your predisposition of not wanting to use one of us, I assure you it is no trouble for me and I will speak nothing of this to anyone.” Morgana spoke quickly but clearly, hoping to get the explanation out before she could be interrupted. But now as an awkward silence grew between them, she wished she had something else to say. Her lips pursed in anticipation and worry of what the royal might say.
    “I….” The queen’s mother stopped for a moment, her eyes closing as something else got her attention. She had written off the idea of using a member of her court as a chamber pot on principle, but had failed to think of an alternative. “But, I cant just use you”
    “It is what I am here for your grace, it is my duty to hold for you so you can carry out your own duties.” Morgana said, curtsying for added effect.
    “Well, I’m sorry it has come to this Morgana, but you may be right. My bladder may not be able to last the night and my need is getting quite strong and distracting from my other duties.” She said rubbing her lower abdomen. “You have my thanks” she reluctantly finished off, accepting her fate and taking the end of Morgana’s device. 
    Now connected to each other Morgana felt her distended bladder start to fill once again, although looking at the woman opposite it was hard to tell anything was happening. Lady Meredith’s face was completely blank with her eyes closed, only the increasing pressure and warmth in her lower abdomen told her exactly what was going on.
    Despite being the other side of middle aged it seemed the queen’s mother still had a sizeable and strong bladder. For more than a minute she continued to empty herself, a steady and un-rushed stream pouring out of her and into Morgana. It should have come as no surprise to the chamber lady given the fact everyone seemed to have relieved themselves once, twice or in some cases more times into their chamber maids. The fact that she had gone this long without was impressive, even as Morgana felt her dress starting to tighten considerably around her midriff.
    After almost two minutes the stream finally stopped, Lady Meredith sighing deeply with her eyes still closed. She had just used a chamber lady, something she had said she would never do.
    “I would appreciate your discretion” she finally said, ending the silence and opening her eyes.
    “You have it my lady” Morgana said, curtsying slightly less gracefully as she got use to the new weight of her bladders contents.
    Finding their way back towards the main part of the garden a quiet rustling of a nearby bush caught their attention. Looking beyond it they could see Macey standing rigidly as one of the Lord Thornton’s was handing a familiar device to the other as he danced desperately on the spot. This area clearly becoming a favourite of those who wished to discretely use the chamber ladies.
    “Lord’s Thornton?”
    “Your grace!” the both cried simultaneously, the desperate lord standing up straight and visibly wincing.
    “Its been too long” Lady Meredith said, moving into to shake hands with them both.
    “Indeed it has Lady Meredith”
    As the small talk started Morgana’s gaze drifted beyond the two lords and to Macey. The young woman barely moving from her spot the entire time, a worried and pained expression plastered across her face as she did her best to remain composed.
    But after a couple of minutes she heard her whimper softly, her eyes widening and looking down in mild surprise. Following her gaze Morgana could just make out another of the devices she had just used with the queen’s mothers and through it appeared to be a flowing stream of her patron’s pee. She wasn’t sure how the lord had managed it without anyone noticing, but it seemed he had somehow attached himself and was currently relieving himself into Macey. A calm look on his face as he physically relaxed, his shoulders sinking and giving the game away slightly.
    A few steps behind him Macey let out a groan that thankfully for her seemed to go unnoticed by everyone but Morgana who was watching the poor woman’s plight. Clearly she was at her capacity, her bulging bladder pulsing inside her as the unrelenting stream from the man attached to her filled it even more. Still Macey stood there, now rocking slightly but not daring to go any further in the presence of the queen’s mother. Her lord filling her even as he spoke, seemingly now well practised with using the poor woman as a chamber pot.
     “Well I suppose we should be getting back to my daughter before the feast starts” Lady Meredith said, expecting to leave the two lords and head back with just Morgana.
    “My lords may I be…..” Macey started; she had been patiently waiting for their meeting to end so she could desperately ask to relieve herself.
    “Ah yes, we have been meaning to speak to Kei…Her majesty about something. Mind if we accompany you?” One of the lords asked, interrupting Macey and causing the queens mother to pause. But unable to think of any other way out of it she simply nodded, indicating their way forward with her hand as the group moved off.
    “How are you doing?” Morgana quietly asked Macey, her feet still rooted to the spot as the group started to move away. The strain of her brimming bladder taking its toll on the woman, a quiet whimper and worried expression was the only response she could give. Her giant inflated bladder causing her an indescribable amount of discomfort. Taking one step forward she groaned quietly, her upper body lurching forward as something inside her pulsed painfully. But she had to follow, it was her duty and she couldn’t be left behind.
    Red faced and sweating profusely Macey continued, taking small mincing steps as she almost panted with exertion. One step, two steps, three steps, each causing explosions of pain inside her as even the careful movements she was making strained her brimmingly full bladder. Now behind the lords and Lady Meredith she gave herself one last hope, her left hand moving between her legs as she walked, pressing heavily into her crotch to offer her aching muscles a small reprieve in the hopes of lasting a while longer. Surely, she would be able to get a break soon, perhaps when the feast started they would be too preoccupied with their meals to notice.
    Walking slowly she and Morgana followed the nobles for a couple of minutes, their long journey to the absolute edges of the garden taking them far away from the others. While she might have craved the privacy of such a place, the constant walking was wreaking havoc inside Macey’s body. The sudden spikes in pain and discomfort that happened with each step had turned into a continuous wave, with each step amplifying the crashing of the waves of urine stored within her bladder.
    Suddenly stopping to inspect a particularly rare rose she felt the waves continuing to batter her defences despite being still. A quite whimper escaped her again as she pressed harder on her womanhood, she couldn’t make the feast she had to find a way of excusing herself.
    “Servant, would you be so kind as to go and get us some wine” Her lord said, turning to face them.
    Realising he was about to look at her, Macey’s hand flew away from her crotch, she couldn’t be caught performing such an undignified thing as holding herself. But even as her hand was swiftly moving away from it she realised her mistake, a strong pulse ripped through her body causing her to clutch herself again. Doubling over she groaned out loud for the first time, everyone turning to look at the tortuously full woman as he whole body shook.
    “Oh no” a quiet hiss filling the still air as a trail of wetness could be seen escaping from her left foot. She was fighting to remain in control of her bulging bladder, but it was no use.
    “UUUhhhhh” she groaned again, her whole body convulsing as the final spasm turned the slow stream into a raging torrent. The front of the dress afforded to her by the crown darkening as a deluge of piss splattered noisily onto the flagstone pathways of the queen’s garden. Her bladders control gone she remained bent over, a hand on her slowly deflating bladder as the contents of her patrons bladders flowed out of her and into the puddle that was forming beneath her wet legs.
    Taking a step back as the deluge of liquid continued to spray out of her friend Morgana couldn’t help but press her own legs together, the sound of it splattering on the stones causing her own discomfort to rise.
    After a full minute of wetting the front and back of her cream coloured dress were completely saturated, some of the fine material turning see through and sticking to her sodden legs. Her pale pink skin easy to see through the expensive dress that she had just ruined. Begging to sob Macey couldn’t believe she had failed to hold it. She had humiliated herself and her lords in front of the queen’s mother. What would she do now, what could she do now?
    Finally, the heavy stream came to and end as the last of the light flagstones darkened in a massive arc around the humiliated woman. An awkward silence falling between the group as none of them knew what to do.
    “My poor girl, Morgana please will you take her back to the castle and get her cleaned up.” The queens mother said, stepping towards the sobbing woman but stopping at the edge of the giant puddle that was slowly draining away between the cracks in the flagstones.
    “Yes your majesty” Morgana said before going wide eyed for a moment, “I mean yes my lady” she said correcting herself, Macey’s accident causing her a moment of distraction, but it didn’t seem as if Lady Meredith had noticed. Putting an arm around Macey as drops continued to fall from her soaked clothing she led her away from the lords and back towards the castle.
     
     
    Unfortunately for Macey the only route back would mean they would have to pass a number of other party goers, and no matter what they tried there was just no way they could cover up the state of Macey’s dress and the accident that had happened. As they began to pass party goes a number of loud gasps from ladies of the court only heightened the humiliation for Macey, her face burning red as she looked at her own feet and letting Morgana guide her.
    “Wheeey” a cheer from a group of clearly drunken young men nearby almost made her flinch.
    “Come on Anna, why don’t you give us a show like your friend here” One of them shouted and lifting her eyes she caught a small smile from Anna who was the one serving the table of
    “I bet you would be up for it after some wine, what do you think” Another added, trying to force a class of wine into Anna’s hands with an arm on her shoulder. The son of one of the lords here clearly taking a shine to the slim dark-haired woman.
    “Im not supposed to drink” She tried to rebuff the man’s advances.
    “I thought you were supposed to serve us”
    “I….”
    “One glass.” He countered.
    Unclenching her hand a large goblet was quickly placed in it and looking at the excited face of her Patron she took a small sip which caused another cheer to go up from the group.
    Exchanging knowing and slightly worried glances Anna watched Morgana lead the wet Macey towards the castle, hoping that despite her aching bladder she would not follow suit. But looking down at the glass of wine in her hand, she could help but feel the tightness in her stomach.
     
     
    “Do you want any more wine lady Wellington, perhaps some Ale?”
    “Oh goodness no, ive drunk far too much” the tall lady said, her hand stifling an un-lady like burp that took her by surprise.
    “Yes, I have never been so well waited upon, my cup has not gone dry for the entire evening!” Her husband said raising it towards Laura. “Your service has been impeccable, but speaking of I must make use of you again.”
    Smiling at him Laura quickly got out the device, she would show Morgana who the really holding queen was. There was no way she would be holding as much as her!
    Soon yet another stream was flowing into her massively distended bladder, the lords own large bladder apparently full to its capacity once again. Grimacing slightly, she could feel her body starting to strain under the weight of the wine she had been forced to drink and the contents of already bulging bladder. Placing a hand on her growing abdomen she could feel the forks of pain radiating out from it, but even as her body was forced to stretch to new and painful levels it was all just a reminder of how strong she was. Nothing could break her not even…..
    “Yes, I need to use you too” The lords wife said.
    Perfect, Laura thought to herself, even as her body continued to scream at her to stop.
     
     
    Across the garden the queen was clearly enjoying finally getting Geoffrey to herself. The pair chatting like old friends, with her occasionally resting her hand on his arm and laughing whenever he made a joke.  Despite how much the powerful woman intimidated her, Valorie couldn’t help but enjoy seeing this side of the power couple. But soon the chatter of a group soon approached them, the Queens mother returning with a pair of lords but curiously without either Morgana or Macey who she had seen with the two men earlier.
    “Your majesty” they both bowed.
    “Sorry for leaving last time, we had something to…attend to. But if you have a minute, we would love to talk to you about something?”
    “Of course,” she smiled curtly, but despite what she was saying it was easy to see she was not pleased with the interruption. But considering she was now the queen and her mother had brought them, she couldn’t exactly say no.
    Despite her reluctance the queen soon got into the swing of things, the two lords talking about everything from crops to tax and even the war. Soon the notion of a minute went out the window, the aristocratic talking seeming to stretch out indefinitely for Valorie and the returning Morgana who got yet another disapproving look from the queen.
    But as Valorie watched on she was becoming more and more aware of the uncomfortable looks and slight fidgeting on the faces of the two men who were standing opposite the queen. She wasn’t sure how long they had all been talking, but it was becoming clear that it was more than enough time for the evenings wine to start catching up with both of the men talking to her. They were doing their best to hide it from the queen who did seem to be unaware, continuing to talk even as they were beginning to politely try and wind up the conversation. But each time they did it, she would bring up a new topic and they were ultimately stuck there talking to her until she said so.
    But eventually to the assured relief of both men, a loud bell soon rang through the gardens. The feast was about to begin!
    “Shall we head in?” The queen suggested.
    Taking a moment to look at each other it was clear neither of them wanted that. “You go ahead, we are going to talk about something first.” They agreed.
    “As you wish” She said nodding, both lords bowing with strained faces as she walked away from them.
     
    As soon as the group was out of sight, the two lords dashed through the garden looking for Macey or another chamber lady, their need dire.
    Spotting a servant walking through they waved a hand “You there, maid we require your assistance.”
    “How may I help?” a bemused looking servant asked, a look of confusion and worry at being greeted by two such hurried men.
    “Here take this, we require relief” one of them said, hastily pressing the device they still had from Macey into the woman’s hand.
    “But..Im not a chamber lady” Kelly responded, her mind going back a few hours to when she had disgraced herself in the tests. She had done her best, but moving her legs apart when she had been more desperate than she could ever remember had been just too much for her and her bladder.
    “You are a servant and we are nobles, so you will serve us.” He continued, hastily undoing his trousers and attaching himself to the device that she still held in her hands.
    “No buts girl, it is your duty to serve.” The other added.
    It wasn’t right, she wasn’t supposed to be doing this. But how was she supposed to argue with these people, they were nobles and she was just a servant.
    Connecting herself up she instantly felt the lord’s bladder relax and a heavy stream of urine flow into her bladder. It was a feeling she couldn’t have forgotten from earlier that day, but it didn’t make it any more comfortable. Instinctively she began to rub her highs together under the dress, the strange feeling of being filled making it feel like she was already desperate despite knowing she had barely needed the bathroom a few moments ago. Closing her eyes she exhaled sharply as her bladder cramped or a moment, the lord had clearly had a lot to drink but thankfully it seemed he was coming to the end of his pee.
    However, before she could say anything, she could see the look in the others lords eyes, eyes that were transfixed on the device she was attached too. A grimace on his face he and one hand permanently inside his trousers, an indecent posture but judging by grimace on his face one that was necessary. Would she be able to take them both, did she have any chance.
    “Hurry up Eddard” He whispered harshly.
    “Ok, im almost done.” The peeing noble said gleefully.
    But it was almost too late already, as he let go of his member to grab the device he groaned loudly and his movements became more hurried. Unable to wait he yanked his trousers away from himself, a stream bursting forwards and spraying against Kelly who flinched in response. But before she could say or do anything else the lord managed to attach the device to himself, the stream that had started finally under control and going down the tubing.
    As the second bladder in as many minutes began to inflate Kelly she was now the one groaning, but not in relief. An uncomfortable weight and pressure sitting inside her abdomen that she used one hand to rub it gently as she began shifting where she stood. The wetness of the bottom of her dress an unhelpful reminder of how desperate she was quickly becoming. She wasn’t a chamber maid, why did these lords have to use her, where was their chamber maid at a time like this!
     
     
    Now in the main hall Valorie had found herself sat almost at the head of the tables, one place over from the queen and in a position of almost power. Realistically it was simply so she was never too far from her in the event she needed to pee, which she hadn’t done for a while as Valorie started thinking about it. Although having watched the wine and ale disappear through the evening it was Geoffrey that had been downing the stuff, with a thirst that made both her and the queen suspicious he was really doing it to get a moment alone with Morgana from time to time. As they had approached the castle he had once again gone off with the beautiful servant much to the queen’s annoyance. An annoyance that only seemed to exponentially increase once she realised that as his chamber maid, she would be sat in between the queen’s self and Geoffrey. She had suggested that she simply sit on the left of him, but neither her mother or Caroline were pleased with it, everything had apparently been prepared with an exact order in mind.
    As the feast began and the first of thirteen courses was brought out, Valorie found herself looking around the room from her elevated position of Pseudo power, noticing her friends and fellow chamber ladies scattered through the room.
    After her desperate dash earlier Charlotte was back with her group, sitting quietly with her legs together she neither looked unhappy or happy to be there. Occasionally she would glance nervously over to where Anna was, the boisterous and disruptive laughter of the drunk young men along with their treatment of the younger woman clearly troubling her.
    Anna for her part was still filling their ever emptying glasses, a large bulge and unsteady walking gate indicating where it was all going. Her pursed lips and a faint sheen of sweat across her brow, the tell-tale signs of someone in dire need of a break. But despite how she looked, it was nothing compared to Laura. The overly confident blonde now rocking in her seat, her bladder protruding through her tight dress and giving her the appearance of someone easily 5 months pregnant. Valorie couldn’t help but feel slightly sorry for her, but at the same time she had done this too herself. Caroline had warned her about boasting and she not headed her or Macey’s warnings.
    Thinking of Macey she did a quick scan of the room but the chamber maid was no where to be seen, her patrons now seemed to be accompanied by the older seamstress from the sale who had also claimed to be a chamber lady, if she was remembering correctly.
    “Valorie” a voice caught her off guard as she studied the room. Looking over the queen was looking at her, one of her hands beneath the table and beckoning for something. It took her a moment to realise but she was clearly indicating that she was going to use her, she was going to pee right here in the middle of the room surrounded by nobles. Caroline had said they would need to be discrete but this was something else.
    Handing over the device she soon felt the rush of the queens pee beginning to enter her. For the most part Valorie had managed to ignore her need to pee so far, the two loads from the queen filling her substantially but not making her desperate enough to be worried. But now as it was forced to the forefront of her mind she couldn’t deny the pressure inside her bladder was getting to unbearable levels, and it didn’t seem as if the queen was planning on stopping any time soon. The hot liquid rushing through the device and pumping up her abdomen, the first light spasms of her muscles started as she desperately fought to keep her face calm and collected to anyone who looked their way. But as the queens pee tapered off a minute later that was easier said than done, her large load making her rapidly stretched muscles contract as they tried to force Valorie to empty herself right there and then.
    Quiet laughter from beside her caused her to look left.
    “Something funny?” The queen asked as Morgana and Geoffrey chuckled about something privately.
    “Nothing your majesty” she replied, her face instantly sullen and looking towards the floor.
    “Mmmmm” The queen said, clearly unimpressed by the apparent in-joke between the two of them, her eyes watching the chamber maid with some suspicion.  
     
    Thankfully as the first few courses were put out and time passed, Valorie found her body slowly reaching an aching equilibrium. Her bulging bladder now full and pressing down on her muscles painfully, but she still felt in control.
    pushing the remnants of a half eaten pigeon pot pie slightly away from herself she was distracted by some loud chanting, two large bearded men chugging back large tankards of ale in an apparent race. It was a close race but as the victor upturned his tankard on his head, a small amount of ale dripping down his face another cheer went up.
    How were these men allowed to behave like this was beyond Valorie, although from what she had heard from the conversations many were not lords until recently. The war having left many lands without one or given away as prizes or rewards for particularly brave warriors or commanders. It definitely seemed many of them would belong more on a battlefield than a diplomatic banquet such was this evening.
    Continuing to watch the winner seemed to claim his prize, a chance at relieving himself. A reluctant and heavily laden Anna standing up and even at 100ft her bladder bulge was noticeable. The group having used her a number of times through the night, with one more load on its way as the heavy-set man connected himself in full view of anyone that happened to be looking their way. A deep grimace appearing on the brunette’s face almost as soon as he was connected, her bladder clearly pushed to its absolute limits as her hands cradled it.
    As the moments passed her posture was changing almost constantly. The rush of liquid that went unseen to Valorie making the filling Anna lean more and more over as her bladder swelled even further. By the time the lengthy pee had finished she was almost doubled over, her face red and chest heaving as she battled with the contents of her body.
    Inside her mind Anna was panicking, she could feel her muscles trembling as they had been for a while now, but this felt completely different. Unlike the spasms and contractions that had been rocking her body for what felt like half the day, these pulses seemed to be actively squeezing her bladder. Her whole abdomen contracting around it, trying desperately to squeeze it open so that it could relieve some of the monumental pressure inside it.
    “Thanks mate, needed that!” The man said, before she felt a heavy impact on her back as the drunken man seemed to hit her like one of his warrior friends.
    But for Anna this sudden and unexpected impact made her stumble and worse she felt a jet of her pent-up piss spray out and into her undergarments. Falling to her knees she desperately threw both her hands between her shaking thighs and somehow stemmed the flow from her aching bladder. But she knew, she didn’t have long. No matter what the appearance she needed to relieve herself now!
    “Sorry love” The man said, offering her a hand that she took with a shaking one of her own.
    “You alright” he asked, seemingly concerned his heavy handedness had actually injured her, somehow ignoring the giant ball of his own piss sticking out of her.
    “I….” she started, her mind still overwhelmed by the burning sensation between her legs, an ungrateful bladder demanding she let it continue what it had started.
    “Want me to kiss it better.” Another of the group joked, but she was too desperate to answer.
    “Come on love, why don’t you come over here and I’ll make you forget all about the big bad man.” He continued, gently pulling the small woman along and guiding her over to him before tugging her slightly and causing her to fall directly onto his lap.
    “doesn’t this feel better” he said suggestively.
    “But I…..” she tried again, her face now burning hot as her body redoubled its efforts to make her lose control.
    “First time, don't worry I’ll be gentle” the man sneered slightly, his hand going down between her legs that snapped shut around them. Ordinarily she would have slapped the man for even attempting this, but she couldn’t move without risking losing it all right in the middle of the halland worse in front of the queen.
    “Please, Lord Argyll you don’t understand” she managed to whimper out.
    “No need to be so formal, call me Lawrence.”
    “Please you don’t understand…”
    “Wow, look how wet she is for me.” He laughed, ignoring or misreading her plea.
    “Im…Im…Im sorry I cant…” she whimpered as her body began to tremble on top of him, a deeply confused look on his face. But finally her bloated bladder could take it no longer, a second burst of urine escaping her control and flowing through his hand moments before the dam completely broke. A wave of pee flowing from her, soaking through the back of her dress and onto the lord beneath her.
    “What are you, Oh my god!” He shouted, hastily standing and shoving the peeing woman from his lap and ungracefully onto the floor where a large puddle started to form around her.
    As the room fell silent and all eyes turned towards Anna as a loud hiss echoed through the hall. The wide open space causing the noise to reverberate around the room and meaning there would be no mistaking what was going on. Hanging her head she felt her bladder still pulsing inside her as an ocean of pee continued to spill out of her and across the wooden flooring. A never-ending pee causing an ever-expanding puddle, those sitting at the same table as the lord who was hastily drying his trousers forced to move away or lift their feet as it flowed underneath them.
    “Alright nothing to see here” Caroline said loudly as she marched over to Anna, forcefully picking her up and taking her slowly towards the servants’ quarters. A trail of pee still snaking its way down her slim legs and following them as the walked across the hall. A number of whispers starting up as peoples conversations soon resumed, although many now talking about what they had just seen.
     
     
     
    The next couple of courses passed uneventfully, but as the fourth main course was placed in front of them and their glasses refilled once more a group slowly approached them. The group of elderly looking women all sharing the same uncomfortable and unsteady pace as they climbed the few steps to where the queen was seated.
    “Your majesty, may we talk to your mother?” one asked quietly.
    “Of course”The queen replied, looking away and back to her food now she knew she was not needed.
    “Meredith, please. We have all tried to hold but it is not possible.” The front woman pleaded with the queen’s mother quietly.
    “Please we do not want to disgrace you but we have no other option, we are not as strong as you” another added.
    A strange look appeared on Lady Meredith’s face as her friends begged her to let them use a chamber lady. It had been clear this morning that they all shared her distain for using their servants, but as she had done earlier with Morgana they too were now reaching their limits. But she could not admit to it, to be the first of them to break and give in would be a stain on her reputation.
    “I suppose, if you must and there is no other option.” She said, the group of her friends looking much happier now. “Although, there are few chamber ladies this evening and I’m not sure if you will be able to find a willing one this late.”
    This statement caused a few glances to be exchanged between the noble women, who had not thought about that fact.
    “Nonsense” the queen interrupted, carefully wiping her mouth with a cloth napkin.
    Clicking twice towards a table below them “You there, servant” she said waving a hand and beckoning the woman towards her.
    Slowly rising from her seat Laura couldn’t help but let out a quiet gasp, her bladder troubling her greatly. With great difficulty she took the steps up to the queen at a crawl, her thighs tensing rhythmically as the group of nobles looked towards her.
    “Your majesty” She said.
    “It is good etiquette to curtsy when addressing a queen”
    “Sorry your grace” taking a moment Laura steeled her reserve, tensing her entire body as she bent he knees and her legs were forced apart. A bead of sweat rolling down the side of her face as the queen watched on gleefully, enjoying every moment of her suffering.
    “I’m sure between our wine thief here and Morgana they can handle all of you.” The queen said smiling. “If you both think you can handle the extra duties?” she added, looking at Morgana for a response.
    “Of course your majesty” A forced smile appearing on her face, her eyes portraying the slight worry she had about this idea. If these women had been holding it the entire evening there was no way these would be small quantities they were about to take in. Although looking at how Laura was standing, she was unsure the overconfident blonde would be able to take one let alone two or three.
    “Well then, that settles it.” Thinking for a moment, the queen was clearly contemplating something. “You three” she said pointing to the three on the left including the two that had spoken. “Go with Her, while you two can use Morgana.”
    The fact that she only had to take two made Morgana sigh with relief, she could manage that many.
    Handing her device over under the table the two elderly patrons quickly got the gist of what she was suggesting, it took them a few moments to overcome the worry of relieving themselves while stood in front of the queen but their desperation soon overcame it.
     
    Meanwhile Laura was doing the same, stood slightly to the side of the table the first of the women grabbed her device and was soon relieving themselves into her aching bladder. Clutching herself with both hands she could feel the extra liquid causing more and more spasms to rock her body as her maxed out bladder was forced to contain even more. Grimacing she fought the urge to yank out her device, even as the strong pulses intensified and pain raked across her bloating abdomen.
    Morgana had been right, these were not small bladdered women and as the first of them finished up she was starting to worry about how full she was getting. Each moment and each new patron was bringing her closer and closer to her limit, but in a strange way as she watched Laura’s bulging bladder forced to grow even larger it gave her hope that she still had plenty of room left to faithfully serve her patron.
    As the third of Laura’s patrons attached themselves she was seeing stars, an unbearable level of discomfort causing her to squirm even though it did nothing for her. With white knuckles she grabbed the edge of the table, her nails digging into the wood with a vice like grip as she tried not to scream out in pain, her bladder feeling as if it was tearing itself apart. But it wasn’t the only thing, a loud ripping noise emanated from her side as the size of her over inflated bladder began to force the seams of her dress apart. The expensive clothing being destroyed the quantity of liquid she was somehow containing inside her body.
    Grunting with each breath it felt like every drop of this last woman’s bladder was boiling inside her, burning up her bladder as sweat began to form all over her body. Yet even in this state she looked towards the woman she was so driven to beat, Morgana. Despite her confident posture she could see the cracks forming in her foe’s appearance, her rigid posture and occasional grimaces giving the game away as she watched the woman using her finish up. Panting, red faced, sweating and with a dress coming apart around her body Laura’s focus was solely on her adversarial, ignorant of the strange glances and looks she was getting from those around her.
     
    “I must say Morgana, I admire your strength.” Geoffrey said as the two women left the stage much more relieved. The spoken admiration causing the queens face to turn a red with anger as she stared daggers into the back of her servant’s head. She had noted the disgust of some of the others when the previous chamber ladies had slowly lost control and now it had given the perfect way to turn Geoffrey against Morgana. She would show him what true strength and power looked like.
    “You there, we need more wine” she called over a servant who stood in front of the queen, her own glass already full. Picking it up she chugged it back, putting the large goblet back down quickly.
    “Perhaps Morgana and Valorie would like some as well.” She said, indicating to their glasses that had remained empty throughout the feast. The servant nodding and pouring some into the three of theirs, Valorie and Morgana exchanging glances but reluctantly accepting the wine. Each picking up the glass and taking a few small sips.
     
    Stepping gingerly off the stage Laura’s mind was lost, completely flooded with signals from her body as her abdomen twitched, her muscles almost writhing within her.
    “Where have you been?” an angry comment came through her desperate haze, looking up she recognised the man shouting at her as her Patron, the one she was supposed to be serving.
    “Ugh…I….I…” she tried to form a word between her heavy breathing, her ample chest rising and falling rhythmically with her eyes wide.
    “Dear lord woman, what is wrong with you…. Now connect us so I may relieve myself.” Her patron commanded, ignoring the mass pushing out of her and the multitude of signs that she was on the very edge of her control.
    With a shaking hand she limply held up the device of her torment. Quickly the large man connected himself where they stood, his urgency easy to see and soon a link was made and pee surged out of him and into the rocking Laura.
    “Oooohhh” she began to whine quietly as her lord pushed her past her breaking point. A quiet complaint that soon escalated to a whale of pain and discomfort as her bladder was truly pushed past its physical limit. Clutching her monstrous bulge as more and more of her dress started to tear she could feel the mass of liquid quivering inside her. All eyes in the room now turning to watch the wailing woman, the spectacle nothing like anyone had seen before. Moments passed as she still fought against he inevitable, even her patron knew what was about to happen but unwilling to wait or help her he simply bore down on his muscles. If this was the last time he would get to empty himself he was dam well going to make the most of it and empty himself out as much as possible.
    Feeling the flow increase her bladder became all but numb as she screamed at a pitch too high for anyone to hear, her head falling back as the silent scream left her. Moments later her bladder was done, it could literally take no more and with a final pulse it managed to squeeze the small device from itself. Her contracting muscles removing the end of the device that was still filling her so brutally, but now with nothing standing in its way her bladder exploded between her legs. An avalanche of piss streamed out of her at a ferocious volume and speed, splattering like torrential rain against the hard wood. The relief was pure bliss, after hours of torment of taking peoples bladders, of drinking a tables worth of wine it was over. Groaning this time in pleasure her whole body shuddered as streams of hot piss shot down her legs, her light blue dress darkening all the way around her mid-section and down her legs.
    For the second time that night a hushed silence fell on the room, just the roaring from Laura’s accident and her laboured breaths filled the room. Small talk and jokes paused as everyone witnessed the explosion of piss that was still racing its way across the floor in all directions at the foot of the queens table. The blonde-haired woman at its centre staggering slightly from side to side as the thunderous stream between her legs continued.
    The only movement in the room was from her patron lord Wellington, who was being forced to take more and more steps backwards as the tides of his own consumption flooded towards him. Almost everyone else was barely able to comprehend the speed and amount of liquid the small woman was producing, her puddle already larger than Anna’s and she showed no signs of stopping.  
    For almost two minutes the ocean inside her bladder continued to explode out of her and into the ever growing puddle beneath her. But finally, it came to an end, the room still silent as everyone stared at the drenched woman. Moments passed as people stood by awkwardly, some exchanging glances between themselves. But eventually Caroline made her way slowly over to Laura, saying nothing but guiding the still wobbling woman towards the servant’s chambers. Another of the chamber ladies she had selected this morning had failed and she prayed she would be the last.
     
    “Someone clean up this mess” The queen shouted, a number of servants rushing to get enough equipment to deal with the monumental puddle that coated almost half the room.
    “You see, this is why I was against this idea Keira” the queens mother said, shaking her head slightly.
    “Just need to find more like Morgana here” Geoffrey said proudly.
    “Quite, well Im going to go and speak to Caroline about this anyway” Lady Meredith said, standing and waving away the next plate of food heading in her direction.
    It was then that Valorie remembered the queens mother had not relieved herself, but she was looking far less desperate now than she had a couple of hours earlier. Had she relieved herself like them but privately when she gone with Morgana, or had Morgana….
    Turning to look at her friend she saw the tall woman sitting rigidly, her eyes closed for a moment with a hand between her legs. Next to her the prince seemed to be watching her with some interest, his own shoulders sagging slightly as he looked to be relaxing. Was he peeing into her right now?
    Sure enough a few seconds later his hand fell beneath the table as he apparently detached himself from her, Morganas own hands resting on the table now. Had he started using her while Laura was also wetting herself, that seemed like a cruel and unusual punishment for Morgana to go through. But maybe he was just at his limit and Laura’s accident was too much for him? Beside her the queen seemed to be paying the price for the extra wine too, her own legs fidgeting slightly. But if she needed to go why would she simply not use her.
    Over the next two courses she watched her Patrons movements become more and more pronounced, yet she made no move to use her. All the while she kept drinking more and more wine, making sure that her and Geoffrey’s glasses never ran dry even more than before. If there was the slightest hint that such a thing could occur, she would wave over a servant for more and making Valorie wonder what she was doing.
    Having watched so many of the others lose control from her seat at the top, Valorie was starting to feel the pressure too. Sitting with her legs pressed tightly together she was all to aware of the wine making its way through her system, why did the queen make her and Morgana drink.
     
     
    At the centre of the table Keira was starting to feel desperate now, ordinarily she would have gone a while ago but she didn’t want to waste this. She couldn’t believe the guile of her servant, how could a common woman like Morgana think she could have a chance with prince Geoffrey. Maybe she did have the posture of a noble woman, but she was nothing more than a chamber maid. She had seen the look of disgust on his face when the other maids had lost control, and as infallible as he seemed to think Morgana was she couldn’t last forever. Sitting proudly with him fawning over her, she needed to be reminded of her place. She was a servant not a lady and she would not mess up this marriage for her or the country.
    Puffing out her cheeks she grabbed her glass of wine and tipped it back, once again emptying it and thanking her late father for giving her a tolerance to such drinks in his drunken ways. But with one final drop she could take the pressure in her bladder no more.
    Reaching under the table her hand slowly searched for what she was looking for. Valorie’s device was easy to find, it was where she had left it several courses ago. But that wasn’t the one she wanted, having found her servants her hand wandered left, towards Morgana. Her hand soon made contact with the other servants device and she slowly manoeuvred it past her legs and towards Keira’s own aching bladder. Attaching it between her legs she took a deep breath, exhaling it slowly through her nose as she sighed with relief.
    Watching in the reflection of her silverware she revelled in the look of surprise on her targets face, surprise at the immense and instant discomfort that overcame her as an unknown person relieved themselves into her without warning. Quickly Morgana had looked towards the lord, but had soon realised it wasn’t her Patron that was emptying such a large quantity of pee into her bladder. Glancing down Morgana had clearly seen the way her tube was bending, figuring out that it was indeed the queen who was emptying into her bladder, yet she could do nothing about it.
    Biting her lips together Morgana managed not to grunt out in discomfort as the queen filled her, but she couldn’t help but bend forwards as her brow furrowed. Inside her Morganas bladder was stretching considerably further than it had previously, the queen’s bladder far larger than that of his lordship. The muscles beneath her stomach were starting to throb as her heavy bladder began to push on them relentlessly. Each second that ticked by adding to the pressure she was already feeling inside herself, but she couldn’t say anything, it was the queen!
    Glancing down Keira couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of Morgana’s slender hands, she was pressing her palms heavily into the table as her fingers curled and dug themselves into the woodwork. It was clear she was nearing the end of her ability to act with her fake decorum, and Keira had plenty left inside her. Baring down on her bladder she increased the speed of her pee, causing a soft suppressed squeal to escape from Morgana.
    “Is everything ok?” Geoffrey asked, his concern for the servant only fulling the queens distain for her as she squeezed as hard as she could.
    “Uhuh yes, sorry” Morgana blushed, her hands falling to her lap as she did her best to control herself and not show too much discomfort in front of him. But a few moments later another groan escaped her as the pressure inside her peaked for a moment, causing her to lean over slightly more. Her bladder was pulsing madly inside her as the queen’s massive bladder kept forcing more and more into her tired and aching one.
    But to the queen’s dismay, she soon found herself running out. Her bladder running dry before she could crack Morgana’s control. But given the noises coming out of her, it at least meant she could look at the woman so intent on ruining her life.
    Studying her pale complexion, she could almost see the blood rushing to her cheeks as the black haired woman blushed deeply. Her nostrils flaring and small twitches at the corners of her eyes giving away the extent of the battle going on beneath the surface. She was close to cracking, Keira knew it, but annoyingly she found herself completely relieved and with little of the evening left she was not sure if she could drink enough for a repeat performance. She would need to find another way to best her foe. But then a slight shuffle from her own Chamber maid, whatever her name was, caught her attention before a smile grew on her face. She now knew what she had to do.
    “You there servant, go and get some more wine” The queen waved at a small dark haired servant as she hurriedly walked past the bottom of their table.
    “Yes your majesty” she carefully curtsyed, her thighs curiously tensing as she separated her legs.
     
    A few moments later she approached the table with a large jug of wine, the sight making the queen smile wickedly.
    “Valorie, why don’t you have some more wine.” She said, finally remembering the chamber maids name.
    “I uhhh” Valorie didn’t know how to respond, one glass wouldn’t be too bad would it?
    “No need to be so nervous, you are my servant now so why not try some more.” The queen continued, her expression far more friendly than she had seen before. In fact this might be the first time she had even used her name. But without waiting for a reply, the queen gestured for the servant to fill her glass.
    Looking up Valorie recognised the serving girl as one of those who had failed the test earlier, what was her name…Kelly?
    Kelly herself had been about to make a mad dash for the door she had seen the others come back in from after those that had passed had relieved themselves. But walking past the queens table had been a mistake, one she hoped would not be fatal to her dignity even as she felt her muscles burning between her legs.
    Pouring the wine into the glass she noticed the woman in front of her squirming in her seat, she didn’t know what was going on but it seemed she was not in need of any more to drink.
    That was a sentiment that Valorie couldn’t have agreed with more, her bladder pulsing faster at the sound of the wine hitting the glass on the table. As Kelly finished pouring the wine she looked up at the queen who gestured with her hand that she should drink. Picking up the glass she began to down the wine, the once sweet and fragrant drink tasting far more bitter this time.
    Tipping her cup back she knew from the way the queen was looking at her she was expecting her to finish it. With just a few drops remaining she lowered it from her face, her bladder already feeling fuller even though there was no way it could have been.
    As soon as the cup hit the table the queen spun her finger in a small circle to the waitress, indicating to refill her glass.
    “More?” She asked, despite already filling her cup.
    Sitting in silence Valorie knew it was a rhetorical question, she wanted her to drink it no matter what she said.
    Reaching her hand out to the refilled glass she took it and began to drink down the new wine, the cool liquid flowing down her throat uneasily and pooling in her stomach where it would surely filter into her bloated bladder by the end of the feast.
    Once again she drained her glass, placing it on the table and hoping that what ever the queen was doing was over. But to her dismay the queen motioned for it to be filled again by the waitress and quickly more wine flowed into her cup.
    Reaching out a hand she hesitated for a moment, looking up at the queen and almost pleading with her eyes for this to end before it was too late.
    “Keep drinking” the queen said, leaning towards her slightly.
    “But I…” Valorie started, but her thought of talking back just seemed to make the queen look even angrier.
    “Keep drinking, you wouldn’t want to refuse the generosity of the queen, would you?”
    Again, Valorie knew not what to say, simply picking up the glass and putting it to her lips. But she wasn’t the only one suffering, a soft whimper from Kelly going unnoticed as the two other women locked eyes.
    The sloshing liquid was playing havoc on both their bladders, the endless stream of drinks the queen was forcing Kelly to pour into the large chalice making them squirm almost equally. Valorie’s hand was now resting on her thigh as she dug her nails into it, trying to use anything, even pain to distract herself from the unending need to pee that would only get much worse once everything the queen was forcing to drink entered her bladder.
    As the fourth glass was poured Kelly was unable to focus on anything but the rushing of the wine, the purple liquid leaving the heavy jug and splashing noisily into the metal cup beneath it. The swirling liquid reminding her of the contents of her bladder that had been filled beyond her comfortable capacity in the garden, her legs moving restlessly beneath her long dress that she hoped was concealing her desperate movements.
    As the cup filled once again, she pressed herself slightly into the hard-wooden table, its edge at just the right height for her crotch. It was embarrassing, but she was too far gone to care and wetting herself next to the queen would be so much worse. Plus, she seemed preoccupied with forcing Valorie to drink her weight in wine. Looking into the chamber ladies’ eyes she could see the toll all the liquid was having on her, whatever the queen was doing was clearly working. Had her friend done something to offend the queen, was this a punishment of some sort?
    “Seems like you could do with another, isn’t that right Valorie” The queen said, indicating to the cup that had run empty barely a second early.
    Whimpering softly Valorie had no choice but to nod, her eyes looking pleadingly at the queen and then to Kelly. Surely the vase was running out, she had to have drunk almost its whole contents by now, the heavy and sickly weight now sitting in her stomach uneasily.
    Looking down there was still a third of the jug left, but even as she finished pouring another glass she knew she could not wait for the poor woman sat in front of her to finish another three glasses, even if Valorie could do it without losing control of her bladder. Kelly’s legs were beginning to tremble more and more as spasms ripped through her body, her tiring muscles burning like she had lit a fire in her underwear. Her defences weakening by the second as she stood here, feet from the most powerful person in the country. Kelly knew she had to get out of here, she had been moments from wetting herself before she had been sent for the wine.
    Letting out a small grunt and crossing one leg over the other Kelly felt the first momentary loss of control. A quick burst of wetness spreading through her undergarments, her defences had cracked and she wasn’t sure the rest of her bladders contents was far behind. Watching as Valorie finished her fifth glass she had to take a chance.
    “Im…Im afraid we are out, I can get another one if you wish.” She said unsteadily, hoping the queen would not question her or look in the jug. But thankfully it seemed she was still more interested in her own maid than in Kelly.
    “Be gone” she said, waving a hand dismissively and smiling at Valorie.
    Not needing to be told again the serving girl almost fled the stage, a series of wet droplets following her path for anyone that was looking closely enough to notice.
     
     
    As Valorie sat there, she could feel the contents of both her stomach and bladder swirling inside her. Breathing through her nose she was doing her best to fight off the nausea that was starting to set in, the quantity of wine sitting in her stomach taking its toll as the next plate of food was placed next to her.
    By the 10th course Valorie was rocking in her seat gently as the pressure inside her bladder was quickly becoming unbearable, not helped by the queen eyeing her every move. Putting her hands on her knees she moved them in slow circles, hoping to sooth the worry that was creeping in about being able to last the night. What was the queen playing at, she knew she was desperate and yet she said nothing while watching her like a hawk.
    Whimpering slightly Valorie gave in, sliding a hand between her legs and pressing against her tiring muscles. Looking up it was clear the queen was amused, another wicked smile plastered across it. Was this what she wanted?
    “Well its seems my chamber lady is at her wits end”, The queen said loudly, all eyes on the table turning to her and then staring at the desperate Valorie.  “perhaps I can find you some way of relief.” She finished raising her eyebrows, but Valorie knew it surely not that simple.
    “Morgana, you seem to be handling it well, im sure you would be able to help your queen yes. Do you want to do your duty, or are you unable?” The queen said accusingly, locking eyes with the woman she was so fiercely attacking.
    Morgana was unsure what to say, she had been minding her own business and now she was called out for not doing her duty? Looking over at Valorie it was clear that the young woman was about to wet herself, but she didn’t feel too far behind her in that matter.
    “Go on, or do you want to wet yourself” She aimed that one at Valorie.
    Standing unsteadily, Valorie felt the weight of her bladder moving inside her. The almost solid weight of pee pushing heavily on her muscles that were tiring after a day of being filled past her comfortable limits. Walking slowly, she rounded the table until she was in front of it and opposite her friend who herself was squirming in her seat.
    Looking at Morgana she could see the worry in her eyes for the first time, the confidence behind her emerald gems wavering slightly. Morgana had seen how much the queen had forced her to drink and was clearly unsure of her ability to hold the evenings worth of guests and what Valorie had been forced to consume herself.
    “Im not sure this is a good idea” Valorie said reluctantly, turning to look at the queen and hope she would reconsider
    “Are you questioning your queen! Who do you think you are! Now, connect yourself to that woman so that you may relieve yourself and so may I.” she demanded
    With no other option Valorie looked at Morgana apologetically, simply getting an uncertain nod in response.  Handing over the other end of her Catheter she started to wonder if maybe she could release just enough to take the queens load, then the queen would never have to know. But surely the queen would notice the lack of flow, maybe if she could squeeze and slow it down enough, she could…
    “What exactly is going on here Keira?” A voice shouted from behind Valorie, Lady Meredith’s sudden appearance startling many of them.
    “Mother…my chamber lady needs to relieve herself so I have asked Morgana to take her.”
    “Keira, you really think I haven’t noticed the glances, the looks, plying poor Valorie with her weight in wine and filling Morgana yourself in spite of the fact you have your own chamber maid.”
    “I….dont know…I didn’t…How do…” The queen stammered, her face flushed as she was caught in her web of lies and actions. “Why does it matter to you.”
    “Because I have already stood by while one of my family abuses her people and I will not do it again. I abdicated the throne for the good of the people as any decent queen would. I even let you entertain the idea of the chamber ladies, but this is not that my dear. These are your people and yes they are your servants but they are not your play things to do with as you wish.” She finished, a strong finger pointing accusingly at her daughter.
    “They are just servants” the queen shouted back, standing up at the table to confront her mother who was berating her.
    “And yet tonight they have shown more self-control and decorum than you, their queen.”
    “How dare you!” Keira shot back, obviously offended at the mere suggestion of what her mother was saying.
    “How dare I, you disagree then?” Her mother asked.
    “Yes!”
    “Well then, if you have such great control. Show me!” Lady Meredith said, her voice returning to a normal level yet still reverberating powerfully around the room. “If you want to prove you are better than just a servant, do their job.”
    “What!” the queen asked, appalled by the idea.
    “You think of yourself above them, show me and the room how powerful you are.”
    “Yes, I will!” The queen shouted back, doubling down on her defiance as the room fell silent once again.
    “Go on then, Valorie why don’t you go since you are the queens chamber lady it seems fitting.” Lady Meredith said, turning towards the servant as she danced desperately on the opposite side of the table to the queen who was still standing.
    “I…” Valorie stuttered, her head confused by what was going on, was she supposed to pee into the queen now?”
    “Come on then!” Keira shouted arrogantly.
    Slowly walking over to her she hooked up the device, the whole room now watching. It took Valorie a moment to calm her quivering bladder enough to let go but as she opened the flood gates her knees almost buckled beneath her as she tasted relief.
    “Oh god” she groaned breathlessly, her body sagging as pee burst forwards, rushing along the device and into the stone-faced queen. Standing tall with her arms folded across her chest, she stared defiantly at her chamber lady. Piss thundering between the two of them as the nights worth of royal pee was suddenly rewinding itself into the queen.
    As the time wore on and she continued to fill the noblewoman stood in front of her, she could see the cracks starting to appear in her Queen. Flaring nostrils, clenching hands and a slight flinch every time she blinked were breaking the queens otherwise stalwart appearance. Even as the pee entered its third minute, she remained strong, the room still silent except for Valorie’s heavy breathing. Looking down from the queens face she could see her bladder stretching out, the royals expensive dress being force outwards as her pee thundered into the bloating woman.
    By minute four it was even surprising Valorie, she would never have thought she could hold so much, her bladder was far larger than even she could have imagined.
    “Oh god!” The queen groaned, a mirror of Valorie’s earlier statement as finally even the façade of pretending to be fine shattered in an instant.
    “Please stop, I….I don’t think I can…” The queen stuttered, doubling over and reaching a hand out towards her mother, pleading with her.
    “Keep going” Lady Meredith said, but at this point it wasn’t even up to Valorie. Her muscles were far too weak to even attempt to stop, she was in this for the full duration and so was the queen.
    “HHuuHH, HHuuuHH, HHuuuHH, the queen breathed animalistically, staring at the floor as her bladder swelled past anything she had ever felt before. Her servant’s capacity easily surpassing that of her own.
    “Ahhhh” The queen cried again, her arms wrapping around her abdomen as it was pumped fuller and fuller, her face red and sweating profusely as it stretched. Groaning again and again the discomfort and pressure inside her was too much, she couldn’t bear it any longer. Overwhelmed she fell to her knees as guttural grunts began to emanate from her as she desperately clutched at her abdomen, her eyes wild and pained.
    “I cant!” she yelled, the confession echoing off the wall for all to hear.
    In a flash her hand went through her dress and pulled the tormenting device from herself as her dress started to darken instantly.
    Groaning even louder in relief it reverberated for almost 10 seconds as her bladder let loose a torrent of royal waters into her clothing. Dark streaks appearing on her silver dress as the fabric became saturated, steam rising from her wet legs as pee snaked its way down her slender calves and began to pool around her expensive shoes.
    Unable to close off the flow Valorie continued, her stream flowing out of the end of the tube but luckily it seemed no one was watching her as the queen continued to groan in the middle of the room.
    Slumping back the queen ended up sat in her own puddle, her already sodden dress shining as streams and ripples of her continuing pee ran over the silk material as it clung to her wet legs.
    “I…I…just couldn’t” She whispered into the still silent room which was witnessing queens accident. The only sounds those of the hiss of her pee shooting through her undergarments and a gentle trickling noise as if a babbling brook had formed in the middle of the room.
    “No you couldn’t” The queens mother said, looking down on her daughter as the puddle of her own making spread out all around her, as it had many of the other chamber maids she had failed to prepare for this evening.
    “You have my apologise ladies and gentlemen, but the feast is concluded. If you would like to retire to your rooms, the servants will show you to your rooms.” The queens mother announced to the dumbstruck crowd gazing upon the sullen queen wetting herself like a small child.
    But quickly the servants began to move the crowd out, only those stood around the top table remaining.
    “Keira, it was… interesting to see you again” Geoffrey said, standing above her on the step and out of her still expanding puddle.
    “Geoffrey” she said, looking pleadingly up at the tall man.
    “Now, come along sister. I think we should find you some relief” he said, sis arm linking with a tall black haired beauty whose own bladder could easily be seen bulging out of her tight dress.
    “Sis…Sister” The queen said, the realisation too much for her water logged brain to comprehend.
    “Well, Morgana’s my half half sister. I take it you didn’t ask for her name?” He continued.
    “I…but…”the queen started
    “Goodnight your majesty” He said, stepping over the mess she was still making on the floor. Bowing deeply to the queen’s mother as he gently kissed her hand. “Always a pleasure”
    “Valorie, would you be so kind as to show me the courtyard you and the others used earlier, I think I would like to use it now.” Morgana said, a sense of urgency in her voice but her poise as lady like as ever.
    “Of course, right this way.” Valorie said, not quite sure if given the revelation of her family if she was supposed to now call Morgana a Lady
    “Si…Sister” Keira said again, her head dropping as she finally finished peeing.
     
    The end!
     
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    Chapter 2: The Queens Guest
    Leaving hastily through the door they had all come through earlier Valorie followed the others, hoping they would show her to where she could relieve herself. Heaving open a large wooden door, the first woman led them out a side door to the castle and into a small courtyard that backed onto the river. Rushing out to nearby bushs or whatever cover they could find the group of desperate women began pulling and bunching up their clothes as one by one heavy streams began to fall onto the dirt beneath them.
    Sighing with relief Valorie felt the weight and stress of the last hour leave her, but looking up she blushed deeply after realising what was happening. All around here were her new colleagues, pissing freely where anyone could see them. Well all except one, as she looked around the women she was suddenly aware that Morgana had not followed them, had she found somewhere more private to relieve herself? The raven haired woman certainly seemed to know her way around a castle, while her quiet confidence indicated she was use to this sort of thing. After a few moments of blissful relief the group recollected their thoughts, moving back into the room that was to be their quarters for the time being. Entering the room they found Morgana tidying up one of the beds that she had apparently claimed as her own.
    “Hey, did you not follow us? If you need to go, I can show you where you can relieve yourself” Valorie said walking over to her and choosing the bed one along from hers. Despite not having spoken to her, she seemed like a nice person and could hopefully show her the ropes of how to behave now she was around royalty.
    “That’s kind of you but I’m ok.” The black-haired woman said calmly.
    “Really, even after all that?” Valorie asked. While she too had survived the trial, she was amazed by how un-phased her new friend was.
    “She is just showing off, I best you’re dying to go. Your fake composure can’t fool me” Came a goading remark from Laura, the same woman Caroline had talked too earlier about her idle boasting.
    Turning to look at the woman calling her out Morgana shrugged, “I mean I’m not trying to fool anyone, I admit I need to pee, but our job is to hold it while remaining composed. All I’m doing is exactly that, if you fail to do it in private how can you pretend to do it in the presence of our Patrons.” She finished, fluffing up the chicken feather pillows they had been given.
    “Yeah, well I can hold twice the number of people as any of you.” Laura said as she aggressively pointed at each of them.
    “I don’t think this is a contest” Another of the woman interrupted, clearly annoyed by the childish boasting.
    “Which is a good thing for you, whatever your name is.” Laura replied callously, her disdain for them clearly not just limited to Morgana.
    “Well, its nice to see you were too busy boasting to learn our names” the new speaker stepping forwards, her appearance slightly older than the rest of them with a body that seemed more fit for motherhood than servitude. But the extra few years of experience clearly gave her enough confidence to call out the younger womans claims, unlike Valorie or many of the others. Valorie for her part wasn’t sure what to do. She hated confrontation but at the same time she didn’t want to put herself in the middle of this by trying to mediate.
    “Yeah, like you know theirs” Laura said, waving her hand around the room as the others paused to watch the heated debate.
    “Well I am Charlotte, that’s Macey, Anna, Valorie and you seem to already have it out for Morgana.” The new blonde woman answered back.
    “Whatever” Laura said, turning quickly and ignoring the rest of them, her long blonde hair pushed over her shoulder. A quiet silence falling on the group as the argument subsided and they began to inspect their new surroundings.
    “Are you ok, you look a little nervous?” Morgana asked Valorie, noticing the young woman biting her thumb nail. It was a habit she had tried to curb, but given everything that happened today she hadn’t even noticed herself doing it.
    “I’m just a little nervous, I’ve not had to serve a noble before.” She admitted timidly, looking at something on the floor and trying to avoid the other woman's gaze. 
    “I can give you some pointers if you want?”
    “That would be great” Valorie said, the suggestion cheering her up instantly as she looked up. When she had thought about learning from her, she had expected to do it by watching what she did and copying. But this would be far better and hopefully bring her up to speed before the party tonight.
    “Mind if I join, and me!” Came another couple of voices from beside them, their desire to learn also making Valorie realise that she wasn’t the only one new to this, they were all in this together.
     
    Soon all of them except Laura were seated around a table in the kitchen, Morgana going over the basics of etiquette. Some of them knew certain aspects but they were all clearly missing a part of their education in these matters, their previous lords or ladies not requiring them to be this formal.
    “And finally, that is the second dessert spoon” She said, indicating to the spoon three to the left and above the 3rd and 4th forks. Putting it down she indicated to the glass In front of her. “Glasses will always be filled from the right, which likely means from between you and your patron. Now, the staff here are responsible for filling them and making sure no one gets an empty glass, but we can help by making sure we are not in the way. Ideally if we are good at our job we will form part of a seamless operation to make sure that no one notices us or the other servants do our job”
    “Couldn’t have said it better myself” Came a familiar voice from behind the group.
    Turning around in their seats they were all surprised to see the Queens mother
    “Lady Plover” Morgana said standing hastily and curtsying, something the others did quickly and to the humour of the woman they were now facing.
    “Please, call me Lady Meredith. The title and name of Plover now falls to my daughter the Queen. Don’t let me interrupt...but good work” She finished, nodding approvingly before walking away.
    Once out of sight the group let out a collectively held breath, sitting down they couldn’t help but laugh about it.
    “I cant say this enough but thank you so much Morgana, you don’t know how much more relaxed this has made me about the whole thing.” Valorie said earnestly.
    “Same here. I had no idea about any of this stuff” Anna said.
    “Me neither, this really was a life saver” Macey added, almost laughing at the sheer difference from what she was use too at the farmstead she had been sold from. There were some meals where she didn’t even eat with cutlery, never mind 5 sets of it.
    Smiling sweetly Morgana simply nodded, unsure of what to say. She had come from a castle run by an elderly couple that liked to pretend they were high up in the feudal order. A large part of that was getting their servants to treat them like royalty, as such they had accidentally prepared her for this new role. But at the same time, she and the other servants there hadn’t shared much in the way of emotional intimacy. Something that was putting her slightly at odds with these new women who seemed to look at her more like a friend, despite only meeting for the first time today.
    “Alright ladies, stop sitting around here and go find your patrons. The preparations for the party are about to start.” Came another familiar voice, Caroline was seemingly never too far away. “But put all this back where you found it first”.
     
    Walking back through the castle the group had separated, going to find those that they would be serving in the afternoon. But thankfully for Valorie Morgana was still with her, assigned to the queen and queens guests meant she at least had one friend with her.
    Stopping at the large wooden doors to the queens room they knocked, only entering after the queen had said too. The ornate room was immaculately clean, two maids currently finishing up. The linen on the bed the whitest Valorie had ever seen and invitingly soft looking. Standing a few feet from the queen who was currently having her long platinum blonde hair brushed by a servant as they both curtsied before her.
    “And who might you both be?” The queen asked, peering suspiciously at them. The faintest of crows feet the only betraying signs of an ageing face, her youthful skin protected from the years of hard work most women had faced in recent times.
    “I am Valorie your grace, your new chamber lady.” She said curtsying again.
    “Morgana your Grace, I will be serving as chamber lady to your guest”
    “Mmm yes now I remember. Very well, but you cant represent me looking like that. Isabelle!” the queen cried loudly, summoning a short woman who ran in from the other room.
    “Yes your grace” She said curtsying a little awkwardly as she crossed the boundaries of the two rooms.
    “Find these ladies something more suitable to wear for tonight. They will be accompanying me and as such need to stop looking so much like peasants”
    “Yes your grace” Isabelle replied nodding her head for the two of them to follow. Valorie took a step away before remembering one of the many things Morgana had said, hastily turning and curtsying yet again next to her friend who was doing the same.
    Led through a set of double doors still inside the many rooms that the Queen had as her private wing, the three of emerged into the biggest dressing room that any of them had seen. All around them were manikins and shelves filled with ornate clothing and accessories. Although even in this room it seemed a number of items were missing, probably the ones that may have been sold to further bring in money for the kingdom.
    “Right then, please strip and stand up straight. I will find something to fit you both.” Isabel said, looking them over and trying to guess their measurements.
    Moments later the doors flew open and a gaggle of other servants entered. Each carrying something with them, from hair brushes to corsets and some things she had no idea what they were for. Surrounding the pair they began pulling, preening and pushing them around in a blur of activity that was making Valorie dizzy. But once they were done they quickly disappeared out of the same door, leaving the two of them bemused.
    Looking at each other they couldn’t argue about the results though, the already beautiful Morgana looking more like a noble than ever. Her long black hair braided with a green ribbon tied through it to match her eyes and  her flowing silk dress. Valorie for her part could barely recognise the woman in the mirror, the signs of the woman she was before hidden behind a facade of face powders and clothes she would never have been able to afford. If it hadn’t been for the slit up her thigh on the violet dress, she would have questioned how they would possibly do their job tonight. But it seemed that the people in charge had apparently thought of everything.
    “ok lets go” Isabell said, indicating back to the queens quarters.
     
    Standing awkwardly in the centre of the room, the queen approached them both, walking around them as if inspecting a cut of meat. Umming and arrring, occasionally pinching a bit of the fabric or moving an errant wisp of hair.
    “Yes this will do, thank you Isabel." she said dismissing the servant with a wave of her hand. "Now Valorie, I must use you before the guests arrive.”
    A little taken aback by the suddenness of it, she felt the end of the queen’s device pushed into her hand. Bunching up her new dress she inserted it inside herself.
    “You will have to be more discrete than that in the party” The queen said frowning slightly at her, before parting the dress she was wearing and inserting it subtly with one hand. If someone hadn’t been watching closely it would have been hard to tell anything was happening.
    “Sorry your majesty” Valorie said bowing slightly before straightening up as she felt the Queens pee start to enter her. The warm filling sensation from earlier coming back as her bladder started to stretch again. After a few moments she was Thankful she had emptied out earlier because the Queen could apparently hold quite a lot even though she didnt seem desperate. Her majesty ironing out a crease in the dress she would wear tonight that was sitting on a manakin of her likeness, all the while her urine pumped between her emptying bladder and Valorie’s filling one. After around 40 seconds she finished, breathing a sigh of relief and detaching herself from her chamber maid and handed her the other end of the device.
    Valorie could definitely feel the large quantity of pee now sitting inside her, it was far more than any one of the servants she had taken in previously. It made her wonder quite how long had the queen been holding it. If she could manage this maybe her job tonight would actually be easy, but the advice of Caroline went through her mind again.
    “If you will excuse me for a moment your grace” She said, planning to give herself as much of a chance of being comfortable tonight as possible.
    “No no, the guests will arrive soon there is no time for that. You must both accompany me to the entrance so that we may greet them once they arrive.” The queen replied dismissively. A pair of new servants pulling on her dress for her as the queen studied her reflection in the mirror. Apparently satisfied with how she looked she turned to them both. “Come on then” and with that she turned sharply, the doors In front of her opening before she reached them.
     
    The gardens were as impressive as the castle, the perfectly cut hedges and topiaries turning the acres of green space into somewhat of a maze. Standing at the entrance they were soon joined by Queens mother and the other chamber ladies, most of whom had been dressed up in fancy clothing and were nervously waiting for their patrons to arrive. Only Morgana and Laura seemed to be unaffected by the situation, their confidence inspiring but not quite rubbing off on many of the others.
    Soon the first cart pulled up, its impressive carriage pulled by two giants of horses, their breaths visible in the cool afternoon air. 
    “Lord and Lady Wellington with their daughter Miss Sandra Wellington.” A man announced as the doors of the carriage were opened by the smartly dressed driver who bowed as they stepped out. A rather portly gentleman with a large bushy moustache was first to emerge, his eyes slightly wide and scanning around with an air of suspicion.  Holding out his arm his wife quickly took it, a slim tall woman with wiry red hair.
    “Ah Lady Plover!” he announced loudly, his deep booming voice surprisingly cheerful for his appearance.
    “Lord and Lady Wellington, always a pleasure” the Queen said holding out a hand which the lord placed in between his hands as he bowed slightly to her.
    “May I introduce my daughter Sandra” he said turning as an almost mirror image of his wife came up behind him, her much more striking red hair barely wrangled into a tight bow. Curtsying with some grace the young woman seemed to be avoiding eye contact with the queen. Given that her farther had just introduce her, was this the first time she had seen the queen, an understandable reason to be nervous Valorie thought to herself.
    “Now im afraid to make our welcome so crude, but after a long day of travelling I would ask you for use of a privy my Queen” The lord said blushing slightly.
    “Certainly, we have arranged a chamber lady for you and your wife’s use”
    “A chamber lady” He said hesitantly.
    “Yes, we have done away with the antiquated chamber pots of old and now have trained servants to help carry the weight of our consumption.” The queen announced proudly, skipping over the part about needing to sell them to pay for the war they had just lost.
    “I had heard of these” Lady wellington said excitedly, elbowing her husband gently.
    “Laura, these are your charges if you would like to relive them” Caroline said, having joined them at the entrance to oversee the roles she had set out earlier.
    “Your lord and ladyship” the buxom blonde said, curtsying as she stepped out of line and then handing over the end of her device. “If you would like to make use of me, I am at your service.”
    “Splendid” His lordship said, grabbing the end and beginning to rummage around in his clothing for a moment. His wife and daughter beginning to visibly fidget beside him, their own needs having to wait a little longer.
    “How do you use this blooming thing” he announced, his frustration apparent at being unable to relieve himself.
    “I can aid you if you would like me too?” Laura said, uncharacteristically calm and kindly.
    “Yes, servant help me with this thing.” He said, almost throwing the other end of the device back at her in annoyance with it. Catching it Laura carefully slid her hands under the lords clothing to help attach it as she had been shown. It was a little different given she had only practices with other women but the process was more or less the same.
    “Don’t get any ideas” his wife said half-jokingly to her husband, but the look she gave Laura was anything but humorous. After a few seconds the pair were attached and as Laura stepped away she heard him sigh heavily, a warm stream starting to flow between their bladders.
    “Oh yes” He said, his posture sinking slightly as he enjoyed his bladders release. “Much more dignified than squatting over the floor like an animal don’t you think” he asked, turning to see his red faced wife and squirming daughter.
    “What is the matter with you two?” He said in a raised tone.
    “I require the use of the chamber maid too” His wife said, curtsying for some reason as if she had said something offensive or rude in the presence of the Queen who was still stood watching the spectacle unfold.  “I…I do too!” His daughter said quietly “But I don’t know if I can…go with a crowd”.
    “if your grace would allow it, perhaps I can help the young lady somewhere more private?” Morgana suggested. Her own Patron not having arrived yet she couldn’t help but feel sorry for the young girl. It was clear her need to pee was substantial, but in the presence of the queen she could do nothing about it without risking bringing humiliation to her family. How she was sure the girl would have been squirming and dancing around the gardens if were not for their presence.
    “Ok, but be quick about it” The queen said, the young girl taking Morgana's hand and being led away from the group and to some relative cover.
    Taking small steps they made their way between a group of tall shrubberies untill the young girl suddenly doubled over. “Please, I cant hold it. Im sorry, I should have listened to them and gone before we set off, but I didn’t need to go then and now I have been holding it all day and I…..
    “Its ok” Morgana said softly, smiling at the young girl who had pushed herself so far for her family.
    “Please, take this” she continued, handing the whimpering girl the end of her device. Hastily she attached it to herself and groaned loudly as a heavily pressurised stream burst from her, the speed taking Morgana slightly by surprise and after 20 seconds she was beginning to see why the young girl had been so uncomfortable.
    A large bladder seemed to be a family trait, the lord now switching place with his desperate wife after filling Laura with a considerable volume. But it was nothing she couldn’t handle, her iron bladder had never been bested before and she wasn’t about to let it be now. But in spite of her confident demeanour, as her bladder continued to stretch from its previously empty state she couldn't help but wince slightly as her muscles started to cramp inside her. The suddenness and volume of the intake bloating her bladder uncomfortably quickly. Focusing on the feeling for a moment Laura had forgotten where she was, her mind unfocused as she felt the sensations going on her bladder escalate. But a sudden trumpet blast startled her slightly and looking over she could see a group of horses approaching.
    Watching the Queen closely Valorie hadn’t see her act like this before, she was clearly nervous to meet whom ever it was riding towards them. Her immaculate posture becoming more emphasised as she straightened her back even more and began adjusting her hair constantly. Was this her guest, even if it was, why could she be so nervous.
    “Lord Geoffrey Munster, Prince of the Western Isles.” The same guard announced as the slow clopping of a dozen or more horses approached them.
    Stopping in front of them a tall muscular man jumped from his horse, his bushy beard and long hair jostling slightly as he adjusted himself after what must have been a long ride. Looking up he spotted the Queen at which point his own demeanour changed instantly.
    “Your grace!” he said bowing deeply. “My apologise, I was not expecting to be met by you at the gates.”
    “Prince Geoffrey” she responded, curtsying deeply. Clearly this was no ordinary meeting or guest. “Please call me Keira”  
    “As you wish my lady, may I say word of your beauty fails to do you justice” he said, bowing again and kissing her hand, a faint redness appearing in the queen’s cheeks.
    “And who pray tell is this beguiling beauty, a sister perhaps?” He said, looking over her shoulder and towards Valorie who suddenly felt herself at a loss for words.
    But a moment later it became clear she was not the focus of his attention but the returning Morgana. Her elegant frame walking passed her and taking her place next to the queen as the young lady she was helping returned to her parents who were still using Laura to relieve themselves. The Blonde chamber lady clearly feeling the weight of the contents of the two bladders but putting on a strong face.
    “I…..” Morgana started before the lord gently cupped her hand, kneeling on one leg he kissed her hand too.
    “She is just a servant” The queen said hastily, flustered by her guest’s apparent fondness for her.
    “Surely not just a servant” He said, still holding onto her hand as she stood slightly awkwardly, caught between being courteous to the guest and not annoying her Queen.
    “She is your chamber lady for today and for the length of your stay here.”
    “A chamber lady you say, so it seems their services had reached even this far then. Perhaps I should tell my parents of their services if all goes well tonight” he said, finally releasing Morgana's hand, but still staring into her green eyes.
     “Ahem” the queen clearly her throat softly, “would you like to join me in the gardens for a walk?”
    “That sounds lovely” He smiled charmingly at the queen who seemed to relax a little.
    “Although, after such a long ride would you excuse me while I relieved myself for a moment.”
    “Of course” she replied, now back to forcing another smile.
    “If you would accompany me somewhere more private miss, I would not dishonour your majesty by performing such needs in front of her” he said, causing the Wellingtons to glower at him. Themselves having only just finished up with Laura.
    Getting a reluctant nod from the queen, Morgana was led back to the same corner she had visited with the young woman previously and out of sight of the others.
     
     
    “Well, he hasn’t changed a bit since you were little.” The queens mother said slightly condescendingly.
    “Mother”
    “What, even as a young one he was always a bit of a ladies man. I remember even you seemed to have a thing for him.”
    “Mother!” The queen repeated, this time tearing her eyes away from the bushes he and Morgana had disappeared around moments before to look at her. She was currently stood with a couple of her elderly friends smiling somewhat at her expense. All of them old enough to remember their children including her running around these same gardens with a number of the other princes and princesses of other countries.
    “Why don’t you and your friends go and find something to do, maybe use your own chamber maid and stop embarrassing me”
    “Kiera, once you are a mother you will understand the fondness we have for such memories, and do you think so little of us that you expect us to use your chamber ladies? We have never and will not stoop to such unbecoming levels as to use servants in such a way.” Her sentence mixed with pride and disdain, but it was clear it was not for the servants but those that would use them.
    Valorie couldn’t help but think back to Caroline’s speech earlier, the two women clearly having such drastically different options of the service that she now provided. But would the ageing woman be able to hold it through the entire day, and what would she do afterwards. Surely the queens mother and her friends would need to relieve themselves at some point.
    “Sorry about that” Geoffrey said loudly as the emerged from the hedges still adjusting his trousers slightly.
    “Now I believe you mentioned a walk through your fine garden?” He added cheerfully, holding out his arm for her to take.
    “Of course, would you like something to drink?” Kiera asked, sliding her arm through his and enjoying the closeness of his body to hers.
    “I would love some wine If it is no trouble” He said, as they set off into the rest of the estate.
    “Morgana, why don’t you go and get us something to drink. There are tables in the centre of the grounds, im sure you wont have any problem finding them right?” The queen casually suggested.
    “Yes your grace” Morgana said, curtsying and walking off in the search of some wine for the queen and her guest
    Walking behind the queen and her new friend, Valorie was putting two and two together. It wasn’t their jobs to fetch things for the queen or her guests, so it wasn’t hard to figure out the queens other motive of sending her friend away for tasks that were not hers. Despite their positions she clearly saw Morgana as competition for the favour of this man, getting rid of her was just a plot to let the two of them spend more time together. Something that became more apparent over the next couple of hours as the group of them walked around the gardens, Valorie walking around quietly and largely ignored while the queen seemed to send Morgana away at any and all opportunities. However, this to her worry meant a lot of trips to supply them with wine or Ale and that was something both of them were starting to notice.
     
    By this point the grounds were full of guests and servants, from time to time they would spot another of their friends accompanying their patrons. Sometimes they would even catch a glimpse of them being hurridly connected to each other as the large amounts of wine took their toll on everyone in attendance, the queens group included.
    “I am sorry Keira, but Im afraid I have drunk too much and must make use of your servant once again.” Geoffrey announced, but far from looking apologetic it was easy to tell he was excited. His eyes already looking over Morgana, even before they were out of sight. Leading the servant away by her hand he almost pulled the tall woman along as she looked back at the pair of them, Valorie now alone with the queen for the first time. Was she supposed to make small talk? or just remain silent?
    “Why don’t you go and refill our wine” The queen said, indicating the half empty vase of wine that Morgana just had enough time to set aside.
    “Yes your majesty” Valorie said, happy to be given something to do as she walked off to find the tables they had passed a few minutes ago.
    Quickly backtracking she found the tables easily. Walking over to the one with similar jugs she went to grab a full one, only to find the ones on these tables were empty. Peering into a couple of them they were clearly drained of their contents, had the guests really gone through so much wine?
    “Look who it is, where is Morgana then?” came a snide remark from Laura as she placed another empty jug on the table.
    “She is with the queen and her lord.” Valorie replied, looking around for where she could get the wine for the queen.
    “Who does she think she is anyway” Laura continued, ignoring her answer. “Walking around like she is better than us, well she will see who had the real iron bladder, even if I have to force the wine on my patrons to fill me up, I’ll show her.”
    “Do you know where……” Valorie started, becoming a bit nervous about how long she was taking.
    “And you, how come someone as plain and small bladdered as you got the queen. That should have been my job!” Laura said condescendingly, peering down her nose at her.
    “Oh leave her alone, Caroline chose our roles not us” Anna said, she too returning a now empty pitcher of ale to the table. “But they sure can go through this stuff though”
    “Yeah, and I’ll hold it all even if I have to do all your jobs for you.” Laura said confidently. “But my patrons require more to drink so if you will excuse me.” Walking off she seemingly disappeared and while Valorie was worrying about how long she was taking, she didn’t really want to end up at the table with Laura at the same time.
    “Whats wrong with that one” Anna said, her legs pressing together slightly.
    “Are you ok?”
    “Yeah, just need to pee. My lords have been going through this stuff so quickly and are passing it on to me just as fast” she said, a hand resting on her slightly bloated stomach.
    “The queen is too, I think she is just sending us out to get things so she can be alone with her guest.” Valorie said, becoming slightly worried she had said too much.
    “At least the queen isn’t trying to undress you. The amount of hands I have had to swat away so far tonight is starting to worry me. Im sure the Ale wont help with that either.”
    “Maybe they will get too drunk to be able to stand soon, so you wont have anything to worry about then” Valorie joked, happy to see a smile appear on Anna’s face. The short Brunette clearly agreeing and hoping it would happen sooner rather than later.
    Accompanying each other to the new drinks table after giving Laura a few moments head start they each grabbed a large vase of wine and went their separate ways.
     
    Arriving back at the queen who hadn’t moved far she was surprised to see that Morgana and her lord had not returned.
    “Oh good, I was beginning to think I had been abandoned by my servants.” The queen said sarcastically.
    “Sorry your grace” she apologised.
    “Now that you are here, I need to relieve myself.”
    “Yes your grace” Valorie said, handing over the end of the device to the queen who swiftly attached it and let out a steady 30 second stream. It wasn’t as much as she had pumped into Valorie earlier in the day, but it was still enough to make a noticeable difference inside her. The pressure multiplying quickly as the new weight of liquid settled inside her. pressing her legs together Valorie waited for her body to adapt to its new fullness.
    “Keira, I thought you had more decency than to use your servants like this.” The queens mother said, rounding the corner unknown to both of them.
    “It is their duty, its why we have them” she said, detaching herself and standing up straight again.
    “That may be true but it is only because those are the duties we give them....why don’t we take a walk” her mother said, putting her arm through her daughters.
    “Yes mother” Kiera said, the pair of them walking off.
    Following behind them Valorie was becoming aware of the short and purposeful strides the queens mother was making. Was she too struggling with a full bladder, but refusing to take release on principle even if it left her uncomfortable? Walk around behind them for some time they were soon re-joined by the queens guest and Morgana who received a much more disdainful look from her, despite the lords suggestion they could find nowhere private enough to let him use her.
    His explanation temporarily interrupted by a loud cry that could be he heard from a group of men, several of them crashing their goblets together. The end of their apparently entertaining story ending in a round of laughter and applause.
    “You there chamber maid, I require your attention” the story teller shouted as ale swished out of his full goblet. 
    "Yeah and then I do and I think Rob and hell I think we could all do with a private session with you" Another joked boisterously. 
    “Yes my lord” Charlotte replied, pulling out her device for him to use. She had so far gone unused and was rather hoping the group she served would become to drunk to notice and simply relieve themselves outside. But it seemed she would have no such luck this evening, a fact she was cursing alongside the fact so many of the other women had failed the test earlier. With only 6 passing, it seemed she was supposed to be doing the jobs to two women given the size of her group.
    Unlike many of the other patrons of the chamber ladies, it also seemed that none of Charlotte's group had an issue of using her in the sight of the others. One by one the group of young men attached themselves to her, letting out steady streams for several minutes as her bladder expanded in front of them. As the last man started draining himself Charlotte couldn’t help but grunt loudly, causing a cheer to erupt between the others as she clutched her now heavily distended abdomen. The short blonde haired woman’s body filling to levels that even she was not use too. She had been a chamber lady before, but nothing like this.
    Breathing heavily Charlotte somehow survived the ordeal, her abdomen heavily bloated with the drunken bladders of the men and aching terribly. Her muscles were being stretched to their limits, but she had held. Although as the darts of pain started to shoot across her body she knew she couldn’t manage like this for long, fireworks of pain radiating out from her bladder as those around her cheered at its discomfort.
    “Please," She stammered again. She had started to protest after the fourth man, but it had fallen on deaf ears as the next man had instantly attached himself.
    "If you will excuse me sir’s I need to make myself comfortable so I may continue to serve you.” She said, trying to phrase it in a way that they may not fully understand what she meant.
    “I thought you were to serve us all night?” One of them asked, his head cocked to the side.
    “I am at your service for all of tonight, but im afraid I can not take much more. So if you would like to use my services later im afraid I must take a moment” She replied, stifling a groan as pulses started racing through her body. Her bladder contracting rapidly inside her abdomen more and more as the seconds passed and her body began to comprehend its actual fullness. The speed of her bladders inflation apparently causing her discomfort to lag slightly and only know was her brain catching up.
    “well, I’ll consider it, if you go and get us another jug of ale. it would appear we are out”
    But even as he was saying this she could hear the men boasting beside her. It seemed to her horror that they were treating it like a game, trying to see who could be the one to break her iron control.
    “Please sir, im desperate” she almost begged while now bobbing on the spot, admitting her need in plain language for the first time. She watched the lord sigh deeply, his eyes softening slightly.
    “Ok fine, but be quick and remember to bring us back two ale jugs. I cant say the others will be as generous so make the most of it.” he finished dismissively as he sat down with the others.
    “Thank you sir” she said curtsying before standing rapidly, the separation of her legs almost causing her to lose it instantly.
     
    Rushing through the garden Charlotte almost held her breath for fear that any relaxing would spell disaster for her aching muscles. Their rapid expansion from empty to beyond full in just minutes not giving her body any time to adapt or build strength in the muscles she needed right now. Picking up speed she cradled her distended bladder with both hands, her muscles threatening to breakdown at any moment.
    Looking up she spotted Anna ahead of her, her hands full of yet another empty jug.
    “Hey Charlotte, are you ok”
    “NNN, NuuNN” She uttered, not stopping movement as she shook her head violently. The look of concern on her friends face easy to see as she passed in a blur in search of relief.
    Rounding the next corner, her feet moving feverishly until she was forced to stop as a pair of elderly looking lords blocked her path. One of them currently emptying himself into Macey, the look of discomfort on her friends face causing Charlotte to double over as she watched her bladder swell before her eyes. The sight making her own throb deeply in sympathy to her friends plight, quickly skirting around them to resume her hurried rush through the gardens.
    Looking ahead she was almost there, she was just moments from relief!
    Pushing open the large wooden door to the servants entrance of the kitchen was almost too much for her, but she was too close to let go of her control now. Hurrying through the kitchen she felt it, the first wavering of her muscles that told her she was nearing a catastrophic and humiliating end. Racing between the tows of ovens and equipment her foot stepped in something sticky, her lace-less shoe pulled from her foot by something resembling uncooked dough. But Charlotte knew she had no time to spare, she had to leave it. Continuing with one bare foot she somewhat shambled down the corridor holding her bladder muscles together with her hands, finally she could see the exterior door they had all used earlier. Slamming it open she hiked up the pretty blue dress she had been given for this event and no sooner as it had moved past her waist her bladder burst. A hot stream of urine spraying out of her as she groaned in relief, her head becoming light as she felt the most amazing sensation. Her tense body sagging a little as she finally fell into a crouched position, a few rivulets running down her bare legs, but thankfully the dress had been saved and so had her bladder.
    “Alright love, looks like you needed that” came a voice behind her.
    Turning her head slightly she was mortified to see a group of three male guards relieving themselves in the same small courtyard, each and every one of them able to see up her bunched up dress. Blushing madly she turned away from them, the stream coming out of her arching as she twisted but not slowing for one moment.
    Despite the humiliation of the guards seeing her, Charlotte couldn’t help but feel relieved. She would really have to ask the men to space themselves out next time, or risk a repeat performance or worse.
     
     
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    Once again, thank you for reading.
    Still a lot of backstory / build up, but I hope people are still enjoying it. 
    But as the guests continue to drink their weight in wine, things might be about to get a little uncomfortable for our chamber ladies.
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    Markj9494 got a reaction from Tentacool in A Golden Decree   
    A Golden Decree 
    This story was a commission from Foxlover and is set in the same setting (different country) as his Order of the Chamber ladies RP which can be found here: 
     
    It is well worth a read, but not necessary to hopefully enjoy this story.
     
     
    Walking up the muddy path Valorie could feel a light rain starting to fall, its gentle caress landing softly on her pale skin. Looking up at the dark clouds it seemed as if they had been filling the skies for weeks at this point, their drab colour matching the run-down streets she was making her way through. Hard times had fallen on the kingdom Odera, the king Pochard having taken them to war with the surrounding kingdoms three years ago. Despite the wealth of the region, it was a war that everyone knew they could not win.
    First went the trade, then the men who left to fight in a futile war until finally it was the king himself how left, dying of natural causes or at least that was the official cause. But now he was gone, the war had swiftly ended without the vanity of a petulant man to force it to continue. The peace accords had taken place over the last few months, the deliberating nations deciding that despite the war Odera should be allowed to continue as a free nation. An uneasy peace between some of the other countries after political or tactical blunders, a peace that was threatening to be shattered if any of the other kings were to stake a claim to their large land.
    When she was young Valorie had been told stories by her farther about how Odera was a proud intermediary for many historical peace talks, their country situated at an impasse where most of the other countries shared very little of their borders with each other. Centuries ago it had meant that Odera had been the most wealthy and renowned country, a mix of all cultures, people and trade. If you wanted something you knew you could find it in Griel, the capital and once crowning jewel of the empire. But now it was a totally different story, a mad king and unwinnable war turning even the once opulent streets dingy and covered in a thick layer of grime and oppression. Stepping behind a crumbing stone wall she watched a large wagon pass her and head towards the queens castle in front of her.
     
    The decree had come around early this morning, the queens guard noisily hammering the notice onto the board of her lady’s house. Apparently, the other nations had asked for war reparations as a payment for the loss of their men and destruction of land during the war. Payments the crown could no longer afford due to a lack of trade and a war that lasted three long years, it was no surprise the coffers were empty. As such, it seemed the onus had fallen on the people including her lord and lady.
    The package she was currently holding was easily worth more than she had ever seen or would see in her life. A solid gold chamber pot, something that had become a standard through the nation, at least for its higher ups. The old pewter or cast-iron pots melted down long ago and turned into weapons for the war, leaving the poor to go outside and the rich to fashion new ones using the one thing they had at the time, Gold. But now that gold was in demand, even these were being taken away by the Queen as she hoped to tax the lands gold to repay the other countries quickly.
    Crossing over the small bridge that connected the castle to the town she avoided making eye contact with the guards she passed. Most of them either angry, tormented after the war or so un-trusted during it, they had been left behind rather than taken as part of the army. Stepping carefully up the cobbled path she saw the wagon that had passed her earlier, currently unloading a number of servant women. The man seemingly setting up a stall and small podium, were they selling them off? She had heard of lords who couldn’t make the payment selling their charges and even children to avoid the accusations of treason that went along with the failure to pay.
    Stepping into the servant’s entrance of the castle Valorie made her way up to the main hall, directed by a number of other guards or servants. A line of other maids and servants currently handing over similarly flashy chamber pots, the crown seemingly collecting them from all over their land. Waiting patiently in line she finally made it to the front, greeted by a old man and a large leather book.
    “Name” he said harshly.
    “Lady Emily Saunders of Conningham” She announced the name of her employer with pride, she had served her for years and it had been an honour to be trusted with this task.
    “Right” He said taking a note of her name in the book and scribbling something else.
    “I also have a note from her she said to give to you.” Valorie said, handing over the sealed letter.
    Looking up for the first time the man squinted slightly at her, reaching out a rake of a hand and carefully taking the note. Sliding his finger through the seal he began to read for a few moments, nodding and then looking at her for a few seconds.
    “Guards, take her to the auction” The man said, the letter flapping in his hand as two large men came towards them.
    “Wait, there has to be a mistake!” Valorie cried, how could her lady do this to her. She had never done anything to dishonour her, why would she do this too her.
    “No mistake, Next!” He said unemotionally as she was led away.
    What could have happened, why had she given her up? Valorie had been surprised to be the one to receive this order, with many of the older servants far more trusted than her. Yet she had been the one to carry her life’s worth of gold to the castle, but the sullen looks from her friends suddenly making sense. They must have known she wasn’t coming back. 
    Leaving through the front gate the sounds of the auction met her ears.
    “14 gold!” a cry came through the crowd.
    “ 14 gold and 3 silver!” another voice beat the previous offer.
    “Any more for any more?” The auctioneer asked as Valorie was swiftly pushed into line with the others.
    “Sold” The Auctioneer said as the tall brunette on stage was replaced by a slightly older woman, her long blonde hair now containing the occasional wisp of grey. Despite this, her  face didn’t show the same signs of time that her hair did, making it difficult to tell her true age.
    “Shall we start with 8 Gold, good seamstress and chamber lady”
    “Aye, we need one of those. 8 Gold” A man shouted from the crowd and with no opposition she was quickly sold.
    Three more women went up one after another, fetching anything from 5 to 15 gold depending on skills and age. Valorie was starting to wonder about how much she was worth, what would happen if no one wanted her. Would she be able to return home or would she end up being dragged around the country until someone paid the minimum price for her.
    “Up next we have…”
    “40 Gold!” a man shouted before the auctioneer could finish, a hushed tone filling the crowed as they turned to look at the rich man.
    But looking up at the stage Valorie couldn’t blame him, the woman standing there was truly breath-taking. Her supple porcelain skin completely unblemished by time as she stood there with poise more akin to the lady of a manor than a servant. Her emerald eyes piercing yes kind, the vivid colour making even her drab brown clothing somehow look more affluent than they would have been on any one else.
    “As you say sir, 40 gold” The Auctioneer said, bowing slightly to the nobleman and not waiting for anyone to challenge him.
     
    “Next up we have…”
    Valorie felt her arm being pulled as she was man handled towards the stage, stumbling slightly she was suddenly in front of the small audience. The members of it looking her over, judging her, trying to discern her worth.
    “What skills do you have” The man whispered to her.
    “I…I don’t know, im just a serving girl” she whimpered, a tear rolling down her face as she realised must have been exactly why she had been thrown out, she had no skills and soon she would have no home or friends.
    The crowd remained silent, a few of them rubbing their chins as if they were thinking about it but not a single bid came in.
    “Come on ladies and Gentlemen, she is young and fit. Who will give me 5 Gold?” The auctioneer asked again.
    Still more silence, did no one want her.
    “4 Gold then?” The seller lowered the price.
    “I’ll take her for 3 gold, a middle-aged woman held up her hand”
    Finally a bid! Valorie didn’t want to be sold, but at least it was better than the thought that no one wanted her, even as a servant.
    “Sold” The man said, clapping his hands together and not waiting for any other bids, or maybe for her to reevaluate the price.
    Walking off the stage she was still in a little bit of a daze, the last 15 minutes a blur to her as she joined the group that had been successfully sold.
     
     
    A few minutes later Valorie along with a group of around 12 others were ushered back into the castle, having seemingly being bought by nobles that resided within it. A small comfort that at at least she wouldn’t get taken away to some far away land for a noble she didn’t know. Even though she hadn’t been in the castle often she at least knew the town, the traders and many of the other servants she would be working with.
    Taken through the castle hallways they were led down a set of stone stairs into the basement, approaching a large wooden door they could hear raised voices on the other side of it.
    “This is absurd, how can this be the only option”
    “Im sorry M’Lady, it’s the Queens orders. Chamber ladies are becoming more common across the lands, its almost acceptable for most places to have one or two."
    “Acceptable! I can assure you it is not acceptable for nobility to release themselves into a servant, or at least it is not in this castle!” The voice responded, getting louder as the conversation heated up.
    “Im sorry M’Lady I meant nothing by it, buts like I said... it's the Queens orders.”
    “Well, im going to have to go and speak to my daughter then!”
    As the guard escorting them opened the door it revealed a tall room, possibly a store room of some kind that had been converted into what looked a like a dorm room. A number of beds crammed along the walls of the room, an old table in the centre and surrounded by mismatched chairs. 
    Stood next to the table were a pair of women of whom the voices belonged, one that Valorie recognised instantly as the Queen mother. She had been married to the king that had started the war, but after one too many protests had been confined to the caste, or at least those were the rumours that she had overheard spoken in hushed tones. Despite being next in line she had abdicated the throne to her daughter, the only child she had managed to conceive with her far more elderly husband.
    “You must be the new servants, line up over there please” The queens mother said, her voice far more calm and poised now.
    Moving over Valorie was surprised to find herself stood next to the Black haired beauty from before, why would a noble spend 40 Gold on a woman like her only to put her with the rest of them. Walking to the front of the line the Queens mother gave the first girl the once over, a short blonde woman who seemed as nervous as he felt.
    “Name and previous role” The queens mother ordered, making the blonde servant stand to attention.
    “Charlotte…um servant…”
    Nodding the Queen went to the next in line, another blonde but much bulkier. Her arms and legs clearly strong for years of hard work.
    “Name and role”
    “Rebecca, farm hand.” An answer that apparently surprised a few of those in the room. A few years ago having a woman as a farm hand would have been unheard of, but with the men out to fight many had picked up jobs otherwise reserved for them. Thinking for a moment, the Queens mother nodded to herself, raising a finger as if she had gotten an idea. “Stables” she said, pointing to the woman and then to a guard in the corner who walked over and took her presumably to the stables.
    Next in line was the tall black-haired woman next to Valorie. Even the Queens mother seemed to do a double take, a slight frown on her face as she too wondered why she was here.
    “Name and role”
    “Morgana, servant your grace” she said, gracefully curtsying.
    “Seems one of you has some understanding of proper etiquette” The Queens mother said, a slight smile on her face.
    “Next” she said, now standing imposingly In front of Valorie who couldn't help but swallow deeply.
    “Valorie, servant your grace” she said, awkwardly curtsying and doing her best not to fall over. Her attempt getting a smile and a shake of a head from the woman in front of her.
    “Well at least you learn quickly.”
     
    Soon the line had been inspected, with two sent to the kitchens and the slightly older seamstress from before sent to the tailors. That left just 9 of them stood there, the women in front of them discussing something in hushed tones.
    “Ok ladies, I will leave you in the capable hands on Caroline, a trusted advisory.” The queen mother said, turning and leaving the room escorted by a couple of heavily armed guards.
    “Alright then, im Caroline and I am the head of your servants quarters” Said the middle aged brunette talking to them all. Her slightly larger frame far curvier than most of them in line, but the few extra pounds from the occasional castle feast only increasing her womanly charm and giving her a motherly figure.
    “Now then, given the current circumstances you have all been selected as Chamber ladies. At least for the time being, it is possible your roles will change in time as other…options…become available to the nobles.”
    “Im sorry M’am what is a chamber lady?”, one of the women asked to Valorie’s right. It was something she had been wondering, it was not a service she had heard about before but many of those in the auction had said they were one. Maybe it was something only the highest of nobles had around them?
    “I can understand that, these are new times and this is a new role for us here. However, Chamber ladies have a proud tradition in other countries and even cities in our own nation. As for what we do, we offer relief to the nobles as and when they need it. Due to the current shortage of chamber pots we are currently experiencing, this is the new method that has been chosen to maintain the poise and dignity of noble folk.” Caroline finished, walking over to the nearest bed and picking up a strange tube.
    “It is your duty to learn how to use one of these and to aid the nobles in its use. That should be no problem for any of you as it  is quite simple, you insert one end into yourself and the noble inserts it into themselves." Reaching under her clothes it seemed she was demonstrating the strange procedure to them, even though they couldn't see what she was doing. " At which point it allows the transfer of fluids from one persons bladder to the others bladder. In this way it relieves the noble without them having to expose themselves outside where anyone could see them.”
    A few nervous glances went around the group, although much to Valorie’s surprise it seemed that many of the group were expecting this, maybe it wasn’t as strange as she thought it was.
    "Ordinarily we would allow you time to train yourselves to hold longer, but the sudden end to the war and the Queens decree have meant we do not have that luxury. To make matters worse there is a banquet in the castle tonight and you will all be in service throughout the event. As a starter I would recommend you empty yourselves fully before hand and limit drinks throughout."
    "But now, just to check none of you will embarrass the nobility on your first day we are going to conduct a test.” Caroline finished, opening the door opposite the one they had come in from, revealing a line of fidgeting women. “The first 9 please” she commanded, those nearest the door shuffling into the room and standing opposite the new recruits. The group moving along until Valorie found herself staring at a much larger woman, her heavy set frame and thick neck supporting a toothy grin, the woman seemingly looking down on her with some feeling of glee.
    “I hope your ready” she said quietly patting her bladder, the woman’s deep and ominous tone making Valorie shiver slightly. “I haven’t gone since last night” she seemed to boast.
    “Alright Magnus, why don’t we swap you like this. Lets at least give the little girl a chance.” Caroline said, appearing over the large woman’s shoulder. Making the woman apparently called Magnus exchange places with the woman to her right and being replaced thankfully by someone built much more like herself. The young woman obviously squirming where she stood, her bladder apparently full want demanding her attention. 
    “Right then, each of these women was given three glasses of wine at breakfast and have been waiting to relieve themselves. Your job is to take three of them without making a mess on the floor” Caroline commanded.
    Three! How could she take in 3 peoples bladders! Valorie worried, a sentiment shared by those not already accustom to this. Surely no one could do that, people only had one bladder for a reason right?
    “Here you go” a tube was hastily pushed into Valories hand by the woman opposite, a look of anguish on her face signalling she was seconds from exploding where she stood.
    It took a few moments to insert it correctly, a uncomfortable pressure making her wince for a moment. But as soon as it was in, it was hard to tell it was even in there really.
    “Ok girls, you can go” Caroline said as a chorus of gasps filled the room, the nine wine filled women relaxing their muscles and their bladders emptying themselves. The sensation that followed was far stranger than anything Valorie had expected, a warm heat that was in a strange way comforting was suddenly building inside her from the bottom up. Her already half full bladder becoming heavier as the blushing woman continued to piss into her bladder.
    After 20 seconds the woman stopped peeing, her body looking far more relaxed now. Despite an increase in pressure and the strange sensation, Valorie didn’t feel too much worse for it. The fullness in her bladder definitely noticeable now though, but maybe she could take three loads after all.
    Beside her she watched as Magnus’s piss roared through the clear tubing and into Morgarna, the poised woman standing rigidly but her face looking calm. Even as the other 8 women ran dry, the large woman continued filling the black haired woman. The two of them staring into each others eyes, Morgarna’s emerald jem's unblinking as the strangers seemed almost to view each other as an adversarial. After 50 seconds the stream ended, with Magnus clearly grimacing as she tried to force out every drop of liquid from inside her. But Morgana didn’t break, in fact out of all of the new hires she somehow looked the most relaxed.
    “Next” Caroline shouted, the line of relieved looking servants disappearing to go back to their jobs, replaced by 9 more desperate looking women.
    Connecting up the next woman Valorie was quickly getting the hang of it, the process was simple despite its intimate nature. Standing with her feet slightly apart she felt her bladder begin to fill once again, the weight of the liquid inside her increasing substantially. Where as last time the room had been filled with a number of sighs of relief, this time the room was quickly filled with the low grunts and complaints of many of the women being filled. Their bladders filling faster and containing more than many of them had ever experienced before.
    “I…I…..I” a small woman next to Valorie started to say something, her body shaking slightly as her bladder bulged out of her slim body. Moments later her torso convulsed, doubling over as the woman opposite grunted, the stream apparently changing direction and filling her instead,
    “Stop woman, you’re the chamber lady!” The woman commanded but it was no use, the new recruit unable to control herself.
    Grunting again the woman opposite pulled the device from herself, having refilled her bladder urine began to splash on the ground underneath her as she lost control. A second stream of pee still shooting out of the end of the tubing as the woman next to Valorie continued to empty herself through it. An acrid smelling puddle quickly spreading across the floor as many of those around her pressed their legs tighter together, the splashing noises of the two streams making them squirm even more.
    The sight, sound, smell or combination there of was clearly too much for another of them, further down the line of women another seem to burst. Pee racing down her legs as her bladder lost control, the contents of it spilling onto the ground as those around her carefully stepped back.
    “Next” shouted Caroline, clearly not phased or just used to the display of the three women wetting themselves a few feet from her.
    9 more women entered, 7 being hooked up and two standing slightly awkwardly next to the still peeing women. The desperation on their faces clear as they danced on the spot, unsure of what to do.
     
    As the third woman let loose a torrent into her bladder Valorie couldn’t help but grunt slightly, her inflated bladder being pushed hard by the new intake. Resting a hand on it through her clothes she could feel it almost vibrating as the new piss thundered into it at some speed. The uncomfortable woman opposite her clearly desperate and in much need of this relief. Within her the pressure was increasing by the second, but somehow she made it. The woman opposite her disconnecting herself and as the others finished she followed them out. The two desperate maids that had gone unrelieved looking around worried, but joining the others despite their bladders still being full from being forced to down glasses of wine with their breakfast.
    “You and you” Caroline pointed angrily at the two women now standing in their wet clothes. “You failed, do you know what you could have caused if you did that in the presence of some of the guests tonight. Get out of my sight, Ill decide what to do with you later.”
    The two women looked at each other sheepishly before trudging out of the room leaving  a trail of drops and wet footprints.
    “As for the rest of you, line up again please and this time with your legs a shoulder width apart.”
    That last command would be difficult, most of them currently had their legs pressed tightly against each other, the need to urinate stronger than they could ever remember. Valorie was no different, but she had always done her best to control such urges, making sure to finish her chores before relieving herself. So being a bit desperate was nothing new, even though this just felt totally different. Taking a deep breath she took a step forwards to join the just as confident Morgana and a blonde woman to her right that she had missed the name of during the queen mothers questioning.
    “I said shoulder width apart” Caroline chastised a young girl near the end of the line. Her hands buried deep in her crotch and legs crossed where she was stood. She had taken the three loads, but was clearly at her wits end.
    “I cant” the poor girl sobbed.
    “Can’t or wont?” Caroline said accusingly, her stern tone making the woman step forward her legs slightly apart.
    “Shoulder width” Their apparent task master commanded, tapping the inside of the woman's legs who responded by widening her stance.
    Almost as soon as she had moved them she let out a little whimper, moments before a waterfall began to fall between her slim legs. A river of other peoples pee slowly escaping the sobbing woman, her face now covered by her hands as she hid from the shame of being unable to control herself.
    Shaking her head Caroline ignored her, walking back to the centre of the remaining 6.
    “Now then, for the rest of you who plan on passing this test, it is important to keep your poise at all times unlike your friend here. You are no longer mere servants but chamber ladies, you will serve the most important and wealthy members of the crown and their visitors. As such, you much behave with a certain level of decorum, not like a small child.”
    Beginning to pace up and down the line Caroline continued, the sense of pride she had about the job easy to hear in her tone.
    “As a chamber lady your duty is to serve, regardless of your own needs. Your own needs must go silent and unnoticed by those you serve and those around them, it is a discrete service we offer. That goes for being filled too, there may come a time and place where you are required to in public and it is your responsibility to be able to perform your duty without others noticing, for the sake of your nobles whose appearance can be the difference between a successful meeting or not. You can not jeopardise the future of this country because you are unable to help or hold it” Caroline said, looking at the woman who had finally finished making a mess on the floor with a level of disdain.
    Now then those of you who are new to this may think this is a little strange, perhaps even not worth it. But our position is a vital one, we help the lords and ladies maintain their dignity and in return we get to sit at some of the most important tables anywhere in the land. It is an honour and a privilege to be a chamber lady, don’t forget that.”
    As she listened to her Caroline's stirring speech Valorie hadn’t thought about it before, but maybe she was right. Tonight she would be at a party in the same castle as the queen and all of the nobles. She wouldn’t have ever been allowed to see, let alone attend the event if she hadn’t been sold this morning.
     
     
    “Now I will give you your patrons” Caroline said, walking up and down the row a few times as if gauging their ability to remain poised. Valorie had to admit it was getting harder, with each second that passed the urge to shut her legs was getting stronger.
    “You, you and you” She pointed to three women, you will serve the visiting nobles between you.
    Stepping in front of Valorie, Caroline seemed to think for a moment. Looking between her and Morgana, before pointing at her. “Queen”.
    Valories eyes went wide, she would be serving the Queen! Not 30 minutes earlier she had been told she had no skills and now she was a servant of the most important and powerful woman in all the land. This had to be a mistake, what if she couldn’t handle it.
    “Queens guest” Caroline said, her finger moving to Morgana.
    Walking over to the final woman she paused for a moment “Lord and lady wellington. They will be in attendance together are you going to able to handle that.”
    “Yes mam, I can handle anything. Give me a whole group if you want, this bladder doesn’t break” The stout large breasted blonde said confidently.
    “Name?” Caroline asked.
    “Laura”
    “Well Laura, this is no place for Ego’s. If we do our job correctly, no one will even notice. Remember that”
    Caroline’s sentence making the woman she was reprimanding blush deeply and Valorie could tell she was biting her tongue not to say something else.
    “And you, wet one. Kitchen server” She said with a wave of her hand, not even looking in her direction.
    “Now im sure you all need to relieve yourselves and remember to go again before you attended the party. It starts at 6pm but I would advise you to check in on your Patrons beforehand if you can. Maybe suggest they empty themselves before the party too so you can release it for them with the rest of the servants before it begins."
    Pausing for a moment she turned to look at them all, her face stern and commanding "Remember, you are the key to our nobles remaining poised and respected, I wont have you degrading our country.”
    With that their leader left through the door and the guards indicated they should exit the opposite way.
    What a morning it had been, as she walked up the road this morning, Valorie could never have imagined how her life would have changed.
     
     
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    Thanks for reading, there was a lot of set up in this chapter but I hope it was enjoyable.
    This is part 1 of 3, more to come soon.
     
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    Sama clutched her crotch desperately as she danced with Kayleigh. Yet another girl had just surrendered to the demands of her bladder- Teri quickly lifted up her black skirt and pulled down her pantyhose and panties to squat in the middle of the gym. Wearing a blushed, humiliated face, she started peeing immediately, obviously very desperate and eager to get the deed done as quickly as possible. On cue, Crystal was behind her, watching her urinate with chastity device and water bottle in hand.
     
    Despite their own desperate states, several women had turned to watch Teri pee, Sama included. Teri was quite attractive- a single mom in her mid-thirties. The pale redhead kept in pretty good shape despite her busy schedule. She rose after a couple of quick twerks to shake off the last drops of her pee, pulling up her undergarments as she did so. Crystal handed her the 350ml water bottle, instructing her to drink up immediately. Then, she knelt and held out the scary-looking chastity belt and asked Teri to step into it. After a bit of adjusting and struggling, Crystal had the bulky device locked in place over Teri's pantyhose- the skirt barely made it back over the leather and metal sex toy.

    The women were dancing in a giant circle of towels that were keeping their pee inside a designated wet area- the “dance floor”. It was all wet already- pee splashed around as they danced, or rather shifted uncomfortably trying not to piss themselves. The unmistakable smell of urine certainly didn’t help matters and seeing another gal pee did nothing for one’s own battle.
     
    Over half of the ladies had squatted on the gym floor to relieve themselves already, and now wore chastity belts as punishment. Most of women were wearing pants today, including Sama- there was no hiding the wetness there. However, Sama suspected that peeing with a belt on would not go well with a skirt either. The woman's pee would probably spray all over, surely wetting her skirt, perhaps even her shirt.
     
    Four of the women had also finished the additional water bottle- they were clearly in the worst shape of the lot. If they didn't hang on the remaining hour, they would pee their pants and drive home sitting on one of the plastic covers Crystal had thoughtfully brought to the meeting. Sama found it fascinating that any girl here would wet herself over simply leaving the meeting. That was the beauty of all of this- it tested your dedication well beyond breaking point. Everyone here was suffering, but learning valuable life lessons and kicking alcoholism's butt to boot. It was amazing, almost unbelievable!
     
    Sama felt herself squirt into her panties- she was about to pee her pants. She quickly undid her belt, dancing desperately to prevent a second squirt. She finally had her tan dress pants undone and lowered them, along with her slightly wet white panties, just below her bubbly butt- she had to be careful not let her pants contact the soiled floor. In a slight squat, she relaxed her strained bladder and peed on the wet rubber floor. She could feel eyes on her, but she focused on the basketball hoop thirty feet away. It felt so good to finally pee!
     
    Mid-relief, Crystal obstructed her view of the basketball hoop- the ladies looked into each other's eyes. For some reason, Sama felt turned on knowing Crystal was watching her urinate. It was so naughty- doing this humiliating deed in public, just a few feet away from an attractive, smart woman. Sama finally finished peeing with a deep sigh and pulled her pants up. 

    "Feel better?" Crystal asked with a smile as she handed her a water bottle. Sama opened it and took a sip as she felt the cold, heavy chastity device around her crotch. Crystal fiddled with it for longer this time- Sama, being Latina, was truly blessed with wide hips and a big ass. Sama felt Crystal’s breast graze her leg as she worked- she was hopelessly turned on. Her mind drifted back to the moving story Crystal had shared- her abusive boyfriend beating her in public for getting drunk and then laughing at her after she had wet herself in fear. It had been truly incredible that this brave, strong woman had used that inspiration to help other females- in such an unreal way, too!

    Just as Sama’s belt was securely in place over her pants, Robin and Lindsay squatted, almost simultaneously, on opposite sides of the makeshift dance floor. Kayleigh, clutching herself as she shifted from foot to foot in front of Sama, was now one of the last three women who hadn’t peed yet. Despite having exposed herself to everyone a minute ago, Sama felt proud that she had been able to hold on for this long. She had always felt that she went to the washroom too often, and peed her pants sometimes, too. She hoped it wouldn’t happen today- the big clock read 11:05. There were 55 minutes to go.
     
    Ten minutes later, Kayleigh finally caved, leaving only Daphne, a 5’10 blonde with an obviously large bladder as the sole survivor. While she was holding her crotch, a couple of the petite women were clearly more desperate. Sama was half-hoping that one of them, Tina or Josephine, would just quit the exercise- it would make it easier for her to walk away too.
     
    As instructed, she had finished her water bottle within five minutes and tossed the empty container outside the toweled area. Not even fifteen minutes since peeing, Sama could already feel her bladder filling up again. She knew from experience that it wouldn’t be long before she was totally bursting to pee again- maybe twenty minutes, thirty tops. For at least the fifth time that day, her eyes met Crystal’s- it was clear there was a growing mutual interest between the two beautiful women.
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    Almost running down the street Michelle was cursing her broken Alarm, checking her watch she was only a couple of minutes late this time. Although as she felt her phone buzz in her pocket once again and going off the texts she hadn’t opened from her boss, she probably wasn’t going to be a good mood today. Rounding the corner of the building she slowed to a brisk walk, not wanting it to be too obvious how late she was. Looking around she could only see one other person, a blonde girl who seemed to be nervously waiting at the bust stop. The city centre unusually quiet this morning, but the sounds of not so distant road works still made it feel like normal.
    “You’re late” A shout rang out as Michelle pushed open the large mirrored doors.
    “Sorry, there was some construction or something. The bus was stuck in traffic.” She mumbled slightly, knowing it wouldn’t probably help.
    “No Excuses Michelle, team meeting in the staff room now!”
    “Can I just….”
    “No, everyone is waiting” Her boss said sternly.
    Walking in Michelle could see she was the last one to arrive, the others already disrobed and standing around naked. It was still odd to witness even after 8 months of working at Al Demur’s. She hadn’t even known this place existed until her friend Sophie had told her about it. The adult only establishment that was clearly a Hooters clone, just with less clothing. The exclusively female staff came in all shapes, sizes and skin tones and was known for waiting on the customers in the nude, it could be a little demeaning at times but the pay was just too good to turn down.
    “Hey Michelle” A voice greeted her.
    Turning around Michelle could see Ellie struggling to fasten the small apron around her back. The thin and clearly too small to be functional design not hiding anything, but apparently it cleared the food hygiene regulations. In some ways she felt a little Jealous of the three of four girls that got to wear them, although from her understanding the pay wasn’t as good.
    “What’s up with Sandra?” Michelle asked her friend, walking behind her to help tie the thin strip of fabric behind her back.
    “Thanks. No idea, just know she called this emergency meeting this morning. Didn’t you get your text’s from her?” The shorter girl asking.
    “I…uh, may have ignored them. I thought she was just going to be complaining about me being late again.” Michelle responded, finishing tying up the bow for her friend.
    “Yeah well she probably was. you really should be more careful with that. You know how strict she can be, its just a good job you bring in a lot of tips.” Ellie said as Michelle started to strip out of her clothes for her shift. Her dark skin, long shinning hair and toned athletes’ body being revealed slowly. When she had gotten accepted into university she had never thought she would end up working somewhere like this, but at least her hard work on the track was paying for it in more than one way.
    “Can I have your attention please girls” their boss Sandra shouted unnecessarily loudly for the small room they were in, the group of a dozen or so women turning to look at her.
    “So I have some bad news, there is a burst water main on the High-street and while repairs are ongoing, we do not have any water since the whole area has been turned off.” A series of murmurs went through the crowd, how could they open without water to offer customers, or clean anything.
    “Now, luckily I managed to get a large supply of water from the Wholesaler this morning which has just been delivered. So we have plenty to offer guests should they need it and for you guys as well. Also, as some of you will know the system for our washing stations run off its own water supply, it should contain enough to last the day but please take care not to waste any.” She said, her eyes scanning the group, staring intently at each of them.
    “Unfortunately, this lack of water does affect our toilets and coffee machine, but I don’t think we should have a problem. We have instant coffee that we can serve by filling the hot water machine manually with bottled water.”
    “What about the toilets, where do we go?” A voice asked nervously. Michelle recognised that voice as her friend Sophie, she didn’t know she was working this shift. Maybe she had switched with someone, something she might regret doing if the toilets were out. She was well known for being a frequent peer, the short black haired woman seemingly cursed with a small bladder. Normally it wouldn’t be too much of an issue, Michelle had many times covered for her tattooed friend as she dashed to the ladies room. But she had a feeling today wouldn’t be that easy.
    “I was getting to that” Sandra said, a displeased look on her face from being interrupted. “Now im afraid, there are no facilities available to use here, and all the other businesses around us are also closed for the day. So you are just going to have to hold it.”
    “For the whole day?” Sophie asked nervously.
    “Yes. And on that note, the customers. Since we are an establishment that has a liquor licence we must legally offer our patrons the use of facilities or be shut down. As such, I also spent the morning acquiring these to help in that matter” Sandra said, holding up a number of clear plastic tubes.
    “These are Catheters…”
    “You can’t be serious” Michelle couldn’t help but blurt out at the absurdity of what her boss was suggesting.
    “I am very much serious Michelle. You all know how much we have been struggling to draw in customers these days, this is the perfect chance to do just that. With all of the others establishments closed we are sure to pick up any stragglers and im sure once they experience our wonderful hospitality they will be back.”
    “So, we aren’t able to pee ourselves and you want us to let the customers relieve themselves in us?” Another of the waitresses asked in a similarly shocked tone.
    “Exactly” Sandra said, clearly not picking up on the disbelief of the previous statement.
    “You can’t be serious” Sophie said, repeating Michelle’s earlier sentiment.
    “Look, I know this is a little unusual. But I really think this will be good for us, and to that end and as a show of good faith I am offering triple overtime to you all.”
    A number of the women exchanged glances with that last comment, that was a lot of money for one days work. Their already generous pay check becoming absurdly large with that bonus, they could be making what someone on a minimum wage made in a month, just by holding their pee for 10 hours. They could do that right, it wouldn’t be too bad? At that moment their worry an inhibitions about such a strange things were almost instantly overcome by thoughts of new cars or holidays.
    “Well I’m in.” a voice interrupted their day dreams, it was Lola. The petite brunette picking up her notepad and seemingly getting ready for the day, unaffected by the odd bathroom measures. But it was no surprise to any of them that she would be the most comfortable with this, despite her tiny stature she never seemed to need to pee while guzzling down bottle after bottle of water. Michelle had found herself gagging for a bathroom break on only her second day of work, it was Lola that had covered for her at the time. Quickly refusing when she offered to repay the favour, even claiming that she only ever used the toilet at her home. A claim that Michelle had doubted at the time but she hadn’t been proven wrong yet, although she was sure today would test that.
    “One last thing, if any of you dare to pee yourselves or someone at the table you are working does It’ll be coming out of your wages, and you can kiss the overtime goodbye too.” Sandra finished, obviously pleased as a couple of worried glasses were exchanged between the waitresses. But with the first person agreeing, it seemed the others felt more assured and quickly followed suit. All but Michelle and Sophie had now left to get back to work.
    “Are you…are you going to do this too?” Sophie asked nervously.
    “Yeah, I mean with my college fees this could really help.”
    “Yeah, Im behind on my rent, I just…I don’t know if I will be able to last the full day without peeing.” Sophie said, blushing deeply. It was no secret she peed frequently, but it was still embarrassing to admit as much.
    “Look, if it gets too much im sure we can find some way of helping. I mean we can all share it out between us right?.” Michelle responded, although she herself wasn’t too keen on the idea of holding her pee all day. She considered herself to have a pretty large bladder but she couldn’t imagine what it was going to be like later.
    “Ok. Thanks Michelle.”
    Walking back out into the main room she could see Sandra unlocking the main doors. The young blonde woman she noticed earlier still stood outside, looking towards to road as an older gentleman walking into the place past her.
    “You alright Rob, you want the regular?” Michelle asked.
    “Yes please darlin, two…”
    “Two sugars, dash of milk and a slice of Apple pie with no cream” She finished his order, smiling at the familiarity.
    Chuckling slightly he grabbed a stool at the counter, “Look, by the time you get to my age you know what you like”
    “You ok with instant coffee, machine’s out today?”
    “Oh yeah, its all the same to me. But if you need someone to come have a look at it, I can call my son and ask him to have a look?”
    “Ah, no it’s the water main in the street. Machine is fine.” Michelle said smiling again, Rob was definitely her favourite customer. Never ogling her or the others or making comments, he just seemed to act as if it was a regular café, not one filled with beautiful naked women. She had asked him about it once, but he just made some joke about giving his heart a work out to make sure it keeps ticking.
    “Here you go” Michelle said, sitting down the slightly larger than average slice of pie and the steaming cup of coffee.
    Hearing the bell above the door ding she looked up to see the young blonde girl walking in, choosing a booth near the large windows facing the road. Looking around Michelle could see a number of other waitresses standing around nervously. Clearly the ultimatum of losing the overtime was making them nervous about accepting tables this early in the day. Sighing deeply she could see how today would go, but she grabbed her notebook and made her way over.
    “Hi, can I get you anything?”
    “Oh…um no im ok thanks”
    “Sure thing, Im sorry to ask this but do you have any id? This place is 18+ only”
    “Oh…uh yeah, here you go” she said, handing over a student id.
    “Thank you, sorry about that”
    “Its no prob..”
    “Why hello there beautiful” Came a snide remark from another patron sliding into the booth opposite the young woman. “I love this place” he added, giving Michelle a once over with his eyes and raising them suggestively.
    “Excuse me I think this booth is taken” She started, Michelle instantly recognising the customer. He had been in and almost banned a number of times, but he seemed to just think it was part of their game. Just the thought of him trying to schmooze or flirt with the young woman made her skin crawl. If she had any, she was sure the hairs on her arms would have stood up.
    “No…its ok.” The blonde-haired woman responded to Michelle’s surprise. It seemed that somehow the two of them knew each other.
    “You heard her, now get us a couple of beers would you love” He said, despite it being 9am.
    “Sure thing” Creep, she added in her head walking away. Without looking Michelle knew the man would be staring at her ass, what she wouldn’t give to ram something preferably large up his smarmy backside.
     
    Over the next couple of hours, it seemed Sandra had been right about the other closures being bad for business. The typical handful of patrons had turned into a couple of dozen, although thankfully very few stayed for long which was making the other waitresses more relaxed about the whole thing. Michelle had been keeping an eye on the table near the window, serving a number of beers to the pair as they sat talking. Whatever was happening the man clearly wasn’t happy about it, the blonde now sitting rigidly with her back up against the booth. Watching she saw him reach out and grab the woman’s hand that was resting on the table, only for her to pull it away and shift in her seat.
    “Ok that’s it” she said to Lola, currently stood next to her and totalling a bill for one of her own tables.
    Walking over quickly Michelle was tempted to just throw him out. Although she cursed the fact he hadn’t technically done anything against the rules, she was sure the place could do without his business today.
    “Is this man bothering you?” She asked, interrupting the pair.
    “Excuse me!” he shouted loudly, turning to look at Michelle and for the first time her face.
    “I can make him leave if he is” She added, looking him dead in the eyes and wishing he would give her an excuse.
    “No….its….he’s my dad” the young woman stammered.
    Now it was making sense, although why anyone would let this guy near them was another thing she couldn’t help but wonder.
    “Oh ok…im sorry, its just it looked like he wa….”
    “What the actual fuck is happening over there?” The man shouted loudly, his gaze going past her.
    Following his eyes a couple of booths over she was surprised to see Lola hooked up to a rather red faced and squirming woman. She was clearly needing to pee pretty badly, but after a moment the customers face became more relaxed as a clear liquid rushed through the plastic tubing connecting her to Lola. On the other side a slight look of discomfort was clear on Lola, a strange gaze frozen on her face for several seconds.
    “What kind of freak show are you running here today?” The man at her booth shouted at her.
     “I….The toilets are out of order for today due to a burst water main. So to comply with state regulations and stay open we still need to offer our patrons somewhere to…relieve themselves.”
    “So that woman is pissing into your friend?” He said exasperated, his eyes now glued to the nake woman being filled a few booths over.
    “To put it crudely, yes” Michelle responded, she was going to have to get better at explain this.
    “Wait…” he said, a wicked smile across his face. “So you are telling me that if I want to relieve myself, I get the privilege of having one of you beauties handling my…” He stopped, nodding downwards to his genitals.
    “Yes you do, but I feel I should remind you that sexual harassment is not tolerated here”
    “Hey im happy with any harassment you might want to do…sexually” he interrupted.
    “and also, you are currently talking to someone who would have the privilege of inserting something inside it” She continued, hoping to put him off.  But juging by the look on his face that wasn’t happening.
    “How do you know im not into that” He smiled.
    “Pervert” She couldn’t help it, it had just come out that time.
    “Excuse me im a customer, you cant talk to me like that!”
    “Sorry, if you would like me to get one I can have a go, but I must say im a bit of a klutz” Michelle said now revelling in the look of realisation crossing the mans face. The clear picture of what she might accidentally do to him coming to mind.
    “On second thought, I think I don’t need to go after all” He said, adjusting himself in his seat.
    “Good choice” Michelle added, walking away. It wasn’t totally true, the way the catheters were set up she wouldn’t need to insert anything. But he didn’t need to know that.
    “Excuse me can I get the bill please” A man asked as she walked back to the desk.
    “Yes, no problem.” Michelle replied, cleaning her mind of the previous customer and trying not to take it out on the young man asking. Thankfully, this wasn’t her table so that would give her a couple more moments to compose herself.
    “Hey Lacey, your table wants its bill.” She said to another member of staff, the slightly older but bustier woman nodding and heading in his direction.
    “Is Ned still being a jackass?” Lola asked next to her, storing the Catheter behind the desk.
    “Yeah, why do we let him in this place. He is such a creep” Michelle sighed.
    “Like we get anything else” She joked.
    “Hey, do you have the catheter thing Lola?” Lacey whispered having returned with the cash from the bill. “My guys have said they both need to go”.
    “Yeah sure, here you go.” Lola said, grabbing the tubing she had only just put away. “You know how to use it?”
    “Yeah, I had a girl ask earlier” Lacey replied, a faint wavier in her voice as she spoke before grabbing the tubing and going back to the two waiting men sat cross legged at the table.
    “Want me to take them?” Lola asked, pointing her head to a couple walking through the door, the small bell dinging.
    “Yeah sure, if you want too?”
    “More tables means more tips” Lola winked, picking up a pair of lunch menus and going to greet the new arrivals.
     
    “Excuse me” came another voice, looking up from the till it was the blonde haired woman from Neds table. He himself seemed to have disappeared out the door which was at least something to be thankful for.
    “Hi, how can I help. Was everything ok with your table?”
    “Yes it was thank you. i…I just wanted to apologise for him.”
    “Oh no he is in here all the time and trust me, its not you that should be apologising for him.”
    “Thank you, I still feel bad. I should have known this was a bad idea after he suggested this place” The woman responded.
    “Suggested this place?” Michelle asked confused, her elbows now resting on the desk.
    “Oh no sorry I didn’t mean anything by that. Its just you know, we haven’t seen each other in a few years and the first place he suggests to meet up is a place full of Naked women. I should have known he hadn’t changed.”
    “Don’t worry I get it. We attract a lot of people like him here. Its fine honestly.” She finished, pausing for a moment as the blonde stood there awkwardly. “Is there anything else I can help with?”
    “I….um, are the bathrooms still closed?” She asked nervously. Michelle noticing her tightly crossed legs for the first time, she was clearly desperate.
    “Unfortunately, they are.”
    “Oh ok” she said blushing.
    “But, im sure you have seen the uh…service we are offering today? And despite what I said to your Fr…Dad, we don’t actually have to insert anything.”
    “I…..is everywhere closed, maybe I can make it across the street?”
    “Sorry, it’s the whole town centre by the sounds of things.”
    “Ok, Im sorry but I think im going to have to go. I don’t really drink alcohol and its really making me need to pee. Plus I got up really early this morning and haven’t peed yet because I didn’t want to miss him.” She stammered out, apparently trying to rationalise or explain herself to Michelle and not make her think she was just taking advantage of her.
    “Its fine honestly” Michelle said again, her voice soft and calm in an attempt to put the young woman at ease, even though she had now started to bounce on the spot. Apparently admitting her need to someone else was making it much more real and harder to hide. Reaching under the counter Michelle pulled out her connecter. She hadn’t used it yet, but after a few seconds she managed to attach it to herself and connected the longer tube for the patrons.
    “How do we….?” The young girl asked, her jeans not offering any easy solutions without asking the woman to take them off in the middle of the busy building.
    “Follow me” Michelle said, beckoning her over to the women’s room. An out of order sign displayed on it, but the door still opened and the pair entered into the secluded spot.
    “Is this ok?” Michelle asked, turning around to see the girl hurriedly wrestling with her jean’s buttons, her face red and clearly far more desperate than she had let on out there. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
    “Im sorry, I just really need to go”
    “Its fine, here you go” she said handing over the other end of the pipe to the young woman.
    Taking the strange funnel device, she rammed it quickly between her legs and almost instantly liquid began flowing out of her and through the tube. Looking down Michelle watched it race along the clear plastic and disappearing into her.
    “Oh” Michelle exclaimed as her body suddenly tensed slightly, a strange warm feeling filling her lower body as the urine flowed between the two women. For more than 30 seconds it continued, with Michelle starting to feel her bladder and skin stretch, despite the customers small frame she sure could hold a lot in her bladder. A fact that was clearly written on her face which was far more relaxed. After another 20 seconds and couple of extra spurts the blonde ran dry.
    “Im really sorry about that, but I just couldn’t hold it” She said, handing the other end back to Michelle.
    “No…its ok”. The new liquid was sitting heavily in her bladder, the odd process of being filled through the catheter new to her mind and body. Suddenly the door opened, a pair of women bursting through it with a desperate look in their eyes.
    “Oh…im so sorry” One of them stuttered, turning their head while the other covered their eyes. The relieved blonde’s jeans still around her ankles. “We saw you guys coming in here and thought the bathrooms were fixed.”
    “Im sorry they are not.”
    “I cant hold it Beth, the younger of the two said, her hands buried in her crotch as she started to dance on the spot.
    “I know Lorry. Im sorry to ask this but can we…can we you know.” She said pointing at the tube currently still attached to Michelle.
    “I mean I think we are only supposed to take the people at our tables. Do you know who your waitress was. I can try and find her.”
    “She had purple hair and a nose piercing.
    “That’s Melody, I’ll go and find her.”
    “Im sorry, I don’t think I can wait that long” Lorry said, looking between her legs as a clear dark patch was spreading out from her crotch. The light brown material becoming much darker as she started to lose control. “Oh god, I stopped it. Please!” she begged. The patch around her crotch stopping about the size of an apple. Michelle knew the poor girl had no time to spare so against her best judgement she handed the other end of the funnel to the leaking woman. The dark patch of wetness slowly absorbing into the material of her trousers.
    “Oh thank you, thank you thank you OOOHHHH” she groaned loudly, her body convulsing. In a flash her trousers were around her ankles and the device was between her legs. A think stream escaping before it was fully in position and a few drops spilling onto the floor. A rush of her almost perfectly clear pee shot through the tube at some speed and Michelle felt it enter her stretching bladder. The second and more sudden influx causing her muscles to spasm, Michelle’s bladder twitching as it filled far faster than it was use too. Pursing her lips she tried not to show any discomfort to the customers, their needs were her duty to look after. After 30 seconds she was relieved to see the flow starting to slow, finally coming to an end with her bladder feeling much heavier and fuller than before.
    “Please Lorry, I need it too.” The other woman demanded, outstretching a hand to her friend, gratefully being given the end of the funnel still attached to Michelle.
    “No i….please” Michelle started but was interrupted as she felt her bladder being forced open once again.
    “Oooo” the woman squeaked again while ignoring Michelle’s pleading. “I was about to lose it too” She stammered, another heavy stream flowing down into Michelle’s bulging bladder. Closing her eyes Michelle did her best not to groan as the weight inside her seemed to increase instantly. The flow far slower than the last two, but now she was already so full it felt so much worse. A minute later Michelle was gritting her teeth, wondering if it would ever stop. Her bladder now protruding through her skin and easy to see on her toned and athletic body. A small pouch jutting out of her, now containing far more pee than she was use to holding. Eventually the flow stopped and the woman handed back the tube, evidently more relaxed. Pulling up their pants and opening the door the two of them turned to look at Michelle, who was in no place to follow them out at the moment.
    “Are you ok? They asked
    “yes, you go ahead.” Michelle responded, ignoring the confused glances as the walked out.
    As soon as the door closed Michelle had to double over, grunting she held her inflated bladder with both hands. Her bladder now holding hers plus three other bursting women’s contents, its was too much too quickly. Air hissed out from between her teeth as she clenched every muscles in her body not to loose control. Cupping her bladder with her hands she could feel the tendons and muscles shifting inside her. The sudden intake of so much liquid sending shockwaves through her body. Breathing deeply she calmed herself and her muscles managed to adapt to the new conditions. Standing up straight Michelle paused for a moment, before pushing the door open and leaving the out of order toilets.
    Spotting the curvy Purple haired waitress, a couple of booths over she made a b-line for her. “You owe me one” Michelle said exasperatedly after reaching her.
    “What?” Melody replied, calmly pouring a large bottle of water into a jug. The sound and visuals making Michelle lose her train of thought for a moment.
    “You owe me a table, I just took two of your clients for you?”
    “You took my clients?” Melody asked confused.
    “Yeah I took” Michelle said, indicating to her enlarged abdomen.
    “Holy shit, that’s a lot of pee”
    “Yeah I noticed.” She replied, a bead of sweat running down from her temple.
    “But you could have come and got me.”
    “She was literally wetting herself. You would have lost your pay.”
    “Oh thanks, you’re a life saver. What about next table that comes in I’ll take for you?”
    “What If they don’t pee?”
    “Well I cant control that, but fine. I will take the next table, if they don’t pee I’ll take another one.”
    “Ok thanks, that sounds fair.” Michelle agreed.
    “Sure no problem. But if its just one person I don’t want any take backs.” Melody stipulated.
    “I…fine, next customer to walk in is yours for me.”
    “Shake on it?” Melody asked, offering her hand. The pair shaking hands just as the door opened. A smile appeared on Michelle’s face as in walked a group of six guys all wearing football shirts.
    “Noooo” Melody said quietly, her hand suddenly limp in Michelle’s.
    “Hey, maybe they wont pee.” She added, before Melody grabbed a set of Menu’s.
    “I hate you, you know that” She said sticking her tongue out at Michelle before a smile appeared on Melody’s face as she turned to greet the new arrivals.
     
    Soon the customers were coming in thick and fast, a sports game at the local stadium was bringing a lot people to the area. Thankfully the speed of the work and turnover of customers was a needed distraction for the waitresses, many of whom now sported visible bulges in the abdomens. While most of the customers were leaving before making use of the bathroom services they were offering, it still left a couple of dozen to be shared out between the girls.
    “Mam, can I get the bill and use the tubes again please” A far too posh for this place woman asked. Her middle-aged knees knocking under the grey pencil skirt she was wearing.
    “Sure thing” Michelle responded, walking to get the catheter device again.
    “Isn’t that like 3 times she has gone into you?” Lacey asked, preemptively handing over the tube.
    “Yeah she has had like 8 coffees in the last two hours.”
    “That can’t be good for her”
    “Its not good for me, ill tell you that much” Michelle added, putting a hand on her even more bloated bladder. Although, thankfully it seemed the coffee addict ironically had a small bladder that she could easily contain. But given that it was still 6 hours till they closed, Michelle was starting to worry about her chances of making it home dry. Hopefully the place would be a bit quieter after lunch.
    Going back over the woman barely seemed to think about it before placing the device under herself and letting loose her bladders contents. Casually flicking over the next page of the newspaper she was reading, her legs apart and a stream flowing between her and Michelle who for her part was doing her best not to squirm as her full bladder was filled again. Seeing the tube run dry she made her way back to the desk slightly fuller than before.
    Passing the front door it swung open, a young couple entering and peering around slightly. Sighing Michelle knew she should probably take them since she was already here.
    “Hi, table for two?”
    “Um yes….what is….” The young woman said, pointing at the catheter tubing Michelle had forgotten she was holding.
    “Oh um…so with the bathrooms out of order we are offering a unique service of letting customers, well, relieve themselves into the wait staff.” The shocked expression now on their faces told her they were not a fan of that idea, the woman almost recoiling at the thought.
    “I think we will try somewhere else” The man said, putting his arm around the woman and leading her out.
    “You better not be loosing us customers Michelle.” A condescending tone came from behind her.
    “No Sandra, just explaining our bathroom situation was enough to do that.”
    “Well, maybe keep that to only the customers already in the place then.” She replied, a disapproving look on her face.
    “Sandra, im sorry” came an exacerbated groan from behind them both. Turning they could see Sophie almost doubled over, a slight bulge in her abdomen and crossed legs a sure sign of what she was about to say.
    “I cant hold it, Please, you have to let me pee.”
    “Sophie, there is nowhere to pee like I told you 30 minutes ago. You just have to hold it.”
    “Please” Sophie begged again, a tear rolling down her cheek. “We can only hold so much, we’re desperate here.” She said gesturing around the room. It was true, looking around them all their colleagues were all in various stages of desperation. Some were standing cross legged as they took orders, others boobed on the spot pouring drinks or even had a hand between their legs to keep themselves in control. Only Lola seemed to be comfortable. Despite a having possibly the largest bladder bulge she was acting as if everything was fine, a true workhorse.
    “Look, there is nowhere to go. I cant just let you all run out of here to find somewhere.”
    “Please, what about if I take my lunch break now. I can make it home and back, I wont be late I swear.” Sophie pleaded.
    “Well….” Their boss thought for a second, the sentiment clearly making sense to her. After all, what they did on their break was up to them as long as they were back in time.
    “Look, I cant let you go right now. We are in the middle of the lunch rush.” A small whimper escaped Sophie as her body shook from desperation.
    “But, I’ll see what I can do once it gets a bit quieter in here”
    “But…I don’t know how much longer I can hold this…im about to lose it.”
    “You better not loose it!” Sandra snapped, “Or you know what else you will be losing!”
    “I’ll try” Sophie said, walking hunched over back to the main desk.
    “That goes for you too” Sandra said, turning to point at Michelle before walking back towards the back office.
    “You know what I said earlier, I mean it now” Melody said from behind her, an arm coming past and grabbing the tubing Michelle was still holding. “Maybe they wont pee” She added mockingly.
    “What?” Michelle asked, confused.
    “We swapped tables remember. Four of the guys I took for you say they need to pee.”
    “Really! Are you going to be ok with that?” Michelle asked, genuinely concerned and feeling a little guilty about the position she had put her friend in.
    “Yeah, but if you want to take one of them then we can call it even at 3 each?”
    “Sure, but we are going to need to grab another tube.”
    “Why don’t you go over with this one, and I’ll get another one.” Melody suggested, handing back the tube.
    Walking up to the table she could already tell that one of them was far more desperate than the others. A hand currently deep in his pocket and probably holding it all in.
    “Hi, you guys need the bathroom?”
    “Yeah” The clearly desperate guy added, his other hand gripping the table as he rocked slightly in his seat. “Sorry, I didn’t realise everything was out around here” He added, unzipping his fly and taking the end of Michelle’s tube from her. The others looking on slightly enviously.
    Unlike the other times, no liquid flowed down the tubing. Looking up his face was bright red, he was clearly embarrassed or suffering from stage fright. His full bladder locked up despite his need and now permission to pee.
    “Im sorry, just give me a moment” he stammered, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
    “Sorry about that, you guys need to go too?” Melody asked, returning with a new catheter and a number of attachments for the single tube. Handing them out the each began to undo their trousers and place the devices between their legs like their friend. However, unlike their red faced friend streams quickly flowed along the tube and towards melody. The three streams converging in the slightly wider central tube and flowing into her friend.
    “Oh god” Melody whimpered slightly, the force and volume of the three-person pee taking her by surprise. After a few seconds she was clearly beginning to worry, a hand going down and resting on her bladder as she began to breath slightly more heavily. Looking at her Michelle could see the impact of taking 3 at a time taking its toll on the purple haired woman, her abdomen expanding before her eyes as her bladder and skin was forced to stretch out quickly.
    Apparently after seeing his friends pee, the embarrassed customer still connected to her got himself under control and relaxed enough to start his pee. The sudden warmth and tightness in her abdomen surprising Michelle for a moment and distracting her from Melody’s struggles.  Despite the mans desperate appearance his stream soon died down after just 15 seconds, his pee still felling heavy in her abdomen but was nothing compared to how much she had already in there.
    Looking over at Melody again, her colleagues face was distorted by her rising discomfort. A slight sheen of sweat gathering on her face as her abdomen continued to bloat out massively, the other three guys still peeing into the growing woman. Melody now had a look of pure concentration on her face, biting her lips to keep the cries of discomfort in and not worry the customers. “OOooh” She gasped, her stretching bladder causing ripples of pain to shoot through her body. The bulge in her abdomen increasing for another 10 seconds until finally the three guys stopped peeing into her. A few drips of sweat rolling down her naked body as she stood rigidly trying not to empty herself out on the ground. “Christ” she whimpered, her whole body shaking for a moment.
    “Ohh my god!” A loud voice shouted, followed by an equally loud splattering noise that could be heard over the quiet conversations of the customers. The loud exclamation drawing the attention of the staff and customers alike. But it wasn’t the purple haired waitress emptying herself, it was the new girl Chloe. A few tables over the towering six-foot red head was clutching a catheter in one hand while her clearly distended bladder emptied itself onto the hard flooring. Her other hand pressed deeply between her legs as her pee raced between her fingers, flowing down her long slender legs and falling noisily onto the floor. The four women at her table recoiling back from the large puddle that was making its way towards them, droplets splashing up and against the red leather booth they were sat in. Even from where Michelle was she could see Chloe’s large bladder deflating as the puddle under her grew, the girl rooted to the spot with her eyes closed and cheeks burning.
    “What is going on here?” Came a loud shout, Sandra storming out of her office and into the main room. Swiftly walking up to Chloe as she pee’d and snatching the catheter from her while looking disapprovingly at the puddle spreading across her floor. “Well, looks like someone wont be getting paid today” she said, brandishing the catheter at the young woman. “You can stop at any time by the way” she added, scowling as Chloe continued to lose the battle with her bladder.
    “Im sorry….I cant” Chloe sobbed, tears streaming down her face.
    “You know what, your no good for me today. Just clean your mess up and go home.” Sandra said, walking back to her office and leaving the red headed woman sobbing as pee still streamed down her legs.
    “You have to help me” came a quiet whimper from beside Michelle, startling her slightly having been entirely wrapped up in Chloe’s accident. To her left was a clearly desperate Sophie, both hands jammed between her restless legs that moved constantly while she stood there.
    “Are you ok?” Michelle asked.
    “No….im, im about to piss myself like Chloe. I just cant hold it anymore!” She cried quietly, twisting her legs to press them tighter together.
    “I… I mean what do you want me to do?” Michelle responded, with the toilets out she didn’t have any ideas.
    “I don’t know” Sophie sobbed. “I was about to ask to go on lunch break again but I don’t think Sandra is in the best moods right now after well….” Sophie said, gesturing to Chloe who had just about stopped peeing at this point. A pair of small trails still making their way down her glistening legs.
    “Look maybe I can take some of your customers but….” How would she phrase this. “Im not sure that will help, can you make it another hour?”
    “An hour!” Sophie added, grimacing slightly as her body pulsed in desperation.
    “No….” she added meekly. “Wait, maybe Lola could help?” Sophie said, a little bit of life returning to her face.
    “What do you mean?” Michelle asked, confused by how anyone could help her hold it.
    “C’mon she is never desperate. Im sure she could handle a little bit of mine too”
    “I don’t know, she has had just as many customers if not more than us today.”
    “Im about to wet myself, please can you just go and ask. If she says no then I’ll try and hold but Im really struggling here.”
    “You want me to ask!?”
    “I, yeah. Look the less moving I do the better, unless you want another puddle?”
    “I’ll go find her.” Michelle rushed, realising just how close her friend was to loosing it all.
    Luckily she wasn’t hard to find, the tiny woman currently standing behind the desk. Approaching Michelle already knew what answer she was going to get, the giant bulge in her friends’ abdomen a clear sign she must be desperate. She felt sorry for Sophie, maybe Lola would have another idea to help.
    “Hey Lola.”
    “Need a catheter?” Lola asked back, holding up another tube and handing it to her as if it had become the most normal thing for them to do.
    “Maybe, Sophie is really struggling and I hate to ask but she was wondering if you would be able to help her? But don’t feel like you have too, I know that we all are….”
    “Yeah sure, no problem” Lola replied casually.
    “If you are sure?”
    “Yeah im doing fine, although we cant leave the desk unattended so she will have to come over here if she wants to do it. Everyone else is busy with a table.” The building was still full, with many of the lunch crowd having stayed longer than those in the morning. Around them the other waitresses were either taking orders or many of them were currently connected to relieved looking patrons. The bulges of their bladders becoming more prominent as they day wore on and more customers required their help.
    “Ok great.” Michelle finished, waving over a slow-moving Sophie.
    “Thank you so much Lola” Sophie stammered out as she got behind the desk, the two of them connecting their catheters to each other.
    “I just need to take the edge of, then I can wait till our break” Sophie said as her pee began to flow into the tube. The tenseness in her face disappearing as her body relaxed.
    “You may as well empty yourself out. Gives you more room for customers instead of having to do this again.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Yeah, Im fine.” Lola said confidently, a smile on her face as if she wasn’t feeling anything at all despite the large bulge.
    “How are you fine” Sophie replied, far more relaxed as the pee left her straining bladder.
    “Ive had practice” Lola replied, seemingly unaffected by the new intake.
    “You have had practice of people peeing into you?” Michelle asked, raising an eyebrow.
    “Well no” Lola laughed.  “But my parents were both big germaphobes, so I was only ever allowed to pee in our house. I kind of got use to it, plus its kind of a weird sense of achievement when you managed to hold longer than before.”
    “So you were brought up by Germaphobes and now you work at a restaurant, Naked?” Michelle joked.
    “Yeah, never really thought about it before. Do you think there is a connection?”
    “Well, given your parents attitudes towards piercings and tattoos I would say there is a strong chance its related” Sophie joked, indicating to the number of large tattoos covering her friends body.
    ”Like you can say anything” Lola shot back at Sophie. The blonde herself covered in large tattoos that she had thought would have stopped her getting this job to begin with. But it seemed that a lot of the customers were into the Punk look, the giant wonder woman logo tattooed on her chest getting a lot of attention from them.
    “You may have something there” Sophie smiled, her pee finally stopping as she ran dry. Despite the amount of it inside her, she had been surprised by how quick that had gone through her. Although given the pressure she was feeling in her bladder beforehand, it must have come out at some speed. Not that Lola seemed to notice.
    “What do you three think you are doing?” Came an annoyed voice. “I was just about to come and tell you Sophie that I was going to let you go on break but I guess you have already seen to that.”
    “Im sorry, I couldn’t hold it and didn’t want to make a mess.”
    “Well, your bladders were supposed to be for the customers, the customers come first after all. Lola and Sophie you should have been able to control yourself.” She said, crossing her arms. “So I guess that means the three of you don’t need a break then, I may as well let some of the others go on break.”
    “But I didn’t….” Michelle started.
    “You were already late today, so don’t bother.” Sandra interrupted. Michelle wanted to respond, but decided to bite her tongue or risk making things much worse for herself.  She could already feel her muscles starting to ache inside her, the volume of liquid inside her bladder starting to test her limits. With half a day to go she didn’t need or want to take any risks. “Now go get the other girls.”
     
    With the waitresses quickly gathered at the front desk, many boobing slightly on the spot, their legs closed tightly. “Ok, so ill make this quick so you can get back to work. I understand some of you are feeling a little uncomfortable, so im going to let some of you have your lunch break so you can relieve yourselves if you want too. But im going to have to make sure we have enough to cover any customers. Since you are clearly comfortable enough to break the rules Sophie, Lola, Michelle you will be staying here as well as Lacey and Melody.”
    “Wait, but I really need to go” Lacey protested, a hand between her legs.
    “I’m sorry we need 5 of you here. So unless anyone wants to cover for you?” Sandra asked, but the others simply looked away or at the floor. Their own needs taking precedence over being a good friend.  “But when they get back I will let you all do the same. Now just finish up your current tables and you can go.”
    A number of smiles and relieved faces filled the crowd, with the exception of the 5 being forced to stay behind. But it was just another hour, she could manage that Michelle told herself.
    “Hey lacy and Melody, I think your tables need you.” A call came over their shoulders as Ellie now dressed made her way hastily out of the building. Her jeans clearly undone due to her bladder being simply too large and sensitive for her to close them. A quiet whimper escaped Lacey as her body seemed to pulse from the bad news.
    “I’ll take them” Sophie said, making Lacey look up hopefully. But unfortunately for her, she wasn’t talking about her table but instead the group of three women that had just walked in. However, what was behind them was a little more troubling. A large group of 10 people, 8 men and two women were approaching the door, walking down the side of the building. “Don’t come in, don’t come in, don’t come in” Michelle whispered to herself, looking around and seeing Lola with another customer she knew this would be her table. Disappearing behind the large doors there was a moment where she thought that maybe they would just walk past, but then the doors open and their loud voices filled the building. “Shit” she said slightly louder than she had meant too. But there was nothing she could do, maybe if she didn’t mention it they wouldn’t try to use her as a toilet.
    Walking over she could see them laughing and joking by the wait here sign, their movements slightly off and seemingly looking around the room for something.
    “Hi guys, table for 10?” She asked.
    “Yeah that would be great Love.” The first man replied, constantly glancing at her naked breasts as he spoke.
    “Sure right this way” Michelle replied, rolling her eyes as she faced away from them.
    “Can we get 10 of your largest beers darlin’” Another of them asked as they seemed to gingerly slide into the booth.
    “Oh god, I don’t know if I can handle another one.” A black-haired woman remarked, chewing on her lip piercing slightly. Clearly nervous about something.
    “Sure, I’ll be right back with them.” Michelle added, starting to worry where this was going. If she was forced to take in these 10 people, she would be tempted to quit on the spot.
    Walking back up to the bar she noticed Lacey handing off a tube to Sophie instead of returning it. The small woman heading off to the table she had just brought in, the three women craning their necks and knees Knocking under the table as they waited. The lack of restrooms nearby was clearly affecting a lot of people today.
    “Hey, Lola can you help be take these to booth 14?” Michelle asked, placing the last pint on the two trays.
    As the pair of them made their way over they could see several of the group glancing at them and whispering to each other. What the hell are they up too Michelle worriedly pondered to herself. Placing the trays on the table she and Lola began handing them out, their eyes meeting for a moment and conveying their confusion about the behaviour of this group.
    “So um…” here it comes, Michelle knew something stupid was about to happen, probably a pick up line or something.
    “Which of you has the smallest bladder?”
    “Excuse me?” Michelle asked, confused and slightly offended by the intimate question out of nowhere.
    “You know, out of you girls. Which one pees the most?” He asked more excitedly this time, leaning closer to her.
    “I don’t think we have to tell you that” Lola said, crossing her arms against her chest.
    “I mean you guys are still offering the toilet services right” He added, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
    How the hell did he know about that? “Yes we are” Michelle replied.
    “Ok, well I would like to know who has the smallest bladder?”.
    “And like my colleague said, I don’t think we have to tell you that.” it was Michelle’s turn to cross her arms
    “Well, I think you do and I guess I would like to speak to your manager then. Unless, you would like me to make a mess on your floor.”
    “C’mon Kurt just leave it. I really need to go” The woman responded, her legs jiggling under the table.
    “No, no, I’d like to see a manager.” He said, louder and more forcefully this time.
    “I’ll go get her” Lola gave in, not wanting to get involved in a shouting match and stopping before Michelle did.  A few moments later she returned with an annoyed looking Sandra behind her.
    “What seems to be the problem here?” She asked, looking accusingly at Michelle and not the customer.
    “Your staff member is refusing to answer my question, I simply asked which of your servers has the smallest bladder and they got all defensive on me.” Kurt said, leaning back in his chair.
    “So…why didn’t you tell the customer what he wanted to know?”
    “Because its private information and seemed a little sexual in nature, which we don’t tolerate.”
    “Hey you don’t have to tell me the rules, I made them.” Sandra responded. “It would be private but today its part of the service we are offering. I told you this morning to walk away if you wanted too, its too late now.”
    “Sorry about this.” She said, turning and smiling at Kurt. “I think it would probably be Sophie, she is one of only two to have relieved themselves today.” Sandra added condescendingly.
    “Why are you telling them that?” Michelle said, shocked by the revealing of such personal information from her boss.
    “They are the customer” Sandra responded matter of factually.
    “Yeah but…”
    “Look, I have a lot of work to do so if you can just not have any more arguments with the customers and get back to work please.” Their boss finished, turning and walking back to her office, stopping to point Sophie in the tables direction. A worried look on her face and a clear bulge back in her abdomen despite having released herself fully into Lola just a little while earlier.
    “Hey, Sandra said one of you wants to pee?” She asked.
    “No love, we all do” He responded, the group grinning and enjoying the look of horror on the small woman’s face.
    “But….I….There is no way I can hold 10, I’ve already got 3 in me.” Sophie whimpered.
    “Look, im sorry I think its dangerous if you all go into her.” Michelle said, trying to protect her friend from either hurting herself or disgracing herself.
    “That’s not what your boss says” Kurt said still grinning.
    “I think they might be right, just look at her. She cant hold all these, wouldn’t it be better to spread them out anyway.” The black-haired woman asked, her legs still jiggling under the table.
    “No, I want one. Now give me the tube I need to relieve myself.” He said holding his hand out.
    Reluctantly Michelle had no other choice but to hand it over, Sophie had emptied herself into Lola not long ago, she could hold this hopefully. Maybe they wouldn’t all need to go, or at least have small bladders. But going off the shuffling that was going on around the table, that first point was clearly not true.
    Sophie was looking even more nervous now, her legs already pressed tightly together before she accepted any more pee. She shuddered as Lola connected four pipes to hers and handed them to the customers, the clearly desperate woman for some reason refusing it. Maybe at least one of their group had some sort of empathy.
    Holding the devices inside their pants the four men smiled, locking eyes with Sophie as she nervously bit her thumb nail, waiting for the inevitable discomfort that would be coming her way.
    “Ned sends his regards” Kurt sneered, a wicked smile on his face as the four of them began to pee at some speed. The light-yellow liquid gurgling and rushing its way through the four connectors until meeting in the central pipe and forming a single torrent of fluid that rushed towards Sophie's already full bladder.
    “Oooooh!” Sophie groaned loudly, the rush of pee battering against her bladder and started filling it past its capacity. Her hands fell to her thighs as she doubled over, the pressure inside her unimaginable. Looking down her bladder was ballooning out faster than she thought was even possible, her stomach expanding as the four bursting bladders gleefully filled poor Sophie. Baring down on their muscles they were forcing their pee into her at a tremendous pace, watching intently as she started to squirm in front of them. Her skin stretching tighter as they inflated her with the contents of their purposefully brimming bladders. They had spent the afternoon drinking as much as possible for this moment, the 10 of them receiving texts about this place from a pissed off Ned a few hours earlier. Since then they had met up in the car park downing bottle after bottle of water or beer for this exact reason, to pump these ungrateful women as full as possible.
    “God” Sophie breathed heavily, groaning as the four bladders connected to hers continued to push their contents into her, the bulge in her abdomen becoming large and larger by the second. Finally and almost instantly the first stream died off, then the second until had stopped. Only 20 seconds had passed, the customers red faced with the effort of squeezing out their bladders contents as swiftly as possible. The wicked grins still written across their face as Sophie staggered to the side, her hands clutching her heavily distended abdomen. Breathing heavily through her nose the effort of containing such a load was taking its toll.
    “Alright, next guys are up” Kurt said, extracting the tube from his pants and holding it up for whomever wanted it next.
    “I think she is about to blow” One of the cheered as Sophie let out a guttural moan. Her head stooped and looking at the floor. Her chest heaving as she battled painful spasms and screaming muscles that had been stretched further than she could ever remember. She had never had this much pee in her before, the mass of hot liquid pressing out of her taught skin. The pressure was immense, almost too much for her brain to handle as black spots started to appear in her eyes. Stumbling again she reached a hand out for the edge of a nearby booth, only for Michelle to grab it and help guide her to where she could lean against it.
    “Come on, some of us still have to go!” One of the people around the table shouted.
    “She has had enough” Lola said, grabbing the connector from the tube dangling between Sophie's trembling legs and attaching it to herself. “But I’ll be more than happy to handle it.”
    “Handle it, you wish” One of them retorted “I’ve been holding this all day and I’m sure it’s too much for someone as small as you.” He said grabbing a connector along with 5 of the others, the black haired woman the only one to refuse again. This time it was Lola’s turn to grunt as the five streams started,  her already substantially bloated bladder expanding even more. The giant bulge pushing further and further out of her, a hiss of air escaping between her pursed lips as spasm after spasm rocked her body. After 10 seconds her quivering bladder seemed to take on a life of its own, the volume entering It causing even the top of her abdomen to grow. The tightening skin pulling up her bulge as it continued to grow to truly monstrous proportions. The five tormentors looking on with glee as the petite girl expanded with their pee.
    Next to her Michelle was still trying to help Sophie in her own battle, pulses still racing through her body after being filled more than she had ever been in her entire life. Groaning and clutching herself it was clear she couldn’t last long like this.  
    “Hey guys I need” Lacey started, rushing up behind them.
    “Sorry, we are in the middle of something” Michelle replied, too busy watching Sophie. She had to do something, or her friend would definitely not make it another minute let alone until the other waitresses got back. Sweat was rolling down her quaking body, Sophie's eyes still closed as she did her best to control herself. “Sophie, use me. I can take a bit.” Michelle said calmly, she wasn’t sure how true that was but she had to do something.”
    “But I…” Lacey started behind them.
    “What?” Michelle asked slightly annoyed, couldn’t she see they were in trouble already.
    But as she turned around she could see Lacey herself was in trouble, a substantial bulge forcing its way out her body. Her curly dark blonde hair sticking to her clammy skin, then with a final shudder she groaned as a highly pressurised stream started to fall between her shaking legs. The clear liquid wrapping around her legs and spilling onto the floor as Lacey’s hands shot up to her face to hide her shame. “Fuckkkk” she groaned, despite the embarrassment the release was pure pleasure, customer after customer filling until she just couldn’t hold it one second more. She had been about to ask Lola to help her, just as she had done Sophie but now it was too late.
    “Drink and a show!” A couple of the customers now watching Lacey piss herself cheered, clinking their glasses together. “Another Round, we can do this all  day!” Kurt shouted, making Michelle shudder. She was sure the lot of them would like nothing more than to spend all day here filling them all up as much and as frequently as possible until none of them remained dry.
    “Dirty bitch cant control herself” He chastised Lacey, pulling a phone out and seemingly going to take a photo or video of her accident.
    Finally! Michelle thought to herself, something she could kick these guys out for. Forcibly grabbing the phone from his hand she stopped and deleted the recording, with half a mind to throw it at him.
    “Hey, that’s my phone” He shouted.
    “Yeah and we have a strict no phone policy. If we see one we usually ask people to put them away but given that you were actually recording her which is an offense, im going to have to ask you all to leave.”
    “What a joke” He said, standing angrily. “Let go guys we can find somewhere else. Enjoy our deposit” he said loudly, leaning over to say it in Sophies ear as he passed her. Swinging the door open the group started to file out, giving the girls glares of distain despite what they were clearly trying to do to them. Soon only the desperate woman was left sitting at their booth.  “Im sorry, if I move I think I might loose it” she said, a slight grimace on her face which was reddening by the second.
    “Its ok, you weren’t part of the problem. If you can hang on for a moment longer I can see if we can do something to help.” Getting a nod from her, Michele’s attention returned to Sophie, a few drops of pee rolling down her bare thighs. She was losing it, wait! Turning she looked at Lacey who had just finished emptying herself on the floor. The large puddle expanding still as it worked its way across the even floor. “Lacey, I need your help.”
    “Oh god that feels so much better, I don’t even care. What do you need?”
    “I need you to take in some of what Sophie has in her.”
    “Wait what! I’ve only just emptied myself im not sure I can handle doing it again. My muscles are too tired.”
    “Look, you don’t have to take all of it, just enough so Sophie isn’t like this. Plus, Sandra hasn’t seen this yet so if you do this for me Ill go grab something to clean up this mess before you lose your overtime.”
    Lacey looked around for a few moments, the relatively empty restaurant was quiet now the loud group had left. Just 4 other tables, she could do this. Nodding Lacey grabbed the tubing and Michelle went to grab a bucket and mop. Somehow the ruse worked and a couple of minutes later she was emptying the slightly acrid smelling water down the drain in the ladies room. Sandra hadn’t seen, so she didn’t need to know.
    Returning to the table she could see Sophie and Lacey once again struggling with the bladders, Lola having returned to the desk. “How are you feeling”.
    “A bit better, thanks Lacey. Although….I really don’t think I can hold even this much.”
    “Do you think you can take more?” Michelle asked Lacey who was rubbing her own bladder with one hand. A small bulge present again in her stomach.
    “Maybe later, but I don’t think I can at the moment. My muscles are still on fire down there, im sorry.”
    “No its ok, thank you!” Michelle replied earnestly, she had been a little harsh on her earlier but hopefully Lacey knew it was just from the panic of the situation.
    “Oh god” Sophie whimpered as she squirmed again, her bladder still easy to see in its bloated form despite what ever she had put into Lacey. “Do…Do you think Lola could help again?” she whispered to Michelle.
    “I maybe, I didn’t really see her after being filled up by those guys but I imagine she must be pretty full. But we can go ask her and maybe we can share it out between a few of us.”
    “Yeah…that would be good” Sophie concluded, doubled over she carefully walked to the desk where Lola was stood, her hands cupping her bladder.
    “Um…Excuse me?” The black-haired woman at the table asked, her hands now firmly between her legs.
    “Sorry, can you wait like 2 more minutes and someone will be right with you” Michelle asked, aware how she must be feeling.
    “Um…I’ll try.”
    Passing the slow moving Sophie, Michelle went ahead to ask Lola about being used again, but as she rounded the corner of the desk something caught her eye.
    “Holy fuck” She almost shouted.
    Lola’s short stature had hidden the true extent of her bladder behind the tall desk, but now coming around it was impossible not to see it. The tiny woman looked more than 9 months pregnant, her bladder pushing inches out of her and more than doubling her waistline. It was a good job they were naked, otherwise there was no way her clothes would have fit around her monstrously bloated bladder.
    “Yeah it’s a lot, its definitely more than I’ve ever held before” Lola said, a look of pain overcoming her for a moment as something indie her spasmed.
    “How are you not exploding right now”
    “Well, I cant lie its getting hard now. But its always good to test your limits” She said, a forced and pained smile on her face.
    “Holy fuck” Came a cry from Sophie who had just caught up with them and was now seeing the same rotund mass perilously pushing out of Lola. “How is it even possible for one person to hold that much?”
    “I guess, bladders can stretch a lot. People just don’t push themselves as much as I have to know where the limits are.” Lola said calmly.
    “Well its bloody impressive…Do…Do you think I could do that one day?” Sophie asked, getting a strange look from Michelle and Lola.
    “What do you mean?” Lola asked, confused.
    “Like, get better at holding. Im sick of being the one to always having to rush off to pee. It would be nice ”
    “Sure I guess…just don’t hurt yourself.” Lola said, the others aware of the irony given just how much Lola was currently holding. There was no way that was normal.
     
    The other part of it was something Sophie didn’t want to admit. On the walk over she had felt something inside her, the weight of her bladder pressing on something, a part of her that was causing pleasure to radiate around her body with every step. She had never felt anything like it before, It was strangely addictive in a way. Shuffling again she felt her bladder pulse with pain and then with pleasure, causing her purse her lips.
    “Are you ok Sophie” Michelle asked
    “I…oh yeah im good, I want to try and hold it.” Sophie stammered, blushing madly and feeling embarrassed about almost being caught enjoying this.
    Noticing a hand waving from across the room Michelle swore in her head, she had forgotten about that woman again. Could she handle another bladder, if she did she was sure that never mind Sophie but she herself would be near breaking point. Her bloated bladder was already causing the occasional spasm and peak of discomfort, but looking around she couldn’t help but realise she was probably in the best position of any of them. Grabbing the tube she walked over, the womans face becoming more relaxed after spotting the equipment in her hand.
    “Sorry about that, your friends did a number on a couple of my friends.” Michelle admitted.
    “Yeah I can see that, im really sorry” she replied, jiggling furiously on the spot.
    “Not your fault, but I can let you pee if you want too?”
    “Into you?” She asked, clearly concerned about something.
    “If that’s ok?” Michelle added, wondering what the look was for.
    “Its just, you look pretty full and I mean, ive got a pretty big bladder”
    “But you seem to…”
    Yeah I know I look desperate, those guys I was with also know I have a big bladder. They kept forcing me to drink more and more, I think I must have had more than a gallon of water by the time we arrived, plus a few beers. So Im really dying, but I don’t want to cause any more issues for you guys.”
    “No its ok, its our job and I appreciate you trying.”
    “If you are sure, is there no one more empty than you?” The woman asked, the complete opposite of the purpose her group had come here with.
    “I don’t know…” But Michelle was interrupted by the front door opening again. “Oh thank god” she said, recognising Trudy returning from her lunch break.
    “Trudy!” she shouted, waving her over.
    “I need you to take this customer”
    “Bit I’ve only just got back Michelle.” She pleaded.
    “I’ll take that sift you wanted to swap next week”
    “Ok fine” Trudy said, taking off her clothes in the middle of the room and making a bit of a scene. Thankfully there were just 2 other tables, Melody having finished up with another of hers.
    Helping connect the tubes and handing one to the squirming woman Michelle watched a powerful burst flow into the tube. She hadn’t been lying about needing to go. A look of relief washing over her face.
    “Oooohh, I forgot how this felt.” Trudy complained. The flow continuing 30 seconds later as Michelle witnessed her friend’s bladder starting to really bloat out of her.
    “Holy fuck how much have you got in you” Trudy grunted, only getting a slight whimper from the woman in response. 5 more seconds, then 10, 15 seconds passed as the flow continued. “How can one woman hold so much!” Trudy all but shouted as her bladder continued to swell inside her. Another 10 seconds and she couldn’t handle the insurmountable pressure building inside her. Pain and muscles spams rocketing through her, being filled so quickly was destroying her ability to control it.
    “Oh god im going to burst, you have to stop.” Trudy cried
    “Im sorry im trying!” The customer said, grunting.
    “Try harder!”
    “I’ve been holding it in all day and I’ve had so much to drink” The woman pleaded. But finally, after another few seconds the stream stopped.
    “Holy fuck, Holy fuck, Holy fuck” Trudy stammered, her eyes wide and both hands between her legs. “what the fuck was that, im worse off than when I went on break!” She winced, a powerful wave squeezing her bladder.
    “Im sorry” The woman said, her hands still between her crotch and gurning slightly. “I’ve got to go”, she said, standing up out the door. Running along the windows she suddenly stopped just a few feet from the building. Her legs crossing and bending over, she was clearly still battling her own bladder. Then after a few moments they watched as her black jeans started darkening even more, light reflecting from streams of pee that were soaking through the heavy fabric. A puddle rapidly spreading from her on the pavement as she continued to piss herself. The quantity of drinks she was forced to drink, combined with only a partial pee, weakening her control too much.
    “I cant hold this” Trudy whimpered, dancing on the spot. “I’ve got to go again.” She continued, grabbing her dress and throwing it back on before rushing out of the door and past the still peeing customer. Michelle didn’t know what her plan was, where could she possibly be going. But picking up her friend’s things including Trudy’s underwear, she bundled them up and went to hide them behind the desk. Sandra hadn’t seen her yet so she might get away with her thinking it was still her lunch break. She definitely owed her that much, there was no way she could have taken that woman’s bladder. Especially if only a partial pee had that much impact on a completely empty one.
     
    “I swear if those guys don’t get back soon im going to piss myself like Lacey” Melody said, the group now together behind the main desk. For the first time that day the whole place was empty, the last table thankfully for Sophie not asking to use the facilities before leaving.
    Looking over at the slightly wider set woman, Michelle could see the large bulge pressing out of Melody. Her bladder like Michelle’s own filled by multiple customers and denied any relief. Now only them and the ever-expanding Lola were left having had no relief all day. Their friends losing control or in Sophies case using Lola.
    “You can use me if you want too?” Lola offered to Melody, despite the fact she was now clearly sweating and breathing heavily. The weight of her bladder wreaking havoc with her body, yet still she offered to hold more for these guys.
    “What no! The amount I have in me would be too much for even you at this point. I can hold it.” The purple haired waitress said confidently. Although she wasn’t too sure, her body similarly reacting to the intense need to pee she felt. The effort causing sweat to build on her brow, the purple dye in her hair coming off and turning the roots of her hair a light shade of pink.
    Thankfully they didn’t have to wait long as just after half past 3 the other waitresses started to walk back in. Their lunch time over and looking far more relieved, they strolled back in to see the remaining 5 bobbing and dancing in desperation. All marvelling at the size of Lola as she still somehow contained the vast ocean of pee from more than a dozen people.
    “Thank god they are back, I was like 5 minutes from weeing myself” Melody said again, the relief easy to hear in her voice.
    “Should we go ask Sandra?” Sophie said, her own need quite substantial at this point.
    “Ask Sandra what?” Came the voice of their boss, despite wearing shoes they swore she somehow moved around silently.
    “The place is empty and I…We, would really use a break.” Said Michelle, the others nodding in agreement.
    “Well I suppose since the place is empty I cant see any reason why no…”
    The sentence was interrupted as the front door swung open, loudly hitting the door stop.
    “I need a bathroom” A woman yelled, a hand in her crotch. But that wasn’t what got the attention of the waitresses. Outside a storm of red and white striped shirts was swirling around the building, the game in the stadium ending and sending hundreds of fans their way.
    “No, No, No, No!” Melody shouted, seeing where this was going.
    As they watched a line formed, quickly stretching out of the door and around the side of the building. Pee dances filled the streets as people waited, not to use the restaurant for what it was designed for but just to pee into them. Apparently there had been no restrooms at the match, now two hours later the supporters were bursting and looking for a way to release themselves of the burden of their bladders.
    “We cant take this many, its insane!” Melody stated, turning to look at Sandra.
    “If you want your pay you better take them, as long as they buy something.” Their boss said, walking towards the line.
    “You cant be serious, there must be like 100 of them.” Michelle said following her closely.
    “Better get started then. Look, the sooner you deal with them the sooner you can go on break”
    “Only paying customers” Sandra said loudly to those waiting.
    “Oh god, ill buy whatever you want. Please just help me” The brunette at the front pleaded with Michelle.
    “Im holding 6 already, plus my own. I cant take this!” Melody said loudly as Sandra walked away.
    “I…Ok come with me” Michelle gave in, the pleading and desperate eyes of the woman winning her over.
    “You….oh my god.” Melody whimpered, giving in to the fact that this was happening, despite her already bulging bladder she would just have to suck it up and take more. “OK, you” she said pointing at a random guy second in the line. “You buying something?” Getting a nod she sighed heavily. “Fine, come this way.”
    Sitting her customer in the booth Michelle prepared herself, the wild fidgeting of the customer doing nothing for her need. “What can I get you?” she asked. “I, I just need to pee” The woman stammered back. “Im afraid we are only offering it to paying customers, once you order something, I can help you.” Michelle replied calmly, she hated the fact that it had crossed her mind but the longer she took with each customer the less she would have to deal with. But given there were now 8 empty bladders to use, she figured it was only fair.
    “I’ll have a coffee then”
    “Ok great. Now take this” she said handing the woman the end of the catheter. “Put that under yourself and then feel free to let go.” Hastily the woman quickly undid her jeans, her light blue panties already displaying a small wet spot from where she had started to leak. Moving her panties to the side rather than pulling them down a river or pee raced out of her, the customer moaning in relief. Michelle’s face straining as she felt another bladders contents being forced into her own. The skin around her mid-section feeling tighter and ripples of what felt like static shocks starting to race across her taught skin.
    “Ooooh” she breathed out heavily.
    “Im sorry, I thought there would be toilets at the stadium but they were closed. I’ve been  waiting hours, I would have tried to get back home but its like an hour on the bus and I just know I wouldn’t have made it.”
    “Its alright” Michelle said, forcing a smile on her face.
    Soon the building was filled with the moans and groans of the waitresses, many of them hooked up to multiple desperate customers from a line that seemed endless. The sports fans spilling into their establishment and pushing their bladders contents into the tortured women working here. One customer soon became two and then three for Michelle as she felt her body trembling under her demands. The size of her bladder increasing dramatically with each customer that continued to flood into the place.
    A guttural scream filled the room, “I cant take it” Melody shouted, her whole body shuddering as it seemed to be coming apart at the seams. Her giant bladder currently being filled ruthlessly by 5 men at the same time. Their strong streams flowing down the tubs at some pace into the writhing and grunting purple haired woman. Her face covered in a pained expression as her hands held onto her expanding bladder, trying to hold it together. But it was no use, with a final pained scream it was just too much for her. “I Caaaan’t Hold it” she yelled, a hand reaching down and pulling out the Catheter just as the five guys finished filling her. Almost instantly she exploded, her pent-up piss flying in all directions as her massive bladder emptied itself. The strongest stream of pee any of them had ever seen erupting out of her tortured body, a dozen bladders worth of contents streaming out of her. The relief making her go light headed as she sank onto the cold floor, her legs wide open and the stream arching out of her and racing its way across the floor. A giant puddle starting to form around the sitting woman, apparently to far gone to care about what was happening. She had been pushed far beyond her limit and had reached a physical barrier that she just couldn’t overcome. The litres and hours’ worth of pee spilling out of her at speed. Even after 30 seconds the bulge in her abdomen refused to disappear, however the sight was too much for a number of those in the line. Three women and a man losing control of their bladders. Dark streaks forming on their trousers as they desperately lost the fight for their dignity. Their puddles of pee rapidly spilling out of their trouser legs and flowing over their shoes and onto the floor to join Melody’s.
    The two men next in line for Melody openly holding themselves, before spotting and joining the Que that had formed next to Lola. Lola was now hooked up by the entrance, sitting with her legs wide open to accommodate the truly gargantuan bladder bulge that was pressing her hips apart. Customers lined up one after another as they peed into the inflated woman, taking their relief and then handing the tube to the next waiting person. Lola’s face and chest were as red as possible, her whole body covered in a layer of sweat as beads of it collected and rolled down her now giant frame. One by one the customers came, ruthlessly pushing more and more piss into her tortured body as she writhed and groaned. She could stop it at any moment, but instead she let them continue to pump her bigger and bigger. Her bladder surpassing that of a 9 month pregnancy for someone her size, her small frame further exaggerating the truly monstrous size of it. Groaning and whimpering her hands held onto the massive organ that was almost hanging off her, Lola s face constantly grimacing as the pain overwhelmed her. Yet still more desperate customers came, grabbing a tube and peeing into her. But the sight of her distended body too much for many of the customers, not wanting to harm her and instead going to another of them or even starting to pee outside. A number of women near the rear of the line losing control and squatting in the street, a river of pee making its way into the nearby drain.
    Lola’s grunts and moans could be heard through out the building as yet more people filled her up, it was relentless. But there was nothing Michelle or the others could do, their time taken up by their own bladders being filled by lines of customers. Even Melody and Lacey who had wet themselves once already were being hooked up again, the formers large puddle still sitting on the floor. Many of the waitresses looked on the verge of control, multiple customers being hooked up to each and every one of the staff.  Grunts and cries of desperation or pain still echoing around the room from the still desperate customers and waitresses alike.
    After 10 minutes of this torturous cycle even those that had emptied themselves out at lunch were struggling. Their bladders being maxed out again almost instantly after arriving back at work. But they all knew they would surely have burst if they had not had at least some release. The fact that Lola and Michelle were still holding was a wonder to them.
    Michelle for her part was nearing the edge of her control, her own bladder now much larger than she could ever remember it being in her life. Those static like shocks she had felt earlier now turning into pulses and forks of brilliant white pain. Shooting around her body from her bladder that was stretched so tight she was starting to think If she touched anything sharp she was going to pop like a water balloon. Looking down she tried to rest a hand on it as the fifth customer finished up using her, but even the slight contact made it contract and pulse wildly. Biting her lip hard she managed to keep her groan quiet instead of yelling out like she really wanted too. This was madness she reminded herself, all this for just some more money. Was it really worth it? But looking over at the giant and panting Lola, it wasn’t just for money any more, it was to help her and the rest of the staff.
    But thankfully and mercifully as she looked up it seemed that as quickly as the line had formed, it was almost gone. The last few customers hooked up to the waitresses, two more peeing into the groaning Lola while she could see others still peeing against the outside of the building. Then the stillness that was present earlier returned, the whirlwind of fans destroying the place and the waitresses.
    “How the fuck are you not exploding right now?” Michelle asked the panting Lola, her face contorted with pain and twitching madly.
    “I….if I move im going to lose it” she whimpered.
    “I can hold a lot…but this is too, its too much.” She said, panic starting to creep in.
    “Hold on Lola, Ill go see if any one can take some. You’ve taken in so much for us it’s the least we can do. Just hold on!” Michelle said, leaving the sweating, writhing and whimpering mess of her friend still reclined and stuck in her booth. She knew that if Lola was admitting it, it had to be true.
    “Girls, I think Lola is really suffering. Do any of you think you can take a bit, just to take the edge off?”
    “Im pretty full, but maybe a little?” Lacey said.
    “I don’t think I can, im just too full already. That was like 7 guys each” Another said, the others nodding in agreement. Bulges coming out of each and every one of them as the desperately danced or stood with their legs firmly crossed. “I’ll take some, it’s the least I can do” Came a surprising candidate. Sophie who was still sporting her own bladder bulge stood up, looking far more confident in her abilities. “Fuck it, ill take a little too. She did take a lot for us.” Melody said, walking over and putting an arm around Sophie. With that a couple of others were in, if Sophie could handle it then they could too!
    Walking over to Lola who now had her hands pressing deeply in her crotch, her legs unable to close due to the sheer size of her distended bladder which was taking up the space between the tops of her thighs. “Hold on Lola, a few of us are going to help.” Michelle said as they one by one hooked themselves up to a new tube. The eight desperate women knew this was the right thing to do, but it was going to make it so much harder for them to hold for themselves.
    “Ok, you can let go now” Sophie said, the last to be hooked up.
    “But only a bit, I cant take much more” Lacey and Melody said in agreement.
    “I can hol…hol…hold it” Lola stammered, her body being shaken to its core by the powerful pulses from her over taxed bladder.
    “Don’t hurt yourself, you told me the same earlier and Its because of me you are in this position, let us help”. Sophie said, noticing a tear falling from Lola’s eye as the pain became too much. A moment later a dribble of pee entered the tube, not enough to even make it to the others. But gradually as if she was prying the door to her bladders open it picked up speed and after a few seconds a solid stream started to flow into the tube. The eight women attached to her groaning as their already full bladders took the brunt of Lola’s erupting tank.
    “Ok, ok, ok” Please. That’s all I can take” Lacey begged just a few seconds later, her hands gripping onto the side of the nearby table.
    “Im stopping, im stopping” Lola said, but the river continued.
    “Im too full” Melody groaned, her own tired muscles complaining loudly having lost control minutes before.
    But after just 15 seconds the stream in the tube stopped, Lola somehow regaining control over her titanic bladder. From the outside it seemed that the pee had barely made a dent, her bulge barely reducing if at all. Despite that it seemed to have really helped Lola. She was still breathing heavily, her face and chest red with exertion, but her posture and expression looked far more relaxed now. The opposite of Sophie, whose eyes were wide a she stood unmoving. Breathing heavily through her nose Michelle was worried she was about to loose it too. But somehow, she held on.
     
    “What is going on here?” Sandra asked, appearing out of nowhere once again.
    “We need to go on break, now” Michelle replied, all to aware that the minor relief Lola was feeling would be gone in minutes. The forks of pain in her own bladder transforming into a solid stabbing sensation, causing her to wince.
    “Well, its only an hour till we close. Seems a bit pointless to let you go now” Her boss said callously. Her apparent disregard for Lola and her’s feelings boiling her blood. Half Michelle’s mind wanted to pin Sandra down and connect her up and let the entire staff empty themselves into their boss who clearly didn’t care about them. She would enjoy watching as the 11 of them filled her up with the dozens of customers worth of piss still coursing through their bladders.
    “We are going. We are legally owed a lunch break, which we will be taking now.” Michelle said, not taking a no for an answer. Aware of the fact the deep pulses from her bladder getting worse by the moment. She couldn’t imagine what Lola was going through or for that matter what Sophie was going through, the ordinarily pee prone blonde holding far more than she would have thought she would have been able too.
    “Well, I guess you have been here all day.” Sandra conceded.
    “Oh thank god” Melody breathed out, her own bladder just as full as it was before the rush of fans despite losing control.
    “Can you grab these guys things?” Michelle asked Melody, aware that the less the three of them had to move the better. Herself, Sophie and Lola teetering on the edges of control, their bodys trembling and fighting them to ,make them release their bladders.
    “Yeah sure” Melody said, racing off to the staff room as fast as her full bladder would let her. Returning a few moments later she had a slightly worried look on her face. “I think we might have a problem” ,she said holding up the skin tight leggings Lola had worn to work that day, there was no way they would fit her massively bloated body now.
    “I picked the wrong day to wear those” Lola half joked.
    “What are we going to do?” Melody asked, bobbing on the spot as Lola’s leggings flapped in her hand.
    A dinging noise alerted the group, the front door opening once again as a pair of gruff men walked in.
    “Hi, sorry to bother you, could we use a bathroom please. You’re the only place still open.” One of them said.
    Lola’s eyes went wide, she had just filled everyone to capacity, her friends had put their bodies on the line for her. Now there were two more customers, two more bladders to empty. Her breathing became shallow, she was the only one who could do this, the others didn’t have the strength.
    “Yeah sure” She said standing on shaky legs, getting a worried expression from the two men as they watched the bloated woman stumble towards them.
    “Are you ok?” he asked
    “I yeah im fine” Lola said, handing him a catheter.
    “Uhhhh…” He said looking confused at it.
    “The water main is out, if you want to…relieve…. yourselves, you can go into me.” Lola shuddered, the momentary rest bite from the others taking her load already gone.
    “What!” he said dropping the tube. “Sorry, no I mean, the main is fixed. We have been out there all day but the water should have come back on like an hour ago?” He asked as much as said.
    Now Lola’s eyes were wide for a different reason, relief was at hand if these men were to believed.
    “Wait, we can pee!” Melody shouted, the other waitresses looking excitedly at each other.
    “I…uh yeah, so can I use your toilet or…?” He asked, still looking bemused at the room full of naked, bursting women who had seemingly spent the day letting their customers pee into them.
    “Yeah sure its over there” Lola said pointing towards the men's room. The two engineers walking towards and pushing the door open. As soon as it swung closed a mad dash started, the quiet clunk of the wood like a starting pistol as the dozen women darted for the ladies room. They knew it only had two stalls, it would be a race to see who got their first, unfortunately for Michelle Lola and Sophie, they had found themselves the wrong side of the group. They had been about to go out the door, not to the toilets they had thought were still out of order.
    “Wait!” A loud voice shouted as the first hands reached the door.
    Walking out of her office came Sandra. “Lola, Michelle, you should go. You are both the only ones who have managed to last all day without disgracing themselves or using someone else. I think its only fair you both go first and then I guess Sophie and Lacey had better be next.”
    Looking at each other in disbelief, Lola and Michelle couldn’t believe it. Their boss had actually just done something nice for them. Without wanting to wait for her to change her mind the pair rushed as fast as their bulging bladders would allow them. Sophie helping Lola along the way as the other waitresses stood to the side, letting them past while they danced in line.
    Opening the door the pair all but fell into the stalls, the doors closing with Sophie waiting outside having helped Lola in. As soon as they sat their aching and abused bodies took over. Powerful streams erupting out of both of them, their speed and ferocity enough to make Michelle worried she was about to break through the ceramic bowl. But after a few seconds all worry’s ebbed away, her distended and giant bladder relaxing as spasms still raced through her tortured body. The pair of them groaning loudly in the absolute pleasure of finally peeing after so long and so much holding. Their groans and moans of pleasure reverberating through their stall and loud enough to enter the main room where the waiting women’s desperate dances only increased in ferocity as a response.
    Their twin streams continued for some time, but after more than two minutes of pure bliss Michelle was empty. Her aching muscles trembling and burning with a tired energy as if she had been working out. Pins and needs seemingly flowing across her now empty bladder in a sensation she had never felt before. Looking under the cubicle door she could see Sophie's bare feet dancing up and down as she paced around outside the cubicles. Michelle tried to stand but found no strength in her legs, taking a deep breath she pulled herself off the seat. Opening the door she let Sophie push through, sitting on the toilet and letting her own stream out as a new set of moans filled the room.
    Sophie hated to admit it, but it felt so good to pee! She had never really wanted to push herself to hold more, but after watching everyone hold today and realising that she could hold much more than she thought possible, she was resolute that she would hold more in the future. After just over a minute she too ran dry, all the while Lola had continued to empty out, her heavy and ragged breathing filling the room as she panted.
    “Oh fuck” Lola said out loud as the sound of splashing water filled the room.
    “Did you break the toilet?” Sophie asked, flushing her toilet and standing up.
    “No….I think I filled it.”
     
    The end.
     
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    Markj9494 got a reaction from arg08 in The Company retreat   
    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.
     
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    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?
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    Hey guys, here is my next story commission, university tales seem to be all the rage at the moment so it was fun to throw my hat into the ring.
    The build up for this story is slow, it might not be for everyone as such but I hope you enjoy!
     
     
    The holders of Iron house
     
    Chapter 1: Arrival
    The amber light of a desk lamp filled the darkened room, a shadow cast by the unmoving figure of a tall woman sitting in a high back chair near the curtained window.
    “Finally” she muttered to herself, looking down at the electronic tablet in her hands as a wicked smile appeared on her shadowy face. It had taken months if not years of waiting and planning but finally she thought she had what she was looking for. The exact reason she had been put in charge of this establishment.
    A soft knock at the door caught her attention, a brief moment of panic flashing across her mind before she quickly put the device in her desk drawer and slid it closed. The mahogany wood clunking softly as she took a moment to compose herself, her hands folding together as she rested them on the top of her desk.
     
     
    As Eloise stood in the university hallway, she couldn’t help but be slightly nervous feeling the multitude of butterflies gathering in her stomach. Trying to distract herself she studied the large door in front of her, her eyes falling on an old inscription carved into the wood “Strenuis Ardua Cedunt”. The faded lettering meaning nothing to her, but the age and way they had been inscribed was yet another indication of the calibre of university she had been accepted into.
    She was already a couple of minutes late after getting lost in the large admin building and she didn’t want to give a bad impression on her first day, stepping forwards she knocked the door a couple of times.
    After a brief pause a muffled “come in” passed through the thick wood, easing her nerves slightly.  Turning the handle she stepped into the large office, its occupant sitting at a large desk near the centre of the room which curiously still had its curtains drawn.
    “Um…I’m Eloise Western” She said awkwardly walking towards the woman’s desk, her hands fidgeting slightly behind her back.
    “Ah yes, the French student that will be joining us. Welcome, and I must say your English is excellent.” The woman in front of her said, standing to greet and shake her hand.
    “Thank you, my farther worked for the embassy so I had good teachers.” Eloise responded, kicking herself for the unneeded exposition. This wasn’t a job interview she had already gotten in, but there was something about this room that was making her uneasy.
    “That explains it, please take a seat.” The woman said, indicating to the chair in front of her desk.
    “Thank you” Eloise said, perching slightly on the edge of her seat.
    “No need to be nervous, I greet all our foreign students. It’s a good way to gauge language skills and see if there is anything we can do to help in your transition. Moving away can be difficult for young students, especially to another country.” The smartly dressed woman said, somewhat addressing the elephant in the room.
    “Thank you” Eloise said again, sighing in relief. She had been slightly late to be accepted, going through their secondary referral programme and had been worried there had been a mix up or even that they were reconsidering her place.
    “Unfortunately, you have missed the welcome talks that were held yesterday. But I do have a couple of things I can give you.” Rummaging in her desk the woman pulled out a small parcel of items and placed it on the desk.
    “So, here is your welcome pack, it includes all the information about what is on the campus, opening times and a map.” She said handing across a binder that Eloise took from her. “Here is your class schedule, there is also an online version if you would prefer. All your log on information is in the pack too. Finally here is a smart watch and fitness tracker that we give to all our students.”
    “A fitness tracker?” Eloise questioned, picking up the metallic watch and giving it a once over in her hand.
    “Oh don’t worry, we don’t actually track your fitness.” She said smiling, “we pride ourselves on student wellbeing and try to make sure you all have something like this so that you can look after your own health. University can be a stressful time and letting our students have the ability to track these things has proven effective at lowering burn out and breakdowns. Think of it as an early warning system for stress levels and a way of letting you realise how hard you are working. Equally a number of…extracurricular, activities may be run by people who ask you to show them things before taking part in anything.”
    “Extracurricular?”
    “Yes, well as you know this university is largely a medical institution and as such there is a constant development of emerging fields. Some of which may ask students to take part in…they are all safe of course.” She added, a little too quickly for Eloise’s liking.
    “Those watches also function as student id and key card. So, if you plan on using anything on the campus you will need to keep that on you at all times. We are on the very cutting edge of what we do here, can’t have just anyone walking around the buildings can we.” Looking up at the woman’s face there it was again, that smile that was becoming less and less convincing with everything that was leaving the poshly dressed woman’s mouth.
    “Now then, I don’t want to take up any more of your time. I’m sure you have things to move in, which reminds me. You will be staying in Iron house, its marked on the map in your pack.” She finished up, motion her hand to indicate for Eloise to stand.
    “Ok, well thank you again for the introduction.” Eloise said, thankful for the information but a little perturbed by some of the other information she had been given. She was already getting the feeling that there was more to this university than met the eye.
    “My pleasure, oh and Eloise. Welcome to Galgani University”
    Nodding and waving the small pack of things at the school master she quietly closed the door behind her and let out a sigh. She didn’t know what it was, but that woman really put her on edge for some reason.
    Slipping the watch onto her wrist she heard it beep, the screen lighting up and displaying her name and the current time. Scrolling through it as she walked down the road she studied the various apps from fitness and biometrics to a lesson planner and map, this thing really seemed to have it all. It couldn’t have been cheap to give every student one of these, but then again Galgani was one of the top universities.
    Following the little triangle on the screen Eloise quickly found herself stood outside a large three-story building, the elegant and new housing far exceeding her wildest expectations. The usual damp and dingy student accommodation she had been told about and seen on tv shows was nowhere to be seen.
    The door to the building opened quickly, a skinny blonde-haired woman throwing a bag over her shoulder and rushing out.
    “Sorry” she hastily said, pushing past Eloise and running towards the main campus as she quickly fastened name badge to her shirt.
    Despite being taken aback slightly, Eloise paused taking a moment to double check she was in the right place. Walking slowly up the small path she tentatively turned the door handle, a beep from her watch and the door at the same time clearly indicating that even these doors were locked to anyone but those living in them.
    Pushing the door open she was greeted by the sight of a dozen or more carboard boxes and plastic tubs strewn across the large hallway.
    “What did you forget this time?” A voice called out from the doorway to her left.
    “Um, hello?” Eloise said quietly to the unseen person. A head suddenly poking out of the doorway to her right with a surprised look on her face.
    “Oh…sorry I thought you were Summer coming back for something….Who are you?”
    “Im Eloise, I think im your new house mate.” She replied. The slightly suspicious look on the short brunette’s face disappearing instantly.
    “Cool, sorry I didn’t mean to be weird I just didn’t recognise you and I thought everyone had moved in yesterday.” the woman said, stepping out of her room. “Im Kay by the way” she said holding out her hand.
    “Guys, we have a new flatmate” She shouted loudly, the cry reverberating up the open house and soon footsteps could be heard as a number of people came down the stairs.
    “No need to look worried, no one bites” Kay joked, Eloise apparently unable to keep the apprehension off her face as the group formed around her.
    “Hey, I’m Allie” the first woman introduced herself, stepping off the bottom step of the stairs and shaking her hand. The blond-haired woman clearly making the most of being a student, currently dressed in a pair of jogging bottoms and loose-fitting top that was several sizes too large for her. Although judging by her untidy hair, it wouldn’t have surprised Eloise if she had only just woken up despite it being almost lunch time.
    “Eloise” she responded with her name.
    “Ah bonjour” the next woman said, the tall black-haired woman looking as If she was about to head out for a run, dressed entirely almost head to toe in form fitting spandex.
    “You speak French?” Eloise asked, she hadn’t expected to meet anyone who did here.
    “Uh, well actually no. But you’re French right?” she asked, her cheeks slightly reddening as she was called out.
    “Yes, how could you tell?”
    “Faint accent and the name is a bit of a giveaway. Im Vanessa” the confident woman announced “and that’s Julia and Zara” she said, pointing to the two remaining women who simply waved at her. “That’s all of us that are in at the moment, I think Summer is at work and Lucy is out somewhere doing something.”
    “Its nice to meet you all” Eloise said, glad to see Kay had been right about the group being friendly. They all seemed to be getting along with each other which was another good sign.
    “Do you need a hand moving your stuff, are you parked outside?” The tall black-haired woman introduced as Julia asked, pushing her large black rimmed glasses up her nose slightly.
    “Uh, no thanks. I’ve got everything in here.” Eloise replied, stepping to the side and revealing the small suitcase she had with her.
    “Is that all you brought?” Kay asked, clearly shocked and accidentally revealing that all of these boxes probably belonged to her.
    “Yeah, I mean I came on a plane and I moved around a lot as a kid so I never really had much stuff.”
    “Don’t let Lucy hear that, she will have a field day taking you out for some retail therapy.” Vanessa laughed.
    “So…do you all know each other then?” Eloise asked, uncomfortable that she might have suddenly joined a group where everyone knew each other well already. Would she be able to integrate herself into the group, she had never really had a close group of friends growing up.
    “Well we are all third years and we shared some of the same classes.” Julia responded.
    “So we knew of each other, and I lived with Lucy in second year too. But this is the first time the rest of us have lived together… or really spent any time other than lectures or the occasional night out with each other.” Vanessa said, with Kay nodding along to everything she said.
    “So you’ve got nothing to worry about” Zara added, her beaming smile instantly removing all of Eloise’s worries. The darker skinned woman putting her at ease before her brow furrowed. “We should get going Vanessa, the class is in like 10 minutes”
    “Wait, classes have already started!” Eloise asked nervously, starting to fumble with her watch to check her timetable.
    “Oh sorry, no we have an exercise class up at the campus gym. I didn’t mean to panic you. But you are more than welcome to join us, if you have anything to wear in that tiny bag of yours?”
    Putting a hand to her chest Eloise breathed a sigh of relief, “Maybe next time.”
    “Sure thing” Zara finished, nodding her head at the door to Vanessa as the two of them left the newbie to the others.
     
     
    “So your room is the last door on the left, kitchen and lounge are the doorway on the end there and finally there are two shower cubicles up the stairs on the right” She said. “Don’t worry the door doesn’t lead straight in, there are another two doors, so you probably won’t walk in on anyone using them.” Kay said, a telling smile on her face suggesting she had done that at some point.
    “Ok thank you, I guess ill go unpack” Eloise responded, still feeling a little overwhelmed by all the new faces.
    “Shouldn’t take you long” Allie joked as they all went back to their own rooms.
    She wasn’t wrong, but walking into her room Eloise was still pleasantly surprised by it. The relatively barebones bedroom had a large bed, chest of drawers and tiny ensuite bathroom. It looked more like a cupboard or afterthought than a real bathroom, but at least it would give her some privacy. Putting her belongings away she sat on the bed, the realisation of where she was and what she was doing setting in for the first time. She wasn’t the sort of person to get home sick, but even still she could feel the anxiousness about her new start away from everything she knew getting the better of her.
    Picking up her mug she grabbed the small bag of goodies her mum had given her and headed for the kitchen. If there was one thing her mother always use to say, it was that a cup of tea can help any situation feel better. Although that could have just been her British heritage coming through.
    Nervously playing with the Uni welcome pack Eloise walked through the doorway she had been shown earlier and found a rather large kitchen and dinging room combo. The numbered cupboards matching the room numbers, opening her designated one she was unsurprised to find it completely empty. She would have to find a shop to grab some things before they shut later.
    Turning on the kettle she brought out her mug, one of the few belongings she had made sure to bring with her. An old and browned piece of porcelain she had used for as long as she could remember. The outside of it emblazoned with a phoenix logo from the soccer team that played in the town her mother came from in New Zealand. She had never been, but perhaps this summer would be the perfect opportunity to travel and relax after her studies.
    Watching the steam rise from the cup as she poured the water in, she could already feel its calming effects.
    “There is milk in the door if you want any” Julia said having silently entered the room barefoot.
    “Thank you that’s very kind, but I prefer it black.” Eloise responded, recovering from being slightly startled by her new housemate.
    “Fair, you looking at what optional to do?” The tall woman said, indicating to the welcome pack Eloise had left laying open on the table.
    “Optional?”
    “Yeah, so you don’t get any in first term but next term you can pick from a few different modules. Kind of like choosing your major subject for the next two years, but think of them as kind of taster sessions.”
    “Oh ok, so does everyone here do the same major?”
    “No, im not 100% sure what Summer does, but I think the rest of us are all on different majors. But we all do the Urodynamics module each term, its pretty much mandatory if you haven’t chosen something like that as your main subject.”
    “Ah ok, I guess those are the classes you all have together?”
    “Some of us yeah, but there are so many people there are multiple classes so its not guaranteed.”
    “I suppose this place is known for it, so it makes sense they make everyone study it. It just surprised me how many other course options there are, its almost like any other non-specialised academy.” Eloise said, taking a sip of her slightly too warm tea.
    “True, we are mainly set up for Urology and you will see its impact on everything you study even if its kind of unrelated…” She paused for a moment, clearly thinking about some memory. “what subject are you doing by the way?” Julia asked, cracking a couple of eggs into a frying pan.
    “Im actually just a urology student, I mean this is one of the top-rated institutions for it” Eloise responded.
    “Cool! We don’t get as many as you might expect. I think a lot of people decide that the few modules we do on it are enough, they can be kind of intense.”
    “Intense?”
    “Lets just say there are a lot of practical’s and the school motto will make a lot more sense after your first end of year test”
    “I second that, Allie said, sauntering through the door and sliding a couple of pieces of bread into the toaster after briefly checking for blue spots. “Strenuis Ardua Cedunt, Adversity Yields to Endeavour” She added, a hint of sarcasm evident in how she spoke.
    “But don’t worry its nothing bad, plus the modules will prepare you for them. I didn’t have any problems with them and even Allie scored some of the highest marks” Julia said, worried they were freaking the new student out.
    “Hey, what do you mean EVEN Allie.” But as she unscrewed the cap to her milk and recoiled from the smell, any feigned annoyance disappeared. “We need new milk?” She said, her eyes still narrowed by the smell as she went to pour it down the sink.
    “How long have you all been here, I thought someone said you al moved in yesterday?” Eloise said, wondering how the milk could already be gone off I that was true.
    “Oh yeah we did, I brought this from home. I don’t think a day in the car was good for it.” Allie replied, clearly understanding the meaning behind the question.
    “Oh ok, well I need to grab some food later if you wouldn’t mind showing me the shop in a bit?” Eloise asked.
    “Sure thing, I’ll just have my breakfast and we can head down. Its not far.”
    “Perfect, Thank you!”
    Sitting back at the table with her cup of tea she was quickly joined by Julia and Allie who was carrying a large plate of what looked like half a loaf of toast covered in Nutella, paired with an almost comically giant sports direct mug of coffee.
    Flipping through her Phone she took a quick photo of her tea, sending it to her mum and dad to let them know she was settling in fine. Part of her wondering what they would get up to now they had no one to look after, her and her two brothers having all moved out over the last few years.
    Looking at her welcome pack Eloise familiarised herself with the history of the campus, much of which she was already familiar with and was a large part of why she had chosen this university to study at. The pages filled with photos of smiling students, lab equipment and things you could buy from the student shop. Glancing at the faces of the students she wondered for a moment if any of them needed to pee while their photos were being taken. Blinking and frowning at herself she was caught out by her strange thoughts which she wasn’t sure why it had come to her. Although going off what her housemates had just said and the classes she would be involved with, it seemed like a strong possibility some of them did need to pee. Their hidden desperation caught on camera for all students to look through at their leisure.
    “Alright then, should we head out?” Allie asked, tipping the rest of her coffee into her mouth and standing up.
    “Yeah sure” Eloise replied, glad to have something to distract her from her own weird and invasive thoughts. Walking towards the door It swung open, revealing a slightly sweaty looking Vanessa and Zara, returning from their exercise class and swigging from large water bottles.
    “Hey, you guys off out?” Zara asked, wiping her head with her forearm.
    “Just going to the shop if either of you need anything?” Allie replied.
    “Actually, mind if I join you. I still need some odds and ends” Vanessa said, throwing her gym bag into the corner, draining the rest of her bottle before turning back towards the door. “ We can give you a quick tour of the campus on the way if you want?” The dark-haired woman added.
    “That would be really nice if you don’t mind.” Eloise responded. She had been nervous about who she would be paired up with, but it seemed as if she had gotten lucky with everyone here being so nice to her. Plus the fact they were 3rd years was really going to help her get to grips with this place quickly, something she was hoping to do so she could really focus on her studies. While it may have been true the grades didn’t matter this year, she was sure that falling behind now would hurt her later.
    “Can we stop by the coffee shop?” Allie asked, her large morning cup apparently not enough to satiate the caffeine fiend.  
    Walking down the hill from the house it seemed all the university housing had been put in one area, the roads filled with students coming and going about their businesses. Teary eyed parents waving goodbye to their children who were starting university for the first time, many looking far happier than their parents.
    “So there is a pub at the end of the road down there, but no one really goes to it other than some Philosophy students.” Vanessa said, making Eloise turn around to face her new tour guide.
    “Then if you go down that road you have the best take away as well as the onsite pub, bar and a social club. They are all run by the student’s union so the booze is pretty cheap. Then there is a courtyard coming up that has the coffee shop, a bike shop and probably some other things that I’ve not used so who knows….” She finished summarising, a few moments of silence falling between them as Eloise tried to locate everything Vanessa had just said.
    “Wow, great tour” Allie added sarcastically.
    “Well I mean pub, Bar and Coffee shop what else do you need?”
    “How about the main teaching blocks?”
    “Oh yeah, they are over the other side of the park that’s over there. If you go between the two rows of shops, carry on following the path and it takes you straight to the Uro-block.”
    “Awesome, Thank you by the way.” Eloise said, actually grateful for the quick tour even if Allie didn’t think much of it.
    “See, someone appreciates my tour. Also, all the other teaching blocks are connected to that one with signposts to them all inside and outside each door. So if you can get to that block, you should be able to find your way around from there. Oh, and before I forget that’s where the toilets are too.”
    “What do you mean that’s where the toilets are, don’t most of these places have them too?”
    “No, the only toilets are in the main teaching campus buildings.” Vanessa answered casually, as if it was perfectly normal for work places or establishments to be without one.
    “And the house?” Eloise said quizzically, unless she had been given the only one?”
    “Oh yeah, I forgot about that one in your room. I think there is one in each housing block, two in first year accommodation, but most people don’t really use them.”
    “What do you mean?” Eloise asked again, still confused by the conversation.
    I mean, most of us can hold it long enough to just go in the campus when we are there. If you cant hold It a few hours I’d be worried about surviving here for long. Plus a lot of the time things come up where you can get extra credits or even cash for helping out with studies of all kinds. No point in wasting a useful resource right.”
    “So neither of you pee at home?” She asked, turning to look at Allie.
    “I mean, I wouldn’t say never and I did a lot in first year before I really got myself under control. But honestly, I cant remember the last time I didn’t use a campus toilet.” She said casually as they walked towards the coffee shop. “Its kind of frowned upon for third years to be that needy, almost a sign of failing to lean and demonstrate what we are being taught.” She added.
    “But haven’t you been here for a day already?”
    “Yeah so?” Allie asked, reaching for the door handle and turning it.
    “You haven’t gone in all that time?”
    Vanessa couldn’t help but laugh behind her “Oh I forgot what it was like to be a freshman. Yeah, trust me over the next couple of years you will realise how inconvenient or costly it can be to pee and probably develop your own limits considerably. Although, even in first year a day wasn’t too hard for me, you might have to start working on it if you want to make the most of your time here.” She finished, the ending a little more harsh than perhaps she had meant it but the message was clear.
    “Oh, ok” Eloise said slightly sheepishly, was it so unusual to pee as often as she did, would that affect her grades? She hadn’t considered all of the extra things she might have to do when applying to this university. Its renown for studying all things bladder based now taking on a new emphasis in her mind, not only theoretical but apparently physical.
    “Hey, don’t look so glum. Everyone starts out like you, we have two years of experience on our side.” Allie tried to comfort her slightly. “And even the smallest bladders in first year are all much stronger now, Speaking of…” Allie smiled to herself as they approached the counter.
    “Hey summer, Usual please”
    “Hey Allie, sure thing.” The blonde said, smiling sweetly at her.
    “Oh and this is our new housemate by the way.”
    “Sorry I missed the move in” Summer said, offering her hand for Eloise to shake across the counter.
    “No problem, nice to meet you too” Eloise said, smiling and shaking her hand.
    “So I know Allie’s drink of choice, what are you after?”
    “Oh sorry, I’m good thank you. They are just giving me a quick tour on the way to the shop.”
    “Ah awesome. Yeah definitely feel like we have a good house this year”
    “Its only been one day” Allie joked, accepting her Coffee and paying for it with her watch that seemed identical to the one Eloise currently had on. 
    “You going the Freshers initiation later?” Summer asked, looking back towards her and ignoring Allies comment.
    “Initiation?” Eloise asked apprehensively
    “Its just a party don’t worry, no cult sacrifices or anything like that. Just cheep booze and ice breakers.” Vanessa said, stepping up and giving her own order. “Almost everyone goes to it from Urodynamics. Mainly first years but some second and third years go along, I think we have been every year and its good fun.”
    “Sure, I mean if you guys are going im happy to join.” Eloise said, not one for large parties but she was coming here to do new things so why not join in. Plus it would give her a good chance to get to know all her new housemates.
     
    It was a thought she was starting to regret as she stood in her room a few hours later looking at herself in the mirror. Her plain looking body draped in a dress she had owned for years and had hoped to fill out into at least with her top half. But to her frustration, it seemed the late flowering her mum talked about simply wasn’t happening. Ruffling the cream coloured dress she had a quick spin before heading into the on suite bathroom. After her new friends comments earlier she had put this off far longer than she had intended, trying to push herself a little. Her desperation had hit new heights when she had been putting on her matching heels, the final straw that made her realise enough was enough. Shuffling quickly to the toilet she sat down and let out a powerful stream, staring at the blank wall opposite with her arms on her thighs she sighed deeply. What was she getting herself into tonight, hopefully nothing too crazy.
    Hearing the excited rabble of a few others in the kitchen over her stream, she figured it was about time to join the others.
    Stepping into the kitchen she was met with a new face, the one remaining person to meet.
    “Uh, hi im guessing you are Lucy?” She asked, holding out a hand tentatively to the buxom and tall red head standing next to Vanessa.
    “Don’t be silly” She said, waving away the hand and coming in for a deep hug. “It’s nice to meet you Eloise, you ready to have some fun tonight?” She asked, a glint of mischief in her eyes that told her that Lucy definitely was.
    “Yeah, although im probably not going to drink too much with Lectures starting tomorrow.”
    “Haven’t you seen the Email, classes are Cancelled!”  Lucy almost yelled happily.
    Turning on her watch Eloise quickly scanned to the Email app and sure enough there it was.
    “Dear Students,
    Because of a major electrical fault, the main teaching blocks have been closed for your safety while essential repairs are made to the system. As such, all lessons are postponed until it is deemed safe to renter the buildings. Please keep an eye on your emails to make sure you don’t miss any updates.
    Sincerely, Dean Mary Johnson.”
    “Wait, so its just the teaching blocks that are closed, isn’t that a little weird?” Eloise asked, the others shrugging at her.
    “Hey, it works for me. I think Julia might be the only one upset that classes are cancelled for now.” Kay joked.
    “Yeah, so no excuses. Lets get ready to have fun!” Zara cheered loudly, the others joining in.
    That voice of regret getting a little louder in the back of Eloise’s mind, but she just had to keep reminding herself, she was here to try and see new things.
     
     
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    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!”
     
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    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.!
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    Markj9494 got a reaction from Frooger in (Request) "Peeing Into Bladder" Stories   
    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.  
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    Markj9494 got a reaction from SpaceWonderer in (Request) "Peeing Into Bladder" Stories   
    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.  
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    Commission from holdinginpee .
     
     
    Almost running down the street Michelle was cursing her broken Alarm, checking her watch she was only a couple of minutes late this time. Although as she felt her phone buzz in her pocket once again and going off the texts she hadn’t opened from her boss, she probably wasn’t going to be a good mood today. Rounding the corner of the building she slowed to a brisk walk, not wanting it to be too obvious how late she was. Looking around she could only see one other person, a blonde girl who seemed to be nervously waiting at the bust stop. The city centre unusually quiet this morning, but the sounds of not so distant road works still made it feel like normal.
    “You’re late” A shout rang out as Michelle pushed open the large mirrored doors.
    “Sorry, there was some construction or something. The bus was stuck in traffic.” She mumbled slightly, knowing it wouldn’t probably help.
    “No Excuses Michelle, team meeting in the staff room now!”
    “Can I just….”
    “No, everyone is waiting” Her boss said sternly.
    Walking in Michelle could see she was the last one to arrive, the others already disrobed and standing around naked. It was still odd to witness even after 8 months of working at Al Demur’s. She hadn’t even known this place existed until her friend Sophie had told her about it. The adult only establishment that was clearly a Hooters clone, just with less clothing. The exclusively female staff came in all shapes, sizes and skin tones and was known for waiting on the customers in the nude, it could be a little demeaning at times but the pay was just too good to turn down.
    “Hey Michelle” A voice greeted her.
    Turning around Michelle could see Ellie struggling to fasten the small apron around her back. The thin and clearly too small to be functional design not hiding anything, but apparently it cleared the food hygiene regulations. In some ways she felt a little Jealous of the three of four girls that got to wear them, although from her understanding the pay wasn’t as good.
    “What’s up with Sandra?” Michelle asked her friend, walking behind her to help tie the thin strip of fabric behind her back.
    “Thanks. No idea, just know she called this emergency meeting this morning. Didn’t you get your text’s from her?” The shorter girl asking.
    “I…uh, may have ignored them. I thought she was just going to be complaining about me being late again.” Michelle responded, finishing tying up the bow for her friend.
    “Yeah well she probably was. you really should be more careful with that. You know how strict she can be, its just a good job you bring in a lot of tips.” Ellie said as Michelle started to strip out of her clothes for her shift. Her dark skin, long shinning hair and toned athletes’ body being revealed slowly. When she had gotten accepted into university she had never thought she would end up working somewhere like this, but at least her hard work on the track was paying for it in more than one way.
    “Can I have your attention please girls” their boss Sandra shouted unnecessarily loudly for the small room they were in, the group of a dozen or so women turning to look at her.
    “So I have some bad news, there is a burst water main on the High-street and while repairs are ongoing, we do not have any water since the whole area has been turned off.” A series of murmurs went through the crowd, how could they open without water to offer customers, or clean anything.
    “Now, luckily I managed to get a large supply of water from the Wholesaler this morning which has just been delivered. So we have plenty to offer guests should they need it and for you guys as well. Also, as some of you will know the system for our washing stations run off its own water supply, it should contain enough to last the day but please take care not to waste any.” She said, her eyes scanning the group, staring intently at each of them.
    “Unfortunately, this lack of water does affect our toilets and coffee machine, but I don’t think we should have a problem. We have instant coffee that we can serve by filling the hot water machine manually with bottled water.”
    “What about the toilets, where do we go?” A voice asked nervously. Michelle recognised that voice as her friend Sophie, she didn’t know she was working this shift. Maybe she had switched with someone, something she might regret doing if the toilets were out. She was well known for being a frequent peer, the short black haired woman seemingly cursed with a small bladder. Normally it wouldn’t be too much of an issue, Michelle had many times covered for her tattooed friend as she dashed to the ladies room. But she had a feeling today wouldn’t be that easy.
    “I was getting to that” Sandra said, a displeased look on her face from being interrupted. “Now im afraid, there are no facilities available to use here, and all the other businesses around us are also closed for the day. So you are just going to have to hold it.”
    “For the whole day?” Sophie asked nervously.
    “Yes. And on that note, the customers. Since we are an establishment that has a liquor licence we must legally offer our patrons the use of facilities or be shut down. As such, I also spent the morning acquiring these to help in that matter” Sandra said, holding up a number of clear plastic tubes.
    “These are Catheters…”
    “You can’t be serious” Michelle couldn’t help but blurt out at the absurdity of what her boss was suggesting.
    “I am very much serious Michelle. You all know how much we have been struggling to draw in customers these days, this is the perfect chance to do just that. With all of the others establishments closed we are sure to pick up any stragglers and im sure once they experience our wonderful hospitality they will be back.”
    “So, we aren’t able to pee ourselves and you want us to let the customers relieve themselves in us?” Another of the waitresses asked in a similarly shocked tone.
    “Exactly” Sandra said, clearly not picking up on the disbelief of the previous statement.
    “You can’t be serious” Sophie said, repeating Michelle’s earlier sentiment.
    “Look, I know this is a little unusual. But I really think this will be good for us, and to that end and as a show of good faith I am offering triple overtime to you all.”
    A number of the women exchanged glances with that last comment, that was a lot of money for one days work. Their already generous pay check becoming absurdly large with that bonus, they could be making what someone on a minimum wage made in a month, just by holding their pee for 10 hours. They could do that right, it wouldn’t be too bad? At that moment their worry an inhibitions about such a strange things were almost instantly overcome by thoughts of new cars or holidays.
    “Well I’m in.” a voice interrupted their day dreams, it was Lola. The petite brunette picking up her notepad and seemingly getting ready for the day, unaffected by the odd bathroom measures. But it was no surprise to any of them that she would be the most comfortable with this, despite her tiny stature she never seemed to need to pee while guzzling down bottle after bottle of water. Michelle had found herself gagging for a bathroom break on only her second day of work, it was Lola that had covered for her at the time. Quickly refusing when she offered to repay the favour, even claiming that she only ever used the toilet at her home. A claim that Michelle had doubted at the time but she hadn’t been proven wrong yet, although she was sure today would test that.
    “One last thing, if any of you dare to pee yourselves or someone at the table you are working does It’ll be coming out of your wages, and you can kiss the overtime goodbye too.” Sandra finished, obviously pleased as a couple of worried glasses were exchanged between the waitresses. But with the first person agreeing, it seemed the others felt more assured and quickly followed suit. All but Michelle and Sophie had now left to get back to work.
    “Are you…are you going to do this too?” Sophie asked nervously.
    “Yeah, I mean with my college fees this could really help.”
    “Yeah, Im behind on my rent, I just…I don’t know if I will be able to last the full day without peeing.” Sophie said, blushing deeply. It was no secret she peed frequently, but it was still embarrassing to admit as much.
    “Look, if it gets too much im sure we can find some way of helping. I mean we can all share it out between us right?.” Michelle responded, although she herself wasn’t too keen on the idea of holding her pee all day. She considered herself to have a pretty large bladder but she couldn’t imagine what it was going to be like later.
    “Ok. Thanks Michelle.”
    Walking back out into the main room she could see Sandra unlocking the main doors. The young blonde woman she noticed earlier still stood outside, looking towards to road as an older gentleman walking into the place past her.
    “You alright Rob, you want the regular?” Michelle asked.
    “Yes please darlin, two…”
    “Two sugars, dash of milk and a slice of Apple pie with no cream” She finished his order, smiling at the familiarity.
    Chuckling slightly he grabbed a stool at the counter, “Look, by the time you get to my age you know what you like”
    “You ok with instant coffee, machine’s out today?”
    “Oh yeah, its all the same to me. But if you need someone to come have a look at it, I can call my son and ask him to have a look?”
    “Ah, no it’s the water main in the street. Machine is fine.” Michelle said smiling again, Rob was definitely her favourite customer. Never ogling her or the others or making comments, he just seemed to act as if it was a regular café, not one filled with beautiful naked women. She had asked him about it once, but he just made some joke about giving his heart a work out to make sure it keeps ticking.
    “Here you go” Michelle said, sitting down the slightly larger than average slice of pie and the steaming cup of coffee.
    Hearing the bell above the door ding she looked up to see the young blonde girl walking in, choosing a booth near the large windows facing the road. Looking around Michelle could see a number of other waitresses standing around nervously. Clearly the ultimatum of losing the overtime was making them nervous about accepting tables this early in the day. Sighing deeply she could see how today would go, but she grabbed her notebook and made her way over.
    “Hi, can I get you anything?”
    “Oh…um no im ok thanks”
    “Sure thing, Im sorry to ask this but do you have any id? This place is 18+ only”
    “Oh…uh yeah, here you go” she said, handing over a student id.
    “Thank you, sorry about that”
    “Its no prob..”
    “Why hello there beautiful” Came a snide remark from another patron sliding into the booth opposite the young woman. “I love this place” he added, giving Michelle a once over with his eyes and raising them suggestively.
    “Excuse me I think this booth is taken” She started, Michelle instantly recognising the customer. He had been in and almost banned a number of times, but he seemed to just think it was part of their game. Just the thought of him trying to schmooze or flirt with the young woman made her skin crawl. If she had any, she was sure the hairs on her arms would have stood up.
    “No…its ok.” The blonde-haired woman responded to Michelle’s surprise. It seemed that somehow the two of them knew each other.
    “You heard her, now get us a couple of beers would you love” He said, despite it being 9am.
    “Sure thing” Creep, she added in her head walking away. Without looking Michelle knew the man would be staring at her ass, what she wouldn’t give to ram something preferably large up his smarmy backside.
     
    Over the next couple of hours, it seemed Sandra had been right about the other closures being bad for business. The typical handful of patrons had turned into a couple of dozen, although thankfully very few stayed for long which was making the other waitresses more relaxed about the whole thing. Michelle had been keeping an eye on the table near the window, serving a number of beers to the pair as they sat talking. Whatever was happening the man clearly wasn’t happy about it, the blonde now sitting rigidly with her back up against the booth. Watching she saw him reach out and grab the woman’s hand that was resting on the table, only for her to pull it away and shift in her seat.
    “Ok that’s it” she said to Lola, currently stood next to her and totalling a bill for one of her own tables.
    Walking over quickly Michelle was tempted to just throw him out. Although she cursed the fact he hadn’t technically done anything against the rules, she was sure the place could do without his business today.
    “Is this man bothering you?” She asked, interrupting the pair.
    “Excuse me!” he shouted loudly, turning to look at Michelle and for the first time her face.
    “I can make him leave if he is” She added, looking him dead in the eyes and wishing he would give her an excuse.
    “No….its….he’s my dad” the young woman stammered.
    Now it was making sense, although why anyone would let this guy near them was another thing she couldn’t help but wonder.
    “Oh ok…im sorry, its just it looked like he wa….”
    “What the actual fuck is happening over there?” The man shouted loudly, his gaze going past her.
    Following his eyes a couple of booths over she was surprised to see Lola hooked up to a rather red faced and squirming woman. She was clearly needing to pee pretty badly, but after a moment the customers face became more relaxed as a clear liquid rushed through the plastic tubing connecting her to Lola. On the other side a slight look of discomfort was clear on Lola, a strange gaze frozen on her face for several seconds.
    “What kind of freak show are you running here today?” The man at her booth shouted at her.
     “I….The toilets are out of order for today due to a burst water main. So to comply with state regulations and stay open we still need to offer our patrons somewhere to…relieve themselves.”
    “So that woman is pissing into your friend?” He said exasperated, his eyes now glued to the nake woman being filled a few booths over.
    “To put it crudely, yes” Michelle responded, she was going to have to get better at explain this.
    “Wait…” he said, a wicked smile across his face. “So you are telling me that if I want to relieve myself, I get the privilege of having one of you beauties handling my…” He stopped, nodding downwards to his genitals.
    “Yes you do, but I feel I should remind you that sexual harassment is not tolerated here”
    “Hey im happy with any harassment you might want to do…sexually” he interrupted.
    “and also, you are currently talking to someone who would have the privilege of inserting something inside it” She continued, hoping to put him off.  But juging by the look on his face that wasn’t happening.
    “How do you know im not into that” He smiled.
    “Pervert” She couldn’t help it, it had just come out that time.
    “Excuse me im a customer, you cant talk to me like that!”
    “Sorry, if you would like me to get one I can have a go, but I must say im a bit of a klutz” Michelle said now revelling in the look of realisation crossing the mans face. The clear picture of what she might accidentally do to him coming to mind.
    “On second thought, I think I don’t need to go after all” He said, adjusting himself in his seat.
    “Good choice” Michelle added, walking away. It wasn’t totally true, the way the catheters were set up she wouldn’t need to insert anything. But he didn’t need to know that.
    “Excuse me can I get the bill please” A man asked as she walked back to the desk.
    “Yes, no problem.” Michelle replied, cleaning her mind of the previous customer and trying not to take it out on the young man asking. Thankfully, this wasn’t her table so that would give her a couple more moments to compose herself.
    “Hey Lacey, your table wants its bill.” She said to another member of staff, the slightly older but bustier woman nodding and heading in his direction.
    “Is Ned still being a jackass?” Lola asked next to her, storing the Catheter behind the desk.
    “Yeah, why do we let him in this place. He is such a creep” Michelle sighed.
    “Like we get anything else” She joked.
    “Hey, do you have the catheter thing Lola?” Lacey whispered having returned with the cash from the bill. “My guys have said they both need to go”.
    “Yeah sure, here you go.” Lola said, grabbing the tubing she had only just put away. “You know how to use it?”
    “Yeah, I had a girl ask earlier” Lacey replied, a faint wavier in her voice as she spoke before grabbing the tubing and going back to the two waiting men sat cross legged at the table.
    “Want me to take them?” Lola asked, pointing her head to a couple walking through the door, the small bell dinging.
    “Yeah sure, if you want too?”
    “More tables means more tips” Lola winked, picking up a pair of lunch menus and going to greet the new arrivals.
     
    “Excuse me” came another voice, looking up from the till it was the blonde haired woman from Neds table. He himself seemed to have disappeared out the door which was at least something to be thankful for.
    “Hi, how can I help. Was everything ok with your table?”
    “Yes it was thank you. i…I just wanted to apologise for him.”
    “Oh no he is in here all the time and trust me, its not you that should be apologising for him.”
    “Thank you, I still feel bad. I should have known this was a bad idea after he suggested this place” The woman responded.
    “Suggested this place?” Michelle asked confused, her elbows now resting on the desk.
    “Oh no sorry I didn’t mean anything by that. Its just you know, we haven’t seen each other in a few years and the first place he suggests to meet up is a place full of Naked women. I should have known he hadn’t changed.”
    “Don’t worry I get it. We attract a lot of people like him here. Its fine honestly.” She finished, pausing for a moment as the blonde stood there awkwardly. “Is there anything else I can help with?”
    “I….um, are the bathrooms still closed?” She asked nervously. Michelle noticing her tightly crossed legs for the first time, she was clearly desperate.
    “Unfortunately, they are.”
    “Oh ok” she said blushing.
    “But, im sure you have seen the uh…service we are offering today? And despite what I said to your Fr…Dad, we don’t actually have to insert anything.”
    “I…..is everywhere closed, maybe I can make it across the street?”
    “Sorry, it’s the whole town centre by the sounds of things.”
    “Ok, Im sorry but I think im going to have to go. I don’t really drink alcohol and its really making me need to pee. Plus I got up really early this morning and haven’t peed yet because I didn’t want to miss him.” She stammered out, apparently trying to rationalise or explain herself to Michelle and not make her think she was just taking advantage of her.
    “Its fine honestly” Michelle said again, her voice soft and calm in an attempt to put the young woman at ease, even though she had now started to bounce on the spot. Apparently admitting her need to someone else was making it much more real and harder to hide. Reaching under the counter Michelle pulled out her connecter. She hadn’t used it yet, but after a few seconds she managed to attach it to herself and connected the longer tube for the patrons.
    “How do we….?” The young girl asked, her jeans not offering any easy solutions without asking the woman to take them off in the middle of the busy building.
    “Follow me” Michelle said, beckoning her over to the women’s room. An out of order sign displayed on it, but the door still opened and the pair entered into the secluded spot.
    “Is this ok?” Michelle asked, turning around to see the girl hurriedly wrestling with her jean’s buttons, her face red and clearly far more desperate than she had let on out there. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
    “Im sorry, I just really need to go”
    “Its fine, here you go” she said handing over the other end of the pipe to the young woman.
    Taking the strange funnel device, she rammed it quickly between her legs and almost instantly liquid began flowing out of her and through the tube. Looking down Michelle watched it race along the clear plastic and disappearing into her.
    “Oh” Michelle exclaimed as her body suddenly tensed slightly, a strange warm feeling filling her lower body as the urine flowed between the two women. For more than 30 seconds it continued, with Michelle starting to feel her bladder and skin stretch, despite the customers small frame she sure could hold a lot in her bladder. A fact that was clearly written on her face which was far more relaxed. After another 20 seconds and couple of extra spurts the blonde ran dry.
    “Im really sorry about that, but I just couldn’t hold it” She said, handing the other end back to Michelle.
    “No…its ok”. The new liquid was sitting heavily in her bladder, the odd process of being filled through the catheter new to her mind and body. Suddenly the door opened, a pair of women bursting through it with a desperate look in their eyes.
    “Oh…im so sorry” One of them stuttered, turning their head while the other covered their eyes. The relieved blonde’s jeans still around her ankles. “We saw you guys coming in here and thought the bathrooms were fixed.”
    “Im sorry they are not.”
    “I cant hold it Beth, the younger of the two said, her hands buried in her crotch as she started to dance on the spot.
    “I know Lorry. Im sorry to ask this but can we…can we you know.” She said pointing at the tube currently still attached to Michelle.
    “I mean I think we are only supposed to take the people at our tables. Do you know who your waitress was. I can try and find her.”
    “She had purple hair and a nose piercing.
    “That’s Melody, I’ll go and find her.”
    “Im sorry, I don’t think I can wait that long” Lorry said, looking between her legs as a clear dark patch was spreading out from her crotch. The light brown material becoming much darker as she started to lose control. “Oh god, I stopped it. Please!” she begged. The patch around her crotch stopping about the size of an apple. Michelle knew the poor girl had no time to spare so against her best judgement she handed the other end of the funnel to the leaking woman. The dark patch of wetness slowly absorbing into the material of her trousers.
    “Oh thank you, thank you thank you OOOHHHH” she groaned loudly, her body convulsing. In a flash her trousers were around her ankles and the device was between her legs. A think stream escaping before it was fully in position and a few drops spilling onto the floor. A rush of her almost perfectly clear pee shot through the tube at some speed and Michelle felt it enter her stretching bladder. The second and more sudden influx causing her muscles to spasm, Michelle’s bladder twitching as it filled far faster than it was use too. Pursing her lips she tried not to show any discomfort to the customers, their needs were her duty to look after. After 30 seconds she was relieved to see the flow starting to slow, finally coming to an end with her bladder feeling much heavier and fuller than before.
    “Please Lorry, I need it too.” The other woman demanded, outstretching a hand to her friend, gratefully being given the end of the funnel still attached to Michelle.
    “No i….please” Michelle started but was interrupted as she felt her bladder being forced open once again.
    “Oooo” the woman squeaked again while ignoring Michelle’s pleading. “I was about to lose it too” She stammered, another heavy stream flowing down into Michelle’s bulging bladder. Closing her eyes Michelle did her best not to groan as the weight inside her seemed to increase instantly. The flow far slower than the last two, but now she was already so full it felt so much worse. A minute later Michelle was gritting her teeth, wondering if it would ever stop. Her bladder now protruding through her skin and easy to see on her toned and athletic body. A small pouch jutting out of her, now containing far more pee than she was use to holding. Eventually the flow stopped and the woman handed back the tube, evidently more relaxed. Pulling up their pants and opening the door the two of them turned to look at Michelle, who was in no place to follow them out at the moment.
    “Are you ok? They asked
    “yes, you go ahead.” Michelle responded, ignoring the confused glances as the walked out.
    As soon as the door closed Michelle had to double over, grunting she held her inflated bladder with both hands. Her bladder now holding hers plus three other bursting women’s contents, its was too much too quickly. Air hissed out from between her teeth as she clenched every muscles in her body not to loose control. Cupping her bladder with her hands she could feel the tendons and muscles shifting inside her. The sudden intake of so much liquid sending shockwaves through her body. Breathing deeply she calmed herself and her muscles managed to adapt to the new conditions. Standing up straight Michelle paused for a moment, before pushing the door open and leaving the out of order toilets.
    Spotting the curvy Purple haired waitress, a couple of booths over she made a b-line for her. “You owe me one” Michelle said exasperatedly after reaching her.
    “What?” Melody replied, calmly pouring a large bottle of water into a jug. The sound and visuals making Michelle lose her train of thought for a moment.
    “You owe me a table, I just took two of your clients for you?”
    “You took my clients?” Melody asked confused.
    “Yeah I took” Michelle said, indicating to her enlarged abdomen.
    “Holy shit, that’s a lot of pee”
    “Yeah I noticed.” She replied, a bead of sweat running down from her temple.
    “But you could have come and got me.”
    “She was literally wetting herself. You would have lost your pay.”
    “Oh thanks, you’re a life saver. What about next table that comes in I’ll take for you?”
    “What If they don’t pee?”
    “Well I cant control that, but fine. I will take the next table, if they don’t pee I’ll take another one.”
    “Ok thanks, that sounds fair.” Michelle agreed.
    “Sure no problem. But if its just one person I don’t want any take backs.” Melody stipulated.
    “I…fine, next customer to walk in is yours for me.”
    “Shake on it?” Melody asked, offering her hand. The pair shaking hands just as the door opened. A smile appeared on Michelle’s face as in walked a group of six guys all wearing football shirts.
    “Noooo” Melody said quietly, her hand suddenly limp in Michelle’s.
    “Hey, maybe they wont pee.” She added, before Melody grabbed a set of Menu’s.
    “I hate you, you know that” She said sticking her tongue out at Michelle before a smile appeared on Melody’s face as she turned to greet the new arrivals.
     
    Soon the customers were coming in thick and fast, a sports game at the local stadium was bringing a lot people to the area. Thankfully the speed of the work and turnover of customers was a needed distraction for the waitresses, many of whom now sported visible bulges in the abdomens. While most of the customers were leaving before making use of the bathroom services they were offering, it still left a couple of dozen to be shared out between the girls.
    “Mam, can I get the bill and use the tubes again please” A far too posh for this place woman asked. Her middle-aged knees knocking under the grey pencil skirt she was wearing.
    “Sure thing” Michelle responded, walking to get the catheter device again.
    “Isn’t that like 3 times she has gone into you?” Lacey asked, preemptively handing over the tube.
    “Yeah she has had like 8 coffees in the last two hours.”
    “That can’t be good for her”
    “Its not good for me, ill tell you that much” Michelle added, putting a hand on her even more bloated bladder. Although, thankfully it seemed the coffee addict ironically had a small bladder that she could easily contain. But given that it was still 6 hours till they closed, Michelle was starting to worry about her chances of making it home dry. Hopefully the place would be a bit quieter after lunch.
    Going back over the woman barely seemed to think about it before placing the device under herself and letting loose her bladders contents. Casually flicking over the next page of the newspaper she was reading, her legs apart and a stream flowing between her and Michelle who for her part was doing her best not to squirm as her full bladder was filled again. Seeing the tube run dry she made her way back to the desk slightly fuller than before.
    Passing the front door it swung open, a young couple entering and peering around slightly. Sighing Michelle knew she should probably take them since she was already here.
    “Hi, table for two?”
    “Um yes….what is….” The young woman said, pointing at the catheter tubing Michelle had forgotten she was holding.
    “Oh um…so with the bathrooms out of order we are offering a unique service of letting customers, well, relieve themselves into the wait staff.” The shocked expression now on their faces told her they were not a fan of that idea, the woman almost recoiling at the thought.
    “I think we will try somewhere else” The man said, putting his arm around the woman and leading her out.
    “You better not be loosing us customers Michelle.” A condescending tone came from behind her.
    “No Sandra, just explaining our bathroom situation was enough to do that.”
    “Well, maybe keep that to only the customers already in the place then.” She replied, a disapproving look on her face.
    “Sandra, im sorry” came an exacerbated groan from behind them both. Turning they could see Sophie almost doubled over, a slight bulge in her abdomen and crossed legs a sure sign of what she was about to say.
    “I cant hold it, Please, you have to let me pee.”
    “Sophie, there is nowhere to pee like I told you 30 minutes ago. You just have to hold it.”
    “Please” Sophie begged again, a tear rolling down her cheek. “We can only hold so much, we’re desperate here.” She said gesturing around the room. It was true, looking around them all their colleagues were all in various stages of desperation. Some were standing cross legged as they took orders, others boobed on the spot pouring drinks or even had a hand between their legs to keep themselves in control. Only Lola seemed to be comfortable. Despite a having possibly the largest bladder bulge she was acting as if everything was fine, a true workhorse.
    “Look, there is nowhere to go. I cant just let you all run out of here to find somewhere.”
    “Please, what about if I take my lunch break now. I can make it home and back, I wont be late I swear.” Sophie pleaded.
    “Well….” Their boss thought for a second, the sentiment clearly making sense to her. After all, what they did on their break was up to them as long as they were back in time.
    “Look, I cant let you go right now. We are in the middle of the lunch rush.” A small whimper escaped Sophie as her body shook from desperation.
    “But, I’ll see what I can do once it gets a bit quieter in here”
    “But…I don’t know how much longer I can hold this…im about to lose it.”
    “You better not loose it!” Sandra snapped, “Or you know what else you will be losing!”
    “I’ll try” Sophie said, walking hunched over back to the main desk.
    “That goes for you too” Sandra said, turning to point at Michelle before walking back towards the back office.
    “You know what I said earlier, I mean it now” Melody said from behind her, an arm coming past and grabbing the tubing Michelle was still holding. “Maybe they wont pee” She added mockingly.
    “What?” Michelle asked, confused.
    “We swapped tables remember. Four of the guys I took for you say they need to pee.”
    “Really! Are you going to be ok with that?” Michelle asked, genuinely concerned and feeling a little guilty about the position she had put her friend in.
    “Yeah, but if you want to take one of them then we can call it even at 3 each?”
    “Sure, but we are going to need to grab another tube.”
    “Why don’t you go over with this one, and I’ll get another one.” Melody suggested, handing back the tube.
    Walking up to the table she could already tell that one of them was far more desperate than the others. A hand currently deep in his pocket and probably holding it all in.
    “Hi, you guys need the bathroom?”
    “Yeah” The clearly desperate guy added, his other hand gripping the table as he rocked slightly in his seat. “Sorry, I didn’t realise everything was out around here” He added, unzipping his fly and taking the end of Michelle’s tube from her. The others looking on slightly enviously.
    Unlike the other times, no liquid flowed down the tubing. Looking up his face was bright red, he was clearly embarrassed or suffering from stage fright. His full bladder locked up despite his need and now permission to pee.
    “Im sorry, just give me a moment” he stammered, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
    “Sorry about that, you guys need to go too?” Melody asked, returning with a new catheter and a number of attachments for the single tube. Handing them out the each began to undo their trousers and place the devices between their legs like their friend. However, unlike their red faced friend streams quickly flowed along the tube and towards melody. The three streams converging in the slightly wider central tube and flowing into her friend.
    “Oh god” Melody whimpered slightly, the force and volume of the three-person pee taking her by surprise. After a few seconds she was clearly beginning to worry, a hand going down and resting on her bladder as she began to breath slightly more heavily. Looking at her Michelle could see the impact of taking 3 at a time taking its toll on the purple haired woman, her abdomen expanding before her eyes as her bladder and skin was forced to stretch out quickly.
    Apparently after seeing his friends pee, the embarrassed customer still connected to her got himself under control and relaxed enough to start his pee. The sudden warmth and tightness in her abdomen surprising Michelle for a moment and distracting her from Melody’s struggles.  Despite the mans desperate appearance his stream soon died down after just 15 seconds, his pee still felling heavy in her abdomen but was nothing compared to how much she had already in there.
    Looking over at Melody again, her colleagues face was distorted by her rising discomfort. A slight sheen of sweat gathering on her face as her abdomen continued to bloat out massively, the other three guys still peeing into the growing woman. Melody now had a look of pure concentration on her face, biting her lips to keep the cries of discomfort in and not worry the customers. “OOooh” She gasped, her stretching bladder causing ripples of pain to shoot through her body. The bulge in her abdomen increasing for another 10 seconds until finally the three guys stopped peeing into her. A few drips of sweat rolling down her naked body as she stood rigidly trying not to empty herself out on the ground. “Christ” she whimpered, her whole body shaking for a moment.
    “Ohh my god!” A loud voice shouted, followed by an equally loud splattering noise that could be heard over the quiet conversations of the customers. The loud exclamation drawing the attention of the staff and customers alike. But it wasn’t the purple haired waitress emptying herself, it was the new girl Chloe. A few tables over the towering six-foot red head was clutching a catheter in one hand while her clearly distended bladder emptied itself onto the hard flooring. Her other hand pressed deeply between her legs as her pee raced between her fingers, flowing down her long slender legs and falling noisily onto the floor. The four women at her table recoiling back from the large puddle that was making its way towards them, droplets splashing up and against the red leather booth they were sat in. Even from where Michelle was she could see Chloe’s large bladder deflating as the puddle under her grew, the girl rooted to the spot with her eyes closed and cheeks burning.
    “What is going on here?” Came a loud shout, Sandra storming out of her office and into the main room. Swiftly walking up to Chloe as she pee’d and snatching the catheter from her while looking disapprovingly at the puddle spreading across her floor. “Well, looks like someone wont be getting paid today” she said, brandishing the catheter at the young woman. “You can stop at any time by the way” she added, scowling as Chloe continued to lose the battle with her bladder.
    “Im sorry….I cant” Chloe sobbed, tears streaming down her face.
    “You know what, your no good for me today. Just clean your mess up and go home.” Sandra said, walking back to her office and leaving the red headed woman sobbing as pee still streamed down her legs.
    “You have to help me” came a quiet whimper from beside Michelle, startling her slightly having been entirely wrapped up in Chloe’s accident. To her left was a clearly desperate Sophie, both hands jammed between her restless legs that moved constantly while she stood there.
    “Are you ok?” Michelle asked.
    “No….im, im about to piss myself like Chloe. I just cant hold it anymore!” She cried quietly, twisting her legs to press them tighter together.
    “I… I mean what do you want me to do?” Michelle responded, with the toilets out she didn’t have any ideas.
    “I don’t know” Sophie sobbed. “I was about to ask to go on lunch break again but I don’t think Sandra is in the best moods right now after well….” Sophie said, gesturing to Chloe who had just about stopped peeing at this point. A pair of small trails still making their way down her glistening legs.
    “Look maybe I can take some of your customers but….” How would she phrase this. “Im not sure that will help, can you make it another hour?”
    “An hour!” Sophie added, grimacing slightly as her body pulsed in desperation.
    “No….” she added meekly. “Wait, maybe Lola could help?” Sophie said, a little bit of life returning to her face.
    “What do you mean?” Michelle asked, confused by how anyone could help her hold it.
    “C’mon she is never desperate. Im sure she could handle a little bit of mine too”
    “I don’t know, she has had just as many customers if not more than us today.”
    “Im about to wet myself, please can you just go and ask. If she says no then I’ll try and hold but Im really struggling here.”
    “You want me to ask!?”
    “I, yeah. Look the less moving I do the better, unless you want another puddle?”
    “I’ll go find her.” Michelle rushed, realising just how close her friend was to loosing it all.
    Luckily she wasn’t hard to find, the tiny woman currently standing behind the desk. Approaching Michelle already knew what answer she was going to get, the giant bulge in her friends’ abdomen a clear sign she must be desperate. She felt sorry for Sophie, maybe Lola would have another idea to help.
    “Hey Lola.”
    “Need a catheter?” Lola asked back, holding up another tube and handing it to her as if it had become the most normal thing for them to do.
    “Maybe, Sophie is really struggling and I hate to ask but she was wondering if you would be able to help her? But don’t feel like you have too, I know that we all are….”
    “Yeah sure, no problem” Lola replied casually.
    “If you are sure?”
    “Yeah im doing fine, although we cant leave the desk unattended so she will have to come over here if she wants to do it. Everyone else is busy with a table.” The building was still full, with many of the lunch crowd having stayed longer than those in the morning. Around them the other waitresses were either taking orders or many of them were currently connected to relieved looking patrons. The bulges of their bladders becoming more prominent as they day wore on and more customers required their help.
    “Ok great.” Michelle finished, waving over a slow-moving Sophie.
    “Thank you so much Lola” Sophie stammered out as she got behind the desk, the two of them connecting their catheters to each other.
    “I just need to take the edge of, then I can wait till our break” Sophie said as her pee began to flow into the tube. The tenseness in her face disappearing as her body relaxed.
    “You may as well empty yourself out. Gives you more room for customers instead of having to do this again.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Yeah, Im fine.” Lola said confidently, a smile on her face as if she wasn’t feeling anything at all despite the large bulge.
    “How are you fine” Sophie replied, far more relaxed as the pee left her straining bladder.
    “Ive had practice” Lola replied, seemingly unaffected by the new intake.
    “You have had practice of people peeing into you?” Michelle asked, raising an eyebrow.
    “Well no” Lola laughed.  “But my parents were both big germaphobes, so I was only ever allowed to pee in our house. I kind of got use to it, plus its kind of a weird sense of achievement when you managed to hold longer than before.”
    “So you were brought up by Germaphobes and now you work at a restaurant, Naked?” Michelle joked.
    “Yeah, never really thought about it before. Do you think there is a connection?”
    “Well, given your parents attitudes towards piercings and tattoos I would say there is a strong chance its related” Sophie joked, indicating to the number of large tattoos covering her friends body.
    ”Like you can say anything” Lola shot back at Sophie. The blonde herself covered in large tattoos that she had thought would have stopped her getting this job to begin with. But it seemed that a lot of the customers were into the Punk look, the giant wonder woman logo tattooed on her chest getting a lot of attention from them.
    “You may have something there” Sophie smiled, her pee finally stopping as she ran dry. Despite the amount of it inside her, she had been surprised by how quick that had gone through her. Although given the pressure she was feeling in her bladder beforehand, it must have come out at some speed. Not that Lola seemed to notice.
    “What do you three think you are doing?” Came an annoyed voice. “I was just about to come and tell you Sophie that I was going to let you go on break but I guess you have already seen to that.”
    “Im sorry, I couldn’t hold it and didn’t want to make a mess.”
    “Well, your bladders were supposed to be for the customers, the customers come first after all. Lola and Sophie you should have been able to control yourself.” She said, crossing her arms. “So I guess that means the three of you don’t need a break then, I may as well let some of the others go on break.”
    “But I didn’t….” Michelle started.
    “You were already late today, so don’t bother.” Sandra interrupted. Michelle wanted to respond, but decided to bite her tongue or risk making things much worse for herself.  She could already feel her muscles starting to ache inside her, the volume of liquid inside her bladder starting to test her limits. With half a day to go she didn’t need or want to take any risks. “Now go get the other girls.”
     
    With the waitresses quickly gathered at the front desk, many boobing slightly on the spot, their legs closed tightly. “Ok, so ill make this quick so you can get back to work. I understand some of you are feeling a little uncomfortable, so im going to let some of you have your lunch break so you can relieve yourselves if you want too. But im going to have to make sure we have enough to cover any customers. Since you are clearly comfortable enough to break the rules Sophie, Lola, Michelle you will be staying here as well as Lacey and Melody.”
    “Wait, but I really need to go” Lacey protested, a hand between her legs.
    “I’m sorry we need 5 of you here. So unless anyone wants to cover for you?” Sandra asked, but the others simply looked away or at the floor. Their own needs taking precedence over being a good friend.  “But when they get back I will let you all do the same. Now just finish up your current tables and you can go.”
    A number of smiles and relieved faces filled the crowd, with the exception of the 5 being forced to stay behind. But it was just another hour, she could manage that Michelle told herself.
    “Hey lacy and Melody, I think your tables need you.” A call came over their shoulders as Ellie now dressed made her way hastily out of the building. Her jeans clearly undone due to her bladder being simply too large and sensitive for her to close them. A quiet whimper escaped Lacey as her body seemed to pulse from the bad news.
    “I’ll take them” Sophie said, making Lacey look up hopefully. But unfortunately for her, she wasn’t talking about her table but instead the group of three women that had just walked in. However, what was behind them was a little more troubling. A large group of 10 people, 8 men and two women were approaching the door, walking down the side of the building. “Don’t come in, don’t come in, don’t come in” Michelle whispered to herself, looking around and seeing Lola with another customer she knew this would be her table. Disappearing behind the large doors there was a moment where she thought that maybe they would just walk past, but then the doors open and their loud voices filled the building. “Shit” she said slightly louder than she had meant too. But there was nothing she could do, maybe if she didn’t mention it they wouldn’t try to use her as a toilet.
    Walking over she could see them laughing and joking by the wait here sign, their movements slightly off and seemingly looking around the room for something.
    “Hi guys, table for 10?” She asked.
    “Yeah that would be great Love.” The first man replied, constantly glancing at her naked breasts as he spoke.
    “Sure right this way” Michelle replied, rolling her eyes as she faced away from them.
    “Can we get 10 of your largest beers darlin’” Another of them asked as they seemed to gingerly slide into the booth.
    “Oh god, I don’t know if I can handle another one.” A black-haired woman remarked, chewing on her lip piercing slightly. Clearly nervous about something.
    “Sure, I’ll be right back with them.” Michelle added, starting to worry where this was going. If she was forced to take in these 10 people, she would be tempted to quit on the spot.
    Walking back up to the bar she noticed Lacey handing off a tube to Sophie instead of returning it. The small woman heading off to the table she had just brought in, the three women craning their necks and knees Knocking under the table as they waited. The lack of restrooms nearby was clearly affecting a lot of people today.
    “Hey, Lola can you help be take these to booth 14?” Michelle asked, placing the last pint on the two trays.
    As the pair of them made their way over they could see several of the group glancing at them and whispering to each other. What the hell are they up too Michelle worriedly pondered to herself. Placing the trays on the table she and Lola began handing them out, their eyes meeting for a moment and conveying their confusion about the behaviour of this group.
    “So um…” here it comes, Michelle knew something stupid was about to happen, probably a pick up line or something.
    “Which of you has the smallest bladder?”
    “Excuse me?” Michelle asked, confused and slightly offended by the intimate question out of nowhere.
    “You know, out of you girls. Which one pees the most?” He asked more excitedly this time, leaning closer to her.
    “I don’t think we have to tell you that” Lola said, crossing her arms against her chest.
    “I mean you guys are still offering the toilet services right” He added, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
    How the hell did he know about that? “Yes we are” Michelle replied.
    “Ok, well I would like to know who has the smallest bladder?”.
    “And like my colleague said, I don’t think we have to tell you that.” it was Michelle’s turn to cross her arms
    “Well, I think you do and I guess I would like to speak to your manager then. Unless, you would like me to make a mess on your floor.”
    “C’mon Kurt just leave it. I really need to go” The woman responded, her legs jiggling under the table.
    “No, no, I’d like to see a manager.” He said, louder and more forcefully this time.
    “I’ll go get her” Lola gave in, not wanting to get involved in a shouting match and stopping before Michelle did.  A few moments later she returned with an annoyed looking Sandra behind her.
    “What seems to be the problem here?” She asked, looking accusingly at Michelle and not the customer.
    “Your staff member is refusing to answer my question, I simply asked which of your servers has the smallest bladder and they got all defensive on me.” Kurt said, leaning back in his chair.
    “So…why didn’t you tell the customer what he wanted to know?”
    “Because its private information and seemed a little sexual in nature, which we don’t tolerate.”
    “Hey you don’t have to tell me the rules, I made them.” Sandra responded. “It would be private but today its part of the service we are offering. I told you this morning to walk away if you wanted too, its too late now.”
    “Sorry about this.” She said, turning and smiling at Kurt. “I think it would probably be Sophie, she is one of only two to have relieved themselves today.” Sandra added condescendingly.
    “Why are you telling them that?” Michelle said, shocked by the revealing of such personal information from her boss.
    “They are the customer” Sandra responded matter of factually.
    “Yeah but…”
    “Look, I have a lot of work to do so if you can just not have any more arguments with the customers and get back to work please.” Their boss finished, turning and walking back to her office, stopping to point Sophie in the tables direction. A worried look on her face and a clear bulge back in her abdomen despite having released herself fully into Lola just a little while earlier.
    “Hey, Sandra said one of you wants to pee?” She asked.
    “No love, we all do” He responded, the group grinning and enjoying the look of horror on the small woman’s face.
    “But….I….There is no way I can hold 10, I’ve already got 3 in me.” Sophie whimpered.
    “Look, im sorry I think its dangerous if you all go into her.” Michelle said, trying to protect her friend from either hurting herself or disgracing herself.
    “That’s not what your boss says” Kurt said still grinning.
    “I think they might be right, just look at her. She cant hold all these, wouldn’t it be better to spread them out anyway.” The black-haired woman asked, her legs still jiggling under the table.
    “No, I want one. Now give me the tube I need to relieve myself.” He said holding his hand out.
    Reluctantly Michelle had no other choice but to hand it over, Sophie had emptied herself into Lola not long ago, she could hold this hopefully. Maybe they wouldn’t all need to go, or at least have small bladders. But going off the shuffling that was going on around the table, that first point was clearly not true.
    Sophie was looking even more nervous now, her legs already pressed tightly together before she accepted any more pee. She shuddered as Lola connected four pipes to hers and handed them to the customers, the clearly desperate woman for some reason refusing it. Maybe at least one of their group had some sort of empathy.
    Holding the devices inside their pants the four men smiled, locking eyes with Sophie as she nervously bit her thumb nail, waiting for the inevitable discomfort that would be coming her way.
    “Ned sends his regards” Kurt sneered, a wicked smile on his face as the four of them began to pee at some speed. The light-yellow liquid gurgling and rushing its way through the four connectors until meeting in the central pipe and forming a single torrent of fluid that rushed towards Sophie's already full bladder.
    “Oooooh!” Sophie groaned loudly, the rush of pee battering against her bladder and started filling it past its capacity. Her hands fell to her thighs as she doubled over, the pressure inside her unimaginable. Looking down her bladder was ballooning out faster than she thought was even possible, her stomach expanding as the four bursting bladders gleefully filled poor Sophie. Baring down on their muscles they were forcing their pee into her at a tremendous pace, watching intently as she started to squirm in front of them. Her skin stretching tighter as they inflated her with the contents of their purposefully brimming bladders. They had spent the afternoon drinking as much as possible for this moment, the 10 of them receiving texts about this place from a pissed off Ned a few hours earlier. Since then they had met up in the car park downing bottle after bottle of water or beer for this exact reason, to pump these ungrateful women as full as possible.
    “God” Sophie breathed heavily, groaning as the four bladders connected to hers continued to push their contents into her, the bulge in her abdomen becoming large and larger by the second. Finally and almost instantly the first stream died off, then the second until had stopped. Only 20 seconds had passed, the customers red faced with the effort of squeezing out their bladders contents as swiftly as possible. The wicked grins still written across their face as Sophie staggered to the side, her hands clutching her heavily distended abdomen. Breathing heavily through her nose the effort of containing such a load was taking its toll.
    “Alright, next guys are up” Kurt said, extracting the tube from his pants and holding it up for whomever wanted it next.
    “I think she is about to blow” One of the cheered as Sophie let out a guttural moan. Her head stooped and looking at the floor. Her chest heaving as she battled painful spasms and screaming muscles that had been stretched further than she could ever remember. She had never had this much pee in her before, the mass of hot liquid pressing out of her taught skin. The pressure was immense, almost too much for her brain to handle as black spots started to appear in her eyes. Stumbling again she reached a hand out for the edge of a nearby booth, only for Michelle to grab it and help guide her to where she could lean against it.
    “Come on, some of us still have to go!” One of the people around the table shouted.
    “She has had enough” Lola said, grabbing the connector from the tube dangling between Sophie's trembling legs and attaching it to herself. “But I’ll be more than happy to handle it.”
    “Handle it, you wish” One of them retorted “I’ve been holding this all day and I’m sure it’s too much for someone as small as you.” He said grabbing a connector along with 5 of the others, the black haired woman the only one to refuse again. This time it was Lola’s turn to grunt as the five streams started,  her already substantially bloated bladder expanding even more. The giant bulge pushing further and further out of her, a hiss of air escaping between her pursed lips as spasm after spasm rocked her body. After 10 seconds her quivering bladder seemed to take on a life of its own, the volume entering It causing even the top of her abdomen to grow. The tightening skin pulling up her bulge as it continued to grow to truly monstrous proportions. The five tormentors looking on with glee as the petite girl expanded with their pee.
    Next to her Michelle was still trying to help Sophie in her own battle, pulses still racing through her body after being filled more than she had ever been in her entire life. Groaning and clutching herself it was clear she couldn’t last long like this.  
    “Hey guys I need” Lacey started, rushing up behind them.
    “Sorry, we are in the middle of something” Michelle replied, too busy watching Sophie. She had to do something, or her friend would definitely not make it another minute let alone until the other waitresses got back. Sweat was rolling down her quaking body, Sophie's eyes still closed as she did her best to control herself. “Sophie, use me. I can take a bit.” Michelle said calmly, she wasn’t sure how true that was but she had to do something.”
    “But I…” Lacey started behind them.
    “What?” Michelle asked slightly annoyed, couldn’t she see they were in trouble already.
    But as she turned around she could see Lacey herself was in trouble, a substantial bulge forcing its way out her body. Her curly dark blonde hair sticking to her clammy skin, then with a final shudder she groaned as a highly pressurised stream started to fall between her shaking legs. The clear liquid wrapping around her legs and spilling onto the floor as Lacey’s hands shot up to her face to hide her shame. “Fuckkkk” she groaned, despite the embarrassment the release was pure pleasure, customer after customer filling until she just couldn’t hold it one second more. She had been about to ask Lola to help her, just as she had done Sophie but now it was too late.
    “Drink and a show!” A couple of the customers now watching Lacey piss herself cheered, clinking their glasses together. “Another Round, we can do this all  day!” Kurt shouted, making Michelle shudder. She was sure the lot of them would like nothing more than to spend all day here filling them all up as much and as frequently as possible until none of them remained dry.
    “Dirty bitch cant control herself” He chastised Lacey, pulling a phone out and seemingly going to take a photo or video of her accident.
    Finally! Michelle thought to herself, something she could kick these guys out for. Forcibly grabbing the phone from his hand she stopped and deleted the recording, with half a mind to throw it at him.
    “Hey, that’s my phone” He shouted.
    “Yeah and we have a strict no phone policy. If we see one we usually ask people to put them away but given that you were actually recording her which is an offense, im going to have to ask you all to leave.”
    “What a joke” He said, standing angrily. “Let go guys we can find somewhere else. Enjoy our deposit” he said loudly, leaning over to say it in Sophies ear as he passed her. Swinging the door open the group started to file out, giving the girls glares of distain despite what they were clearly trying to do to them. Soon only the desperate woman was left sitting at their booth.  “Im sorry, if I move I think I might loose it” she said, a slight grimace on her face which was reddening by the second.
    “Its ok, you weren’t part of the problem. If you can hang on for a moment longer I can see if we can do something to help.” Getting a nod from her, Michele’s attention returned to Sophie, a few drops of pee rolling down her bare thighs. She was losing it, wait! Turning she looked at Lacey who had just finished emptying herself on the floor. The large puddle expanding still as it worked its way across the even floor. “Lacey, I need your help.”
    “Oh god that feels so much better, I don’t even care. What do you need?”
    “I need you to take in some of what Sophie has in her.”
    “Wait what! I’ve only just emptied myself im not sure I can handle doing it again. My muscles are too tired.”
    “Look, you don’t have to take all of it, just enough so Sophie isn’t like this. Plus, Sandra hasn’t seen this yet so if you do this for me Ill go grab something to clean up this mess before you lose your overtime.”
    Lacey looked around for a few moments, the relatively empty restaurant was quiet now the loud group had left. Just 4 other tables, she could do this. Nodding Lacey grabbed the tubing and Michelle went to grab a bucket and mop. Somehow the ruse worked and a couple of minutes later she was emptying the slightly acrid smelling water down the drain in the ladies room. Sandra hadn’t seen, so she didn’t need to know.
    Returning to the table she could see Sophie and Lacey once again struggling with the bladders, Lola having returned to the desk. “How are you feeling”.
    “A bit better, thanks Lacey. Although….I really don’t think I can hold even this much.”
    “Do you think you can take more?” Michelle asked Lacey who was rubbing her own bladder with one hand. A small bulge present again in her stomach.
    “Maybe later, but I don’t think I can at the moment. My muscles are still on fire down there, im sorry.”
    “No its ok, thank you!” Michelle replied earnestly, she had been a little harsh on her earlier but hopefully Lacey knew it was just from the panic of the situation.
    “Oh god” Sophie whimpered as she squirmed again, her bladder still easy to see in its bloated form despite what ever she had put into Lacey. “Do…Do you think Lola could help again?” she whispered to Michelle.
    “I maybe, I didn’t really see her after being filled up by those guys but I imagine she must be pretty full. But we can go ask her and maybe we can share it out between a few of us.”
    “Yeah…that would be good” Sophie concluded, doubled over she carefully walked to the desk where Lola was stood, her hands cupping her bladder.
    “Um…Excuse me?” The black-haired woman at the table asked, her hands now firmly between her legs.
    “Sorry, can you wait like 2 more minutes and someone will be right with you” Michelle asked, aware how she must be feeling.
    “Um…I’ll try.”
    Passing the slow moving Sophie, Michelle went ahead to ask Lola about being used again, but as she rounded the corner of the desk something caught her eye.
    “Holy fuck” She almost shouted.
    Lola’s short stature had hidden the true extent of her bladder behind the tall desk, but now coming around it was impossible not to see it. The tiny woman looked more than 9 months pregnant, her bladder pushing inches out of her and more than doubling her waistline. It was a good job they were naked, otherwise there was no way her clothes would have fit around her monstrously bloated bladder.
    “Yeah it’s a lot, its definitely more than I’ve ever held before” Lola said, a look of pain overcoming her for a moment as something indie her spasmed.
    “How are you not exploding right now”
    “Well, I cant lie its getting hard now. But its always good to test your limits” She said, a forced and pained smile on her face.
    “Holy fuck” Came a cry from Sophie who had just caught up with them and was now seeing the same rotund mass perilously pushing out of Lola. “How is it even possible for one person to hold that much?”
    “I guess, bladders can stretch a lot. People just don’t push themselves as much as I have to know where the limits are.” Lola said calmly.
    “Well its bloody impressive…Do…Do you think I could do that one day?” Sophie asked, getting a strange look from Michelle and Lola.
    “What do you mean?” Lola asked, confused.
    “Like, get better at holding. Im sick of being the one to always having to rush off to pee. It would be nice ”
    “Sure I guess…just don’t hurt yourself.” Lola said, the others aware of the irony given just how much Lola was currently holding. There was no way that was normal.
     
    The other part of it was something Sophie didn’t want to admit. On the walk over she had felt something inside her, the weight of her bladder pressing on something, a part of her that was causing pleasure to radiate around her body with every step. She had never felt anything like it before, It was strangely addictive in a way. Shuffling again she felt her bladder pulse with pain and then with pleasure, causing her purse her lips.
    “Are you ok Sophie” Michelle asked
    “I…oh yeah im good, I want to try and hold it.” Sophie stammered, blushing madly and feeling embarrassed about almost being caught enjoying this.
    Noticing a hand waving from across the room Michelle swore in her head, she had forgotten about that woman again. Could she handle another bladder, if she did she was sure that never mind Sophie but she herself would be near breaking point. Her bloated bladder was already causing the occasional spasm and peak of discomfort, but looking around she couldn’t help but realise she was probably in the best position of any of them. Grabbing the tube she walked over, the womans face becoming more relaxed after spotting the equipment in her hand.
    “Sorry about that, your friends did a number on a couple of my friends.” Michelle admitted.
    “Yeah I can see that, im really sorry” she replied, jiggling furiously on the spot.
    “Not your fault, but I can let you pee if you want too?”
    “Into you?” She asked, clearly concerned about something.
    “If that’s ok?” Michelle added, wondering what the look was for.
    “Its just, you look pretty full and I mean, ive got a pretty big bladder”
    “But you seem to…”
    Yeah I know I look desperate, those guys I was with also know I have a big bladder. They kept forcing me to drink more and more, I think I must have had more than a gallon of water by the time we arrived, plus a few beers. So Im really dying, but I don’t want to cause any more issues for you guys.”
    “No its ok, its our job and I appreciate you trying.”
    “If you are sure, is there no one more empty than you?” The woman asked, the complete opposite of the purpose her group had come here with.
    “I don’t know…” But Michelle was interrupted by the front door opening again. “Oh thank god” she said, recognising Trudy returning from her lunch break.
    “Trudy!” she shouted, waving her over.
    “I need you to take this customer”
    “Bit I’ve only just got back Michelle.” She pleaded.
    “I’ll take that sift you wanted to swap next week”
    “Ok fine” Trudy said, taking off her clothes in the middle of the room and making a bit of a scene. Thankfully there were just 2 other tables, Melody having finished up with another of hers.
    Helping connect the tubes and handing one to the squirming woman Michelle watched a powerful burst flow into the tube. She hadn’t been lying about needing to go. A look of relief washing over her face.
    “Oooohh, I forgot how this felt.” Trudy complained. The flow continuing 30 seconds later as Michelle witnessed her friend’s bladder starting to really bloat out of her.
    “Holy fuck how much have you got in you” Trudy grunted, only getting a slight whimper from the woman in response. 5 more seconds, then 10, 15 seconds passed as the flow continued. “How can one woman hold so much!” Trudy all but shouted as her bladder continued to swell inside her. Another 10 seconds and she couldn’t handle the insurmountable pressure building inside her. Pain and muscles spams rocketing through her, being filled so quickly was destroying her ability to control it.
    “Oh god im going to burst, you have to stop.” Trudy cried
    “Im sorry im trying!” The customer said, grunting.
    “Try harder!”
    “I’ve been holding it in all day and I’ve had so much to drink” The woman pleaded. But finally, after another few seconds the stream stopped.
    “Holy fuck, Holy fuck, Holy fuck” Trudy stammered, her eyes wide and both hands between her legs. “what the fuck was that, im worse off than when I went on break!” She winced, a powerful wave squeezing her bladder.
    “Im sorry” The woman said, her hands still between her crotch and gurning slightly. “I’ve got to go”, she said, standing up out the door. Running along the windows she suddenly stopped just a few feet from the building. Her legs crossing and bending over, she was clearly still battling her own bladder. Then after a few moments they watched as her black jeans started darkening even more, light reflecting from streams of pee that were soaking through the heavy fabric. A puddle rapidly spreading from her on the pavement as she continued to piss herself. The quantity of drinks she was forced to drink, combined with only a partial pee, weakening her control too much.
    “I cant hold this” Trudy whimpered, dancing on the spot. “I’ve got to go again.” She continued, grabbing her dress and throwing it back on before rushing out of the door and past the still peeing customer. Michelle didn’t know what her plan was, where could she possibly be going. But picking up her friend’s things including Trudy’s underwear, she bundled them up and went to hide them behind the desk. Sandra hadn’t seen her yet so she might get away with her thinking it was still her lunch break. She definitely owed her that much, there was no way she could have taken that woman’s bladder. Especially if only a partial pee had that much impact on a completely empty one.
     
    “I swear if those guys don’t get back soon im going to piss myself like Lacey” Melody said, the group now together behind the main desk. For the first time that day the whole place was empty, the last table thankfully for Sophie not asking to use the facilities before leaving.
    Looking over at the slightly wider set woman, Michelle could see the large bulge pressing out of Melody. Her bladder like Michelle’s own filled by multiple customers and denied any relief. Now only them and the ever-expanding Lola were left having had no relief all day. Their friends losing control or in Sophies case using Lola.
    “You can use me if you want too?” Lola offered to Melody, despite the fact she was now clearly sweating and breathing heavily. The weight of her bladder wreaking havoc with her body, yet still she offered to hold more for these guys.
    “What no! The amount I have in me would be too much for even you at this point. I can hold it.” The purple haired waitress said confidently. Although she wasn’t too sure, her body similarly reacting to the intense need to pee she felt. The effort causing sweat to build on her brow, the purple dye in her hair coming off and turning the roots of her hair a light shade of pink.
    Thankfully they didn’t have to wait long as just after half past 3 the other waitresses started to walk back in. Their lunch time over and looking far more relieved, they strolled back in to see the remaining 5 bobbing and dancing in desperation. All marvelling at the size of Lola as she still somehow contained the vast ocean of pee from more than a dozen people.
    “Thank god they are back, I was like 5 minutes from weeing myself” Melody said again, the relief easy to hear in her voice.
    “Should we go ask Sandra?” Sophie said, her own need quite substantial at this point.
    “Ask Sandra what?” Came the voice of their boss, despite wearing shoes they swore she somehow moved around silently.
    “The place is empty and I…We, would really use a break.” Said Michelle, the others nodding in agreement.
    “Well I suppose since the place is empty I cant see any reason why no…”
    The sentence was interrupted as the front door swung open, loudly hitting the door stop.
    “I need a bathroom” A woman yelled, a hand in her crotch. But that wasn’t what got the attention of the waitresses. Outside a storm of red and white striped shirts was swirling around the building, the game in the stadium ending and sending hundreds of fans their way.
    “No, No, No, No!” Melody shouted, seeing where this was going.
    As they watched a line formed, quickly stretching out of the door and around the side of the building. Pee dances filled the streets as people waited, not to use the restaurant for what it was designed for but just to pee into them. Apparently there had been no restrooms at the match, now two hours later the supporters were bursting and looking for a way to release themselves of the burden of their bladders.
    “We cant take this many, its insane!” Melody stated, turning to look at Sandra.
    “If you want your pay you better take them, as long as they buy something.” Their boss said, walking towards the line.
    “You cant be serious, there must be like 100 of them.” Michelle said following her closely.
    “Better get started then. Look, the sooner you deal with them the sooner you can go on break”
    “Only paying customers” Sandra said loudly to those waiting.
    “Oh god, ill buy whatever you want. Please just help me” The brunette at the front pleaded with Michelle.
    “Im holding 6 already, plus my own. I cant take this!” Melody said loudly as Sandra walked away.
    “I…Ok come with me” Michelle gave in, the pleading and desperate eyes of the woman winning her over.
    “You….oh my god.” Melody whimpered, giving in to the fact that this was happening, despite her already bulging bladder she would just have to suck it up and take more. “OK, you” she said pointing at a random guy second in the line. “You buying something?” Getting a nod she sighed heavily. “Fine, come this way.”
    Sitting her customer in the booth Michelle prepared herself, the wild fidgeting of the customer doing nothing for her need. “What can I get you?” she asked. “I, I just need to pee” The woman stammered back. “Im afraid we are only offering it to paying customers, once you order something, I can help you.” Michelle replied calmly, she hated the fact that it had crossed her mind but the longer she took with each customer the less she would have to deal with. But given there were now 8 empty bladders to use, she figured it was only fair.
    “I’ll have a coffee then”
    “Ok great. Now take this” she said handing the woman the end of the catheter. “Put that under yourself and then feel free to let go.” Hastily the woman quickly undid her jeans, her light blue panties already displaying a small wet spot from where she had started to leak. Moving her panties to the side rather than pulling them down a river or pee raced out of her, the customer moaning in relief. Michelle’s face straining as she felt another bladders contents being forced into her own. The skin around her mid-section feeling tighter and ripples of what felt like static shocks starting to race across her taught skin.
    “Ooooh” she breathed out heavily.
    “Im sorry, I thought there would be toilets at the stadium but they were closed. I’ve been  waiting hours, I would have tried to get back home but its like an hour on the bus and I just know I wouldn’t have made it.”
    “Its alright” Michelle said, forcing a smile on her face.
    Soon the building was filled with the moans and groans of the waitresses, many of them hooked up to multiple desperate customers from a line that seemed endless. The sports fans spilling into their establishment and pushing their bladders contents into the tortured women working here. One customer soon became two and then three for Michelle as she felt her body trembling under her demands. The size of her bladder increasing dramatically with each customer that continued to flood into the place.
    A guttural scream filled the room, “I cant take it” Melody shouted, her whole body shuddering as it seemed to be coming apart at the seams. Her giant bladder currently being filled ruthlessly by 5 men at the same time. Their strong streams flowing down the tubs at some pace into the writhing and grunting purple haired woman. Her face covered in a pained expression as her hands held onto her expanding bladder, trying to hold it together. But it was no use, with a final pained scream it was just too much for her. “I Caaaan’t Hold it” she yelled, a hand reaching down and pulling out the Catheter just as the five guys finished filling her. Almost instantly she exploded, her pent-up piss flying in all directions as her massive bladder emptied itself. The strongest stream of pee any of them had ever seen erupting out of her tortured body, a dozen bladders worth of contents streaming out of her. The relief making her go light headed as she sank onto the cold floor, her legs wide open and the stream arching out of her and racing its way across the floor. A giant puddle starting to form around the sitting woman, apparently to far gone to care about what was happening. She had been pushed far beyond her limit and had reached a physical barrier that she just couldn’t overcome. The litres and hours’ worth of pee spilling out of her at speed. Even after 30 seconds the bulge in her abdomen refused to disappear, however the sight was too much for a number of those in the line. Three women and a man losing control of their bladders. Dark streaks forming on their trousers as they desperately lost the fight for their dignity. Their puddles of pee rapidly spilling out of their trouser legs and flowing over their shoes and onto the floor to join Melody’s.
    The two men next in line for Melody openly holding themselves, before spotting and joining the Que that had formed next to Lola. Lola was now hooked up by the entrance, sitting with her legs wide open to accommodate the truly gargantuan bladder bulge that was pressing her hips apart. Customers lined up one after another as they peed into the inflated woman, taking their relief and then handing the tube to the next waiting person. Lola’s face and chest were as red as possible, her whole body covered in a layer of sweat as beads of it collected and rolled down her now giant frame. One by one the customers came, ruthlessly pushing more and more piss into her tortured body as she writhed and groaned. She could stop it at any moment, but instead she let them continue to pump her bigger and bigger. Her bladder surpassing that of a 9 month pregnancy for someone her size, her small frame further exaggerating the truly monstrous size of it. Groaning and whimpering her hands held onto the massive organ that was almost hanging off her, Lola s face constantly grimacing as the pain overwhelmed her. Yet still more desperate customers came, grabbing a tube and peeing into her. But the sight of her distended body too much for many of the customers, not wanting to harm her and instead going to another of them or even starting to pee outside. A number of women near the rear of the line losing control and squatting in the street, a river of pee making its way into the nearby drain.
    Lola’s grunts and moans could be heard through out the building as yet more people filled her up, it was relentless. But there was nothing Michelle or the others could do, their time taken up by their own bladders being filled by lines of customers. Even Melody and Lacey who had wet themselves once already were being hooked up again, the formers large puddle still sitting on the floor. Many of the waitresses looked on the verge of control, multiple customers being hooked up to each and every one of the staff.  Grunts and cries of desperation or pain still echoing around the room from the still desperate customers and waitresses alike.
    After 10 minutes of this torturous cycle even those that had emptied themselves out at lunch were struggling. Their bladders being maxed out again almost instantly after arriving back at work. But they all knew they would surely have burst if they had not had at least some release. The fact that Lola and Michelle were still holding was a wonder to them.
    Michelle for her part was nearing the edge of her control, her own bladder now much larger than she could ever remember it being in her life. Those static like shocks she had felt earlier now turning into pulses and forks of brilliant white pain. Shooting around her body from her bladder that was stretched so tight she was starting to think If she touched anything sharp she was going to pop like a water balloon. Looking down she tried to rest a hand on it as the fifth customer finished up using her, but even the slight contact made it contract and pulse wildly. Biting her lip hard she managed to keep her groan quiet instead of yelling out like she really wanted too. This was madness she reminded herself, all this for just some more money. Was it really worth it? But looking over at the giant and panting Lola, it wasn’t just for money any more, it was to help her and the rest of the staff.
    But thankfully and mercifully as she looked up it seemed that as quickly as the line had formed, it was almost gone. The last few customers hooked up to the waitresses, two more peeing into the groaning Lola while she could see others still peeing against the outside of the building. Then the stillness that was present earlier returned, the whirlwind of fans destroying the place and the waitresses.
    “How the fuck are you not exploding right now?” Michelle asked the panting Lola, her face contorted with pain and twitching madly.
    “I….if I move im going to lose it” she whimpered.
    “I can hold a lot…but this is too, its too much.” She said, panic starting to creep in.
    “Hold on Lola, Ill go see if any one can take some. You’ve taken in so much for us it’s the least we can do. Just hold on!” Michelle said, leaving the sweating, writhing and whimpering mess of her friend still reclined and stuck in her booth. She knew that if Lola was admitting it, it had to be true.
    “Girls, I think Lola is really suffering. Do any of you think you can take a bit, just to take the edge off?”
    “Im pretty full, but maybe a little?” Lacey said.
    “I don’t think I can, im just too full already. That was like 7 guys each” Another said, the others nodding in agreement. Bulges coming out of each and every one of them as the desperately danced or stood with their legs firmly crossed. “I’ll take some, it’s the least I can do” Came a surprising candidate. Sophie who was still sporting her own bladder bulge stood up, looking far more confident in her abilities. “Fuck it, ill take a little too. She did take a lot for us.” Melody said, walking over and putting an arm around Sophie. With that a couple of others were in, if Sophie could handle it then they could too!
    Walking over to Lola who now had her hands pressing deeply in her crotch, her legs unable to close due to the sheer size of her distended bladder which was taking up the space between the tops of her thighs. “Hold on Lola, a few of us are going to help.” Michelle said as they one by one hooked themselves up to a new tube. The eight desperate women knew this was the right thing to do, but it was going to make it so much harder for them to hold for themselves.
    “Ok, you can let go now” Sophie said, the last to be hooked up.
    “But only a bit, I cant take much more” Lacey and Melody said in agreement.
    “I can hol…hol…hold it” Lola stammered, her body being shaken to its core by the powerful pulses from her over taxed bladder.
    “Don’t hurt yourself, you told me the same earlier and Its because of me you are in this position, let us help”. Sophie said, noticing a tear falling from Lola’s eye as the pain became too much. A moment later a dribble of pee entered the tube, not enough to even make it to the others. But gradually as if she was prying the door to her bladders open it picked up speed and after a few seconds a solid stream started to flow into the tube. The eight women attached to her groaning as their already full bladders took the brunt of Lola’s erupting tank.
    “Ok, ok, ok” Please. That’s all I can take” Lacey begged just a few seconds later, her hands gripping onto the side of the nearby table.
    “Im stopping, im stopping” Lola said, but the river continued.
    “Im too full” Melody groaned, her own tired muscles complaining loudly having lost control minutes before.
    But after just 15 seconds the stream in the tube stopped, Lola somehow regaining control over her titanic bladder. From the outside it seemed that the pee had barely made a dent, her bulge barely reducing if at all. Despite that it seemed to have really helped Lola. She was still breathing heavily, her face and chest red with exertion, but her posture and expression looked far more relaxed now. The opposite of Sophie, whose eyes were wide a she stood unmoving. Breathing heavily through her nose Michelle was worried she was about to loose it too. But somehow, she held on.
     
    “What is going on here?” Sandra asked, appearing out of nowhere once again.
    “We need to go on break, now” Michelle replied, all to aware that the minor relief Lola was feeling would be gone in minutes. The forks of pain in her own bladder transforming into a solid stabbing sensation, causing her to wince.
    “Well, its only an hour till we close. Seems a bit pointless to let you go now” Her boss said callously. Her apparent disregard for Lola and her’s feelings boiling her blood. Half Michelle’s mind wanted to pin Sandra down and connect her up and let the entire staff empty themselves into their boss who clearly didn’t care about them. She would enjoy watching as the 11 of them filled her up with the dozens of customers worth of piss still coursing through their bladders.
    “We are going. We are legally owed a lunch break, which we will be taking now.” Michelle said, not taking a no for an answer. Aware of the fact the deep pulses from her bladder getting worse by the moment. She couldn’t imagine what Lola was going through or for that matter what Sophie was going through, the ordinarily pee prone blonde holding far more than she would have thought she would have been able too.
    “Well, I guess you have been here all day.” Sandra conceded.
    “Oh thank god” Melody breathed out, her own bladder just as full as it was before the rush of fans despite losing control.
    “Can you grab these guys things?” Michelle asked Melody, aware that the less the three of them had to move the better. Herself, Sophie and Lola teetering on the edges of control, their bodys trembling and fighting them to ,make them release their bladders.
    “Yeah sure” Melody said, racing off to the staff room as fast as her full bladder would let her. Returning a few moments later she had a slightly worried look on her face. “I think we might have a problem” ,she said holding up the skin tight leggings Lola had worn to work that day, there was no way they would fit her massively bloated body now.
    “I picked the wrong day to wear those” Lola half joked.
    “What are we going to do?” Melody asked, bobbing on the spot as Lola’s leggings flapped in her hand.
    A dinging noise alerted the group, the front door opening once again as a pair of gruff men walked in.
    “Hi, sorry to bother you, could we use a bathroom please. You’re the only place still open.” One of them said.
    Lola’s eyes went wide, she had just filled everyone to capacity, her friends had put their bodies on the line for her. Now there were two more customers, two more bladders to empty. Her breathing became shallow, she was the only one who could do this, the others didn’t have the strength.
    “Yeah sure” She said standing on shaky legs, getting a worried expression from the two men as they watched the bloated woman stumble towards them.
    “Are you ok?” he asked
    “I yeah im fine” Lola said, handing him a catheter.
    “Uhhhh…” He said looking confused at it.
    “The water main is out, if you want to…relieve…. yourselves, you can go into me.” Lola shuddered, the momentary rest bite from the others taking her load already gone.
    “What!” he said dropping the tube. “Sorry, no I mean, the main is fixed. We have been out there all day but the water should have come back on like an hour ago?” He asked as much as said.
    Now Lola’s eyes were wide for a different reason, relief was at hand if these men were to believed.
    “Wait, we can pee!” Melody shouted, the other waitresses looking excitedly at each other.
    “I…uh yeah, so can I use your toilet or…?” He asked, still looking bemused at the room full of naked, bursting women who had seemingly spent the day letting their customers pee into them.
    “Yeah sure its over there” Lola said pointing towards the men's room. The two engineers walking towards and pushing the door open. As soon as it swung closed a mad dash started, the quiet clunk of the wood like a starting pistol as the dozen women darted for the ladies room. They knew it only had two stalls, it would be a race to see who got their first, unfortunately for Michelle Lola and Sophie, they had found themselves the wrong side of the group. They had been about to go out the door, not to the toilets they had thought were still out of order.
    “Wait!” A loud voice shouted as the first hands reached the door.
    Walking out of her office came Sandra. “Lola, Michelle, you should go. You are both the only ones who have managed to last all day without disgracing themselves or using someone else. I think its only fair you both go first and then I guess Sophie and Lacey had better be next.”
    Looking at each other in disbelief, Lola and Michelle couldn’t believe it. Their boss had actually just done something nice for them. Without wanting to wait for her to change her mind the pair rushed as fast as their bulging bladders would allow them. Sophie helping Lola along the way as the other waitresses stood to the side, letting them past while they danced in line.
    Opening the door the pair all but fell into the stalls, the doors closing with Sophie waiting outside having helped Lola in. As soon as they sat their aching and abused bodies took over. Powerful streams erupting out of both of them, their speed and ferocity enough to make Michelle worried she was about to break through the ceramic bowl. But after a few seconds all worry’s ebbed away, her distended and giant bladder relaxing as spasms still raced through her tortured body. The pair of them groaning loudly in the absolute pleasure of finally peeing after so long and so much holding. Their groans and moans of pleasure reverberating through their stall and loud enough to enter the main room where the waiting women’s desperate dances only increased in ferocity as a response.
    Their twin streams continued for some time, but after more than two minutes of pure bliss Michelle was empty. Her aching muscles trembling and burning with a tired energy as if she had been working out. Pins and needs seemingly flowing across her now empty bladder in a sensation she had never felt before. Looking under the cubicle door she could see Sophie's bare feet dancing up and down as she paced around outside the cubicles. Michelle tried to stand but found no strength in her legs, taking a deep breath she pulled herself off the seat. Opening the door she let Sophie push through, sitting on the toilet and letting her own stream out as a new set of moans filled the room.
    Sophie hated to admit it, but it felt so good to pee! She had never really wanted to push herself to hold more, but after watching everyone hold today and realising that she could hold much more than she thought possible, she was resolute that she would hold more in the future. After just over a minute she too ran dry, all the while Lola had continued to empty out, her heavy and ragged breathing filling the room as she panted.
    “Oh fuck” Lola said out loud as the sound of splashing water filled the room.
    “Did you break the toilet?” Sophie asked, flushing her toilet and standing up.
    “No….I think I filled it.”
     
    The end.
     
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    Almost running down the street Michelle was cursing her broken Alarm, checking her watch she was only a couple of minutes late this time. Although as she felt her phone buzz in her pocket once again and going off the texts she hadn’t opened from her boss, she probably wasn’t going to be a good mood today. Rounding the corner of the building she slowed to a brisk walk, not wanting it to be too obvious how late she was. Looking around she could only see one other person, a blonde girl who seemed to be nervously waiting at the bust stop. The city centre unusually quiet this morning, but the sounds of not so distant road works still made it feel like normal.
    “You’re late” A shout rang out as Michelle pushed open the large mirrored doors.
    “Sorry, there was some construction or something. The bus was stuck in traffic.” She mumbled slightly, knowing it wouldn’t probably help.
    “No Excuses Michelle, team meeting in the staff room now!”
    “Can I just….”
    “No, everyone is waiting” Her boss said sternly.
    Walking in Michelle could see she was the last one to arrive, the others already disrobed and standing around naked. It was still odd to witness even after 8 months of working at Al Demur’s. She hadn’t even known this place existed until her friend Sophie had told her about it. The adult only establishment that was clearly a Hooters clone, just with less clothing. The exclusively female staff came in all shapes, sizes and skin tones and was known for waiting on the customers in the nude, it could be a little demeaning at times but the pay was just too good to turn down.
    “Hey Michelle” A voice greeted her.
    Turning around Michelle could see Ellie struggling to fasten the small apron around her back. The thin and clearly too small to be functional design not hiding anything, but apparently it cleared the food hygiene regulations. In some ways she felt a little Jealous of the three of four girls that got to wear them, although from her understanding the pay wasn’t as good.
    “What’s up with Sandra?” Michelle asked her friend, walking behind her to help tie the thin strip of fabric behind her back.
    “Thanks. No idea, just know she called this emergency meeting this morning. Didn’t you get your text’s from her?” The shorter girl asking.
    “I…uh, may have ignored them. I thought she was just going to be complaining about me being late again.” Michelle responded, finishing tying up the bow for her friend.
    “Yeah well she probably was. you really should be more careful with that. You know how strict she can be, its just a good job you bring in a lot of tips.” Ellie said as Michelle started to strip out of her clothes for her shift. Her dark skin, long shinning hair and toned athletes’ body being revealed slowly. When she had gotten accepted into university she had never thought she would end up working somewhere like this, but at least her hard work on the track was paying for it in more than one way.
    “Can I have your attention please girls” their boss Sandra shouted unnecessarily loudly for the small room they were in, the group of a dozen or so women turning to look at her.
    “So I have some bad news, there is a burst water main on the High-street and while repairs are ongoing, we do not have any water since the whole area has been turned off.” A series of murmurs went through the crowd, how could they open without water to offer customers, or clean anything.
    “Now, luckily I managed to get a large supply of water from the Wholesaler this morning which has just been delivered. So we have plenty to offer guests should they need it and for you guys as well. Also, as some of you will know the system for our washing stations run off its own water supply, it should contain enough to last the day but please take care not to waste any.” She said, her eyes scanning the group, staring intently at each of them.
    “Unfortunately, this lack of water does affect our toilets and coffee machine, but I don’t think we should have a problem. We have instant coffee that we can serve by filling the hot water machine manually with bottled water.”
    “What about the toilets, where do we go?” A voice asked nervously. Michelle recognised that voice as her friend Sophie, she didn’t know she was working this shift. Maybe she had switched with someone, something she might regret doing if the toilets were out. She was well known for being a frequent peer, the short black haired woman seemingly cursed with a small bladder. Normally it wouldn’t be too much of an issue, Michelle had many times covered for her tattooed friend as she dashed to the ladies room. But she had a feeling today wouldn’t be that easy.
    “I was getting to that” Sandra said, a displeased look on her face from being interrupted. “Now im afraid, there are no facilities available to use here, and all the other businesses around us are also closed for the day. So you are just going to have to hold it.”
    “For the whole day?” Sophie asked nervously.
    “Yes. And on that note, the customers. Since we are an establishment that has a liquor licence we must legally offer our patrons the use of facilities or be shut down. As such, I also spent the morning acquiring these to help in that matter” Sandra said, holding up a number of clear plastic tubes.
    “These are Catheters…”
    “You can’t be serious” Michelle couldn’t help but blurt out at the absurdity of what her boss was suggesting.
    “I am very much serious Michelle. You all know how much we have been struggling to draw in customers these days, this is the perfect chance to do just that. With all of the others establishments closed we are sure to pick up any stragglers and im sure once they experience our wonderful hospitality they will be back.”
    “So, we aren’t able to pee ourselves and you want us to let the customers relieve themselves in us?” Another of the waitresses asked in a similarly shocked tone.
    “Exactly” Sandra said, clearly not picking up on the disbelief of the previous statement.
    “You can’t be serious” Sophie said, repeating Michelle’s earlier sentiment.
    “Look, I know this is a little unusual. But I really think this will be good for us, and to that end and as a show of good faith I am offering triple overtime to you all.”
    A number of the women exchanged glances with that last comment, that was a lot of money for one days work. Their already generous pay check becoming absurdly large with that bonus, they could be making what someone on a minimum wage made in a month, just by holding their pee for 10 hours. They could do that right, it wouldn’t be too bad? At that moment their worry an inhibitions about such a strange things were almost instantly overcome by thoughts of new cars or holidays.
    “Well I’m in.” a voice interrupted their day dreams, it was Lola. The petite brunette picking up her notepad and seemingly getting ready for the day, unaffected by the odd bathroom measures. But it was no surprise to any of them that she would be the most comfortable with this, despite her tiny stature she never seemed to need to pee while guzzling down bottle after bottle of water. Michelle had found herself gagging for a bathroom break on only her second day of work, it was Lola that had covered for her at the time. Quickly refusing when she offered to repay the favour, even claiming that she only ever used the toilet at her home. A claim that Michelle had doubted at the time but she hadn’t been proven wrong yet, although she was sure today would test that.
    “One last thing, if any of you dare to pee yourselves or someone at the table you are working does It’ll be coming out of your wages, and you can kiss the overtime goodbye too.” Sandra finished, obviously pleased as a couple of worried glasses were exchanged between the waitresses. But with the first person agreeing, it seemed the others felt more assured and quickly followed suit. All but Michelle and Sophie had now left to get back to work.
    “Are you…are you going to do this too?” Sophie asked nervously.
    “Yeah, I mean with my college fees this could really help.”
    “Yeah, Im behind on my rent, I just…I don’t know if I will be able to last the full day without peeing.” Sophie said, blushing deeply. It was no secret she peed frequently, but it was still embarrassing to admit as much.
    “Look, if it gets too much im sure we can find some way of helping. I mean we can all share it out between us right?.” Michelle responded, although she herself wasn’t too keen on the idea of holding her pee all day. She considered herself to have a pretty large bladder but she couldn’t imagine what it was going to be like later.
    “Ok. Thanks Michelle.”
    Walking back out into the main room she could see Sandra unlocking the main doors. The young blonde woman she noticed earlier still stood outside, looking towards to road as an older gentleman walking into the place past her.
    “You alright Rob, you want the regular?” Michelle asked.
    “Yes please darlin, two…”
    “Two sugars, dash of milk and a slice of Apple pie with no cream” She finished his order, smiling at the familiarity.
    Chuckling slightly he grabbed a stool at the counter, “Look, by the time you get to my age you know what you like”
    “You ok with instant coffee, machine’s out today?”
    “Oh yeah, its all the same to me. But if you need someone to come have a look at it, I can call my son and ask him to have a look?”
    “Ah, no it’s the water main in the street. Machine is fine.” Michelle said smiling again, Rob was definitely her favourite customer. Never ogling her or the others or making comments, he just seemed to act as if it was a regular café, not one filled with beautiful naked women. She had asked him about it once, but he just made some joke about giving his heart a work out to make sure it keeps ticking.
    “Here you go” Michelle said, sitting down the slightly larger than average slice of pie and the steaming cup of coffee.
    Hearing the bell above the door ding she looked up to see the young blonde girl walking in, choosing a booth near the large windows facing the road. Looking around Michelle could see a number of other waitresses standing around nervously. Clearly the ultimatum of losing the overtime was making them nervous about accepting tables this early in the day. Sighing deeply she could see how today would go, but she grabbed her notebook and made her way over.
    “Hi, can I get you anything?”
    “Oh…um no im ok thanks”
    “Sure thing, Im sorry to ask this but do you have any id? This place is 18+ only”
    “Oh…uh yeah, here you go” she said, handing over a student id.
    “Thank you, sorry about that”
    “Its no prob..”
    “Why hello there beautiful” Came a snide remark from another patron sliding into the booth opposite the young woman. “I love this place” he added, giving Michelle a once over with his eyes and raising them suggestively.
    “Excuse me I think this booth is taken” She started, Michelle instantly recognising the customer. He had been in and almost banned a number of times, but he seemed to just think it was part of their game. Just the thought of him trying to schmooze or flirt with the young woman made her skin crawl. If she had any, she was sure the hairs on her arms would have stood up.
    “No…its ok.” The blonde-haired woman responded to Michelle’s surprise. It seemed that somehow the two of them knew each other.
    “You heard her, now get us a couple of beers would you love” He said, despite it being 9am.
    “Sure thing” Creep, she added in her head walking away. Without looking Michelle knew the man would be staring at her ass, what she wouldn’t give to ram something preferably large up his smarmy backside.
     
    Over the next couple of hours, it seemed Sandra had been right about the other closures being bad for business. The typical handful of patrons had turned into a couple of dozen, although thankfully very few stayed for long which was making the other waitresses more relaxed about the whole thing. Michelle had been keeping an eye on the table near the window, serving a number of beers to the pair as they sat talking. Whatever was happening the man clearly wasn’t happy about it, the blonde now sitting rigidly with her back up against the booth. Watching she saw him reach out and grab the woman’s hand that was resting on the table, only for her to pull it away and shift in her seat.
    “Ok that’s it” she said to Lola, currently stood next to her and totalling a bill for one of her own tables.
    Walking over quickly Michelle was tempted to just throw him out. Although she cursed the fact he hadn’t technically done anything against the rules, she was sure the place could do without his business today.
    “Is this man bothering you?” She asked, interrupting the pair.
    “Excuse me!” he shouted loudly, turning to look at Michelle and for the first time her face.
    “I can make him leave if he is” She added, looking him dead in the eyes and wishing he would give her an excuse.
    “No….its….he’s my dad” the young woman stammered.
    Now it was making sense, although why anyone would let this guy near them was another thing she couldn’t help but wonder.
    “Oh ok…im sorry, its just it looked like he wa….”
    “What the actual fuck is happening over there?” The man shouted loudly, his gaze going past her.
    Following his eyes a couple of booths over she was surprised to see Lola hooked up to a rather red faced and squirming woman. She was clearly needing to pee pretty badly, but after a moment the customers face became more relaxed as a clear liquid rushed through the plastic tubing connecting her to Lola. On the other side a slight look of discomfort was clear on Lola, a strange gaze frozen on her face for several seconds.
    “What kind of freak show are you running here today?” The man at her booth shouted at her.
     “I….The toilets are out of order for today due to a burst water main. So to comply with state regulations and stay open we still need to offer our patrons somewhere to…relieve themselves.”
    “So that woman is pissing into your friend?” He said exasperated, his eyes now glued to the nake woman being filled a few booths over.
    “To put it crudely, yes” Michelle responded, she was going to have to get better at explain this.
    “Wait…” he said, a wicked smile across his face. “So you are telling me that if I want to relieve myself, I get the privilege of having one of you beauties handling my…” He stopped, nodding downwards to his genitals.
    “Yes you do, but I feel I should remind you that sexual harassment is not tolerated here”
    “Hey im happy with any harassment you might want to do…sexually” he interrupted.
    “and also, you are currently talking to someone who would have the privilege of inserting something inside it” She continued, hoping to put him off.  But juging by the look on his face that wasn’t happening.
    “How do you know im not into that” He smiled.
    “Pervert” She couldn’t help it, it had just come out that time.
    “Excuse me im a customer, you cant talk to me like that!”
    “Sorry, if you would like me to get one I can have a go, but I must say im a bit of a klutz” Michelle said now revelling in the look of realisation crossing the mans face. The clear picture of what she might accidentally do to him coming to mind.
    “On second thought, I think I don’t need to go after all” He said, adjusting himself in his seat.
    “Good choice” Michelle added, walking away. It wasn’t totally true, the way the catheters were set up she wouldn’t need to insert anything. But he didn’t need to know that.
    “Excuse me can I get the bill please” A man asked as she walked back to the desk.
    “Yes, no problem.” Michelle replied, cleaning her mind of the previous customer and trying not to take it out on the young man asking. Thankfully, this wasn’t her table so that would give her a couple more moments to compose herself.
    “Hey Lacey, your table wants its bill.” She said to another member of staff, the slightly older but bustier woman nodding and heading in his direction.
    “Is Ned still being a jackass?” Lola asked next to her, storing the Catheter behind the desk.
    “Yeah, why do we let him in this place. He is such a creep” Michelle sighed.
    “Like we get anything else” She joked.
    “Hey, do you have the catheter thing Lola?” Lacey whispered having returned with the cash from the bill. “My guys have said they both need to go”.
    “Yeah sure, here you go.” Lola said, grabbing the tubing she had only just put away. “You know how to use it?”
    “Yeah, I had a girl ask earlier” Lacey replied, a faint wavier in her voice as she spoke before grabbing the tubing and going back to the two waiting men sat cross legged at the table.
    “Want me to take them?” Lola asked, pointing her head to a couple walking through the door, the small bell dinging.
    “Yeah sure, if you want too?”
    “More tables means more tips” Lola winked, picking up a pair of lunch menus and going to greet the new arrivals.
     
    “Excuse me” came another voice, looking up from the till it was the blonde haired woman from Neds table. He himself seemed to have disappeared out the door which was at least something to be thankful for.
    “Hi, how can I help. Was everything ok with your table?”
    “Yes it was thank you. i…I just wanted to apologise for him.”
    “Oh no he is in here all the time and trust me, its not you that should be apologising for him.”
    “Thank you, I still feel bad. I should have known this was a bad idea after he suggested this place” The woman responded.
    “Suggested this place?” Michelle asked confused, her elbows now resting on the desk.
    “Oh no sorry I didn’t mean anything by that. Its just you know, we haven’t seen each other in a few years and the first place he suggests to meet up is a place full of Naked women. I should have known he hadn’t changed.”
    “Don’t worry I get it. We attract a lot of people like him here. Its fine honestly.” She finished, pausing for a moment as the blonde stood there awkwardly. “Is there anything else I can help with?”
    “I….um, are the bathrooms still closed?” She asked nervously. Michelle noticing her tightly crossed legs for the first time, she was clearly desperate.
    “Unfortunately, they are.”
    “Oh ok” she said blushing.
    “But, im sure you have seen the uh…service we are offering today? And despite what I said to your Fr…Dad, we don’t actually have to insert anything.”
    “I…..is everywhere closed, maybe I can make it across the street?”
    “Sorry, it’s the whole town centre by the sounds of things.”
    “Ok, Im sorry but I think im going to have to go. I don’t really drink alcohol and its really making me need to pee. Plus I got up really early this morning and haven’t peed yet because I didn’t want to miss him.” She stammered out, apparently trying to rationalise or explain herself to Michelle and not make her think she was just taking advantage of her.
    “Its fine honestly” Michelle said again, her voice soft and calm in an attempt to put the young woman at ease, even though she had now started to bounce on the spot. Apparently admitting her need to someone else was making it much more real and harder to hide. Reaching under the counter Michelle pulled out her connecter. She hadn’t used it yet, but after a few seconds she managed to attach it to herself and connected the longer tube for the patrons.
    “How do we….?” The young girl asked, her jeans not offering any easy solutions without asking the woman to take them off in the middle of the busy building.
    “Follow me” Michelle said, beckoning her over to the women’s room. An out of order sign displayed on it, but the door still opened and the pair entered into the secluded spot.
    “Is this ok?” Michelle asked, turning around to see the girl hurriedly wrestling with her jean’s buttons, her face red and clearly far more desperate than she had let on out there. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
    “Im sorry, I just really need to go”
    “Its fine, here you go” she said handing over the other end of the pipe to the young woman.
    Taking the strange funnel device, she rammed it quickly between her legs and almost instantly liquid began flowing out of her and through the tube. Looking down Michelle watched it race along the clear plastic and disappearing into her.
    “Oh” Michelle exclaimed as her body suddenly tensed slightly, a strange warm feeling filling her lower body as the urine flowed between the two women. For more than 30 seconds it continued, with Michelle starting to feel her bladder and skin stretch, despite the customers small frame she sure could hold a lot in her bladder. A fact that was clearly written on her face which was far more relaxed. After another 20 seconds and couple of extra spurts the blonde ran dry.
    “Im really sorry about that, but I just couldn’t hold it” She said, handing the other end back to Michelle.
    “No…its ok”. The new liquid was sitting heavily in her bladder, the odd process of being filled through the catheter new to her mind and body. Suddenly the door opened, a pair of women bursting through it with a desperate look in their eyes.
    “Oh…im so sorry” One of them stuttered, turning their head while the other covered their eyes. The relieved blonde’s jeans still around her ankles. “We saw you guys coming in here and thought the bathrooms were fixed.”
    “Im sorry they are not.”
    “I cant hold it Beth, the younger of the two said, her hands buried in her crotch as she started to dance on the spot.
    “I know Lorry. Im sorry to ask this but can we…can we you know.” She said pointing at the tube currently still attached to Michelle.
    “I mean I think we are only supposed to take the people at our tables. Do you know who your waitress was. I can try and find her.”
    “She had purple hair and a nose piercing.
    “That’s Melody, I’ll go and find her.”
    “Im sorry, I don’t think I can wait that long” Lorry said, looking between her legs as a clear dark patch was spreading out from her crotch. The light brown material becoming much darker as she started to lose control. “Oh god, I stopped it. Please!” she begged. The patch around her crotch stopping about the size of an apple. Michelle knew the poor girl had no time to spare so against her best judgement she handed the other end of the funnel to the leaking woman. The dark patch of wetness slowly absorbing into the material of her trousers.
    “Oh thank you, thank you thank you OOOHHHH” she groaned loudly, her body convulsing. In a flash her trousers were around her ankles and the device was between her legs. A think stream escaping before it was fully in position and a few drops spilling onto the floor. A rush of her almost perfectly clear pee shot through the tube at some speed and Michelle felt it enter her stretching bladder. The second and more sudden influx causing her muscles to spasm, Michelle’s bladder twitching as it filled far faster than it was use too. Pursing her lips she tried not to show any discomfort to the customers, their needs were her duty to look after. After 30 seconds she was relieved to see the flow starting to slow, finally coming to an end with her bladder feeling much heavier and fuller than before.
    “Please Lorry, I need it too.” The other woman demanded, outstretching a hand to her friend, gratefully being given the end of the funnel still attached to Michelle.
    “No i….please” Michelle started but was interrupted as she felt her bladder being forced open once again.
    “Oooo” the woman squeaked again while ignoring Michelle’s pleading. “I was about to lose it too” She stammered, another heavy stream flowing down into Michelle’s bulging bladder. Closing her eyes Michelle did her best not to groan as the weight inside her seemed to increase instantly. The flow far slower than the last two, but now she was already so full it felt so much worse. A minute later Michelle was gritting her teeth, wondering if it would ever stop. Her bladder now protruding through her skin and easy to see on her toned and athletic body. A small pouch jutting out of her, now containing far more pee than she was use to holding. Eventually the flow stopped and the woman handed back the tube, evidently more relaxed. Pulling up their pants and opening the door the two of them turned to look at Michelle, who was in no place to follow them out at the moment.
    “Are you ok? They asked
    “yes, you go ahead.” Michelle responded, ignoring the confused glances as the walked out.
    As soon as the door closed Michelle had to double over, grunting she held her inflated bladder with both hands. Her bladder now holding hers plus three other bursting women’s contents, its was too much too quickly. Air hissed out from between her teeth as she clenched every muscles in her body not to loose control. Cupping her bladder with her hands she could feel the tendons and muscles shifting inside her. The sudden intake of so much liquid sending shockwaves through her body. Breathing deeply she calmed herself and her muscles managed to adapt to the new conditions. Standing up straight Michelle paused for a moment, before pushing the door open and leaving the out of order toilets.
    Spotting the curvy Purple haired waitress, a couple of booths over she made a b-line for her. “You owe me one” Michelle said exasperatedly after reaching her.
    “What?” Melody replied, calmly pouring a large bottle of water into a jug. The sound and visuals making Michelle lose her train of thought for a moment.
    “You owe me a table, I just took two of your clients for you?”
    “You took my clients?” Melody asked confused.
    “Yeah I took” Michelle said, indicating to her enlarged abdomen.
    “Holy shit, that’s a lot of pee”
    “Yeah I noticed.” She replied, a bead of sweat running down from her temple.
    “But you could have come and got me.”
    “She was literally wetting herself. You would have lost your pay.”
    “Oh thanks, you’re a life saver. What about next table that comes in I’ll take for you?”
    “What If they don’t pee?”
    “Well I cant control that, but fine. I will take the next table, if they don’t pee I’ll take another one.”
    “Ok thanks, that sounds fair.” Michelle agreed.
    “Sure no problem. But if its just one person I don’t want any take backs.” Melody stipulated.
    “I…fine, next customer to walk in is yours for me.”
    “Shake on it?” Melody asked, offering her hand. The pair shaking hands just as the door opened. A smile appeared on Michelle’s face as in walked a group of six guys all wearing football shirts.
    “Noooo” Melody said quietly, her hand suddenly limp in Michelle’s.
    “Hey, maybe they wont pee.” She added, before Melody grabbed a set of Menu’s.
    “I hate you, you know that” She said sticking her tongue out at Michelle before a smile appeared on Melody’s face as she turned to greet the new arrivals.
     
    Soon the customers were coming in thick and fast, a sports game at the local stadium was bringing a lot people to the area. Thankfully the speed of the work and turnover of customers was a needed distraction for the waitresses, many of whom now sported visible bulges in the abdomens. While most of the customers were leaving before making use of the bathroom services they were offering, it still left a couple of dozen to be shared out between the girls.
    “Mam, can I get the bill and use the tubes again please” A far too posh for this place woman asked. Her middle-aged knees knocking under the grey pencil skirt she was wearing.
    “Sure thing” Michelle responded, walking to get the catheter device again.
    “Isn’t that like 3 times she has gone into you?” Lacey asked, preemptively handing over the tube.
    “Yeah she has had like 8 coffees in the last two hours.”
    “That can’t be good for her”
    “Its not good for me, ill tell you that much” Michelle added, putting a hand on her even more bloated bladder. Although, thankfully it seemed the coffee addict ironically had a small bladder that she could easily contain. But given that it was still 6 hours till they closed, Michelle was starting to worry about her chances of making it home dry. Hopefully the place would be a bit quieter after lunch.
    Going back over the woman barely seemed to think about it before placing the device under herself and letting loose her bladders contents. Casually flicking over the next page of the newspaper she was reading, her legs apart and a stream flowing between her and Michelle who for her part was doing her best not to squirm as her full bladder was filled again. Seeing the tube run dry she made her way back to the desk slightly fuller than before.
    Passing the front door it swung open, a young couple entering and peering around slightly. Sighing Michelle knew she should probably take them since she was already here.
    “Hi, table for two?”
    “Um yes….what is….” The young woman said, pointing at the catheter tubing Michelle had forgotten she was holding.
    “Oh um…so with the bathrooms out of order we are offering a unique service of letting customers, well, relieve themselves into the wait staff.” The shocked expression now on their faces told her they were not a fan of that idea, the woman almost recoiling at the thought.
    “I think we will try somewhere else” The man said, putting his arm around the woman and leading her out.
    “You better not be loosing us customers Michelle.” A condescending tone came from behind her.
    “No Sandra, just explaining our bathroom situation was enough to do that.”
    “Well, maybe keep that to only the customers already in the place then.” She replied, a disapproving look on her face.
    “Sandra, im sorry” came an exacerbated groan from behind them both. Turning they could see Sophie almost doubled over, a slight bulge in her abdomen and crossed legs a sure sign of what she was about to say.
    “I cant hold it, Please, you have to let me pee.”
    “Sophie, there is nowhere to pee like I told you 30 minutes ago. You just have to hold it.”
    “Please” Sophie begged again, a tear rolling down her cheek. “We can only hold so much, we’re desperate here.” She said gesturing around the room. It was true, looking around them all their colleagues were all in various stages of desperation. Some were standing cross legged as they took orders, others boobed on the spot pouring drinks or even had a hand between their legs to keep themselves in control. Only Lola seemed to be comfortable. Despite a having possibly the largest bladder bulge she was acting as if everything was fine, a true workhorse.
    “Look, there is nowhere to go. I cant just let you all run out of here to find somewhere.”
    “Please, what about if I take my lunch break now. I can make it home and back, I wont be late I swear.” Sophie pleaded.
    “Well….” Their boss thought for a second, the sentiment clearly making sense to her. After all, what they did on their break was up to them as long as they were back in time.
    “Look, I cant let you go right now. We are in the middle of the lunch rush.” A small whimper escaped Sophie as her body shook from desperation.
    “But, I’ll see what I can do once it gets a bit quieter in here”
    “But…I don’t know how much longer I can hold this…im about to lose it.”
    “You better not loose it!” Sandra snapped, “Or you know what else you will be losing!”
    “I’ll try” Sophie said, walking hunched over back to the main desk.
    “That goes for you too” Sandra said, turning to point at Michelle before walking back towards the back office.
    “You know what I said earlier, I mean it now” Melody said from behind her, an arm coming past and grabbing the tubing Michelle was still holding. “Maybe they wont pee” She added mockingly.
    “What?” Michelle asked, confused.
    “We swapped tables remember. Four of the guys I took for you say they need to pee.”
    “Really! Are you going to be ok with that?” Michelle asked, genuinely concerned and feeling a little guilty about the position she had put her friend in.
    “Yeah, but if you want to take one of them then we can call it even at 3 each?”
    “Sure, but we are going to need to grab another tube.”
    “Why don’t you go over with this one, and I’ll get another one.” Melody suggested, handing back the tube.
    Walking up to the table she could already tell that one of them was far more desperate than the others. A hand currently deep in his pocket and probably holding it all in.
    “Hi, you guys need the bathroom?”
    “Yeah” The clearly desperate guy added, his other hand gripping the table as he rocked slightly in his seat. “Sorry, I didn’t realise everything was out around here” He added, unzipping his fly and taking the end of Michelle’s tube from her. The others looking on slightly enviously.
    Unlike the other times, no liquid flowed down the tubing. Looking up his face was bright red, he was clearly embarrassed or suffering from stage fright. His full bladder locked up despite his need and now permission to pee.
    “Im sorry, just give me a moment” he stammered, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
    “Sorry about that, you guys need to go too?” Melody asked, returning with a new catheter and a number of attachments for the single tube. Handing them out the each began to undo their trousers and place the devices between their legs like their friend. However, unlike their red faced friend streams quickly flowed along the tube and towards melody. The three streams converging in the slightly wider central tube and flowing into her friend.
    “Oh god” Melody whimpered slightly, the force and volume of the three-person pee taking her by surprise. After a few seconds she was clearly beginning to worry, a hand going down and resting on her bladder as she began to breath slightly more heavily. Looking at her Michelle could see the impact of taking 3 at a time taking its toll on the purple haired woman, her abdomen expanding before her eyes as her bladder and skin was forced to stretch out quickly.
    Apparently after seeing his friends pee, the embarrassed customer still connected to her got himself under control and relaxed enough to start his pee. The sudden warmth and tightness in her abdomen surprising Michelle for a moment and distracting her from Melody’s struggles.  Despite the mans desperate appearance his stream soon died down after just 15 seconds, his pee still felling heavy in her abdomen but was nothing compared to how much she had already in there.
    Looking over at Melody again, her colleagues face was distorted by her rising discomfort. A slight sheen of sweat gathering on her face as her abdomen continued to bloat out massively, the other three guys still peeing into the growing woman. Melody now had a look of pure concentration on her face, biting her lips to keep the cries of discomfort in and not worry the customers. “OOooh” She gasped, her stretching bladder causing ripples of pain to shoot through her body. The bulge in her abdomen increasing for another 10 seconds until finally the three guys stopped peeing into her. A few drips of sweat rolling down her naked body as she stood rigidly trying not to empty herself out on the ground. “Christ” she whimpered, her whole body shaking for a moment.
    “Ohh my god!” A loud voice shouted, followed by an equally loud splattering noise that could be heard over the quiet conversations of the customers. The loud exclamation drawing the attention of the staff and customers alike. But it wasn’t the purple haired waitress emptying herself, it was the new girl Chloe. A few tables over the towering six-foot red head was clutching a catheter in one hand while her clearly distended bladder emptied itself onto the hard flooring. Her other hand pressed deeply between her legs as her pee raced between her fingers, flowing down her long slender legs and falling noisily onto the floor. The four women at her table recoiling back from the large puddle that was making its way towards them, droplets splashing up and against the red leather booth they were sat in. Even from where Michelle was she could see Chloe’s large bladder deflating as the puddle under her grew, the girl rooted to the spot with her eyes closed and cheeks burning.
    “What is going on here?” Came a loud shout, Sandra storming out of her office and into the main room. Swiftly walking up to Chloe as she pee’d and snatching the catheter from her while looking disapprovingly at the puddle spreading across her floor. “Well, looks like someone wont be getting paid today” she said, brandishing the catheter at the young woman. “You can stop at any time by the way” she added, scowling as Chloe continued to lose the battle with her bladder.
    “Im sorry….I cant” Chloe sobbed, tears streaming down her face.
    “You know what, your no good for me today. Just clean your mess up and go home.” Sandra said, walking back to her office and leaving the red headed woman sobbing as pee still streamed down her legs.
    “You have to help me” came a quiet whimper from beside Michelle, startling her slightly having been entirely wrapped up in Chloe’s accident. To her left was a clearly desperate Sophie, both hands jammed between her restless legs that moved constantly while she stood there.
    “Are you ok?” Michelle asked.
    “No….im, im about to piss myself like Chloe. I just cant hold it anymore!” She cried quietly, twisting her legs to press them tighter together.
    “I… I mean what do you want me to do?” Michelle responded, with the toilets out she didn’t have any ideas.
    “I don’t know” Sophie sobbed. “I was about to ask to go on lunch break again but I don’t think Sandra is in the best moods right now after well….” Sophie said, gesturing to Chloe who had just about stopped peeing at this point. A pair of small trails still making their way down her glistening legs.
    “Look maybe I can take some of your customers but….” How would she phrase this. “Im not sure that will help, can you make it another hour?”
    “An hour!” Sophie added, grimacing slightly as her body pulsed in desperation.
    “No….” she added meekly. “Wait, maybe Lola could help?” Sophie said, a little bit of life returning to her face.
    “What do you mean?” Michelle asked, confused by how anyone could help her hold it.
    “C’mon she is never desperate. Im sure she could handle a little bit of mine too”
    “I don’t know, she has had just as many customers if not more than us today.”
    “Im about to wet myself, please can you just go and ask. If she says no then I’ll try and hold but Im really struggling here.”
    “You want me to ask!?”
    “I, yeah. Look the less moving I do the better, unless you want another puddle?”
    “I’ll go find her.” Michelle rushed, realising just how close her friend was to loosing it all.
    Luckily she wasn’t hard to find, the tiny woman currently standing behind the desk. Approaching Michelle already knew what answer she was going to get, the giant bulge in her friends’ abdomen a clear sign she must be desperate. She felt sorry for Sophie, maybe Lola would have another idea to help.
    “Hey Lola.”
    “Need a catheter?” Lola asked back, holding up another tube and handing it to her as if it had become the most normal thing for them to do.
    “Maybe, Sophie is really struggling and I hate to ask but she was wondering if you would be able to help her? But don’t feel like you have too, I know that we all are….”
    “Yeah sure, no problem” Lola replied casually.
    “If you are sure?”
    “Yeah im doing fine, although we cant leave the desk unattended so she will have to come over here if she wants to do it. Everyone else is busy with a table.” The building was still full, with many of the lunch crowd having stayed longer than those in the morning. Around them the other waitresses were either taking orders or many of them were currently connected to relieved looking patrons. The bulges of their bladders becoming more prominent as they day wore on and more customers required their help.
    “Ok great.” Michelle finished, waving over a slow-moving Sophie.
    “Thank you so much Lola” Sophie stammered out as she got behind the desk, the two of them connecting their catheters to each other.
    “I just need to take the edge of, then I can wait till our break” Sophie said as her pee began to flow into the tube. The tenseness in her face disappearing as her body relaxed.
    “You may as well empty yourself out. Gives you more room for customers instead of having to do this again.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Yeah, Im fine.” Lola said confidently, a smile on her face as if she wasn’t feeling anything at all despite the large bulge.
    “How are you fine” Sophie replied, far more relaxed as the pee left her straining bladder.
    “Ive had practice” Lola replied, seemingly unaffected by the new intake.
    “You have had practice of people peeing into you?” Michelle asked, raising an eyebrow.
    “Well no” Lola laughed.  “But my parents were both big germaphobes, so I was only ever allowed to pee in our house. I kind of got use to it, plus its kind of a weird sense of achievement when you managed to hold longer than before.”
    “So you were brought up by Germaphobes and now you work at a restaurant, Naked?” Michelle joked.
    “Yeah, never really thought about it before. Do you think there is a connection?”
    “Well, given your parents attitudes towards piercings and tattoos I would say there is a strong chance its related” Sophie joked, indicating to the number of large tattoos covering her friends body.
    ”Like you can say anything” Lola shot back at Sophie. The blonde herself covered in large tattoos that she had thought would have stopped her getting this job to begin with. But it seemed that a lot of the customers were into the Punk look, the giant wonder woman logo tattooed on her chest getting a lot of attention from them.
    “You may have something there” Sophie smiled, her pee finally stopping as she ran dry. Despite the amount of it inside her, she had been surprised by how quick that had gone through her. Although given the pressure she was feeling in her bladder beforehand, it must have come out at some speed. Not that Lola seemed to notice.
    “What do you three think you are doing?” Came an annoyed voice. “I was just about to come and tell you Sophie that I was going to let you go on break but I guess you have already seen to that.”
    “Im sorry, I couldn’t hold it and didn’t want to make a mess.”
    “Well, your bladders were supposed to be for the customers, the customers come first after all. Lola and Sophie you should have been able to control yourself.” She said, crossing her arms. “So I guess that means the three of you don’t need a break then, I may as well let some of the others go on break.”
    “But I didn’t….” Michelle started.
    “You were already late today, so don’t bother.” Sandra interrupted. Michelle wanted to respond, but decided to bite her tongue or risk making things much worse for herself.  She could already feel her muscles starting to ache inside her, the volume of liquid inside her bladder starting to test her limits. With half a day to go she didn’t need or want to take any risks. “Now go get the other girls.”
     
    With the waitresses quickly gathered at the front desk, many boobing slightly on the spot, their legs closed tightly. “Ok, so ill make this quick so you can get back to work. I understand some of you are feeling a little uncomfortable, so im going to let some of you have your lunch break so you can relieve yourselves if you want too. But im going to have to make sure we have enough to cover any customers. Since you are clearly comfortable enough to break the rules Sophie, Lola, Michelle you will be staying here as well as Lacey and Melody.”
    “Wait, but I really need to go” Lacey protested, a hand between her legs.
    “I’m sorry we need 5 of you here. So unless anyone wants to cover for you?” Sandra asked, but the others simply looked away or at the floor. Their own needs taking precedence over being a good friend.  “But when they get back I will let you all do the same. Now just finish up your current tables and you can go.”
    A number of smiles and relieved faces filled the crowd, with the exception of the 5 being forced to stay behind. But it was just another hour, she could manage that Michelle told herself.
    “Hey lacy and Melody, I think your tables need you.” A call came over their shoulders as Ellie now dressed made her way hastily out of the building. Her jeans clearly undone due to her bladder being simply too large and sensitive for her to close them. A quiet whimper escaped Lacey as her body seemed to pulse from the bad news.
    “I’ll take them” Sophie said, making Lacey look up hopefully. But unfortunately for her, she wasn’t talking about her table but instead the group of three women that had just walked in. However, what was behind them was a little more troubling. A large group of 10 people, 8 men and two women were approaching the door, walking down the side of the building. “Don’t come in, don’t come in, don’t come in” Michelle whispered to herself, looking around and seeing Lola with another customer she knew this would be her table. Disappearing behind the large doors there was a moment where she thought that maybe they would just walk past, but then the doors open and their loud voices filled the building. “Shit” she said slightly louder than she had meant too. But there was nothing she could do, maybe if she didn’t mention it they wouldn’t try to use her as a toilet.
    Walking over she could see them laughing and joking by the wait here sign, their movements slightly off and seemingly looking around the room for something.
    “Hi guys, table for 10?” She asked.
    “Yeah that would be great Love.” The first man replied, constantly glancing at her naked breasts as he spoke.
    “Sure right this way” Michelle replied, rolling her eyes as she faced away from them.
    “Can we get 10 of your largest beers darlin’” Another of them asked as they seemed to gingerly slide into the booth.
    “Oh god, I don’t know if I can handle another one.” A black-haired woman remarked, chewing on her lip piercing slightly. Clearly nervous about something.
    “Sure, I’ll be right back with them.” Michelle added, starting to worry where this was going. If she was forced to take in these 10 people, she would be tempted to quit on the spot.
    Walking back up to the bar she noticed Lacey handing off a tube to Sophie instead of returning it. The small woman heading off to the table she had just brought in, the three women craning their necks and knees Knocking under the table as they waited. The lack of restrooms nearby was clearly affecting a lot of people today.
    “Hey, Lola can you help be take these to booth 14?” Michelle asked, placing the last pint on the two trays.
    As the pair of them made their way over they could see several of the group glancing at them and whispering to each other. What the hell are they up too Michelle worriedly pondered to herself. Placing the trays on the table she and Lola began handing them out, their eyes meeting for a moment and conveying their confusion about the behaviour of this group.
    “So um…” here it comes, Michelle knew something stupid was about to happen, probably a pick up line or something.
    “Which of you has the smallest bladder?”
    “Excuse me?” Michelle asked, confused and slightly offended by the intimate question out of nowhere.
    “You know, out of you girls. Which one pees the most?” He asked more excitedly this time, leaning closer to her.
    “I don’t think we have to tell you that” Lola said, crossing her arms against her chest.
    “I mean you guys are still offering the toilet services right” He added, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
    How the hell did he know about that? “Yes we are” Michelle replied.
    “Ok, well I would like to know who has the smallest bladder?”.
    “And like my colleague said, I don’t think we have to tell you that.” it was Michelle’s turn to cross her arms
    “Well, I think you do and I guess I would like to speak to your manager then. Unless, you would like me to make a mess on your floor.”
    “C’mon Kurt just leave it. I really need to go” The woman responded, her legs jiggling under the table.
    “No, no, I’d like to see a manager.” He said, louder and more forcefully this time.
    “I’ll go get her” Lola gave in, not wanting to get involved in a shouting match and stopping before Michelle did.  A few moments later she returned with an annoyed looking Sandra behind her.
    “What seems to be the problem here?” She asked, looking accusingly at Michelle and not the customer.
    “Your staff member is refusing to answer my question, I simply asked which of your servers has the smallest bladder and they got all defensive on me.” Kurt said, leaning back in his chair.
    “So…why didn’t you tell the customer what he wanted to know?”
    “Because its private information and seemed a little sexual in nature, which we don’t tolerate.”
    “Hey you don’t have to tell me the rules, I made them.” Sandra responded. “It would be private but today its part of the service we are offering. I told you this morning to walk away if you wanted too, its too late now.”
    “Sorry about this.” She said, turning and smiling at Kurt. “I think it would probably be Sophie, she is one of only two to have relieved themselves today.” Sandra added condescendingly.
    “Why are you telling them that?” Michelle said, shocked by the revealing of such personal information from her boss.
    “They are the customer” Sandra responded matter of factually.
    “Yeah but…”
    “Look, I have a lot of work to do so if you can just not have any more arguments with the customers and get back to work please.” Their boss finished, turning and walking back to her office, stopping to point Sophie in the tables direction. A worried look on her face and a clear bulge back in her abdomen despite having released herself fully into Lola just a little while earlier.
    “Hey, Sandra said one of you wants to pee?” She asked.
    “No love, we all do” He responded, the group grinning and enjoying the look of horror on the small woman’s face.
    “But….I….There is no way I can hold 10, I’ve already got 3 in me.” Sophie whimpered.
    “Look, im sorry I think its dangerous if you all go into her.” Michelle said, trying to protect her friend from either hurting herself or disgracing herself.
    “That’s not what your boss says” Kurt said still grinning.
    “I think they might be right, just look at her. She cant hold all these, wouldn’t it be better to spread them out anyway.” The black-haired woman asked, her legs still jiggling under the table.
    “No, I want one. Now give me the tube I need to relieve myself.” He said holding his hand out.
    Reluctantly Michelle had no other choice but to hand it over, Sophie had emptied herself into Lola not long ago, she could hold this hopefully. Maybe they wouldn’t all need to go, or at least have small bladders. But going off the shuffling that was going on around the table, that first point was clearly not true.
    Sophie was looking even more nervous now, her legs already pressed tightly together before she accepted any more pee. She shuddered as Lola connected four pipes to hers and handed them to the customers, the clearly desperate woman for some reason refusing it. Maybe at least one of their group had some sort of empathy.
    Holding the devices inside their pants the four men smiled, locking eyes with Sophie as she nervously bit her thumb nail, waiting for the inevitable discomfort that would be coming her way.
    “Ned sends his regards” Kurt sneered, a wicked smile on his face as the four of them began to pee at some speed. The light-yellow liquid gurgling and rushing its way through the four connectors until meeting in the central pipe and forming a single torrent of fluid that rushed towards Sophie's already full bladder.
    “Oooooh!” Sophie groaned loudly, the rush of pee battering against her bladder and started filling it past its capacity. Her hands fell to her thighs as she doubled over, the pressure inside her unimaginable. Looking down her bladder was ballooning out faster than she thought was even possible, her stomach expanding as the four bursting bladders gleefully filled poor Sophie. Baring down on their muscles they were forcing their pee into her at a tremendous pace, watching intently as she started to squirm in front of them. Her skin stretching tighter as they inflated her with the contents of their purposefully brimming bladders. They had spent the afternoon drinking as much as possible for this moment, the 10 of them receiving texts about this place from a pissed off Ned a few hours earlier. Since then they had met up in the car park downing bottle after bottle of water or beer for this exact reason, to pump these ungrateful women as full as possible.
    “God” Sophie breathed heavily, groaning as the four bladders connected to hers continued to push their contents into her, the bulge in her abdomen becoming large and larger by the second. Finally and almost instantly the first stream died off, then the second until had stopped. Only 20 seconds had passed, the customers red faced with the effort of squeezing out their bladders contents as swiftly as possible. The wicked grins still written across their face as Sophie staggered to the side, her hands clutching her heavily distended abdomen. Breathing heavily through her nose the effort of containing such a load was taking its toll.
    “Alright, next guys are up” Kurt said, extracting the tube from his pants and holding it up for whomever wanted it next.
    “I think she is about to blow” One of the cheered as Sophie let out a guttural moan. Her head stooped and looking at the floor. Her chest heaving as she battled painful spasms and screaming muscles that had been stretched further than she could ever remember. She had never had this much pee in her before, the mass of hot liquid pressing out of her taught skin. The pressure was immense, almost too much for her brain to handle as black spots started to appear in her eyes. Stumbling again she reached a hand out for the edge of a nearby booth, only for Michelle to grab it and help guide her to where she could lean against it.
    “Come on, some of us still have to go!” One of the people around the table shouted.
    “She has had enough” Lola said, grabbing the connector from the tube dangling between Sophie's trembling legs and attaching it to herself. “But I’ll be more than happy to handle it.”
    “Handle it, you wish” One of them retorted “I’ve been holding this all day and I’m sure it’s too much for someone as small as you.” He said grabbing a connector along with 5 of the others, the black haired woman the only one to refuse again. This time it was Lola’s turn to grunt as the five streams started,  her already substantially bloated bladder expanding even more. The giant bulge pushing further and further out of her, a hiss of air escaping between her pursed lips as spasm after spasm rocked her body. After 10 seconds her quivering bladder seemed to take on a life of its own, the volume entering It causing even the top of her abdomen to grow. The tightening skin pulling up her bulge as it continued to grow to truly monstrous proportions. The five tormentors looking on with glee as the petite girl expanded with their pee.
    Next to her Michelle was still trying to help Sophie in her own battle, pulses still racing through her body after being filled more than she had ever been in her entire life. Groaning and clutching herself it was clear she couldn’t last long like this.  
    “Hey guys I need” Lacey started, rushing up behind them.
    “Sorry, we are in the middle of something” Michelle replied, too busy watching Sophie. She had to do something, or her friend would definitely not make it another minute let alone until the other waitresses got back. Sweat was rolling down her quaking body, Sophie's eyes still closed as she did her best to control herself. “Sophie, use me. I can take a bit.” Michelle said calmly, she wasn’t sure how true that was but she had to do something.”
    “But I…” Lacey started behind them.
    “What?” Michelle asked slightly annoyed, couldn’t she see they were in trouble already.
    But as she turned around she could see Lacey herself was in trouble, a substantial bulge forcing its way out her body. Her curly dark blonde hair sticking to her clammy skin, then with a final shudder she groaned as a highly pressurised stream started to fall between her shaking legs. The clear liquid wrapping around her legs and spilling onto the floor as Lacey’s hands shot up to her face to hide her shame. “Fuckkkk” she groaned, despite the embarrassment the release was pure pleasure, customer after customer filling until she just couldn’t hold it one second more. She had been about to ask Lola to help her, just as she had done Sophie but now it was too late.
    “Drink and a show!” A couple of the customers now watching Lacey piss herself cheered, clinking their glasses together. “Another Round, we can do this all  day!” Kurt shouted, making Michelle shudder. She was sure the lot of them would like nothing more than to spend all day here filling them all up as much and as frequently as possible until none of them remained dry.
    “Dirty bitch cant control herself” He chastised Lacey, pulling a phone out and seemingly going to take a photo or video of her accident.
    Finally! Michelle thought to herself, something she could kick these guys out for. Forcibly grabbing the phone from his hand she stopped and deleted the recording, with half a mind to throw it at him.
    “Hey, that’s my phone” He shouted.
    “Yeah and we have a strict no phone policy. If we see one we usually ask people to put them away but given that you were actually recording her which is an offense, im going to have to ask you all to leave.”
    “What a joke” He said, standing angrily. “Let go guys we can find somewhere else. Enjoy our deposit” he said loudly, leaning over to say it in Sophies ear as he passed her. Swinging the door open the group started to file out, giving the girls glares of distain despite what they were clearly trying to do to them. Soon only the desperate woman was left sitting at their booth.  “Im sorry, if I move I think I might loose it” she said, a slight grimace on her face which was reddening by the second.
    “Its ok, you weren’t part of the problem. If you can hang on for a moment longer I can see if we can do something to help.” Getting a nod from her, Michele’s attention returned to Sophie, a few drops of pee rolling down her bare thighs. She was losing it, wait! Turning she looked at Lacey who had just finished emptying herself on the floor. The large puddle expanding still as it worked its way across the even floor. “Lacey, I need your help.”
    “Oh god that feels so much better, I don’t even care. What do you need?”
    “I need you to take in some of what Sophie has in her.”
    “Wait what! I’ve only just emptied myself im not sure I can handle doing it again. My muscles are too tired.”
    “Look, you don’t have to take all of it, just enough so Sophie isn’t like this. Plus, Sandra hasn’t seen this yet so if you do this for me Ill go grab something to clean up this mess before you lose your overtime.”
    Lacey looked around for a few moments, the relatively empty restaurant was quiet now the loud group had left. Just 4 other tables, she could do this. Nodding Lacey grabbed the tubing and Michelle went to grab a bucket and mop. Somehow the ruse worked and a couple of minutes later she was emptying the slightly acrid smelling water down the drain in the ladies room. Sandra hadn’t seen, so she didn’t need to know.
    Returning to the table she could see Sophie and Lacey once again struggling with the bladders, Lola having returned to the desk. “How are you feeling”.
    “A bit better, thanks Lacey. Although….I really don’t think I can hold even this much.”
    “Do you think you can take more?” Michelle asked Lacey who was rubbing her own bladder with one hand. A small bulge present again in her stomach.
    “Maybe later, but I don’t think I can at the moment. My muscles are still on fire down there, im sorry.”
    “No its ok, thank you!” Michelle replied earnestly, she had been a little harsh on her earlier but hopefully Lacey knew it was just from the panic of the situation.
    “Oh god” Sophie whimpered as she squirmed again, her bladder still easy to see in its bloated form despite what ever she had put into Lacey. “Do…Do you think Lola could help again?” she whispered to Michelle.
    “I maybe, I didn’t really see her after being filled up by those guys but I imagine she must be pretty full. But we can go ask her and maybe we can share it out between a few of us.”
    “Yeah…that would be good” Sophie concluded, doubled over she carefully walked to the desk where Lola was stood, her hands cupping her bladder.
    “Um…Excuse me?” The black-haired woman at the table asked, her hands now firmly between her legs.
    “Sorry, can you wait like 2 more minutes and someone will be right with you” Michelle asked, aware how she must be feeling.
    “Um…I’ll try.”
    Passing the slow moving Sophie, Michelle went ahead to ask Lola about being used again, but as she rounded the corner of the desk something caught her eye.
    “Holy fuck” She almost shouted.
    Lola’s short stature had hidden the true extent of her bladder behind the tall desk, but now coming around it was impossible not to see it. The tiny woman looked more than 9 months pregnant, her bladder pushing inches out of her and more than doubling her waistline. It was a good job they were naked, otherwise there was no way her clothes would have fit around her monstrously bloated bladder.
    “Yeah it’s a lot, its definitely more than I’ve ever held before” Lola said, a look of pain overcoming her for a moment as something indie her spasmed.
    “How are you not exploding right now”
    “Well, I cant lie its getting hard now. But its always good to test your limits” She said, a forced and pained smile on her face.
    “Holy fuck” Came a cry from Sophie who had just caught up with them and was now seeing the same rotund mass perilously pushing out of Lola. “How is it even possible for one person to hold that much?”
    “I guess, bladders can stretch a lot. People just don’t push themselves as much as I have to know where the limits are.” Lola said calmly.
    “Well its bloody impressive…Do…Do you think I could do that one day?” Sophie asked, getting a strange look from Michelle and Lola.
    “What do you mean?” Lola asked, confused.
    “Like, get better at holding. Im sick of being the one to always having to rush off to pee. It would be nice ”
    “Sure I guess…just don’t hurt yourself.” Lola said, the others aware of the irony given just how much Lola was currently holding. There was no way that was normal.
     
    The other part of it was something Sophie didn’t want to admit. On the walk over she had felt something inside her, the weight of her bladder pressing on something, a part of her that was causing pleasure to radiate around her body with every step. She had never felt anything like it before, It was strangely addictive in a way. Shuffling again she felt her bladder pulse with pain and then with pleasure, causing her purse her lips.
    “Are you ok Sophie” Michelle asked
    “I…oh yeah im good, I want to try and hold it.” Sophie stammered, blushing madly and feeling embarrassed about almost being caught enjoying this.
    Noticing a hand waving from across the room Michelle swore in her head, she had forgotten about that woman again. Could she handle another bladder, if she did she was sure that never mind Sophie but she herself would be near breaking point. Her bloated bladder was already causing the occasional spasm and peak of discomfort, but looking around she couldn’t help but realise she was probably in the best position of any of them. Grabbing the tube she walked over, the womans face becoming more relaxed after spotting the equipment in her hand.
    “Sorry about that, your friends did a number on a couple of my friends.” Michelle admitted.
    “Yeah I can see that, im really sorry” she replied, jiggling furiously on the spot.
    “Not your fault, but I can let you pee if you want too?”
    “Into you?” She asked, clearly concerned about something.
    “If that’s ok?” Michelle added, wondering what the look was for.
    “Its just, you look pretty full and I mean, ive got a pretty big bladder”
    “But you seem to…”
    Yeah I know I look desperate, those guys I was with also know I have a big bladder. They kept forcing me to drink more and more, I think I must have had more than a gallon of water by the time we arrived, plus a few beers. So Im really dying, but I don’t want to cause any more issues for you guys.”
    “No its ok, its our job and I appreciate you trying.”
    “If you are sure, is there no one more empty than you?” The woman asked, the complete opposite of the purpose her group had come here with.
    “I don’t know…” But Michelle was interrupted by the front door opening again. “Oh thank god” she said, recognising Trudy returning from her lunch break.
    “Trudy!” she shouted, waving her over.
    “I need you to take this customer”
    “Bit I’ve only just got back Michelle.” She pleaded.
    “I’ll take that sift you wanted to swap next week”
    “Ok fine” Trudy said, taking off her clothes in the middle of the room and making a bit of a scene. Thankfully there were just 2 other tables, Melody having finished up with another of hers.
    Helping connect the tubes and handing one to the squirming woman Michelle watched a powerful burst flow into the tube. She hadn’t been lying about needing to go. A look of relief washing over her face.
    “Oooohh, I forgot how this felt.” Trudy complained. The flow continuing 30 seconds later as Michelle witnessed her friend’s bladder starting to really bloat out of her.
    “Holy fuck how much have you got in you” Trudy grunted, only getting a slight whimper from the woman in response. 5 more seconds, then 10, 15 seconds passed as the flow continued. “How can one woman hold so much!” Trudy all but shouted as her bladder continued to swell inside her. Another 10 seconds and she couldn’t handle the insurmountable pressure building inside her. Pain and muscles spams rocketing through her, being filled so quickly was destroying her ability to control it.
    “Oh god im going to burst, you have to stop.” Trudy cried
    “Im sorry im trying!” The customer said, grunting.
    “Try harder!”
    “I’ve been holding it in all day and I’ve had so much to drink” The woman pleaded. But finally, after another few seconds the stream stopped.
    “Holy fuck, Holy fuck, Holy fuck” Trudy stammered, her eyes wide and both hands between her legs. “what the fuck was that, im worse off than when I went on break!” She winced, a powerful wave squeezing her bladder.
    “Im sorry” The woman said, her hands still between her crotch and gurning slightly. “I’ve got to go”, she said, standing up out the door. Running along the windows she suddenly stopped just a few feet from the building. Her legs crossing and bending over, she was clearly still battling her own bladder. Then after a few moments they watched as her black jeans started darkening even more, light reflecting from streams of pee that were soaking through the heavy fabric. A puddle rapidly spreading from her on the pavement as she continued to piss herself. The quantity of drinks she was forced to drink, combined with only a partial pee, weakening her control too much.
    “I cant hold this” Trudy whimpered, dancing on the spot. “I’ve got to go again.” She continued, grabbing her dress and throwing it back on before rushing out of the door and past the still peeing customer. Michelle didn’t know what her plan was, where could she possibly be going. But picking up her friend’s things including Trudy’s underwear, she bundled them up and went to hide them behind the desk. Sandra hadn’t seen her yet so she might get away with her thinking it was still her lunch break. She definitely owed her that much, there was no way she could have taken that woman’s bladder. Especially if only a partial pee had that much impact on a completely empty one.
     
    “I swear if those guys don’t get back soon im going to piss myself like Lacey” Melody said, the group now together behind the main desk. For the first time that day the whole place was empty, the last table thankfully for Sophie not asking to use the facilities before leaving.
    Looking over at the slightly wider set woman, Michelle could see the large bulge pressing out of Melody. Her bladder like Michelle’s own filled by multiple customers and denied any relief. Now only them and the ever-expanding Lola were left having had no relief all day. Their friends losing control or in Sophies case using Lola.
    “You can use me if you want too?” Lola offered to Melody, despite the fact she was now clearly sweating and breathing heavily. The weight of her bladder wreaking havoc with her body, yet still she offered to hold more for these guys.
    “What no! The amount I have in me would be too much for even you at this point. I can hold it.” The purple haired waitress said confidently. Although she wasn’t too sure, her body similarly reacting to the intense need to pee she felt. The effort causing sweat to build on her brow, the purple dye in her hair coming off and turning the roots of her hair a light shade of pink.
    Thankfully they didn’t have to wait long as just after half past 3 the other waitresses started to walk back in. Their lunch time over and looking far more relieved, they strolled back in to see the remaining 5 bobbing and dancing in desperation. All marvelling at the size of Lola as she still somehow contained the vast ocean of pee from more than a dozen people.
    “Thank god they are back, I was like 5 minutes from weeing myself” Melody said again, the relief easy to hear in her voice.
    “Should we go ask Sandra?” Sophie said, her own need quite substantial at this point.
    “Ask Sandra what?” Came the voice of their boss, despite wearing shoes they swore she somehow moved around silently.
    “The place is empty and I…We, would really use a break.” Said Michelle, the others nodding in agreement.
    “Well I suppose since the place is empty I cant see any reason why no…”
    The sentence was interrupted as the front door swung open, loudly hitting the door stop.
    “I need a bathroom” A woman yelled, a hand in her crotch. But that wasn’t what got the attention of the waitresses. Outside a storm of red and white striped shirts was swirling around the building, the game in the stadium ending and sending hundreds of fans their way.
    “No, No, No, No!” Melody shouted, seeing where this was going.
    As they watched a line formed, quickly stretching out of the door and around the side of the building. Pee dances filled the streets as people waited, not to use the restaurant for what it was designed for but just to pee into them. Apparently there had been no restrooms at the match, now two hours later the supporters were bursting and looking for a way to release themselves of the burden of their bladders.
    “We cant take this many, its insane!” Melody stated, turning to look at Sandra.
    “If you want your pay you better take them, as long as they buy something.” Their boss said, walking towards the line.
    “You cant be serious, there must be like 100 of them.” Michelle said following her closely.
    “Better get started then. Look, the sooner you deal with them the sooner you can go on break”
    “Only paying customers” Sandra said loudly to those waiting.
    “Oh god, ill buy whatever you want. Please just help me” The brunette at the front pleaded with Michelle.
    “Im holding 6 already, plus my own. I cant take this!” Melody said loudly as Sandra walked away.
    “I…Ok come with me” Michelle gave in, the pleading and desperate eyes of the woman winning her over.
    “You….oh my god.” Melody whimpered, giving in to the fact that this was happening, despite her already bulging bladder she would just have to suck it up and take more. “OK, you” she said pointing at a random guy second in the line. “You buying something?” Getting a nod she sighed heavily. “Fine, come this way.”
    Sitting her customer in the booth Michelle prepared herself, the wild fidgeting of the customer doing nothing for her need. “What can I get you?” she asked. “I, I just need to pee” The woman stammered back. “Im afraid we are only offering it to paying customers, once you order something, I can help you.” Michelle replied calmly, she hated the fact that it had crossed her mind but the longer she took with each customer the less she would have to deal with. But given there were now 8 empty bladders to use, she figured it was only fair.
    “I’ll have a coffee then”
    “Ok great. Now take this” she said handing the woman the end of the catheter. “Put that under yourself and then feel free to let go.” Hastily the woman quickly undid her jeans, her light blue panties already displaying a small wet spot from where she had started to leak. Moving her panties to the side rather than pulling them down a river or pee raced out of her, the customer moaning in relief. Michelle’s face straining as she felt another bladders contents being forced into her own. The skin around her mid-section feeling tighter and ripples of what felt like static shocks starting to race across her taught skin.
    “Ooooh” she breathed out heavily.
    “Im sorry, I thought there would be toilets at the stadium but they were closed. I’ve been  waiting hours, I would have tried to get back home but its like an hour on the bus and I just know I wouldn’t have made it.”
    “Its alright” Michelle said, forcing a smile on her face.
    Soon the building was filled with the moans and groans of the waitresses, many of them hooked up to multiple desperate customers from a line that seemed endless. The sports fans spilling into their establishment and pushing their bladders contents into the tortured women working here. One customer soon became two and then three for Michelle as she felt her body trembling under her demands. The size of her bladder increasing dramatically with each customer that continued to flood into the place.
    A guttural scream filled the room, “I cant take it” Melody shouted, her whole body shuddering as it seemed to be coming apart at the seams. Her giant bladder currently being filled ruthlessly by 5 men at the same time. Their strong streams flowing down the tubs at some pace into the writhing and grunting purple haired woman. Her face covered in a pained expression as her hands held onto her expanding bladder, trying to hold it together. But it was no use, with a final pained scream it was just too much for her. “I Caaaan’t Hold it” she yelled, a hand reaching down and pulling out the Catheter just as the five guys finished filling her. Almost instantly she exploded, her pent-up piss flying in all directions as her massive bladder emptied itself. The strongest stream of pee any of them had ever seen erupting out of her tortured body, a dozen bladders worth of contents streaming out of her. The relief making her go light headed as she sank onto the cold floor, her legs wide open and the stream arching out of her and racing its way across the floor. A giant puddle starting to form around the sitting woman, apparently to far gone to care about what was happening. She had been pushed far beyond her limit and had reached a physical barrier that she just couldn’t overcome. The litres and hours’ worth of pee spilling out of her at speed. Even after 30 seconds the bulge in her abdomen refused to disappear, however the sight was too much for a number of those in the line. Three women and a man losing control of their bladders. Dark streaks forming on their trousers as they desperately lost the fight for their dignity. Their puddles of pee rapidly spilling out of their trouser legs and flowing over their shoes and onto the floor to join Melody’s.
    The two men next in line for Melody openly holding themselves, before spotting and joining the Que that had formed next to Lola. Lola was now hooked up by the entrance, sitting with her legs wide open to accommodate the truly gargantuan bladder bulge that was pressing her hips apart. Customers lined up one after another as they peed into the inflated woman, taking their relief and then handing the tube to the next waiting person. Lola’s face and chest were as red as possible, her whole body covered in a layer of sweat as beads of it collected and rolled down her now giant frame. One by one the customers came, ruthlessly pushing more and more piss into her tortured body as she writhed and groaned. She could stop it at any moment, but instead she let them continue to pump her bigger and bigger. Her bladder surpassing that of a 9 month pregnancy for someone her size, her small frame further exaggerating the truly monstrous size of it. Groaning and whimpering her hands held onto the massive organ that was almost hanging off her, Lola s face constantly grimacing as the pain overwhelmed her. Yet still more desperate customers came, grabbing a tube and peeing into her. But the sight of her distended body too much for many of the customers, not wanting to harm her and instead going to another of them or even starting to pee outside. A number of women near the rear of the line losing control and squatting in the street, a river of pee making its way into the nearby drain.
    Lola’s grunts and moans could be heard through out the building as yet more people filled her up, it was relentless. But there was nothing Michelle or the others could do, their time taken up by their own bladders being filled by lines of customers. Even Melody and Lacey who had wet themselves once already were being hooked up again, the formers large puddle still sitting on the floor. Many of the waitresses looked on the verge of control, multiple customers being hooked up to each and every one of the staff.  Grunts and cries of desperation or pain still echoing around the room from the still desperate customers and waitresses alike.
    After 10 minutes of this torturous cycle even those that had emptied themselves out at lunch were struggling. Their bladders being maxed out again almost instantly after arriving back at work. But they all knew they would surely have burst if they had not had at least some release. The fact that Lola and Michelle were still holding was a wonder to them.
    Michelle for her part was nearing the edge of her control, her own bladder now much larger than she could ever remember it being in her life. Those static like shocks she had felt earlier now turning into pulses and forks of brilliant white pain. Shooting around her body from her bladder that was stretched so tight she was starting to think If she touched anything sharp she was going to pop like a water balloon. Looking down she tried to rest a hand on it as the fifth customer finished up using her, but even the slight contact made it contract and pulse wildly. Biting her lip hard she managed to keep her groan quiet instead of yelling out like she really wanted too. This was madness she reminded herself, all this for just some more money. Was it really worth it? But looking over at the giant and panting Lola, it wasn’t just for money any more, it was to help her and the rest of the staff.
    But thankfully and mercifully as she looked up it seemed that as quickly as the line had formed, it was almost gone. The last few customers hooked up to the waitresses, two more peeing into the groaning Lola while she could see others still peeing against the outside of the building. Then the stillness that was present earlier returned, the whirlwind of fans destroying the place and the waitresses.
    “How the fuck are you not exploding right now?” Michelle asked the panting Lola, her face contorted with pain and twitching madly.
    “I….if I move im going to lose it” she whimpered.
    “I can hold a lot…but this is too, its too much.” She said, panic starting to creep in.
    “Hold on Lola, Ill go see if any one can take some. You’ve taken in so much for us it’s the least we can do. Just hold on!” Michelle said, leaving the sweating, writhing and whimpering mess of her friend still reclined and stuck in her booth. She knew that if Lola was admitting it, it had to be true.
    “Girls, I think Lola is really suffering. Do any of you think you can take a bit, just to take the edge off?”
    “Im pretty full, but maybe a little?” Lacey said.
    “I don’t think I can, im just too full already. That was like 7 guys each” Another said, the others nodding in agreement. Bulges coming out of each and every one of them as the desperately danced or stood with their legs firmly crossed. “I’ll take some, it’s the least I can do” Came a surprising candidate. Sophie who was still sporting her own bladder bulge stood up, looking far more confident in her abilities. “Fuck it, ill take a little too. She did take a lot for us.” Melody said, walking over and putting an arm around Sophie. With that a couple of others were in, if Sophie could handle it then they could too!
    Walking over to Lola who now had her hands pressing deeply in her crotch, her legs unable to close due to the sheer size of her distended bladder which was taking up the space between the tops of her thighs. “Hold on Lola, a few of us are going to help.” Michelle said as they one by one hooked themselves up to a new tube. The eight desperate women knew this was the right thing to do, but it was going to make it so much harder for them to hold for themselves.
    “Ok, you can let go now” Sophie said, the last to be hooked up.
    “But only a bit, I cant take much more” Lacey and Melody said in agreement.
    “I can hol…hol…hold it” Lola stammered, her body being shaken to its core by the powerful pulses from her over taxed bladder.
    “Don’t hurt yourself, you told me the same earlier and Its because of me you are in this position, let us help”. Sophie said, noticing a tear falling from Lola’s eye as the pain became too much. A moment later a dribble of pee entered the tube, not enough to even make it to the others. But gradually as if she was prying the door to her bladders open it picked up speed and after a few seconds a solid stream started to flow into the tube. The eight women attached to her groaning as their already full bladders took the brunt of Lola’s erupting tank.
    “Ok, ok, ok” Please. That’s all I can take” Lacey begged just a few seconds later, her hands gripping onto the side of the nearby table.
    “Im stopping, im stopping” Lola said, but the river continued.
    “Im too full” Melody groaned, her own tired muscles complaining loudly having lost control minutes before.
    But after just 15 seconds the stream in the tube stopped, Lola somehow regaining control over her titanic bladder. From the outside it seemed that the pee had barely made a dent, her bulge barely reducing if at all. Despite that it seemed to have really helped Lola. She was still breathing heavily, her face and chest red with exertion, but her posture and expression looked far more relaxed now. The opposite of Sophie, whose eyes were wide a she stood unmoving. Breathing heavily through her nose Michelle was worried she was about to loose it too. But somehow, she held on.
     
    “What is going on here?” Sandra asked, appearing out of nowhere once again.
    “We need to go on break, now” Michelle replied, all to aware that the minor relief Lola was feeling would be gone in minutes. The forks of pain in her own bladder transforming into a solid stabbing sensation, causing her to wince.
    “Well, its only an hour till we close. Seems a bit pointless to let you go now” Her boss said callously. Her apparent disregard for Lola and her’s feelings boiling her blood. Half Michelle’s mind wanted to pin Sandra down and connect her up and let the entire staff empty themselves into their boss who clearly didn’t care about them. She would enjoy watching as the 11 of them filled her up with the dozens of customers worth of piss still coursing through their bladders.
    “We are going. We are legally owed a lunch break, which we will be taking now.” Michelle said, not taking a no for an answer. Aware of the fact the deep pulses from her bladder getting worse by the moment. She couldn’t imagine what Lola was going through or for that matter what Sophie was going through, the ordinarily pee prone blonde holding far more than she would have thought she would have been able too.
    “Well, I guess you have been here all day.” Sandra conceded.
    “Oh thank god” Melody breathed out, her own bladder just as full as it was before the rush of fans despite losing control.
    “Can you grab these guys things?” Michelle asked Melody, aware that the less the three of them had to move the better. Herself, Sophie and Lola teetering on the edges of control, their bodys trembling and fighting them to ,make them release their bladders.
    “Yeah sure” Melody said, racing off to the staff room as fast as her full bladder would let her. Returning a few moments later she had a slightly worried look on her face. “I think we might have a problem” ,she said holding up the skin tight leggings Lola had worn to work that day, there was no way they would fit her massively bloated body now.
    “I picked the wrong day to wear those” Lola half joked.
    “What are we going to do?” Melody asked, bobbing on the spot as Lola’s leggings flapped in her hand.
    A dinging noise alerted the group, the front door opening once again as a pair of gruff men walked in.
    “Hi, sorry to bother you, could we use a bathroom please. You’re the only place still open.” One of them said.
    Lola’s eyes went wide, she had just filled everyone to capacity, her friends had put their bodies on the line for her. Now there were two more customers, two more bladders to empty. Her breathing became shallow, she was the only one who could do this, the others didn’t have the strength.
    “Yeah sure” She said standing on shaky legs, getting a worried expression from the two men as they watched the bloated woman stumble towards them.
    “Are you ok?” he asked
    “I yeah im fine” Lola said, handing him a catheter.
    “Uhhhh…” He said looking confused at it.
    “The water main is out, if you want to…relieve…. yourselves, you can go into me.” Lola shuddered, the momentary rest bite from the others taking her load already gone.
    “What!” he said dropping the tube. “Sorry, no I mean, the main is fixed. We have been out there all day but the water should have come back on like an hour ago?” He asked as much as said.
    Now Lola’s eyes were wide for a different reason, relief was at hand if these men were to believed.
    “Wait, we can pee!” Melody shouted, the other waitresses looking excitedly at each other.
    “I…uh yeah, so can I use your toilet or…?” He asked, still looking bemused at the room full of naked, bursting women who had seemingly spent the day letting their customers pee into them.
    “Yeah sure its over there” Lola said pointing towards the men's room. The two engineers walking towards and pushing the door open. As soon as it swung closed a mad dash started, the quiet clunk of the wood like a starting pistol as the dozen women darted for the ladies room. They knew it only had two stalls, it would be a race to see who got their first, unfortunately for Michelle Lola and Sophie, they had found themselves the wrong side of the group. They had been about to go out the door, not to the toilets they had thought were still out of order.
    “Wait!” A loud voice shouted as the first hands reached the door.
    Walking out of her office came Sandra. “Lola, Michelle, you should go. You are both the only ones who have managed to last all day without disgracing themselves or using someone else. I think its only fair you both go first and then I guess Sophie and Lacey had better be next.”
    Looking at each other in disbelief, Lola and Michelle couldn’t believe it. Their boss had actually just done something nice for them. Without wanting to wait for her to change her mind the pair rushed as fast as their bulging bladders would allow them. Sophie helping Lola along the way as the other waitresses stood to the side, letting them past while they danced in line.
    Opening the door the pair all but fell into the stalls, the doors closing with Sophie waiting outside having helped Lola in. As soon as they sat their aching and abused bodies took over. Powerful streams erupting out of both of them, their speed and ferocity enough to make Michelle worried she was about to break through the ceramic bowl. But after a few seconds all worry’s ebbed away, her distended and giant bladder relaxing as spasms still raced through her tortured body. The pair of them groaning loudly in the absolute pleasure of finally peeing after so long and so much holding. Their groans and moans of pleasure reverberating through their stall and loud enough to enter the main room where the waiting women’s desperate dances only increased in ferocity as a response.
    Their twin streams continued for some time, but after more than two minutes of pure bliss Michelle was empty. Her aching muscles trembling and burning with a tired energy as if she had been working out. Pins and needs seemingly flowing across her now empty bladder in a sensation she had never felt before. Looking under the cubicle door she could see Sophie's bare feet dancing up and down as she paced around outside the cubicles. Michelle tried to stand but found no strength in her legs, taking a deep breath she pulled herself off the seat. Opening the door she let Sophie push through, sitting on the toilet and letting her own stream out as a new set of moans filled the room.
    Sophie hated to admit it, but it felt so good to pee! She had never really wanted to push herself to hold more, but after watching everyone hold today and realising that she could hold much more than she thought possible, she was resolute that she would hold more in the future. After just over a minute she too ran dry, all the while Lola had continued to empty out, her heavy and ragged breathing filling the room as she panted.
    “Oh fuck” Lola said out loud as the sound of splashing water filled the room.
    “Did you break the toilet?” Sophie asked, flushing her toilet and standing up.
    “No….I think I filled it.”
     
    The end.
     
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    Finding Mira's limits
    (Warning: Includes Scenes of a sexual nature, for those who might not be into it)
     
     
    Watching the car pull up out front Mira couldn’t help but smile, it had been three long weeks since she had last seen her fiancé Lewis. As a successful businessman he often found himself travelling, much to her annoyance. She knew it wasn’t his choice but she still wished that some of his longer trips didn’t happen.
    Looking away from the window she checked herself out in the mirror, smoothing out the crease in her black lingerie where it barely covered her moderate bust before running a hand through her two-toned straight hair. The smile reappeared as she heard the engine turn off outside, her perfectly straight teeth sinking into her supple lower lip as she bit into in anticipation.
    Stepping out of the car came the man she had missed so badly, a man who by comparison was rather plain looking. The pair often got questioning looks or comments about how such an ordinary man could capture her, but they didn’t know him the way she did. She had been with a number of partners before meeting Lewis, but she had never had the level of connection she had with him. They had first met at a friends party and like most others she had thought he was a bit of a boring guy, not really saying or doing much. But a few weeks later the pair of them had met again at the same friend’s cabin, over that weekend away she had really fallen for him. He had a great sense of humour and was a great listener, a rare thing for the men her looks typically attracted. The two of them had spent much of that weekend sat side by side on a wall overlooking the valley they were staying in, talking for hours and hours about hopes, dreams and where they saw themselves in 5 years’ time. The honest and heartfelt conversation drawing the pair of them closer, but her feelings today were a little less poetic
    Hearing the front door open she took up her pose, moving over and lounging suggestively on the bed.
    “Mira?” Came a shout from the hallway downstairs.
    “Im in the bed room” She shouted back, doing her best to still maintain some femininity in the yell.
    With each creak of the stairs she felt her heart flutter, the butterflies in her stomach going into overload as she heard him step onto the landing. How many times had she imagined this over the last couple of days, it was always torture when Lewis was gone for so long. A week she could handle, but 3…
    Opening the door slowly it revealed him standing there, a broad smile on his face as he met her eyes before his rolled slightly. Of the pair of them she was always the more sexually forward and it seemed he had expected something like this. Although, the flirty texting they had been doing all afternoon should have been somewhat of a clue to him.
    “I see you have been busy” he joked, raising an eyebrow at his beautiful girlfriend laying on a bed, candles flickering around the softly lit room filled by soft jazz music.
    “What ever do you mean” she replied, fanning her long hair innocently.
    “Well” he said stepping into the room, his hands behind his back for some reason. “I was just putting my suitcase next to the laundry room and I may have found these.” He said, holding out a pair of her soaked underwear and causing her to blush deeply.
    Her fetish was no secret between the two of them and he was well aware of what got her going, even though he rarely took any part of it. From time to time he would indulge her, but even just him talking about it was making her heart pump a little faster.
    “I think someone couldn’t control themselves when I was away” He said, his voice taking on a huskier tone as he walked towards her on the bed and taking her by surprise.
    Lewis had always been a bit reluctant to be involved with her holds, not wanting to hurt her or cause any unwanted accidents, not realising that was what she dreamt of. But over the last year she had slowly been pushing what he was comfortable with and was enjoying it immensely, this current turn included.
    “I just couldn’t hold it. I was ever so desperate” she said, doing her best to sound innocent and pouting slightly.
    “I suppose the toilet was just too far away, there was no way of making it?” Lewis asked, taking another step towards her in the room and throwing his suit jacket onto a chair in the corner.
    “It was, I was at my limit.” Mira continued; her mind flooded with the images of her morning accident. Waking up with an “accidentally” full bladder had only made her long for his touch that much more. The pair of them having an unwritten rule of not pleasuring themselves on these trips away from each other, a form of erotic torture that only seemed to heighten her lust for him. A little game for them to play, forcing her to go without the most basic of pleasures for weeks at a time.
    “Well if you were at your limit that would be fine, but I don’t believe you.”
    “You don’t?” she said, raising an eyebrow and waiting for what he was going to say or do next.
    “I think you wanted to lose control, im not even sure you know what your limit is” he said, their bodies just inches from each other as he stood next to the bed, Lewis still holding up her wet panties and accusing her of wetting herself intentionally. A fact they both new was true, but that wasn’t the point of this little game.
    Her heart seemed to almost catch in her throat with that last accusation, Mira becoming worried that if he kept this up she was going to faint. She could feel her nipples becoming impossibly hard as they pressed against the soft fabric that was barely covering her slim body. Reaching down he lightly brushed one with his thumb, the simple movement causing her to moan in elicit pleasure.
    “What should we do, if you don’t think I was at my limit, should I be punished” She said suggestively, slowly opening her legs for him. Her whole crotch throbbing and almost demanding they end this foreplay with an animalistic desire.
    “I was thinking, maybe we should find it”, he said uncharacteristically.
    “Wait, so you want to push me to my limit.” She asked standing up, his suggestion breaking through the false pretences and hitting a note she just couldn’t ignore, was he really saying what she thought he was?
    “If it would make you happy” He said sweetly.
    “You have no idea how much it would”, she said eyeing him hungrily. Taking a few steps around him she gently pushed him back onto the bed, holding onto his tie as he laid back.  Climbing on top she began straddling him, pressing her body into him as she bent over to kiss him passionately.
    “So you want me to control your bladder?” He asked, suggestively.
    “Yes” she breathed, continuing to kiss him repeatedly.
    “You want me to make you hold it, to make your bladder throb inside you” he added, using the gaps between the onslaught of hungry kisses to drive her even more rabid. Despite being under her, he was taking full control, saying just the right things and watching her physically respond to them.
    “Yes” She said breathlessly again, a shiver running up her spine and causing her to gasp quietly as she kissed his neck over and over.
    “To ignore your desperate plea’s to use a bathroom” He continued.
    “Fuck” groaned Mira as she felt her clit starting to throb where it made contact with him, Lewis verbally teasing her again and making her pulse race as she gave into the hunger.
    “To push you until you can hold it no more, and even then to deny you the relief you so desperately need until I say so.” He continued.
    “Oh god yes” she said hoarsely, starting to grind against him as she sat upright, overcome by her primitive needs and the fire burning inside her body. A fire that had been growing for more than 3 weeks and that he was furiously stoking with his wordplay.
    “Im going to force you to hold it, for hours, for days, maybe im going to make you hold it forever as your bladder swells. Would you like that”
    “Yes, Yes, Yes!” she almost screamed, her head falling back as she started to gyrate faster and faster against his clothed body. Waves of pleasure racing up and down her body as her skin started to burn, sweat and Goosebumps forming all over her sensitive body that longed to be touched.
    “I want to make you so desperate that you have no choice but to piss yourself, to loose all control of you body and watch as you bladder uncontrollably empties itself all over your….”
    He was interrupted by a guttural moan from Mira. His demanding and suggestive voice too much for her as her thighs tensed, a wave of pure heat and pleasure racing around her body. Bucking wildly her head went light, black edges forming in her vision as for a moment he teased her about her ultimate fantasy. Even just the suggestion at how far he would go was destroying her mind and without him touching her she had cum hard, a damp spot forming on her lilac panties from her breath-taking orgasm. Mira’s body continued to shake in pleasure for what felt like an age, her back rigidly arched and eyes fluttering in the back of her head. The waves of pleasure rolling over and over her body which now trembled on top of Lewis before falling limply to the side. Her sweaty face smiling in ecstasy, she had been planning something far more elaborate and lengthier than what had just happened. The last three weeks and his teasing ensuring it only took her minutes if that, to reach a sweaty climax.
     “Holy shit that was good” she panted, her chest heaving as she returned to earth.
    “Imagine what it will feel like with a full bladder” He said, kissing her attentively on her neck and causing her to groan and twitch as if she had just had another miniature orgasm. He loved how easy it was to manipulate her sexually, pressing all the right buttons until she exploded. This wasn’t quite how he had planned to do it today, but he couldn’t argue with the results.
    Giving her a final kiss on the cheek he stood, going to shower while Mira recovered from her high.
    Hearing the water turn off a little while later Mira waited, doing her best to be patient despite the burning questions she still had for him. Watching Lewis walk out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel she bit her tongue, not wanting to seem to eager.
    “What is it?” Lewis asked, her longing stare clearly giving the game away.
    “Did…did you mean what you said earlier?”
    “Which bit?”
    “About me holding?” Mira asked, her cheeks flushing as the words fell out of her mouth.
    “I guess, I mean I know you are really into that and if its something you really want to do, I don’t see why I would ever stop you?”
    “No I mean…you, being the one to control me. I know you don’t really like that stuff because you worry for me, but I’ve been doing it since I was a teenager and I know how to do it safely.”
    “You really want this?” He asked, looking into her deep hazel eyes.
    “I do” Mira said softly, her heart pounding once again in her chest.
    “Well I guess in that case how can I say no. When did you…”
    “What about tomorrow?” Mira asked, the response blurted about even before it had registered in her brain. She had always dreamt of this moment and now it was here, she could barely think about anything else.
    “I…, sure.” He said laughing at her eagerness, it was like she had gone back to being a teenager and was discovering sex again. The look in her eyes an almost pure form of adult happiness as he accepted this part of her life a little more.
     
     
    Waking up the next morning the smell of bacon drifted through the house. Rolling over onto Lewis’s now empty side of the bed she smiled into the pillows as she led face down. Sliding off the bed and putting on a thin pink negligee she slowly walked down the stairs and into the large kitchen of their house. Lewis was noisily frying some bacon and eggs in the pan, the table covered in his laptop and papers. He had always been an early bird, but it kind of went with the job description.
    Walking up behind him she slid her arms around his slender waist, putting her head on his shoulder.
    “Morning” he said cheerily. “Its almost done if you want to get some plates out?”
    “Sure” Mira said, going over and helping prepare their large breakfast. Soon the table was set, both of them sitting their and eating as an almost awkward silence fell on them as she did her best to think of something other than “it” to talk about. Her mouth opening a couple of times with thoughts that quickly disappeared.
    “Go on just say it.” Lewis laughed again.
    “How are we going to, I mean what are we going to, do you have, Should I…”
    “Wow, I haven’t seen you this flustered, ever” he replied, putting the final piece of bacon into his smiling mouth.
    “Sorry, you just have no idea how much I have wanted this.”
    “I think im starting too” Lewis said, standing and walking over to where she had moved his papers.
    “So I had a think about it this morning, well more or less since last night and I came up with some ideas. But I want you to feel free to say no to any of these, I want you to enjoy today as much as you can.” He said, sitting back down now holding the paper.
    “Ok” Mira said, the butterflies in her stomach returning as she fidgeted from excitement in her chair.
    “So first off I wanted to have a safe word, because I don’t want to hurt you or…
    “That’s sweet, but trust me I want you to push me. I want you to torture me and my bladder!” Mira said, her voice taking on a deep and needy tone.
    “Well ok, but I know you are going to be begging me to pee” he said emphasising the last part and enjoying the slight whimper he got from Mira, “and I want to know you can actually make me stop, even if you don’t plan on using it I would feel more comfortable if we did have one.”
    Lewis was always a little reluctant with things like this, even in their foray into light bondage he was always worrying about her, which was sweet but a little mood killing in the middle of sex for him to check up on how she was doing. But, if it meant he would feel better about it and would stop him breaking the roleplay, she was all for it.
    “Sure, if it would make you more comfortable.”
    “What should it be, our usual?”
    "Sure, easy to remember" She said trying to remain calm as things started to escalate. 
    “Ok… thank you by the way” he said earnestly, the safe word setting his mind at ease about going too far. “Also before we get too far into it, here you go. I would like you sign this.”
    “What is it?” She asked, bemused by the piece of paper he was handing to her.
    “It’s a contract, stating that as of this moment you sign away your bladder control to me as a sole proprietor of your bathroom habits for the next 24 hours.”
    “Ohh” Mira moaned softly as her legs bowed inwards slightly, she had never been more turned on by a piece of paper than she was right now. Her legs pressing together under the table she weakly picked up the pen and gleefully signed it. Her eyes locking with Lewis’s as he smiled at how much she was enjoying this, he could see the Goosebumps forming all over her body any time he spoke about it.
    “So…what did you have planned for the day?” Mira asked excitedly, laying the pen down after scrawling her name on it. The formality was all part of the show, but she couldn’t deny that despite his reluctance Lewis sure knew how to make this so much hotter than a simple hold for her.
    “So I thought that since we have not seen each other for a few weeks it would be nice to go and do something together. I got us some tickets to the Zoo, its been a while since we went and they have that new sea life exhibit. Might be fun to take you there, im sure there is plenty of water for you to stare at longingly.”
    Wow he was really getting into this, Mira thought to herself while loving every moment.
    “But I also had another idea, a little game I think we should play while im in control of your bladder.”
    “What sort of game?” She asked, biting her lower lip.
    “I think anytime we hear the word water, you should have to drink and anytime we overhear anyone talk about buying a drink, we have to buy a drink for you. Wouldn’t want you getting dehydrated out there would we?”
    “No we would not” She said swallowing with some difficulty.
    “But first, our morning run.” He said starting to clear up the table now breakfast had been eaten.
    “Why don’t you go and get changed and I will finish up here.”
    “Sure” she said, giving him a peck on the cheek and almost sprinting up the stairs, excited for the day to begin as soon as possible. Getting changed she put on some tight navy leggings and a small pink sports crop top.
    Running back down the stairs she arrived to see Lewis standing by the table, a number of things next to him as he finished arranging things. Walking in he seemed to look her over, smiling at what he saw in front of him.
    “Drink these” He said, handing her two large glasses of water. The cold heavy cups ones that were usually stored in the back of the cupboard because they were usually to big for them to use regularly. Mira’s knees weakened for a moment, today was going just as she had wished for.
    “But….If I drink these I don’t know if I will be able to make our usual route.” She said, feigning some concern.
    “Are you refusing to drink already?” Lewis said sternly, his current tone usually the one he reserved for their nights of bondage.
    “I just…”
    “I think you should be punished for that, considering its so early in the day. We wouldn’t want you getting any ideas later would we.” He said, a faint pause in his playfully dominant behaviour as he almost seemed to wait and see if he had gone to far. But judging by the deep exhale of air and the twitch from her eyes  he had nothing to worry about. This was exactly what she was wanting.
    “What kind of punishment?” she asked breathlessly.
    Thinking for a moment, he came up with an idea he was sure she would enjoy and hate at the same time.
    “Have you taken your morning pee yet?” He asked
    “No….” She said biting her lip and tilting her head at him, was he going to make her hold it all day with her having no relief since yesterday evening.
    “Why don’t you finish up drinking those and I’ll show you your punishment.” He said, a sly grin on his face as he watched Mira’s eyes flutter slightly as he took control of her again.
    Needing no more excuses Mira began gulping down the water, ignoring the complaints from her bloating stomach as she downed it. The ice cold water giving her brain freeze, but she fought through it. A few minutes later both large glasses were drained, their contents now inside her stomach and soon to be bloated bladder. The heavy weight of the water pushing on something inside her that she knew from experience in a few hours would be driving her insane.
    “Follow me” Lewis said almost as soon as she had set the second empty glass down. He had been watching her closely as she drank down the water, now leading her upstairs she wondered what he had planned. Walking into their large bathroom he stopped and turned around to her “I think you should take your morning pee”
    Was his punishment going to be she had to pee with him watching, fine by her, although she had hoped he would be making her hold it more than this. Walking towards the toilet she put a hand on the waistband of her leggings.
    “Wait….how about you do it there, and I think you should leave the leggings on.” Lewis said pointing towards the large walk in shower.
    “You…you want me to wet myself in front of you?” She said, swallowing the lump in her throat that had formed again at the suggestion.
    “I think after your questioning of me despite signing the form requires some sort of punishment, the toilet is just too good for you right now.”
    Another shiver ran up Mira’s spine, her fiancé really pushing every single button that she had.
    Blushing deeply she stepped into the shower, Lewis watching intently as she tried to ignore the fluttering in her chest. It was strange, despite wanting Lewis to be involved like this since they had met she just couldn’t look him in the eyes.
    Standing with her legs apart, her cheeks already burning from something that wasn’t quite embarrassment she let her body relax. The nights worth of pee quickly leaving her bladder and hissing through the skin tight material, streams rolling down her long slender legs and splattering onto the white tub below her. Mira’s leggings darkening inconsistently as the sweat wicking material was overwhelmed by the deluge of liquid currently running over them and forming a yellow tinged puddle under her. Closing her eyes she relished the warm feeling erupting between her legs, the tingling sensation radiating throughout her body as she felt like she was almost floating for a moment. Her hand moving to her crotch and beginning to press as the steam continued to flow out of her and down the insides of both her legs. In her own little world she didn’t notice Lewis get close to her, only opening her eyes when a second hand joined hers between her wet legs.
    Opening her eyes she could see him now standing close to her, his left hand pressing into her crotch as she peed, the warm liquid gushing out of her and over his hand. Slowly Lewis began to move it in small circular motions causing her to whimper, the tingles she was feeling turning into burning pleasure. Faster and faster he started to rub her through her wet leggings, the squelching noise echoing through the bathroom as Mira began to groan loudly as an orgasm fast approached.
    “Oh yes, yes yes….” She moaned, her posture changing as her legs stiffened almost pushing her onto her tip toes in pleasure.
    But as quickly as his hand had appeared between her legs it disappeared, leaving her panting and coming down from the edge of ecstasy.
    “Ohhhh” She whimpered in frustration, “Please”.
    “Maybe later, for now you are not allowed to cum until I tell you that you can.” He said, rinsing his hand in the sink, her urine having coated it.
    “But….” Mira pleaded, the erotic show of being made to wet herself for him only making the burning between her legs more fierce.
    “Nope, its all in the contract you so hastily signed.”
    “What?” Mira said, she hadn’t even bothered to read it. “What else is in there?” she asked hastily regretting signing it.
    “Maybe you will find out later” Lewis said suggestively raising an eyebrow. “Come on” He said beckoning her out of the bathroom.
    “I’ll just go change quickly” She said, heading towards their room as he went towards the landing.
    “Why would you be doing that, you’re already in your running clothes” He said, an unexpected mischievous glint in his eye.
    “I…you want me to go out like this?” Mira asked, looking down at her darkened leggings and yellowed socks.
    “Are those your running clothes or not?" 
    “But i….” Mira started, she had always wanted to try going out in public and wetting herself but her nerves had meant her fetish was completely house bound. Now Lewis was pushing her to new extremes and to try things that she had never been able to get the courage to do before.
    “You didn’t think you would be getting off that lightly, besides I think you enjoyed pissing yourself far too much for it to truly be a punishment.”
    Now Mira’s heart was pounding, today was going in directions she could never have imagined, how was he this good at this already.
    For Lewis it had been a bit of a gamble, Mira had told him about her fetish a number of times and the things she wanted to do one day. Although, he had been unsure of how comfortable she would be, would she actually go through with this or was it just a dream she had with no intention of carrying it out. Part of him wanted to break “character” and ask, but she always complained when he did that to check she was doing ok in their other playing. It was another reason he was glad they had a safe word, it allowed him to be the cruel master he knew she wanted without worrying about her too much.
    Stepping out of the front door in her wet leggings she felt the brisk morning air quickly cool the saturated material that clung to her even more. Looking around nervously Mira could feel her heartbeat pounding away in her head as she started running down their road covered in her own pee. Thankfully it was somewhat difficult to tell exactly what had happened, the material inconsistently dark, with some patches clearly soaking up more of her “accident” than others. But that didn’t stop her blushing madly as the pair of them made their way past one of their neighbours out walking their dog.
    As they continued their run she could feel the clingy material rubbing against her, in particular in her crotch. The events of the morning and the fact she was out in clothes she had wet herself only making the sensation far stronger than it should have been. Each stride causing ripples of pleasure to work their way through her body as her feet landed heavily on the pavement. Focusing on the feeling she wanted more of it, unconsciously quickening her pace as she felt the rubbing increase likewise.
    “Hold up there speedy, whats the rush.” Came a remark from next to her, snapping Mira out of her world and making her realise what she had been doing. A sweaty and slightly out of breath Lewis running up beside her. Could running really giver her an orgasm? It had sure felt like if he hadn’t stopped her it might have.
    “Sorry” She said smiling and looking up. They were almost at the halfway mark, she had been running for far longer than she had realised. To busy focusing on the rubbing between her legs to notice how long far they had gone. Looking down at her legs briefly she was relieved to see that most of the pee stains had evaporated, only a few dark areas remained on the insides of her legs.
    “Remember to keep hydrated” Lews said, handing her a water bottle which she gratefully took, downing most of it one go.
    “It’s a bit chilly today isn’t it. Why don’t we stop by and grab a coffee in town?” He asked as she handed back the almost empty bottle.
    “Sure” Mira said, all too aware that it wasn’t that chilly but happy for him to keep taking the initiative and making her drink more. The mornings water already starting to sit heavily inside her bladder. As she ran her anticipation of what would happen was only growing as her bladder filled.
    Walking into town Mira was suddenly conscious of her leggings again, it had been just under an hour since she had drenched them and the evidence had long dried. But in the busy morning she couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed, despite the fact that only her and Lewis knew what she had done in her clothes. The dozens of people walking past without looking completely unaware, none of them knew she had wet herself in these leggings she was casually still wearing.
    Walking into the starbucks they joined the que, the large store filled with people chatting at tables and enjoying their morning coffee. Now out of the wind Mira was starting to worry, did she smell of her own piss? The evidence might have dried but her clothes were still soiled, would someone be able to tell, would someone figure out she had wet herself this morning.
    “How is your bladder doing?” Lewis whispered to her as they stood in the line, people stood closely In front and behind them. “I bet you would love to wet yourself in line, such a public place too.”
    “Shhhhh” she hissed at Lewis as he was being uncharacteristically forward.
    “Maybe I should make you wet yourself, after all im in control right.” He continued.
    “Don’t…” Mira pleaded, not so much about making her wet herself but the erotic teasing her was inflicting on her as they stood in such a public space. Her head was trying to focus on anything but the words he was tantalisingly whispering into her ear.
    “Is that what you want, to piss yourself surrounded by so many people.” He continued, leaning right in next to her ear. The hushed conversation clearly working up his girlfriend as her thighs started to brush against each other again, subtly squirming where they stood in line.
    “Uh hi can I get a Tall black coffee and a Trenta Americano with an extra shot please” Lewis said calmly to the cashier, continuing as if he hadn’t just been talking to her sexually.
    A couple of minutes later they left the shop, Lewis with his normal sized drink and her with a massive cup. She never usually ordered on this big, but today she wasn’t going to complain.
    “I want to see that gone by the time we reach home” He said taking a sip of his own.
    “What, but this thing is massive” Mira said, the cup heavy enough with coffee that she had to hold it with both hands.
    “Are you saying you won’t do something again?”
    “No but, we are only 15 minutes away. I just cant drink that much by then.”
    “Well, I suppose you had just better get started. Wouldn’t want to be punished again before we go to the zoo would you?” Mira answering the question by taking a deep drink of the hot coffee.
    Between the town and their house the coffee cup barely seemed to leave her mouth as Mira forced herself to keep drinking. The two large glasses of water, the bottle Lewis had given her only a short time ago now being joined by almost a litre of Coffee as the warm liquid began to sit uncomfortably insider her stomach. Pooling inside her distended abdomen Mira could feel her skin stretching, pulled taught over her body which continued to swell and press firmly into her restrictive clothes. The faint need to pee turning into a surprisingly urgent one as she fumbled with her key in the lock.
    “Wait” Lewis said, turning around to look at him he had that look in his eyes again.
    “What?” She asked, both nervous and excited to see where this would go. Her legs gently crossing as she stood there, looking at him expectantly.
    “Let me see the cup, is it empty?” He asked.
    Handing it over she watched as he took the lid off, upturning it and a few final drops falling out.
    “Ooh, what was that Mira, im not sure it was empty after all.” He said, raising an eyebrow.
    “It was just a few drops, she playfully pleaded.”
    “Just a few drops?”
    “Yes, I didn’t mean to leave them. I’d have drunk them if I could have.”
    “Well, that just sounds like another excuse to me.” He said, turning to look away from her and his hand gently brushing his chin as she thought. “Just a few drops” He repeated, before smiling as his attention was caught by his beautiful partner starting to squirm. The cold and her filling bladder beginning to get the better of her as she stood on the front porch of their house. The mental expectation of being able to run in and pee playing havoc with her emotions now she had been temporarily delayed.
    Beckoning her over with his finger she looked genuinely apprehensive about what was going to happen.
    “Stand there” He commanded softly, Mira’s knees going slightly weak but obeying him she moved to the spot where he had pointed. A corner of their front doors little alcove, a short knee high wall surrounding it that overlooked the busy street. Cars and people crossing a short distance away from her, within 100m with any of them being able to watch her squirm. She knew that it was what he wanted, to force her to stand in full view and try not to squirm as her bladder filled. How long would he make her stand here she wondered as she felt her heart rate accelerating in her chest.
    “Now pee” he whispered to her, leaning in close so only she could hear him.
    “What!?” She asked, surprised by his bold nature in the moment. He had always been the nervous one, the one to back away from any public displays and yet here he was fully immersed in the role of her bladders master.
    “I said pee…but just a little, a few drops if you will.” He smiled as he sent her own words back at her.
    “What if I cant stop?” Mira asked, her need having increased dramatically since standing on the spot even though it had only been a few moments.
    “Then I guess I will have to keep punishing you.”
    Whimpering loudly Mira closed her eyes, her face blushing madly and her whole body heating up for a moment despite the cold temperatures outside. Her breath catching her in her throat as she tensed her things, gently digging her nails into her tight clothes and her muscles underneath.
    Opening her legs slightly she did her best to ignore the sights and sounds of the dozens of people whizzing by in their cars. The joggers and cyclists passing much slower, but each and everyone one of them able to see her. The wall a good foot too short to cover her crotch, if she lost control now anyone could see her.
    Seconds had passed, but it felt like an eternity to Mira, standing there as she tried to relax just a little. With her feet shoulders width apart she could almost feel her muscles moving inside her as she tried to coax them into relaxing, she had never had this problem in private. In fact she was somewhat of an expert in private, but now in the open and with so many onlookers she had frozen. Yet she couldn’t help but love the feeling of it, despite the rush to let go the feeling or anticipation of what she was trying to do continued to leave her short of breath and red faced.
    Finally after what had to be almost a minute she felt it, a little warm spurt between her legs. It was only small but she had done it, she had broken the seal and soon another spurt, and another until a quiet hiss was audible above the traffic. The crotch of her leggings glistening once again as her piss ran down her legs.
    Looking down she swallowed hard as she watched the clear liquid fall between her legs, splattering noisily on the grey tiles beneath her and turning them almost black. Looking up she was all to conscious of the fact that anyone and everyone in their cars could be watching her now, people she knew, complete strangers, anyone!
    “Alright, that’s enough I think.” Lewis said, breaking her out of her erotic trance as she revelled in the feeling of wetting herself in sight of dozens of people.
    Grunting she doubled over and thrust a hand between her legs as she knotted them together. It might not have been the most uncommon feeling to let go, but stopping was not something she had tried before. Although there was something to be said for the rush of adrenaline that accompanied the panic and desperation to stop. A strange new burning sensation in her crotch coupled with a new cramping inside her bladder that she couldn’t tell if it was pure agony or pleasure.
    “Ok, ok, ok I think I’ve stopped.” She said, removing her wet hand from between her legs as a few last drops rolled down her toned legs, the tight material once again clinging to her in that tantalising way.
    Opening the door Lewis ushered her inside, her shoes feeling a little soggy and in need of a clean despite his earlier reservations about ruining them. Taking them off at the bottom of the stairs she followed him up, taking uneasy steps as her still full bladder demanded she continue what she had been doing.  Her lips gently quivering as she separated her legs for each movement until finally she reached the top. Looking up she was surprised to see him waiting for her outside the bathroom.
    “I think you deserve something.” He said disappearing inside the bathroom and making her heart jump slightly. Leaning in she could see him standing next to the toilet which he lowered the seat for and nodded towards it.
    “Oh, thank god I was about to burst” She said breathlessly, rushing over and fumbling with her wet clothes that she pushed down. Sighing loudly she sagged on the toilet as her bladder relaxed fully, her muscles still slightly tingling as the clear liquid drained out of her.
    “Ok well, enjoy it while you can.” Lewis joked as he waltzed out of the room but leaving the door open.
    After having a warm shower together in which she had been repeatedly told off by her Fiancé for touching herself slightly, she stood stark naked in their bedroom waiting to see the outfit he had picked out for their trip to the zoo. She didn’t think it was a part of the contract, but she was all to happy to let him take over this part of her life too. After a few moments she was relieved to see him walk out with a simple pair of light denim jeans and a black top for her to wear.  
    “Will these do?” he seemed to ask genuinely unsure.
    “They are perfect” Mira smiled, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek and starting to get dressed. Buttoning up the jeans she could already feel the rest of her drinks still making their way into her currently relaxed bladder. Thinking about it she doubted the coffee had even started coming through when she had peed on her doorstep. But then again, she could probably have held on longer if she had been asked, but still she wondered if she should say something. But looking at the smile on Lewis's face as he walked back in holding his bag, they were clearly both enjoying this. Smiling back she put the sensation to the back of her mind and followed him to the car for their hours journey to the zoo.
     
    Arriving at the zoo a little before lunchtime they found a parking pace a little away from the main area. The dreary weekend weather bringing more visitors into the city zoo and filling the car parks.
    “Ok so you remember the rules right?” Lewis asked
    “Yes dear, if we hear the word water I have to drink and if we hear someone else order a drink I get a drink too.” She repeated the game as she leaned in and clung to his arm. Walking together they gently swayed and despite the darkening skies the pair of lovers seemed in incredibly high spirits.
    “Can I see your tickets please?” the attendant asked
    “Sure thing” Lewis said handing over the printed passes he had bought this morning.
    “Hey, can we get a drink?” A young teenager in the gift shop next to them asked their parents.
    Looking up Mira made eye contact with Lewis as they shared a smile, looked like things were starting already. Rolling her eyes she wandered over to the small fridge and pulled out herself a large bottle of water and placed it on the counter as the woman serving them put the map and timetable on it.
    “Ok you are good to go,  the penguin feeding up at the water park sea life exhibit is in about half an hour.”
    “Sure thing, thank you very much” Lewis replied, taking note of her wording.
    “Im going to regret this aren’t I?” Mira half joked as she opened the bottle and began to drink. Her mind instantly drifting back to the fact she hadn’t peed since her coffee. The dull ache in her abdomen filling her with equal amounts of excitement and nervousness. Never before had she been somewhere so public and knowing she was soon going to be desperate to relieve herself. Closing her eyes for a moment she focused on her bladder, feeling the cold water flowing down her throat and disappearing into her stomach.
    Opening them she found her fiancé smirking at her again, his tell-tale eyebrow raised in her direction as if he could tell exactly what she was doing.
    “Doesn’t seem like you are regretting anything.” he replied cheekily
    “Not yet” She shot back as they moved into the zoo, slowly wandering between the exotic animals. Hugging Lewis she was really enjoying their date even without the added fun they were having. It had been almost a month since they had done anything like this and she was enjoying just having him back to herself.
    For the next 15 minutes it seemed their little game had been forgotten, the pair just enjoying each other’s company. But as they rounded the red panda exhibit, one of her favourite animals a shout came from beside it. A middle aged woman standing near a coffee stand was yelling over to her husband and children sat a little ways a way.
    “Do you want a drink?” She yelled loudly, over the other peoples conversations with no apparent regard for them or the animals nearby,.
    “Yeah?” She shouted again, her tired looking husband simply nodding.
    “Coffee?” Her shout once again answered by a nod as she joined the que of people, some looking at her and clearly annoyed.
    “So I guess that’s another drink.” Mira said looking playfully unhappy.
    “You know the rules” Lewis smiled back, the pair taking their place in line.
    “What should I do with this one?” She added, holding up the half full bottle of water.
    “Well I think you should drink it and maybe if you are good I will show you the surprise I got you a little later?” Lewis said to her a little too loudly. His confidence disappearing for a moment as he blushed, realising what he had said. But thankfully it seemed as he looked around a little sheepishly no one had heard or more likely cared what he had just said.
    “Is it a…sexy surprise” Mira whispered as she leaned closer to him, capitalising on his awkwardness and hoping to get a hint.
    “I mean not really…its kind of cute….and they have polka-dots”
    What on earth was he talking about, Mira couldn’t help but look confused which only seemed to make him laugh.
    “You’ll see” he replied as they went up to order her next drink that she was relieved to see was just a regular coffee. Stepping away from the counter she downed the rest of the water, making sure to look at Lewis as she did. Slotting the now empty bottle in the recycling bin she took her warm coffee from him and they continued their walk.
    Reaching the Gorilla enclosure, the pair of them stood staring at the impressive creatures. Two of the young ones sat grooming each other’s fur and ignoring the visitors as a large male stood over them. Still holding her coffee, a light spasm caused her to cross her legs. The tight jeans restricting her bladder a little now that she was beginning to fill up. The tight button imprinting on her skin as her desperation started to mount. The familiar and welcome sensation combining with the hot coffee to make her feel warm and cosy despite the cold temperature.
    “Hey, the penguin feeding is about to start, should we make a move?” Lewis suggested.
    “You just want me to be surrounded by rushing water?”
    “I think you mean, you just want to be surrounded by rushing water.” He shot back, and was completely right. Given how surprisingly good at this she had slightly forgotten this was all for her benefit.
    “I do hope you have plenty of room left in there” He added, giving her stomach a gentle pinch. “I cant imagine how many times the word water might come up.”
    “Oh god, your right. But I am half done with this coffee, should we buy a drink on the way over.” She suggested.
    “Wait you want to drink even if you don’t have one because of the game?” He asked. He had assumed she would take the loophole of not having to drink if they didnt have any.
    “Well, I just….” She started, wondering if she was over committing to it only to be interrupted.
    “I mean now you have said it…” He interrupted and opened his bag, revealing half a dozen small water bottles.
    Sighing she feigned being indifferent but just seeing the litres of water jostle around in the backpack made her mouth dry. She couldn’t wait until it was all inside her, the little voice of doubt once again being dismissed by her drive to do this.  Sipping from her coffee the pair linked their free arms and started walking back towards the sea-life area.
    Walking through the metal gate that separated it from the rest of the zoo the impact was almost immediate. Mira was suddenly surrounded by water, running water, babbling water pumps and splashing animals in their pools. Shivering involuntarily, she felt her bladder start to pulse inside her. The filling organ reacting to the cacophony of wet sounds around her.
    “You ok?” Lewis seemed to genuinely ask beside her, giving her arm a reassuring squeeze.
    “Oh yes…” Mira grinned back, her demeanour instantly washing away any worry from his face. She truly did enjoy this he thought to himself. Although for how much longer…
    “Why does the water smell so bad” a young girl asked next to them.
    “Hey look at that one in the water.” A parent said pointing out a seal flapping water at another one.
    Tipping the coffee back she took a couple of deep swigs as they continued to the penguin exhibit. The pair of them exchanging knowing looks of where this was going.
    “Hello and welcome to our Penguin exhibit, these cute little fellows next to the water are our rock hopper penguins.”
    “Well there goes the coffee” Mira commented, turning the cup upside down for emphasis and holding out a hand for one of Lewis water bottles. Looking at him he seemed to pause for a moment checking if she was serious before handing her a fresh bottle of water.
    “So these penguins spend almost half of their life in the water, they eat in the water and socialise in the water. In the wild it would also be how they hunt, using their oily feathers to cut through the water easily.”
    “Look, they are playing in the water.” The mum next to them said as the talk continued. “But entering the water is actually a risk in the wild since that is also where their natural predators are…”
    “Oh god….” Mira groaned as the audience and person giving the talk continued to repeat the word over and over again. Gripping the new bottle in her hand she took a deep swig, doing her best to keep up with the number of times someone was talking about water but it quickly blurred into one.
    “Rocky is our oldest penguin here at the zoo, he is the one just entering the water there on your left…”
    Over the next 40 minutes Mira had lost track of the amount of times Water was said, the bottles of water barely leaving her lips as she just about fit in breaths between the constant drinking.  By 10 minutes in, the first bottle had been emptied and she had reluctantly asked Lewis for another. By half an hour in that too was drained, its contents flowing into her already bloated bladder. The pressure inside her body increasing rapidly and forcing her to cross her legs tightly as she stood there trying to pay attention and enjoy the talk. But that was easier said than done as each minute that passed was making her already tight jeans begin to feel as if they were constricting in, tightening around her sensitive bladder. By the talk had ended the third bottle was half empty and she felt 10lb heavier. A great weight of water sitting uncomfortably in both her bladder and stomach.
    “How are you doing?” Lewis asked as the crowd started to disperse
    “Oh god, I’m so full right now.” Mira replied, Her voice breaking and a little higher than normal as she rubbed her stomach with a hand.
    “I think that was the point” Lewis grinned, leaning over and kissing her on the lips. His hand going down her bladder and rubbing it caringly, causing her to almost purr in delight.
    “Hey love, shall we get a drink?” Another young couple asked next to them. The announcement making Mira exhale through their locked lips.
    “Well, I guess that’s another one.” Lewis announced happily.
    “Please you cant be serious, I'm so full already" Mira protested for the first time. A sure sign to him that she was going to have a limit at some point. Although she still had their safe word that he was sure she would use If he was too strict. But even so he couldn’t help but agree, she had drunk a lot.
    “Fine, how about you finish that bottle and then we can get you a drink a little later.”
    “But I cant drink any more” Mira pouted again, holding his hand.
    “Sounds like someone wants two drinks, not one.” He replied, causing her to smile wickedly before downing the other half of the bottle. She was enjoying this after all.
    “Anyway, remember that surprise, maybe it’ll help take your mind off of things.” Lewis said.
    Finishing the bottle and smacking her lips Mira locked arms with him as he lead her off towards the inside of the water area. The sounds of running water getting louder again and now almost am hour later their impacts were almost unbearable compared to last time. As she walked she couldn’t help but squeeze her legs tightly together, taking slightly shorter steps as the rippling water exhibits almost seemed to be trying to coax out her long held pee. A strong pulse reverberated around her bladder, the first sign that she was reaching her limit after all. A sign that she would usually take as an indication to ordinarily find a bathroom and soon. But today was no ordinary day, and she wasn’t the one in charge of her toilet habits. But it shouldn’t be a problem, she had drunk more than this and held before. By her reckoning she had at least a couple more hours to enjoy this. But even as she took another step and second pulse followed the first she began to worry, it didn’t usually happen this quickly.
    “And here we are!” Lewis announced proudly as indicated to a small water tank.
    “I…what?” Mira asked slightly confused by what he was saying.
    “Take a look”
    “The Polka-dot Cusk-eel, I mean it is kind of cute.” She replied, was this his big surprise.
    “Read the plaque”
    “Adopted for Mira, by Lewis.”
    “Awww, you adopted me a little eel?” Mira said still a little confused but trying to be nice. Clearly it hadn’t worked as Lewis burst out laughing.
    “Look at its Latin name” he chuckled, walking up to be beside her.
    Bending over she paused again as she felt her bladder crushed up against he tight waistband. “Otophi…Otophidium, omostigma” She read, smiling broadly as she understood what he had done.
    “I thought you would like it.” He smiled, putting his hands around her and leaning in for a kiss.
    “Its perfect” She replied, letting out a brief hiss of air as their bodies collided.
    “Wow, your hard as a rock down there.” He said, her protruding bladder pressing against his flat stomach and causing his fiancé to fidget where she stood. “But I think you still owe me another drink.”
    “Please” Mira begged, she really was full and beginning to worry about just how much of the mornings coffee and water had still been in her when they had set off.
    “Please get you another drink, sure my love” He said, knowing full well what she meant. But rolling her eyes and grabbing onto his arm she let herself be lead out of the water torture cave and towards another drink. Thankfully it seemed the coffee shop at this end was closed and she had bought herself a little time. Even distracting Lewis by pointing out a number of the exhibits, each time standing with her legs tightly crossed as they gazed through the large windows at the exotic animals the other side. Her partner genuinely interested by them and reading all the signs. She would have been similarly interested on any other day, but as they walked around she could feel her muscles starting to burn. A deep cramping sensation starting to radiate out from her bladder that was still growing.
    “Hey look, a coffee stand” Lewis said as her routing finally failed to miss the next one 10 minutes later. “I’m actually going to grab something to drink, do you…” he paused for a moment as he forgot what he was supposed to be doing. “I’ll get you one as well.” He finished up before joining the que, Mira letting out a quiet groan as her bladder pulsed again.
    Watching as he made his way through the thin line Mira couldn’t help but cross her legs tightly, fidgeting slightly where she stood and blushing as a young girl seemed to give her an inquisitive look. Was she being that obvious…
    “I got you a tea” Lewis said a couple of minutes later as he handed her another beverage. The warm steam rising from the cup that she would have been thankful for if she wasn’t starting to sweat from the heat of her own bodies desperation that seemed to be increasing faster and faster.
    “Do you mind if we sit.” Mira said, a little to enthusiastically. Bending one leg in front of the other and quickly squeezing her thighs together as the pulse turned into more of a muscles spasm that was a sure sign she was getting close to the danger zone. Her bulging bladder ever filling with drink after drink from her fiancé and fulfilling her wildest dreams, but also worrying her slightly. What would she do if she couldn’t hold it, where was the nearest bathroom should she need it? No she could hold it! She was out in public, there was no other option, she wasn’t actually going to wet herself. But even as she thought it, her mind was flooded with images of herself loosing control, everyone staring at her as her bladder exploded. Dark wet patches streaking down both legs, her face burning bright red as all the drinks Lewis had been forcing her to drink rushing out of her.
    “Uhh…Mira? I thought you wanted to sit down?” Lewis asked, breaking the light headed illusion that was playing out in her mind.
    “Ah hem. Sorry”, she cleared her throat and joined Lewis on the cold metal bench. Exhaling as she sat, her jeans pressing more into her bloated bladder.
    “How are you doing?” He asked genuinely.
    “Good” she lied, smiling at him sweetly and apparently convincing him that was the truth. Now sitting she placed a hand on her inflated bladder, the rock-hard organ larger than she could ever remember. Closing her eyes she focused on the pulses and static racing along her nerves, little explosions of pain and pleasure erupting in her body from its precarious position. Another longer quivering pulse racked her body, spirals of pain shooting down from her bladder. Was this the most she had ever held, was it Lewis or being out in public that had helped her? 
    Another strong pulse raced through her, forcing her hand to go from her bladder to between her legs, giving her crotch a gentle squeeze. How much was she holding she wondered, trying to recollect in her mind and unintentionally tensing her thighs more and more as her brain totalled it up. Including what she had drunk before her pee it must have been the extra-large coffee, a regular coffee, a large bottle of water, three small bottles of water and now a tea. That had to be more than 3 and a half litres in the past four hours! Not to mention she had already been extremely hydrated after the morning’s activities. No wonder she was busting she thought to herself as her legs started to move up and down as she sat there. Opening her eyes she was suddenly reminded of where she was, two dozen or more people walking past her, what was she doing!
    Instantly her heart started to race, oh god she was so desperate. Why had this hit her all at once, she had been fine a couple of minutes ago or had she just been in denial. Maybe sitting was a bad idea, crossing her legs tighter she wedged one hand between them and tried not to fidget too much.
    “Drink, Drink, Drink, Drink” a group kids started shouting as they raced past, apparently excited about the prospect of a sugary snack.
    “We will count that as one” Lewis said, smirking slightly as he leaned towards her to giver her a kiss. Pausing for a moment it was clear he had seen that something was off with her, not that she would have given him any points for guessing what.
    “I…I cant drink any more” She stuttered, another pulse from her bladder reaffirming that point.
    “I…are you sure. Or are you just trying to get out of it?”
    “You have made me drink so much, im full.” She half seriously pleaded and saw his playful mood shift slightly.
    “Ok, but you will owe me something in return. A favour for a favour” he said, trying to spark life back into the game he had been hoping Mira was enjoying. She hadn’t really said anything yet, but it sure didn’t look like she was enjoying this to him…but then she never did during her holds.
    “Sure thing” Mira smiled, actually happy he gave up the concession without totally breaking character. After all she was still hoping there was more to today than just this, not that she wasn’t enjoying it.
    Thinking for a moment Lewis could tell she was genuinely struggling now. Her bloated bladder causing her some immense discomfort and he hated seeing her like this. But, at the same time he knew this was what she wanted and it was after all the point of today. She also had a safe word to use if she really meant what she was saying, he had seen her do many holds in the past although usually from another room while working. He was sure she knew her own limits, a fact that put his mind slightly at ease as he continued to playfully torture Mira.  Checking his watch, it was only 2:37pm and less than 3 hours since she had peed last and she had only started drinking a lot in the last hour. She had peed before they left so that was just a regular coffee, a water bottle and 3 of the small ones he brought with him. There was no way the tea was making any impact on her so that was probably only a couple of litres at most, less than he had seen her chug back in the past.
    “How about a new game. If you can last” he checked his watch for a moment “22 more minutes, until 3pm I will let you use the toilet in the café.”
    “Oh god, thank you.” Mira exhaled forcefully.
    “But you have to sit there and not squirm the entire time.”
    “Lewis I don’t know…” She started, already aware of the deep heat forming inside her as the pee seemed to start boiling now it had been given an escape time. Her muscles similarly quivering slightly at the ultimatum, she knew she would need each and every tactic she had at her disposal to make it.
    “Fine, you can squirm…but for each person that notices you doing it you have to wait 5 more minutes.”
    Wow he was really good at this, Mira thought to herself, nodding in agreement. But now was not the time to think about it, now she had a goal she could achieve she refocused her mind.
    Over the next 10 minutes she manged to make some small talk, although Lewis was definitely leading the conversation. The pressure inside her increasing worryingly fast, her jeans tightening more and more with each minute that passed. At least at the start she had been confident, but as a powerful spasm hit her she couldn’t help but groan slightly. Bending over slightly more she pressed harder between her legs as she fought against her muscles that were desperately trying to release themselves. A faint sheen of sweat gathering on her forehead and looking at her tea she really needed both hands free or she would soon. Doing some mental calculations, she knew that whatever she drank would barely be having any impact on her by the time she was to be allowed to pee. At the rate she was nearing genuinely having an accident she would have to take the risk and give her the freedom of holding with both hands.
    Choking back the lump in her throat and fighting off her gag reflex she tipped the remaining tea from her cup into her mouth, throwing the cup into the recycling bin that was thankfully right next to her.
    Next to her Lewis was feeling a little relieved, he had been starting to worry for her. But looking on as she chugged the tea without even being asked to, he was happy to see that she must have been feeling a little better. Sitting must have been helping her after all, she was probably just a little tired.
    Oh shit…Mira thought to herself the warm liquid rushing into her stomach and causing cramp after cramp to fly through her tensed body. This was going to be close after all, her confidence slowly eroding. Checking her phone…just 9 minutes…9 minutes…9 minutes she repeated as her second hand joined the first between her tensing legs.
    “Hmmmm” She moaned loudly this time as she doubled over, her whole body shaking for a moment. The deep pulses turning into an almost constant spasming from her crotch and bladder. The metal button on her jeans seemingly the centre of all of these sensations as it dug mercilessly into her stretching bladder. Unlike the others that had just been pin prick moments, this one felt very different. Much deeper and lasting much longer than before.
    Suddenly her eyes flew open as she exhaled deeply and applied more pressure between her legs. Her control had slipped momentarily because of the spasm, the smallest of leaks had escaped into her underwear. She wanted to check for damage but she feared if she removed her hands now, there would be no stopping the flood about to burst out of her.
    “That’ll be 5 more minutes” Lewis announced next to her and she could see why. A passing zoo worker had given her somewhat of a strange look as she passed. But smiling back at her Mira was happy to see her look away and seemingly unconcerned with her behaviour.
    Should she say something about just how close she was to losing it… more importantly why was she enjoying it so much though. The giant ball of pee inside her sending waves of pleasure as well as pain around her body with an intensity she had never felt before. No…she could hold it she convinced herself again. It was just a leak, only 12 minutes to go now.
    11 minutes…
    10 minutes…
    9 minutes…
    8 minutes…
    She mentally counted in her head but just as she was about to reach 7 minutes there it was again, the warm wetness escaping her. Another leak and this time a more substantial one. Pain radiated around her body as she clenched all her muscles as tightly as they would allow. A soft grunt escaping between her pursed lips. Somehow, she had stopped her pee scaping her again. But even as she regained control she could feel her pee soaking into her jeans as she sat there, pooling gently under her as she desperately tried not to squirm but hold it all in. There was no way it was still not visible, the last moment of loss leaving her crotch feeling warm and then cold, a tell tale sign and one very reminiscent of this morning. But she wasn’t stood outside her house now, she was in a very public place.
    “Lewis I cant” She said weakly.
    “It’s a lovely day isn’t it, perhaps we should find a beer garden to sit out in later” he replied ignoring her squirming and desperate pleas. She didn’t know if he was aware of her condition, or if this was still part of the game.
    “MMMM” she whimpered, her knees pressing together as she bowed her head. Her muscles quivering inside her as the tried to keep hold of the remaining ocean inside her. The burning of the muscles that had already failed twice intensifying, her legs jiggling up and down again slightly as she rubbed them together furiously. But looking up again she could see an elderly couple looking her way, that was two more. That was 10 more minutes, 10 more minutes she had to endure.
    “Such a shame, you were doing so well." He whispered to her, clearly still thinking she was in control. But he didn’t know what was going on inside her, at the moment 10 seconds felt too long never mind 10 minutes
    Lewis I…. she started. But another leak cut her off, the insides of her thighs warming again as the denim continued to absorb the largest leak so far. A few drips leaving her as the rest of it spread across her toned backside, she knew it would be obvious to anyone who saw her what had happened, even if she made it. Part of her wanted to give up, but as she sat there surrounded on all sides by people, there would be no way she could hide what was going to happen. Her aching bladder far to full and troubling her too much for it to be a quick and quiet accident. Her end would not be subtle, but catastrophic and extremely noticeable. She was stuck, there were no good outcomes here.
    “On the other hand, looks like rain to me.” Lewis interrupted her moment of panic.
    But he wasn’t wrong, as Mira sat there clenching her hand as she gripped onto the cold bars of the uncomfortable bench she felt the first drop of water fall on her hand. Looking up she heard the faintest of rumbles of thunder, more drops beginning to fall onto her face. This could be it, her salvation. Assuming he kept to his word they would be forced to sit out in the rain, it would hide any evidence of her….
    “Oh that’s a shame, but we wouldn’t want your clothes getting wet would we.” Lewis said, as he pulled out an umbrella from his bag. Extending the top he placed it between them as the rain started in Ernest, the sound of it hitting the umbrella making her whimper as it also ruled out her only way out. The splashing of the heavy downpour taunting and torturing her bladder as she felt it tremble constantly inside her. A hiss of air constantly escaping between her lips as she breathed carefully, trying not to move too much where she sat.
    “10 minutes” Lewis said quietly, but Mira couldn’t take it a moment longer. A fierce burst of wetness shot out from between her clenched muscles, the spray shooting down the insides of both of her legs and making it all the way to her knees. The denim immediately darkening as her clenching muscles forced her pee to erupt out of her. But yet again, with some unknown strength she stopped the flow but for what end.
    “Ooooh” she groaned, leaning forwards she placed her hands on her knees and gripped them tightly, flakes of her nail polish imbedding themselves in the fibres of her jeans. Her legs now quivering she opened her eyes, looking directly into Lewis’s she could see his surprised expression as he realised that this was the end for her.
    Moments later as her clenched shut in a final desperate attempt to hold on, her control completely disappeared as the drink after drink exploded out of her. Her jeans darkening quickly with a faint hiss audible only to the two of them as those around them had scurried for cover from the rain. Her accident as public as it could get and if anyone looked over they would see the puzzling scene of liquid draining off the metal bench that was completely covered by an umbrella. An odd paradox where the only explanation was that the liquid was coming from somewhere else, indeed as a heavy thudding stream fell beneath her, it could only be coming from one source. The bright red-faced woman panting and rocking on the bench above the deluge of piss currently thundering out of her.
    Reaching over she grabbed his arm, her eyes twitching now in relief and pleasure as she acted out one of her most private of fantasies in such a public space. It was beyond anything she could have imagined, the rush, the heat, her head feeling fuzzy and light she couldn’t even remember feeling this way after sex. Her soaked jeans clinging to her, pee rushing down her bent legs and running off the bench they were sat on. The metal bar design thankfully saving her Fiancé from being covered in the massive amount of liquid coming out of her as it fell through the gaps instead of pooling along it.
    Panting heavily her heart beat thundered in her ears as for more than a minute she continued to wet herself with tremendous force. The ground beneath the bench seemingly just as wet as the area around them, her large puddle of piss almost indistinguishable from the rain around them having quickly overlapped despite Lewis umbrella.
    Finally she felt herself run dry, her whole body shivering in pleasure she kept her eyes closed as she focused on what she was feeling. Faint pangs from her bladder that had been pushed to its absolute capacity.
    “Well…I guess we found your limit. We should probably get out of here.” Lewis said next to her, standing and offering her a hand up.
    Slowly she rose, her legs feeling like jelly as they linked arms once again and started towards the way out.
    “That was amazing” Mira said breathlessly, her head still in the clouds.
    “Im glad you enjoyed it, but you know…there is still plenty of time left in the day.” Lewis replied and causing her to smile.
    Exiting the zoo she could already feel her bladder filling again, letting him do this today was the best decision she had ever made.
     
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    Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it.
    A bit less in the way of extreme desperation that ive done in the past, but hopefully still enjoyable .
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    Chapter 6: With great power
    It had taken her about an hour to get to the airport and rearrange her flights, paying Miia generously for her time and discomfort the pair had parted ways. She had to admit that after being followed by the man at the market it had been nice to have someone with her on the journey, but now she found herself feeling alone in an otherwise busy airport. Passengers buzzing around noisily but none of them taking any notice of her or their surroundings for the most part.
    The next plane to England was still a little over two hours from now leading Annabeth to take refuge in the departures McDonalds. Sitting at one of the tables her stomach growled, reminding her she hadn’t eaten anything other than those spicy insects all day. Ordering herself some food she began to wonder what the man in the temple could have been doing there again. The same questions filling her mind, was he just a local that wandered into the temple? No he couldn’t have been, he knew something was missing from the fountain. Did that mean that the order of Omotet still existed today and if so what was their purpose and more worryingly what would they do if they found out she had the rune on her arm?
    A million questions and concerns filled her mind as she tried to make sense of it all, only to be interrupted by the boarding call for her plane. Had she really been sat there for that long, well none of that would matter soon as she would be back in England before long. It might take a bit of explaining to Courtney and the rest of her team, but she was sure they could figure everything out together.
    Showing her boarding pass she walked down the isle of the large plane, finding her seat she put her bag in the overhead bin and sat back allowing herself to relax. She felt exhausted, the busy day filed with various perilous situations were taking their toll as Annabeth fell into a deep sleep…
    The shadows of her mind shifted across her vision, a swirling black mass appearing in front of her. Dancing at the centre of her vision she outstretched a hand towards the vortex, walking slowly towards it she watched as it separated. Out of the one object three shadowy figures coalesced and mumbled conversation reached her ears as she strained to make out what they were saying. Stumbling forwards she fought against an invisible force that seemed to be trying to slow her progress and keep her out of the conversation.
    “I…That…..Others….”
    “You should….Another…….Matter we….Tell…”
    “Are…...Sure”
    She was almost there, Annabeth was hearing most of the conversation despite the force against her seeming to amplify as she got closer. The force almost causing her skin to ripple as if walking into a gale force wind, ripples of light starting to dance across her outstretched hand as she powered forwards in curiosity.
    “Yes, im certain” The figure closest to her said clearly. But just as she had made it close enough to force pulsed, pushing her back a few steps, but again she fought forwards.
    “For the first... In…..The 12th seal has been found and ……”
    “Wait…”
    The three shadowy figures in front of her suddenly turned, looking directly at her causing her to freeze in her tracks. The once great force pushing against her now completely absent as she stood in the dark ethereal plane she seemed to be in. An eerie and unnatural silence filling the area.
    Her heart started to race as the figures stood still, a foreboding energy now present around her. She had witnessed something she wasn’t supposed to have, for the first time she felt real fear. More than in the temple with the rising water, this was a fear that tugged at the very fibre of her body and filled her mind with dread. It was not a rational fear, nor irrational, it was almost instinctual.
    Despite the hazy features of the figures in front of her she could still make out a wicked and crooked smile spread across the distorted face of one of the figures in front of her. An ice cold shiver ran down her spine before she suddenly found herself falling for a moment, slipping through the bonds of the dark floor before jolting herself awake.
    Blinking rapidly she was still on the plane, although through her confusion she could tell something was happening around her. A rush of movement, disturbance all around her as the confusion from her dream swirled around her mind. Beating back the disorientation it took her a few moments but then she realised what had been happening, she was holding her arm. As the fog of her nightmare lifted she looked around to see the faces of a number of desperate looking people all jostling for position next to the two toilets. what had she done!
    A thought that was reinforced as she felt her bladder throb as the seatbelt dug into her distended bladder. Wincing she quickly released her seatbelt and threw her hand between her legs.
    But as bad as she might feel about her own position, she felt even worse about everyone around her. A line of 20 – 25 people had formed at the toilets, not including the few she had seen make a break for the ones at the other end of the plane.
    Her mind raced again, she had to do something, she couldn’t be responsible for this many people embarrassing themselves. Worse than that, how would anyone explain it? It would surely get some publicity and she didn’t want that, especially considering the strange dream she had just had. If it was a dream, she could have sworn she had really witnessed that meeting taking place.
    Looking around she could tell people were at their wits end, men and women desperately dancing as they pushed against eachother in line. Red faces of embaressment were everywhere as the left toilet opened and a very relieved looking elderly man walked out.
    Annabeth wondered how long she had been holding her arm and how much she had filled their bladders, would they all make it?
    If only there was a way too…
    As she thought this she could feel a strange warmth in her left arm again and then her vision seemed to go hazy for a moment before focusing again. Only this time she could see something, each person was now accompanied by a value. Blinking she tried to shake her head, what was she seeing, how hard had she hit her head in the temple because now she was seeing things, A strange icon now took up part of her sight that she couldn’t seem to ignore, although as she looked through the crowd the numbers changed constantly, what was going on.
    As she looked through the crowd, she caught sight of a tall middle-aged woman, her number stood out to her. It read 96% and was the highest she had seen, but what did they mean?
    Then something happened that made everything make sense, or at least what the numbers were.
    The Blonde-haired woman’s number ticked up to 97% as she let out a quiet moan and doubled over. Her face contorted with discomfort as she fought her desperation but it was no use. Before Annabeth’s eyes she saw a jet of pee shoot out the bottom of the woman’s grey pencil skirt and her number lowered from 97 to 92%. The woman seemed to regain control for a moment but after a few seconds she sobbed as her muscles failed again and this time it was catastrophic. A river of pee snaked its way down both of her stocking clad legs and splattered quietly onto the carpeted floor. The poor woman sobbed as she wet herself surrounded by strangers. To her amazement Annabeth watched as the  number quickly fell as the blonde’s bladder drained almost completely, only stopping once it reached 3% and a sizable puddle stretched around the woman’s dripping legs.  
    Annabeth’s face now burned red alongside the stranger she had just made wet herself. She felt horrible and the look of distress on the woman’s face as she trudged back to her seat in shame did nothing to help it. She needed to do something before the almost two dozen people followed suit.
    What could she do, scanning the crowed she could see that people ranged from 60% all the way up to 90%. But she couldn’t exactly arrange them in the order of the bladders, how would she explain that to anyone, and that assumed they would even listen to her in the first place. If only there was a way she could take it from them, if she could bare the brunt for some of them it make them more likely to make it to the bathroom dry. Was this thing capable of such a feat, there was only one way of testing it. How had she done it to see their bladders fullness, she had just thought it and it had happened.
    Focusing her mind on the bladder of the most desperate person, a smartly dressed businessman still 3 people from the toilet and who had been sat opposite her in the isle. Annabeth breathed in deeply as she tried to draw the excess fluid from his bladder, she watched as his number dropped and felt her own bladder pulse painfully inside her as the new liquid magically entered it. After just 6% she was forced to stop as she winced in discomfort, feeling her muscles tremble as she squeezed herself even tighter, she knew she had to empty herself soon or risk the same fate as the woman earlier.
    Looking at herself she was at 91% but it sure felt like it was 100% as her legs rubbed against each other furiously in her seat. Scanning the passengers still seated she found many of them were only at 30% and would make ideal storage for her pee. But she was caught in another hole, she couldn’t just empty herself as that would make the person on the other end instantly desperate and make the whole situation just as bad. She would have to be tactical and distribute all the extra liquid she had created in the bladders of the poor passengers that were sat near her. Locking onto a young man at just 10% she tried to reverse the process she had just learnt to do. It took her a few attempts but she eventually managed to empty herself into 4 people, leaving each with about half of their capacity left. An uncomfortable fullness but nothing compared to the others in line and something she was sure they could all deal with, at least for now.
    Another cry of anguish made Annabeth’s heart skip a beat, looking over she could see wetness quickly spread across the crotch of a young woman’s jeans. Her red face covered by her hands which had been trying to keep her bladder shut but it was no use. Her muscles had given out despite only being at 77%, being near the back of the line she must have lost faith in her ability to hold it long enough to reach the bathroom. Or perhaps different people had different levels of self-control, it made sense that not everyone would have the same endurance.
    “Noooo” the woman whimpered as the insides of her jeans continued darkening as a river of pee flowed through the thick material and down her long legs. A large puddle of pee was rapidly spreading across the floor of the plane as a second person wet themselves.
    If Annabeth wanted to save as many people as possible she would have to speed up her new found powers. Locking onto a young boy she connected to his bladder and took around 20%, enough to ensure he would make it to the bathroom on time. Next it was time for his mother who was currently pee dancing next to him at a 78% fullness. She wasn’t the most full, but she looked to be the most desperate as she bit her lip in nervousness. Taking another 20% Annabeth was starting to feel full again, but she was getting better at controlling it.
    Looking for the next person to transfer her bladder into, Annabeth’s eyes fell on the woman still wetting herself in the isle, maybe this was an opportunity. Locking onto the poor woman Annabeth pushed her bladder onto the young woman who’s river of pee suddenly increased in ferocity again. She had been nearly empty but with the connection established again Annabeth put her half full bladder into her target as still she peed. New streams erupted from the woman wetting herself as she felt her bladder strangely fill again out of nowhere. The puddle was she was creating still spreading around her as she was shocked by just how much she had been holding.
    Now empty again Annabeth took her 20% from the next 4 people in line in order if fullness. Slowly she was turning the tide of their bladders. But each time she did it she needed a new person to pass it onto and she was running out of those. If she could manage to find another 10 she could probably stop anyone else wetting themselves and limit the humiliation she had caused.
    The process continued with 4 more people filled and 4 more emptied, Annabeth’s bladder was now sending confused signals through to her brain as it was repeatedly filled and emptied. She was concerned with how many more times she could do this and if it might cause any long-term issues. But for now she was full again and her legs jiggled violently as she looked for yet another non-desperate passenger to deposit it in. Her eyes Locked onto a slim young-looking woman a few rows ahead, her light pink shoulder length hair attracting her attention. Connecting their bladders Annabeth pushed her’s emptying around 20% of it into the petite woman, but surprisingly she noticed the targets bladder only filled around 5%. Double checking herself she had removed 20% but where had it gone? Her eyes wide she checked between her fidgeting thighs but everything was thankfully still dry. Connecting again to the pink hair woman she let another 20% flow between them and yet again her bladder only filled 5%.
    It kind of made sense that people would have different sized bladders, but to have a bladder 4x larger than her’s would surely put her as having a giant bladder and one far bigger than was normal. Could that be it or was there another explanation, after all she was new to all this. But hearing a young man groan as he clutched himself next to the still occupied bathrooms Annabeth didn’t have time to question it. Emptying herself fully into the same woman she focused on him next, taking 25% she noticed a small streak of wetness on his jeans. Largely unnoticeable but a clear sign she had gotten to him just in time.
    Taking similar amounts for 3 others there were just 4 people stood in line still above the 70% mark she guessed it was probably going to be safe to leave them at that level. Being full again she looked around but couldn’t help but find herself looking at the young woman with a seemingly massive bladder, something about her was drawing Annabeth in. From her porcelain and perfect white skin to her bright blue eyes and dark red lips, and yet it felt like it was just how big her bladder was that was the most intriguing aspect for some reason. Before realising quite what she was doing she locked onto the young woman and emptied herself fully yet again, watching the woman’s bladder reach the 68% mark before returning to the line of people still waiting.
    Finally, as her bladder finished filling for the 5th time in as many minutes Annabeth couldn’t help herself but take more from these last few. She wasn’t sure why she did it, but something inside her was pushing her to do it, almost like a voice at the back of her head. But then she felt her own bladder spasm heavily inside, her a spurt of pee escaping her control as she pushed past 98% of her bladders capacity. Her eyes went wide as she realised how close she was to having an accident, the dull ache in her abdomen now a sharp stinging sensation as she had inflated herself like a water balloon. But despite having come out of the trance, the same part of her that made her want more had a plan to get rid of it. Focusing back on the young pink haired woman Annabeth pushed with all her might, transferring her full to the brim bladders contents to her target. She was transfixed as in a matter of seconds the woman’s bladder shot from 70% to 80% and then 90% and yet Annabeth wasn’t done.
    She could see the poor woman now clutching herself through her tight black leather trousers, gently rocking in her seat as she looked around to the line of people still waiting at the toilets.. A wide eyed and confused look on her face as her typically massive bladder rebelled against her, sweat forming on her forehead as the battle for control of her body sent it into overdrive. Finally at 93% Annabeth ran dry she watched the blue eyed girl fumble with her seat belt and start to stand on shake legs. She now had both hands pressing deeply into her crotch as she took short laboured steps towards the bathroom. The plane shook slightly causing her to stumble, the pink haired beauties face contorted in pain as the floor fell away from her and she stepped heavily. Her white porcelain skin now flushed red with effort as she pushed her body towards the toilets, just three people stood between her and relief, she could wait that long.
    As she slowly passed Annabeth in the isle she could see a definite bulge coming out of the woman’s abdomen, the volume of liquid inside her body must have been excruciating as it pushed against her tight trousers. She could hear the heavy and laboured breaths escaping from her target carefully making her way up the plane.
    The plane fell again causing the woman to purse her rose red lips and close her eyes, gripping the backs of the seats for support. Thankfully the person in the toilet came out leaving just her and one other person stood in line, she could make it. A quiet Bing noise pulled Annabeth’s attention from the desperate woman for the first time since she had so ruthlessly filled her to near capacity. Looking up she saw the fasten seatbelt sign had come on and now looking away from the woman she suddenly realising what she had done, quickly looking back this time concerned and feeling horrible for how entertaining she had previously found it.
    Annabeth began to think she should take a bit out of her, just to make sure she could make it. But turning around she could see the desperate woman but her view was obstructed by an air stewardess who herself was at an uncomfortable 64% but she wasn’t the one Annabeth was trying to save..
    “Im sorry im going to have to ask you both to return to your seats, we are entering a patch of turbulence.”
    “But, I really need to use the bathroom” responded the man next in que. In reality Annabeth could see he was now only at 64% after what she had taken out of him, but even so If you felt as desperate he had moments before, you probably wouldn’t want to give up the chance to go to the bathroom either.
    “Me too” the woman with pink hair added meekly.
    “Im sorry it’s a question of safety, it wont be too long. Im sure you can both manage for a few minutes right?” It was phrased as a question but her tone didn’t make it sound like one.
    “You’re going to have to return to your seats” she reaffirmed
    The plane shook again, this time more violently and to Annabeth’s surprise the desperate woman gave up her position and started to shuffle back to her seat, a look of absolute concern and panic easy to see over her flushed face.
    Clutching her bulging abdomen neither her or Annabeth seemed convinced she could last long. Another wave of guilt overcame her just like with Miia, how could she have done this? Trying to focus on the young woman’s bladder to take even a small amount out, she felt a sudden impact on her arm breaking her concentration.
    “ooops, im so sorry”
    It was the woman sat next to her, she had been asleep but had jolted awake as the plane shook again. Flailing slightly she had punched Annabeth in her arm, a warm pain radiated across her muscle.
    “Its ok” Annabeth said, rubbing her arm and trying to sooth the pain.
    “I was dreaming about falling and I guess I jerked out and hit you. Are you ok?” The woman asked with a thick Canadian accent.
    “Yeah im fine, and don’t worry its probably the turbulence. So technically you were falling.” 
    “True, and thank you for taking it so well. I’m Joy by the way she added, holding out a hand to shake.
    “Nice to meet you, im Anne” she said shaking the woman’s hand. She didn’t usually go by Anne so she wasn’t sure why she had said that. Although she guessed it was the same reason she did it when ordering coffee, you don’t get all the comments about it being unusual.
    But realising her concentration had been momentarily broken she returned her attention to the pink haired woman.  But unfortunately for both of them, it seemed the unknown woman didn’t have anyone next to her and had taken the window seat this time. Putting her out of the view of Annabeth and try as she might she couldn’t seem to lock onto the woman’s bladder. Maybe it only worked if she could see the bladder she was connecting too?
    “Is she a friend of yours?” Joy asked out of nowhere
    Slightly shocked and blushing Annabeth realised she must have been staring at the woman and by the looks of it not very subtly.
    “I…uh no…. I just feel sorry for her. There was a long line for the bathrooms and she didn’t get a chance to use them.”
    “Oh” her seatmate responded, still clearly not convinced of her answer or more confused by it.
    It was at this moment Annabeth clicked, Joy hadn’t gotten out of her seat either! She had herself fallen asleep quickly when she had boarded the plane and hadn’t even introduced herself to Joy before she dozed off. At some point her seatmate must have followed her lead and fallen asleep. But even as Annabeth had been playing musical bladders with the people in line, she had forgotten about the sleeping blonde next to her.
    Trying not to be too obvious she looked down at Julies bladder out of the corner of her eye, 81%!
    Yet she showed no real signs of discomfort, other than her legs being pressed together she would never have known just how full her bladder was. Should she take some out of it to help, but that could make it harder for her to help the pink haired woman when she could finally take some of her’s. Checking her own bladder to see if maybe she could take a little she was surprised to see it almost a third full, kicking herself she realised that when Julie had hit her she had absent mindedly rubbed her arm to sooth the pain. She was really going to have to get the hang of not doing that.
    Sure enough as she scanned the passengers that she could see again they all showed 15 – 30%, but thankfully they had all gotten to the toilet before the turbulence hit. Well other than the two that had been told to sit down and Joy.
    For the next thirty minutes as the plane occasionally rocked in the air Annabeth would try to catch sight of the young woman sitting several rows ahead of her. Under the rows of seats Annabeth could see her feet furiously jigging on the floor, occasionally stopping as the tops of her legs seemed to angle inwards for a moment. Even from just this she could tell she must be nearing the end of her control. Beside her Julie was still showing little to no desperation as she watched something on the small screen in front of her, her control was impressive even as she neared 86% fullness.
    A bing made her look upwards, hoping to see the fasten seatbelt sign finally dim, but it was still on. Instead the sound seemed to be signalling an announcement and a few seconds later their descent into Heathrow was announced. While not exactly what she had hoped for, if the pink haired woman just out of sight could just hold on a little longer they would be on the ground.
    While she was a frequent flyer herself Annabeth had to admit that the decent was far from calm, it seemed a thunderstorm had moved into their flightpath. She began to worry that they would end up circling or be diverted, meaning more time for the desperate woman to hold on. But she was happy to feel the plane dip its nose and start its landing procedures.
    Heavy rain lashed the side of the plane as it violently shook, moving horizontally as the skilled pilots battled the averse conditions to bring the plane down safely. Finally breaking through the clouds she could see the ground rapidly approaching, but with a final twist the plane made a heavy landing. Bouncing slightly off the ground she crossed her fingers they wouldn’t have to do another go around, but another more gentle thud signalled they had made it down.
    A few relieved rounds of applause went around the plane as Annabeth herself breathed a sigh of relief.
    “Oh god that almost made me wee myself” Joy laughed and a quick almost subconscious check showed her bladder now at 90% inside the surprisingly calm woman.
    Wait…!
    Looking forwards a few rows she was horrified to see that at least one other passenger had not been so lucky. A deluge of piss was now raining off the seat of the young woman that Annabeth had so ruthlessly filled to the brim. The heavy contact with the floor clearly too much for her brimming bladder which had seemingly exploded all over the aircraft. Her face burned red for the woman she  had done this too, yet she was in awe of just how much liquid was falling between the legs of the woman she couldn’t see.
    Thankfully at least from her position she couldn’t hear any sound of the accident unfolding, the loud noise of the engines and rumble of the wheels on tarmac hopefully covering up any splashing noises. But it was surely only a matter of time before someone noticed what was happening and it made her feel terrible.
    It took almost two full minutes for the absolute waterfall from the seat to stop, by which point the plane had taxied its way up to the gate. Finally the seatbelt signs were turned off and the mad dash for the exit started, people haphazardly grabbing bags from overhead bins and trying to make it to passport control first. Joining the rush Annabeth grabbed her bag and made her way off the plane, making sure not to look at the pink haired woman who still seemed to be sitting and waiting for everyone else to get off first.
    What had overcome her, why did she fill her so much and more worryingly why had she enjoyed the feeling of manipulating her and the other passengers bladders so much,  she wondered as she stepped off the plane into the brisk English weather.
     
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    Another chapter down and another power has been discovered, what else might this rune be capable of.
    I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, finally a bit more of the Omo content im sure you are all waiting for.
    Also Thank you all so much for the positive comments, you are all too kind!
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    Markj9494 reacted to AuthorFaust in The Wet Suit Challenge! [And maybe other Faust Stories if he writes them]   
    Hey, turns out Faust is alive, and he's got some new content finally!
    (Even if it's not the most original idea, it's an idea that was had and thus is being put to paper, proverbially)
     
    [The Wet Suit Challenge]
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    'This is stupid......I shouldn't have done this...'
    Lingering thoughts, as the path to salvation was blocked off by a veritable herd of other people, all crowding around the entrance...
    One small look, one turn, one twist of the neck, or one slight fumble, and it would all be over for her....
    'I shouldn't have let myself get egged on like this..'
    A few hours prior.....
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    "So, have you seen the latest Tren-Door Challenge?"
    "No, I don't do those stupid internet challenges."
    "Awww, but some of them are really cool!"
    It was a hot, summer morning as the two friends quibbled over the validity of Internet videos, and the fame that would or would not come from them.
    Perpetuating the spread of Internet content, was a slender girl with bright green eyes and bobbed blonde hair, who was getting increasingly pouty as their discussion went on.
    Deciding to ignore the current trends for the sake of a healthier mindspace, was a noticeably curvier girl with lightly tanned skin, and wavy dark hair draped over her shoulders.
    "It's really just a bunch of people putting themselves out there for the world to gawk at, or mock.." the Raven haired girl started, as she leaned back in her seat, relishing the AC. "You really shouldn't get so worked up about these things, Minnie."
    "But isn't that cool?!" the blonde snipped, leaning forward and over the table between them. "You could do something that the whole world could see! You'd be famous, like a movie star, Amelia! You could be the next Koz-Mo, or even..."
    "I don't know if I want the world to see me doing stuff." Amelia responded flatly, as one of the servers sat down their drinks and some snacks. "Hell, I don't want some of the people in this Cafe to even look at me, if I can be frank."
    "I...Don't think the name Frank is Available." Minnie responded, thumbing through her phone and taking a quick sip. "A lot of the good ones are taken. You'd need a bunch of numbers on it, or..."
    "Not like that, Minnie." Amelia groaned, rubbing her head slightly. "But, I imagine you didn't call me out here just to discuss internet videos..."
    There was a slight pause as Amelia gestured for her friend to lead in, but the girl merely raised her drink to her lips, and started to sip aggressively, avoiding eye contact with her.
    Amelia got a sinking feeling in her stomach, as she watched Minnie keep sipping and slurping......Until she finally pulled back, the ice rattling in her cup.
    "Ahhhh... That was nice! Another, please!" she called out to a server, who took her glass to refill. Amelia gave her a stern look, and lowered her eyes.
    "You.... didn't really just pull me out here to talk about videos, did you?" she asked, a bit less sure her friend wouldn't do something as stupid as that, as Minnie turned her phone around.
    "Well, Kinda sorta!" She called, tapping at her screen. "Here, look at this! It's the latest Trend on Tren-Door! The Wet Suit challenge!"
    Amelia hesitantly took Minnie's phone at this and tapped at the screen, where a girl with red hair pulled into a ponytail stood in the middle of the screen. wearing a blue, one-piece swimsuit.
    "Hey everybody, it's Mari-Star with the hottest new challenge...!" the girl called, as the camera pulled back. "The Wet Suit challenge!"
    Amelia scowled slightly at the girl's pep, but kept watching for her friend's sake, as the area around the girl suddenly changed, to walking down what was very clearly a street.
    "The Wet Suit Challenge is pretty Simple..." Mari-Star's voice called out. "You just have two goals! Well, three if you count getting the swimsuit..."
    Amelia rolled her eyes at this, before the redhead suddenly knelt down and closed her eyes, letting out a deep sigh.
    "Step one....Get your swimsuit Wet..." She softly groaned out, as the camera panned around to show her.....Peeing through the swimsuit?!
    "Minnie, What the fuck?" Amelia snapped, looking up to see her friend sipping at a second drink already. "Did you just flashbang me with..."
     
    "Shhh, shhh.." the blonde called, holding up her fingers. "Keep watching!"
    Amelia bit her tongue as she wanted to continue, but decided for the sake of her friend's dignity (And the gawking guests nearby) that she wouldn't shout out that she basically was seeing the equivalent of a softcore video, as the redhead finally stopped pissing, a sizable puddle under her.....As she kept walking again.
    "And the hard part.." She continued, a little flush on her cheeks. "Is to get to a body of water without anyone noticing you peed! A pool, a lake! You could even fall in a mall fountain if you really wanted...!"
    The girl suddenly ducked behind a tree as some people walked around the corner, the camera panning to follow her as they paced past.
    "Just don't let anyone know you wet, until..."
    There was a smash cut, and the red haired girl leaped into an empty pool, splashing about and undoing her ponytail..... Coming out of the water soaking wet from head to toe.
    "You get soaked! That way, nobody's the wiser!" Mari-Star mused. "Just be careful to not be seen, or you'll never hear the end of it! Now, who's brave enough to take on the Wet Suit Challenge? If you are, reply to this video with your own! I'll choose a winner within the week, and they'll get..."
    Amelia passed the phone back aggressively at this, scowling darkly at her friend.
    "So, what was the fucking point in that?" she borderline snarled, as Minnie motioned for another glass. "You just show me... that, in a public area, where anyone could have seen and.."
    'Well, it's kinda sorta related to what I wanted you to help me with..." Minnie answered, poking her fingers together. "You see, well... I.....Um..."
    Amelia took a sip of her drink, closing her eyes and grimacing.
    'Please.....Don't tell me she..'
    "I want to take the challenge!" Minnie called. "I've been subbed to Mari-Mari for so long, and I've never been able to really get in on the challenges before the timegates are up.... And this one's got that HUGE prize of..."
    "I'm not helping you.." Amelia interrupted, rubbing her brow. "I don't care what the reward is.."
    "Ah, But Ameeeee!" Minnie pouted again. "Please! I don't know anyone else I know who can do this! Everyone else is busy studying, or off on some vacation, or..."
    "What about that one creep?" Amelia quipped. "I'm sure he'd love to see you pissing yourself..."
    "Ah, No! No way, I couldn't ask him..!" Minnie added, turning bright red. "Like, I know it's a pretty...um... Unorthodox challenge, but there's nobody else whose Camerawork, and Handywork I trust!"
    Amelia gave Minnie a stern look, as the blonde leaned over the table again.
    "Please, Ame! I'll do anything to make it up to you!" She pleaded. "i'll do your homework! Buy you dinner! Buy you dinner for like, a week! A month, even! I'll introduce you to my brother, I'll.."
    "Ugh... You're so needy.." Amelia groaned again, as she took another sip of her drink. "If I do this, you need to stop trying to get me on Tren-Door. Understood? This is a one time thing."
    "I love you!" Minnie called out, beaming as bright as the overbearing sun, making Amelia smile, in spite of her annoyance. They'd been friends since middle school, but sometimes the girl was just... Out there. Amelia motioned for another drink as she sighed internally, closing her eyes as she thought again.
    'Better me than some creep who'd probably take advantage..' she thought to herself. 'And this way, I can make sure she doesn't get herself in too much trouble..'
    "Oh, by the way, we need to do it today." Minnie added, prompting Amelia to spit out her drink mid-thought.
    "Pffft..... What?! Why today?!" Amelia snapped, as Minnie poked her fingers together nervously.
    "Well, I erm... I was worried I couldn't convince you.." she started, pinkening a little. "So, I kinda... sort of.. spent a few days working up the courage to.."
    "You're killing me, Minnie. You're actually killing me." Amelia responded. "I immediately regret helping you with this."
    "Ah, but don't worry!" Minnie called. "I erm... I already...You know..."
    The blonde lifted her light blue tank top, showing off a fluffy-white bikini top under it.
    "I'm already wearing a swimsuit under this... And.....I mean.."
    Minnie gestured at the trio of beverages emptied in front of her, as Amelia rolled her eyes.
    "Alright, fine...." She called. "But, we gotta go to my dorm so i can grab my suit, and Camera. Understood?"
    "Y..Yeah! Of course!" Minnie piped up, jumping out of her seat energetically. "So, let's g-"
    "After I finish eating.." Amelia cut her off, prompting her to sit back down.
    "O-Oh... Yeah, of course..." Minnie responded sheepishly, averting her friend's gaze. "Sorry, I'm just... Excited, you know?"
    "Yeah, of course." Amelia called, as she slowly sipped at her second drink, taking her time with her food.
    About half an hour after the egregious agreement, Amelia finally pushed her plate forward and pushed her chair back.
    "Alright, let's head to my dorm." Amelia called, as Minnie bounced up from her seat, lightly hopping in place.
    "Yeah! Let's go!" she called, hopping from foot to foot as the two started out of the cafe together.
    It was just under a two mile walk from the cafe back to the college they both attended, with a few extra blocks to the on-site dorms. As the large school building finally came into view, Amelia turned to her friend.
    "So, you do know what you're going to be doing, right?" She called, as the blonde nodded.
    "It's simple, really..!" She mused, lightly kicking up her feet as they walked. "You'll get changed, we'll head to the school gym pools, I'll find someplace quiet to erm... deal with my swimsuit... And then, I'll just run really fast, and dive in before anyone can see it!"
    "Deal with your swimsuit? What do you mean by that?" Amelia remarked, giving a slight smirk. "Why, do you think it's gonna come undone on the way there?"
    "No! Of course it's not gonna come undone!" Minnie responded back a little too quickly. "I'll just.. Have to...you know...Make it.....wet..."
    "Make it what?" Amelia interjected again. "You mean, splash some water on it?"
    "No! Of course not!" Minnie added, now starting to blush as she shifted in place. "I'll have to.... you know... p...P..P..."
    "Pee?" Amelia teased some more, as Minnie suddenly stopped, and lightly pressed her hands against herself.
    "N...Nnnnghh.. Don't make me think about that.." she reprimanded. "Those drinks are already going through me. But, i can't do that until at least you get the camera..!"
    "Shouldn't have had so many." Amelia lightly reprimanded back, as they kept walking. "It's bad enough when you need to pee, but it always just gets worse when you know you can't, doesn't it?"
    Minnie shuddered, as Amelia grinned a bit wider, as they kept pace.
    "Like when you're in one of those big, 30% of your grade tests..." She started. "Or on a long car ride.... Or when your brother's taking a shower in the bathroom, and you can't..."
    "THAT ONLY HAPPENED ONCE!" Minnie cried out, before blushing deeply. "I...I mean... Shutup! We gotta keep moving!"
    Amelia chuckled slightly, but refused to hasten her pace even a step for her friend's foolhardy preparations, regardless of her pleas. It had been nearly a full hour by the time the two made it to the outside of the dorms, and Minnie was starting to shudder and bounce in place without any teasing.
    "P...Perhaps You could...go up and get your stuff?" Minnie asked, quietly. "Th..that way I don't have to walk up there with...You know.."
    "Oh, but what are you going to do with your clothes?" Amelia added. "Don't tell me you're going to just toss them off in public somewhere? What if someone saw you stripping?"
    Minnie's face reddened at this, as she shook her head.
    "W..Well, my room's on the top floor, but I don't wannagothatfarup." She stammered. "C..can I justlikeLeavetheminyours?"
    Amelia chuckled darkly, as she started up.
    "Why? Afraid of some stairs?" she asked, as Minnie puffed up.
    "N..No..!" She exclaimed, taking an aggressive first and second step.... Before knocking her knees together, and whimpering.
    "Okaymaybealittle...justcameout.."
    Amelia almost felt bad for her friend at this point, so she started in without her, and moved about the dorm halls. Her room was on the second floor, but since she hadn't guzzled down so many drinks at the cafe, she wasn't exactly afraid of all the jostling. A few paces here, a twist and a turn there, and she was outside of her room.
    "Wonder what I should wear.." she thought to herself as she started in, tossing her things onto her bed, and moving to her dresser. She had a few options, mostly red, purple, and navy.... But, as she kept thumbing through the various outfits, taking her sweet time, she eventually settled on the opposite of her friend's color: A nice, black material that hugged her curves nicely.
    "Just hope there's not too many creeps there today.." she mumbled to herself as she changed garments, tossing her regular clothes down and stepping into her bikini. As she was tying the back however, a sensation came to the front of her mind..
    Pang....
    "Gn.....Of course.." She stated flatly, rolling her eyes. "I'll just tell her to wait a bit longer, so I can.."
    THUMPTHUMPTHUMP
    "AME, PLEASE HURRY UP!"  the voice of her friend nearly made her jump out of her skin, as she snapped around.
    "I just changed! Gimme a sec!" she snapped back, moving to her desk to pull out her camera. She had dabbled in cinematography, but of all the things for her to have to use this on..
    ""AME PLEASE! I'M NOT GONNA MAKE IT!" Minnie yelled, as she opened the door, Minnie's eyes watering, and face flushed from the strain. "Ame, Please! We need to go NOW!"
    "Come on, you're a big girl." Amelia responded flatly. "You can hold it a little longer. You know you didn't actually have to come up here, right?"
    "Well, I didntwant anyone to..." Minnie stammered, squirming and shaking in place. "Eugh..! Not important! Let's get moving, NOW, please!"
    "Hang on, I'm gonna go to the bathroom first.." Amelia started, as Minnie suddenly tossed her shirt and skirt at the girl, having already taken them off, apparently.
    "No time! WE GOTTA GO OUTSIDE NOW OR I'M GONNA FLOOD YOUR CARPET!" the blonde threatened, as Amelia chuckled, but relented.
    "Alright, fine Princess of Piddle." she taunted. "Let's get out of here, and get you to your potty, so the world can know you're incontinent already."
    "I...Am not...!" Minnie puffed up again, before wincing and writhing. "Nnnghh!! Okay, okay please let's-just-get-going-now-pleasepleaseplease..!"
    As amusing as taunting the girl was, even Amelia had her limits, and knew Minnie would be hitting hers soon. So, rather than torture the girl by making her wait through her own bathroom trip, Amelia relented to heading outside, camera in tow as the blonde followed more than a few steps behind her... Squeaking and shaking with every step they took down the staircases.
    "O..Okay..! Okay, let's just-start-it-right-here...!" Minnie called as soon as they took a step outside. "GetthecameraoutsoIcanPee..!"
    "Ah, but you said so yourself.." Amelia called. "You gotta get somewhere quiet to... deal with your swimsuit. I'd say the front of the dorms is hardly quiet. What if he walked by and saw you.."
    "Okayyeahtrue.." Minnie groaned. "But...please....can we hurry? Like, HURRY hurry?"
    "Fine, fine.."
    It was a very lively, jittery, and quivery walk for the two, as Minnie kept gasping and shuddering with each step.... Aggressively inhaling through clenched teeth as both of her hands buried into the white swimsuit bottom. Every few dozen steps or so, she'd freeze up and let out a troubled whimper, but if she was truly leaking as she said, Amelia couldn't see it. It felt like another hour or so before they came to the gate separating them from the school's communal pool, and Amelia turned to her friend.
    "Okay, Pool's right there." she called. "Let's just head to the side here, and we can get your little show started, Minnie."
    "ThankGod...!" the girl gasped, groaning and bending forward. "I...I don't think I can hold it much more...! It's..It's gonna come out.."
    Amelia rolled her eyes at her repetitive friend's wails, glancing to the side as she gestured.
    "Over here. Lean against the tree, and i'll start the camera." she called, thumbing out the camera. "It'll keep you hidden, and it'll make for a good shot."
    "O...O..Okay...!"
    Amelia unscrewed the lens cap, and focused it on her friend's trembling, shuddering figure.... Starting to angle it downward to her knocking knees, and trembling thighs.... Partly for the fact she was going to be focusing on it, and partly to help with keeping the girl Anonymous on the internet. Even if Minnie wanted to be famous for something so... vulgar, Amelia wouldn't let her friend completely out herself for the world to see...
    Eventually, after about a minute of quaking, Minnie leaned against the tree, as Amelia gestured.
    "And... recording.." she called, as Minnie tried to stand up straight.
    "H...H..Hi... It's...Minerva...8005.." Minnie stated, trembling. "H...Here...answering the...the wet suit.."
    Amelia rolled her eyes and sighed.
    'Why did she use her real name..' she thought, as the girl tensed up.
    "Ch...challenge..!"
    Amelia kept the camera focused on Minnie's bikini bottoms, trembling thighs, and bloated belly. Though she felt a bit awkward ogling her friend through the camera feed, it only really hit her how awkward it seemed after a few minutes passed, and...
    "Minnie, Why aren't you peeing?" Amelia snapped sharply, as the girl blushed bright red and clasped her hands over her face.
    "I...I don't think I can do this..!" she stammered, shaking and trembling. "I...I..I haven't ever peed myself on purpose before..!"
    "Ugh... Now you're saying this.." Amelia groaned. "Just... think of waterfalls... Or like, Rivers... Or exploding soda cans..!"
    Minnie scrunched up her face, and tensed... But, after another minute of suffered, dry silence, Amelia rolled her eyes.
    "How are you this bad at peeing?" she snapped, as Minnie whimpered.
    "I...I don't know...!" she groaned. "I..I really want to, but at the same time, it just feels like...Like I really shouldn't, you know?"
    Amelia shook her head, feeling her own bladder starting to pang and nag at her again, as she pinched her nose.
    'I can't believe my friend is such a fucking idiot...' she thought to herself, as Minnie pouted at her again.
    "D..Do you have any ideas, Ame?" She pleaded. "I..I got this far, but...But i'm just frozen up! How do you make yourself pee?!"
    Amelia felt herself turn a bit red at the thought, before remembering the video, and deciding to just go for the tried and true tactic: Bullshit.
    "Well, Mari knelt down before she wet." Amelia called. "Maybe that'll.."
    Pssssshshhhh...spsssssshhhhh..psssshhh
    "Ahhhh!!..Haaaahhhhh!!!"
    Minnie's voice quickly rang out, moaning sweetly as the change in posture had an immediate effect, prompting her to start gushing and spraying, making her whole body go slack, and her mouth to gape in sheer relief.
    "Ohhhhh... Ohhhhnnnn...Ohhhh... it worrrrrrkkkkkeeedd..." she groaned some more, prompting Amelia to flush a bit, and tense her legs....
    Seeing the girl casually erupt in sheer, puddling bliss was more than a touch strange in many ways for her, least of which because she was recording her. Amelia turned back to the camera to notice her friend was now fully in frame, prompting her to lower the camera to focus on the girl's now-glistening thighs, and sputtering stream, darkening and lightly greying the white swimsuit bottoms she was wearing. It was a surprising show of liquid force, as the show went on for a veritable minute and a half, before starting to taper and peter off, leaving Minnie barely hovering above her puddle on shaky legs.
    "Ohhhhhh Gods... That was....So much..." she groaned, with a smile. "Almost makes me wanna... Do that more often.....So warm..."
    "Minnie, Focus.." Amelia started a bit more forcefully than she intended, snapping the blonde out of her trance.
    "Ah, right! Gotta get the video.." she added, stumbling a bit. "C...Could you help me back to my feet please?"
    Amelia averted her gaze, but moved forward to hold her hand out to the blonde, helping her out of the miniature lake she just made next to the tree. She wobbled, and she shook... But, Ultimately, Minnie kept her balance, as she nodded.
    "Alright..." she called, still dripping piddle from her suit and thighs. "Now, we just gotta get a shot of me jumping into the pool, and we'll be set!"
    "Yeah..." Amelia remarked quietly. "We're almost done. Just gotta make it through the door, and into the pool without being seen..."
    She was starting to feel a much more nagging pressure of her own, but it would be fine. She'd get Minnie into the water, they'd close out the video, and she'd quietly slip into the bathrooms near the pool before she risked being Minnie's Encore.
    As she gently opened the gate to the communal pool....
    To a massive herd of classmates, all splayed about, and crowding the pool. A few glances were already turning her way, and she quickly shut the gate, prompting Minnie to pause.
    "W..what's wrong Ame?" she asked, as the black haired girl dropped her gaze.
    "It's packed today.." she warned. "If you go in there, someone is going to see."
    Minnie's face went from lightly pink, to ghostly pale.
    "Th..they'll see...." She repeated quietly, her eyes going blank. "But... If they see me..."
    Amelia bit her lip, as she started to ponder...
    How could she get her friend out of this situation?
    ===============================================================================
    [To be Continued...?]
    (Author's note: The Wet Suit Challenge is not a real challenge. If you do this in real life, you are stupid and I will make fun of you personally.]
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    Markj9494 reacted to WiiGuy86 in Marissa's Movie Night   
    CHAPTER 2:
     
    As Marc pulled his car up to the train station, Marissa was wondering if she had made a mistake.
    “Is everything okay Marissa?” Marc asked her sweetly “You’ve been really quiet, I hope you’re not upset with me”
    “I’m fine sorry” Marissa mumbled, barely able to hear Marc over the searing pain coming from her abdomen. “Just stressed about making the train and I really need to use the bathroom. Once I get to Jen’s I’ll be fine.”
    “Ok sweetheart” Marc cooed, leaning over to give her a kiss on the head. “Text me when you get there”
    “Will do” Marissa replied as she stepped out of the car, nearly doubling over as soon as she was back on her feet. 30 minutes she thought to herself as she grabbed her bag and started quickly walking toward the platform. 30 minutes and I’ll be on Jen’s toilet.
    Dropping her bag on a bench, she crossed her legs tightly as she looked up and down the tracks. No sign of the train. She checked the time, 6:59. She had just made it.
    After all the anxiety about the arrival of this train, now she absolutely couldn’t wait for it to come. She remained standing in front of her bag, just slightly bent over with her legs crossed, trying her hardest to act like she wasn’t fantasizing about dropping her jeans and unleashing a flood on this platform.
    7:00. 7:01, 7:02, 7:03. Where was this fucking train? So many times she had missed this same train by a minute, and now the one night she had sacrificed her bladder to make absolutely sure she was on time, it had to be late.
    7:06, 7:07, 7:08.
    Marissa was going out of her mind, her bladder completely full, her peehole throbbing. Why was this happening to her? She could have just waited for her roommate to get out of the bathroom if she knew the train was going to be this late. She tried to turn her thoughts to the movie, watching the time was only making it worse. But when she looked back down at her phone, only 2 minutes had passed.
    “Excuse me” she said to a main who had been sitting on the platform before she arrived “You’re waiting for the 7 right?”
    “Yep” he confirmed “been here since 6:50, it just seems to be running late”
    No shit, Marissa thought to herself as she thanked the man and tried to maintain her composure. She had conflicted feelings about this news. On one hand, she was glad she hadn’t missed her train, on the other hand, some part of her was hoping that she had missed the train, so she could just find a place to pee. There were no bathrooms around here, but she’d gladly Uber to a gas station at this point.
    7:14. Marissa was contemplating all of her options. She knew her friends would be mad at her, but she was seriously considering just leaving the platform, finding a place to pee, then just going home. She was clenching so much she was beginning to feel sore, and her bladder felt like it was actually going to explode inside of her. A 30 minute journey to Jen’s house just wasn’t going to be doable at this point. She could feel the pee right at the edge of her peehole, this was ridiculous.  
    7:15. Marissa walked to the back of the platform and looked down in to the parking lot. She was going to pee there. There was a row of cars next to the tree line at the back of the lot. She had reached that point, anything to rid herself of the agony she was enduring. But as she wrapped her hand around the strap of her bag to pick it up, she heard a honk in the distance, and looked back to see the train rounding the curve and approaching the station.
    Now she had a decision to make, there was no way she could pee and make the train now. Could she really do this? 30 minutes. 30 minutes ago she’d been at home outside her bathroom. She was tired of the agony, but supposed if she could hold until now, she could hold it another 30 minutes. Then again, getting on a bathroomless train already on the verge of wetting your jeans didn’t seem like a responsible adult thing to do.
    The trained pulled in and the doors hissed open. Decision time. Fuck it, she thought to herself with a quiet moan. She’d held it before, she could do it again. She grabbed her bag and stepped on to the train.
    Quickly finding an empty row, Marissa unbuttoned her jeans before she even sat down and let out a gasp of relief as she felt her bladder physically expand out in to the space the button had vacated. In the cover of the seats, she went a bit further and partially unzipped her jeans as well before sitting down and pulling her bag over her crossed legs.
    The train began to move and Marissa pulled out her phone, 7:17. She opened a new message to Martia and started typing “Hey, I’m on the train now, it’s running about 15-20…” No no, she couldn’t afford for Martia to be late at all, she needed her to be there the second she got off. “just a couple minutes late, should be there around 7:30”.
    Putting her phone down Marissa tried to look out the window and focus on anything other than the pain emanating from her bladder. She was pretty sure this was now the worst she’d ever needed to pee in her life. Everything down there was literally throbbing and her concern was growing that she may actually wet her pants.
    The train made its first stop, 2 more then hers. Marissa checked the time, 7:23, it felt like it had been so much longer. As the train pulled away, she discreetly worked her right hand slowly down her pants and gave her aching, frantic pussy another squeeze. God, that helped so much. Her panties were slightly damp, she definitely had not let any out, it must just be sweat from the effort of holding it all in.
    Several more minutes and the next stop on the line went by as a blur for Marissa as the outside world seemed to melt away in favor of the pressure emanating from between Marissa’s legs. 3 fingers on her right hand remained locked between her lips, slowly but constantly massaging her tortured sphincter. The gusset of her pale blue panties was lost inside her, her fingers covered in what at this point was an unknown moisture.
    Marissa’s trance was suddenly broken by the vibration of her phone, she picked her head up off the window of the train and looked down, 7:31, Martia had just texted her back to her her know she had arrived at the station. The train began to slow as it prepared to make its final stop before Marissa’s. She looked back out the window as the platform came in to view. Why didn’t these damn stations have public bathrooms? She thought about getting off anyway, to desperately search for a place to squat. As the train stopped, she pictured herself getting off and just letting go straight in to her jeans. If she was given the option to just do it, to just pee in her pants and magically teleport home, she would have gladly taken it. No stupid movie night was worth the pain she was feeling now. She was starting to feel nauseous. Like the pee was just going to come up through her stomach and right out of her eye sockets. As she toiled in her agony, almost paralyzed by the pain, the doors hissed and the train started moving again. 7:33, probably about 10 more minutes to her stop. Surely she would just pee her pants. There was no away she was actually going to sit in the car and hold it till Jen’s.
    Why the hell had she been so arrogant? Sure she’d had desperate moments, like anyone, but she had always been relatively responsible about this sort of thing. Always peeing before leaving home, managing her liquid intake if she knew she’d have no chance of a toilet. She’d popped a few emergency squats before, especially when drinking, but even then it was always discrete. She was such an idiot, getting on this train when she’d drank so much and already needed to go so bad. 7:35.
    Marissa had never been the religious type, but she started to pray. Please let this end she thought to herself. She’d do anything, She’d become a better person, she would never let herself get in to this situation again. Anything, just please please let a toilet somehow materialize in the next few minutes, oh not even a toilet, just a semi private place to go, anything that could end this pain without the ultimate humiliation of a flooded pair of pale blue jeans.
    7:40 now, Marissa was recognizing her home town, the train had made good time and was just a couple minutes from her station. For the first time since she had sat down, she began to come to terms with the fact that she might actually walk off this train with dry pants. She needed a plan. She knew this station well. It had no good places to squat. The platform overlooked one side of the parking lot and a large apartment building with security cameras overlooked the other side. A few of her friends had considered it on the way home from a night out before but she had never seen it pulled off.
    She checks her texts again, Martia had texted her to let she know she had pulled off in to one of the parking spaces to wait.
    7:41, the train begins to slow, Marissa looks down, no way she’s buttoning up her pants again, she’s not even sure how she’s going to manage without her hand down there. She feels gross, covered in sweat and like she needs to change and shower.
    She stands up, oh god, some definitely came out. She actually peed her pants. This can’t be actually happening to her. She runs to the door, standing straight up against it so no one can see as she buries a hand back in to her crotch. The doors open, her hand stays. Out on to the platform, everything is a blur, she doesn’t care how she looks. She sees Martia’s car immediately and makes straight for it, throwing open the passenger door, she tosses her bag in and then dives in after it. As soon as the door closes behind her she pulls her undone jeans down her thighs enough that she can get both hands in, leaning forward she pushes down as hard as she can. She can already see a few stray drops on the Martia’s leather seat.
    “Riss what the he-“
    “I’m sorry Marti I have to pee so bad I need you to drive the car PLEASE”
    “So the others already left for the theater and we’re going to meet them there since you were running late”
    That was not even going to be remotely possible, the theater was 20 minutes away. “Marti you don’t understand I’m peeing my pants I already peed on my hands I need you to get me to a toilet or fuck anywhere I can pee Marti please just fucking drive the car out of this fucking parking lot NOW!”
    “Okay okay just hang on Riss” Martia responded, with a mixture of shock and amusement in her expression.
    Marissa had tears rolling down her face now as her friend quickly drove out of the parking lot and accelerated rapidly down the main road. Just a moment later pulling in to the gas station parking lot.
    “Park over there” Marissa sobbed, beckoning to the far corner of the lot near a line of trees
    “But don’t you want me to drop you off near the doo-“
    “PARK OVER THERE”
    Martia did as commanded and drove the car to the back of the lot, before she could even get the car in to park Marissa had manually unlocked the door and practically collapsed out. As soon as her feet hit the pavement the flood began. Marissa pushed her jeans a bit further down her thighs and dropped in to a squat, flooding her blue panties immediately and unleashing a thundering torrent on to the ground. She used one hand to pull the gusset out of the way but it was largely pointless. She took deep breaths as she dropped her head in to her remaining hand and let herself relax. She was furious with herself for getting in to this situation, but for now was just savoring the intense relief. Her relief went on and on for nearly 90 seconds as Martia looked nervously around the parking lot until Marissa finally pulled her pants back up and surveyed the damage. Her panties were obviously drenched but somehow her jeans had mostly avoided the splash zone, with just a few stray wet spots on the back near the waistband. She wiped the tears off her face as she bent over and leaned against the car door to collect herself. From this position, she could see how massive her puddle was, spanning from the front wheel of Martia’s car to the back and in some places pooling in the gaps in the asphalt.
    She looked up and saw Martia giving her a sympathetic smile as she dabbed up the stray drops of pee from her seat with a napkin.
    “I’m sorry” Marissa gasped out, still panting from the exhaustion of her ordeal.
    “Don’t even worry about it, are you okay?”
    “Yeah” Marissa said weakly as she climbed back in to the car “I’m a bit um… wet though”. This admission normally would have made her blush, but her face could not possibly get any redder.
    “Yeah” Martia said awkwardly “We can stop by my place really quick and you can rinse off and change before the movie, I’m sure there will be like, 30 minutes of previews anyway”  
    “Thank you Mar, you’re a lifesaver”
    “You were always the Iron Bladder in our crew, that must have been a really tough train ride”
    “You have no idea” Marissa sighed in response as the car pulled away, leaving being a small lake on the pavement for all to see.
    For the first time in a while, Marissa looked at her phone, 7:48. She had an unread text from Marc. “Make it there okay?”
    “Yep!” Marissa responded, adding a few heart emojis, even though she knew that was not exactly true.
     
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    Almost running down the street Michelle was cursing her broken Alarm, checking her watch she was only a couple of minutes late this time. Although as she felt her phone buzz in her pocket once again and going off the texts she hadn’t opened from her boss, she probably wasn’t going to be a good mood today. Rounding the corner of the building she slowed to a brisk walk, not wanting it to be too obvious how late she was. Looking around she could only see one other person, a blonde girl who seemed to be nervously waiting at the bust stop. The city centre unusually quiet this morning, but the sounds of not so distant road works still made it feel like normal.
    “You’re late” A shout rang out as Michelle pushed open the large mirrored doors.
    “Sorry, there was some construction or something. The bus was stuck in traffic.” She mumbled slightly, knowing it wouldn’t probably help.
    “No Excuses Michelle, team meeting in the staff room now!”
    “Can I just….”
    “No, everyone is waiting” Her boss said sternly.
    Walking in Michelle could see she was the last one to arrive, the others already disrobed and standing around naked. It was still odd to witness even after 8 months of working at Al Demur’s. She hadn’t even known this place existed until her friend Sophie had told her about it. The adult only establishment that was clearly a Hooters clone, just with less clothing. The exclusively female staff came in all shapes, sizes and skin tones and was known for waiting on the customers in the nude, it could be a little demeaning at times but the pay was just too good to turn down.
    “Hey Michelle” A voice greeted her.
    Turning around Michelle could see Ellie struggling to fasten the small apron around her back. The thin and clearly too small to be functional design not hiding anything, but apparently it cleared the food hygiene regulations. In some ways she felt a little Jealous of the three of four girls that got to wear them, although from her understanding the pay wasn’t as good.
    “What’s up with Sandra?” Michelle asked her friend, walking behind her to help tie the thin strip of fabric behind her back.
    “Thanks. No idea, just know she called this emergency meeting this morning. Didn’t you get your text’s from her?” The shorter girl asking.
    “I…uh, may have ignored them. I thought she was just going to be complaining about me being late again.” Michelle responded, finishing tying up the bow for her friend.
    “Yeah well she probably was. you really should be more careful with that. You know how strict she can be, its just a good job you bring in a lot of tips.” Ellie said as Michelle started to strip out of her clothes for her shift. Her dark skin, long shinning hair and toned athletes’ body being revealed slowly. When she had gotten accepted into university she had never thought she would end up working somewhere like this, but at least her hard work on the track was paying for it in more than one way.
    “Can I have your attention please girls” their boss Sandra shouted unnecessarily loudly for the small room they were in, the group of a dozen or so women turning to look at her.
    “So I have some bad news, there is a burst water main on the High-street and while repairs are ongoing, we do not have any water since the whole area has been turned off.” A series of murmurs went through the crowd, how could they open without water to offer customers, or clean anything.
    “Now, luckily I managed to get a large supply of water from the Wholesaler this morning which has just been delivered. So we have plenty to offer guests should they need it and for you guys as well. Also, as some of you will know the system for our washing stations run off its own water supply, it should contain enough to last the day but please take care not to waste any.” She said, her eyes scanning the group, staring intently at each of them.
    “Unfortunately, this lack of water does affect our toilets and coffee machine, but I don’t think we should have a problem. We have instant coffee that we can serve by filling the hot water machine manually with bottled water.”
    “What about the toilets, where do we go?” A voice asked nervously. Michelle recognised that voice as her friend Sophie, she didn’t know she was working this shift. Maybe she had switched with someone, something she might regret doing if the toilets were out. She was well known for being a frequent peer, the short black haired woman seemingly cursed with a small bladder. Normally it wouldn’t be too much of an issue, Michelle had many times covered for her tattooed friend as she dashed to the ladies room. But she had a feeling today wouldn’t be that easy.
    “I was getting to that” Sandra said, a displeased look on her face from being interrupted. “Now im afraid, there are no facilities available to use here, and all the other businesses around us are also closed for the day. So you are just going to have to hold it.”
    “For the whole day?” Sophie asked nervously.
    “Yes. And on that note, the customers. Since we are an establishment that has a liquor licence we must legally offer our patrons the use of facilities or be shut down. As such, I also spent the morning acquiring these to help in that matter” Sandra said, holding up a number of clear plastic tubes.
    “These are Catheters…”
    “You can’t be serious” Michelle couldn’t help but blurt out at the absurdity of what her boss was suggesting.
    “I am very much serious Michelle. You all know how much we have been struggling to draw in customers these days, this is the perfect chance to do just that. With all of the others establishments closed we are sure to pick up any stragglers and im sure once they experience our wonderful hospitality they will be back.”
    “So, we aren’t able to pee ourselves and you want us to let the customers relieve themselves in us?” Another of the waitresses asked in a similarly shocked tone.
    “Exactly” Sandra said, clearly not picking up on the disbelief of the previous statement.
    “You can’t be serious” Sophie said, repeating Michelle’s earlier sentiment.
    “Look, I know this is a little unusual. But I really think this will be good for us, and to that end and as a show of good faith I am offering triple overtime to you all.”
    A number of the women exchanged glances with that last comment, that was a lot of money for one days work. Their already generous pay check becoming absurdly large with that bonus, they could be making what someone on a minimum wage made in a month, just by holding their pee for 10 hours. They could do that right, it wouldn’t be too bad? At that moment their worry an inhibitions about such a strange things were almost instantly overcome by thoughts of new cars or holidays.
    “Well I’m in.” a voice interrupted their day dreams, it was Lola. The petite brunette picking up her notepad and seemingly getting ready for the day, unaffected by the odd bathroom measures. But it was no surprise to any of them that she would be the most comfortable with this, despite her tiny stature she never seemed to need to pee while guzzling down bottle after bottle of water. Michelle had found herself gagging for a bathroom break on only her second day of work, it was Lola that had covered for her at the time. Quickly refusing when she offered to repay the favour, even claiming that she only ever used the toilet at her home. A claim that Michelle had doubted at the time but she hadn’t been proven wrong yet, although she was sure today would test that.
    “One last thing, if any of you dare to pee yourselves or someone at the table you are working does It’ll be coming out of your wages, and you can kiss the overtime goodbye too.” Sandra finished, obviously pleased as a couple of worried glasses were exchanged between the waitresses. But with the first person agreeing, it seemed the others felt more assured and quickly followed suit. All but Michelle and Sophie had now left to get back to work.
    “Are you…are you going to do this too?” Sophie asked nervously.
    “Yeah, I mean with my college fees this could really help.”
    “Yeah, Im behind on my rent, I just…I don’t know if I will be able to last the full day without peeing.” Sophie said, blushing deeply. It was no secret she peed frequently, but it was still embarrassing to admit as much.
    “Look, if it gets too much im sure we can find some way of helping. I mean we can all share it out between us right?.” Michelle responded, although she herself wasn’t too keen on the idea of holding her pee all day. She considered herself to have a pretty large bladder but she couldn’t imagine what it was going to be like later.
    “Ok. Thanks Michelle.”
    Walking back out into the main room she could see Sandra unlocking the main doors. The young blonde woman she noticed earlier still stood outside, looking towards to road as an older gentleman walking into the place past her.
    “You alright Rob, you want the regular?” Michelle asked.
    “Yes please darlin, two…”
    “Two sugars, dash of milk and a slice of Apple pie with no cream” She finished his order, smiling at the familiarity.
    Chuckling slightly he grabbed a stool at the counter, “Look, by the time you get to my age you know what you like”
    “You ok with instant coffee, machine’s out today?”
    “Oh yeah, its all the same to me. But if you need someone to come have a look at it, I can call my son and ask him to have a look?”
    “Ah, no it’s the water main in the street. Machine is fine.” Michelle said smiling again, Rob was definitely her favourite customer. Never ogling her or the others or making comments, he just seemed to act as if it was a regular café, not one filled with beautiful naked women. She had asked him about it once, but he just made some joke about giving his heart a work out to make sure it keeps ticking.
    “Here you go” Michelle said, sitting down the slightly larger than average slice of pie and the steaming cup of coffee.
    Hearing the bell above the door ding she looked up to see the young blonde girl walking in, choosing a booth near the large windows facing the road. Looking around Michelle could see a number of other waitresses standing around nervously. Clearly the ultimatum of losing the overtime was making them nervous about accepting tables this early in the day. Sighing deeply she could see how today would go, but she grabbed her notebook and made her way over.
    “Hi, can I get you anything?”
    “Oh…um no im ok thanks”
    “Sure thing, Im sorry to ask this but do you have any id? This place is 18+ only”
    “Oh…uh yeah, here you go” she said, handing over a student id.
    “Thank you, sorry about that”
    “Its no prob..”
    “Why hello there beautiful” Came a snide remark from another patron sliding into the booth opposite the young woman. “I love this place” he added, giving Michelle a once over with his eyes and raising them suggestively.
    “Excuse me I think this booth is taken” She started, Michelle instantly recognising the customer. He had been in and almost banned a number of times, but he seemed to just think it was part of their game. Just the thought of him trying to schmooze or flirt with the young woman made her skin crawl. If she had any, she was sure the hairs on her arms would have stood up.
    “No…its ok.” The blonde-haired woman responded to Michelle’s surprise. It seemed that somehow the two of them knew each other.
    “You heard her, now get us a couple of beers would you love” He said, despite it being 9am.
    “Sure thing” Creep, she added in her head walking away. Without looking Michelle knew the man would be staring at her ass, what she wouldn’t give to ram something preferably large up his smarmy backside.
     
    Over the next couple of hours, it seemed Sandra had been right about the other closures being bad for business. The typical handful of patrons had turned into a couple of dozen, although thankfully very few stayed for long which was making the other waitresses more relaxed about the whole thing. Michelle had been keeping an eye on the table near the window, serving a number of beers to the pair as they sat talking. Whatever was happening the man clearly wasn’t happy about it, the blonde now sitting rigidly with her back up against the booth. Watching she saw him reach out and grab the woman’s hand that was resting on the table, only for her to pull it away and shift in her seat.
    “Ok that’s it” she said to Lola, currently stood next to her and totalling a bill for one of her own tables.
    Walking over quickly Michelle was tempted to just throw him out. Although she cursed the fact he hadn’t technically done anything against the rules, she was sure the place could do without his business today.
    “Is this man bothering you?” She asked, interrupting the pair.
    “Excuse me!” he shouted loudly, turning to look at Michelle and for the first time her face.
    “I can make him leave if he is” She added, looking him dead in the eyes and wishing he would give her an excuse.
    “No….its….he’s my dad” the young woman stammered.
    Now it was making sense, although why anyone would let this guy near them was another thing she couldn’t help but wonder.
    “Oh ok…im sorry, its just it looked like he wa….”
    “What the actual fuck is happening over there?” The man shouted loudly, his gaze going past her.
    Following his eyes a couple of booths over she was surprised to see Lola hooked up to a rather red faced and squirming woman. She was clearly needing to pee pretty badly, but after a moment the customers face became more relaxed as a clear liquid rushed through the plastic tubing connecting her to Lola. On the other side a slight look of discomfort was clear on Lola, a strange gaze frozen on her face for several seconds.
    “What kind of freak show are you running here today?” The man at her booth shouted at her.
     “I….The toilets are out of order for today due to a burst water main. So to comply with state regulations and stay open we still need to offer our patrons somewhere to…relieve themselves.”
    “So that woman is pissing into your friend?” He said exasperated, his eyes now glued to the nake woman being filled a few booths over.
    “To put it crudely, yes” Michelle responded, she was going to have to get better at explain this.
    “Wait…” he said, a wicked smile across his face. “So you are telling me that if I want to relieve myself, I get the privilege of having one of you beauties handling my…” He stopped, nodding downwards to his genitals.
    “Yes you do, but I feel I should remind you that sexual harassment is not tolerated here”
    “Hey im happy with any harassment you might want to do…sexually” he interrupted.
    “and also, you are currently talking to someone who would have the privilege of inserting something inside it” She continued, hoping to put him off.  But juging by the look on his face that wasn’t happening.
    “How do you know im not into that” He smiled.
    “Pervert” She couldn’t help it, it had just come out that time.
    “Excuse me im a customer, you cant talk to me like that!”
    “Sorry, if you would like me to get one I can have a go, but I must say im a bit of a klutz” Michelle said now revelling in the look of realisation crossing the mans face. The clear picture of what she might accidentally do to him coming to mind.
    “On second thought, I think I don’t need to go after all” He said, adjusting himself in his seat.
    “Good choice” Michelle added, walking away. It wasn’t totally true, the way the catheters were set up she wouldn’t need to insert anything. But he didn’t need to know that.
    “Excuse me can I get the bill please” A man asked as she walked back to the desk.
    “Yes, no problem.” Michelle replied, cleaning her mind of the previous customer and trying not to take it out on the young man asking. Thankfully, this wasn’t her table so that would give her a couple more moments to compose herself.
    “Hey Lacey, your table wants its bill.” She said to another member of staff, the slightly older but bustier woman nodding and heading in his direction.
    “Is Ned still being a jackass?” Lola asked next to her, storing the Catheter behind the desk.
    “Yeah, why do we let him in this place. He is such a creep” Michelle sighed.
    “Like we get anything else” She joked.
    “Hey, do you have the catheter thing Lola?” Lacey whispered having returned with the cash from the bill. “My guys have said they both need to go”.
    “Yeah sure, here you go.” Lola said, grabbing the tubing she had only just put away. “You know how to use it?”
    “Yeah, I had a girl ask earlier” Lacey replied, a faint wavier in her voice as she spoke before grabbing the tubing and going back to the two waiting men sat cross legged at the table.
    “Want me to take them?” Lola asked, pointing her head to a couple walking through the door, the small bell dinging.
    “Yeah sure, if you want too?”
    “More tables means more tips” Lola winked, picking up a pair of lunch menus and going to greet the new arrivals.
     
    “Excuse me” came another voice, looking up from the till it was the blonde haired woman from Neds table. He himself seemed to have disappeared out the door which was at least something to be thankful for.
    “Hi, how can I help. Was everything ok with your table?”
    “Yes it was thank you. i…I just wanted to apologise for him.”
    “Oh no he is in here all the time and trust me, its not you that should be apologising for him.”
    “Thank you, I still feel bad. I should have known this was a bad idea after he suggested this place” The woman responded.
    “Suggested this place?” Michelle asked confused, her elbows now resting on the desk.
    “Oh no sorry I didn’t mean anything by that. Its just you know, we haven’t seen each other in a few years and the first place he suggests to meet up is a place full of Naked women. I should have known he hadn’t changed.”
    “Don’t worry I get it. We attract a lot of people like him here. Its fine honestly.” She finished, pausing for a moment as the blonde stood there awkwardly. “Is there anything else I can help with?”
    “I….um, are the bathrooms still closed?” She asked nervously. Michelle noticing her tightly crossed legs for the first time, she was clearly desperate.
    “Unfortunately, they are.”
    “Oh ok” she said blushing.
    “But, im sure you have seen the uh…service we are offering today? And despite what I said to your Fr…Dad, we don’t actually have to insert anything.”
    “I…..is everywhere closed, maybe I can make it across the street?”
    “Sorry, it’s the whole town centre by the sounds of things.”
    “Ok, Im sorry but I think im going to have to go. I don’t really drink alcohol and its really making me need to pee. Plus I got up really early this morning and haven’t peed yet because I didn’t want to miss him.” She stammered out, apparently trying to rationalise or explain herself to Michelle and not make her think she was just taking advantage of her.
    “Its fine honestly” Michelle said again, her voice soft and calm in an attempt to put the young woman at ease, even though she had now started to bounce on the spot. Apparently admitting her need to someone else was making it much more real and harder to hide. Reaching under the counter Michelle pulled out her connecter. She hadn’t used it yet, but after a few seconds she managed to attach it to herself and connected the longer tube for the patrons.
    “How do we….?” The young girl asked, her jeans not offering any easy solutions without asking the woman to take them off in the middle of the busy building.
    “Follow me” Michelle said, beckoning her over to the women’s room. An out of order sign displayed on it, but the door still opened and the pair entered into the secluded spot.
    “Is this ok?” Michelle asked, turning around to see the girl hurriedly wrestling with her jean’s buttons, her face red and clearly far more desperate than she had let on out there. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
    “Im sorry, I just really need to go”
    “Its fine, here you go” she said handing over the other end of the pipe to the young woman.
    Taking the strange funnel device, she rammed it quickly between her legs and almost instantly liquid began flowing out of her and through the tube. Looking down Michelle watched it race along the clear plastic and disappearing into her.
    “Oh” Michelle exclaimed as her body suddenly tensed slightly, a strange warm feeling filling her lower body as the urine flowed between the two women. For more than 30 seconds it continued, with Michelle starting to feel her bladder and skin stretch, despite the customers small frame she sure could hold a lot in her bladder. A fact that was clearly written on her face which was far more relaxed. After another 20 seconds and couple of extra spurts the blonde ran dry.
    “Im really sorry about that, but I just couldn’t hold it” She said, handing the other end back to Michelle.
    “No…its ok”. The new liquid was sitting heavily in her bladder, the odd process of being filled through the catheter new to her mind and body. Suddenly the door opened, a pair of women bursting through it with a desperate look in their eyes.
    “Oh…im so sorry” One of them stuttered, turning their head while the other covered their eyes. The relieved blonde’s jeans still around her ankles. “We saw you guys coming in here and thought the bathrooms were fixed.”
    “Im sorry they are not.”
    “I cant hold it Beth, the younger of the two said, her hands buried in her crotch as she started to dance on the spot.
    “I know Lorry. Im sorry to ask this but can we…can we you know.” She said pointing at the tube currently still attached to Michelle.
    “I mean I think we are only supposed to take the people at our tables. Do you know who your waitress was. I can try and find her.”
    “She had purple hair and a nose piercing.
    “That’s Melody, I’ll go and find her.”
    “Im sorry, I don’t think I can wait that long” Lorry said, looking between her legs as a clear dark patch was spreading out from her crotch. The light brown material becoming much darker as she started to lose control. “Oh god, I stopped it. Please!” she begged. The patch around her crotch stopping about the size of an apple. Michelle knew the poor girl had no time to spare so against her best judgement she handed the other end of the funnel to the leaking woman. The dark patch of wetness slowly absorbing into the material of her trousers.
    “Oh thank you, thank you thank you OOOHHHH” she groaned loudly, her body convulsing. In a flash her trousers were around her ankles and the device was between her legs. A think stream escaping before it was fully in position and a few drops spilling onto the floor. A rush of her almost perfectly clear pee shot through the tube at some speed and Michelle felt it enter her stretching bladder. The second and more sudden influx causing her muscles to spasm, Michelle’s bladder twitching as it filled far faster than it was use too. Pursing her lips she tried not to show any discomfort to the customers, their needs were her duty to look after. After 30 seconds she was relieved to see the flow starting to slow, finally coming to an end with her bladder feeling much heavier and fuller than before.
    “Please Lorry, I need it too.” The other woman demanded, outstretching a hand to her friend, gratefully being given the end of the funnel still attached to Michelle.
    “No i….please” Michelle started but was interrupted as she felt her bladder being forced open once again.
    “Oooo” the woman squeaked again while ignoring Michelle’s pleading. “I was about to lose it too” She stammered, another heavy stream flowing down into Michelle’s bulging bladder. Closing her eyes Michelle did her best not to groan as the weight inside her seemed to increase instantly. The flow far slower than the last two, but now she was already so full it felt so much worse. A minute later Michelle was gritting her teeth, wondering if it would ever stop. Her bladder now protruding through her skin and easy to see on her toned and athletic body. A small pouch jutting out of her, now containing far more pee than she was use to holding. Eventually the flow stopped and the woman handed back the tube, evidently more relaxed. Pulling up their pants and opening the door the two of them turned to look at Michelle, who was in no place to follow them out at the moment.
    “Are you ok? They asked
    “yes, you go ahead.” Michelle responded, ignoring the confused glances as the walked out.
    As soon as the door closed Michelle had to double over, grunting she held her inflated bladder with both hands. Her bladder now holding hers plus three other bursting women’s contents, its was too much too quickly. Air hissed out from between her teeth as she clenched every muscles in her body not to loose control. Cupping her bladder with her hands she could feel the tendons and muscles shifting inside her. The sudden intake of so much liquid sending shockwaves through her body. Breathing deeply she calmed herself and her muscles managed to adapt to the new conditions. Standing up straight Michelle paused for a moment, before pushing the door open and leaving the out of order toilets.
    Spotting the curvy Purple haired waitress, a couple of booths over she made a b-line for her. “You owe me one” Michelle said exasperatedly after reaching her.
    “What?” Melody replied, calmly pouring a large bottle of water into a jug. The sound and visuals making Michelle lose her train of thought for a moment.
    “You owe me a table, I just took two of your clients for you?”
    “You took my clients?” Melody asked confused.
    “Yeah I took” Michelle said, indicating to her enlarged abdomen.
    “Holy shit, that’s a lot of pee”
    “Yeah I noticed.” She replied, a bead of sweat running down from her temple.
    “But you could have come and got me.”
    “She was literally wetting herself. You would have lost your pay.”
    “Oh thanks, you’re a life saver. What about next table that comes in I’ll take for you?”
    “What If they don’t pee?”
    “Well I cant control that, but fine. I will take the next table, if they don’t pee I’ll take another one.”
    “Ok thanks, that sounds fair.” Michelle agreed.
    “Sure no problem. But if its just one person I don’t want any take backs.” Melody stipulated.
    “I…fine, next customer to walk in is yours for me.”
    “Shake on it?” Melody asked, offering her hand. The pair shaking hands just as the door opened. A smile appeared on Michelle’s face as in walked a group of six guys all wearing football shirts.
    “Noooo” Melody said quietly, her hand suddenly limp in Michelle’s.
    “Hey, maybe they wont pee.” She added, before Melody grabbed a set of Menu’s.
    “I hate you, you know that” She said sticking her tongue out at Michelle before a smile appeared on Melody’s face as she turned to greet the new arrivals.
     
    Soon the customers were coming in thick and fast, a sports game at the local stadium was bringing a lot people to the area. Thankfully the speed of the work and turnover of customers was a needed distraction for the waitresses, many of whom now sported visible bulges in the abdomens. While most of the customers were leaving before making use of the bathroom services they were offering, it still left a couple of dozen to be shared out between the girls.
    “Mam, can I get the bill and use the tubes again please” A far too posh for this place woman asked. Her middle-aged knees knocking under the grey pencil skirt she was wearing.
    “Sure thing” Michelle responded, walking to get the catheter device again.
    “Isn’t that like 3 times she has gone into you?” Lacey asked, preemptively handing over the tube.
    “Yeah she has had like 8 coffees in the last two hours.”
    “That can’t be good for her”
    “Its not good for me, ill tell you that much” Michelle added, putting a hand on her even more bloated bladder. Although, thankfully it seemed the coffee addict ironically had a small bladder that she could easily contain. But given that it was still 6 hours till they closed, Michelle was starting to worry about her chances of making it home dry. Hopefully the place would be a bit quieter after lunch.
    Going back over the woman barely seemed to think about it before placing the device under herself and letting loose her bladders contents. Casually flicking over the next page of the newspaper she was reading, her legs apart and a stream flowing between her and Michelle who for her part was doing her best not to squirm as her full bladder was filled again. Seeing the tube run dry she made her way back to the desk slightly fuller than before.
    Passing the front door it swung open, a young couple entering and peering around slightly. Sighing Michelle knew she should probably take them since she was already here.
    “Hi, table for two?”
    “Um yes….what is….” The young woman said, pointing at the catheter tubing Michelle had forgotten she was holding.
    “Oh um…so with the bathrooms out of order we are offering a unique service of letting customers, well, relieve themselves into the wait staff.” The shocked expression now on their faces told her they were not a fan of that idea, the woman almost recoiling at the thought.
    “I think we will try somewhere else” The man said, putting his arm around the woman and leading her out.
    “You better not be loosing us customers Michelle.” A condescending tone came from behind her.
    “No Sandra, just explaining our bathroom situation was enough to do that.”
    “Well, maybe keep that to only the customers already in the place then.” She replied, a disapproving look on her face.
    “Sandra, im sorry” came an exacerbated groan from behind them both. Turning they could see Sophie almost doubled over, a slight bulge in her abdomen and crossed legs a sure sign of what she was about to say.
    “I cant hold it, Please, you have to let me pee.”
    “Sophie, there is nowhere to pee like I told you 30 minutes ago. You just have to hold it.”
    “Please” Sophie begged again, a tear rolling down her cheek. “We can only hold so much, we’re desperate here.” She said gesturing around the room. It was true, looking around them all their colleagues were all in various stages of desperation. Some were standing cross legged as they took orders, others boobed on the spot pouring drinks or even had a hand between their legs to keep themselves in control. Only Lola seemed to be comfortable. Despite a having possibly the largest bladder bulge she was acting as if everything was fine, a true workhorse.
    “Look, there is nowhere to go. I cant just let you all run out of here to find somewhere.”
    “Please, what about if I take my lunch break now. I can make it home and back, I wont be late I swear.” Sophie pleaded.
    “Well….” Their boss thought for a second, the sentiment clearly making sense to her. After all, what they did on their break was up to them as long as they were back in time.
    “Look, I cant let you go right now. We are in the middle of the lunch rush.” A small whimper escaped Sophie as her body shook from desperation.
    “But, I’ll see what I can do once it gets a bit quieter in here”
    “But…I don’t know how much longer I can hold this…im about to lose it.”
    “You better not loose it!” Sandra snapped, “Or you know what else you will be losing!”
    “I’ll try” Sophie said, walking hunched over back to the main desk.
    “That goes for you too” Sandra said, turning to point at Michelle before walking back towards the back office.
    “You know what I said earlier, I mean it now” Melody said from behind her, an arm coming past and grabbing the tubing Michelle was still holding. “Maybe they wont pee” She added mockingly.
    “What?” Michelle asked, confused.
    “We swapped tables remember. Four of the guys I took for you say they need to pee.”
    “Really! Are you going to be ok with that?” Michelle asked, genuinely concerned and feeling a little guilty about the position she had put her friend in.
    “Yeah, but if you want to take one of them then we can call it even at 3 each?”
    “Sure, but we are going to need to grab another tube.”
    “Why don’t you go over with this one, and I’ll get another one.” Melody suggested, handing back the tube.
    Walking up to the table she could already tell that one of them was far more desperate than the others. A hand currently deep in his pocket and probably holding it all in.
    “Hi, you guys need the bathroom?”
    “Yeah” The clearly desperate guy added, his other hand gripping the table as he rocked slightly in his seat. “Sorry, I didn’t realise everything was out around here” He added, unzipping his fly and taking the end of Michelle’s tube from her. The others looking on slightly enviously.
    Unlike the other times, no liquid flowed down the tubing. Looking up his face was bright red, he was clearly embarrassed or suffering from stage fright. His full bladder locked up despite his need and now permission to pee.
    “Im sorry, just give me a moment” he stammered, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
    “Sorry about that, you guys need to go too?” Melody asked, returning with a new catheter and a number of attachments for the single tube. Handing them out the each began to undo their trousers and place the devices between their legs like their friend. However, unlike their red faced friend streams quickly flowed along the tube and towards melody. The three streams converging in the slightly wider central tube and flowing into her friend.
    “Oh god” Melody whimpered slightly, the force and volume of the three-person pee taking her by surprise. After a few seconds she was clearly beginning to worry, a hand going down and resting on her bladder as she began to breath slightly more heavily. Looking at her Michelle could see the impact of taking 3 at a time taking its toll on the purple haired woman, her abdomen expanding before her eyes as her bladder and skin was forced to stretch out quickly.
    Apparently after seeing his friends pee, the embarrassed customer still connected to her got himself under control and relaxed enough to start his pee. The sudden warmth and tightness in her abdomen surprising Michelle for a moment and distracting her from Melody’s struggles.  Despite the mans desperate appearance his stream soon died down after just 15 seconds, his pee still felling heavy in her abdomen but was nothing compared to how much she had already in there.
    Looking over at Melody again, her colleagues face was distorted by her rising discomfort. A slight sheen of sweat gathering on her face as her abdomen continued to bloat out massively, the other three guys still peeing into the growing woman. Melody now had a look of pure concentration on her face, biting her lips to keep the cries of discomfort in and not worry the customers. “OOooh” She gasped, her stretching bladder causing ripples of pain to shoot through her body. The bulge in her abdomen increasing for another 10 seconds until finally the three guys stopped peeing into her. A few drips of sweat rolling down her naked body as she stood rigidly trying not to empty herself out on the ground. “Christ” she whimpered, her whole body shaking for a moment.
    “Ohh my god!” A loud voice shouted, followed by an equally loud splattering noise that could be heard over the quiet conversations of the customers. The loud exclamation drawing the attention of the staff and customers alike. But it wasn’t the purple haired waitress emptying herself, it was the new girl Chloe. A few tables over the towering six-foot red head was clutching a catheter in one hand while her clearly distended bladder emptied itself onto the hard flooring. Her other hand pressed deeply between her legs as her pee raced between her fingers, flowing down her long slender legs and falling noisily onto the floor. The four women at her table recoiling back from the large puddle that was making its way towards them, droplets splashing up and against the red leather booth they were sat in. Even from where Michelle was she could see Chloe’s large bladder deflating as the puddle under her grew, the girl rooted to the spot with her eyes closed and cheeks burning.
    “What is going on here?” Came a loud shout, Sandra storming out of her office and into the main room. Swiftly walking up to Chloe as she pee’d and snatching the catheter from her while looking disapprovingly at the puddle spreading across her floor. “Well, looks like someone wont be getting paid today” she said, brandishing the catheter at the young woman. “You can stop at any time by the way” she added, scowling as Chloe continued to lose the battle with her bladder.
    “Im sorry….I cant” Chloe sobbed, tears streaming down her face.
    “You know what, your no good for me today. Just clean your mess up and go home.” Sandra said, walking back to her office and leaving the red headed woman sobbing as pee still streamed down her legs.
    “You have to help me” came a quiet whimper from beside Michelle, startling her slightly having been entirely wrapped up in Chloe’s accident. To her left was a clearly desperate Sophie, both hands jammed between her restless legs that moved constantly while she stood there.
    “Are you ok?” Michelle asked.
    “No….im, im about to piss myself like Chloe. I just cant hold it anymore!” She cried quietly, twisting her legs to press them tighter together.
    “I… I mean what do you want me to do?” Michelle responded, with the toilets out she didn’t have any ideas.
    “I don’t know” Sophie sobbed. “I was about to ask to go on lunch break again but I don’t think Sandra is in the best moods right now after well….” Sophie said, gesturing to Chloe who had just about stopped peeing at this point. A pair of small trails still making their way down her glistening legs.
    “Look maybe I can take some of your customers but….” How would she phrase this. “Im not sure that will help, can you make it another hour?”
    “An hour!” Sophie added, grimacing slightly as her body pulsed in desperation.
    “No….” she added meekly. “Wait, maybe Lola could help?” Sophie said, a little bit of life returning to her face.
    “What do you mean?” Michelle asked, confused by how anyone could help her hold it.
    “C’mon she is never desperate. Im sure she could handle a little bit of mine too”
    “I don’t know, she has had just as many customers if not more than us today.”
    “Im about to wet myself, please can you just go and ask. If she says no then I’ll try and hold but Im really struggling here.”
    “You want me to ask!?”
    “I, yeah. Look the less moving I do the better, unless you want another puddle?”
    “I’ll go find her.” Michelle rushed, realising just how close her friend was to loosing it all.
    Luckily she wasn’t hard to find, the tiny woman currently standing behind the desk. Approaching Michelle already knew what answer she was going to get, the giant bulge in her friends’ abdomen a clear sign she must be desperate. She felt sorry for Sophie, maybe Lola would have another idea to help.
    “Hey Lola.”
    “Need a catheter?” Lola asked back, holding up another tube and handing it to her as if it had become the most normal thing for them to do.
    “Maybe, Sophie is really struggling and I hate to ask but she was wondering if you would be able to help her? But don’t feel like you have too, I know that we all are….”
    “Yeah sure, no problem” Lola replied casually.
    “If you are sure?”
    “Yeah im doing fine, although we cant leave the desk unattended so she will have to come over here if she wants to do it. Everyone else is busy with a table.” The building was still full, with many of the lunch crowd having stayed longer than those in the morning. Around them the other waitresses were either taking orders or many of them were currently connected to relieved looking patrons. The bulges of their bladders becoming more prominent as they day wore on and more customers required their help.
    “Ok great.” Michelle finished, waving over a slow-moving Sophie.
    “Thank you so much Lola” Sophie stammered out as she got behind the desk, the two of them connecting their catheters to each other.
    “I just need to take the edge of, then I can wait till our break” Sophie said as her pee began to flow into the tube. The tenseness in her face disappearing as her body relaxed.
    “You may as well empty yourself out. Gives you more room for customers instead of having to do this again.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Yeah, Im fine.” Lola said confidently, a smile on her face as if she wasn’t feeling anything at all despite the large bulge.
    “How are you fine” Sophie replied, far more relaxed as the pee left her straining bladder.
    “Ive had practice” Lola replied, seemingly unaffected by the new intake.
    “You have had practice of people peeing into you?” Michelle asked, raising an eyebrow.
    “Well no” Lola laughed.  “But my parents were both big germaphobes, so I was only ever allowed to pee in our house. I kind of got use to it, plus its kind of a weird sense of achievement when you managed to hold longer than before.”
    “So you were brought up by Germaphobes and now you work at a restaurant, Naked?” Michelle joked.
    “Yeah, never really thought about it before. Do you think there is a connection?”
    “Well, given your parents attitudes towards piercings and tattoos I would say there is a strong chance its related” Sophie joked, indicating to the number of large tattoos covering her friends body.
    ”Like you can say anything” Lola shot back at Sophie. The blonde herself covered in large tattoos that she had thought would have stopped her getting this job to begin with. But it seemed that a lot of the customers were into the Punk look, the giant wonder woman logo tattooed on her chest getting a lot of attention from them.
    “You may have something there” Sophie smiled, her pee finally stopping as she ran dry. Despite the amount of it inside her, she had been surprised by how quick that had gone through her. Although given the pressure she was feeling in her bladder beforehand, it must have come out at some speed. Not that Lola seemed to notice.
    “What do you three think you are doing?” Came an annoyed voice. “I was just about to come and tell you Sophie that I was going to let you go on break but I guess you have already seen to that.”
    “Im sorry, I couldn’t hold it and didn’t want to make a mess.”
    “Well, your bladders were supposed to be for the customers, the customers come first after all. Lola and Sophie you should have been able to control yourself.” She said, crossing her arms. “So I guess that means the three of you don’t need a break then, I may as well let some of the others go on break.”
    “But I didn’t….” Michelle started.
    “You were already late today, so don’t bother.” Sandra interrupted. Michelle wanted to respond, but decided to bite her tongue or risk making things much worse for herself.  She could already feel her muscles starting to ache inside her, the volume of liquid inside her bladder starting to test her limits. With half a day to go she didn’t need or want to take any risks. “Now go get the other girls.”
     
    With the waitresses quickly gathered at the front desk, many boobing slightly on the spot, their legs closed tightly. “Ok, so ill make this quick so you can get back to work. I understand some of you are feeling a little uncomfortable, so im going to let some of you have your lunch break so you can relieve yourselves if you want too. But im going to have to make sure we have enough to cover any customers. Since you are clearly comfortable enough to break the rules Sophie, Lola, Michelle you will be staying here as well as Lacey and Melody.”
    “Wait, but I really need to go” Lacey protested, a hand between her legs.
    “I’m sorry we need 5 of you here. So unless anyone wants to cover for you?” Sandra asked, but the others simply looked away or at the floor. Their own needs taking precedence over being a good friend.  “But when they get back I will let you all do the same. Now just finish up your current tables and you can go.”
    A number of smiles and relieved faces filled the crowd, with the exception of the 5 being forced to stay behind. But it was just another hour, she could manage that Michelle told herself.
    “Hey lacy and Melody, I think your tables need you.” A call came over their shoulders as Ellie now dressed made her way hastily out of the building. Her jeans clearly undone due to her bladder being simply too large and sensitive for her to close them. A quiet whimper escaped Lacey as her body seemed to pulse from the bad news.
    “I’ll take them” Sophie said, making Lacey look up hopefully. But unfortunately for her, she wasn’t talking about her table but instead the group of three women that had just walked in. However, what was behind them was a little more troubling. A large group of 10 people, 8 men and two women were approaching the door, walking down the side of the building. “Don’t come in, don’t come in, don’t come in” Michelle whispered to herself, looking around and seeing Lola with another customer she knew this would be her table. Disappearing behind the large doors there was a moment where she thought that maybe they would just walk past, but then the doors open and their loud voices filled the building. “Shit” she said slightly louder than she had meant too. But there was nothing she could do, maybe if she didn’t mention it they wouldn’t try to use her as a toilet.
    Walking over she could see them laughing and joking by the wait here sign, their movements slightly off and seemingly looking around the room for something.
    “Hi guys, table for 10?” She asked.
    “Yeah that would be great Love.” The first man replied, constantly glancing at her naked breasts as he spoke.
    “Sure right this way” Michelle replied, rolling her eyes as she faced away from them.
    “Can we get 10 of your largest beers darlin’” Another of them asked as they seemed to gingerly slide into the booth.
    “Oh god, I don’t know if I can handle another one.” A black-haired woman remarked, chewing on her lip piercing slightly. Clearly nervous about something.
    “Sure, I’ll be right back with them.” Michelle added, starting to worry where this was going. If she was forced to take in these 10 people, she would be tempted to quit on the spot.
    Walking back up to the bar she noticed Lacey handing off a tube to Sophie instead of returning it. The small woman heading off to the table she had just brought in, the three women craning their necks and knees Knocking under the table as they waited. The lack of restrooms nearby was clearly affecting a lot of people today.
    “Hey, Lola can you help be take these to booth 14?” Michelle asked, placing the last pint on the two trays.
    As the pair of them made their way over they could see several of the group glancing at them and whispering to each other. What the hell are they up too Michelle worriedly pondered to herself. Placing the trays on the table she and Lola began handing them out, their eyes meeting for a moment and conveying their confusion about the behaviour of this group.
    “So um…” here it comes, Michelle knew something stupid was about to happen, probably a pick up line or something.
    “Which of you has the smallest bladder?”
    “Excuse me?” Michelle asked, confused and slightly offended by the intimate question out of nowhere.
    “You know, out of you girls. Which one pees the most?” He asked more excitedly this time, leaning closer to her.
    “I don’t think we have to tell you that” Lola said, crossing her arms against her chest.
    “I mean you guys are still offering the toilet services right” He added, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
    How the hell did he know about that? “Yes we are” Michelle replied.
    “Ok, well I would like to know who has the smallest bladder?”.
    “And like my colleague said, I don’t think we have to tell you that.” it was Michelle’s turn to cross her arms
    “Well, I think you do and I guess I would like to speak to your manager then. Unless, you would like me to make a mess on your floor.”
    “C’mon Kurt just leave it. I really need to go” The woman responded, her legs jiggling under the table.
    “No, no, I’d like to see a manager.” He said, louder and more forcefully this time.
    “I’ll go get her” Lola gave in, not wanting to get involved in a shouting match and stopping before Michelle did.  A few moments later she returned with an annoyed looking Sandra behind her.
    “What seems to be the problem here?” She asked, looking accusingly at Michelle and not the customer.
    “Your staff member is refusing to answer my question, I simply asked which of your servers has the smallest bladder and they got all defensive on me.” Kurt said, leaning back in his chair.
    “So…why didn’t you tell the customer what he wanted to know?”
    “Because its private information and seemed a little sexual in nature, which we don’t tolerate.”
    “Hey you don’t have to tell me the rules, I made them.” Sandra responded. “It would be private but today its part of the service we are offering. I told you this morning to walk away if you wanted too, its too late now.”
    “Sorry about this.” She said, turning and smiling at Kurt. “I think it would probably be Sophie, she is one of only two to have relieved themselves today.” Sandra added condescendingly.
    “Why are you telling them that?” Michelle said, shocked by the revealing of such personal information from her boss.
    “They are the customer” Sandra responded matter of factually.
    “Yeah but…”
    “Look, I have a lot of work to do so if you can just not have any more arguments with the customers and get back to work please.” Their boss finished, turning and walking back to her office, stopping to point Sophie in the tables direction. A worried look on her face and a clear bulge back in her abdomen despite having released herself fully into Lola just a little while earlier.
    “Hey, Sandra said one of you wants to pee?” She asked.
    “No love, we all do” He responded, the group grinning and enjoying the look of horror on the small woman’s face.
    “But….I….There is no way I can hold 10, I’ve already got 3 in me.” Sophie whimpered.
    “Look, im sorry I think its dangerous if you all go into her.” Michelle said, trying to protect her friend from either hurting herself or disgracing herself.
    “That’s not what your boss says” Kurt said still grinning.
    “I think they might be right, just look at her. She cant hold all these, wouldn’t it be better to spread them out anyway.” The black-haired woman asked, her legs still jiggling under the table.
    “No, I want one. Now give me the tube I need to relieve myself.” He said holding his hand out.
    Reluctantly Michelle had no other choice but to hand it over, Sophie had emptied herself into Lola not long ago, she could hold this hopefully. Maybe they wouldn’t all need to go, or at least have small bladders. But going off the shuffling that was going on around the table, that first point was clearly not true.
    Sophie was looking even more nervous now, her legs already pressed tightly together before she accepted any more pee. She shuddered as Lola connected four pipes to hers and handed them to the customers, the clearly desperate woman for some reason refusing it. Maybe at least one of their group had some sort of empathy.
    Holding the devices inside their pants the four men smiled, locking eyes with Sophie as she nervously bit her thumb nail, waiting for the inevitable discomfort that would be coming her way.
    “Ned sends his regards” Kurt sneered, a wicked smile on his face as the four of them began to pee at some speed. The light-yellow liquid gurgling and rushing its way through the four connectors until meeting in the central pipe and forming a single torrent of fluid that rushed towards Sophie's already full bladder.
    “Oooooh!” Sophie groaned loudly, the rush of pee battering against her bladder and started filling it past its capacity. Her hands fell to her thighs as she doubled over, the pressure inside her unimaginable. Looking down her bladder was ballooning out faster than she thought was even possible, her stomach expanding as the four bursting bladders gleefully filled poor Sophie. Baring down on their muscles they were forcing their pee into her at a tremendous pace, watching intently as she started to squirm in front of them. Her skin stretching tighter as they inflated her with the contents of their purposefully brimming bladders. They had spent the afternoon drinking as much as possible for this moment, the 10 of them receiving texts about this place from a pissed off Ned a few hours earlier. Since then they had met up in the car park downing bottle after bottle of water or beer for this exact reason, to pump these ungrateful women as full as possible.
    “God” Sophie breathed heavily, groaning as the four bladders connected to hers continued to push their contents into her, the bulge in her abdomen becoming large and larger by the second. Finally and almost instantly the first stream died off, then the second until had stopped. Only 20 seconds had passed, the customers red faced with the effort of squeezing out their bladders contents as swiftly as possible. The wicked grins still written across their face as Sophie staggered to the side, her hands clutching her heavily distended abdomen. Breathing heavily through her nose the effort of containing such a load was taking its toll.
    “Alright, next guys are up” Kurt said, extracting the tube from his pants and holding it up for whomever wanted it next.
    “I think she is about to blow” One of the cheered as Sophie let out a guttural moan. Her head stooped and looking at the floor. Her chest heaving as she battled painful spasms and screaming muscles that had been stretched further than she could ever remember. She had never had this much pee in her before, the mass of hot liquid pressing out of her taught skin. The pressure was immense, almost too much for her brain to handle as black spots started to appear in her eyes. Stumbling again she reached a hand out for the edge of a nearby booth, only for Michelle to grab it and help guide her to where she could lean against it.
    “Come on, some of us still have to go!” One of the people around the table shouted.
    “She has had enough” Lola said, grabbing the connector from the tube dangling between Sophie's trembling legs and attaching it to herself. “But I’ll be more than happy to handle it.”
    “Handle it, you wish” One of them retorted “I’ve been holding this all day and I’m sure it’s too much for someone as small as you.” He said grabbing a connector along with 5 of the others, the black haired woman the only one to refuse again. This time it was Lola’s turn to grunt as the five streams started,  her already substantially bloated bladder expanding even more. The giant bulge pushing further and further out of her, a hiss of air escaping between her pursed lips as spasm after spasm rocked her body. After 10 seconds her quivering bladder seemed to take on a life of its own, the volume entering It causing even the top of her abdomen to grow. The tightening skin pulling up her bulge as it continued to grow to truly monstrous proportions. The five tormentors looking on with glee as the petite girl expanded with their pee.
    Next to her Michelle was still trying to help Sophie in her own battle, pulses still racing through her body after being filled more than she had ever been in her entire life. Groaning and clutching herself it was clear she couldn’t last long like this.  
    “Hey guys I need” Lacey started, rushing up behind them.
    “Sorry, we are in the middle of something” Michelle replied, too busy watching Sophie. She had to do something, or her friend would definitely not make it another minute let alone until the other waitresses got back. Sweat was rolling down her quaking body, Sophie's eyes still closed as she did her best to control herself. “Sophie, use me. I can take a bit.” Michelle said calmly, she wasn’t sure how true that was but she had to do something.”
    “But I…” Lacey started behind them.
    “What?” Michelle asked slightly annoyed, couldn’t she see they were in trouble already.
    But as she turned around she could see Lacey herself was in trouble, a substantial bulge forcing its way out her body. Her curly dark blonde hair sticking to her clammy skin, then with a final shudder she groaned as a highly pressurised stream started to fall between her shaking legs. The clear liquid wrapping around her legs and spilling onto the floor as Lacey’s hands shot up to her face to hide her shame. “Fuckkkk” she groaned, despite the embarrassment the release was pure pleasure, customer after customer filling until she just couldn’t hold it one second more. She had been about to ask Lola to help her, just as she had done Sophie but now it was too late.
    “Drink and a show!” A couple of the customers now watching Lacey piss herself cheered, clinking their glasses together. “Another Round, we can do this all  day!” Kurt shouted, making Michelle shudder. She was sure the lot of them would like nothing more than to spend all day here filling them all up as much and as frequently as possible until none of them remained dry.
    “Dirty bitch cant control herself” He chastised Lacey, pulling a phone out and seemingly going to take a photo or video of her accident.
    Finally! Michelle thought to herself, something she could kick these guys out for. Forcibly grabbing the phone from his hand she stopped and deleted the recording, with half a mind to throw it at him.
    “Hey, that’s my phone” He shouted.
    “Yeah and we have a strict no phone policy. If we see one we usually ask people to put them away but given that you were actually recording her which is an offense, im going to have to ask you all to leave.”
    “What a joke” He said, standing angrily. “Let go guys we can find somewhere else. Enjoy our deposit” he said loudly, leaning over to say it in Sophies ear as he passed her. Swinging the door open the group started to file out, giving the girls glares of distain despite what they were clearly trying to do to them. Soon only the desperate woman was left sitting at their booth.  “Im sorry, if I move I think I might loose it” she said, a slight grimace on her face which was reddening by the second.
    “Its ok, you weren’t part of the problem. If you can hang on for a moment longer I can see if we can do something to help.” Getting a nod from her, Michele’s attention returned to Sophie, a few drops of pee rolling down her bare thighs. She was losing it, wait! Turning she looked at Lacey who had just finished emptying herself on the floor. The large puddle expanding still as it worked its way across the even floor. “Lacey, I need your help.”
    “Oh god that feels so much better, I don’t even care. What do you need?”
    “I need you to take in some of what Sophie has in her.”
    “Wait what! I’ve only just emptied myself im not sure I can handle doing it again. My muscles are too tired.”
    “Look, you don’t have to take all of it, just enough so Sophie isn’t like this. Plus, Sandra hasn’t seen this yet so if you do this for me Ill go grab something to clean up this mess before you lose your overtime.”
    Lacey looked around for a few moments, the relatively empty restaurant was quiet now the loud group had left. Just 4 other tables, she could do this. Nodding Lacey grabbed the tubing and Michelle went to grab a bucket and mop. Somehow the ruse worked and a couple of minutes later she was emptying the slightly acrid smelling water down the drain in the ladies room. Sandra hadn’t seen, so she didn’t need to know.
    Returning to the table she could see Sophie and Lacey once again struggling with the bladders, Lola having returned to the desk. “How are you feeling”.
    “A bit better, thanks Lacey. Although….I really don’t think I can hold even this much.”
    “Do you think you can take more?” Michelle asked Lacey who was rubbing her own bladder with one hand. A small bulge present again in her stomach.
    “Maybe later, but I don’t think I can at the moment. My muscles are still on fire down there, im sorry.”
    “No its ok, thank you!” Michelle replied earnestly, she had been a little harsh on her earlier but hopefully Lacey knew it was just from the panic of the situation.
    “Oh god” Sophie whimpered as she squirmed again, her bladder still easy to see in its bloated form despite what ever she had put into Lacey. “Do…Do you think Lola could help again?” she whispered to Michelle.
    “I maybe, I didn’t really see her after being filled up by those guys but I imagine she must be pretty full. But we can go ask her and maybe we can share it out between a few of us.”
    “Yeah…that would be good” Sophie concluded, doubled over she carefully walked to the desk where Lola was stood, her hands cupping her bladder.
    “Um…Excuse me?” The black-haired woman at the table asked, her hands now firmly between her legs.
    “Sorry, can you wait like 2 more minutes and someone will be right with you” Michelle asked, aware how she must be feeling.
    “Um…I’ll try.”
    Passing the slow moving Sophie, Michelle went ahead to ask Lola about being used again, but as she rounded the corner of the desk something caught her eye.
    “Holy fuck” She almost shouted.
    Lola’s short stature had hidden the true extent of her bladder behind the tall desk, but now coming around it was impossible not to see it. The tiny woman looked more than 9 months pregnant, her bladder pushing inches out of her and more than doubling her waistline. It was a good job they were naked, otherwise there was no way her clothes would have fit around her monstrously bloated bladder.
    “Yeah it’s a lot, its definitely more than I’ve ever held before” Lola said, a look of pain overcoming her for a moment as something indie her spasmed.
    “How are you not exploding right now”
    “Well, I cant lie its getting hard now. But its always good to test your limits” She said, a forced and pained smile on her face.
    “Holy fuck” Came a cry from Sophie who had just caught up with them and was now seeing the same rotund mass perilously pushing out of Lola. “How is it even possible for one person to hold that much?”
    “I guess, bladders can stretch a lot. People just don’t push themselves as much as I have to know where the limits are.” Lola said calmly.
    “Well its bloody impressive…Do…Do you think I could do that one day?” Sophie asked, getting a strange look from Michelle and Lola.
    “What do you mean?” Lola asked, confused.
    “Like, get better at holding. Im sick of being the one to always having to rush off to pee. It would be nice ”
    “Sure I guess…just don’t hurt yourself.” Lola said, the others aware of the irony given just how much Lola was currently holding. There was no way that was normal.
     
    The other part of it was something Sophie didn’t want to admit. On the walk over she had felt something inside her, the weight of her bladder pressing on something, a part of her that was causing pleasure to radiate around her body with every step. She had never felt anything like it before, It was strangely addictive in a way. Shuffling again she felt her bladder pulse with pain and then with pleasure, causing her purse her lips.
    “Are you ok Sophie” Michelle asked
    “I…oh yeah im good, I want to try and hold it.” Sophie stammered, blushing madly and feeling embarrassed about almost being caught enjoying this.
    Noticing a hand waving from across the room Michelle swore in her head, she had forgotten about that woman again. Could she handle another bladder, if she did she was sure that never mind Sophie but she herself would be near breaking point. Her bloated bladder was already causing the occasional spasm and peak of discomfort, but looking around she couldn’t help but realise she was probably in the best position of any of them. Grabbing the tube she walked over, the womans face becoming more relaxed after spotting the equipment in her hand.
    “Sorry about that, your friends did a number on a couple of my friends.” Michelle admitted.
    “Yeah I can see that, im really sorry” she replied, jiggling furiously on the spot.
    “Not your fault, but I can let you pee if you want too?”
    “Into you?” She asked, clearly concerned about something.
    “If that’s ok?” Michelle added, wondering what the look was for.
    “Its just, you look pretty full and I mean, ive got a pretty big bladder”
    “But you seem to…”
    Yeah I know I look desperate, those guys I was with also know I have a big bladder. They kept forcing me to drink more and more, I think I must have had more than a gallon of water by the time we arrived, plus a few beers. So Im really dying, but I don’t want to cause any more issues for you guys.”
    “No its ok, its our job and I appreciate you trying.”
    “If you are sure, is there no one more empty than you?” The woman asked, the complete opposite of the purpose her group had come here with.
    “I don’t know…” But Michelle was interrupted by the front door opening again. “Oh thank god” she said, recognising Trudy returning from her lunch break.
    “Trudy!” she shouted, waving her over.
    “I need you to take this customer”
    “Bit I’ve only just got back Michelle.” She pleaded.
    “I’ll take that sift you wanted to swap next week”
    “Ok fine” Trudy said, taking off her clothes in the middle of the room and making a bit of a scene. Thankfully there were just 2 other tables, Melody having finished up with another of hers.
    Helping connect the tubes and handing one to the squirming woman Michelle watched a powerful burst flow into the tube. She hadn’t been lying about needing to go. A look of relief washing over her face.
    “Oooohh, I forgot how this felt.” Trudy complained. The flow continuing 30 seconds later as Michelle witnessed her friend’s bladder starting to really bloat out of her.
    “Holy fuck how much have you got in you” Trudy grunted, only getting a slight whimper from the woman in response. 5 more seconds, then 10, 15 seconds passed as the flow continued. “How can one woman hold so much!” Trudy all but shouted as her bladder continued to swell inside her. Another 10 seconds and she couldn’t handle the insurmountable pressure building inside her. Pain and muscles spams rocketing through her, being filled so quickly was destroying her ability to control it.
    “Oh god im going to burst, you have to stop.” Trudy cried
    “Im sorry im trying!” The customer said, grunting.
    “Try harder!”
    “I’ve been holding it in all day and I’ve had so much to drink” The woman pleaded. But finally, after another few seconds the stream stopped.
    “Holy fuck, Holy fuck, Holy fuck” Trudy stammered, her eyes wide and both hands between her legs. “what the fuck was that, im worse off than when I went on break!” She winced, a powerful wave squeezing her bladder.
    “Im sorry” The woman said, her hands still between her crotch and gurning slightly. “I’ve got to go”, she said, standing up out the door. Running along the windows she suddenly stopped just a few feet from the building. Her legs crossing and bending over, she was clearly still battling her own bladder. Then after a few moments they watched as her black jeans started darkening even more, light reflecting from streams of pee that were soaking through the heavy fabric. A puddle rapidly spreading from her on the pavement as she continued to piss herself. The quantity of drinks she was forced to drink, combined with only a partial pee, weakening her control too much.
    “I cant hold this” Trudy whimpered, dancing on the spot. “I’ve got to go again.” She continued, grabbing her dress and throwing it back on before rushing out of the door and past the still peeing customer. Michelle didn’t know what her plan was, where could she possibly be going. But picking up her friend’s things including Trudy’s underwear, she bundled them up and went to hide them behind the desk. Sandra hadn’t seen her yet so she might get away with her thinking it was still her lunch break. She definitely owed her that much, there was no way she could have taken that woman’s bladder. Especially if only a partial pee had that much impact on a completely empty one.
     
    “I swear if those guys don’t get back soon im going to piss myself like Lacey” Melody said, the group now together behind the main desk. For the first time that day the whole place was empty, the last table thankfully for Sophie not asking to use the facilities before leaving.
    Looking over at the slightly wider set woman, Michelle could see the large bulge pressing out of Melody. Her bladder like Michelle’s own filled by multiple customers and denied any relief. Now only them and the ever-expanding Lola were left having had no relief all day. Their friends losing control or in Sophies case using Lola.
    “You can use me if you want too?” Lola offered to Melody, despite the fact she was now clearly sweating and breathing heavily. The weight of her bladder wreaking havoc with her body, yet still she offered to hold more for these guys.
    “What no! The amount I have in me would be too much for even you at this point. I can hold it.” The purple haired waitress said confidently. Although she wasn’t too sure, her body similarly reacting to the intense need to pee she felt. The effort causing sweat to build on her brow, the purple dye in her hair coming off and turning the roots of her hair a light shade of pink.
    Thankfully they didn’t have to wait long as just after half past 3 the other waitresses started to walk back in. Their lunch time over and looking far more relieved, they strolled back in to see the remaining 5 bobbing and dancing in desperation. All marvelling at the size of Lola as she still somehow contained the vast ocean of pee from more than a dozen people.
    “Thank god they are back, I was like 5 minutes from weeing myself” Melody said again, the relief easy to hear in her voice.
    “Should we go ask Sandra?” Sophie said, her own need quite substantial at this point.
    “Ask Sandra what?” Came the voice of their boss, despite wearing shoes they swore she somehow moved around silently.
    “The place is empty and I…We, would really use a break.” Said Michelle, the others nodding in agreement.
    “Well I suppose since the place is empty I cant see any reason why no…”
    The sentence was interrupted as the front door swung open, loudly hitting the door stop.
    “I need a bathroom” A woman yelled, a hand in her crotch. But that wasn’t what got the attention of the waitresses. Outside a storm of red and white striped shirts was swirling around the building, the game in the stadium ending and sending hundreds of fans their way.
    “No, No, No, No!” Melody shouted, seeing where this was going.
    As they watched a line formed, quickly stretching out of the door and around the side of the building. Pee dances filled the streets as people waited, not to use the restaurant for what it was designed for but just to pee into them. Apparently there had been no restrooms at the match, now two hours later the supporters were bursting and looking for a way to release themselves of the burden of their bladders.
    “We cant take this many, its insane!” Melody stated, turning to look at Sandra.
    “If you want your pay you better take them, as long as they buy something.” Their boss said, walking towards the line.
    “You cant be serious, there must be like 100 of them.” Michelle said following her closely.
    “Better get started then. Look, the sooner you deal with them the sooner you can go on break”
    “Only paying customers” Sandra said loudly to those waiting.
    “Oh god, ill buy whatever you want. Please just help me” The brunette at the front pleaded with Michelle.
    “Im holding 6 already, plus my own. I cant take this!” Melody said loudly as Sandra walked away.
    “I…Ok come with me” Michelle gave in, the pleading and desperate eyes of the woman winning her over.
    “You….oh my god.” Melody whimpered, giving in to the fact that this was happening, despite her already bulging bladder she would just have to suck it up and take more. “OK, you” she said pointing at a random guy second in the line. “You buying something?” Getting a nod she sighed heavily. “Fine, come this way.”
    Sitting her customer in the booth Michelle prepared herself, the wild fidgeting of the customer doing nothing for her need. “What can I get you?” she asked. “I, I just need to pee” The woman stammered back. “Im afraid we are only offering it to paying customers, once you order something, I can help you.” Michelle replied calmly, she hated the fact that it had crossed her mind but the longer she took with each customer the less she would have to deal with. But given there were now 8 empty bladders to use, she figured it was only fair.
    “I’ll have a coffee then”
    “Ok great. Now take this” she said handing the woman the end of the catheter. “Put that under yourself and then feel free to let go.” Hastily the woman quickly undid her jeans, her light blue panties already displaying a small wet spot from where she had started to leak. Moving her panties to the side rather than pulling them down a river or pee raced out of her, the customer moaning in relief. Michelle’s face straining as she felt another bladders contents being forced into her own. The skin around her mid-section feeling tighter and ripples of what felt like static shocks starting to race across her taught skin.
    “Ooooh” she breathed out heavily.
    “Im sorry, I thought there would be toilets at the stadium but they were closed. I’ve been  waiting hours, I would have tried to get back home but its like an hour on the bus and I just know I wouldn’t have made it.”
    “Its alright” Michelle said, forcing a smile on her face.
    Soon the building was filled with the moans and groans of the waitresses, many of them hooked up to multiple desperate customers from a line that seemed endless. The sports fans spilling into their establishment and pushing their bladders contents into the tortured women working here. One customer soon became two and then three for Michelle as she felt her body trembling under her demands. The size of her bladder increasing dramatically with each customer that continued to flood into the place.
    A guttural scream filled the room, “I cant take it” Melody shouted, her whole body shuddering as it seemed to be coming apart at the seams. Her giant bladder currently being filled ruthlessly by 5 men at the same time. Their strong streams flowing down the tubs at some pace into the writhing and grunting purple haired woman. Her face covered in a pained expression as her hands held onto her expanding bladder, trying to hold it together. But it was no use, with a final pained scream it was just too much for her. “I Caaaan’t Hold it” she yelled, a hand reaching down and pulling out the Catheter just as the five guys finished filling her. Almost instantly she exploded, her pent-up piss flying in all directions as her massive bladder emptied itself. The strongest stream of pee any of them had ever seen erupting out of her tortured body, a dozen bladders worth of contents streaming out of her. The relief making her go light headed as she sank onto the cold floor, her legs wide open and the stream arching out of her and racing its way across the floor. A giant puddle starting to form around the sitting woman, apparently to far gone to care about what was happening. She had been pushed far beyond her limit and had reached a physical barrier that she just couldn’t overcome. The litres and hours’ worth of pee spilling out of her at speed. Even after 30 seconds the bulge in her abdomen refused to disappear, however the sight was too much for a number of those in the line. Three women and a man losing control of their bladders. Dark streaks forming on their trousers as they desperately lost the fight for their dignity. Their puddles of pee rapidly spilling out of their trouser legs and flowing over their shoes and onto the floor to join Melody’s.
    The two men next in line for Melody openly holding themselves, before spotting and joining the Que that had formed next to Lola. Lola was now hooked up by the entrance, sitting with her legs wide open to accommodate the truly gargantuan bladder bulge that was pressing her hips apart. Customers lined up one after another as they peed into the inflated woman, taking their relief and then handing the tube to the next waiting person. Lola’s face and chest were as red as possible, her whole body covered in a layer of sweat as beads of it collected and rolled down her now giant frame. One by one the customers came, ruthlessly pushing more and more piss into her tortured body as she writhed and groaned. She could stop it at any moment, but instead she let them continue to pump her bigger and bigger. Her bladder surpassing that of a 9 month pregnancy for someone her size, her small frame further exaggerating the truly monstrous size of it. Groaning and whimpering her hands held onto the massive organ that was almost hanging off her, Lola s face constantly grimacing as the pain overwhelmed her. Yet still more desperate customers came, grabbing a tube and peeing into her. But the sight of her distended body too much for many of the customers, not wanting to harm her and instead going to another of them or even starting to pee outside. A number of women near the rear of the line losing control and squatting in the street, a river of pee making its way into the nearby drain.
    Lola’s grunts and moans could be heard through out the building as yet more people filled her up, it was relentless. But there was nothing Michelle or the others could do, their time taken up by their own bladders being filled by lines of customers. Even Melody and Lacey who had wet themselves once already were being hooked up again, the formers large puddle still sitting on the floor. Many of the waitresses looked on the verge of control, multiple customers being hooked up to each and every one of the staff.  Grunts and cries of desperation or pain still echoing around the room from the still desperate customers and waitresses alike.
    After 10 minutes of this torturous cycle even those that had emptied themselves out at lunch were struggling. Their bladders being maxed out again almost instantly after arriving back at work. But they all knew they would surely have burst if they had not had at least some release. The fact that Lola and Michelle were still holding was a wonder to them.
    Michelle for her part was nearing the edge of her control, her own bladder now much larger than she could ever remember it being in her life. Those static like shocks she had felt earlier now turning into pulses and forks of brilliant white pain. Shooting around her body from her bladder that was stretched so tight she was starting to think If she touched anything sharp she was going to pop like a water balloon. Looking down she tried to rest a hand on it as the fifth customer finished up using her, but even the slight contact made it contract and pulse wildly. Biting her lip hard she managed to keep her groan quiet instead of yelling out like she really wanted too. This was madness she reminded herself, all this for just some more money. Was it really worth it? But looking over at the giant and panting Lola, it wasn’t just for money any more, it was to help her and the rest of the staff.
    But thankfully and mercifully as she looked up it seemed that as quickly as the line had formed, it was almost gone. The last few customers hooked up to the waitresses, two more peeing into the groaning Lola while she could see others still peeing against the outside of the building. Then the stillness that was present earlier returned, the whirlwind of fans destroying the place and the waitresses.
    “How the fuck are you not exploding right now?” Michelle asked the panting Lola, her face contorted with pain and twitching madly.
    “I….if I move im going to lose it” she whimpered.
    “I can hold a lot…but this is too, its too much.” She said, panic starting to creep in.
    “Hold on Lola, Ill go see if any one can take some. You’ve taken in so much for us it’s the least we can do. Just hold on!” Michelle said, leaving the sweating, writhing and whimpering mess of her friend still reclined and stuck in her booth. She knew that if Lola was admitting it, it had to be true.
    “Girls, I think Lola is really suffering. Do any of you think you can take a bit, just to take the edge off?”
    “Im pretty full, but maybe a little?” Lacey said.
    “I don’t think I can, im just too full already. That was like 7 guys each” Another said, the others nodding in agreement. Bulges coming out of each and every one of them as the desperately danced or stood with their legs firmly crossed. “I’ll take some, it’s the least I can do” Came a surprising candidate. Sophie who was still sporting her own bladder bulge stood up, looking far more confident in her abilities. “Fuck it, ill take a little too. She did take a lot for us.” Melody said, walking over and putting an arm around Sophie. With that a couple of others were in, if Sophie could handle it then they could too!
    Walking over to Lola who now had her hands pressing deeply in her crotch, her legs unable to close due to the sheer size of her distended bladder which was taking up the space between the tops of her thighs. “Hold on Lola, a few of us are going to help.” Michelle said as they one by one hooked themselves up to a new tube. The eight desperate women knew this was the right thing to do, but it was going to make it so much harder for them to hold for themselves.
    “Ok, you can let go now” Sophie said, the last to be hooked up.
    “But only a bit, I cant take much more” Lacey and Melody said in agreement.
    “I can hol…hol…hold it” Lola stammered, her body being shaken to its core by the powerful pulses from her over taxed bladder.
    “Don’t hurt yourself, you told me the same earlier and Its because of me you are in this position, let us help”. Sophie said, noticing a tear falling from Lola’s eye as the pain became too much. A moment later a dribble of pee entered the tube, not enough to even make it to the others. But gradually as if she was prying the door to her bladders open it picked up speed and after a few seconds a solid stream started to flow into the tube. The eight women attached to her groaning as their already full bladders took the brunt of Lola’s erupting tank.
    “Ok, ok, ok” Please. That’s all I can take” Lacey begged just a few seconds later, her hands gripping onto the side of the nearby table.
    “Im stopping, im stopping” Lola said, but the river continued.
    “Im too full” Melody groaned, her own tired muscles complaining loudly having lost control minutes before.
    But after just 15 seconds the stream in the tube stopped, Lola somehow regaining control over her titanic bladder. From the outside it seemed that the pee had barely made a dent, her bulge barely reducing if at all. Despite that it seemed to have really helped Lola. She was still breathing heavily, her face and chest red with exertion, but her posture and expression looked far more relaxed now. The opposite of Sophie, whose eyes were wide a she stood unmoving. Breathing heavily through her nose Michelle was worried she was about to loose it too. But somehow, she held on.
     
    “What is going on here?” Sandra asked, appearing out of nowhere once again.
    “We need to go on break, now” Michelle replied, all to aware that the minor relief Lola was feeling would be gone in minutes. The forks of pain in her own bladder transforming into a solid stabbing sensation, causing her to wince.
    “Well, its only an hour till we close. Seems a bit pointless to let you go now” Her boss said callously. Her apparent disregard for Lola and her’s feelings boiling her blood. Half Michelle’s mind wanted to pin Sandra down and connect her up and let the entire staff empty themselves into their boss who clearly didn’t care about them. She would enjoy watching as the 11 of them filled her up with the dozens of customers worth of piss still coursing through their bladders.
    “We are going. We are legally owed a lunch break, which we will be taking now.” Michelle said, not taking a no for an answer. Aware of the fact the deep pulses from her bladder getting worse by the moment. She couldn’t imagine what Lola was going through or for that matter what Sophie was going through, the ordinarily pee prone blonde holding far more than she would have thought she would have been able too.
    “Well, I guess you have been here all day.” Sandra conceded.
    “Oh thank god” Melody breathed out, her own bladder just as full as it was before the rush of fans despite losing control.
    “Can you grab these guys things?” Michelle asked Melody, aware that the less the three of them had to move the better. Herself, Sophie and Lola teetering on the edges of control, their bodys trembling and fighting them to ,make them release their bladders.
    “Yeah sure” Melody said, racing off to the staff room as fast as her full bladder would let her. Returning a few moments later she had a slightly worried look on her face. “I think we might have a problem” ,she said holding up the skin tight leggings Lola had worn to work that day, there was no way they would fit her massively bloated body now.
    “I picked the wrong day to wear those” Lola half joked.
    “What are we going to do?” Melody asked, bobbing on the spot as Lola’s leggings flapped in her hand.
    A dinging noise alerted the group, the front door opening once again as a pair of gruff men walked in.
    “Hi, sorry to bother you, could we use a bathroom please. You’re the only place still open.” One of them said.
    Lola’s eyes went wide, she had just filled everyone to capacity, her friends had put their bodies on the line for her. Now there were two more customers, two more bladders to empty. Her breathing became shallow, she was the only one who could do this, the others didn’t have the strength.
    “Yeah sure” She said standing on shaky legs, getting a worried expression from the two men as they watched the bloated woman stumble towards them.
    “Are you ok?” he asked
    “I yeah im fine” Lola said, handing him a catheter.
    “Uhhhh…” He said looking confused at it.
    “The water main is out, if you want to…relieve…. yourselves, you can go into me.” Lola shuddered, the momentary rest bite from the others taking her load already gone.
    “What!” he said dropping the tube. “Sorry, no I mean, the main is fixed. We have been out there all day but the water should have come back on like an hour ago?” He asked as much as said.
    Now Lola’s eyes were wide for a different reason, relief was at hand if these men were to believed.
    “Wait, we can pee!” Melody shouted, the other waitresses looking excitedly at each other.
    “I…uh yeah, so can I use your toilet or…?” He asked, still looking bemused at the room full of naked, bursting women who had seemingly spent the day letting their customers pee into them.
    “Yeah sure its over there” Lola said pointing towards the men's room. The two engineers walking towards and pushing the door open. As soon as it swung closed a mad dash started, the quiet clunk of the wood like a starting pistol as the dozen women darted for the ladies room. They knew it only had two stalls, it would be a race to see who got their first, unfortunately for Michelle Lola and Sophie, they had found themselves the wrong side of the group. They had been about to go out the door, not to the toilets they had thought were still out of order.
    “Wait!” A loud voice shouted as the first hands reached the door.
    Walking out of her office came Sandra. “Lola, Michelle, you should go. You are both the only ones who have managed to last all day without disgracing themselves or using someone else. I think its only fair you both go first and then I guess Sophie and Lacey had better be next.”
    Looking at each other in disbelief, Lola and Michelle couldn’t believe it. Their boss had actually just done something nice for them. Without wanting to wait for her to change her mind the pair rushed as fast as their bulging bladders would allow them. Sophie helping Lola along the way as the other waitresses stood to the side, letting them past while they danced in line.
    Opening the door the pair all but fell into the stalls, the doors closing with Sophie waiting outside having helped Lola in. As soon as they sat their aching and abused bodies took over. Powerful streams erupting out of both of them, their speed and ferocity enough to make Michelle worried she was about to break through the ceramic bowl. But after a few seconds all worry’s ebbed away, her distended and giant bladder relaxing as spasms still raced through her tortured body. The pair of them groaning loudly in the absolute pleasure of finally peeing after so long and so much holding. Their groans and moans of pleasure reverberating through their stall and loud enough to enter the main room where the waiting women’s desperate dances only increased in ferocity as a response.
    Their twin streams continued for some time, but after more than two minutes of pure bliss Michelle was empty. Her aching muscles trembling and burning with a tired energy as if she had been working out. Pins and needs seemingly flowing across her now empty bladder in a sensation she had never felt before. Looking under the cubicle door she could see Sophie's bare feet dancing up and down as she paced around outside the cubicles. Michelle tried to stand but found no strength in her legs, taking a deep breath she pulled herself off the seat. Opening the door she let Sophie push through, sitting on the toilet and letting her own stream out as a new set of moans filled the room.
    Sophie hated to admit it, but it felt so good to pee! She had never really wanted to push herself to hold more, but after watching everyone hold today and realising that she could hold much more than she thought possible, she was resolute that she would hold more in the future. After just over a minute she too ran dry, all the while Lola had continued to empty out, her heavy and ragged breathing filling the room as she panted.
    “Oh fuck” Lola said out loud as the sound of splashing water filled the room.
    “Did you break the toilet?” Sophie asked, flushing her toilet and standing up.
    “No….I think I filled it.”
     
    The end.
     
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    I hope you guys enjoyed this story and I did the premise Justice.
    All feedback is always welcome!
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    Markj9494 reacted to Gothes in The Babysitter - an illustrated story   
    And the story continues...
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    “Now what?”, she thought. 11 o’ clock was still less than two hours away, if Ian wasn’t going to come out before that time then Sandy had to find another way to get rid of her liquids. But how? There wasn’t a second bathroom in the house. The kitchen sink? Maybe a bit to risky - and also disrespectful, as was pissing in a cup or something alike.

    The garden could’ve been an idea, maybe after she brought Olive to bed, but was it a risk worth taking? And also, Olive was far from being sleepy, God knows for how long she was still going to stay awake. The kids were allowed to go to bed whenever they wanted on Saturdays and usually they would fully take advantage of that. So many options and so many reasons not to do it. Had it been Sandy’s house she would’ve used the sink immediately, or pretty much everything else that could have worked as an emergency toilet. The situation wasn’t easy and all she could do now was hold on and wish for a happy ending.
    “What do we do now?”, she asked Olive hoping to find some distraction. The girl gave this question some thought. Sandy was still leaned over the table squirming.
    “Do you have games on your phone?”, she then asked excited.
    Sandy replied with a slight tremble in her voice: “You want to play a game?”
    The child nodded. Sandy knew that deep down Liza wasn’t a fan of her kids being on the phone but in that moment she was so focused on trying to control her desperate need that she had no idea what else to do with the girl. The babysitter opened up an old game she hadn’t used in ages and then gave the phone to Olive who quickly figured out how to play it. Now that she had a bit more time to focus on herself, Sandy began to search for a concrete solution on how and where to find relief without getting in trouble. Before doing that though she once again attempted a talk with Ian.
    “How are you doing, Ian?”
    “I’m angry at you.”
    “I know, and I’m so so sorry that I broke your truck.” Meanwhile Sandy also took advantage of finally being alone to hold her crotch, cross her legs and just squirm around freely without being watched. Talking to the boy however was still her main focus.

    “Do you accept my apologies?”
    “No!”
    There was no chance for her to change his mind … but maybe if she told him about her bladder problems he might’ve rearanged his priorities. And so she confessed: “Ian, please. I need to pee, could you let me in? I really need to use the toilet.”
    “Then wet yourself!”, the boy screamed angrily. Sandy was scandalized by this sentence. Having a child being so rude was unacceptable. She slammed her hand on the door and yelled: “Ian, let me in!!”
    The build up frustration caused by her aching bladder only helped to make this order more powerful. Ian however didn’t show any mercy to his babysitter.
    “NO!”, he then screamed, even louder than Sandy.
    The young woman wanted to continue the heated discussion but she had to save her energies. A long hold was ahead of her. Now that Ian knew about Sandy’s struggles he would’ve done anything in his power to not let the girl in just to mess with her. Olive of course heard the disagreement both just had and immediately asked her babysitter as she walked back to the kitchen if she really did need to pee.
    Sandy nodded, to which Olive said: “But you told mom you don’t need to go.”
    “It was a lie, Olive. I was to embarassed to tell your mom.”
    “Do you need to go bad?”
    Sandy shrugged and said: “Yes. But I will hold it until your mom comes back and then I will drive home and use my toilet!”
    Oh, what a nice thought that was: letting it all out in the own toilet. So nice that she got weak for a moment and a little spurt moistened her comfy grey shorts. Scared she immediately used a hand to stop the potential mishap from happening.


    Olive witnessed all of it and as she saw the tiny wet patch between her legs she said: “You peed yourself!”
    “Just a little”, the young woman panicked “it’s just a tiny stain. Nothing to worry about - I was just distracted for a moment.”
    “You should go pee”, Olive replied. Sandy then tried to explain that this was much easier said than done. Ian was the only real solution to this problem.
    “IAAAN! LET SANDY GO PEEE!!!” The child suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs out of the kitchen. Ian’s response was the usual one. For Sandy, the boy was now only a waste of time. Instead she put her hand (the dry one) on Olives shoulder and sighing told her: “Come on, forget your brother! Let’s go do something else!”
    Sandy needed a distraction of some kind, even though she knew that her urge was to dominant now to be able to focus on anything else.
    Little Olive had the good idea to spend the next minutes or even hours with drawing pictures. Empty pages and loads of colored pencils were covering the table as both girls were doodling away. It helped. The babysitter’s struggles were getting lost behind the nervous scribbles she was drawing onto the pages. Still, her legs were crossing and uncrossing constantly and some groans of pain were audible from time to time. Olive very sweetly kept asking if Sandy was doing ok, she seemed to be a little worried about her.
    “I’m fine”, was the answer the babysitter kept giving her. She obviously was far from being “fine” but the child wasn’t supposed to deal with such problems while happily drawing her stickfigures.
    The eyes of the young woman were moving towards the big glass walls in front of her the entire time. She looked out to the garden and thought: “So much space for me to pee!”

    She began to seriously take that in consideration. Quickly step out, pee and then come back in record time. But what about Olive? If Sandy told her to keep it a secret was she going to be trustworthy enough to not tell her mom afterwards? And how would have Liza reacted if she found out a girl she barely knew peed in her nice little garden?
    It would all have been a risky undertake and she was to scared to put it into practice. So she continued to suffer in silence, hoping that 11 pm will soon come. And then drive home for fifteen minutes with a full bladder? Was that even possible?

     
    To be continued ...
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    Markj9494 reacted to Gothes in The Babysitter - an illustrated story   
    Hi there!
    I once again took some time to write and draw a new story for you all. The artstyle is a bit different from my previous stories because I wanted to try something new. I'm not particularly happy with how it looks, so if any of you have tips on how I could improve the art I'd apreciate it a lot.
    For now enjoy the first part of the story and let me know what you think 🙂
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    “Bye Mommy!”, chanted Ian (7) and Olive (4) as their mother, Elisabeth, or Liza as everyone called her, left the house dressed in a fancy red dress to spend the night out with friends. Liza blew them a goodbye kiss and wished Sandy, the children’s babysitter good luck for the night.

    “Don’t be afraid to call me if there’s a problem, ok?”, she told the the young woman. Sandy nodded and with a smile the mother left the house.

    Sandy was a little nervous since it was only the second time watching over Ian and Olive. She still needed time to get to know the kids, and vice versa. There was some awkward interactions at first between the three but as soon as the kids began to feel a little more comfortable around Sandy things started to get easier. Olive and Ian were definetly more open and talkative than a month before, when they first glanced at Sandy’s bright blue eyes.
    She was a sweet girl, diligent, always praised for her kindness by the children’s parents and much loved by the children themselves. Babysitting was something Sandy picked up during the summer holidays after her second year of high school, from which she finally graduated four months ago. Now her plan was to keep doing this as a part time job for as long as she figured out what to do with her future.
    “I’d like to become a journalist”, she told Ian while they were at the table drinking a glass of milk together. Of course she then had to explain them what journalists were and what they were doing. No sign of enthusiasm was to be found in the children’s faces during her description. Ian and Olive were still in the “I’d like to become a pilot when I grow up”-phase.
    Right before the clock struck 8pm the fun moved from the table to the floor. Sandy promised the siblings to play games with them so that she could keep another promise she made to Liza which was to not make them watch TV at night. So there they were, sitting on the big white living room carpet playing with legos. They had a huge plastic box filled with various bricks and pieces of any shape and size. Inside of it Ian carefully took out something that looked like a work in progress.
    “What is this going to be?”, asked Sandy always curious.
    “It’s a truck. I’ve been building it for four days now and I want to finish it soon!” The babysitter could tell how passionate the boy was about his up and coming creation, he immediately continued building the toy vehicle as if he already had the finished piece in his head. Olive on the other hand had no ongoing projects up her sleeve, she just looked at Sandy and asked: “Would you help me build a church?”
    “Of course!”, Sandy replied and both started working. The girls however didn’t come far as production had to stop because Olive needed to go to the toilet.
    “I could need bathroom break aswell”, Sandy thought, but there was no hurry. She would go as soon as her and Olive’s little architectural masterpiece would reach its completion. In the meantime her eyes glanced over Ian piecing his construction together with care.
    “This looks very nice!”, she said. The boy smiled.
    “Sandyyy!”, Olive’s voice entered the living room from the outside “can you come help me botton up my pants?”
    Sandy stood up and went to check on the girl. The bathroom was one of those fancy ones, nice and big, bright and clean. Peeing there was more of an experience rather than just as simple in and out trip, and speaking of which, since Sandy now found herself there she had the chance to use the bowl and quickly get rid of the rising bladder pressure that was pressing against her belly. Olive however seemed to have other plans. As the buttoning up job was done she grabbed the young woman by the hand and dragged her back into the living room. Not giving Sandy any time to truly consider emptying her bladder first.
    “Alright, later then”, she sighed silently. By now the floor had transformed into a minefield of lego bricks. Carefully the girls tried to avoid each of them, but as it often happens, a swift moment of brief distraction caused Sandy’s foot to step on one of the pieces, a rather pointy one aswell.
    “Ouch!”, she yelled. Surprised by this unpleasant sting she lifted her foot but lost balance while doing so. Sandy’s weight pulled her backwards and during her attempt to regain stability she unavoidedly tripped over Ian’s precious almost-truck and pretty much destroyed it completely.
    The boy let out a cry of despair!
    “Oh no, Ian, I’m so sorry!”
    The embarassment of her clumsy action made Sandy’s cheeks turn red and in shock she looked at the destruction she had just created.
    “Why don’t you look where you’re going?!” Ian was getting angrier and tears of disappointment were begining to make his eyes sparkle under the warm ceiling lights.
    “I’m sorry, Ian. I slipped!”

    “I hate you!” In rage the boy stormed out of the room and proceeded to go lock himself into the bathroom. Sandy ran after him and tried to calm him down while talking to the boy through the closed door.
    “Ian, please come out. I’l help you build a new one - an even better one!”
    “I don’t want you to help me!”, he whined.
    “Can you at least come out and then we talk about it?”
    “NO!”
    He was furious, therefore Sandy decided to leave him alone for now to calm his mood. Plagued by feelings of guilt she let herself fall onto the sofa and waited.
    “He does this all the time”, said Olive “When he’s angry he locks himself in the bathroom and doesn’t come out.”
    “How long does he stay there?”
    “Sometimes very long, when he’s very angry!”

    Sandy sighed and just like that she began to regret not using the toilet when there was still a chance to.
    “This is going to be fun”, the babysitter thought sarcastically as her growing need was slowly becoming uncomfortable.
    “Do you want to continue building the church?”, Olive asked politely. Sandy nodded and sat back down on the floor. Both girls quickly dove into their work and forgot about time and eventually about Ian aswell.
     
     
    As the little lego structure with it’s walls and towers was done it was time for Sandy and Olive to snap back into reality. Almost an hour had passed since the unfortunate accident and Ian didn’t show any signs of wanting to get out, in fact he didn’t show any signs at all. Sandy stood up to go talk to him once more … and to be sure he was still alive. Standing on both legs again made the weight of her bladder suddenly fall on her crotch.
    “Oh my…”, she complained. Olive heard this and curiously asked: “What?”
    Sandy answered: “Nothing, just my knees - they hurt a little.”

    At the end of this sentence she walked over to the bathroom and knocked at the door: “Ian?”
    “Go away!" The boy was still upset.
    “Don’t you want to at least come out? We could watch TV.” She was trying her best to convince him out of the room as quickly as possible but the child was stubborn. On the other side of the door Sandy began to press her thighs together. Pretending everything was fine she went back to Olive who now seemed to be bored with the legos.
    “Come on, Olive, let’s clean this mess up.”
    The girl obeyed and both began to put the bricks back into the box. The constant movement wasn’t helping Sandy’s pee problem. She caught herself wiggling her butt back and forth multiple times but as long as Olive didn’t notice it was all good. She was to embarassed to confess her problem to either of the siblings.
    After all was nice and clean Sandy tried once again to bring the boy out of the bathroom but as expected the door remained locked. Frustration was taking over the babysitter’s mood making her pick up the phone to call Liza.
    “Are you calling mom?” Olive asked curious. Sandy nodded as a malicious smile appeared on the little girl’s face, always a nice feeling knowing your sibling’s about to get in trouble.
    The phonecall took place in the kitchen. Sandy was standing with her torso leaned over the table supported by both elbows. Her legs were crossed while Olive, who sat across from her, was patiently waiting for her mother to pick up the phone - and she did.
    “Hi Liza, sorry to bother you!”
    “No worries, Sandy. Is everything ok?”
    Sandy began to explain the situation, feeling ashamed of her actions. Liza however took it well and just said: “It’s OK, dear, don’t dwell on it to much, it happens. And also don’t worry about Ian. He does this once or twice a month, he will come out eventually. Just relax and be patient.”

    “Oh … ok, I - I will be patient then”, the babysitter replied followed by a nervous giggle.
    “You don’t need to use the bathroom do you?”, Liza suddenly asked. Scared by this question, Sandy immediately denied it as her bladder muscles were pressing harder.
    “Not even, Olive?” The girl who heard her mom’s voice mumbling over the phone shook her head and Sandy verbally repeated the answer to Liza.
    “Well, then there’s nothing to worry about. I’ll be home around 11, I’ll see you there!”
    The phonecall came to an end shortly after without recieving a solution Sandy was desperately hoping for.
     
    To be continued ...
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    Markj9494 reacted to BartleyZumboza in Tales from a Country Where Women Don't Pee   
    Howdy everyone! Some of my favorite stories on this site are the ones set in some kind of dystopian hellhole where there are laws prohibiting or restricting female urination - it's an exciting fantasy to think about, albeit a horrific human rights violation if applied in real life. This got me thinking, though, what about a society where there aren't necessarily these dystopian laws restricting restroom access, but holding is just kind of a peculiar custom that's been part of a culture for as long as anyone can remember? What if the people there don't really feel the need to pass any laws on the subject because that's just the way they've always done things? I wrote this little summary of a bizarre country with bizarre customs that others may find repulsive, but hey, that's just the way they like to live! 
    - Bart Z.
     
     
    I come from a small island nation in the Indian Ocean called the Kingdom of Jalabhumi. We are quite remote and removed from the rest of the world, but we have gradually begun to open up to the world in recent years. Most people don’t even know our country exists, but the people who do know about us are always highly impressed by our unique culture and stunning natural landscapes.
     
    The people of Jalabhumi are a mix of the many different groups who settled on our island over the years, ancient navigators who came from Southern India, the eastern coast of Africa, Sumatra, and Java. The Jalabhumese language is Dravidian in origin, somewhat related to Malayalam, but with some Bantu and Austronesian elements. Our religion is polytheistic and unlike any other in the world. Our cuisine is largely based on fish, nuts, and fruits, with our island’s fertile soil producing the juiciest and sweetest fruits you can possibly imagine. Our society is highly matriarchal and our monarchy is matrilineal, with women largely dominating society and politics from the very earliest days of our country’s foundation. In fact, men were not even granted the right to vote until 1997, as our formerly reclusive nation gradually began to be exposed to the outside world. Women are traditionally viewed as the indispensable overseers of the country, mothers, matriarchs, and carriers of children. Men are viewed as the more dispensable, dedicated warriors willing to die to protect the nation and its women, collect food, and provide the seed for the next generation.
     
    As you can tell, our culture is extremely unique. However, quite possibly the most unique cultural trait about our country is something that often astonishes visitors more than anything else about us. Many who come here hate this practice, or think it’s a savage way of thinking by an “uncivilized” nation, but I have come to this website because I think I may have found the one group of people in the world who will appreciate this ancient custom so dear to us.
     
    You see, in our culture, it is viewed as socially unacceptable for women to urinate, at least in the manner and frequency that they do in most other parts of the world. Girls are trained to hold large amounts of liquid in their bladders from adolescence onwards. By the age of 20, a woman is expected to be able to go at least, at the very, VERY least, 48 hours of drinking a large volume of liquid without allowing one drop to escape her bladder. Women’s restrooms are practically nonexistent in this country and the majority of women adamantly oppose any effort to build any new ones to accommodate the growing tourist industry. Women here largely view unlimited access to urination as a barbaric and disgusting foreign custom, entirely alien to, and incompatible with Jalabhumese values. Foreigners who come here are often viewed as disrespectful for demanding more restrooms and for urinating openly in the sea and in the forests. While we are grateful for the increased volume of visitors who have come here in recent years to contribute to our economy, we only wish they could respect the local customs a little more and not try to impose their alien way of life on our country.
     
    This custom is not something we would normally even think about on a day to day basis. Jalabhumese women view a perpetually full bladder as a mundane part of daily living; part and parcel of the experience of womanhood. Free urination is considered to be a habit of men, an example of men’s perceived lack of self-control, whether sexually or otherwise. A woman’s ability to control her bladder shows dignity, discipline, and self-restraint. The only time we really think about our custom is when foreign women (or more rarely, the occasional undisciplined Jalabhumese woman) either urinates uncontrollably or complains about needing to urinate. To give an example in more familiar terms, it’s like how you might not think about how rude and uncivilized it is to belch or fart in polite company until you see someone doing it. Or perhaps if you see someone cough in someone’s face instead of covering their mouth. With our country’s newfound popularity amongst travelers, we have been forced to look inward and truly think about how different our customs are from other places.
     
    The custom of women holding their urine in rather than releasing it is an ancient one, and is even baked into Jalabhumi’s traditional religion and our national origin myth. On this island, we worship many gods and goddesses, but the highest among them is the great Goddess Anakketta. In the past, other gods were worshipped to a higher degree than they are today, but devotion to Anakketta has served us so well over the years that She is widely considered to be the symbol of the nation.
     
    According to the ancient texts, Anakketta was once a simple island girl born in a time dominated by men. In this time, everyone let their waters loose freely without any thought. Anakketta was considered a very strange girl because she would drink and drink and drink, her bladder would expand, and she would hold it all in. The men of the island were repulsed by her habits and made fun of her, but the women were impressed and many of them joined her. The men, frightened by their wives participating in such a strange activity, banished Anakketta to the hills and forbade their wives from keeping their bladders full.
     
    But one day, after a storm, an enormous tidal wave appeared, threatening to drown everyone on the island. The men who banished Anakketta realized they had no one else to turn to. They rushed to the hills and called upon her to save them. And so, she opened her mouth wide, swallowed the giant wave, and held back the flood. No matter how full her bladder got, she did not leak one drop.
     
    It was at this moment when the simple girl Anakketta became a goddess. As the men of the island bowed to Her and apologized for their mistake, She forgave them, but She also asked the islanders to abide by Her rules: She will continue to hold back the flood and protect the island, but she cannot do it alone. All women must help her by holding back their own floods. They must drink and drink and drink, let their bladders expand, and hold it all in, just as Anakketta had done for them.
     
    But the men objected. They told the Goddess that they couldn’t possibly hold in their waters the way women do. But Anakketta simply smiled, and answered that She does not need the help of men. Since the men have demonstrated that they do not have the spiritual strength that women do, they cannot be trusted to maintain discipline with such a task. So, the men of the island would be free to release their waters as much as they want, but as a consequence, they will lose their dominant position in society and the women would rule. The islanders all agreed to these terms, and thus, the nation of Jalabhumi was born. To this day, the Goddess Anakketta is believed to be a dam protecting Jalabhumi, and the women of the island are the maintenance workers, working hard to make sure She stays intact.
     
    Religious devotion to Anakketta is pervasive in all aspects of society. Obviously, a human woman cannot hold her urine forever like a powerful Goddess can. But when a Jalabhumese woman does eventually succumb to the inevitable need to empty her bladder, there is a ritual that must be done first. Jalabhumese women, typically in groups, will approach an altar dedicated to Anakketta and recite a prayer thanking Her for continuing to hold back the flood. Once finished, each woman will urinate into a container while praying to Anakketta to take on the liquid that they were unable to hold. The urine is then taken by a priestess to be poured into the ocean, which is believed to represent the infinite bladder capacity of the Goddess.
     
    Men such as myself, on the other hand, typically just pee into the ocean whenever we want. We do pray to Anakketta and thank her constantly for not giving us this burden. We are grateful for our wives and girlfriends and mothers and sisters for sacrificing comfort, and we devote ourselves to protecting them and making them happy. And of course, I won’t lie and say that most Jalabhumese men aren’t intensely attracted to a woman who can hold a lot of liquid for a long time. It is a major turn on for myself and many of my male friends to see a bulging bladder on a woman. While some of us are impressed by the beauty of foreign women, sorry ladies, but most Jalabhumese men won’t even approach women unless we can see how full your bladder is. We view women as the backbone of our society. They protect us spiritually, while we defend them physically.
     
    One such woman for whom the people of Jalabhumi have the utmost devotion, is our Queen, Archita Ottakam XIV. She is a member of the Ottakam dynasty, perhaps one of the oldest reigning dynasties in the world. Much like how the Emperors of Japan were traditionally believed to be the descendants of Amaterasu, we believe that the Queen of Jalabhumi is the direct descendant of Anakketta. Only women are allowed to reign as monarch, just as Anakketta commanded. It is often said that the royals of Jalabhumi have the most powerful bladders in the entire world. Queen Archita herself is said to only empty her bladder once every year - and while we often like to believe that for fun, we all know it’s just an exaggeration. However, her capacity is extremely impressive, even for Jalabhumese standards. She is often spotted in public sporting a humongous bladder bulge, making her look eight months pregnant. While seeing bladder bulges are extremely common in our country, hers is amongst the largest. Royal women are trained from an early age to expand their bladder capacities as much as possible. It takes an extreme amount of discipline and prayer to Anakketta. The women of this country adore and admire our Queen and seek to model themselves and their lives after her.
     
    We believe that our faith in the Goddess Anakketta and Her ability to hold back the flood has helped us remain an independent kingdom, uninterrupted by any foreign invaders for millennia. Throughout the colonial period, many a European empire tried to claim our island and failed spectacularly. First came the Portuguese, and then the Dutch, and then the French, and then the British. And one by one, we fought them off. As India, Africa, and Indochina fell prey to European forces, we held back the flood and remained a self-governing nation. In 1941, as other nations fell to the Japanese, we held back the flood. In 1961, when India invaded Goa, they also tried to invade us, but we held back the flood. Today, as China and the United States squabble for influence all over Asia, we hold back the flood.
     
    And it doesn’t even just end at protecting our nation from foreign invaders, but also from the danger of rising tides. Neighboring islands such as the Maldives, the British Indian Ocean Territory, and the Indian state of Lakshadweep are all in danger of sinking into the sea as climate change causes the sea level to rise. Yet despite our close proximity to these nations, our island is protected by its geography - it is high enough to avoid flooding and its hilly landscape gives us ample protection whenever a storm comes. We believe that Anakketta protects us by holding back the flood, and our continued maintenance of our tradition honors Her sacrifice to us. We owe all our respects to Anakketta, and thus, we continue to practice the tradition that we believe honors Her and the protection She bestows.
     
    This is why we hold this custom so closely to our hearts. It is as important to the Jalabhumese religion as it is for Muslims to avoid eating pork - such a custom may seem strange to outsiders, but if you come from an Islamic background, you’d be just as shocked to see someone who professes to be a Muslim eating bacon as I would be to see a Jalabhumese woman shamelessly emptying her bladder.
     
    As I have said, you all here on omorashi.org are probably one of the only groups of people who appreciate and respect our unique custom for what it is. I hope to one day see some of you in my country, and to participate in our ancient customs! Please let me know if there are any questions you have about my country. I would be happy to answer!
     
    Thank you.
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    Markj9494 reacted to Quackduck in Seven Roommates, One Bathroom!   
    It was late at night, and Phoebe was laying in her bed on her phone. She realized she was kicking her legs in response to a bodily sensation, an urgent signal from her body. She was really tired, though, and she eventually just fell asleep.
    She woke up to the bustle of her roommates, talking in the kitchen and taking turns in the bathroom right by Phoebe's open door. The first thing she noticed was her really full bladder. She usually had to go pretty badly in the mornings, but having retained her urine since last night, it was signifigantly more uncomfortable than usual. She rolled out of bed and hurried to the bathroom, where her roommate was pissing with the door open.
    Her other roommate Ariel was bobbing up and down, waiting for Sam to get up.
    "Come on, come on, come on!" Ariel muttered as Sam's liquid waste pattered into the bowl. Phoebe groaned, desperate pulsing emanating from her urine-filled organ. She pressed her legs together and danced as she picked up her toothbrush and put toothpaste on it. Then she stuck her hand between her thighs, pinching her crotch as she brushed her teeth. She had to pee really badly.
    As soon as Ariel sat down on the toilet, she was pissing hard and loud. The sound was torture for Phoebe, who stuck her butt out as she started stepping around, a wave of urgency threatening to push a leak out. The stream went on for an eternity. Phoebe was spitting and rinsing when it finally ended, practically leaping around trying to hold it all in. She went up to Ariel, effectively calling dibs on next. Holding herself and marching in place, she said "please go fast! I'm about to piss my pants!"
    "I, uh... I might be here a while," she replied, continuing to sit there after her leak had ended.
    "Can't you let me go first? I just have to pee!"
    Ariel clutched her bottom. "I gotta go super bad, I just need some privacy!"
    "Ughhh!" Phoebe groaned and walked out.
    "Could you shut the door please!" Ariel called behind her. As it closed, Phoebe almost walked right into her roommate Ira.
    "Who's in the bathroom?" she asked frantically, holding herself and hopping from foot to foot.
    "Ariel's pooping. She barely even started yet," Phoebe replied, doing a little dance and tapping herself between the legs, trying to downplay just how urgently she needed to urinate.
    "Ohh my fucking.... I've never needed to pee worse than right now, I'm so serious..."
    "You always say that!"
    "I mean it! Look at this shit!" Ira pulled her shirt up and her leggings down to show off the bump jutting out of her belly. Even with her squirming her hips and stepping around, Phoebe could clearly see her bulging bladder. "Mmmmm!" Ira moaned, doubling over. "I really have to go to the bathroom..."
    Unable to maintain the somewhat casual demeaner, Phoebe started squeezing and unsqueezing her vagina, stepping side to side. "I still have next, though," she said.
    "What? No, I can't wait that long! I need to go first!"
    "That's not fair, I got here first!"
    "Ughhh!" Ira groaned, rubbing her crotch and marching in place. "Why did I move into an apartment with only one bathroom?"
    "I'm asking myself the same thing," Phoebe muttered. "It wouldn't be so bad if there weren't so many of us..."
    "Ohhh..." she groaned. "I can't do this!" she exclaimed suddenly, bolting to her room. Upon entering, a dark patch was visible suddenly blooming between her legs right below her butt before she slammed the door behind her.
    Phoebe was shocked. Despite feeling like it was about to leak out at any moment, she went up to the door, hand between her tightly pressed thighs, and knocked. "Ira? You okay?" she called.
    "Fine!" she returned, audibly anxious.
    Does Phoebe...
    A - Enter the room
    B - Keep waiting for the toilet
    C - Find somewhere else to pee
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    Markj9494 got a reaction from Quackduck in The Company retreat   
    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.
     
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    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?
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    Chapter 15: Trials of the Oasis (Finale)
    “How are you feeling?” Courtney asked as the group caught up with Annabeth.
    “Im ok” Annabeth smiled, but the hand on her sore bladder was telling a different story.
    “Do you need to use us?” Courtney offered.
    “I…My powers don’t work down here. So it looks like I’ve got to hold this.” She replied, moving towards the next chamber a little gingerly. The occasional shock or pulse still racing through the nerves of her bladder.
    “Do you think its the rocks?” Angelica asked, staring up at the celling which seemed to be covered in lots of little outcroppings of them.
    “That was my guess”
    “Do you think they would let us take a sample back?” Courtney wondered aloud.
    “I wouldn’t bet on it.” Miia replied “They are quite protective over anything involving the runes. But there is no reason not to ask?”
    “Well that’s a problem for later, for now we need to concentrate on these trials” Annabeth brought them back to the task at hand, the next room featuring an almost identical set up as before. The only difference was the set up in the middle, the disk now much smaller and with only enough room for one person to stand on safely. If more of them tried to join them, they might risk being injured by the rotating blades of the floor as they moved to form the chamber around them.
    “Maybe we should take it in turns?” Courtney said, clearly seeing the same thing and coming to the same conclusion.
    “But, this is my fault. I should be the one to do these.” Annabeth replied earnestly.
    “We are all in this together, plus we don’t know how many of these there will be. Without your powers to help redistribute the water we should probably all help.”
    “It seems like the most likely way of beating them.” Miia agreed with Courtney, Angelica nodding too.
    Feeling another faint pulse racing through her bladder Annabeth couldn’t deny their logic, she would probably benefit from having a little break too. Letting out a sigh she knew there was no point in arguing and relented, nodding slowly at her friends.
     
    Stepping onto the disk Courtney followed Annabeth’s example and made her way to the middle of it slowly. Making sure not to step on anything that might have been a pressure plate hidden in the carvings. She eventually made it to the middle where a large stone carving stood before her, on it seemed to be this disks instructions.
    “Trial of time…or maybe longevity?” Courtney said aloud as she studied the inscription before turning the crank. Like last time the metal petals rotated and formed a smaller platform for her, cutting Courtney off from the others and their possible help.
    Rising from the centre came a large hourglass shaped structure, the bottom half filled with babbling water behind a small window. Clicking into place a small clasp holding the hourglass in place was released and Courtney watched as it began to swing downwards, a stream of water flowing down a thin pipe and filling a small cup near the base she had missed until now.
    Picking it up Courtney drank the small cupful of water, still studying the machine to see what the real trial was. But even as she finished the water it remained still, the only sound and movement a small trickle of water that seemed to be somehow going up the metal structure, defying gravity.
    Walking around the machine she could see it accumulating near the top, but there were no other instructions written on it. She was stuck, she couldn’t see what to do next. Glancing back towards the others her cheeks began to burn red with embarrassment, she was supposed to be able to do this, to show her understanding of ancient languages. What would Annabeth think of her if she was the one that failed these tasks?
    But doing one more lap around it, just as her mind began to panic she saw the central piece begin to wavier slightly before upturning and just like last time the water rushed down the small spout and into the cup she had replaced.
    It was a trial of time!
    By her reckoning the thing would rotate every 4 minutes and provide her another small cup to drink. Picking it up she began to drink it slowly, now aware she had plenty of time to do so and there was no need to rush. But looking down at the water in the machine it would take some time and many rotations to empty it completely.
    “Guys this one might take a while” she yelled back to her friends.
    “What’s wrong?” Angelica asked
    “Nothing, its just how it is set up. It gives me a bit of water every few minutes. I don’t think there is a way of speeding it up.”
    “That ok, take your time and be careful.” Annabeth said, glad that the pulses had finally stopped in her bladder caused by her own trial. Although, now she was becoming aware of the familiar pressure building inside her bladder that would only be getting worse. Despite telling Courtney to take her time, she was also hoping she wouldn’t be.
     
    40 minutes later and on the 12th turn of the machine both her and Courtney were relieved when a loud clunk reverberated through the room. The bottom of the machine had finally run dry, although Courtney could feel the dozen half cups of water passing through her system. Putting a hand on her stomach she stifled a burp caused by the almost constant drinking she had gone through in the last 30 minutes, a slight feeling of nausea coming on by the last couple of cups as she forced herself to drink them.
    Steadying herself she waved over the others as the rotating plates fell back into place and the next door opened, revealing another machine in the next chamber.
     
    “Well I guess this one is mine” Angelica smiled at them as they crossed through the ornate doors that been opened by the last machine
    “What do you mean, I can do this one. I just needed a break and I can’t ask you to do this, your just a first year.” Annabeth replied.
    “No its ok, I can do this one too.” Courtney interjected, but Angelica had already made up her mind.
    “Look guys, we don’t know how many more of these there are, so its probably going to be best if we share them out. I will be fine, this isn’t my first dig remember. I might only be a first year but I’ve been doing things like this for almost 8 years now.”
    “Things like this?” Miia said raising an eyebrow.
    “Well not quite like this…. But I’m not as inexperienced as it might seem.”
    Not waiting for any more discussion Angelica started making her way across the metal plates, placing one foot in front of the other along the metal rim of one of the metal disks like a seasoned professional. Although, she couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. Despite being on many excavations she may have oversold her experience, but she didn’t want to let any of them down. She had grown up reading about Annabeth and she was a real hero of hers, an inspiration to the young Angelica who had seen Annabeth as a relatable heroin a world full of men showing off. This was the chance of a life time, she was literally walking through a temple unopened for centuries and seeing things no one had seen in modern history. What she would have given to be in this position before today.
    Reaching the middle of the room she began studying the pictograms and language written on the tablet in front of her. It took some time but picking out some words she recognised this definitely seemed to say something about a test of burden and retention of something. She wasn’t quite sure what that meant, but having seen Annabeth begin to show subtle signs of desperation throughout Courtney’s trial she didn’t have any other choice but to go forwards.
    Pulling the lever she almost lost her balance as the entire platform juddered, a screeching noise sounding as something was clearly struggling to move under her. The ancient platform not what it once was.
    Eventually the petal like discs pulled away from the edges and contraptions rose around her. A metal iris opening to the side and a tall glass container filled with water raised up through the gap. It was connected by a long wire to some sort of weight pully that hung over the edge of the platform. Clicking into place the room fell still again as the machine stopped moving and the trial was revealed.
    Looking around the platform it seemed what ever she had to do, involved the large container and the pully system. Peering nervously through a gap in the plates she was glad she wasn’t afraid of heights, but it allowed her to spot what the pully connection was attached too. It seemed to be working as a counter weight, connected too…. the bottom of the water container which also sat on a pressure plate.
    Closing her eyes and hanging her head it was clear what the trial was, her slight mistranslations probably actually meant volume or capacity. She was going to have to drink the mass of liquid currently sat in the large container. By removing the weight of water it would likely set off the pressure plate mechanism and allow them to progress.
    Opening her eyes she could see a small spout coming out from the triangular bottom of the container. Was this even possible, could she even drink all of this? It had to be several litres if not gallons of water contained within the slender glass container. Part of her wanted to see if she could move it or make some contraption so that the water would pour out over the edge and into the chasm below. But she didn’t know how they were keeping track of what was going on, what other seemingly magical sensors or abilities existed inside this temple. She couldn’t be the one to fail, there was nothing else to do but to drink it. 
    Sitting under the spout Angelica tilted her head back, her arm reaching up, gently twisting the tap open she felt her mouth fill with cool and refreshing water. The first few mouthfuls were pleasant but even as she enjoyed these, she knew that shortly she would be hating the flavour and coolness of the water.
    Guzzling the water down she kept swallowing more and more of the water, her nostrils flaring as she breathed heavily though them. Her chest rising and falling with each mouthful she drank as she stared blankly at the container and continued to drink it. Within a minute her stomach already ached and felt bloated, but there was much more to come. At the same time as wanting to take a break, she was also aware that this was so much water there would be no way she could hold it all. If she took too long then it would start reaching her bladder by the time she finished, and that could spell disaster not only for her but for the others. She wouldn’t be the one to let them down, no matter how uncomfortable she felt, she would just have to keep drinking.
    With renewed conviction she continued to chug, her left hand gently rubbing and massaging her stomach as it swelled, expanding as the giant container was emptied into her body. Her lose fitting trousers already applying pressure to her abdomen as it grew, but she wasn’t anywhere near done drinking yet.
    Mouthful after mouthful of water rained out of the machine and into her waiting mouth, becoming harder and harder to swallow as her body responded to the litres of water she was forcing it to drink. Her stomach groaning under the weight of it all, her white skin stretched taught over her inflated abdomen as she grew.
    Eventually, with red cheeks and hazy vision the onslaught of water finally stopped. The tall cylinder finally empty of water. The sea that had been inside of it now completely contained within Angelica who by this point looked pregnant, or possibly a beached whale. She had been forced to release the knot in her trousers to allow them to open more, but even at their limit they were still uncomfortably pushing on her bloated body.
    Feeling the platform rumbling under her she tried to sit up, both hands cradling her full stomach that was forcing her legs around its bulking mass. Outstretching one hand she grabbed hold of one of the metal struts and hauled herself to her feet, the shifting weight inside her causing her to groan loudly as the others approached.
    “Holly shit” Miia said, her eyes falling on the pregnant looking woman that had seemingly tripled in size in the last 10 minutes.
    “Are you ok!” Annabeth said, equally alarmed at her student’s appearance.
    “Yeah im ok” Angelica replied, a lump forming in her sore throat from all the swallowing.
    “Well, I think that’s enough trails for you.” Annabeth continued, as Courtney went over to help Angelica move along to the next room. Each movement upsetting the ocean inside her and causing her to puff out her cheeks.
    “Yeah, you guys take a break. I will see what this next test has to offer.” Miia replied walking quickly and confidently towards the centre of the machine, the excitement east to detect in her voice despite what she had seen Angelica just go through.
    But reaching the middle she suddenly realised a problem; she couldn’t read the inscriptions on the stone tablet.
    “Uh guys, I’m going to need some help reading these” She shouted back to the others as she watched Courtney help Angelica sit down on the other side.
    “Can you describe them?” Annabeth replied.
    “Uhhh sure…. There is a bird with an egg on its head, a man with a dogs face, some weird beetle thing, two cats playing, the sun…”
    Despite the difficulties of second-hand translations of symbols she couldn’t see, 20 minutes later they had deciphered the test, or at least most of it.
    “It’s a test of willpower” Annabeth summarised.
    “Great, Ive got this then.” Miia said grinning to herself and turning the lever. The familiar rumble of the rooms happening around her as once again the disc transformed. Unlike the others though, instead of things rising from below a large box lowered from above. The metal construct gently lowering until it was just above her, a side panel opening and a similar drinking device to what Angelica had just used came out. Thankfully for Miia this one seemed to be only about 25% of the size, it was still a lot of water but nothing compared to what Annabeth’s student had just drunk. A metal plate with two hand holds unfolding next to it.
    Putting her hands in the clearly marked places either side of the water jug she waited for the trial to start.
    Suddenly two clasps flipped out of the metal plates, going around her slender wrists and attaching to the other side. Tugging at them she couldn’t move them, the strong metal bands securely in place and trapping her arms to the machine. She could already feel her heart beating faster in her chest as she became stuck to the machine and whatever it was about to do, but she reminded herself that this was a test of willpower. What ever happened, she would have to force herself to see it through.
    In front of her she watched as bubbles went up the water container and the thin tube hanging from the bottom started filling with water. Placing her mouth around the spout she waited for the water to enter it, her neck uncomfortably twisted slightly as the machine clearly wasn’t made for someone her height.
    Swallowing the water, she was happy to see it was moving slowly and meant she wasn’t going to be overwhelmed any time soon. It also meant if she needed a break for a few seconds, she could let her mouth fill before swallowing.
    But then, above her a metal hatch opened up, revealing a large metal spear connected to a gear mechanism. Moving her eyes to the water she noticed a number of floating pegs near the edges of the container and as she watched, the first fell into place. Above her the gear rotated one position and the large spear lurched at her. Flinching slightly, she moved her head backwards, stopping swallowing as her body tensed up. But with her mouth still filling she was forced to resume drinking.
    A minute later the next peg fell into place and once again the gear turned and the spear fell further towards her. Closing her eyes for a moment she controlled her breathing, surely they wouldn’t actually make a test that could kill her right?
    But as the third peg went in, she was starting to worry it might. After all, they were made to test what they perceived as gods and goddesses. But as the fourth peg went in a minute later she felt the metal bands around her arm release, the spear still juddering towards her.
    Now free part of her wanted to run away, but why had they released her? Was it because it could in fact hit her, but then that would surely be a test of reflexes to doge it when the test was finished? If this was truly a test of willpower then she would have to trust in Annabeth that this wouldn’t kill her, not something she thought she would be doing today.
    Leaving her head under the spear she continued to let the water empty into her mouth, the fifth peg slotting in and leaving it hanging perilously just a foot above her head. Even as she tried to make herself remain calm she couldn’t, her heart racing and sweat building up on her body as adrenaline surged through it. She could feel her fight or flight response kick in, but she forced herself to stay where she was.
    It wasn’t going to kill her, it wasn’t going to kill her she repeated over and over in her head until finally the sixth and last peg fell into place. Above her the gear turned and the spear fell, looking like it was about to hit her.
    Letting out a quiet whimper Miia went wide eyed as her death quickly approached, but just inches from her head it stopped falling and swung into a slot in the machine. A thin and almost invisible chain pulling into the machine and saving her. Letting out a breath of relief Miia let the last few mouthfuls of water enter her mouth as her sweaty palms continued to make contact with the metal pillar.
    With the container now empty the room once again began to rumble as the platform rotated. Pulling her hands off the pillar she wiped the layer of sweat from her forehead and breathed deeply. She sure was glad Annabeth knew what she was talking about.
    Looking over to the rest of them she watched as they shuffled towards her, their movements much more awkward and desperate than when they entered. Angelica was clearly still suffering the worst, her giant boulder of a stomach still causing her some serious issues as she slowly waddled towards them. Her face as white as a sheet and an almost constant pained expression showing across it as she furrowed her brow.
    In the last hour Annabeth’s own desperation had quickly built up, the water she had drunk in the first room making its way to her bladder. A definite tightness was present in her abdomen and she was already at the point where she would ordinarily have dropped almost anything to find a restroom. One or twice she had gotten this desperate while teaching and she knew it wouldn’t be long until she was in serious trouble. Thankfully, with her students being adults she had managed to esca