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    Markj9494 got a reaction from Tentacool in The bladder-buster cruise   
    The bladder buster cruise
    Chapter 1: Setting sail
    It had been a month since Lilli had seen the advert pop up on the side of her browser. At the time she had thought it had to be a joke, “Go pee free, for a free cruise”. She wasn’t sure what had made her click on the advert, maybe it was curiosity to what it might mean, or maybe it was simply the words free cruise. As a recent university graduate she didn’t have much cash to splash, so if she could get a free cruise she was interested.
    Now standing at the port, her shoulder length drown hair swirling around her face she couldn’t hide her excitement.
    “Can you believe it, a free cruise!” She yelled, throwing both hands into the air. The sound of the waves lapping against the walls of the port interspersed with the squawks of seagulls enjoying the late morning sunshine.
    “You realise its only free if one of us doesn’t pee right?” A huskier voiced woman next to her said. With one hand on her hip the black-haired woman didn’t look quite as happy about the arrangement as her taller friend.
    “Oh shush Janet, its still a cruise” A third voice shot back. It owner was currently stepping out of a cab that had just pulled up.
    “Sasha!” The three young women cried embracing in a group hug.
    “Jesus its windy out here, I don’t know why I spent so much time on my hair this morning.”
    “Ever the style guru Sasha” Lilli responded, their hug ending as Sasha's long auburn hair whipped around in the sea air. 
    They had been friends since childhood but Lilli had always felt like the nerdy girl taken in by the beautiful popular one. Her average build and tomboyish tendencies combined with the biggest braces you had ever seen made school life a little difficult for her. But thankfully her and Sasha had hit it off in PE (Physical ed), with neither of them really wanting to do it. Slowly jogging or mostly walking around at the back of the pack during track days gave them plenty of time to talk. She had been pleasantly surprised at just how nice Sasha was, initially thinking of her as another airhead beauty. It turned out that despite her flaming red hair, picture perfect smile and blemish free skin she was actually pretty down to earth.
    Thankfully since those days the braces had been removed and Lilli had somewhat blossomed into a beautiful girl next door type. A small silver nose ring and large tattoo of an octopus on her shoulder the only signs of the rebelliousness phase she had as a teenager. That and her lasting friendship with Janet who despite people teasing her for her old person name was the same age as the others. She had joined Lilli and Sasha’s school just before her GCSE’s and found herself in all the same classes the others two had chosen, it seemed they all had similar interests.
    “So where is that blonde bombshell sister of yours Lilli?” Sasha asked
    “She is up at the check in place getting the boarding passes”
    “Check in place” Sasha laughed, ”you mean the port authority?”
    “Alright, if you want to use your fancy words.”
    “So are you guys ready for this?” Janet asked, her uneasiness easy to pick up on.
    “Totally” Lilli responded.
    “We have nothing to worry about and we can totally win a pee holding contest between us, plus we have Barbara who I’ve never seen desperate to pee even after a full night of partying.”
    “Yeah my sister is our secret weapon. But anyway it’s a cruise, it’ll probably be full of old people and even you should be able to beat them” Lilli said, a smile on her face as she elbowed Janet in the ribs gently.
    Janet knew she didn’t have the strongest bladder, it wasn’t necessarily weak but she doubted she would win the contest by herself. But thankfully Lilli and Sasha were right, Barbara could go toe to toe with a dozen people on a night out and seemed to never take a pee break. Even that time when she lost 4 beer pong games in a row, refusing to leave until she won. 
    “The gangs all here then” came a shout from behind them. Lili's sister was casually walking towards them, hands full of paper
    “Sorry it took so long, there were a load of other things they had to make me sign. But anyway, here are your boarding passes ladies” she said handing them out.
    “And here is what looks like a book of free drink tickets which is a result and.... an itinerary thing for today. Oh but be careful with those passes, the guy at the desk said not to mark or bend them otherwise we might forfeit our chance at the free cruise.”
    Grabbing their bags the four women made their way up to pier 9 and boarded the cruise ship that would be their home for the next 7 days.
     
    “So apparently we have a briefing in about 5 minutes in the dining hall area, which is….that away” Lilli said, pointing them towards the front of the ship.
    Walking down the long corridors the group couldn’t help but notice that the ship was not filled with old people, but mainly people their own age or slightly older. It seemed the offer of a free cruise in exchange of a bathroom visit attracted a certain type of person. The realisation worried Janet who was starting to think this might turn out to be harder than they had first thought. The noise of a tropical steel drum helped direct them to the dining room where rows of seats had been set up. A tall man in a captains outfit stood at the front of the ship, flanked by a pair of beautiful women in blue and white suits. Greeting them and the other passengers they were asked to take a seat and soon the room began to fill. a few minutes passed before the captain picked up a microphone, tapping it twice the booming noise quieted the excitable guests.
    “Greetings and welcome aboard. My name Captain Hammond and I will be giving your briefing today. Now im sure you are all aware of the special that was on offer for this cruise, and I will now go through he rules and procedures of it. Please pay attention, I don’t want anyone to get disqualified early.”
    “All of you should have a boarding pass that looks like this” He said holding up a blank copy.
    "Not only is this your boarding pass but also your bathroom pass. The first time that each of you visits a bathroom we will stamp the left-hand side of your pass like this.” Bending down to a small table he picked up a large rubber stamp, inked it and marked the page. A large black mark was applied to the page with the word "Voided" in its centre.
    “This will mark your loss of the competition and rule you out of the free cruise. Additionally you will receive a similar stamp on the back of your left hand to make it easier for us and other guests to identify who is still competing."
    “You should all have also received one of these red booklets. These are free drink vouchers, they can be used for yourself or on others.”
    A few confused murmurs went through the crowd.
    “These vouchers can be given out by and to anyone without a black mark on their hand i.e anyone who is still competing. Each person on this cruise has 10 free drink cards that you can redeem at any establishment. Refusal of a competing traveller to accept a drink is also considered to be a forfeit and will result in you being stamped.”
    “However, while anyone can give anyone a free drink using these cards it is up to the recipient to choose their drink of choice. Whether it is alcoholic of not is up to you, but a standard glass size of a pint will be given of your drink of choice. Additionally, drink cards will also be stamped with a time and given back to the drink recipient, with a grace period of 10 minutes between each drink. This is the only time when you can refuse another drink. The bar’s close at 1am and reopen at 7am, so drinks will also not be available during this period either.”
    Taking a small sip from a glass of water he paused for a moment, a number of whispers going through the crowed.
    “Now, to make sure the rules are followed there are no toilets in your rooms but there are large communal facilities on each floor. These are manned 24 hours by a member of staff who will be able to stamp your cards whenever you feel the need to go.”
    “Finally as an added prize, each day we give all of our competitors £200 spending money to either be spent on the ship or can be converted into the local currency on days where we are docked. When leaving the boat each competing passenger will also be given one of these.” He said holding up what looked like a blue plastic belt of some sort.
    “These will be fastened around your waist when you are off the boat in order to stop anyone cheating and using a toilet when off the boat. But don’t worry they are flexible and wont get in the way of your activities. If the call of nature does happen when off the boat you can remove them by pinching these two tabs here and pulling. This will deconstruct the belt in such a way that It can not be put back together, so don’t think about trying to do that either. Once back on the ship please hand in the belt to a member of staff.”
    “Now that all of that has been said, again I hope you enjoy your trip with us, your welcome packs are in your rooms and will include a map and information on everything onboard. If you have any questions please feel to ask myself or another member of staff” With that the captain walked off, leaving the two women to field questions from travellers who may have been uncertain about any aspects of the contest or cruise in general. 
     
    “He was kind of hot” Sasha said, making Barbara roll her eyes. “Kind of got a tom cruise vibe”
    “If you mean he is probably old enough to be your dad, they yeah.”
    “Shut up, are you saying you would turn down tom cruise?”
    “well…”
    “Exactly, Sasha 1, Barbara 0”
    “Should we go find our rooms?” Lilli interrupted her friends squabbling, currently studying the small pamphlet of free drink cards.
    The rooms themselves were nice, large windows gave them a nice view of the sea from the third floor. Lilli was glad they opted for the queen bed as she laid back, the soft mattress making sure they would sleep soundly even as the ship floated its way around Europe. The four of them had gone for separate rooms, but luckily they were all next to each other on the same floor. A loud knock on the door told Lilli she had spent too much time led on her bed and the others probably wanted some lunch.
     Stepping onto the food court the group grabbed a table at an American style diner, ordering a round of burger and chips they discussed what their plans were for the day.
    “Well, I think we should check out the pool for a bit after lunch, then maybe see what the shops have to offer before dinner.” Barbara suggested
    “Yeah there isn’t too much else to do on the ship till we get somewhere” agreed Janet. "Although I think that bar has pool tables." She said looking over her shoulder.
    “Hello ladies here are your meals” a waitress appeared, somehow balancing 4 full plates of food and 4 pint glasses on a small tray.
    “Im sorry I ordered a small” Janet pointed out. Still thinking about her bladder she knew she had to be smart and didn’t want to start chugging back the drinks yet.
    “Sorry love, you got an upgrade courtesy of those two lads over there” she said pointing to a small table in the corner with a couple of young men on, currently holding a hand up to wave at them.
    “I…uh” Janet blushed deeply, despite her good looks and sizeable chest she was never the one to get free drinks.
    “Go Janet” Sasha said elbowing her friend again.
    “Oh sorry, they paid for all your drinks” she said holding up 4 of the free drink cards they had all received earlier.
    While some might have taken that as an insult, Janet was happy they were all in the same awkward boat now. “Are they seriously hitting on us having lunch? Its 11.45” She asked incredulously.
    "You'd be surprised", the waitress joked before disappearing off to the kitchen again.
    “Hey if they want to pay for drinks we already ordered, im ok with that” Lilli responded, waving a hand back at the two gentlemen.
    “This isn’t some kind of sex cruise you’ve booked us on little sis is it?” Barbara asked, her tone indicating she wasn’t serious.
    “Like you’d care” Sasha muttered with her mouth half full of burger.
    Over the next hour the girls finished their meals and picked their day trip for tomorrow morning. They would be sailing overnight to the Italian coast where they would take a bus trip up into the Alps for a spot of lunch in some market town. The weather looked nice but it was the photo of a furry cow that made Lilli somehow convince everyone else that they wanted to go and see them.
     
    After quickly changing into some swimsuits the group made their way to the swimming pool complex on the top deck. Thankfully it was massive, with three large pools making up the main section it meant that despite what seemed like half the cruise having the same idea, it spread them out enough to give everyone room to relax. Random tiki hut cocktail bars were also found at each site and while still early in the afternoon most people could be seen lazily bobbing on the water with a drink of some sort in their hand.
    Janet was currently laying on one of the nearby deck chairs reading a book and enjoying the sun. Despite it still being a little colder than most would like, the weather was still good with not a single cloud in the sky above her. Next to her Lilli was sketching the scene using Barbara and Sasha as her muses, both lounging in the shallow end of the pool a little away from her. Although as she always did she had taken her artistic liberties, exchanging the cruise ship with the surface of an alien plant. Her subjects currently enjoying a hot spring on Mars, with its duel moons above them. Although as she looked up she could see her beautiful vista had been ruined by a couple of unwanted visitors. Two guys had seemingly taken a fancy to her sister and Sasha, and while she had nothing against them hooking up she had hoped this would just be a trip for the 4 of them.
     
    “Hello ladies, what can we get you to drink?” The front one asked
    Barbara and Sasha took a moment looking at each other they both raised their eyebrows, a signal they had established to mean neither were interested but both thought they could have little fun with them.
    “Sure, two margaritas’ please” Barbara said sweetly
    “Great we will be right back” the guys said before quickly turning and heading to the bar, high fiving themselves when they thought they were out of sight.
    “Ok, so usual plan?” Barbara quickly asked turning to Sasha.
    “Yeah, they look like jocky Chad’s to me, so Lesbian lovers run away from their boyfriend routine?”
    “And scene” Barbara laughed, moving a hand in front of her face to show a now serious game face.
    Shortly the two guys returned with a pair of margarita’s. It seemed while at the bar the two had decided which one they wanted, now sitting on either side of them. The tall blonde muscular dude going for Sasha while the dark haired but more toned guy sat on the deckchair next to Barbara. Despite his sunglasses it was clear he couldn’t keep his eyes off her sizeable chest, although she wasn’t sure he was even trying.
    “So what are your names” He asked
    “Im Barbara and this is Sasha, thank you for the drinks” she said taking a sip as sensually through the straw as possible.
    “Are you girls here alone?”
    “No we are together”
    “Like together together, or like just on holiday together?”
    “Together together” Sasha added planting her lips around Barbara’s
    It would have taken Barbara and Lili who was watching by surprise if they hadn’t done this routine a dozen or more times in their company.
    “Sorry guys” she said shrugging
    “I mean…that doesn’t mean anything, you haven’t had me ye…”
     
    “Beat it brad!” came a shout from nearby that did take them by surprise. But by the look on the guy's face trying to chat Barbara up, he knew the angry woman matching towards them.
    “Come on Cath” he started
    “Fuck off, before I wedge those sunglasses so far up…”
    “Okay, okay…geeze.” And with that the guys left, their advances seemingly defeated by the new woman.
    “Sorry about that, but you don’t want to get involved with them.” The brunette said
    “That’s my friend Eva’s Ex” she said pointing to a tall brunette who was currently flipping off the pair as they left from across the pool”
    “They were supposed to come on this cruise together, but he cheated on her and cheekily kept his ticket for this.”
    “I…uhhh ok thanks for the heads up” Barbara responded, still a little confused over what had just happened.
    “Sorry, im Cath” she said holding out her hand to shake “I can get a bit protective, but those guys are just dicks of the highest order. Trust me you can do way better.” she said turning and walking back towards her friend.
    As the woman walked back to her friend, Sasha and Barbara couldn’t help but laugh, clinking their free drinks together the pair went back to relaxing
    “Brad, so we were only one letter off” Barbara joked sipping her drink.
     
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    Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed the start to this next story of mine.  Sorry there wasn't any Omo content in this chapter, but hopefully it set the scene for the rest of the story and peaked some of your guys interest.
    As always feedback good or bad is always appreciated!
    Also feel free to ask any questions you might have.
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    Markj9494 got a reaction from Krisshad in The customers come first   
    The Customers come first
    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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    Chapter 4: Stalked
    Despite her confusion what Annabeth had found was amazing, possibly the first of its kind. But now the temple had been unearthed it was a race against time before other people showed up, she had to get a team here as soon as possible. Although, how would she explain the strange runic symbol on her arm that touching seemed to make her bladder fill. The embarrassment of admitting it to anyone made her cheeks burn red, she was a professional academic not some drunk college kid. She was caught between the biggest discovery of her life and her dignity, something she rather enjoyed having intact.
    As she stood at the entrance and watched her pee continued to spread across the ancient stonework Annabeth could only imagine what her peers would think, or worse what they would want to do to test and experiment with the rune at her expense. Although its powers and ability to graft to her body was defiantly intriguing her, how did it work and could she replicate it for other functions. But for now, she decided she would keep it a secret for her sake and safety. Maybe there was something in the rolls of scriptures that could help get this off her or explain what had happened.
    Walking back into the temple she was careful not to touch her arm, the dampness of her clothes reminding her of the consequences. How she wished she had packed up another set of clothes, but she supposed this was still better than her other soaked trousers still in her bag. Looking down she was embarrassed to see a trail of droplets on the floor, clearly marking where she had started to loose control in her mad dash for the entrance. The large puddle in the main chamber was thankfully fading out of existence.
    Walking over to a nearby rack of parchments and scrolls she began to read the texts, hoping to find a  solution to her current problem. Minutes passed as she tried to decipher the texts, a sense of fun had returned after events of the morning although she could certainly use Courtney right about now. This was after all what she enjoyed the most, she was reading texts that hadn’t been seen in years and that were direct link to the past. Unfortunately as she replaced another scroll, none of them seem to offer an explanation of what had just happened. There was a lot of information about the cult or tribe that had built this place, records of their gods actions and why they were so revered.
    Reaching upwards she tried to grab the top scroll, accidently pushing it off the pile and sending it skittering behind one of the statues. Bending over to grab it she noticed a shadow move out of the corner of her eye. Glancing towards the entrance she was suddenly aware of footsteps coming towards her, heavy and purposeful they were strangely intimidating despite not being able to see who was causing them.
    Quickly grabbing her nearby bag she pressed herself into the corner she was in, trying to go unnoticed by the unseen intruder. The menacing footsteps grew louder and louder, a dark shadow filling the entrance of the chamber. Peeking past the ankles of the statue Annabeth could make out a tall man, long dark hair and beard flowing across his chest covered in a flowing cloak. Holding her breath she wished her heart would beat quieter as the giant of a man took a few steps into the room, looking down he paused at the puddle she had left on the ground. Crouching the man placed a finger against the wet sand, for some reason making her blush madly. The unknown newcomer then looked straight at the fountain at the centre, a new sense of urgency seen in his body language as he quickly rushed to the fountain.
    Now was her chance, the man was distracted and she could make her way out. Edging out from behind the statue still holding her bag she slowly made her way around the wall to the entrance. She knew her shadow would also become obvious as she crossed the doors threshold, but it was a risk she had to take. Ducking out she immediately pressed herself against the outside of the entrance. Peeking back in to see if she had managed to escape without him noticing and she was relieved to see him inspecting the fountain, his large scarred hands searching it desperately.
    As quietly as possible she made her way through the chambers, reaching the entrance she started to run, the soft sand masking her footfalls. Rushing through opening the bright Moroccan sun blinded her temporarily as she threw her bag on and kept running. The heat was unbearable as sweat instantly began to pour from her as she run, the sun was almost at its peak but she hated to imagine what the intruder would do to her if he found her. Looking over her shoulder as she ran she was happy to see no one was following her and she allowed herself to slow her pace. Taking a few moments she did her best to remove her footprints so it would be harder to follow her, stepping on the harder ground and avoiding areas where the sand would make her tracks easy to see.
    Picking up the pace she didn’t know how long she had been running, but she needed to stop. The temple long gone over the horizon as she continued back down the path she had taken to get there. Sweat was now pouring from her, the thin shirt she was wearing not damp but dripping wet. A dark line of sweat discolouring the hem of her cap as her hair matted against her face. Finally she felt far enough away Annabeth so she could finally relax a little. Her heart and head pounding after exerting herself she had to stop.
    Sliding her bag off her shoulder and finding a nearby rock to sit on she took out the large canteen she had been drinking from. Taking a few deep swigs the still cool water radiated throughout her body, refreshing it greatly and strangely making her feel calmer.  Taking off her hat she poured some of the canteens contents over her head, attempting to cool it and beat the heat. Despite being experienced in this type of climate she knew the risks of heat stroke were no joke. But now as she took her well-earned break she couldn’t ignore her new tattoo or whatever it was. By now she knew the effect It would have on her, but she couldn’t help but touch it. It was a new thing that had suddenly appeared on her body, like a cut, bruise or piercing she was drawn to seeing how it felt.
    Rubbing it and tracing the outline with her finger she could feel its seemingly magical but maddening side effect taking hold of her again, although this time it felt less sudden and severe but Annabeth didn’t know if she would ever get use to this. Having taken a few minutes to rest and recover she stood up straight and looked around. With no one in sight she quickly pulled down her thankfully almost dry trousers again, squatting behind the rock she emptied her bladder. All the touching and playing with it had filled her rapidly and for the third time she created a large puddle underneath her. The stream of pee forcefully hitting the sand and turning it a dark shade of caramel brown.
    Thinking back to it as she steadied herself curiosity was quickly overtaking her nervousness as to the power of the run she had unwittingly grafted to herself. As her stream continued she moved her hand towards it slowly, her bladder starting to feel empty she gently touched it. What would happen to her if she touched it while peeing? Looking between her legs she watched the stream continue, despite feeling somewhat empty she simply didn’t seem to run out of liquid as her pee extended to almost two minutes.
    Wait what was she doing! she was being followed and now was not the time for this sort of testing. If she couldn’t find a way of removing it, she would have plenty of time to figure this thing out. Sighing in relief she wiggled slightly before pulling up her clothes, a slight off-colour stain now the only evidence of her earlier accident as the temperature dried them quickly. Even so she still felt a slight discomfort pulling them up. Looking down her giant puddle had reached meters around her, a sure sign that her assumptions about it filling her bladder were true. There was just no way she could have contained the sheer volume of liquid spreading through the fine sand below her.
    Putting her bag back on  and kicking herself slightly for being so easily distracted she thought back to the man in the temple, who was he and how had he found her? He certain seemed to know something was missing from the temple and judging by the way he reacted to her…accident, did he know what this rune did? Maybe the knowledge of this rune hadn’t been completely lost to time as she had thought. Starting to walk off again it was by her estimates about an hour to the town she had come from earlier, from there she hoped to get a taxi back to her hotel. Once back in the safety of her room she could start making plans on how to explain all this to her dig team, maybe leaving out a detail or two…
     
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    Chapter 3: Snowfall
    Four hours later the binder was now laying on the seat next to her, the labelling unfinished, Demi struggling to concentrate on anything but the increasing pressure in her bladder as the bus started the climb through the mountains. The confidence that she had felt when they left the services had been steadily eroding with each hour that passed. Her bladder filling and her discomfort increasing more than anticipated, but still less than she had feared. Even so she was beginning to worry about making it if there was any sort of delay, her little game had gone on far enough. Feeling another wave of desperation she raised her heels pressing her toes into the vibrating metal beneath her and clenching her thighs tightly around each other as they rhythmically bobbed on the spot. The throbbing dull ache in her abdomen causing her some trouble, but checking her phone she was relieved to see they were almost there. She had asked for the name and put it into her phone an hour ago, but not only for herself.
    Once again she was aware of the desperate antics of her colleagues, the coffee seemingly enough to cause a number of them some serious issues. The general chit chat stopping and replaced with semi-urgent sighs and noises. Everyone with the exception of India seemed to be sitting with their legs crossed, most trying to read something but their unmoving eyes telling Demi they were too distracted or concentrating on something else. A fact that made watching them and stealing glances a lot easier, although she couldn't help but feel guilty for finding some enjoyment from their discomfort.
    India for her part had her legs squeezed together, a hand firmly resting in her crotch, a faint hue of sweat gathering on her hairline as her brow furrowed occasionally as she flinched in her seat. The woman was clearly feeling her full bladder, although she was probably in a tie for the number of strange noises with Sally. Sat a couple of rows ahead the brunettes’ legs seemed to be double crossed, bounding up and down even quicker than her own as they drove. Her rigid posture and closed eyes a clear sign of the short woman's discomfort. Demi wondered how she could survive if the small coffee they had all gotten was enough to cause this level of discomfort in just a few hours, not that she could blame her for it.
    Feeling the bus hit a large pothole Demi winced as she looked around the bus, her left hand pushing into her crotch. India seemingly feeling the impact severely since she was sat above the wheel arch, her eyes shooting open and her torso quivering as she moaned out loud. A similar groan escaping from many of the others, the loudest squeak unsurprisingly coming from Sally near the front.
    I wonder if she is still dry... Demi thought for a second before shaking her head, trying to remove the lude thoughts from her mind. Why was she like this she thought, they were her colleagues and she had never even considered thinking anything like this in the past. The days events and build up from the week in expectation of her own private games clearly warping her mind as she remained unsatisfied.
    “Sorry about that” Lena said, herself sounding unphased.
    “Are we almost there?” Sally said quietly, her legs wrapping themselves around each other even tighter.
    “Yes, I think its just up this road here” Lena responded, turning sharply and causing another chorus of groans to fill the bus as the contents of the women’s bladders sloshed around inside them.
    Gripping herself tightly Demi was amazed at her own abilities to hold, checking out the other women all looking far more desperate but all having pee’d several times since she had. It was only then that she realised what she had done, checking her watch it had been almost 20 hours since her last bathroom visit. She had held it this morning to maximise her fun, but now as she squirmed in her seat it had been almost an entire day. 20 hours! She thought to herself, she really had outdone herself, all goals and expectations surpassed and by some margin. What was her bladder capable of?
    “We are here” Lena said as the bus slowed to a holt in front of the ski lodge, several sighs of relief sounding around the bus.
    “Oh thank god” Sally said in a repeat of their earlier and single break in the last 9 hours.
    Despite her self praise Demi could definitely use a bathroom right about now. The game she had played was pushing her body quite far and despite surviving at least 8 hours longer than she had planned, the discomfort she was feeling was outweighing any fun she may have been planning. The heavy weight of pee sitting inside her felt like a bowling ball, pressing down on her muscles as she tried to control them in front of her colleagues and boss. Her clothes pushed outwards several centimetres by her bloated organ.
    Stepping off the bus Demi was surprised at the warmth she felt, the mornings snow still piled up at the side of the car park, but it was no where near freezing.  Grabbing her bag she noticed Sally almost dragging her bag ahead of her, unable to stand upright without loosing control of her bladder. The petite 5 foot woman clearly in serious trouble, but thankfully it seemed they had arrived.
    “Hold up guys, I need you to take this stuff to the meeting room!” Lena shouted behind them.
    “I just need to visit the ladies!” Sally squeaked back again without stopping, but their boss was seemingly not in a kind mood.
    “We cant just leave the clients goods in the bus, it will be much faster if you all just grab a box each and carry them over”
    Turning around Demi could tell that it wasn’t a suggestion, Jessie rolling her eyes at her as she too joined in. Each of the women grabbing a box of supplies and uncomfortably heaving them into the air as their bladders strained. Despite the shorter time between bathroom trips, it seemed the coffee had worked her colleagues’ bladders overtime and they were suffering from their bosses generosity. In fact, Lena seemed to be the only one that didn’t seem to need a bathroom break.
    “Right you guys take those over” Lena said indicating to a small lodge building to the side of the main hotel. “Code is 2222. I will go and sign us in and join you shortly.”
    A loud scraping noise interrupted them as they looked over to see Sally hastily dragging a small plastic box behind her as she hurried towards the lodge with her legs pressed awkwardly together.
    “Sally!” Lena called after her.
    “Im sorry, I just really need to use the bathroom” She curtsied slightly in discomfort.
    “What if the clients are already here and saw you doing that with the supplies they had given us?”
    “I…im sorry, please I just….” Sally pleaded
    “Well, if you did things properly then you might have been done already and I wouldn’t have had to interrupt you.” Their boss chastised her before shaking her had and dismissing Sally who with a loud groan and bowing legs picked up the plastic container. Now shambling slowly towards the door of the lodge.
    “Put them all in the meeting room please” Lena finished as she left them too it.
    Punching in the code Jessie swung the door open for the others, sally resorting to dragging the container again now their boss was out of sight.
    “I am literally going to pee my pants!” She admitted as they moved the crates into the fancy meeting room. The one story wood lodge extremely modern looking from the inside, even containing half a kitchen and full bar.
    “I am about 2 minutes behind you” Becca said, before leaning over and whispering “Im not even sure my underwear is still dry after the pothole.” Giggling slightly despite the seriousness of her predicament.
     Only India and Jessie seemed to be largely un effected by the lack of toilets, the red head clearly feeling better now she was out of the bus and walking around. Now that the toilets were so close it seemed that even for Demi the anxiousness of not knowing when she could pee had abated her need somewhat.
    “Where do we put these?” Jessie asked as they gathered in the room, many of them squirming subtly in place and trying to play it off as trying to get warm.
    “I don’t care, lets just put them here.” Sally said, letting go of the box inside the conference looking room near the centre. Shrugging the others joined in, placing or in some cases slinging the containers on or under the large glass table.
    “Ok, I cant hold this any longer. Someone point me towards the toilet or im going out and peeing in the snow” Sally continued, her short legs bounding together as she looked around.
    “I cant see any?” Becca replied as they looked around and Demi could see they were right, it seemed this lodge didn’t go as far as any plumbing, even the kitchen didn’t have any conventional taps or sinks, just a large emersion heater tank.
    “They have got to have one in the lobby” Demi suggested, the group starting towards the door, only for it to swing open.
    “Where do you think you are going?” Lena asked as she entered.
    “I need the bathroom” Sally said, marching on the spot.
    “And you were all just going to leave all the equipment here?”
    “We were going to take it in turns” Sally lied, not caring what she had to do to get out of here and into a bathroom.
    “So, that’s why you were all walking towards the door?” Lena replied raising an eyebrow.
    “The door has a code, we thought it would be safe.” Jessie countered, getting a set of nods from the others.
    “Fine, but one of you should stay here just in case. But now I need you to give me all your passports, apparently they need them to check you all in.”
    “Can’t we do it in like 2 minutes” Sally replied.
    Sighing Lena shook her head, clearly disappointed. “You know, you should all be able to control yourself better than this. This is not the kind of behaviour that I expect from….”
    Lena's comment was cut off as the ground began to shake, the fake glass chandelier above them rocking back and forth as the women grabbed onto the table or walls for balance.
    “Is it an earthquake?” Jessie shouted above the rumble of the ground. But moments later they watched as the windows and doors were suddenly blacked out. The lights inside flickering and leaving them in intermittent pitch black. A thundering noise enveloping the building which seemed to creak and strain from the impact. But a few moments later, as the lights came back on it seemed whatever was happening had stopped, the group taking a moment to breath in relief.
    “Was that an avalanche?” Maggie asked
    “No no no” Sally repeated, going over to the blocked door and trying to open it. But the push door wouldn’t move a millimetre despite the light on the key pad flashing green. “What about the windows she asked desperately?”
    Going over to the few small windows that were three quarters of the way up the wall, Demi ignored the displeased look from her boss as she climbed on a chair. “I…these windows don’t open and they look pretty packed in too.
    “This cant be happening!” Sally moaned, putting both hands between her pretzeled legs..
    “Listen here, im sure it will all be fine. It cant be the first time this has happened, it’s a ski resort. So why don’t we just take a breath and I will go and call the reception. In the meantime, why don’t you start setting up the presentation since it seems we may be stuck here for a couple of hours.” Lena said, almost as if she had been in this situation before. Their unflappable boss truly displaying that characteristic, if she had been even 10 seconds later walking over she could have been caught in that rush of snow and yet she really didn't seem to care about what could have been.
    As Lena turned to walk away, a quiet whimper escaped sally as her bladders refuge was cut off.
    “Maybe it will help take our minds off it” Jessie suggested, bur none of the others seemed particularly enthused by the idea. Even those who were not as desperate as Sally would likely struggle to wait too long if no one came to rescue them. On the plus side at least the lobby was only about 100M away, surely anyone there could help dig out enough to get to them and let them into the main building. If it came to it, she could just smash the door and do it themselves and say it was broken by the avalanche.   
    Attaching the laptop to the projector it seemed something wasn’t working. The lights not turning on and switches seemingly not powered.
    “I think we might have a problem” Demi said as she repeatedly pressed the on button, the others looking up at her with a mixture of relief and annoyance.
    “Yeah its not just that switch, I think they are all out” Maggie added, holding up her phone as if signalling the charger she had plugged in was not working.
    “Maybe a fuse went or something?” Jessie asked, her legs squeezing noticeably closer together than they had been on the bus.
    “Who wants to bet it on the outside of the building” India Joked.
    “Ooh” Sally groaned again, “I really am about to wet myself here.”
    “Look there is Lena, maybe she has some good news?” Demi pointed out as their boss came over to poke her head in.
    “Bad news guys, looks like we might be here for the long run. Seems it was a pretty big one, the rescue teams are on the way but are prioritizing skiers and people that might be hurt at the bottom of the slops. They said that since we are all ok, the best they can do is probably tomorrow morning when the sun comes up.
    “Tomorrow!” Becca and Maggie said simultaneously.
    “Yeah, but the heating still works and some good news, they say that because of the inconvenience we have free reign on the fridge and bar supplies.”
    “I..I cant hold it that long, I need to peeeeee” Sally whimpered.
    “I don’t think any of us can” Becca admitted.
    “I am going to wet myself any minute now” Sally continued
    “You will not pee yourself!, I will not have any of my employees disgracing the name of my company with such a childish act. This company was built by strong independent women and I only employ strong independent women.” Lena said, firmly pointing a finger at Sally.
    “But its been so long, I ca…”
    “No, there is no excuse for this kind of behaviour. If you cant hold yourself to the levels the company demands of you then I will have no excuse but to let you go.” Lena finished, now standing firmly in the doorway.
    “You cant fire us for needing to pee!” Jessie countered.
    “No, But I can fire you for not managing to behave appropriately and disgracing the name of the company. If you remember, you are all on the clock right now!” she said tapping her watch. “You are all being paid for this weekend, all of it. As such, you are expected to represent the company at all times. So there are no excuses.”
    “But…”Sally tried weakly.
    “What did I just say.... Since you are struggling to understand me, ill rephrase it. Any woman who loses control of themselves will no longer work at this company.”
    Silence filled the room, the others barely able to believe what they were hearing, how could someone expect them to hold their pee as part of their job. They all knew Lena was a task master but seriously, this was mad even for her.
    “ I am going to make the most of my phones battery and go and call the home office and see what I can do. No point wasting valuable time.” Their boss finished, turning and walking towards one of the small areas, her phone apparently still able to get signal.
    “She cant be serious can she?”  Jessie asked, the air of disbelief still in the room.
    “I was serious, im about to pee myself.” Sally said, both hands squeezed deeply into her crotch.
    “It cant be legal, to fire us for it?” Demi said quietly, her own bladder tensing up and threatening to implode from the demand she might be putting on it. She had been on the edge 8 hours ago and had walked a tightrope of control since.
    “Well, even if its not. I wouldn’t want to be the one known suing her for being the woman fired for peeing herself. I mean, I can only imagine what the tabloids would do with that.” Jessie commented.
    Once again silence filled the room as they took in the new commands against their body.
     
    “There has to be a way of peeing without her noticing” Demi suggested in a hushed tone.
    “Maybe there are some bottles in the fridge, then we can pee in them and just hide them in our bags or something.” India suggested, the first thing she had said in a while, her face now red and stance more awkward that it had been a minute earlier.
    “Anything, even if its just till we come up with a better idea!” Sally said urgently.
    Opening the fridge’s Becca and Maggie showed they were not going to get lucky this time. The shelves filled with what looked like “Eco” cartons of drink, even the wine and whisky was in weird pouches that once opened would be completely unusable for them to pee into.
    Checking the bar itself Demi was Frustrated to see that while it lacked any sort of real plumbing, there were a row of taps for ale and beer that seemed to operate just fine.
    “What about a cup?” She said holding one up
    “There is nowhere to pour them out and we cant just leave a dozen cups of pee around the place, no way Lena doesn’t notice.” Jessie countered.
    “Oh god” Sally uttered as she staggered a couple of steps towards the table, her hand reaching out and pressing against it as she twisted herself in desperate knots.
    “Wait, what about the stuff?” Demi said, pointing towards the tubs they had carried in.
    “What about them?” Jessie asked confused.
    “They have stuff in from the company and they make medical devices, maybe they have some bags or pots or something to pee in” Demi said, grunting as she fell to her knees too quickly next to the boxes, her bulging bladder sloshing and complaining violently. Painful spasms caused by the shock flowing out from her bloated midsection for a few seconds before thankfully calming down again. While she may have been looking for something to help Sally, she was also hoping to find a solution for her own predicament. She had lasted 20 hours but there was absolutely no way she could last until the morning or even later if no one arrived to help them.
    “I cant see anything” Jessie replied, the others grabbing a box each and looking through them.
    “What are we even looking for?” India asked
    “Something we can pee into without it smelling spilling or being obvious to Lena” Demi replied.
    “So like a portable toilet thing?” Becca asked
    “Hell, I’d seriously take a diaper at this point” Sally replied, her legs shaking violently as she continued to grip her crotch.
    “Ew gross” Maggie replied, turning her nose up at the idea.
    “More gross than me wetting myself right here, which im literally about to do” Sally squeaked.
    “Weirdly, yes” Maggie replied, some of the others looking at her confused for a moment before continuing to dig through the treasure trove of medical devices.
    “What about these” Maggie said a moment later holding up a series of silicone test tube looking things.
    “Too small, now way I don’t make a mess” Sally said, urging them to find something else.
    “Plus, I think we would need about a thousand for all of us to be able to pee into them.” Jessie countered before Becca made a strange noise.
    “I…well we have this” Becca said holding up a long clear plastic tube.
    “What is it?” Demi asked confused by her friend’s interest.
    “It’s one of their new catheters. Its designed to go into their new med station things, makes it easier to handle waste and saves busy nurses a job they don’t want to do anyway”   Becca explained, clearly having read the folder Demi was supposed to have made her way through on the journey. 
    “Do we have one?” Demi asked excitedly
    “I…no, they are pretty big so wouldn’t fit in one of these boxes.” Becca responded, her facial expression changing slightly as she clearly considered what she was about to say next.
    “But it could buy us some time” She said, looking strangely apologetic about what she had just said,
    “What do you mean buy us some time, we still don’t have anything to pee into.” Jessie countered, still flicking through her box in the hope something would come up.
    “I mean, we all have bladders…some bigger than others” Becca said slowly, nodding as if they were supposed to fill in the blanks.
    She couldn’t really mean it right, Demi thought to herself. It had to just be her perverse mind playing tricks on her, there is no way that the others would think that.
    “Look, im about to pee myself can you quit it with the riddles” Sally squeaked, the short woman doubled over in discomfort still wedging her hands between her trembling thighs.
    “I mean why don’t we ‘reallocate’ some of the groups room to each other”
    “I still don’t get what you mean?” Jessie said, clearly not getting it.
    “She means we pee into each other” India said bluntly “Which is…Crazy” She continued, blushing as the words came out of her mouth.
    “You can’t be serious” Jessie replied.
    “Is it even safe?” Sally asked, her desperate mind clearly contemplating it.
    “Why wouldn’t it be. Look, I know its crazy but im not going to lie I really need to pee too and I don’t know how much longer I will be able to hold it. Half an Hour, an Hour Max, the Coffee went straight through me and it wants out. I cant hold it till tomorrow...but we don’t need to, we only need to make it long enough for Lena to also need to pee. Then she will realise that holding it till tomorrow is impossible and let us pee somewhere.”
    “What does that have to do with peeing into each other?” Jessie asked
    “Well If we can give it to the people with the best chance of holding it the longest, then we have the best chance right. Plus… at least one of us here is known for never needing to pee at work” She paused, looking at Demi and causing a cold shiver to run down the sporty brunette’s spine.
    Realising where this was going, a sense of foreboding excitement ran through her body, the prospect of being pumped full of other desperate women’s pee a concept she hadn’t even thought of but was uncomfortably enticing. Her bladders capabilities giving her somewhat of a position of power over them, able to make them wait as long as she wanted them too, to watch them squirm until they were begging her to let them pee into her.
    Pressing her thighs together a raspy breath escaped between Demi’s pursed lips as she felt herself getting dangerously worked up, closing her eyes she twitched slightly as an erotically charged pulse seem to shoot upwards and make her light headed despite her best efforts to ignore her body. Wait, what did she mean, known for not peeing? Were the others watching her, paying attention to her bathroom habits? The thought of everyone in her office watching her after a long day of work, squirming in her chair and taking bets on whether she would make it. Their hungry gazes fixated on her, typing away the last email of the day, then another, and another until she couldn’t hold back any more. She’d had those dreams in the past but it turned out it was almost true.
    But what followed those thoughts soon brought her back to earth, a pulse of desperation from her already maxed out bladder. There was no way, as much as she wanted to, that she would be able to hold all their pee with what was already inside her.
    “I…..” Demi paused, how was she going to explain this. What could she possibly say to explain this, it seemed they knew her proclivity for not peeing and all they had seen her drink today was a single coffee and a water bottle. Nowhere near her usual amount. It wasn't like she could tell them that she hadn’t been to the toilet since yesterday evening, how she had been looking forward to her morning run with a full bladder all week, or about the  extra litre she had drunk before bed despite already feeling a need to pee. Water that combined with her coffee and fruit juice at breakfast was now pounding against the walls of her bladder unlike anything she had felt for a long time.
    Feeling her face heat up she could tell how bright red she was becoming, but as thoughts of every thing she had done raced through her mind her  suddenly dry mouth just hung open unable to say anything at all.
    “Sorry, I know it’s a bit weird” Becca said, looking down. Taking the blushing Demi for someone embarrassed by the suggestion or talk of her bladder.
    “Please, at least a little bit for me” Sally squeaked as she pivoted hard on the spot. “Anyone?” she pleaded quietly to the room.
    “Come on Demi, we have never seen you need to pee.” Jessie added, a slightly strange addition from her housemate who she knew for sure had seen her desperate, but maybe she was better at hiding it than she thought.”
    “Yeah even on that company picnic last year, it was like 8 hours and you didn’t leave once to use the bathroom.” India added.
    “See, I bet you don’t even need to pee now” Jessie said, the others getting increasingly excited by the idea of a way out.
    “I do need to pee a bit” Demi lied, her heart fluttering at the understatement of the month. She had never spoken so openly about this to anyone and now people were demanding she talk to them about her ability to hold, the size of her bladder and her peeing habits.
    “See its been like 10 hours and you only need to pee a little bit, you will be fine!” Becca said enthusiastically.
    Demi could feel the room turning against her, not that she was putting up much of a fight. She knew she should say no, her bladder was already full…or was it. The quiet voice in the back of her mind was shoving its way forwards again, teasing her, telling her to go further, she wasn’t really at her limits after all.
    “Ok fine, but just enough to out hold Lena” Wait…had that come out of her mouth? Demi had surprised herself, not so reluctantly agreeing to Becca’s strange plan. But feeling the butterflies in her chest and lower down, she was doing her best not to be overcome by another sensation as the others grouped around her and Sally, were they going to watch?
    As Becca handed her the device she waved a hand dismissively at the others for some privacy, even with her secret exhibitionist nature she would never really do anything like that especially with work colleagues.
    Quickly reading the pamphlet she managed to get things connected on her end, looking up to see the lock jawed Sally squirming on the spot.
    “So how does it…” But Demi was cut off as Sallys shoulders sagged, her movements slowing and moments later a strange heat began filling Demi’s abdomen. Her already full and bloated bladder stretching more as the contents of Sally’s bladder fired its way across into hers. The poor woman clearly close to her limit, twitching in the release of her pee.
    Grunting Demi’s hands fanned out across her distended bladder, feeling its contents swirling and churning with the new additional liquid. Each second that passed causing spasms to fly through her abdomen, her breath catching in her throat as the unusual sensations continued.
    “Oooo” Demi whimpered softly, a painful cramp causing her to double over and groan. She knew she could have held back the noise but she hoped it would signal to Sally to stop, not wanting to ask her to do it too soon for the weak bladdered woman to make it. But at the same time feeling her body reaching its limits rather quickly.
    Despite this, the seconds continued to pass and so did the liquid from the tiny woman. Demi’s bladder continuing to inflate like a balloon inside her, her muscles clenching instinctively to try and slow the flow. But still, she didn’t say anything, biting her lip she watched the liquid flow through the tube in an almost morbid fascination. Finally Sally ran dry, the “little bit” to help her hold clearly turning out to be her entire bladders worth.
    “Oh god, I am so sorry.” Sally stammered, looking up at Demi.
    For her part she was breathless, sweaty and her entire body was tingling in excitement, nervousness, pain and pleasure. Truly it was something new, unlike anything she had felt, her body doing something completely foreign to her and she wasn’t sure if it was the worst or greatest feeling of her life.
    “I… its ok” Demi said hoarsely as she flinched from a strong spasm, her hand resting on her enlarged bladder that was now pressing even tighter against her athletic ware. The elastic waist cutting into her abdomen but struggling to cover up the bulge entirely.
    “Ok me next!” Becca announced, the group clearly having watched them from around the corner of the room. Its large glass partitions not really offering any cover for them.
    “Wait what?” Demi asked, raising an eyebrow.
    “C’mon C’mon C’mon” Becca said, waving a hand at Sally to give her the device so she could relieve herself.
    “Wait, I didn’t agree to this.” Demi uttered in slight shock.
    “You cant just let Sally go and not the rest of us. We all need to go and there is no way we can hold it much longer” Becca continued.
    “Hey, this was only supposed to be for Sally and then we would try and find another way” Demi protested again.
    “There are no other ways” Maggie added, standing in what seemed to next in line to fill her with her arms crossed and legs stepping urgently from side to side.
    Looking around Demi could see it was true, the large plastic boxes contents now sprawled around the room, with no bottles, containers or anything to use there really were no other options. But that didn’t mean it had to be her right.
    “So, You will all just have to hold it. Look I have already taken one for Sally the rest of you will just have to cope.”
    “The only reason we are in this predicament is because you and Jessie were late. Otherwise we could have stopped several times on the way down.” Maggie responded, her eyes showing some actual resentment towards Demi.
    “Hey, I was supposed to even be here” Demi replied, trying to defend herself.
    “Yeah but now you are, although Jessie is as much to blame as you.” Maggie replied, looking over to the dark skinned beauty staying quiet near the corner.
    “No way, you are not coming near me with that thing” Jessie said, holding her hands up.
    “Really, so you think Demi should get it all even though you were the one to say she would be ready to Lena?” India said accusingly.
    “Well, I didn’t know she was out, or what Lena would do.” Jessie said a little flustered.
    “Come on Jessie, you know you also have a strong bladder too. Just enough to take the edge off a couple of us.” Becca said, starting to dance side to side as Sally was caught between giving her the tube and listening to Demi.
    Standing there Demi wasn’t sure how much more she could take. Her even fuller bladder still giving her grief from the first load from Sally. Maybe it was the fact that this would spread it out, or maybe she subconsciously wanted to filled, but either way the next thing that came out of her mouth was an agreement. She would take half and Jessie would take the other, despite her house mates objections it seemed they were falling on deaf ears.
    Maggie had found another tube and was currently forcing it into the hands of Jessie, while Becca had finally gotten the tube from Sally and had rapidly attached herself to it.
    “Oooahhhh” Becca moaned in relief.
    “Just a bit, remember,” Demi said as she gritted her teeth, the uncomfortable sensation of her bladder being filled starting up once again. The strange heat radiated through her core, her hands exploring her stretching body excitedly despite the painful pressure building inside her.
    “Okay that’s enough” Demi said more forcefully this time.
    “Oooh ahh” Becca groaned, clenching her thighs as a couple of seconds later she managed to stem the flow, keeping enough in herself to stop Demi exploding on the spot.
    Breathing heavily Demi pressed both hands into her crotch, Suring up her defences and helping her unhappy muscles to hold.
     
    “Stop, Stop, STOP!” Jessie cried out behind them, a sense of real urgency easy to hear in her voice as Maggie peed into her.
    “I’ve only just stared, URGH, I cant” Maggie cried quietly.
    “I cant, my bladder!” Jessie whimpered as she cradled her stomach. Despite still showing no signs of a bladder bulge, it was clear that she was feeling the impacts of the stream from Maggie which was continuing.
    Resorting to groaning Jessie was twitching on the spot, her face screwed up in discomfort as she squirmed. Her comprehension no longer even able to tell Maggie to stop, which was fortunate because it didn’t seem like she was planning, or able too. For 20 more seconds a clear liquid flowed through the tube, forcing its way into Jessie.
    The connected women groaning softly but for opposite reasons. Maggie enjoying relieving herself for the first time in almost 5 hours, while a low whine escaped Jessie as she reluctantly accepted the other woman's pee despite having been denied a bathroom break herself for the same amount of time.
    Finally the flow stopped, Maggie looking up sheepishly as she realised what she had done. Apparently neither her nor Sally could control themselves. The pair of them fully emptying themselves into Demi and Jessie, their tardiness coming back to haunt them.
    “MMMMmm” Jessie hummed through her pursed lips, holding up a finger aggressively to stop Maggie speaking.
    Looking on Demi half expected to see the liquid shoot back down the tube and back into the smaller woman. But somehow as the others watched on nervously Jessie acclimatised to her new bladders fullness.
    “I…I cant hold this, there is no way” The brunette said firmly, the group still trying to be quiet to keep what they were doing a secret from their boss on the other side of the building.
    Clearly wondering the same thing as Demi, Maggie decided it was best to not wait any longer and disconnected herself, offering the free end to India.
    “No!” Jessie said firmly “ I will piss myself if you go anywhere near that, and I’ll sure as anything take you all down with me.” She threatened, still half doubled over and holding herself.
    “But I need to pee” India said, her exclamation strangely innocent sounding as she curtsied in the middle of the group.
    “Use Demi, I am full” Jessie announced, clearly indicating she was done with this idea even if they were trying to blackmail the pair of them.
     
    Not even really waiting for any permission India slowly walked over, moving towards taking the tube still connected to Demi who was really starting to regret accepting this crazy idea. She had already taken all of Sally’s and probably half of Maggie’s bladder on top of her own that she would previously have listed as full. How she was still holding was a mystery to her, even as she looked down at her massive bulge of a bladder she wondered where it was going and how much more would fit there. She was clearly capable of far more than she thought, her body reaching new extremes as it was pumped full. Yet even as it ached, painful pulses shooting across her taught skin she could feel the pleasure following it. The strange ecstatic tingles all over her body, radiating out enticingly.
    “I guess I don’t have any choice” Demi said, accepting her fate and strangely not hating the thought of it. Although, as fun as it may have been seeming in the short term, she would likely hate it in the long run. But how long could Lena really hold it, she had never exhibited any super holding abilities…although Demi had never really paid much attention to it.
    “Can we do this somewhere more private?” India said as she took the tube.
    But holding her hands up, there really was nowhere else to go.
    “I don’t think I can do it with you all watching, would you mind going in there maybe?” India asked, blushing as she asked Demi to do it in the state of the art business suite. Despite the glass walls it seemed not being in the same room would help her, not that it made any difference to Demi.
    “Sure, why don’t you guys grab a seat and we will be over shortly” Demi smiled, nodding towards the leather sofa’s and book shelves in the corner of the large wood cabin.
     
    “Thank you” India said as she approached Demi to get the tube, having not got that far last time.
    Going to hand it over Demi was suddenly surprised by the closeness of her co-workers face which had appeared right next to her. The red head leaning in towards her, a strange smile on her face.
    “I know why you are doing this.” The red head said, smugness and a tint of something else audible in her tone.
    “What” Demi said, trying to sound as innocent as possible. She couldn’t possibly mean what she said right?
    “You forget, I am the ICT girl, I fix all your computers and see all your dirty little secrets.” India whispered almost seductively, her face close enough that Demi was sure she could feel the warmth coming from her cheeks as she swallowed deeply and tried to compose her voice so it wouldn’t crack when she finally spoke.
    “I don’t…”
    “You really should delete your browsing history before asking someone to fix something on it. I didn’t even go looking, it was just there in the most visited when I opened it up to connect to our sever.” India smiled, turning away from Demi now clutching the tube. Although strangely her posture was now much more relaxed, her desperation seemingly having disappeared instantly.
    “What do you want?” Demi asked quietly, still blushing madly, her entire body hotter than she thought possible, but not in a good way. This was humiliating, to have someone else know her secret, she was usually so careful, how could she have slipped up!
    “Nothing, except to use you when I need to tonight. I’m not as much into holding it as you, although I expect you will have enough fun watching the others squirm.” India said calmly, although there was clearly a small tremor in her voice, one that if she hadn’t been so preoccupied with her own situation Demi may have noticed.
    “And?” Demi asked nervously
    “Nothing.” India said, shrugging.
    “Wait, that’s it?” Demi asked, slightly relieved.
    “What yeah, I mean ive known for months. I hadn’t planned on doing anything with that information but then….” India stopped herself. “You know…” she indicated to the door currently still blocked in by the snow.
    “Fine, but you better not get me fired.” Demi replied defensively.
    “Trust me, that’s not my intention” India said lowering her shoulders and relaxing her torso now the tube was attached.
    A few moments later and without warning, Demi once again felt her taught bladder filling even more. Closing her eyes she breathed deeply, more powerful and painful pulses shooting out from the core of her body.
    But to her surprise after only 10 – 12 seconds she felt the stream stopped, was that it?
    Opening her eyes she looked at India, puzzled as to why her would be black mailer was holding back.
    “Why, I mean what..”
    Smiling India let out a single laugh.
    “Where would be the fun in that. Besides, I don’t really need to go. I just thought I would take the edge off and give you a taste. You see I wont be doing a Maggie and blowing my load in one go, so to speak. I want you to start getting comfortable, maybe thinking you can hold it, only for me to come calling.”
    Why was India doing to this, she had been nothing but nice to her at work. But worse, why was she enjoying this, she should hate it. She was being black mailed; her secret being used against her. Her bladder was literally being dominated, controlled, and filled by someone else who didn’t care how full she was. Someone who would likely keep peeing into her all night in secret…
    “Ooohoa” Demi moaned as a shiver of pure pleasure ran up her spine.  The noise causing another smirk to appear on India’s face opposite her.
    “Should we go and join the others?” India said, carefully folding up the tube and placing it into her pocket.
     
    Walking back out into the main room Demi watched as India seemed to switch back to her quiet but social woman persona. Her bladders dominator walking over to the kitchen area Demi felt her bladder churn and a pit open in her stomach.
    “So who wants a drink, I am parched” India announced, pulling herself a pint of beer from the tap.
    “Sure” the others all agreed other than Jessie, the group clearly enjoying their empty bladder and almost instantly forgetting the discomfort they were in mere minutes earlier.
    Demi wanted to say something to stop them, but looking up she caught India’s gaze which told her not to do or say anything. Her mouth opening for a moment before she closed it, keeping her objection to herself as she watched the large pint glasses begin to be filled with the frothing amber liquid.
     
     
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    Chapter 4: Tipping the Scales
    Sitting down with the others Demi eyed them slightly, the group clearly relaxing as they drank their beers. The free booze taking the edge off what would ordinarily have been a bit of a worrying predicament. After all, while they may no longer need to pee they were still trapped.
    “Crisps?” India asked still near the bar, holding up a packet of salted crisps and other bar snacks before tossing some to each of them as they held up their hands.
    Crossing her legs, Demi instead put a hand on her thigh, pressing firmly into her skin as she leaned forwards slightly. Her bladder and body were throbbing in desperation and discomfort as it tried to get attuned to the new contents and pressure inside her. Looking down she could see her bladder sticking out several inches at this point, the pot belly replacing her ordinarily flat stomach. Its contents continuing to swirl and press up against her muscles that somehow, were still holding the ocean inside at bay.
    But in forcing her body to do so, she was really pushing it to its limits. Even as she sat there, her legs tightly crossed and trying to act normally, her entire body was burning. Sweat starting to form all over her as a stress response to what she was making it do, even her well trained muscles were starting to struggle with her demands.
    Chewing her bottom lip she could feel the nerves creeping back in, her legs uncrossing and re-crossing the other way around. There was absolutely no way she could hold it much longer and yet she wanted to. Caught in a strange feeling of not wanting to let India down by wetting herself almost a stronger impulse to hold than loosing her job. But feeling a painful fork shoot up her right side where running gear constricted her bladder, she decided she’d had enough of this.
    “Im going to go and get changed” She said, the others looking over or not caring about what she had just said as they enjoyed their new comfort.
     
    Grabbing her bag she found a secluded corner, stripping off her athletic ware she breathed in relief as her bladder was finally able to expand fully. The tight line across her abdomen leaving her skin red and almost bruised looking due to the force being applied by her bloated bladder.
    Pressing on it she squirmed, her legs squeezing together as she played with her bladder. Looking down she looked weeks if not months pregnant at this point, the normal sized bladder bulge she had seen more than once with her holds, replaced by a giant mound. Her skin pulled tight over her extended midsection so painfully full of pee. Taking a finger she tried to press it in again, but it was completely rock sold, her organ clearly full to the brim and unable to be compressed by a not so gentle prod.
    Groaning quietly as she leant over to grab her pyjama’s jogging bottoms and a loose shirt she was still finding a way of enjoying the sensations going on inside her as she stayed bent over a few extra moments to enjoy the pressure. Her mind going back to last night when she had worn these clothes, blissfully unaware of the day that would follow her. If she had known would she had peed? or would she have held it anyway? She honestly didn’t know at this point, something that was slightly concerning to her. But then again, when was the last time she actually had fun, or did anything that felt as exciting as this. Her life had become monotonous in the worst way, but now she found herself living one of her ultimate sexual fantasies and surrounded by other desperate women. Was this why she was enjoying it so much, because it was so unlike anything she had done in months or years? What her younger self wouldn't have given to be in this position, although if it hadn't been her co-workers and boss it would probably have been more fun. Especially given the extra unseen forces for India somehow finding out her secret, but she had known for months and not said anything? Demi's  thoughts going back to the conversation and now able to process her remarks.
    Why had India waited until now, she would have let her use her just like the others anyway. Why admit what she knew to her?
    Looking over she couldn’t help but see India in a new light, no longer the quiet social able one she was a cruel mistress hidden under the cute exterior. She couldn't believe how she had switched so easily between her bladders task master and friendly co-worker to the others, look at her over there at the bar, the way the light danced off her long scarlet hair, her smile even the way she laughed at something Becca said…shit, was she getting feelings for her co-worker… No, its just the haze of desperation she tried to convince herself.
    Kicking her clothes into her bag instead of risking bending over, Demi gave herself a moment to press between her legs both for the enjoyment and reassurance it gave her that she could hold. The pressure had abated a little with the much looser clothing, although even with the ribbon pulls completely loose her trousers were tighter than she could ever remember them being.
     
    Walking back out she took her seat again, sitting down slowly and carefully she saw a knowing smile from India.
    “Hey, so we were just asking. If you could live in any tv series, book or film universe what would you choose?” Sally asked cheerfully, clearly feeling a lot better.
    “Uuuhh…” Demi responded, surprised by the random question.
    “So far we have had, Narnia from Sally, Avengers from Jessie..”
    “For Captain America” Jessie chimed in, her face still looking a little clammy but appearing much calmer than she had earlier. Knowing the feeling Demi was sure that the pulses and extreme discomfort she had felt the first time had likely subsided and helped Jessie feel more in control again. 
    “You realise Chris Hemsworth exists in this world right?”  Demi asked, getting a thoughtful look from her housemate as if she had never considered that.
    “Star wars from Maggie and I said Lord of the Rings.” Becca finished the round.
    “I dunno, maybe Westworld?” Demi shrugged
    “Oh yeah!” Jessie laughed, a couple of others smirking at her.
    “What?” Demi asked, although she was already regretting her answer now she had thought about it.
    “Nothing, but we all know what that park was really made for” Becca joked.
    “Gross, no its just I love cowboy stuff but who wants to die of Polio.” Demi countered their remarks.
    “Don’t you have to be rich to go to the park thing in that show?” India asked, still leaning on the bar.
    “Well yeah, but come on if Jessie can pick Marvel to date Captain America, I can be rich in mine?”
    “Fair” Becca said, holding an open bag of crisps towards her.
    Taking a crisp Demi smiled for the first time in what felt like ages. Her body relaxing slightly despite complaints from her bladder as she sat back and the group started to get to know each other without the distractions of phone or televisions.
     
     
     
    “Guys, I need to pee again.” Becca announced a couple of hours later, her leg bouncing having increased steadily through the evening. The cheerful atmosphere leading to a couple more drinks and snacks as the group enjoyed the break from what had turned out to be a stressful day.
    “Well you are just going to have to hold it.” Jessie said sternly, her demeanour had also become more carefree until the unpleasant reminder of what she had done earlier.
    “I do too…” Sally said quietly, despite having emptied herself fully it seemed her small bladder was going to cause them yet more trouble if they were all still going to try and make it without anyone being fired.
    “Maybe Demi you could..”
    “Oh no, im done.” Demi said, pointing with a large crisp in her hand and drawing a line in the air.
    “But…” Sally squeaked
    “Im not the one who drank the beers, I might have been part of the problem with us being late but this time its on you guys to hold”. She said firmly but trying not to spoil the atmosphere. She felt a little bad, but she really was full and now they would just be taking advantage of her earlier kindness. It may have been exciting and fun to begin with, but now things were starting to get serious. All of the relief that changing into her casual wear had brought her, had steadily disappeared with each extra minute her bladder was tasked with holding back at least 3 bladders worth of pee. She had taken her one for the team, she was done!
    “Please, just a little I am sure Lena needs to pee by now.” Sally begged.
    “Where is Lena anyway?” 
    “I guess she is still on a call?” Demi said craning her neck around to check for her boss.
    “Well maybe she already needs to pee, she cant be on her own all night. We just have to wait a little longer.” Maggie said, her crossed legs clearly including herself in the ones waiting.
    “But what if she doesn’t need to pee?” Sally asked glumly.
    “Then we make her need to pee” India replied, her tone suggesting it was a casual remark despite the strangeness of it.
    “What does that mean?” 
    “I mean we just get her talking about something and ply her with some drinks. Eventually after a few pints she will need to pee and then maybe she will come up with something, or at least relent on us having to hold it all night.”
    “You cant be serious?” Maggie questioned suspiciously. 
    “Why not” India shrugged “Its not like we are doing anything mean, we are just giving her a couple of drinks and its up to her how to act right? Who knows she might actually have a solution we haven't thought of”
    “I like this plan, maybe we should start it sooner rather than later though?” Becca nodded, her legs pressing against each other tightly.
    “Sure, Ill go take her some water assuming the taps work?” Demi said, slowly raising her bloated form from the chair, her muscles complaining at being taken from their comfy refuge as gravity took control of the mass of pee contained within her body.
    Walking over to the bar she searched through the cupboards, finding a large pitcher she inspected the base 2.74L, was that too much? Well she didn’t have to drink it all.
    Grabbing the pitcher she began to fill it, the noise of the immersion tap causing her to squirm in place as the clear water splashed noisily into the glass container. Filling it to the brim she grabbed an empty glass and started towards where her boss had been for the last couple of hours.
    Knocking on the door softly she could hear one half of a conversation, so she was still awake and on the phone. Stepping in she placed the water down on a table with the glass, getting an appreciative nod from her boss who was pacing around, clearly anxious about something. Taking a moment to glance around the room Demi could see a couple of bottles of water and other things piled neatly in the rubbish bin, she had clearly been helping herself to contents of the mini fridge without anyone realising.
    Walking back out and closing the door the others gave her a look as to ask how it had gone, but Demi just shrugged, what were they expecting from her. Its not like their boss would have pissed herself in secret. “She is still on a call, doesn’t seem to be going that well but who knows.”
    “So now what?” Sally asked eagerly.
    “We just wait, at some point she will need to pee.” Demi said confidently, moaning softly as she sat down again, her back thankful for the support of the seat. The added weight of pee inside her pulling at not just her bladders muscles.
     
    However, 45 minutes came and went as the group sat there in hopeful anticipation, but there was still no sign of their boss, the women all showing increasing levels of desperation as time ticked on. Becca having half emptied herself a couple of hours earlier was seemingly filling back up to previous levels, while Sally who had been completely empty was regretting the two pints of beer that India had plied her with. As evening passed into night the room had become a lot quieter as most small talk gave way to silent desperation.
    “Hey Demi, did you say you had some pain killers earlier, think I am getting a head ache?” India said breaking the tension and rubbing her temple. Although Demi didn’t remember saying anything about pain killers during her conversations.
    “Yeah I chucked some in your bag” Jessie said from her position now all but curled up in the foetal position on one of double the couches, her arms wrapped around her abdomen and both hands pressing deeply between her legs as she held her bladder at bay. But as one of the only ones not to drink, it seemed she had managed to almost adjust to the constant need to pee from the liquid that had been forced into her. A single coffee and Maggie’s full but seemingly small bladder enough to give her some discomfort but not enough to break her…yet.
    “Ok, ill come and help you look” India said, standing and heading towards the office where they had dumped their bags. Standing slowly Demi breathed out heavily through her nose as she once again felt the strain of standing. Her muscles growing impatient with her long hold and wanting to finally free themselves of the burden of pee sitting inside her bladder
    “You know I could probably have found them on my own” Demi said, a little confused why India had come with her, but a moment later the smile on the red heads face reminded her of their little arrangement. Not that she had forgotten, but she had successfully put it to the back of her mind given the fun and casual evening they had all spent chatting.
    “Well I was about to explain, but going off that look on your face I’m guessing you figured it out.” India said smugly, rummaging through Demi’s things.
    “What do we have here?” She added, holding up a tube and shaking it slightly a few moments later.
    “They are hydration tablets from my run this morning” Demi answered.
    “My my, we did come prepared.” India smiled again before pocketing them “Who knows, they might prove useful. But we should get this started, otherwise the others might get suspicious and we wouldn’t want them thinking they had been short changed and demanding to use you as well would we.”
    “No” Demi said softly, the proposition sounding much less fun than it had 3 hours ago.
    “How are you feeling by the way.” India asked, a hint of genuine concern in her voice.
    “Full” Demi moaned, her hands moving to her bloated bladder that seemed to be quivering in anticipation. The dull pulses and pains shooting through her for the last few hours almost becoming normal, her long hold taking her muscles and body to the edge and forcing it to stay there for hours on end. But now she was about to move the edge, another load of pee was on its way as she looked down at the tube, time almost seeming to slow down as it approached her. But then it was there, the warm tightness, aching and painful while India breathed out in relief.
    This time Demi could almost feel her bladder creaking under the strain as she stretched it once more, the new intake surpassing the last as she bit down on her hand to stop herself groaning in discomfort. A muffled noise escaping but hopefully not loud enough for anyone to hear.
    On and on the pee went, it was probably only seconds but It felt like so much more to Demi. Her straining muscles sending signal after signal through her body, her nerves transmitting the instruction that her bladder was full, but still she ignored them, even as the pressure grew.
    Gripping herself as tightly as she could Demi hissed out another complaint as she clenched her jaw and stood rigidly on the spot, hoping to turn to stone or some other way of holding herself together. Although as she felt another painful pulse, she wondered if stone would be enough or would it crack against the pressure building up inside of her body.
    Finally after what felt like an age the flow stopped, India once again stemming the flow and not relieving herself fully. Was this pity or was this cruelty, to need to fill her later once more.
    With a shaky hand Demi handed back the device to India before thrusting it back between her legs, doubling over as the strongest spasms yet tore through her body. Wave after wave of desperation flowing up from her bladder as her entire body seemed to be contracting around it. Pressing both hands deeply between her clenching thigh’s, and feeling her core muscles trembling under the new weight of pee inside her she groaned softly again. Cupping herself she felt the first cracks in her defence appear as she spasmed uncontrollably, her bladder still sealed shut but threatening to release her long held waters. The tremors feeling deeper and more desperate than they had until now. A strange feeling as though her very body was fighting itself, impulse against muscle.
     Finally after a few perilous moments of worrying she might actually be about to wet herself, Demi managed to slowly straighten up. Pressing her legs together she controlled her breathing and as quick as her overburdened body would allow she followed India back to the main group.
    Sitting down carefully she twitched slightly, the position now applying pressure even when sitting. Her bladder spilling out onto her lap and had she not had her muscular thighs under her, she would have thought that her bladder would have been touching the chair between her legs, such was its size. Stroking a strand of hair from her sweaty face she tucked it behind her ear, flexing her neck to work out a crick as even it seemed to be under more strain than normal.
    “You ok, you look a little pale” Sally asked, her own legs double crossed and bouncing up and down. Part of Demi had forgotten about her and the others increasing needs, but she was in no condition to help them now.
    “Just a little tired” She lied
    “It has been a long day” Sally smiled back.
    Hearing a quiet rattling coming from the corner room the group looked over, mostly in relief to see their boss walking towards them with an empty pitcher in hand.
    “Does anyone have a phone with an unlimited plan. Mine has just died, turns out the man who sold this to me in the shop was clearly lying about its all day battery.” She lamented to the group.
    “Sorry mines dead”, “Me too” the group announced together as their boss rolled her eyes. “What was wrong with the old phones, mine use to last all week never mind all day.” She uttered to the group, the comment making her seem much older than she was.
    “You want a drink boss?” India said, the term both a familiar name they used but also something she was happy with as it still showed her the seniority she had over them.
    “Sure, but you lot had better not be getting drunk. We still have business to do tomorrow.” She looked around the room sternly.
    “No, just a couple of beers.” Maggie replied, appeasing their boss who on this trip was reaching new levels of professional expectations of their behaviours.
    Looking over Demi couldn’t help but meet the eyes of India who had a glint in her eye again, her hands disappearing beneath the table for a few seconds as she carefully watched the group. Soon they reappeared above the glass, trying to subtly drop something into the drink. The half filled pint glass frothing slightly before India swirled it around and put it back under the tap to fill it up to the top. The white head covering any evidence of what had just transpired.
    Going wide eyed Demi looked away, almost not wanting to see the incriminating evidence of what must have just happened. Her task master clearly spiking her bosses drink with the hydration tablets she had “confiscated” earlier. From her experience one was enough to increase her need to pee subtly, but quickly over an hour or so. She didn’t know how many India had put in, but it was clearly more than one from the amount of fizzing. The extra strength and caffeine boosted tablets sure to make an impact. But, while part of her knew she should say something, another part knew this was likely the only way that she let alone Sally would get to pee tonight. Their bosses bladder seemingly indomitable as she sat with her legs apart, several bottles of water, coffee and even a large pitcher of water not enough to make her show the slightest signs of needing a bathroom. Her earlier pacing must have just been due to the call.
    Watching her boss take the glass from India she sipped it, nodding approvingly at the taste which apparently she liked.
    “Bit of a strange fruity after taste but not bad” She summarised leaning back. Getting a couple of strange looks from the others, none of who remembered it tasting fruity. Likely down to the lack of dissolved summer fruit tablets in theirs…as far as Demi was aware.
    “Now what?” Sally mouthed to Demi as her legs bounced in a more restrained manner. Their bosses appearance clearly making the young women reign in her desperate antics, but given it had been over 3 hours again since her last bathroom break, she would likely be as desperate as ever.
    Now sitting in almost silence the group awkwardly exchanged glances between each other, unsure of what to talk about with their boss right there. The not even middle aged woman not known for idle chit chat or games, her professional demeanour apparently a constant affair and not just something she put on at work. Thinking about it, Demi wasn’t sure if she knew a single thing about the woman in front of her. But feeling her bladder complaining again, she knew she needed something, anything to take her mind of it and to put the painful impulses and cramping muscles to the back of her mind.
    “So um…” Demi started before really thinking about what she was going to say. “How did the call go?” she panicked, defaulting to work talk and getting a couple of eye rolls from her colleagues.
    “Oh you know, standard bureaucracy and incompetence." She said taking another long swig of her drink. “You see our partners at Jenkins and sons are supposed to be managing the Bradstreet expansion right, but they have literally no idea what they are doing.” Taking another long swig from her drink Lena stared off into the distance thinking for a moment, Demi catching a look from Sally as if to keep going. She was a little confused until she saw that Lena had drained almost three quarters of her beer already. The others in the group catching on as India seemingly began pouring another beer, ready to swap out for their bosses one. A strange sense of excitement filling the glances between the group as they realised they might be on to something here. Apparently talking about other peoples incompetence was some what of an inhibitor remover for their boss, enabling them to start sneaking drinks through her defences and increasing their chances she would need to pee.
    Sure enough a couple of minutes later she set her empty glass down to the side, it was almost immediately replaced by India who couldn’t help but wink to Demi as she passed causing her to blush madly.
    “You know” Lena said picking up her new drink and still pondering. “The real problem is that their leadership is too lax, they give their employees to much freedom and that means that they get away with working slowly.” Stopping again for another swig she this time turned to look directly at Demi “If I was them, I’d get rid of all of the middle management. Just have it like we do, Boss” she said pointing at herself with her thumb, “and then workers.” She said now indicating to them. “If they lack the ability to manage a team in person, then they shouldn’t be in charge of a whole company” she finished.
    “Get rid of all of them?” Maggie asked, trying to keep the conversation as India already began refilling her previous glass.
    As all attention moved to their boss it seemed to lift the groups spirits, they had formed a single group with a single mission, fill their boss with as much liquid as she could take. With each cup that was drunk, their chances of not being fired by the woman drinking them increased.
    But even as minutes became hours and the seventh pint was finished, it seemed their bosses bladder really was bottomless. A fact that was not lost on any of the increasingly stressed looking women sat around on the chairs. Even Demi was feeling her bladder throb more and more, despite only taking tiny sips from a glass of water next to her. The optimism the pints had given her an hour ago, not surviving this far as she crossed her legs tightly, squeezing them against each other rhythmically.
    “Well then, I think we should maybe call it a night. It is getting late and I want you all up bright and early tomorrow so we can make the most of the day.” Lena said, finishing off the remnants of her pint and standing up while patting her stomach as if taunting them. Demi’s bladder spasming hard as if it had been hit instead.
    Leaving them too it, the group stared at each other in disbelief, their plan in tatters despite going off without a hitch.
    “I have to pee!” Sally whined as the gathered around.
    “Your telling me, I cant believe she didn’t need to go. What are we supposed to do?” Maggie asked nervously.
    “Maybe some of the snow has melted and we can get the door to move?” Becca said hopefully, but after a quick check it was easy to see that the compact white layer trapping them in was as solid as ever. Now the sun had gone down and the temperature dropped it seemed even more jammed as the melted snow became Ice.
    “Now what?” Maggie asked again, her hands in her crotch as she began stepping quickly from one foot to the next.
    “I cant last until tomorrow, I will barely make it 10 minutes” Sally whined, all hope having left the group as their boss seemed completely unphased by what she had drunk. Their last-ditch attempt for some comfort tonight had come to absolutely nothing. With the realisation they were all but bared from peeing, their bladders wanted rid of the last 5 hours’ worth of pee with renewed force. Checking her watch it was gone 10PM, many of them somehow lasting longer than they had even on the bus, but as such their control or at least confidence seemed to be slipping.
    “Maybe we could….” Maggie started, turning to Demi with a hand open to her.
    “No, I said earlier im done with that.” Demi shut them down again.
    “But you look like you are still so confident, you barely look more desperate than you did earlier.” Becca added sweetly, a sense of slight jealously detectable in that comment. 
    Standing with her legs pressed tightly against each other Demi couldn’t argue that she was still doing well. She didn’t know how or why, but no matter how much was pushed into her overfilled bladder it didn’t break, just like it never had before without her giving up control. The last lost from India had pushed her further than she had ever been, although that wasn’t about to stop being true from this point on.
    The strong pulses and almost disastrous quivers from her bladder had somewhat subsided with no fresh intake for at least 2 hours. In fact, other than the pain and stretched skin, she felt in control. Her giant bladder troubling her massively but securely shut away, something she couldn’t say the same about for the dancing women in front of her. Watching them pee dance it tugged at her heart in both a kind but also horrible way that made her feel a little guilty for enjoying it so much. She was sure the events of this day would surly be burned into her mind for the rest of her life, not that she had much time to enjoy them at the moment.
    “Please” Sally begged looking up at her. “I don’t want to get fired”.
    “I don’t know if I can…” Demi said slightly breathlessly.
    “Ok what if its just us 3? The others don’t seem as bad as us” Maggie joined in, indicating to her Sally and Becca.
    “I….I suppose I could take a little, but I mean a little. My bladder cant take that much or it will explode and you can be the one explaining it to Lena.”
    Getting a series of nods from the three desperate women Demi Sighed, what was she doing she thought to herself. This was madness, in fact the entire day had been madness. First her run which she had already thought she was desperate before getting interrupted. A 9 hour journey into a different country, an avalanche and to top it all off she was about to be filled with her co-workers pee, and not even for the first time.
    On unsteady legs Demi walked towards the private corner they had been using, pausing for a moment as she felt India attempt to secretly hand her the tube so the others wouldn’t get suspicious.
    Standing awkwardly the three of them clearly trying to wait patiently but failing as she entered the room a few moments after them.
    “Me first, I only went partly last time, so im still dying from then” Becca said hurriedly as she bobbed  her knees, a gleeful look on her face as if she had won a prize when no one objected.
    Getting it connected was much harder this time, her control now linked to muscles that had been locked in a vice like grip for almost half a day.
    “R…Ready?” the smaller woman asked.
    Biting her lip Demi did the best she could to prepare for what was going to happen. Nodding slowly she saw Becca’s legs wobble as she let go, the tube rumbling slightly as more hot pee steamed towards her begrudging bladder.
    Wincing involuntarily she felt her already stretched bladder forced to grow even more. Her body fighting what she was doing every step of the way as she groaned quietly, Becca pushing her own desperate relief onto Demi. Almost instantly the pressure inside her had doubled if not tripped, causing her to take a sharp intake of breath.
    “Ok stop now.” Demi said after only a few seconds as her hands moved to support her creaking bladder.
    “Im trying” Becca squeaked, twisting her legs she just about managed to stem the tide, doubling over and placing a hand on her thigh as a few final spurts fought their way through and down the tube into Demi.
    “Thank you” Becca panted, rubbing her aching but now thankfully a little emptier bladder.
    Wasting no time Sally had seemingly already undressed down to her underwear and grabbed the tube from Becca, giving poor Demi almost no time to recover before she was attached to the next cruel donor.
    With little warning and even as her bladder continued to spasm from Becca's load, she felt Sally's pee already entering her. Feeling her bladder protest violently as the second dose of pee flooded in. Unable to stop herself Demi groaned loudly, doubling over and balling up her hands into tight fists as she fought back the discomfort. Last time it hadn’t been pleasant but this time there was just so much extra pressure, as if she was finally reaching her bodies physical limits. Her still growing bladder feeling as if it was almost being crushed inwards by everything around her again.
    “Im…” Demi groaned, unable to form words and tell the petite woman to stop.
    But as she let out a louder groan, her entire body shaking violently with a spasm, she felt the flow of urine stop. Either Sally was doing what she said she would, or she was taking pity on her. Either way she didn’t care, her entire body was racked with desperation. But it wasn’t over yet.
    Stepping up next to the almost conveyor belt of bladder fillers, Maggie grabbed the tube from Sally who was starting to think this had been a bad idea. But watching those two relieve themselves, even slightly, had been too much for Maggie. Her bladder had almost released its contents in sympathy, not that she was showing any to Demi. In a swift action Maggie took the device and attached it to herself, her underwear sporting a small wet spot that showed just how close she was to losing it. Immediately a new torrent started, the pressurised stream erupting from her. A small bulge visible in Maggie’s abdomen now she was all but naked that had not been there before.
    Moaning out loud again Demi could feel the pressure inside her increasing massively, causing her to stoop once more while cradling her massive and still growing bladder.
    “Oh god, oh god, oh god” Demi repeated breathlessly as her hands tried to help carry the weight of her bladder as Maggie continued to fill it beyond anything she had seen before. The spikes of desperation and pulses now an endless wave of desperate feelings and signals that washed over her body constantly.
    Feeling the pressure still increasing she couldn’t help but moan again and again as she clenched everything she could. Her bladder distending to ridiculous proportions that made her wonder if she could even survive once she was detached.
    “P…Please I cant, you have to stop” She whimpered.
    “Ok,  im stopping” Maggie claimed, but still her pee carried on leaving her body, the small bulge all but gone in just the few seconds she had been peeing.
    “Oooohhh” Demi moaned, shuddering violently as her bladder screamed at her to let it pee.
    Finally after a few more seconds the stream finally ended, her torment over. But as she battled her body, Demi wasn’t sure if she could even move, let alone hold it.
    “So…much” Demi groaned as she clutched herself, the pressure inside of her now indescribable. Her hands and crossed legs the only thing keeping the dam from breaking under the weight of all the extra pee she had just taken. Her abused bladder now spasming madly.
    “You’re a life saver” Maggie sighed contently, clearly feeling much, much better. Her demeanour making Demi wonder quite how much she took from her in those few seconds, it sure felt like a lot.
    “Mmmm” Demi hummed as she continued struggling, the others looking at her in a way that didn’t make her feel any better. But as the seconds passed she was slowly regaining control of herself. The pressure unrelenting but immanent loss of control avoided.
     
    A few minutes later the women all said their goodnights, splitting up to grab the separate couches, chairs and padded benches that lined the expansive lodge. Finding herself in a smaller meeting room off the side Demi had found a long couch by one of the windows, pulling it out with some effort into the room.
    Looking at it Demi didn’t know how she was going to be able to sleep or even lie down. Could her tired and abused muscles take it?
    Teetering slightly where she stood, her entire body on Fire she quickly discarded her top and pushed her trousers from the mound that was pushing out of her body. Sitting first she slowly swivelled her body around, grunting as she twisted before lowering herself back carefully as if she had an injury she was trying not to make worse instead of just an overfilled bladder ready to explode.
    Finally down she let out a sigh, her body aching and tired after the long day and lack of sleep the night before. But lying on her back she was in shock and awe at the size of her bladder, towering inches above her body and bloated beyond her wildest imagination. Her white skin taught and pulled tight by the towering monstrosity of a bladder she was now containing.
    “Jesus” She moaned softly, her hands hovering above her bladder desperately wanting to touch but knowing that any slight contact would cause her significant pain and possibly be the end of it all. Staring at her distended abdomen lustfully she could feel her eyes becoming heavy, her exhaustion overtaking her as her blinks became longer and longer until she was in darkness.
     
    Rubbing her eyes Demi shook her head, confused at where she was. Dim music was playing and she seemed to be in an elevator although the numbers on the sign seemed to be in complete gibberish. Trying to focus her eyes she did her best to read them, but they and everything around her didn’t seem legible or at least wasn’t English. Finally a soft ding sounded and the doors slowly opened.  
    Stepping out she found herself in a wonderous land of bright colours, strange birds flew overhead as she walked along a yellow path. It was strange place but she felt weirdly safe, almost like she had regained her childlike wonder at the world. Stopping to inspect a bush she leant down to smell one of the crystallised flowers, their odour powerful and sweet. Pulling one off she realised it was actually made from sugar, tentatively breaking off a petal and enjoying the juicy flavour as she crunched it.
    Walking down the path she continued to look around her in amazement, it seemed everything around her was made of something edible. From gummy worms wriggling through the chocolate cake like dirt, to cup cake ducks on a river of chocolate. But rounding a corner in a flump forest a new delectable scent reached her nose. Almost pulled forwards she was lured towards a large bush, small yellow fruit hanging from the glistening tree. Pulling one off she inspected the tiny fruit, squeezing it in her fingers for a moment before popping it into her mouth.
    The taste was delectable, each chew causing a surprising amount of juice to come out of the sweet fruit. Swallowing it she picked off another, repeating the process a couple more times and loving the taste, it was the most amazing thing she had ever eaten. Deciding to move onto the next treat Demi stepped away from the bush only for her stomach to rumble slightly. Trying to ignore it she continued walking back along the path, only for her stomach to rumble much louder this time.
    “Oooh” Demi breathed out in discomfort as her hands rubbed her stomach that seemed to be upset by something.  But it wasn’t just her stomach as the first signals of needing to pee became apparent. Looking down she was alarmed to see her skin above her bladder turning yellow, just like the fruit.
    “Oooh!” Demi moaned louder this time, feeling a spike in discomfort from her abdomen.
    Looking down her eyes went wide as she watched her stomach beginning to expand. Her flat toned body growing with each second that passed, pushing out of her as she expanded more and more. She felt like she was being blown up by a balloon, unable to move she tumbled onto her backside. Now sitting her stomach continued to grow, more and more with the pressure she was feeling increasing at a similar rate. Soon her body had passed that of a 9 month pregnancy, sweat forming all over her body as she groaned in pain and discomfort as what ever was happening continued. Her skin tight and feeling ready to pop, her bladder now complaining and full. But still her body swelled, beyond all reasonable proportions it grew. Her legs pressed wide, arms unable to reach anything as she was forced onto her back by the weight of her body. Wide eyed she realised what would happen if it didn’t stop soon. Her balloon of a body turning lemon yellow and feeling primed to pop any second now.
     
    “Demi!” someone hissed through the haze of the dream causing her to stir slowly.
    “Ooooh” Demi groaned again, but this time in real life, the world coming back to her. Opening her eyes she could see Jessie hobbling around next to her, or more accurately she could see Jessies head as her bulging bladder was currently blocking the view of the rest of her. But judging by the way she could see her head bobbing up and down and the noises she could hear, it wasn’t had to figure out what was happening.
    “Oh god, oh shit” Jessie cursed as she desperately danced around in small circles, her legs rising and falling
    “Jessie? What time is it?” Demi said, attempting to sit up before her bladder almost exploded on the spot. Painful bolts of static desperation flaring up all over her body the instant she tried to use her core muscles.
    “Fuck me!” She almost yelled, the pain causing her to whimper softly se she squeezed her legs tightly together the other side of her mammoth bladder that seemed to have gotten even bigger over night. No wonder she had such a weird dream, it was basically true. Although she worried what might have happened if Jessie hadn't woken her, the last moments of the dream still caught in her subconscious and she was all to aware of how she had been about to let go and pee. 
    “Its morning, like quarter to 8. But you have to help me” Jessie pleaded, the anguish and pain easy to hear in her voice as she spoke softly but labouredly.
    Breathing rapidly through her nose Demi hoisted herself around and somehow got to her feet without losing control of her bladder which seemed angrier than ever. Those bolts of pain and pulses of desperation she had felt yesterday now a constant feeling. Her taught and massively distended bladder sending constant waves of discomfort around her trembling and sweating body as she started to fray around the edges of her absolute limit.  
    “I…im sorry…I cant” Demi groaned out as she doubled over, thrusting both hands between her trembling legs muscles.
    “Please I cant take it any more!” Jessie pleaded, her own posture and appearance not far from Demi’s, her dark tanned skin glistening as if coming back from a day at the beach. But Her discomfort was unsurprising given that her housemate had managed to go 14 hours without a bathroom visit and had let someone else fill hers. A feat that Demi would have thought impossible even for her, never mind someone with much less “experience” at being desperate. In a weird way she was impressed with her friend, her holding capabilities far greater than she could have imagined. But right now she only had time for a brief moment of admiration, the other 99% of her concentration being spent on controlling her own body which after 31 hours was at its absolute limit.
    “I’ll pay your rent for the month, fuck it the year! Just get this out of me!” Jessie begged again, sobbing slightly.
    “I..cant.” Demi said breathlessly, not even enjoying what would have been a sentiment or confession from a beautiful woman which would have driven her absolutely wild on any other day.
    “Pleeeease” Jessie almost sobbed, still dancing with both hands between her legs.
    But feeling her own bladder cramp massively, Demi knew it wasn’t a question of her will power, she just didn’t have any more room left physically.
     “We…should go…and find Lena. She must need to go by now.” Demi said shakily between stifled grunts, her face occasionally grimacing as the intense waves of desperation battered relentlessly at her bladders walls.
     
    “Hey guys, Lena wants us all in the conference roooo....” A voice trailed, India rounding the corner and stopping as she saw the scene ahead of her. The red heads eyes instantly falling to the giant protrusion sticking out of Demi who at this point was still in her underwear.
    “Oh god…I….I cant” Jessie sobbed, turning around and leaving the two of them in the room. Her desperate whimpers disappearing into the main room.
    “Holy Shit, you look like your 5 months pregnant!” India said, her eyes still locked on Demi’s bulging bladder.
    “I know” Demi said between pained breaths, a hand going to the base of her back as she struggled with the weight of it.
    “I..was…” India started but the thought got lost somewhere.
    “What?” Demi asked, her tone slightly more aggressive than she meant.
    “I was going to…” India held up the tube “But you look like you are about to explode.”
    “Oh god, please…no. I Cant handle any more.” Demi groaned, a strong wave making her visibly shudder.
    “Yeah ok” India said, not even putting up a fight or objection. She truly seemed in awe of Demi and her bladder.
    Looking up to meet Demi’s eyes for the first time she blinked a couple of times, coming to her senses. “You should probably get dressed, I think Lena wants us for a meeting in like 5 minutes. Probably needs to be business wear.”
    “Ok, Thank you.” Demi replied, almost waddling over to her bag. But attempting to lean over she felt it again, the spike in pain and discomfort that threatened her bladders control.
    “Ohhhhh” Demi breathed heavily, clenching her jaw and balling her hands up again as her nails dug into the flesh of her palms.
    “I…I’ll leave you to it” India said hastily, her face madly flushing as she too seemed to squirm in place.
    “No wait…I, I need your help getting dressed” Demi confessed, feeling humiliated at the admission of her inability. But in a strange way she wanted India to help her.
    “I, are you sure?” India asked quietly, looking around as if she had just admitted a secret and didn’t want anyone to overhear.
    Nodding Demi breathed in “I cant bend over or I will wet myself. I need you to help me.”
     
    Going over to her bag which was thankfully on the hip Hight table next to her, Demi pulled out her professional wear. The slacks she would have worn having no chance of fitting her and her new frame. Passing India a pair of stockings the shorter woman took them sheepishly, her face still flushed as she almost avoided making eye contact with Demi again.
    Lowering herself gently onto the bench she had been sleeping on Demi grunted, raising one foot off the ground to let India start clothing her. The silky material gliding up her toned legs, the action almost erotic and feeling strangely intimate as India clothed her. The other woman's breathing audible as she slowly slid up the stocking to her bare thigh where she let it rest, her hands pausing for a moment near Demi’s crotch before retreating quickly and repeating the same process for the other leg in almost silence.
    Grabbing the black skirt she stood up, stepping into it and letting India pull it up her body. Passing her thighs it began to meet the resistance of her expanded bladder, but softly pulling it up India managed to get the undone skirt on her easily enough. But as she reached the top, the back of India’s hand seemed to graze her bladder.
    “Ooaah” Demi moaned, the other woman’s gentle touch sending her desperation into overdrive again.
    “Sorry” India said shakily.
    “It’s ok, I think I can manage the shirt.” Demi said, grabbing her pressed white shirt and putting it on, the fabric and buttons stretched to their absolute limit by her bladder. The form fitting cut of shirt usually made to somewhat extenuate her slender frame, but now it was barley able to contain it. The button holes pulled far enough apart it was possible to see skin, but there was no other way of dealing with it now, even if it did make her look a little less professional. Maybe Lena wouldn’t notice.
    “I am guessing this is a no?” India said, holding up the belt that usually went with the lose skirt.
    If she hadn’t been about to pee herself Demi would have laughed, but allowing herself a momentary smile she just shook her head and the pair slowly made their way to the meeting room to find the others and Demi hoped, to see a desperate boss who would let them all pee.
     
     
    Walking out into the main room they quickly found Lena already at work, an empty coffee pot next to her with a single cup. But to everyone’s dismay, she still seemed completely unphased. Although from her position Demi could see what must have been her bladder jutting out, nothing compared to her own but enough to be noticeable. Especially because her boss had unlike her, chosen to wear a belt. The thin leather strip clearly cutting into her stomach, a bulge not usually there pressing out and wrapping around the restricting clothes. It had been more than 14 hours for Lena, who had drunk the most by far. By her reckoning she had consumed 3 bottles of water, a small coffee, a large pitcher, 7 beers and now an entire coffee pot, and yet was still in complete control and sitting there as if she had peed 2 minutes earlier.
    Good, now you are finally all here, we can start” Lena said, taking the glasses resting on her nose and placing them on the table.
    Exchanging desperate glances the team slowly filled the vacant seats around the table. Many of them lowering unsteadily into them, their bladders filled by a nights sleep and the remnants of the drinks yesterday. Despite their bosses insistence of looking professional, many of them looked a bit sweaty and dishevelled. Their makeup half done or already smudging off their clammy and red faces as they all battled an insurmountable urge to pee. The sensation likely hitting them harder not just because it had been 8 hours, but also because the subconscious knowledge of usually peeing in the morning and knowing they were still blocked from it.
    “So I wanted to go through the project marketing plan.” Lena started, ignoring the dishevelled state of her marketing team.
    Blinking Demi was trying to pay attention, nodding occasionally to what was being said, but she was struggling in more way that one. Her bladder feeling more akin to a pressure cooker, the rolling ocean of pee bubbling away inside her overstretched bladder and ready to explode at any second. A strange haze forming over her eyes as she gently rocked in her chair. Pain was radiating out of her bladder as she sat there, the new position making things 10 times worse. At least while she had been lying down she had basically been naked, giving her bladder the freedom to expand as much as her tight skin would let it. But now it was confined by her skirt, her legs applying extra pressure against the bulge resting on her lap. Her expression blank as she tried to fight back the moans and groans constantly rising to the surface from her exertion.
    Around the table the others didn’t look much better off, only India seemed able to act professionally. To her sides Demi had Sally and Jessie, both women desperately bobbing their legs in a slightly distracting manor. Sally in particular fidgeting wildly in her seat, although Jessie was likely too full to be able to move that quickly without losing control. Soft gasps or heavy breaths escaping from time to time but being completely ignored by their boss who was in full flow by this point 25 minutes later. What exactly she had said Demi didn’t know, but at this point she was beyond caring.  
    “Do you know when they are coming to free us?” Sally asked unexpectedly a couple of minutes later. Lena looking unimpressed by the interruption to her flow. The petite woman clearly suffering quite badly.
    “What?” Their boss said, turning her focus to Sally and glaring at her.
    “I need…did they say when they would get here to let us out.” Sally repeated quietly.
    “They get here when they get here, in the mean time if you wouldn’t mind not interrupting with unhelpful questions we should continue.”
    Whimpering softly Sally backed down, looking at the table as her hands flew beneath it, clearly squeezing herself as she jittered in place. Her whole body now shaking with her leg movements.
    “Oh god” Demi exhaled quietly, another spike of desperation hitting her hard, but worryingly this one didn’t seem to have a cause. She had not moved and nothing had made contact with her bladder and yet for the briefest of moments, she had felt her body rebel and her control threatening to end for a moment. How she wished she could cross her legs, her usual move impossible with the size of her bladder and how far it was jutting out. The manoeuvre would just end up squeezing and applying pressure, the opposite of what she needed. She was stuck, her bladder threatening to explode but she couldn’t cross her legs, she couldn’t even squeeze herself without Lena who was now stood opposite noticing.
    Desperately trying to pay attention, to distract herself for even a moment she swallowed hard, her eyes fluttering as another spasm hit her.
    They could be here, in one minute, 5 minutes, 10 minutes and they would definitely be here Demi told herself as she rocked in her chair. But 10 minutes came and went, maybe by 9am she thought, moving the goal posts once more.
    But 9am came and went as well, a quiet squeak escaping Sally while Jessies breathing seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. Sally's strange noise getting a look of ire from Lena as she was once again interrupted, but remained completely impassionate or ignorant of her staff’s plight.
    “9.30” Demi accidently whispered out loud, barely containing a groan that caught in her throat as her bladder throbbed deeply inside her, the pulses now back but somehow happening at the same time as the constant waves of desperation. Her body finding new ways of sending signal on top of signal about her dire need to pee. But still she held on.
    Staring at the clock on the wall behind her boss, Demi’s eyes and brain had glazed over again. Watching as the minute hand aligned with the 12 again, she needed a new goal post. Refocussing on the world she was aware of the increasing fidgeting around her as her co-workers passed the 11 hour mark of holding. At some point Sally’s legs had stopped moving, her face red and entire body sitting rigidly with an unhappy look of embarrassment and awkwardness on her face. But in turn Becca and Maggie had quickly taken her place, their legs shuffling constantly beneath the table, Maggie doing her best to keep her torso still as she rested her elbows on the table but he rleft foot shaking with almost supersonic speed.
    Ok, 10.30, they will definitely be here by then Demi thought, trying to bargain with her body and remain calm even as she felt her bladder pulse strongly, cramping her body harder than before and causing her to groan audibly for a moment, unfortunately getting the attention of Lena.
    “Something to add?” Lena asked indignantly.
    “Sorry” Demi said meekly.
    “Well, actually why don’t you go through what you did on the way here. I feel like you have all had enough of my voice.” Their boss said, causing demi to cringe inwardly.
    “Well I…” Demi started.
    “Come on, properly please.” Lena said, taking her seat and indicating for her to stand and present what she had done.
    Grasping the table with a shaking hand Demi pushed herself up, turning away from her boss and allowing herself to grimace deeply. Her bladder throbbing wildly as gravity tugged at its contents once more. The painful support that her legs had offered while sitting now lost and increasing her desperation significantly. Like an overfilled water balloon being pressed on, it felt ready to explode. Any sudden movement or impact and it would be over, she knew it would.
    “10.30” Demi whispered to herself again, just 24 minutes and she would be free.
    “Um, so I have done…done a preliminary list of groups.” She stuttered, pulling the folder open and getting out the sheet she had made, only now realising it was still half done and she would have to make it up as she went along.
    “I was thinking, instead…instead of grouping, by product type we should…should group by potential buyers.” Demi continued, her legs bowing slightly as she was forced to squeeze herself for a moment. Her trembling muscles begging for support and with her concentration too divided to realise what she was doing, she had already put a hand up her skirt.
    “Oh for peat sake, control yourself woman. Don’t think I cant see you all acting like children under the table.” Lena said clearly annoyed at the lot of them.
    “I…” Demi said breathlessly as her body was wracked by another shower of painful desperate sparks. Leaning heavily on the table all she could feel was them flowing over her body as she became light headed, holding her breath for a moment fighting her instincts to hold herself.
    Removing her hand from between her shaking legs she straightened up.
    “As you can….As you can….As you can.” Demi stuttered before closing her eyes.
    Within moments a loud hiss filled the room, twin rivers of clear liquid bursting out from under her skirt and running rapidly down both of Demi’s quivering stocking clad legs. Her breath laboured she let out a long moan of relief as the contents of her tortured bladder rushed down her toned legs. The onslaught of feelings exploding with her too much as she bent at the knees, increasing the sound of the splattering as more heavy streams hit floor. Her lilac panties instantly saturated and turning a dark purple as she continued to piss herself, the forceful jet flowing between her legs as she stumbled slightly as immeasurable pleasure overtook her, her pee racing around to the front of her legs and adding to the giant puddle she was creating. The metallic grey carpet darkening in a ring around her as it became saturated with her piss.
    With her eyes closed she was almost lost in her relief, the days worth of pee bursting forth and cascading down her legs, her stockings not absorbing much as they became warm and shiny, covered in her pee that was still erupting out of her noisily.
    A few moments later she was brought back to the world as a whimper came from her left, the loud hissing and splattering of Demi; s accident clearly too much for Becca’s bladder. A louder pattering  noise joined the symphony as pee rained from the woman’s chair, her darkening red skirt doing nothing to slow the accident as her white panties became engulfed in pee, turning almost transparent. A waterfall of her desperately held pee now raining off the front, back and even side of her chair as she covered her face in humiliation. ”I…couldn’t hold it” she whimpered, clearly feeling far more shame that Demi was.
    “What on earth do you both think you are doing?” Lena shouted angrily, standing up and backing away from the table in disgust. “I warned you what would happen if you disgraced yourselves like this, but I cant believe it was you Demi. I would have put my money on you Sally, so congratulations you are not the….”
    But she was cut off by an ashamed looking Sally standing up from the table. Her grey business slacks clearly soaked from the waist down. The fabric showing signs of drying but being completely soaked in other areas. It seemed the petite woman had lost control some time ago, and likely many times over during the last two hours. But somehow she had managed to keep her loss of control a secret, wetting herself quietly and somewhat discretely. But now that the jig was up Demi could see the woman’s crotch glisten again as new streams raced down from her crotch, soaking areas of the pants that had managed to escape so far in her seated position.
    “Really girls?” Lena said loudly, the phrasing clearly not accidental as she scoffed in disbelief. But Demi couldn’t do anything even if she wanted too, as more than a day’s pee escaped and flowed down her constantly warming her legs for almost a minute now. She also wasn’t sure if she cared what Lena was thinking right now, she was in sheer bliss and surrounded by desperate and peeing colleagues and part of her wondered if she as still asleep. But no dream, no matter how realistic could feel as bad as this had felt, or as good as it felt right now.
    But as her stream continued she yet again heard a loud sigh from her right and looking over she could see pee beginning to run out of the bottom of India’s corduroy trousers. The red head seemingly in full control just minutes ago, was she doing this on purpose?
    Looking at her face she could see the task master of her bladders face twitching in delight, a soft moan escaping between her lips as the brown material around her crotch continued to darken, streaks forming down her legs and spreading rapidly across her crotch. Why would she be doing this Demi thought, she had been using her to pee all night and yet given the volume rushing down her legs, it seemed she still had plenty inside her. Why would she risk being fired, was she doing this in solidarity with the rest of them, a peeing protest? Or maybe she just felt guilty, after all it was her fault that the river escaping Demi was going on for so long.
    “Well I never!” Lena said loudly, shaking her head at the lot of them.
     
    Finally after almost 3 minutes Demi’s pee finished, around the same time that India’s did. Her face a picture of pleasure and relief, the opposite of most of the others who seemed embarrassed, almost ashamed as the lake of pee continued to spread and soak into the expensive carpet under the table.
    “At least one of you has some control” Lena said, indicating to Jessie who had somehow managed not to wet herself despite being the second fullest. This morning Demi wouldn’t have given her much hope of lasting 10 minutes, yet here she was still holding on. But as she got some praise from her boss there was a look in her eyes that seemed to be a mixture of panic and envy. The woman holding on by a small shred of control as all those around her lost control.
    “its been almost a day how do you not need to pee!” Jessie wept at her boss catching Lena by surprise, tears beginning to well up in the corners of Jessies eyes. But any rebuttal was cut short as the group watched the front of her light navy slacks darken. A small patch racing down the insides of her legs before rapidly blossoming out of her crotch as Jessie lost control of her bladder, her pee rushing out with an audible hiss to join the giant puddle that now almost covered the entire floor of the room. Ripples flowing across the surface from where her pee drained out of her trousers legs, over flowing her flat black shoes.
    “None of you, none of you can control yourselves!?” Lena asked, her face redder than any of them had seen it before. “I cant fire you all, but consider yourselves lucky I’m being this lenient and this is not the end of this!” She berated them, pointing her finger angrily at all of them including Jessie who was still peeing, her legs shoulder width apart and face relaxed and almost happy looking.
     
    “You two, go find a mop for gods sake” She said pointing angrily at Demi and India who were both lost in their own little worlds “And the rest of you, go and get changed… children” she spat at them forcefully as she walked away.
     Walking out of the room leaving wet trails across the floor, Demi and India quickly found the supplies room as the others tried to find some privacy to strip off their pee drenched clothing.
    Looking around Demi realise it was just the the two of them alone and she could feel her emotions welling up, the reality of the situation hitting her, she could have been fired!
    “I can’t believe you made me do that!” Demi hissed at India, the woman next to her all but responsible for the mess she had made in her clothes. The rapidly cooling underwear and stockings sticking to her legs and crotch.
    “Tell me you didn’t enjoy that” India challenged, turning to face her and squinting her eyes at Demi accusingly but seemingly searching for something in her reaction.
    “I…well..that’s not the point. I could have been…” Demi’s thoughts flustered as she stumbled between the truth and keeping hold of the anger that was quickly dissipating. But before she could carry on she was interrupted as India leaned in, pressing against her and kissing her passionately for a few seconds before breaking off their embrace .Demi was speechless, emotions racing through her body as she once again looked at the woman in front of her in a way she had never seen her before today. In fact, she was remarkably beautiful, her pale skin and almost purple hair contrasting to each other, a few pale freckles scattered across her skin that was currently very flushed. Not to mention her drenched clothes, her brown corduroy trousers shining and sticking to India’s legs, a few remaining drops still falling from the saturated material as it pressed up against Demi.
    Feeling her heart beat faster Demi could feel a desire building up inside her once again, it had become hidden by such a strong need to pee. But now it was back and she wanted India more than anything else in the world at that moment. The other woman clearly waiting for a moment to see if she had gone too far kissing her, but she needn’t have worried. Almost launching herself at the ruby headed beauty, Demi planted her lips on India’s, their hands grasping and fondling each other as they smacked into the wall behind them. Stumbling from side to side with their lips still locked onto each other and their bodies pressed together they somehow managed to push their way through the door for some more privacy, separated only for a moment as India almost stumbled over the mop bucket they were sent for.
    Unable to take it Demi pushed India to the floor while still locked in an embrace, the pair landing with a loud clunk and in an ungainly mess, their wet clothes pressing against each other and only adding to the fire. Bursting out Laughing at the inelegant moment Demi couldn’t help but get lost in the eyes of the woman under her. The pair sharing a moment before she pressed her lips against India’s, the build up of the last two days driving her mad, and in combination with what she was now sure was their shared interest, she couldn’t help herself.
    Placing a knee on the ground between India’s wet thigh’s she started to push herself against her, their lips still hungrily exploring each others faces and necks. Reaching around she placed a hand up India’s shirt, fondling one of her breasts through the fabric of her bra and enjoying the ragged whimper that her partner let out in response.
    Feeling a reciprocating hand snaking up her front with another on her back pulling her closer, Demi was lost in the sensation and heat of India’s body. Moaning loudly as India kissed along her neck while playing with her nipple, Demi couldn’t help but speed up her thrusting. The friction of their wet legs sending waves of pleasure through her body that had seemingly been on edge for days. 
    “Im going to cum” Demi whispered hoarsely into India’s ear as her thrusting became more frenzied, her body not needing much to get going given everything that had happened.
    “Cum for me” India said demandingly, thrusting upwards and pulling Demi close as the orgasm overtook her. Her thrusting continuing in a twitching manor as an explosion of pure ecstasy erupted between her legs, causing Demi to arch her back and throw her head back. A wisp of air escaping in almost a cough as she quivered in delight, experiencing a pleasure so immeasurable she was completely lost to it. Never before had she felt like this, her body burning, twitching and convulsing with pleasure .
    But she didn’t have time to recover before she found herself being tossed to the floor, India taking the dominant position as she sought out her own pleasure. Pinning Demi’s arms to the ground with her hands on her wrists, India planted her lips forcefully onto Demi’s still tingling body as she ground her womanhood into her now flat stomach. Sliding back and forth with some speed it took mere moments before a grunt escaped her, hunched over her torso lurched forwards as she groaned into Demi’s mouth, their lips still connected. Demi could feel India's body shaking and quivering as she succumbed to the incarnate pleasure as well. The pair having been able to live out more than even their ultimate fantasies would have thought of, not just with them but half a dozen other people. The weekend had proven more than they could ever imaged.
    Breathing heavily India let her body collapse ontop of Demi, the pair exhausted and spent after the events of the last day. The pair lying motionless where they were, bodies coated in sweat and pee, hearts racing and minds in euphoric bliss.
    Chuckling exhaustedly Demi kissed the back of India’s head as it laid on her chest.
    “Do you think we should get out of here?”
    “I don’t think I can move” India said back, clearly satisfied.
    Laughing again Demi carefully moved India from her body, starting to sit up before falling back.
    “Yeah maybe give it a couple of minutes” She said softly, her body completely drained.
    “Did we lock the door?” India laughed into the floor as she laid motionless. Causing them both to chuckle, what would anyone think if they walked in on the pair of them like this?
    But at this moment, neither of them could care in the slightest.
     
     
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    Hi, hope you all enjoyed that chapter and the development of Demi and India's relationship. Took a few more days than I aimed for. 
    This may be continued, I have a few ideas of where I would take this, but fancy starting something new. Started to get writers block and sometimes a new story can help fix that.
    Although I was thinking back to my previous stories and was wondering which if any of them, you guys might like to see a continuation of, sequel or for me to expand the stories of?
     
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    Chapter 2: A key mistake
    Soon lunchtime had come and gone, the goal Demi had set herself for holding passing by like one of the many small French towns the other side of the window. The ache in her bladder increasing terribly as each hour passed and despite her best efforts she couldn’t help but fidget in her seat. Luckily she wasn’t the only one.
    Approaching 1pm they had been on the bus for over 4 hours, and it was clear that many of the women on the bus were feeling a similar sensation to her. The general chatter had died down and although no one seemed on the brink of losing it, Demi found herself surrounded by crossed legs. An impromptu holding contest had sprung up, not that any of the others were pleased about it. But after years of watching videos of desperate men and women online, she had gotten good at gauging the severity of someone’s desperation.
    “Lena?” A voice asked ahead of her.
    “Yes Sally?” Their boss replied from the drivers seat.
    “I need to use a bathroom, do you know when the next stop is?” Sally asked, Demi noticing a number of peoples attentions turning to the question and its to be answer.
    “Well the stop is in about 5 minutes. But since we have actually made good time, we should be able to get a bit longer so lets say 20 minutes and I want us back on the bus.”
    “Ok” Sally said softly, her legs bouncing up and down in her seat as she clearly struggled to keep her composure. The quiet anguished acceptance causing Demi’s heart to flutter slightly, the situation and building tension doing nothing for the other fire burning inside her body. Crossing her legs she allowed herself to gently squeeze and release her thighs, applying just the smallest amount of pleasurable pressure where she needed it most. Her muscles still feeling strong and in control, despite the pressure and discomfort she was experiencing from her bladder. 
    But It wasn’t just Sally, looking away she tried to calm herself again, but now everywhere she turned she could see the signs of desperation usually reserved for her late nights. Sally was the worst, a couple of others Becca and Maggie showing similar signs but less pronounced. Embarrassingly Demi was sure the others would likely take her current squirming to mean she was in the same situation; little did they know. She couldn’t see her boss Lena at the front, but given her calm demeanour and conversation about the wait she was probably doing fine. Opposite Demi, the buxom Jessie was doing just fine, as was the ruby red head India. Although her face was a little red and even from a few rows back she could make out the subtle clenching and releasing of legs muscles. But despite the discomfort It seemed they were all going to make it. It was also only now that she realised by filling in, all the women from the department had come on this trip. The three male employees of their small marketing team left behind and making it a lady’s retreat, although she doubted that their boss would let them enjoy themselves too much.
    Squeezing her legs together again a few minutes later Demi was relieved to hear the indicator of the minibus activate as they pulled off the highway and towards a services. Her bladder beginning to pulse lightly as if it knew she was close to relief.
    “Oh thank god, not a moment to soon” Jessie said, peering across from her row opposite despite her calmness it seemed even she needed to go. The group making the most of the half empty vehicle to spread out, many having a nap but all seemingly awake and looking eagerly towards their stop.
    “Alright ladies, 20 minutes and I want you back on and ready to go. We really cant be late.” Lena said sternly a few minutes later as they slowed to a stop.
    “Oh god” Sally groaned as she stood, urgently flinging the seatbelt off and rushing off in the direction of the toilets without so much as a second glance to the others. Her legs twisting and pressing against each other awkwardly as she walked or more waddled quickly.
    “I guess she really had to go” Jessie joked, but Sally wasn’t the only one as soon everyone followed suit. The last 5 hours making them all suitably desperate and taking longer than many of them would have liked.
    Stepping off the bus Demi took a moment to stretch her legs, pushing her elbows together behind her back to work out a kink she couldn’t help but groan softly as the manoeuvre pressed her bladder against her tight clothing even more. The tight waistband of her workout clothes digging in and sending a painful cramp through her abdomen.
    Breathing deeply she allowed herself to squeeze between her legs for a moment as she fought off the spike of urgency. The pain slowly abating but the heavy ache of her full bladder causing her some considerable discomfort still. The lead weight inside her pulling at her muscles and nerves relentlessly for the last few hours. Now at around 1pm she had made it to her target and despite the thrill of the hold she was more than looking forward to releasing the vast quantity of urine held inside her. Focusing on it for one last time she allowed herself to drift off and enjoy the tingling sensations that accompanied the discomfort. The strange sense of excitement and alluring nature of the fight between mind and body making her shiver slightly as her hand pressed into her crotch again.
    “Demi” a voice behind her called.
    “Yes Lena?” She replied, whipping her hand away as she turned to meet her boss. The sudden movement and twist causing new and sharper ripples to flow through her body.
    “Since you are a fill in and were late this morning, I need to go over some of the meeting agenda for the conference” Lena continued, ignoring or not noticing the look on Demi’s face, unpacking a small folder and placing it on a large bollard next to where they had parked.
    Demi didn’t have time for this, but stepping closer she put one leg behind the other and crossed them tightly, attempting not to bob up and down or fidget in desperation. Her boss wasn’t one for childish antics and she got the feeling Lena was already a little annoyed by her.
    “Ok, so the clients are Muller Medical and we are doing the full suite of advertising for them.”
    Nodding Demi hoped if she just agreed with everything the boss said she could rush off sooner rather than later.
    “They are a medical industry equipment provider in Europe, direct to hospitals. However, they have just partnered with an American company and are hoping to move into the private healthcare sector. As such, we need to go through all of their products and create marketing materials for each and every one of them. Now given that we are not medical experts they arranged this little get away conference so that we can spit ball some ideas and talk to their experts. So, the basic presentation we are going to give tomorrow is just a summary of our work in the past and other campaigns. For example, I’ve picked a lot of your teams work for the Jacobs product line. But don’t worry too much about that, we will have a practice run through it all when we arrive.”
    Still nodding she peered over the folder she saw the faintest look of acknowledgements from her boss that she was happy with how Demi was listening. Despite a part of her brain longing to wrap this up as quickly as possible.
    “But for now, I would like you to go through this and see if you can organise some of these products into categories for the types of campaigns we would run for them. They sent them over in production grouping to make it easier for us…but most of it doesn’t make sense for us.” Lena said, handing over the heavy binder. “There are a bunch of sample products in the bus too you might like to look through”
    “Certainly” Demi smiled, grabbing the binder. Pausing for a moment she waited for her boss to continue, before realising that the conversation was over and without giving her a second to change her mind she turned back into the minibus, walking to her seat she carefully placed the folder on the seat next to her. Seeing her half drunk bottle she uncapped it and took a quick swig from it. Her bladder protesting, but having not drunk anything over the last hour or so to protect it, her mouth was extremely dry. Swilling it around in her mouth for a couple of seconds she swallowed, feeling the liquid flow down her throat and a slight waiver of discomfort coming from her bladder.  But that wouldn’t matter soon.
    Stepping off the bus again she sighed in relief, taking a deep breath and despite the aching fullness in her abdomen and discomfort it was causing she felt strangely relaxed. Now on her own she didn’t have to worry about the pretence of not acting desperately and was free to gently press her crotch. The faint tingling returning although now dwarfed by the discomfort it was still enjoyable to think about what had happened over the last 6 hours. It seemed an age since she had tanked up on fluids this morning, somehow holding it through her run and even a five-hour drive. She had beaten her target of lunch time and putting a hand on her bloated bladder she was strangely proud of herself. Unable to stop herself she gave it a gentle press, the allure of the consequences and knowing she shouldn’t do it getting the better of her. But feeling a sharp pulse from it, her knees threatened to give way as she moaned softly. The location she had pressed now throbbing and sending more ripples of pain and pleasure around her body.
    Returning her hand between her legs she shored up the muscles that she had just abused, deciding that perhaps now was the best time to go before she actually lost control. Her aching muscles still feeling strong and in control, but being tested by the volume of liquid she was asking them to keep inside her. However, as she enjoyed the momentary relief of being alone she realised something, she was alone…and didn’t have the key to the minivan.
    Looking through the door she could see her friends bags and belongings still on their seats, expensive phones laptops and music playing devices that she knew she couldn’t just leave. Sighing in frustration Demi slid the door closed, moving over to the small patch of grass and beginning to pace around. Conscious of the buses and cars arriving in the near distance and meaning that any one of them could come over and join them. Part of her wanted to just squat right here, but she would have hated to think what her boss would do if she saw never mind the passing strangers. 
    Pacing around that small patch of grass Demi cursed her boss and work colleagues in her head for the next 15 minutes. She could have sworn several of the cars she had seen going in had come out since they had been in there. What could possibly be keeping them so long, don’t they realise I have to pee, she thought to herself. Spotting a rock on the grass she swung her foot at it, only to groan in pain as the small pebble on the surface turned out to be a much larger buried rock.
    “Fuck me!” Demi shouted, bending over and cradling her bladder as pain seemed to flow between her foot and the bloated organ inside her. The right foot now welling up with a warm pain not dissimilar to how other parts of her felt. “Where the fuck are they” she whispered to herself as she folded her arms across her stomach, her bladder now bulging far enough out she could almost rest her arms on it. Her normally flat stomach pushing out further than she could ever remember…well maybe other than the time she had gone a little overboard at an all you can eat Korean Barbecue. But as far as holds went, this was quickly moving to the top of the list.
    Thankfully a minute later she noticed the gaggle of her co-workers walking towards her. Assuming on one would steal anything in the time it took them to get there she started towards them, her gate awkward as she walked on stiff legs.
    “Hey, boss got us all a coffee” Jessie said, holding out a trey of four cups towards her. But the last thing on her mind was more liquid. “Just…popping to the loo” Demi said hastily as she  shuffled passed the group.
    “You only have like 5 minutes” Jessie replied.
    Nodding as politely as she could, Demi couldn’t help but think whose fault that was as she continued her dash around the back of the building. But approaching the toilets she could have wept, a long line of over 25 women were stood ahead of her. Tapping their toes and some with stern expressions on their face, it seemed she wasn’t the only one in need of relief. How could this be happening to her!
    Biting her nails Demi grunted in discontent as she pressed her legs together tightly while her bladder throbbed in anger at what she was realising, she would have to keep holding it. The very thought sending painful waves of desperation shooting through her body. Looking to the right she thought about rushing into the men’s, but there was an equally long but faster moving line. A tour coach having just arrived and beaten her too it.
    Why was the universe punishing her, she had only wanted a little fun in her own privacy not this! The stars and her own ego aligning and creating this terrible situation that had now gone well past her expectations and limits for fun. She hadn’t even wanted to come on this trip and now she was suffering for helping them out and coming at the last moment.
    The door to the toilets opened and out came India, the slight woman appearing a little sheepishly, her skin flushed and sweaty with a strange look on her face as she avoided making eye contact. The short woman clearly feeling the effects of having to hold her bladder for the last 5 hours, although part of Demi wondered if she had made it completely dry by the strange look she had on her face. A thought that would usually have excited her, but now all she could do was wish that she had been next in line. The fidgeting woman smiling and pushing into the only available stall.
    “Oh…” India said, looking up and realising it was Demi “Were you waiting for me?”
    “No, I was” Demi gestured to the line, standing upright and doing her best not to fidget in front of her co-worker.
    “Oh…OH” India said with a look of realisation before looking away. “So are you, I mean with the” India stammered.
    “Yeah, I will be fine. I barely need to go” Demi waved it off lying. Could she make it 4 hours to the hotel, or maybe she could convince her boss to stop somewhere.
    Walking back to the bus Demi did her best to control herself, trying to appear normal although the subtle glances from India suggested she was doing a bad job of that.
    “Are we all ready to go?” Lena asked as they gathered around the bus, many of the others sipping on their small coffee’s. The boss’s generosity clearly limited but that might turn out to be a good thing with no more bathroom breaks until they arrived.
    “Here” Jessie said, handing Demi and India a pair of coffee’s.
    Pausing for a moment Demi met India’s gaze as they both seemed to pause, wondering if it was a good idea. But with Jessie stood expectantly they both gave in and accepted the drink. After all they didn’t have to drink it.
    Sitting down in her chair, Demi couldn’t help but let out a gentle sigh, her bladder tensing and throbbing inside her. It was clearly angry about its current predicament and was making sure she knew. But with no other options she just had to cross her legs and hold it. She did this stuff all the time she reminded herself, she could totally do this. After all her breakfast and water from the run must have already gone through her, so surely it wouldn’t be getting any worse if she didn’t drink anything. But looking down at the coffee she realised that she would probably and should probably drink it, otherwise her boss might get a little annoyed. On the plus side its small volume surely wouldn’t have made a dent on her empty bladder so it wouldn’t have too much of an impact on her full one...right?
    Taking her first sip she felt her bladder complain again, but with her toned thighs gently rubbing against each other Demi tried pushing all thoughts of peeing to the back of her mind. The bus pulling back out of the services and onto the road, she was once again trapped with a full bladder and 4 hours until her next stop. Placing her hands on her bloated abdomen she was amazed to feel how full it was, she was really pushing her limits. But despite that, Demi still felt strangely confident, or maybe intrigued to see how far she could really push her body. That time at university was the last time she had really lost control, she had been about to pee almost an hour before the alarm, but the situation had pushed her further than she could remember. The only thing that made her break was returning to her room and being able to pee. Since then her control had gotten so much better after years of experimenting, and she hadn’t drunk nearly as much as that day yet. Maybe she really didn't know her limits, how far could she push it if she never got that chance to pee?
    Looking down at her coffee Demi bit her lip for a moment before raising it to her mouth and taking another mouthful, she would be fine.
    Grabbing the folder on the seat next to her she began to flip through it. Scrounging some post it notes from Becca ahead of her, she began creating a key word list for each product and device. That way when they go there they could all start grouping them as their boss had asked. Perhaps if she finished it early enough, should could regain some good will with Lena, maybe even enough for a rest stop.
     
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    I hope you all enjoyed part 2, but of a slow start but I hope enough tension to keep people interested.
    Thank you for all the kind comments so far! 
    Those were both shorter parts so it was easy to get them out so soon one after another. Might be a few more days before the next one.
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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 DuffMan in Duffman's Sea Art (A.I.) Megathread   
    Woof... What a difference a year makes. It's almost one year to the day since Novel A.I. launched their image generator, and it was practically the only image gen out of just a few that allowed NSFW content at the time. (along with private image generation) One year later and there are more sites than I can count. So since I've seen some decent work here with Sea Art, and it's clear they have decent pissing, wetting and diaper Lora's available, I thought it was time to give it another shot. (I had pretty much exhausted Novel A.I.'s capabilities, which were far more limited and time consuming)
    What I've discovered in this first day of using it is a mixed bag, but mostly a HUGE improvement over Novel A.I. On the positive side, the wetting and diaper Lora's work better than any prompts you could ever feed Novel A.I. The quality in general is far higher, and you don't end up with cronenberg monsters half the time (or pretty much ever) compared to Novel A.I. Also, the varied styles are much better and more consistent, and everything doesn't veer towards looking like full on anime all the time, since it isn't solely trained on danboru. On the negative side, much of the interface is poorly explained, and some lora's do not mix with certain styles. (couldn't get classic Disney 2D or Pixar 3D styles to mix at all) But the worst was the image generation queues, with some hanging for 5 minutes before starting, and some generations hanging in at 100% complete forever, until you cancelled and tried again. But overall I'd say it's definitely more useful than Novel A.I. in just about every way, and if anyone's looking to break into A.I., this one is ten times easier with much better results. I've only used it for a day and it was immediately generating images Novel A.I. never could.
    So here's the first batch of tests using Sea Art, with a classic mix of fantasy/sci-fi fare. It took a handful of renderings to figure out how to use the "face repair", so the first dozen or so images have a few derpy faces, and there's no consistent Lora mixing since I was still learning and experimenting the whole time. So some have piss, some have wetting, some have both etc, and only a few have diapers since that one takes longer to learn. (it kept making everything wet) But as far as first run tests go, this was a pretty decent showing for Sea Art.
    (If it makes it easier to navigate, everything will be posted to my galleries as well. LINK-->)
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    Markj9494 got a reaction from Hon3y 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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    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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    Markj9494 got a reaction from Floothrow in DSP - A Omorashi Themed SCP Parody   
    Detain. Study. Protect.
    DSP-221
     
    “Scarab”
     
     
    Object Class: Capricious
     
    Detainment Procedures:
    DSP-221 must be stored in climate-controlled containers F1 - F4, with 0% moisture present. In its dormant state its risk of escape is negligible, as such simple locking mechanisms are sufficient including padlocks. Personnel must ensure to use the microwave sterilised equipment when moving the subject and are required to wear full body overalls when inside the room and transporting DSP – 221. If transport conditions can not be met, male only personnel should be in proximity to limit DSP-221’s “behaviour”. No food or drink is allowed near DSP-221’s containment room and should not be consumed during transit.
    [Update] 
    New humidity detection systems have been added due to breach event [See REDACTED report]. These systems will alert staff of increases in humidity that could trigger DSP-221 to emerge from its naturally dormant state. Protocol dictates that only male personnel may enter the room when the alarms have been activated.
     
    Description:
    DSP-221 in its dormant state appears similar to a miniature bejewelled scarab beetle approximately 15mm in length. Despite its inert appearance this DSP is considered biological in nature and leaves its dormant state when exposed to any amount of heat and moisture. In this “active” state it appears DSP-221 has chromatophore cells that enable it to change in appearance, typically to transform or hide in nearby liquids in order to be consumed by a host. It’s highly adaptive camouflage enables it to become nearly invisible in its environments and as such its method of movement is still uncertain. Infrared camera’s are able to detect it in its active state, but while dormant It seems DSP-221 produces little to no heat.
    After extensive investigations it has been determined that “Scarab” will become active in slightly acidic aqueous environments of 6.0pH, and a temperature of 37°C (98.6°F). However, while some activity is recorded in these conditions it seems that DSP-221 has a requirement of proximity to a biological entity to become fully active and begin feeding. In this truly active state, Scarab appears to latch onto the inside of a host entities bladder and begin to feed off the ammonia and nitrate produced within the host. During this stage some urinary discomfort is felt but the process appears to be largely non-intrusive. This is likely due to the symbiotic relationship it forms with its host which appears to exclusively be female.
    Once 221 has fed from a host it will detach itself and leave the host willingly. Once this has occurred and it has left the host, 221 will return to its dormant appearance but will begin to emit a strange electrical charge through its surface. It is thought that this could be related to it processing the excess hydrogen it is exposed to inside the urine of the host. Possibilities for this technology are limitless, a truly renewable and clean energy source that feeds off the waste product of another organism. Attempts to replicate harvesting cycles outside of a human host have been unsuccessful for an as yet unknown reason. It is possible that the DSP has adapted to only latch onto Human’s although this theory Is still unproven.
    [Update 20/06/20##] 
    DSP – 221 appears to posses a unique and intriguing defence mechanism [see interview 14 transcript].
    Attempts to remove 221 while in its feeding state seem to trigger an excretory phase where it fills the hosts bladder and creates a self enclosed incubation ecosystem within them. This seems to be defensive and did not cause any long term damage or complications to subjects who have undergone this process. This stressor response does illicit acute desperation and discomfort in test subjects, but it is only temporary. After excreting the urine like substance 221 slowly reabsorbs it over the next 24 – 30 hours. Once this stage is complete 221 detaches from the hosts bladder just as if it had completed feeding naturally. This type of behaviour increases the possibility to expedite the discharge phase and as such the subject continues to provide interest in the possibility of substantial advancements in power generation. Plans for repeated testing are being made to confirm this hypothesis.
     
    Interview 14 – 19/06/20##
    Dr. Sven: Interview commencing 15.42, Interviewer is Dr Sven, Participant known as KT, also Technician Michael's and Donovan are in attendance.
    Dr. Sven: How are you doing KT?
    KT: Im doing well thank you.
    Sven: I understand this is your third time working with DSP-221.
    KT: Yes, that is correct.
    Dr. Sven: Ok great. Are you now or have you ever felt any health complications from working with DSP-221?
    KT: Ummm no not really. Sometimes it’s a bit hard to get going if you know what I mean.
    Dr. Sven: So you have trouble initiating, are there any feelings that go along with it?
    KT:Yes, usually I can fell it moving slightly, as if me peeing upsets it. But its not painful or uncomfortable really, its just…strange.
    Dr. Sven: Thank you, that confirms previous reports of similar feelings. Now are you aware of what we are going to do today?
    KT: Yes, I was briefed.
    Dr. Sven: Perfect, then if you have no objections we can begin. If you would like to put your legs up please.

    Dr. Sven: Okay then, if you would like to begin the removal process.
    Multiple voices: Yes Doctor.
    Dr. Sven: Nice and gentle.

    Dr. Sven: Wait, we are losing it. Energy reading is dropping, I think its dying.
    Unknown: What should we do?
    KT: Whats going on?
    Dr. Sven: Quick try to return it, perhaps it’s a symbiotic relationship that requires a live bladder to survive in this state.
    KT: Wait is that safe?
    Dr. Sven: Im sure its safe.
    Technician: Dr, something happening.
    Dr. Sven: Have you reinserted it?
    KT: Somethings going on, It feel funny
    Technician: I’ve lost it, its re-attached but I cant see it any more. I think its changed.
    KT: Oh god, something is wrong.
    Dr. Sven: It must be hiding itself using its colour changing properties.
    KT: Oooh, my bladder is feeling really full.
    Dr. Sven: Its ok, It should settle down.
    KT: OOoh….I…I’ve really go to pee..... You have to let me go
    Dr. Sven: We just need to make sure that….
    KT: No you ughhh, you don’t understand im about to wet myself.
    Dr. Sven: Please remain in position.
    KT: I cant hold it any more, im going to burst im sorry.
    Dr. Sven: Please remain on the table, if you need to go just go.
    KT: Oh fuck…I, I cant pee. Oh god my bladder is so full.
    Dr. Sven: What do you mean?
    KT: Ooooh, its starting to hurt, Dr. Please you have to do something.
    Dr. Sven: Quickly, get a catheter,
    KT: Please hurry, oh god look at my bladder.
    KT: OOOOH, I’ve never had to go this badly before. I cant take the pressure.
    Technician: Here, inserting the catheter now.
    KT: Oh thank god...I still really need to go. What is happening?
    Dr. Sven: I think it’s a defence mechanism, it seems to be excreting a urine like substance to protect itself.
    KT: I’ts filling me up from the inside!
    Technician: Dr. I cant get the Catheter in. I think its blocking it.
    KT: Please, Help me!
    Dr. Sven: Keep trying.
    Technician: Sir look at her bladder on the ultrasound.
    KT: Stop looking and help me, im going to explode. My bladder is so full!
    Dr. Sven: Interesting.
    KT: Please, its going to make me explode.
    Dr. Sven: You have nothing to worry about.
    KT:Nothing to worry about, my bladder is about to burst. Oh god, im so desperate to pee!
    Dr. Sven: So it would seem, but it appears that it has stopped excreting and is now simply retaining its liquid.
    KT: I have to pee so badly, please help me!
    Dr. Sven: Amazing, its seems it has completely filled your bladder to surround itself in this protective mixture. It has created its own self isolated ecosystem as a defence mechanism.
    KT: Please, I have to pee. You have to let me pee. I cant take this desperation.
    Dr. Sven: Truly marvellous creature.
    KT:Please, don’t just ignore me. Im about to burst.
    Dr. Sven: I doubt that dear, this all seems to be part of its plan.
    KT: I don’t care what its plan is I just need to pee.
    Dr. Sven: Amazing, I wonder if it adapts to the capacity of its host.
    KT: Im not a host im an employee!
    Dr. Sven: Tell me if anything changes..
    KT: Please I’m so desperate to pee. I just want to pee. I need to pee, you don’t understand.
    Dr. Sven: This is Dr. Sven ending interview….
    KT: Wait you cant just leave me like this...
    Dr. Sven: Ending Interview 14 with subject KT at 15.56...
     
     
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    I've been meaning to write this for a while, Hope you enjoyed.
    Tried to think of something a bit different to what you guys had already done, hopefully it wasn't to out there.
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    Markj9494 got a reaction from Hedgehogs in The Company retreat   
    Chapter 2: A key mistake
    Soon lunchtime had come and gone, the goal Demi had set herself for holding passing by like one of the many small French towns the other side of the window. The ache in her bladder increasing terribly as each hour passed and despite her best efforts she couldn’t help but fidget in her seat. Luckily she wasn’t the only one.
    Approaching 1pm they had been on the bus for over 4 hours, and it was clear that many of the women on the bus were feeling a similar sensation to her. The general chatter had died down and although no one seemed on the brink of losing it, Demi found herself surrounded by crossed legs. An impromptu holding contest had sprung up, not that any of the others were pleased about it. But after years of watching videos of desperate men and women online, she had gotten good at gauging the severity of someone’s desperation.
    “Lena?” A voice asked ahead of her.
    “Yes Sally?” Their boss replied from the drivers seat.
    “I need to use a bathroom, do you know when the next stop is?” Sally asked, Demi noticing a number of peoples attentions turning to the question and its to be answer.
    “Well the stop is in about 5 minutes. But since we have actually made good time, we should be able to get a bit longer so lets say 20 minutes and I want us back on the bus.”
    “Ok” Sally said softly, her legs bouncing up and down in her seat as she clearly struggled to keep her composure. The quiet anguished acceptance causing Demi’s heart to flutter slightly, the situation and building tension doing nothing for the other fire burning inside her body. Crossing her legs she allowed herself to gently squeeze and release her thighs, applying just the smallest amount of pleasurable pressure where she needed it most. Her muscles still feeling strong and in control, despite the pressure and discomfort she was experiencing from her bladder. 
    But It wasn’t just Sally, looking away she tried to calm herself again, but now everywhere she turned she could see the signs of desperation usually reserved for her late nights. Sally was the worst, a couple of others Becca and Maggie showing similar signs but less pronounced. Embarrassingly Demi was sure the others would likely take her current squirming to mean she was in the same situation; little did they know. She couldn’t see her boss Lena at the front, but given her calm demeanour and conversation about the wait she was probably doing fine. Opposite Demi, the buxom Jessie was doing just fine, as was the ruby red head India. Although her face was a little red and even from a few rows back she could make out the subtle clenching and releasing of legs muscles. But despite the discomfort It seemed they were all going to make it. It was also only now that she realised by filling in, all the women from the department had come on this trip. The three male employees of their small marketing team left behind and making it a lady’s retreat, although she doubted that their boss would let them enjoy themselves too much.
    Squeezing her legs together again a few minutes later Demi was relieved to hear the indicator of the minibus activate as they pulled off the highway and towards a services. Her bladder beginning to pulse lightly as if it knew she was close to relief.
    “Oh thank god, not a moment to soon” Jessie said, peering across from her row opposite despite her calmness it seemed even she needed to go. The group making the most of the half empty vehicle to spread out, many having a nap but all seemingly awake and looking eagerly towards their stop.
    “Alright ladies, 20 minutes and I want you back on and ready to go. We really cant be late.” Lena said sternly a few minutes later as they slowed to a stop.
    “Oh god” Sally groaned as she stood, urgently flinging the seatbelt off and rushing off in the direction of the toilets without so much as a second glance to the others. Her legs twisting and pressing against each other awkwardly as she walked or more waddled quickly.
    “I guess she really had to go” Jessie joked, but Sally wasn’t the only one as soon everyone followed suit. The last 5 hours making them all suitably desperate and taking longer than many of them would have liked.
    Stepping off the bus Demi took a moment to stretch her legs, pushing her elbows together behind her back to work out a kink she couldn’t help but groan softly as the manoeuvre pressed her bladder against her tight clothing even more. The tight waistband of her workout clothes digging in and sending a painful cramp through her abdomen.
    Breathing deeply she allowed herself to squeeze between her legs for a moment as she fought off the spike of urgency. The pain slowly abating but the heavy ache of her full bladder causing her some considerable discomfort still. The lead weight inside her pulling at her muscles and nerves relentlessly for the last few hours. Now at around 1pm she had made it to her target and despite the thrill of the hold she was more than looking forward to releasing the vast quantity of urine held inside her. Focusing on it for one last time she allowed herself to drift off and enjoy the tingling sensations that accompanied the discomfort. The strange sense of excitement and alluring nature of the fight between mind and body making her shiver slightly as her hand pressed into her crotch again.
    “Demi” a voice behind her called.
    “Yes Lena?” She replied, whipping her hand away as she turned to meet her boss. The sudden movement and twist causing new and sharper ripples to flow through her body.
    “Since you are a fill in and were late this morning, I need to go over some of the meeting agenda for the conference” Lena continued, ignoring or not noticing the look on Demi’s face, unpacking a small folder and placing it on a large bollard next to where they had parked.
    Demi didn’t have time for this, but stepping closer she put one leg behind the other and crossed them tightly, attempting not to bob up and down or fidget in desperation. Her boss wasn’t one for childish antics and she got the feeling Lena was already a little annoyed by her.
    “Ok, so the clients are Muller Medical and we are doing the full suite of advertising for them.”
    Nodding Demi hoped if she just agreed with everything the boss said she could rush off sooner rather than later.
    “They are a medical industry equipment provider in Europe, direct to hospitals. However, they have just partnered with an American company and are hoping to move into the private healthcare sector. As such, we need to go through all of their products and create marketing materials for each and every one of them. Now given that we are not medical experts they arranged this little get away conference so that we can spit ball some ideas and talk to their experts. So, the basic presentation we are going to give tomorrow is just a summary of our work in the past and other campaigns. For example, I’ve picked a lot of your teams work for the Jacobs product line. But don’t worry too much about that, we will have a practice run through it all when we arrive.”
    Still nodding she peered over the folder she saw the faintest look of acknowledgements from her boss that she was happy with how Demi was listening. Despite a part of her brain longing to wrap this up as quickly as possible.
    “But for now, I would like you to go through this and see if you can organise some of these products into categories for the types of campaigns we would run for them. They sent them over in production grouping to make it easier for us…but most of it doesn’t make sense for us.” Lena said, handing over the heavy binder. “There are a bunch of sample products in the bus too you might like to look through”
    “Certainly” Demi smiled, grabbing the binder. Pausing for a moment she waited for her boss to continue, before realising that the conversation was over and without giving her a second to change her mind she turned back into the minibus, walking to her seat she carefully placed the folder on the seat next to her. Seeing her half drunk bottle she uncapped it and took a quick swig from it. Her bladder protesting, but having not drunk anything over the last hour or so to protect it, her mouth was extremely dry. Swilling it around in her mouth for a couple of seconds she swallowed, feeling the liquid flow down her throat and a slight waiver of discomfort coming from her bladder.  But that wouldn’t matter soon.
    Stepping off the bus again she sighed in relief, taking a deep breath and despite the aching fullness in her abdomen and discomfort it was causing she felt strangely relaxed. Now on her own she didn’t have to worry about the pretence of not acting desperately and was free to gently press her crotch. The faint tingling returning although now dwarfed by the discomfort it was still enjoyable to think about what had happened over the last 6 hours. It seemed an age since she had tanked up on fluids this morning, somehow holding it through her run and even a five-hour drive. She had beaten her target of lunch time and putting a hand on her bloated bladder she was strangely proud of herself. Unable to stop herself she gave it a gentle press, the allure of the consequences and knowing she shouldn’t do it getting the better of her. But feeling a sharp pulse from it, her knees threatened to give way as she moaned softly. The location she had pressed now throbbing and sending more ripples of pain and pleasure around her body.
    Returning her hand between her legs she shored up the muscles that she had just abused, deciding that perhaps now was the best time to go before she actually lost control. Her aching muscles still feeling strong and in control, but being tested by the volume of liquid she was asking them to keep inside her. However, as she enjoyed the momentary relief of being alone she realised something, she was alone…and didn’t have the key to the minivan.
    Looking through the door she could see her friends bags and belongings still on their seats, expensive phones laptops and music playing devices that she knew she couldn’t just leave. Sighing in frustration Demi slid the door closed, moving over to the small patch of grass and beginning to pace around. Conscious of the buses and cars arriving in the near distance and meaning that any one of them could come over and join them. Part of her wanted to just squat right here, but she would have hated to think what her boss would do if she saw never mind the passing strangers. 
    Pacing around that small patch of grass Demi cursed her boss and work colleagues in her head for the next 15 minutes. She could have sworn several of the cars she had seen going in had come out since they had been in there. What could possibly be keeping them so long, don’t they realise I have to pee, she thought to herself. Spotting a rock on the grass she swung her foot at it, only to groan in pain as the small pebble on the surface turned out to be a much larger buried rock.
    “Fuck me!” Demi shouted, bending over and cradling her bladder as pain seemed to flow between her foot and the bloated organ inside her. The right foot now welling up with a warm pain not dissimilar to how other parts of her felt. “Where the fuck are they” she whispered to herself as she folded her arms across her stomach, her bladder now bulging far enough out she could almost rest her arms on it. Her normally flat stomach pushing out further than she could ever remember…well maybe other than the time she had gone a little overboard at an all you can eat Korean Barbecue. But as far as holds went, this was quickly moving to the top of the list.
    Thankfully a minute later she noticed the gaggle of her co-workers walking towards her. Assuming on one would steal anything in the time it took them to get there she started towards them, her gate awkward as she walked on stiff legs.
    “Hey, boss got us all a coffee” Jessie said, holding out a trey of four cups towards her. But the last thing on her mind was more liquid. “Just…popping to the loo” Demi said hastily as she  shuffled passed the group.
    “You only have like 5 minutes” Jessie replied.
    Nodding as politely as she could, Demi couldn’t help but think whose fault that was as she continued her dash around the back of the building. But approaching the toilets she could have wept, a long line of over 25 women were stood ahead of her. Tapping their toes and some with stern expressions on their face, it seemed she wasn’t the only one in need of relief. How could this be happening to her!
    Biting her nails Demi grunted in discontent as she pressed her legs together tightly while her bladder throbbed in anger at what she was realising, she would have to keep holding it. The very thought sending painful waves of desperation shooting through her body. Looking to the right she thought about rushing into the men’s, but there was an equally long but faster moving line. A tour coach having just arrived and beaten her too it.
    Why was the universe punishing her, she had only wanted a little fun in her own privacy not this! The stars and her own ego aligning and creating this terrible situation that had now gone well past her expectations and limits for fun. She hadn’t even wanted to come on this trip and now she was suffering for helping them out and coming at the last moment.
    The door to the toilets opened and out came India, the slight woman appearing a little sheepishly, her skin flushed and sweaty with a strange look on her face as she avoided making eye contact. The short woman clearly feeling the effects of having to hold her bladder for the last 5 hours, although part of Demi wondered if she had made it completely dry by the strange look she had on her face. A thought that would usually have excited her, but now all she could do was wish that she had been next in line. The fidgeting woman smiling and pushing into the only available stall.
    “Oh…” India said, looking up and realising it was Demi “Were you waiting for me?”
    “No, I was” Demi gestured to the line, standing upright and doing her best not to fidget in front of her co-worker.
    “Oh…OH” India said with a look of realisation before looking away. “So are you, I mean with the” India stammered.
    “Yeah, I will be fine. I barely need to go” Demi waved it off lying. Could she make it 4 hours to the hotel, or maybe she could convince her boss to stop somewhere.
    Walking back to the bus Demi did her best to control herself, trying to appear normal although the subtle glances from India suggested she was doing a bad job of that.
    “Are we all ready to go?” Lena asked as they gathered around the bus, many of the others sipping on their small coffee’s. The boss’s generosity clearly limited but that might turn out to be a good thing with no more bathroom breaks until they arrived.
    “Here” Jessie said, handing Demi and India a pair of coffee’s.
    Pausing for a moment Demi met India’s gaze as they both seemed to pause, wondering if it was a good idea. But with Jessie stood expectantly they both gave in and accepted the drink. After all they didn’t have to drink it.
    Sitting down in her chair, Demi couldn’t help but let out a gentle sigh, her bladder tensing and throbbing inside her. It was clearly angry about its current predicament and was making sure she knew. But with no other options she just had to cross her legs and hold it. She did this stuff all the time she reminded herself, she could totally do this. After all her breakfast and water from the run must have already gone through her, so surely it wouldn’t be getting any worse if she didn’t drink anything. But looking down at the coffee she realised that she would probably and should probably drink it, otherwise her boss might get a little annoyed. On the plus side its small volume surely wouldn’t have made a dent on her empty bladder so it wouldn’t have too much of an impact on her full one...right?
    Taking her first sip she felt her bladder complain again, but with her toned thighs gently rubbing against each other Demi tried pushing all thoughts of peeing to the back of her mind. The bus pulling back out of the services and onto the road, she was once again trapped with a full bladder and 4 hours until her next stop. Placing her hands on her bloated abdomen she was amazed to feel how full it was, she was really pushing her limits. But despite that, Demi still felt strangely confident, or maybe intrigued to see how far she could really push her body. That time at university was the last time she had really lost control, she had been about to pee almost an hour before the alarm, but the situation had pushed her further than she could remember. The only thing that made her break was returning to her room and being able to pee. Since then her control had gotten so much better after years of experimenting, and she hadn’t drunk nearly as much as that day yet. Maybe she really didn't know her limits, how far could she push it if she never got that chance to pee?
    Looking down at her coffee Demi bit her lip for a moment before raising it to her mouth and taking another mouthful, she would be fine.
    Grabbing the folder on the seat next to her she began to flip through it. Scrounging some post it notes from Becca ahead of her, she began creating a key word list for each product and device. That way when they go there they could all start grouping them as their boss had asked. Perhaps if she finished it early enough, should could regain some good will with Lena, maybe even enough for a rest stop.
     
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    I hope you all enjoyed part 2, but of a slow start but I hope enough tension to keep people interested.
    Thank you for all the kind comments so far! 
    Those were both shorter parts so it was easy to get them out so soon one after another. Might be a few more days before the next one.
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    Love this concept. Im not 100% on my SCP knowledge but cant wait to read more!
     
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    Chapter 2: In the beginning
    As the music started and the audience clapped, a sudden sense of nervousness could be felt from many of today's contestants. Each one stood on their pedestals, soon to be the centre of attention for the next hour or more and each hoping to take home the prize money and not humiliate themselves on national television. Since the changes to the show, it had been getting much more attention than before, losing was not an option if they wanted to keep their dignity and their clothes dry.
    "Hello and welcome to tonight’s episode of the weakest link, i'm your host Anne and today we have six lovely ladies hoping to go home tonight with the money. As im sure your aware by now, each round consists of 3 minutes on a chosen category where the contestants must work together to bank as much money as possible. But don’t get to friendly, only one of you can go home with the money tonight."
    So lets begin:
    A booming noise echoed throughout the studio, the lights fell away from the host towards the women in the centre of the stage, the only sound now the rapturous applause of the live studio audience. Another reason why none of the women tonight wanted to loose.
    Round 1: "Today we are going to start things off with a 3 minutes of general knowledge, beginning with you Alex."
    The sudden mention of her name brought her out of her current daze, her heart starting to beat faster. There was no backing out now, it hadn’t seemed real until this moment, as the lights and cameras turned to face her a sense of worry set in, what if she couldn’t do it?
    The host looked down on her, from above her glasses perched on her nose
    "Ok, Start the clock, Alex Which famous leader said 'England is a nation of shopkeepers'?"
    Alex’s eyes widened like a deer in headlights, why did she have to go first. “ah…Winston churchil?”
    "Incorrect, it was Napoleon Bonaparte." Great 0 for 1 Alex thought to herself.
    "Amanda, Which flower is sometimes known as 'Traveller's Joy'?"
    Amanda was also second guessing her decision to be on the show, she didnt realise how public it would be....wait she knew this one. “Clematis”
    "Correct, Claudia,"
    “Bank” She had yelled it more than said it, Claudia was determined not the be the first one to loose them money, and now at least they had something to play for, even if it was just £20.
    Which bird, a member of the crow family, is known for its jet black plumage?
    “ Rook”
    "That is correct, Katy, in what body of water is the mouth of the river Nile found?"
    “Mediterranean?”
    “correct. Olivia, Where are the palatine bones found in the body?"
    “The head”
    “I’ll give it to you for that, the correct answer was the mouth. Scarlet, In 2012, Chelsea beat which German team on penalties to win the Champions League final?"
    “Bayern Munich.” she was relieved, a sports question as her first one, she had really lucked out. Not that she was complaining.
    "Correct. Back to you Alex, How many people made up the English pop rock group "Tears For Fears"?
    Wait was that a music question, she was still in her own head about getting the first question wrong. But this was music and she knew music, in fact she had seen the group perform last year. “two”
    “Correct!. Amanda", “Bank” Even though she was confident in her ability to answer these questions, 300 at this stage seemed to good to loose.
    “The holy roman empire, was largely made from which two European countries”
    “Italy and Germany”
    “Correct. Claudia, What two colours are associated with the corners of a boxing ring?"
    “Blue and red”,
    "Correct. Katy", “Bank” that was another £50, now up to £370 with just under half the time gone.
    "Who was the merchant sea-captain who made the first American circumnavigation of the world in 1790, and is known for trading voyages to the northern Pacific coast of North America between 1790 and 1793, which pioneered the fur trade in that region?"
    ..., was that even a question, all the others had been one sentence and that was like 3. “Uh…..im sorry…. Pass” she couldn’t think of anything and wasting time on this show was just as bad if not worse than wasting time. Hopefully someone else could make up for it later on. At least she banked.
    “The correct answer was Robert Gray. Olivia, What do the initials "c.c." stand for when used in the address of a letter or e-mail?"
    Katy glared at the host, that was nothing compared to the curve ball she just had to answer for.
    “That would be Carbon Copy” Olivia said calmly, years of admin finally coming in handy.
    “Correct. Scarlet, What Spanish artist said he would eat his wife when she died?"
    “Oh, uh…Dali” scarlet wasn’t sure where she knew that from or what recess of her brain had kept it filed away, but she was sure glad she did.
    “Correct. Alex, Who did Lady Diana Spencer marry?"
    “Prince Charles” that was 2 in a row for her, her confidence had returned. She felt much calmer now, her breathing had somewhat returned to normal.
    “Correct. Amanda, Who discovered penicillin?"
    “Alexander Fleming”
    “Correct. Claudia, How many states are there in the United States of America?"
    Was it 50, or 52? “50?” there was a distinct pause, although probably less than a second it felt like an eternity to Claudia “correct”
    Katy readied herself for another convoluted question
    "If you want to make green paint. Which colours do you mix together?"
    Wait that was it “Blue and Yellow” “Correct” 
    They were up to 450, now would be a great time to bank, but Olivia had played it safe once already.
    "Olivia, What year did the Spanish Civil War end?"
    Perfect she knew this “1939”  
    "Correct. Scarlet What does the roman numeral C represent?"
     “100” “Correct
    Every fibre in Alexes body wanted to say bank, but after two in a row, her confidence was high, but was it too high?
    "Alex, Who lived at 221B, Baker Street, London?"
    “Sherlock Holmes” “Correct” No, now she wasn’t a deer in headlights, now she was finding her stride.
    Amanda had been watching nervously as the last few contestants didn’t bank, the host had barely started turning to look at her when she said bank, a full £1000. Even if she got it right the amount wouldn’t keep going up. Just 30 seconds to go and they already had 1,370.
    “Amanda, How many dots are there on two dice?”
    After a quick bit of mental arithmetic, “42”
    “Correct. Claudia, What are the first three words of the bible?"
    “The first three words are, In the beginning”
    “Correct. Katy, What’s the name of the famous clock tower in London?"
    Wait was that two easy ones in a row? “Big Ben” it seemed almost too easy
    “Correct. Olivia, Where was Christopher Columbus born?"
    “Genoa” she said it as fast as she could, just under 20 seconds left they had to make the time count.
    “Correct. Scarlet, What did jobs were the 7 dwarfs doing before meeting sleeping beauty?"
    The question confused scarlet for a second, from roman numerals to sleeping beauty, this really was general knowledge “uH, they were dwar….uhh MINERS!” she shouted
    “Correct”
    Alex had played it risky last time, she wasn’t about to risk It now though.
    “Bank”
    "Alex, What’s the capital of Kenya?"
    “Nairobi”
    “correct” 
    “bank” 
    Amanda thought it was done, but luckily it was a short question, and an easy one at that
    “Amanda, Who starts first in chess?"
    “white” “correct”
    “Bank” Katy shouted and just in time, the lights came up and the buzzer sounded to signal the end of the round. The lights and cameras now focused back on the host Anne.
     
    “Well, I have to say im impressed, that has to be one of the best starting rounds we have had in a while. Together you managed to bank a total of £1,740 in just 3 minutes. If you keep that up one of you will be leaving very happy." The contestants finally managed their first smiles since starting the game, the first round was over and a lot of the anxiety seemed to have done with it.
    “Now then, this rounds strongest link was a tie with many of you answering all questions correctly, however Amanda banked the most money and as such is the strongest link for this round. The weakest link was also tied between Katy and Alex who both got one question wrong, however Alex just managed to beat out Katy with the number of correct answers at the end there, so unfortunately, Katy you are the weakest link”
    It was now that the smiles disappeared again, they had all forgotten in the stress of the questions, what they were actually worried about. Between the contestants stood a large metal container, brightly lit and showing a total of 1,740ml of water, water which was about to be inside their bladders. The catheters they had been given had also been forgotten, but now reminded of their presence each woman could feel it inside them. They had all been surprised by how small and unobtrusive the devices had been when they had put them in, although the sensation was still a strange one.But it was about to get even stranger as the water level in the tank started to fall.
    Each of the women except Amanda's faces suddenly became one of discomfort and slight puzzlement as the bizarre sensation of a bladder rapidly filling internally came over them. The body temperature mixture pumped into them at a steady rate, barely able to feel it and yet knowing what was happening.
    As soon as it started, Katy’s face went from slight puzzlement to worried, suddenly realising that as the weakest link she was already facing 870ml from just the first round. Her eyes went wide in shock as the water kept pumping in. Luckily for her, they had been told the water also contained a mild sedative, not strong enough to affect their muscle control, but it should stop any contractions and enable each woman to hold around double their normal capacity, which was a lot for her. But even with that in the back of her mind, Katy was still worried by the amount going into her bladder right now, there was a long way to go.
    As the rest of the ladies pumps stopped at just over 215ml, Katy's kept going. She could defiantly feel it now, a need to pee that was only getting worse by the second. She looked around to see the others now seemingly relieved, with the strange sensation stopping and the barest need to pee. If she kept loosing she was in trouble, she wasn’t sure she could take another round like that. She had to do better, although that was easier said than done with her now constant need to pee. Finally the pump stopped and she breathed slowly, her suddenly full bladder slowly coming to terms with the amount of liquid current inside it. Unfortunately for her, they were also told that despite being able to put liquid in, these catheters did nothing to stop it coming out when the need was too much.
    A sudden flick of the lights and drumming noise brought Katy back to the present,
    “now its time for round 2, which will focus on Science”
    Amanda almost cheered. Winning the first round and now the next was on her speciality, things were going her way so far. Meanwhile, Katy bit her lip, science was not her strong suit either, but she just had to win if she wanted a chance at the money.
     
    “Lets begin, this time with Amanda”
    “Recent studies suggest that the appendix might be used for what function in the body?”
    “Storing gut microbes” “Correct”
    And that was it, the round flew by for the contestants. Amanda was the clear winner, getting each question correct. Many of the others made mistakes or had to pass on questions they didn’t even understand, let alone know the answer too. They totalled a measly £670 which was less than half of what they got in the first round. Without Amanda they would probably not have got even half that much money, although while many were glad she was here Katy couldn’t help but feel an amount of resentment. Each right answer from Amanda meant more water for her already aching bladder to take. By her second wrong question on something about the nitrogen cycle, she knew she was going to end up as the weakest link again. As such, she had been tactically banking, trying to limit the progression towards the larger amounts at the top on, although in some ways she wished she hadn’t and now had to face an extra 335ml.
    As the host finished congratulating Amanda, the girls felt their pumps activate for a second time, although for a much shorter amount of time. Each could now feel that their bladders were somewhat full, well except for Katy whose need was becoming urgent. But as the pump finished filling her, Katy reminded herself, “you didn’t come on this show to win by intelligence, you came to win by strength, you have an iron bladder that won’t be beaten. Lat month we beat more than a dozen people in that stupid college drinking game and you know you can hold at least a litre on a good day.” She took a deep breath and centred herself, it was going to be hard but she knew she could do it. Looking around, some of the others were staring to look needy, with less than a third of what she had in her. This wasn’t a sprint, it was a marathon.
     
    Current totals
    Alex: 302ml
    Amanda: 0ml
    Claudia: 302ml
    Katy: 1205ml
    Olivia: 302ml
    Scarlett: 302ml
     
    Well that was a bit longer than I originally planned, hopefully it wasn't too much about the questions, I'll possibly do every other round as a full list of questions, otherwise it might be a little long and also a little short of desperation. Would love to know what you guys think so far, any tips would be appreciated!
    More coming soon.
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    Preface: So this is my first attempt at writing fiction so it might not be the best, but all suggestions are welcome and i'd love to hear what you guys think!
    This first chapter is going to mainly be set up for the rest of the story and doesn't have any desperation yet
    Anyway this story is based on a game-show in the UK called the weakest link, it’s a sort of quiz show where contestants are asked questions and have to work together but also against each other to win the most money possible. That is what this story is based on, just with my own omorashi themed twist, hope you enjoy.
     
    Chapter 1 - The set up.
    Fiction background: During the early 2020’s quiz shows were on the way out, desperate to find a solution and draw in more views, the executives of one of the biggest quiz shows “the weakest link” decided to make some big changes. They wanted to add another challenge and a sense of jeopardy to the show, making it more exciting for viewers to watch and more enticing for potential contestants.
    The game: The game itself is simple, the more questions you get right in a row the more money you have the chance to win. The first question of a round is worth £20, if you answer two in a row correctly it goes up to 50, three is 100, then it goes 200, 300, 450, 600, 800, and finally the ninth question is worth £1000. However to get the money a contestant must say the word “bank” before they are asked their question, meaning you don’t know if you are going to know the answer before you bank. If you get the question wrong, you start again at 0 so it’s also a game of chance. You can constantly bank at £20 safely but won’t make the most money that requires you to risk getting it wrong and losing it all.
    The twist: Now all of that is how the game works up until the changes, but in this version there is a twist, which is why you are all here. As well as being a game of intellect, it’s also a game of strength. As you see, for each £1 banked, 1ml of water is also banked, to be shared out between contestants at the end of each round. The more money they make, the more they have to hold. Additionally a strongest link and weakest link are announced, this is the person who got the most right and most wrong answers. The strongest link does not receive any of the banked water, while the weakest gets half of the total. The rest is then shared between the other contestants. So for example, with 6 people and 1000ml banked, the strongest receives 0ml, the weakest 500ml and the other 4 get 125ml.   Due to this change, it also opened up the game to new players who might not be the smartest, but were good at holding.
    Now without further ado - Today’s contestants:
    Alex – A fair skinned and top heavy brunette in her mid-20’s, currently working as a waitress. Her Strongest category is Music. Today she is wearing a pair of light khaki pants, with a black crop top.
    Amanda – A tall blonde in her late 30’s, currently a college tutor of science, her strongest category is unsurprisingly also science. She is wearing a stylish white pinstripe blazer and matching suit pants.
    Claudia – A Slim with bright green eyes in contrast to her jet black hair, in her late 20’s she is currently working as a weather girl for a local tv station. Her strongest category is pop-culture. She is wearing a flowing green top, showing a decent amount of cleavage, paired with a short denim skirt.
    Katy – A Curvy 19 year old with dark brown hair and hazelnut brown eyes to match, currently working as a dancer her strongest category is fashion. She is wearing an extremely tight and figure hugging, knee length purple dress, paired with a large decorative black bow around her waist.
    Olivia – A tall slim woman in her early 30’s, with light brown almost strawberry blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Currently working as an admin assistant at a local law firm, her strongest category is current events. She is wearing a strapless red dress that hugs her slim figure well.
    Scarlet – The oldest of the group in her early 40’s, a slightly larger woman with bright blonder hair and green eyes. Currently a stay at home mother with her two children, her strongest category is sports. She is wearing a pair of well-loved denim jeans and a loose fitting blue blouse.
     
    Sorry thats it for now, but like I said would love to know what you guys think of the idea?
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    After not being able to use the restrooms at the pub, the group of bursting full women rushed to an apartment one of them owned to finally unload the night's content. But finding themselves with an occupied toilet was the last drop. Every woman for herself!

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    Markj9494 reacted to DuffMan in Duffman's Novel A.I. Megathread   
    Previously I'd managed to get decent scenes/events working well enough on their own, and with some difficulty figured out how to get stains/wetting, but the hard part now is to try and mix the two. Too many prompts and the specifics start to get washed out, no pun intended. Getting them both to hit in one render takes a lot more tinkering and dice rolls than any of the two separately. Here's a new batch of what I've managed so far.






















































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    Markj9494 reacted to DuffMan in Duffman's Novel A.I. Megathread   
    Newest batch using my better balanced prompts. I can manage to get the prompts to render without all the misty haze pretty reliably now, so going forward I'm going to try and get the actual "scenes" to be better, instead of the characters just kinda posing with a scene vaguely happening around them. The first tests I did had decent "scenes" that better incorporated all the characters, but lacked all the good looking pee/wetting that would actually look convincing. Up until now it's been one or the other. The challenge will be to balance "content" and "scenes" without losing either.
































































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