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  1. “And if you need more water, most hiking trails will have these pumps,” Rory, our park ranger guide, says while he puts his gallon water jug under the spout, “They are safe to drink out of, but if you feel like you can’t trust them, I have these water purifying drops to put in.” he takes a big gulp from his jug and then turns back toward us. “How often should we be drinking water?” a man from the back of the group raises his hand. How often should we be drinking water? Who asks that? What an amateur. “Listen to your body. But drink as much as you think is necessary to keep your body hydrated.” he shakes his water jug around and smiles. I signed up for this singles hiking group back in March, thinking it would be a fun way to meet someone. Hiking is one of my greatest passions. I love getting to navigate through nature and explore areas. You have to wonder how long it has been since someone has been in the same spot you are. But now that I am actually with this group, I am more annoyed than excited. Everyone I have talked to seems to be just looking for someone to hump in the forest rather than actually exploring with one another. In hindsight, I can’t have imagined what a bunch of people from New York would know about hiking. Even if I come out of this still single as ever, at least I can cross off Shenandoah National Park off of the “National Parks to Visit Before You Die” list. “We are going to hike 5 more miles this way and that will lead us to our camping site,” Rory says, waving his arm East. “We can set up camp, start on dinner… and start getting more familiar with one another,” he says with a wink towards the group. I shudder and worry I have signed up for a nature sex party instead of the romantic campsite experience I imagined. As we started moving again, I realized how equally ratioed our group was with men to women. Maybe this was on purpose by the agency that coordinated it. We did all have to send in a survey about ourselves (likes, dislikes, turnons, turnoffs) before we got here. Maybe they paired us up with someone in the group and we have to find one another in the mix of 14 people. When I typed out the answers for my survey, I felt really vanilla. I am sure that some of these guys are looking for a girl they can be freaky with in the moonlight tonight, but that certainly is not me. For my likes, I listed: writing, hiking, fiber art (a fancy word for crocheting), and bookstores. For my dislikes, I listed: organized religion, messy eaters, cigarettes, and BDSM. One guy in our group has a pack of cigarettes in the side pocket of his backpack and a knuckle tattoo that says “BIG DADDY” across, so I am sure that he is not the one they picked out for me. But I have a feeling he already found his suggested partner, based off of the girl he has his arm wrapped around who has a tattoo of a whip twisted into a heart on her upper thigh. I look around again and try to imagine who they could have picked out for me based on the short amount this agency knows about me. Our group is about halfway through the hike when one guy with dark hair stops to pull out a Cliff Bar, but accidentally pulls out two as one falls onto the trail. He looks down and sighs and then glances back up to see me watching him. He quickly scoops the second pack off the ground and holds it towards me. “Hungry?” he asks. “Uuuuh… Sure?” I say as I hesitantly take the Cliff bar out of his hand. I tear it open and take a bite. It is mint chocolate chip, my very favorite flavor. “You know, this one tastes really good after you warm it up a little. Like a chocolate-mint-oat-cake,” I smile, pulling a bite off. “I will have to try that. Can’t say I ever thought to warm up an energy bar,” he laughs and shows all of his teeth through his smile, they are so white with a cute little gap between the top front teeth. “I grew up in the midwest, where everything tastes and feels better after its been heated up,” I wash my bite down with a swig from my 2 liter water bottle. “What made you move to New York?” he asks. “I move around a lot. I have been in New York for 5 months? I’m a writer, so I can do my work anywhere. I just like the change of scenery,” I explain. “Writer? What kind of writing?” He finishes his bar, crumples the wrapper and places it in the side pocket of his backpack. “Well, not like an author or a poet. I’m more of a freelance editor type of writer. Sometimes people hire me to edit their website pages, proofread their blogs, or just take notes for a conference they did not want to participate in… Nothing super creative like you are imagining,” I explain. “It’s still nice that you have a job that gives you the freedom to move around… And suddenly vacation in Virginia?” he chuckles while he says this. “Well, yeah? I decide my work schedule and what jobs I want to take on. It is pretty perfect for me. I love this kind of thing. Hiking, camping, spending time in nature… What about you? I haven’t asked you anything,” I crumple my own wrapper and tuck it into my backpack pocket, taking another gulp of water to wash away all the bits in my mouth. “Oh yeah, you have to learn about me, huh? Well… I don’t know, I am pretty plain. I have a warehouse job close to New York City. I want to be more into hiking. That’s actually the reason I signed up for this group outing thing… Hopefully, I will meet a girl that will force me out of the city more,” he looks down at me while we continue walking with the group. “Aren’t you so lucky to have met me?” I wink at him. “It seems so…” he chuckles as he pulls out his own gallon sized water bottle. “I think that will be the first thing I will help you out with,” I say, gesturing to his giant container. “What? This?!” he shakes the jug above his head. “Yes! Why did you bring that of all things to carry?” I laugh at his goofy gesture. “It held the most water… and I didn’t want to be out of water. Isn’t that rule #1? Always have water?” he asks. “Well yeah, but now you have to carry a gallon of water around with you while you hike, even worse, you drink the whole gallon without realizing and have to release a waterfall in the middle of the forest,” I explain. He giggles and blushes at this comment, but I don’t know why. “What would you suggest then?” he says, swinging his jug at his side. “Well, I read that you only need to drink 1 liter to every hour you are hiking. So, 1-2 liter bottles are fine. It’s a lot lighter, more compact, and you won’t need to pee as much while you’re drinking it,” I say, lifting my own bottle up, covered in stickers of other national parks and TV show references. “You don’t have to pee after drinking 2 liters?” his eye brows shoot up. “2 liters is definitely easier to hold than a whole gallon. If you finish that gallon before making it to our campsite, you will have to pee in front of all of us,” I gesture towards BIG DADDY and laugh. Again, he blushes. “I guess you have got a point, but what if I don’t drink this whole gallon? It could last me until tomorrow morning!” he says, holding it up with pride again. “Old water that bugs or stuff could have gotten into overnight? I would just get fresh water out of the spouts at the campsite in the morning instead of drinking the same water you carried around all day,” I explain. I start to worry I am coming off as an over explainer, or a really picky person with a preference in water. “That’s definitely a fair point… do you think hiking made you better at avoiding going to the bathroom?” he gestures to my stomach area. “I would say so… especially as a girl, I can’t just stand to pee, I have to find somewhere to squat and clean myself. That’s why the last thing I always pack is toilet paper. It is right at the top of my pack when I need it, easy access for emergencies,” I pat the side of my backpack. “Emergencies? Do you usually hold it until an emergency?” his voice almost quivers as he asks me. “More often than not, I get so into walking through nature and exploring, I don’t even think about it until it is an emergency. When I was in high school, I went hiking with some of my friends from school, and I literally pissed myself because I didn’t realize how badly I needed to go,” I laugh and blush in embarrassment. “How… uh… How much do you think you had in you?” he stammers. “Uh… I don’t know exactly. I am sure I drank maybe 3 liters? And while I started going in my pants, I quickly pulled over into the forest to pull my pants down and go. My friends thought it was so funny to watch it stream down the side of the trail. Like it just wouldn’t stop, I kept going and going and going…” I stop and blush, realizing I am way over sharing with a stranger about my bad bathroom habits. Tonight, he is going to tell all the other guys about this, and I am going to be labeled as the weird girl who talks about pissing herself and having a giant bladder while hiking. “It had to have been over a liter and a half, don’t you think? You drank so much and held it in for so long,” he suggests. He wants me to continue my weird pee talk? “Maybe, I don’t think I have ever measured how much I could hold at one time… I guess that would be an important skill for a hiker?” I giggle thinking about how all hikers must come equipped with massive bladders they can fill and train to release when they can. “Why don’t you? Can we tonight?” he asks, his eyes brightening. “What?” I laugh and readjust my backpack. Such an awkward but curious request from a complete stranger. “We can measure how much you can pee at one time tonight? Why not? It will put your hiking skills to the test,” he winks at me. “I guess I am a little curious?” I weigh out my options. I could ditch this guy for wanting to measure my pee and spend the rest of the night fighting over the other men, or I could measure my piss with this strange guy I will never see again, or I could just remain alone… Maybe our guide, Rory, will want a friend tonight too? “I need to dump out my water anyways, we can use my jug to measure, and I will just rinse it out in the waterfall we are going to be near,” he explains to me. “You know what? Sure… Why not?” I shrug and laugh off the absurdity of this notion. Who knows, maybe he will be so blown away by the size of my bladder, he will want to actually take me on a date when we all get back to New York? “This will be fun! I promise… wait, what’s your name?” he laughs again, with all of his teeth. It continues to charm me, the more and more he does it. I cannot believe I have had this whole conversation about the capacity of my bladder and my situational incontinence with someone whose name I never thought to ask for. “Antonia, but everyone usually calls me Toni… what about you?” I say. Maybe we will finally stop feeling like strangers. “Jake… which is what everyone calls me,” he chuckles and wraps his arm over my sweaty shoulder. I take this as he chose me to be his match on this trip. “So, Jake… I have to ask… Was the Cliff Bar drop a planned pick up game? Or was it entirely an accident?” I smile up to him. “Hmmm… I would like to say I am smooth enough to plan such a clever way to get someone to talk to me… But I unfortunately am not,” Jake moves his hand down to my hip, and then slides his arm away. I can’t say I know for sure if he is my match, or if there are any matches at all and this is just all done randomly, but his energy is one that I can follow. One I don’t mind spending the night with. Later that Evening It was suggested that we all pack our own tents, but by the time we got to camp, some people had already agreed on sharing one for the night. I was sure to pitch my own away from people who I expected to keep me up all night. Jake set his tent up right next to mine. I was curious if he was thinking about asking to share one with me, but I didn’t want to push my luck since he was already so excited to be 5 feet away from where I was sleeping. Rory set up the fire while we all unpacked what we needed and gave everyone the opportunity to mingle. I kept looking around to see if anyone else was curious about me, but Jake, always by my side, was sure to shoo away any other suitors. I am in no way complaining though. I feel like if I hadn’t had Jake to talk to, I probably would be like the other men and women who hadn’t linked with someone yet. All scrambling to find someone to talk to, maybe to share their own tent with. The desperation in the air was almost unbearable. “When did you want to start?” he asks, placing his hand over mine. “Hm? Start what?” I say, blushing, confused by if he meant something I didn’t understand. “Drinking,” he says with a wink. “Hmmm… Maybe after dinner? When everyone else has gone to sleep? So we can have privacy, and all,” I shrug my shoulders, not sure if I am as excited as he is. “That’s smart… Would you want to find somewhere secluded to do it?” He gestures his head towards the forest behind our tents. “Well, yeah… but I don’t think we are allowed to go very far at night without Rory… you know, lions, and tigers, and bears?” I explain. “Oh my! Well, we don’t have to go super far, just enough where you can pee in peace and privacy?” he says. Not that we all had to go to the bathroom in the forest, I wasn’t worried about that. We have some out-houses at our camp that had been cleaned out by the men of our group. Mostly because none of the women wanted to go near the spider webs that covered most of the ceiling and walls. “Nice alliteration! Yeah, I get it. How about I go right now, so I can scope out a secret spot, and have a fresh bladder?” I begin to stand up. “Nice alliteration right back! That sounds good!” he says, also standing up. I am going to go ask Rory when he thinks dinner will be ready. I begin to walk into the forest, the ground covered with decaying leaves, and I am sure of some kind of dangerous bug, but my hiking boots take it all for me. While I walk, I wait until I can’t hear anymore people talking from our group. I had only drank a liter on the hike up, and while I barely had to go, I was more curious on what my bladder capacity was like. I had listened and counted another woman’s stream while she was in the bathroom and I was helping collect firewood for Rory, and she had a count of 5 Mississippis before she was finished. When I found a spot secluded behind a tree, I pulled my pants down to my knees and squatted. My stream was already so strong and heavy I counted until I was finished at 15 Mississippis. It gave me a little bit of hope that I will have something impressive to say at the end of the night tonight. When I got back to the camp, Jake was filling up my 2 liter bottle with more water. “I think I found a nice spot. A huge tree with lots of room to hide behind south from our tents,” I said, taking the bottle from him. “Very good. Did you flood the place already, power pisser?” he laughed and poked at my side. I blushed at this comment, confused if it was a compliment or a bash on me pissing myself. “No… But I held a stream for 15 seconds if that means anything?” I shrug my shoulders as we both sit on a log together in front of the fire, clearly set up by the agency for a romantic setting. While we wait for nightfall, a few of us decide to go see the waterfall only a quarter of a mile away. Jake and I stay at the shore and pick at the rocks that sit at the bottom. At some point, Jake actually catches a small fish with his hands and holds it by its tail for me to see. He isn’t much of the city boy I thought he was, so willing to get dirty and play in the mud with me. He talks a lot about the other adventures he wants to go on when he gets more used to hiking and camping with me. Even though I had concerns about the excitement he has for my bladder, I can see he is excited to get to know me more personally. He showers me with compliments about how beautiful and smart I am. I am almost as quick witted as he is, it makes him so much fun to talk to. We all travel back and have dinner together, where Rory leads us in some ice breakers, obviously meant for those who are getting antsy and worried about this trip being a waste. Rory starts with some easy to share questions, like “What are your 3 deserted island movies?” or “If you were a fruit, what fruit would you be?” which turns into a far more erotic conversation than orginally thought. And then he asks “What is your most embarrassing sex story?” Everyone giggles and blushes, no one really wants to start. Jake glances around and raises his hand up. “One time, I had a girl pee on me during sex?” he chuckles and looks around. Everyone else laughs hysterically. I raise my eyebrows that he brings up pee with a past love interest in his life. “She peed on you? What were you guys doing?” one guy asks him. “Well.. I don’t know. Before we started, she told me she had to use the bathroom from all the drinks she had when we were at the bar before. I asked her to wait a little bit, things were already so hot and heavy, I didn’t want to have to stop and wait. She held it while we continued. She kept wiggling around during foreplay, she was cupping her bladder while she su-... performed felatio on me?” he stops to chuckle with everyone else “And then, I guess the pressure of me inside of her pressed too hard on her bladder because BAM! She starts peeing. And it’s not like a little tinkle, it’s full blast. She stands up and she can’t stop because of how full she is. I started to push her towards my bathroom, but she had already released so much, she was near empty at this point. My carpet was soiled, and luckily she was leaning on the bench at the end of my bed, so nothing actually on my bed was ruined. She was so embarrassed, though… I really didn’t mind, if anything the whole experience was so intimate, it made me want to keep going,” he blushes again and nods at everyone else. Some of the girls were looking at him with what I could only describe as “fuck-me” eyes, as if he just told the most romantic story. “So what did you do?” another guy asks Jake. “Uh… I mean, I kept going?” Jakes laughs a little bit “Once that was out of the way, and she cleaned up, she was ready to keep going.” “Well, one time, I accidentally put a Slip-Knot song on my spotify ‘sexy time’ playlist…” another dude starts his own answer to Rory’s question. I’m half listening to him and half thinking about the story Jake shared with the group. I will have to admit, it is very romantic how he connected with this girl through her own embarrassing moment. But is it more to him that she spilled her bladder all over him? Is that why he wants to see me pee so badly? Is this how he judges the women in his life? After Rory ran out of stories, and the others began retiring to their tents, I started drinking with Jake. I started gulping down my liter water bottle as soon as Rory zipped up his own tent. Jake offered to get me the purification drops for my water, but I didn’t really mind. I was pretty used to trail water, it tastes fresher, in a way. After I finished my 2 liters, Jake asked if I wanted more. I could already feel the heaviness of the water weighing down my bladder, but I thought it would impact the true amount I can hold if I didn’t fill myself to max capacity. “Here you go, thirsty girl,” Jake hands me my refilled bottle, and I begin chugging again. Jake makes conversation with me while I begin feeling the impact of holding so much in my body. It is funny how such a simple action turns into an extreme annoyance. I sit on top of my legs and begin to bounce to keep my bladder tightened. “Do you feel okay?” he asks, his eyes following me as I bounce. “Yeah totally! I just think it’s funny how quickly this will all be over. I keep thinking ‘I should go pee’ before realizing I want to wait,” I giggle as I sip more water. The trail water that I previously romanticized was starting to make me feel sick to my stomach. Like the scene in Matilda where the boy has to eat the whole chocolate cake. I’m struggling keeping the water down and up at the same time. “Do you want to head to the spot? We can wait out there more?” Jake asks. “That’s probably a good idea,” I say, wincing and moaning as I stand up. My bladder has never felt this much all at once. I may sip and hold without realizing while I am hiking, but I have never tested its full limits. I can only imagine that the weight and pressure is similar to carrying a child. Jake grabs his gallon water bottle, a roll of toilet paper, and flashlight to guide us with. While we start walking to the tree I had picked out, I cup my hand over my bladder and squeeze tightly. My thighs soon stick together in order to keep a tight hold and I waddle to the spot. Jake keeps looking over to me and smiling the same smile he had when he told his own pee story. He thinks this moment is a lot more romantic than I do, and I am starting to become annoyed with what a leisurely stroll this is for him while I am sweating to keep myself together. Every few steps I feel small drips onto my hand, but nothing massive near bursting that he is waiting for. When we get to the tree, I take a heavy breath and lean against it. My bladder is so hard and painfully pressing outwards. I know that I am so close to bursting the way he wants me to and I am trying to push and move as much water forward and down to my bladder bulge to get a large measure. Jake puts his water container down and unscrews the top. It reminds me of a giant bucket, long and wide enough that I know I won’t spill or squirt with bad aim. I begin to slide down my shorts painfully over the bulge of my bladder and I stop them at my knees. I slowly move towards the jug and squat over it, expecting myself to absolutely release a waterfall, but nothing happens. I reposition myself and shake my hips a little bit confused as to what is going on. “What? What’s wrong?” Jake asks. I roll my eyes and wish I could just tell him to leave me alone while I figure it out. “I have no clue? I was near an explosion the whole walk over here. Now that I am finally in position, nothing is coming out?” I whine with annoyance. I stand up again, constantly feeling the weight of my bladder push against me. I squat back down and spread my knees more when finally, the stream starts. The stream trickles at first, then begins to rush, before I am absolutely spurting the pee out of me. I have a small release until a flashlight lights up Jake’s head. “Hey! What are you guys doing out there?” I hear a voice yell. Thank god, it doesn’t sound like Rory. I don’t know how to explain this to anyone, let alone a park ranger. I clench my bladder shut and stand up, immediately pressing my back to the tree in order to hide. The pain is less, but the extreme wanting to go is still there. “Toni got sick! I took her for a walk in the woods for some air, I think it was the campfire!” Jake yells back. He looks back at me and nods his head. He gestures his hand to the ground in front of me, and I take this as a sign to put on a performance for whoever he is talking to. I begin making loud hurling noises, careful not to push too hard. “Is she okay? Is she vomiting? You have to clean that up. It will attract animals,” the voice yells back. “Just a little vomit. We’ll take care of it. Thank you!” Jake waves to the voice while I stay pressed up against the tree. I yell one last hurl for good measure as the light moves away from Jake. “Who was that?” I say sharply, angry I was interrupted by someone. “Big Daddy and his rope bunny,” Jake laughs “I think they too were scoping out a secret spot.” I can’t help but roll my eyes and laugh with him. I can’t judge them though, compared to what I am doing in the forest late at night. To each their own, as they say. I waddle back over to the jug, and squat again, this time instantly gushing into the jug. I lose count after 25 seconds as I release more and more into his jug. The hot pee is steaming in the cold night air as it releases. Once the waterfall stops, I stand up, wincing at the now swollen empty bladder sitting within me. I back away and sit against the tree, but Jake eagerly rushes over to see all that I had done. “1.8 liters?” Jake says, holding up the container and shining a flashlight to the measurements on the side “Are you joking? That is… that… wow. I am at a loss for words.” I blush at this weird compliment. I am out of breath from holding so much and releasing it all at once, so I am taking this time to just relax. He takes out his phone and snaps a picture like I broke a world record. “What? What was that?” I ask, pointing to his phone. “The picture? I don’t know. Don’t you think it’s cool? You peed so much! That is beyond impressive!” he says, handing me his phone to show me the picture. He dumps out my warm pee from the jug and you can still see the steam rise where it all lands. I am too tired to ask anymore questions. I grab the toilet paper and clean myself quickly. Jake takes my hand and helps me stand up. “So… what do you think about coming and spending the night in my tent? I pee for you, and you reward me with cuddles tonight? You are now obligated to monitor the sick girl,” I say, handing him his phone back. “I thought you would never ask,” he smiles. Check out my own extreme holds at: www.frostysfantasies.com
  2. BZZ BZZ I glance down at my phone, and a text from him pops up. Here I type quickly as I spritz perfume onto my neck one last time and step into my shoes. Coming!!! His black car is parked in front of my apartment building, and I can hear music already being played from it. I remember telling him I liked listening to lo-fi hip-hop to relax, and I already know he took quick note of it. He jumps out of the car when he sees me exiting the building, rushing to the passenger’s side door. He opens the door, and holds a hand out to help me step into his car. I blush and smile at this chivalrous gesture as I buckle my seat belt and he gets back into the car. After our experience with one another when we first met, we agreed that our first date should be more laid back and no pressure. But I secretly hope that he has small intentions for something with excitement. He drives us to a bar near my house where we can get drinks and food while we get to know one another. We get a nice booth in the corner of the bar, very secluded from the rest of the business going on. He sits across from me and smiles in a way that is shown all across his face. Our waitress quickly comes over to us to take our order. “I’ll have an amaretto sour?” I say, smiling up at her from my seat. “A double Jack? … please” he says. The waitress quickly rushes away to get our drinks. I glance through the menu, and then back up at him. He is staring at me, still with that smile. “Do you know what you are going to get?” I ask while hiding my awkwardness. He takes a minute to answer as he still stares at me. It’s not an inappropriate stare, he is looking right at my face, but I wish I knew what he was thinking. “What?... oh yeah! I’m getting the steak tacos. What about you?” his eyes snap out of the trance, and I can see his eyes glance around, and then back at me. I can’t tell if he knows he was staring or if he was doing it on purpose, but I can’t say that it bothers me. His eyes are beautiful, and I love the presence it gives when he looks at me. He already makes me feel so wanted and desired. “I think I’m getting the same thing,” I giggle, “I get tacos wherever I go, I feel like,” the bus boy brings us some glasses of ice water and a basket of popcorn. I immediately pick up the glass and begin sipping. “Have you had them here?” he asks. “Yeah, I think I doordashed them a while back, and I think I really liked them. Did you want to get an appetizer?” I glance back down at the menu to see if anything else interests me. “If we’re both getting tacos, how about chips and salsa? Or queso?” he leans over and points at my own menu. His hands shock me at how attractive they are. His fingers are long with the knuckles well pronounced. The nails are trimmed neatly, but he has working hands with dark lines. “Yeah, that sounds really good! I love chips and queso.” I nod, and feel a bit let down when he pulls his hand away. Our waitress comes by with our drinks, mine is served in a tall glass with two maraschino cherries on top, and his in a short glass. “Are you guys ready to order?” she asks while she grabs a notepad from her apron. “Yeah, we are going to start with the chips and queso, and we will both be having the steak tacos,” he explains and grabs my menu to give to her. “Okay! Thank you, coming right up!” she tucks the notepad back into her apron, and takes the menus from him. We sip on our drinks and talk while we wait for our food. The bus boy comes by with more water for my glass. I know I drink more when I’m nervous, and I thought I would have it more under control since the last time we saw each other, I embarrassed myself, and it could not get any more awkward than it already was. But I am still drinking while he talks, and I pause when it is my turn to talk. I think it is something of a distraction for my mouth and it stops me from making any stupid faces, but I find myself on my third glass of water and my second amaretto sour when our food comes. I break apart the chips to dip them in the queso dip, and that becomes my mouth distraction. He talks a lot more than I do, and he is really funny, so I do not mind being the one to sit and laugh when it is appropriate. I lick my teeth and drink a big gulp of water when it is my turn to talk again, afraid of food being in my teeth or across my mouth. Again, I soon realize that I’m going through drinks way too fast. I know he notices it too because when I get my fifth glass of water filled, his eyes go to my stomach. I can only assume he is imagining my bladder expanding and hoping that it bursts in the way it did when he saw me at work. He will be surprised to know that I am pretty talented at holding it. While I have had a lot to drink, it is pretty easy to hide and take care of in a short period of time. At work, I have to hold it all day long, and while some days do get out of hand, I have it managed pretty well. When the waitress brings the tacos to our table, I ask for another amaretto sour. Other than wetting myself, I am not worried about the amount of alcohol I’m consuming on account of the food and near gallon of water I have consumed. She brings it back quickly, and while we eat our matching dinner, we continuously glance up at one another. I don’t know why he does it, but I do it to see if I can catch him staring at me. His eyes are so round, bright, bold, and I feel them on me when I take bites. I begin to over think what I’m doing, not knowing if he is admiring me or judging the size of bites I take, the amount I’m eating, the way I eat. “What do you think? Is it good?” I giggle, trying to break the silence. “Yeah, definitely! They’re great. What about you?” He wipes his mouth with his napkin after answering me. “Yeah, but I feel as though you can wrap anything in a corn tortilla, and I’ll love it,” I laugh, then take another sip from my drink. He watches me as I do so. I know he wants to ask why I drank so much or how I felt, but he doesn’t. Maybe he’s not that interested in my piss kink the way that I thought. I was hoping this would get his attention or make him more excited, but I can’t tell. “Would you want to get dessert too?” he asks. “Oh yeah definitely! Let’s just split one though, we have already eaten so much.” I say while I push my plate away. The waitress comes back, offering the dessert menu, and while he takes it, he slides it between us. I lean forward and glance down at it with him. I can smell his light cologne, a soft musk that flows from him. “What about this one?” I say, pointing at the warm brownie that comes with icecream on top. “That’s fine with me!” He slides the menu to the edge of the table. The waitress comes back, and same as before, he orders for us. I ask for another amaretto sour, and he returns to staring at me, analyzing my decisions of drink. When she comes back with our plate, she only has one spoon. I notice it and I’m sure he does too. I assume we are going to ask for another, but he doesn’t so I don’t. He picks up the spoon, slides it over the ice cream and into the thick brownie chunk, and turns it towards me. I blush when I realize he wants to feed me. I lean forward and wrap my lips around the spoon, then slowly pull away. I chew really slowly, still blushing at this act of intimacy. He takes his own bite and chews, smiling at me. I wash my bite down with the rest of my water, then take the spoon after he finishes chewing. I repeat the process, scooping the ice cream and brownie, then leaning forward to feed the bite to him, then taking a bite for myself. We go back forth, feeding one another silently, yet erotically. On the last bite, I lean forward again, but this time I feel a little trickle going down the side of my thigh. I immediately pull back and sit against the back of the booth, suddenly embarrassed. I begin to panic, not knowing what to do or what the situation is going to be like. I realize the alcohol loosened me up, and I had little control over that moment, but I’m fine if I remained the way I was. I relax my shoulders and smile back at him, taking another sip of my amaretto sour. “Thank you for taking me out… I really appreciate it,” I say, sliding my hand across the table, on top of his. “My pleasure, I’m happy that you agreed to come out with me,” he responds, rubbing his thumb against the back of my hand “Are you ready to go?” “Yeah, I think so! I certainly cannot eat anymore,” I giggle at him. The waitress brings our check to us, and he pulls his card out first, laying it in her booklet. “I’ll get the next one,” I say, nodding my head at his card. “I get another date?” he smirks at me. “I don’t see why not?” I giggle again, taking another sip from my drink. While we sit and talk while waiting for the check to come back, I begin to feel an ache in my bladder. I guess I hadn’t really paid attention to how much I had been drinking. The panic sets in when I try to scoot out in order to reach my purse and my jeans squeeze my bladder tightly, again, I feel a drip leak out of me. I squish my thighs together and shift my weight. I’m not as good at holding it as I thought… When the waitress gets back with our check, I grab my purse quickly and stand up, covering my legs with it. “I’m going to go use the restroom, and then we’ll go?” I smile at him as he is just putting his wallet away. “Huh? Oh yeah, for sure!” he looks disappointed as I waddle off to the lady’s room, already feeling like I’m going to burst. I turn the corner when I see my worst nightmare. A line of women all standing outside the door of the bathroom. My eyes widen when I see that there are only 2 toilet stalls and a line of 10 girls in front of me. I would never be able to make it in time. I rush back to the table, and grab my coat. “Nevermind, the line was too long. Let’s just go, yeah?” I say quickly, near out of breath. “Yeah… is there a problem?” he questions. He glances down at where I’m holding my purse and jacket. My leg begins to bounce as a way to settle my urgency. I glance around the bar to make sure no one is staring. “No… well yeah… but we have to go now… I would like to go now,” I say nodding my head towards the door. He nods and grabs his jacket from his side of the booth and immediately gets behind me, almost as if he already knows the leaks I have on my jeans. “I was really impressed with the amount of drinks you had tonight. Did they catch up to you?” he whispers into my ear as he guides me towards the door. “Yes… quicker than I thought” I whisper back, wincing as the ache in my bladder begins to pulse. He holds me close as he rushes me to his car. Already, I feel his cock harden against the back of my leg, but I choose not to mention it and focus on the problem we are currently trying to solve. I am trying to take long deliberate steps so as not to leak anymore. “Can you hold it if I drive you back?” he asks, opening the door for me. “Yeah, I should be okay, I think,” I respond. I actually don’t know. I was not expecting this to come so quickly and so urgently. It feels like when we met all over again. I think about the time it takes to get to my house, and I feel like if he puts the pedal to the metal, I should make it back safe. I get in and quickly buckle my seat belt, then he starts the car. As he backs up and turns the car around, I feel the bulge of my bladder press against the bottom of the seat belt. He is driving towards my apartment, and I feel as though we are making good time. If I don’t embarrass myself, maybe I can even invite him inside. And then my bad luck shows up again. The railroad traffic arms come down with bright flashing lights and a loud bell. I groan in despair, squirming in the seat, cupping my crotch with urgency. He looks over and bites his lip out of sympathy. I can tell he’s trying to think of a solution to my problem, but nothing is looking good for me and my bladder is about to burst. The freight train zooms through and passes us quickly, but I know I’m losing valuable time. At any moment the floodgates are going to open, and I am going to ruin his car with my waterfall of piss. “Okay, I have an idea if we don’t make it, but this is a last resort,” he puts the car in park and unbuckles in order to get into the back seat. I hear some rattling and then rustling as if something small is being poured out onto the back seat. He comes back with a giant jar. “I keep this in my car for emergency pretzels, but I can donate the jar to your unfortunate cause,” he laughs and hands it over to me. I hold onto the giant jar and feel comforted that I have a way out if I need it. “However, I might still want to watch you release all that you have inside of you,” he winks. I’m shifting my weight back and forth on my hips as the train finally finishes. The arms go back up, and he begins driving again. It seems as though I can’t catch a break because as the car bumps over the railroad tracks, my bladder loosens and I leak another drop. “I hope you won’t be mad if I have a little accident…” I whimper. “Leather seats are easy to clean, don’t worry about it,” he says. I look back down at his crotch and see that his cock is still rock hard, pressing against the inside of his pants. I know I have to go, but I really wanted that bit of excitement to go along with our night. I reach over and begin to rub the outline of his dick. His eyes widen and he turns to me with a gasp. “You… You don’t need to do that right now,” he lets out a moan as I massage his cock more sensually. “I know you said you liked seeing me hold my bladder, I can only imagine how much this is turning you on,” I whisper, unbuckling my seat belt and getting onto my knees in the seat. With one hand, I unzip his pants, and with the other, I’m holding onto my crotch, making sure I wouldn’t leak as he drove. I kiss up and down his neck while tugging his pants down his thighs. His cock pops right up as I pull his boxers around it. “I knew it was driving you crazy,” I whisper into his ear and bite his ear lobe while I stroke his dick. He moans softly and takes deep breaths as he is still trying to focus on the road. I lean down and squeeze my thighs together, still trying to overcome and not think about the Niagara Falls that would soon happen if he didn’t get me back soon. I wrap my lips around his dick and begin to suck slowly. He lets out a heavy groan of pleasure as I take more and more into my mouth. I bob my head up and down while pressing the tip of my tongue along the sides of his cock. I know he has pulled into my apartment complex’s parking lot when he slows down and creeps into a parking spot. At this point, I know I can’t just leave him like this, so I keep pleasuring him. I force my face further down and continue to suck his cock, rubbing the base of it with my free hand. He puts his hand on the back of my hand and holds my hair up for me. He leans his seat back and begins to thrust his cock into my throat. I gag and my mouth overflows with saliva over his dick. He moans louder and louder, and then squeezes my hair tightly. I then feel his hot cum shoot down the back of my throat. He holds my head there for a moment, still thrusting softly. After he finishes, he lets go of my head, and when I sit up, it feels as though all the fluid in my body has returned. I begin to leak onto his seat, and not just the little sprinkle from before, but actively bursting, right in his car. “Oh shit!” I yell, grabbing his pretzel container. I jump out of the car, tear down my already soaked pants, and finish my bladder’s explosion into the empty container. I fill it up nearly half way before I’m completely done. I look up to him and smile. I had not even thought to look around and see if anyone else was in the parking lot with us, I was just so happy to have sucked him off and finally been able to release my aching bladder. I pull up my pants, soaked in urine, then grab my jacket and purse from his car. “After I get some paper towels, maybe come in for a night cap?” I giggle and blush at him. “I think you are good on drinks for tonight, girly,”
  3. I had driven past this diner ever since I got a job down the road as a forklift driver. It seemed small, and I looked up the menu online so I would already know what I wanted when I went in. Looking through the front windows as I parked, the restaurant appeared to be quite empty. There was one girl standing behind the counter that she was wiping down. She looked up at me when she heard the front door creak open. “Are you guys closing?” I asked her from the doorway. “In an hour, you’re fine!” a beautiful smile stretched across her face. She was short, yet buxom. I flashed her a smile of my own and walked over to sit at the counter. She set a glass of ice water and silverware wrapped in a paper napkin out for me, reaching for an order pad adorned in sharpie with what I assumed must be her name, “Fiona.” ‘Do you need a menu?” she asked. The way she said this came out a bit more strained than her initial greeting, almost rushed. “No thanks, I actually know what I want. Can I have two eggs scrambled, sausage patties, hash browns, and wheat toast please?” As I said this, she quickly wrote it down, but wobbled a bit as she did so. “Okay, coming right up!” She turned away to put my order in. As she walked I could see her squeezing her thighs together, her steps small and quick. Not to say she could not part them; the way the lower half of her legs frayed out as she walked exposed how tightly she was holding her body. “Are you okay?” I asked, pointing to her leg bouncing as she hung my order up on the kitchen’s ring, crossing her legs back and forth as she turned back to me. “Yeah, it’s just… well never mind,” she said, turning away towards the kitchen. I left it at that, thinking she was going to take care of whatever was wrong, but she came back with butter and jelly for my toast looking just as unrelieved as when she had left. “Are you sure?” I asked , noticing now a subtle sense of urgency in her eyes. “Actually… to be honest, my boss doesn’t let me use the bathroom while I’m working. I have to hold it in all day, even when we aren’t busy.” she looked down at herself, embarrassed by how she contorts her body. “That’s really not fair to you… you can go right now,” I glanced around the restaurant in search of her boss, “I promise I won’t tell.” “The cooks would tell on me… or my boss could walk in at any second… I just….” she said, struggling to get a full sentence out. “That can be really dangerous, you should really go-” I began to say, until she let out an angry moan and gripped her side of the counter. She pushed herself forward and leaned hard against the wall behind her. She began to blush red, and look down at herself. As I followed her eyes, I noticed the spotting over the crotch of her pants. I looked away as quickly as possible. “You can go… you should really just go…” I said quietly, as to not embarrass her in front of her coworkers. She reached down and cupped her bladder. “No… ugh. It’s too late, I won’t make it,” she whispered back. Then she turned around and hobbled forward. I could hear small drips of pee leaking onto the floor. She pulled down a cup from the stack next to the soda machine, then turned to me. “Please don’t tell anyone about this…” she pleaded. I gave her a nod with a concerned expression on my face because I really did not know what she was going to do. I heard her unzip her pants and she tugged them down just above her knees. She put the cup between her legs, and that’s when I heard the heaviest and fastest stream of pee, rushing into the cup. For a moment, she had a look of relief on her face, but then it faded. She stopped her stream and put the full glass of pee onto the counter next to me. She leaned back again, grabbed another cup, and continued her process until that cup was full again. She repeated the process, over and over again until she was finally finished. I had never experienced a boner as hard as the one she gave me as she filled each cup. It was difficult to contain myself as my cock pressed up against the tight jeans I wore to work. She had filled four of the soda cups up with pee, just with her own bladder, not counting the puddle at her feet. “I am so sorry… I will comp your meal and any meals you have going forward, that was so embarrassing…” She zipped her pants up and quickly grabbed all four of the cups to go dump out. “No… uh… don’t worry, okay?” I turned towards and watched her dump all of the cups into the sink. When she turned back around to me, I could tell my secret was out. Her eyes went straight to the outline of my hard cock. “Oh. I didn’t realize that impacted you that way?” she blushed and smiled a little “Was that from taking my pants off in front of you or the… the…” “It was from that, yeah… I don’t know why, I really have never reacted that way before to something like that. But you just… you had so much. I don’t mean to be inappropriate.” I confessed, unable to deny my blatant arousal from her bladder bursting display. “Can I tell you a secret?” she whispers, leaning in close to me. “Sometimes I like to hold my pee even when I’m not working. I’ll drink and drink until my bladder is so full it bulges!” My already aching cock throbbed, begging for release as I drowned in a pool of my own lust. I stammered for something to say as she continued: “When I finally can’t stand it anymore I go into a big container and measure how much I was able to hold. My record is one and a half liters right now, but I’m holding more and more with each attempt!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing; if she was being truthful she was only half a liter away from having a bladder capable of holding half a gallon. “You like holding? Really?” I ask her, feeling for a moment that she’s only messing with me. “Yep! Not as much as you seem to enjoy it though.” She motioned down with her eyes, giggling and biting her lip. “Maybe you’d enjoy watching me do this type of thing again sometime? My last boyfriend and I didn’t see eye to eye on many things, this included.” Before I could say “yes” she had written her phone number down on a piece of scrap paper and was pressing it into my palm. “You have to buy the drinks though.” She winked at me as she walked through the double-swing doors leading to the kitchen.
  4. Football was never my forte. I never understood the game, why they throw flags, why it’s okay to tackle each other. Basically the whole concept of football is a blur to me, but when a cute guy at school asked me to go, I decided I was definitely going to this game, no matter how confusing of a night. David had been talking for awhile, and I know he’s interested in me, and this football game was going to be the sign off on us dating. I showed up and parked myself in the stands with a warm mug of coffee and a big blanket for us to share. I sipped slowly on the coffee, until I saw him walk up to the stadium. I waved him over and he had a big smile on his face. “Is that for me?” he said, reaching for the coffee. “It’s what’s keeping me warm right now! I don’t wanna share,” I giggled and put it between my legs. “Here, let me fix that,” he leaned in and sat down next to me. He pulled a portion of the blanket over his shoulder and slid his arms around me. I snuggled up next to him and we watched the game together. He let me ask any questions I had about football and held me the entire time. I finished the coffee, so he went up to concessions and got us water bottles with our school logo on them. I chugged mine before he could even open his. “Thirsty much?” David laughed and sat back down. “I’m always thirsty, I have no idea why!” I hit him with the side of the water bottle flirtatiously. During halftime, one of the clubs walked through the stands, selling hot chocolate as a fundraiser. David waved one of them down and bought me a cup, which I sipped on slowly, but still finished quicker than him. He made fun of me again for drinking so much, but I told him it was completely normal for me to drink so much. “Won’t you have to use the bathroom?” “No… I don’t pee at all throughout the school day. I guess I just trained myself to not think about that,” “I think I’ve got an idea…” David said, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. “Uuh.. what?” I didn’t know what exactly he was thinking, but he got up and grabbed my hand, pulling me down the stands and to concessions. He put a 20 dollar bill down onto the counter and asks for 5 water bottles. I followed him to underneath the stadium stands and he sat down, spreading the bottles in front of him. “Chug.” David said, handing me one of the bottles. “Dude, this is a really weird first date. Do you make all of your girlfriends do this?” “No… but it seems you have a talent, and I wanna see how far you can go,” he shrugged his shoulders and motions me to start my mission “Now go ahead and start!” I cracked open the first bottle and started to chug it. Once I finished that one, I kept going one after one, finishing each bottle until we ran out. “How do you feel?” David scooted next me and put his hand on my abdomen, feeling my bladder. “It kind of aches?” I pressed his hand down “I definitely need to pee now” I giggled and stand up. “Uh.. where are you going?” David took my hand and pulled me back. “To the bathroom?” “No! Stay here for a bit longer?... Please?” “I’m gonna come back? I’m not ditching you?” “I just… I want to… Nevermind. You wouldn’t understand,” ` I raise my eyebrows, more confused than I was watching football “No, what is it?” “You can’t judge me, okay? You have to promise not t judge me, or I’ll feel disgusting and I’ll be too embarrassed to ever talk to you again,” he squeezed my hand a little harder. “Yeah, of course! Just tell me!” I urged him. I sat back down next to him and leaned in really close “I… I enjoy watching girls hold their bladders… and then pee everything out… So I thought it would be cool to see what you could do, but your bladder is huge, and I just wanna watch you handle all the liquid you just drank,” David didn’t even look at me while he told me this, but it was way more interesting than the game on the other side of the stands. “So you want to watch me hold my pee?” I said, pulling his chin up to look at me “That’s okay, David. I’m not gonna judge you! If it makes you feel any better, I have a thing for calves… Like really muscular calves are really attractive to me.” “So you don’t think it’s weird?” he looked up and smiled. “No, not at all! People have their own things they find attractive, and you like girls with big bladders.” We moved closer to each other, and I could tell we were both more relaxed. About half an hour went by, and all the water that I drank hit me. I started squiming and grabbing my bladder. He noticed I was beginning to struggle and he smiled. “Your bladder isn’t so tough anymore?” he put his hand back down and presses on my bladder. I winced and let a soft moan out. “Oh come on, girly. How badly do you have to pee?” “10/10 David… My bladder feels like I’m gonna burst open,” “Okay.. let’s play a game-” “After I pee?” “No babe, before you pee…” David placed his hand behind my neck and kissed me. I closed my eyes and kissed him back, putting my hand against my bladder. “Nuh uh…” he grabbed my hand “No touching” I bit my lip and kissed him together, trying to distract myself more than before. The more I kissed him, the more the water seemed to push on my bladder. I whimpered and wiggled, David grabbed onto my hips and pulled me on top of him. I straddled his legs and pressed my hands against the cold pavement beneath him. I look around and no one is coming near where we are, and I get the idea the go a little harder on him. I started grinding against he crotch, which not only got him hard but subsided my bladder for a few moments. His breathing started getting heavier and his grip on my hips got harder. I slid down his body and get between his legs. I rubbed his hard cock through his sweatpants and he started moaning. I raised my hips up into the air to ease some of the pressure from my bladder. I tugged down his bottoms and exposed his cock. I licked up between his balls to the tip of his cock and he convulsed. “You okay?” I giggled out, stroking his cock. “Huh?... Yeah, I’m fine…” he looked down at me and smiled “This isn’t like my usual first dates…” I sucked on his cock, rubbing the inside of his thighs. His moans and thrusts into my throat drove me crazy, and the hornier I got, the more pressure was pushed into my bladder. Soon, I could feel urine, leaking slowly down my thigh. I quickly grasped myself and sat up. “David… I’m going to pee myself…” “Okay, we can stop! Go to the bathroom.” I stood up and felt a little more leak. I grasped myself a little harder and started running in place “Nuh uh David… I’m not gonna make it. I have to go here…” I push my thighs together and start moaning. “Are you comfortable enough to go in front of me?” “Yeah yeah yeah… is that okay?” “Be my guest, girly” I sighed with relief and quickly unfastened my jeans, pulling them to below my knees. I turned around and faced away from him, as to be sure I didn’t make any embarrassing faces. I squatted down and began releasing my huge flood of pee. Right as I started feeling relieved, I heard a deep unfamiliar voice. “Hey! What are you two doing down here!?” I quickly cut off the flow and pulled my pants up, looking around. One of the security guards they keep at the football games was approaching us. David leapt up and got in front of me “Sorry sir! My girlfriend just wasn’t feeling well around all those people, so we came down here to calm her down.” The pressure in my bladder built up again, so I squeezed my thighs together and tried to compose myself. “Oh… Okay… Don’t spend too much time down here. Does she need anything?” “No! Just a few more breaths will do her good. She was just feeling a bit overwhelmed up there. Thank you, though!” The security guard left us and once I saw he was clear, I pulled my pants right back down and completely let out my bladder. It puddled and flooded at my feet and once I had released every last drop, I wiggled my hips and pulled my jeans back up. I turned towards David and his jaw was wide open. He grabbed my hips and shook them back and forth. “You… My dear, are a bladder queen!” “Excuse me, but did you say I was your girlfriend back there?” I blushed and wrapped my arms over his shoulders. “With a bladder like that, I’m never letting go of you,” David kissed my forehead and I got up on my tiptoes and kissed him harder. “Let’s go watch the ending of that game, right?” “Or we can go make out in my car?” he said with a smirk. “Or we can definitely do that.”
  5. “My love, I can’t find it. Are you sure it’s not at work?” she moans from our bedroom. I hear shuffling of our bed frame, being pushed back into place. I’m in the living room, doing the same as she. I lost my Grandfather’s watch. The one thing his cold heart decided to give me, the one thing that proved he cared about something. I shout back, “Look harder babe, I couldn’t have left it anywhere else.” She doesn’t understand how important this watch is for me. I would never have taken it out and left it in some bathroom stall or restaurant table. This watch was folded into my pocket the second I took it off in public. I get up off the floor and move the couch back to where it was. I sigh and put my hands on my hips, looking around the tables and floor one more time before going to our bedroom. At this point in the search, I’m panicking, I have no clue where it could be. “Babe, I couldn’t have just left it somewhere. I’m more respon-” I say as I walk into the bedroom to find her emptying out our bedside table drawers, but something about her is different. She sits with her legs folded underneath her, her hips moving side to side with urgency. She looks like she has to… she looks like she has to go pee? “Are you okay?” “Yeah,of course, I’m fine!” she says, putting the drawer back into its place and scurrying to the other table “Don’t just stand there! It’s your watch we’re trying to find!” I feel myself harden as I watch her struggle to focus. She’s holding her bladder tightly in order to concentrate on helping me find this watch. I’m torn between telling her I love her, or fucking her senselessly. I’m close to acting on the latter before she darts up from behind the table with a golden twinkle in her hand. “I FOUND IT!” she says, waving the watch in the air. “It must have slid behind the table when you took it off last night?” she says, placing it on the bed. I pick it up and buckle it around my wrist, feeling like an idiot for not thinking to check there first. She gets up and sits on the bed with me, continuing to wiggle her hips around. She looks to my waist, back up at me and says “Uh… are you hard right now?” I’ve kept my pee kink from her for most of our relationship. I’ve brought it up as a possibility to her, and she never seemed against it, just unsure of it. But at this point, it was my perfect chance to give it a try with her. “Okay… so now that we know I didn’t throw your watch away, I’m gonna go use the bathroom before I burst,” she tries to get up from the bed, but I pull her back down. The word “Burst” just about drove me to my limit. “Nuh uh,” I get on top of her and pin her arms above her head “I don’t think so.” “Babe, come ooon, I gotta go now!” I feel her hips shake and I smirk, lean down, and kiss the bottom of her neck. She tightly crosses her legs below me knowing she won’t be able to hold it for much longer. I reach, my hand down and press against her hardened bladder. She is holding quite a lot, I could feel it right below her stomach. I press harder between her hips and she lets out a long, lustful moan. Her bladder is so large, it pushes against her clit when I apply pressure. Her tank top lifts just enough to see how much she’s expanded and it looks like she’s holding back so much. Just the thought of her holding anything more than a liter drives me insane. I get my legs between hers and spread them apart, keeping my knees against her thighs, I kiss down her stomach. I reach her hardened bladder and look up at her. She bites her bottom lip and makes eye contact with me. I wrap my lips over a spot and suck on it. Her body convulses and she lets out a rough moan. “Mmmmmf FUCK” she groans, lifting her hips up against me. I push her down with my legs once again and move my head to look at the bruise I’ve left. I let go of her arms and tear down her leggings, stripping them from her body. I kiss down to her clit and lick up her body. I pull her to the edge of the bed, get on my knees, tuck her legs over my shoulders, and go to town. Licking her dripping wet pussy as she moans and squirms with a bladder about to explode. I grind and flick my tongue against her clit. I push my tongue in and out of her, tasting her all over. I can feel her vibrate against my tongue, holding back her enormous flood. I finally sit up and and feel her beginning to leak as it drips down the bed to my knees. I press my hand against her crotch, stopping the light flow. I smack her on the side of her thigh and she gasps and squeals. “I’m not done yet!” I say, unfastening my belt and pulling my pants down to my ankles. I slowly push my aching cock into her, thrusting faster and faster as her moans get louder and louder. I feel the tip of my cock pressing against her full body. She hooks her arms over my neck, bringing me on top of her, pressing her body against mine. I put my hands on her sides, bringing her body in and out. She tries to squeeze her thighs together because the tension in her bladder builds up even worse than before. I tower above her, pressing my hands against her breasts, running my fingers through her hair, and spanking her fat ass. I rock my body back and forth against hers, slowing down as I feel the urge to cum. With one final pump into her body, I orgasm inside of her, pulling out and watching it drip out of her, not only my cum but a waterfall of urine. It pulses wildly out of her, like she’s absolutely lost all of control of her body. I get underneath the flow, it runs down my body, and soaks right into the carpet as she releases what seems like a gallon of urine. My fantasy has finally come true. Once she finishes, I crash onto the bed next to her, both of us breathing heavily. I turn her head towards me and give her a peck on the lips. With my thumb and index finger placed against her chin, I say “Thanks babe, I couldn’t have done it without you.” “Cum or find your watch?” she giggles. “Hmmm… Both?” I say, kissing her one last time before getting up and grabbing us towels. "Next time, we're measuring that bladder."
  6. For my first day of college, I thought everything was going pretty well. I got to all my classes on time, I didn’t get lost in between classes, I wrote down all my assignments, I even accomplished drinking 5 bottles of water and staying hydrated. I go to school in the city, so I took the train there, and knew I’d have to take the train home. I regret however, not realizing how bad of a place the train is to be with a completely full bladder. When I got onto the train, I already had to go. I didn’t visibly wiggle or shake because of how full my bladder was, but I knew I had to go as soon as possible. I sat down immediately at the first seat by the door. I tightened my thighs together and took a deep breath. There were only a few people already on the train, luckily none of them around me. While I only did long period holds for my boyfriend because I know how much he liked to watch me explode, this was completely unintentional and I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. I’d rather be squirming in front of him instead of stuck inside a train. Once the train starts moving, my luck runs out. In Chicago, the L is one of the oldest modes of public transportation, and although they have renovated it time and time again, it was the shakiest ride I’ve ever been on. Every turn, shake, or jostle my bladder responded right away. I was holding in an amount that was way past my limits. I picked up my backpack and put it on my lap, covering my waist so I could cup my hand over my bladder and have no one see. I leaned my head to the side and closed my eyes, trying to distract myself from the problem at hand. My stop was already a long ways to go, and I knew if I didn’t concentrate, I was going to have an even worse problem. More and more people got on the train and soon enough, bodies were slamming against me, people were falling over the handlebars. At some point, a woman wasn’t paying attention, so when the train stopped, she launched forward and dropped her water bottle, spilling it all over the train’s floor. I winced in horror of the new water feature she had added to my ride home. The water flowed across the aisle, eventually reaching my feet. I squeezed my eyes shut, not looking down at the little puddle left underneath me. I began bouncing both of my legs and clutching onto my bag, praying no one would notice how much I had to go. I could just imagine getting off the train and bolting to the station’s restroom but I was still half an hour away from my stop, I had no clue how I was going to make it. Soon enough, the inevitable happened, and I began to leak. It was just a small drip, but I could feel my panties just about moisten enough it gets to be uncomfortable. I tried to squeeze back anything else that would try to shake out, but the force was way too strong to hold back. I tucked my leg behind the other and prayed that that it stayed together. The train lurched forward and I slammed against the wall again, this time I felt a spurt leak out. Releasing the tension felt amazing, but I couldn’t keep holding it like this. I loosened my legs up, took a deep breath, and released a very small portion of the flow. I immediately felt a relief, but it followed by the realization of the small puddle I created under my seat. My pants were not as noticeable since I’m wearing dark black leggings, so I wouldn't be as embarrassed when I stood up, but I knew for a fact that nothing was going to help the seat recover from my small splash. As the train continued, the tension built up again and I was in agony once more. Luckily my stop was coming up and I could finally go to a proper restroom. As the train continued, it seemed as though more people were getting on than getting off. By the time my stop came, I had to push through so many people, my bladder was absolutely throbbing when I made it through the doors. I looked around at how far away the exit was and panicked. There was no way that I could walk all the way to the exit in time, I could already feel my bladder leaking. I saw the terminal that separated the two train tracks by a wall and scurried over there, hand clutching everything I could. Once I got there, I pulled down my pants and squatted down against the wall. Within a moment, a flood gushed out of me. There was no way I could have held back the puddle forming at my feet any more. I glanced around and there was no one around so I let out a loud sigh of relief. Once I had finished, I slid down into the mess I made and relaxed for a moment. I was never taking a water bottle back to school ever again.
  7. I was never a part of this community until I met my now boyfriend. I had dabbled with it in the past. Boys before asked me to wet my pinkest panties and bend over for them. Or mastubate and let out a burst of pee while I climaxed. I was always curious about it since I really wanted to be a part of a ddlg relationship, but I never got to experience it until I met my boyfriend. He’d have me hold during work and then take a video of myself releasing it all into a jar to measure it in when I got home. It would be really exciting for him and I’d receive all the praise in the world for it. It was all fun until I had left for vacation to Canada, where I knew I wasn’t going to be able to have my own room or bathroom, for that matter, to take videos for him. I would sneak a few pictures but it was all really subtle. I felt like he was losing interest since I couldn’t keep up with what he wanted from me. I’d try and talk about his day or my trip, but he didn’t seem all that interested, I knew what he actually wanted. Until one night he messaged me, asking if I was holding for him. It was also the night that it was my turn to get my own bedroom, so I thought I’d get him excited. I responded saying “Yeah! I was going to surprise you!” and as I hit send, I turned to the bar at the restaurant we were at and I ordered a bottle of water. I sat back down at the table and chugged every last drop of it. And as we were packing up to leave, I filled it up in a sink and chugged that too on the way home. When we got back, I filled up cup after cup with water, drinking non stop. I missed getting the attention from him, the heart eye emojis, the pet names, and the wild compliments he would give me after an explosive video of me peeing an entire liter for him. I wanted to get him back to see I could still hold as much as he wanted. I went back to my room that was right next to the bathroom and continued to chug as much water as possible. I put my pajamas on and took cute pictures of me in them. It was just a slouchy sweater and little pink tinkerbell shorts. I took videos in the mirror of me potty dancing and wiggling around, holding onto my crotch. He started asking if there was anywhere for me to measure, but being in someone else’s home, I had no clue where I could find that. I looked all over the place, and no matter how many times I said no, he begged me to look more. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate with this full bladder I had to waddle around with. I had the idea to pull out one of my aunt’s sterilite craft drawers and just pee in that for him. I had to explain that there was no other option and I wouldn’t be able to make it upstairs to the kitchen at this point in my search. By that time, my body was really being pushed to its maximum limits, I had to really burst and he wasn’t letting me go. No matter how much I begged him to let me go, he begged me to hold it longer. He had no clue the agony I was going through. I’d sit and bounce on the bed, I’d pace back and forth, sending him videos of me struggling to do anything but hold my bladder. Finally he said I could go, but as I stood up from the bed, I knew I was in for trouble. I felt a little drip roll down the inside of my thigh. I panicked and wiggled my way to the bathroom, feeling even more drips fall and some leaked to the floor. I put the container into the bathtub and just as I lifted my leg to step in I squirted all over the tiled floor. I panicked and put my leg back down, rushing my way to the toilet, knowing that if I were to get in the tub, the mess would be worse to clean up. I wa so disappointed. I peed for what seemed like half an hour, letting out everything I had drank within the past few hours. I even sent him a little snapchat of me peeing, apologizing for not making the video he wanted. When I finished emptying out Niagara falls, I picked up the tinkerbell shorts and wrung them out in the toilet because they were drenched in urine. There was no way I was gonna be able to sleep in them for the rest of the trip. But ever since then, I wonder how much I actually emptied out. I’m sure in my boyfriend’s imagination it was well beyond a liter and a half. I learned 3 things that night. 1) If you know you gotta go, don’t wait for permission, just go, 2) film the walk to the bathroom and your set up because there could always be a surprise waiting for you, and 3) pack another set of pajamas when you go on vacation.. There could surely be an accident.
  8. Like young loves, we hold hands and swing them between us. He insists on walking me home after a long night of bar hopping and dancing the night away. My body sways from side to side, not only because I’m a tad tipsy, but because of the volume I drank. Keeping up with him is difficult enough but now I have an aching bladder. By the end of all of our dates, I am always holding back from the bathroom, not wanting to miss a moment with him. I thought I’d be able to hold it in tonight, but it’s late and we’re really pushing me to my limits. We walk up the steps of my apartment building and I peck him on the lips goodnight. My ears still drumming from the bass of the nightclub, I turn quickly to get upstairs and pee, but I drunkenly giggle as he pulls me in closer and kisses me harder. I stumble and fall against his chest. He holds me with his long arms and large hands like a delicate baby bird. “Can I come up?” he whispers to my ear in a hot intoxicated breath. I pull his chin down and look into his big brown eyes. He bites his lip in the way that he knows gets my heart racing. I nodd, reluctant of what my bladder holds in store, already wiggling with urgency to go release the grand falls. But I lead him up to my apartment. He holds my hips between his large hands and pulls my ass against his waist in the elevator. He kisses the back of my neck and nibbles on my ear. I moan and sigh with each loving touch, I crave his affection more than ever. But I keep my hands down between my thighs, clutching my bladder. When he reach my floor, I grab his hand and walk to my door, quickly unlocking it and pulling him into the darkness. My hands fumble for a light switch but he is so urgent to feel my body, I lose focus and melt back into his touch.. We wander around my apartment to the kitchen, where he pours another glass of wine for us. I smile and take sip by sip, he kisses my neck with his glass in one hand. I feel myself moisten as his lips trail down my neck… down my body.. to between my hips. Placing our wine glasses down, I giggle and pull his head back up to my lips. “Daddy’s hungry?” I press my lips against his and push my chest up towards his body. “Very.” he responds with a smirk across his face. In one grand swoop, he picks me up and cradles me to my bedroom door, tossing me onto my bed. I suddenly remember how loose my bladder is, and I wince when my body flops against the bed. I tighten my thighs together and look up to him. He stands above me like a predator, choosing whether or not to feast on his prey. He looks at me with such desire. I melt as we lock eyes, and he falls on top of me, pinning my hands above my head while rubbing the rest of my body. I moan and whimper as he grabs my body with such power, I can’t help but loosen my legs. He can never know how much I’m holding back, and I really don’t want to interrupt his passion with a tinkle break, so I let him continue. His hands move up and down my body, and he reaches my bladder, and he feels it tighten. He smirks and squeezes me. I can’t help but whimper as my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Princess is holding? For me?” he says, rubbing his hand against my waist. I nod urgently, knowing that my secret has been let out. He knows exactly how to play with me. He grabs the inside of my thigh and flips me over, smacking my ass. I giggle and whimper in response to his dominant actions. “Take it easy on me daddy?” My voice comes out muffled against my bed. “Daddy does as daddy wishes, princess.” He tightens his hands over my wrists and kisses the back of my neck. My whole body tingles, and my hips squirm, tightening the muscles around my bladder. All the liquids I had that night are suddenly flooding into me and I pray to god there won’t be an accident. He tugs my panties down to my knees and reaches his hands underneath my dress. Dragging each finger up and down my thigh, teasing me. My body convulses as I hold back any urge to let my floods out and the urge to grab him while he fucks me purple. There is no hiding anything, he knows my movements all too well. I can push my hips down into the bed, but he knows that means I have to go badly. I could try and wiggle my wrists free, but he knows that shows just how incredibly horny I am. I hold still, and turn my head to the side as he plays with me. He traces the lines of my labias and rubs up and down my slit. He feels my clit and draws circle around it with his thumb. I pinch my eyes closed and wiggle my waist up against him. I moan and almost instantaneously, he stops playing with me. “Nuh uh, little girl. You sit still while I play with you,” he growls at me and thrusts two fingers inside me. I let out a soft gasp and tighten my thighs around his arm. My legs quiver as I loosen them around his arm. My whole body shakes as he holds onto me and I can’t help but let out a desperate moan. “Oh daddy, please let me go super duper quick!” I beg of him. He shakes his head and tightens his grip on my hips. “Nuh uh, girly, I think you can hold it longer. Don’t you think?” He wrestles my body back and pushes me up to my knees. I lay still for a moment, listening to the rattling of his belt, loosen from his waist and slide through the loops of his pants. He pulls my head up by my hair and wraps the belt around my neck, pulling tightly. He then allows me to bend back over and get on my hands and knees. He pushes down his pants and strokes his cock from behind me. Tapping it on my ass and running it up and down my soaking pussy, then surprises me with a thrust inside. I let out a loud moan but he tightens the belt once more around my neck as a signal to be a quiet little pet. He starts at a slow pace, move his hips back and forth, but then begins pushing harder and harder into me. He slaps my ass and thrusts deeper and deeper, pressing repeatedly onto my bursting bladder. I whimper as it gets harder and harder to hold in my pee. As he starts going faster, I find myself leaking a little onto his cock. He feels my warm piss drip and thrusts into me even more, spreading my legs with his hands. After pushing himself into me as much as possible he pulls out his cock and my bladder bursts all over him. I turn over and spread my legs wide open as I soak my sheets up with my warm urine. It feels like I’m peeing gallons upon gallons, but he strokes his member at the sight of how much I was keeping inside of me. I let out a louder moan when it reaches to the end, and I’m breathing heavily from the relief of having held all of that liquid inside me. Right as I’m coming to a stop, he shoots cum across my stomach. He bends over on top of me, climaxing and shaking, still humping the air. I grab his cock and rub it for him, placing it between my pussy lips and rubbing my clit against it. I giggle as he tightens the belt around my neck one last time. “Good job, baby girl,” he firms his grip on the belt “Don’t forget you’re mine.” He leans down and kisses my forehead and unloops the belt, kissing the new bruise across my neck. He does a final rub over my clit and I shake, still sensitive from my explosion. He takes the sheets off my bed and replaces them with new ones. After kissing me goodnight, he wraps his arms around me, and we both fall asleep, me with an empty bladder, and him with a satisfied cock.
  9. Thank you so much! I'm gad you liked it!
  10. I'm working on another story! It won't be school related, but definitely holding and bursting ? I'm very glad you liked it!
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